nothing to lose, but i would’ve given anything

୨୧ ─── i fall to pieces when i'm with you | aemond targaryen x sister!reader

mdni ⋮⋮ explicit sexual content ⋮⋮ targcest (r & aemond are twins) ⋮⋮ jealous and possessive behavior ⋮⋮ secret relationship ⋮⋮ piv sex ⋮⋮ creampie ⋮⋮ r purposely makes aemond jealous ⋮⋮ 2.1k

note: i need this man's dick so bad

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on the outside, aemond targaryen is the epitome of self-control and restraint. but beneath that polished surface, every muscle in his body is wound tight, his thoughts screaming and whirling in his mind no matter how hard he tried to stop them.

you sit across from him at the long, candlelit table. the warm flicker of flames dances across the wood and fine silverware, casting soft golden light over the assembled council, but aemond sees only you. you feel the weight of his heavy gaze on you. from this distance you can see the tension in his jaw, the way the muscle there flexes and releases with every breath he forces himself to take. his fingers are locked so fiercely around his wine cup that his knuckles have gone white, tendons standing out along his wrist. his lips are pressed into a hardened line, holding back words he cannot say.

lord tyland lannister sits far too close, and you are giving him every ounce of the attention aemond craves. you giggle at his poorly executed jokes, the teasing laugh aemond knows by heart. occasionally you rest your hand over tyland’s, letting your fingers linger a beat longer than courtesy requires, your thumb brushing lightly over his knuckles. you bat your lashes each time the lord looks at you, that coy little tilt of your head making your hair slide forward to frame your face. your eyes sparkle with feigned interest; your lips curve in that soft, inviting smile you rarely wear for anyone else.it drives aemond insane.

you feel it. even without looking, you know he's seething underneath the stoic mask. you know his free hand has curled into a fist beneath the table, nails biting into his palm. every giggle you give tyland is a test of his restraint. every lingering touch makes something dark and possessive rise in him so intensely it steals his breath. you are his. not in the way the court would ever understand or accept, but in the quiet hours behind locked doors, in the way your bodies move together like they were shaped for no one else, in the way you look at each other when no one else is watching.

the idea of aemond watching you give another man all of your attention makes something hot coil low in your belly. you love this game. you love pushing him, watching the calm mask crack at the edges, knowing that the moment the last toast is drunk he will remind you exactly who you belong to.

nobody at this table knows. if they did, lord tyland would not be leaning in so eagerly, eyes roaming over you with open admiration. aemond’s gaze tracks every tiny movement you make, every breath, every shift of your body. the wine in his cup has gone untouched for several minutes now.he forces himself to remain still. to keep his breathing even. to let none of it show.

when the last toast is drunk and the guests begin to rise, aemond stands so abruptly his chair scrapes across stone.

your chambers smell of jasmine. the fire in the hearth crackles low, casting shifting shadows across the heavy furniture and thick rugs. you open the door and pause in the threshold.

he is waiting in the shadows by the hearth, arms folded tightly across his chest, tension radiating from every line of his frame. his shoulders are rigid, his breathing measured but shallow, the hard line of his jaw unchanged from the dinner table.

you see him and your lips curve in that maddening, knowing way only you can manage. a faint heat spreads through your cheeks.

“envious, are we, brother?” you say softly.he turns. his violet eye catches the firelight, and the intensity in his gaze makes your breath catch. “i am not envious.”

the lie rolls easily off his tongue. he crosses the room toward you, crowding you back against the heavy oak door. one hand braces beside your head; the other grips your waist hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the soft flesh. your bodies slot together perfectly—always have, always will. twins. made for each other in ways no one else could ever comprehend.

he is already hard, the thick length of him pressing insistently against your hip through his breeches. the contact draws a low, rough sound from his chest.

“you were toying with him,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, voice low and rough, the words brushing your skin like a brand. “let him touch you.”

you let out a soft, breathy laugh against his neck, tilting your head just enough to meet his eye. “toying with him? i am not sure i know what you mean. i was only being polite.”

the feigned innocence in your voice makes his grip tighten instantly, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. he knows you are playing with him—knows that coy lilt is meant to provoke—but hearing you pretend otherwise only intensifies the need rolling off him in waves.

“do not play coy with me, sister,” he murmurs, voice dark and edged with warning. “you know exactly what you were doing.”

your pulse races beneath his hands. a sharp thrill curls low and hot in your belly at the rough edge in his voice. you did know exactly what you were doing. you love pushing aemond’s buttons. love getting under his skin, watching him keep his composure in public, all so he can lose it later—lose it in you—until the only thing that remains is him.

his mouth finds the pulse at your throat, teeth scraping over the rapid flutter there before his tongue soothes the sting. you shiver, but not in fear. never fear with him. your fingers slide into his long silver hair, tugging hard enough to pull him closer, nails grazing his scalp in a way that makes his cock twitch against your hip.

the kiss that follows is anything but gentle. it is deep, claiming, a clash of teeth and shared breath. he angles your head back, tongue sliding against yours, tasting the lingering wine. you moan into his mouth and he swallows the sound greedily, one hand sliding up to cup your breast through the fabric of your gown, thumb dragging over the hardening peak.

clothes come off in frantic pulls. his doublet hits the floor. your gown pools at your feet in a spill of silk, cool air kissing your bare skin, your nipples tightening. he palms your breasts, rough thumbs circling until you arch into his touch, then shoves his own breeches down.

his cock springs free—heavy, flushed, the head already glistening. he backs you toward the bed without breaking the kiss, hands mapping every familiar inch of you—the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, the soft skin of your inner thighs.

the backs of your knees hit the mattress and he spins you around, pressing your front down onto the coverlet. you go willingly, arching your back, presenting yourself to him. ass lifted, spine curved in a graceful line, hair spilling across the dark fabric.

“tell me how you want me to fuck you, sister,” he growls.

your answer comes breathless, honest, filthy. “i want you to fuck me so hard I have to bite the bed sheets to stop myself from screaming your name.”

the words rip a guttural sound from his chest. he notches himself at your entrance, the blunt head parting your folds, and drives in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

the stretch punches the air from your lungs in a sharp gasp. the thick, perfect fullness of him fills you completely, velvet walls clenching around every inch as he bottoms out, hips flush to the curve of your ass. perfect. always perfect. like your pussy is the only place he belongs. a low, broken groan tears from him at the sensation; his head tips back for a moment as your body flutters and adjusts around him, hot and tight and his.

he sets a punishing rhythm immediately, hips snapping hard enough that the bed frame shudders against the floor with every thrust. the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin fills the chamber. one hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose the elegant column of your throat, the strands wrapped tight around his fingers. the other grips your hip, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh, sure to leave marks by morning.

every thrust is a declaration—mine, mine, mine—his powerful body straining, muscles flexing with the force of it. the jealousy that had simmered all evening dissolves into something purer, more consuming. raw need and bone-deep possession that only grows stronger with every wet glide of his cock inside you.

“you look so innocent,” he grits out, voice ragged, “yet you are anything but. it makes me weak.”

the admission tears from him between clenched teeth. you do look innocent like this—the soft expression on your face, lashes fluttering against your skin, lips parted on broken whimpers—but he knows better. knows the filthy things you beg for when it is just the two of you. knows how you can take every inch of him and still ask for more. the contradiction wrecks him; you feel his cock twitch deep inside you as he speaks.

“i get so hard whenever you are near. need to be buried deep inside of you.”

he punctuates the confession with a deep, rolling grind, the head of his cock dragging against that spot inside you that makes your whole body jolt forward.

you are dripping down your thighs now, the slick evidence of your arousal coating him, making every thrust louder, wetter. the obscene sounds of skin slapping wet skin fill the chamber along with his ragged breathing and your muffled moans.

you turn your face into the sheets and bite down on the fabric exactly as you promised, teeth sinking into the material to muffle the scream of his name that wants to tear free. your fingers claw at the coverlet, knuckles white, body trembling beneath him as he fucks you harder, deeper, the force rocking you forward with every snap of his hips.

he leans over you, chest pressed to the sweat-damp line of your back, never slowing. his teeth find the junction of your neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to mark, to claim, to remind you both of the unbreakable connection you share as twins.

the way your bodies know each other instinctively, the way you yield only to him like this. one hand slips beneath you to find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles in time with his thrusts, your slick coating his fingers.

you are close—you feel it in the way your walls flutter and squeeze around him, in the way your thighs tremble, in the desperate little sounds escaping around the fabric between your teeth.

“cum for me, sweet sister.”the command is low, rough, final. your body obeys instantly.

you cum with a broken, muffled cry into the sheets, your cunt clamping down around him in pulsing waves that milk his cock. your whole frame shakes, back arching sharply, thighs quaking as the orgasm tears through you. the tight, fluttering heat drags him over the edge with you.

he buries himself as deep as he can go with a guttural groan, hips jerking erratically as he spills hot and thick inside you, filling you until it leaks out around his cock with every shallow thrust that works you both through the aftershocks. the wet warmth of his release mixes with yours, trickling down your inner thighs in messy rivulets.

for a long moment the only sounds are your harsh breathing and the crackle of the dying fire. aemond stays draped over you, still buried deep inside, still half-hard and twitching with the last pulses of his release, unwilling to separate yet.

his lips brush the bite mark he left, soothing now where he was rough before, tongue tracing the indentations his teeth made. one hand strokes gently down your side, over the curve of your hip, grounding you both in the contrast between the roughness of what you just did and the tenderness that always follows.

you are his. his twin. his other half. the only person who understands him completely. the jealousy is gone, replaced by the deep seated love he holds only for you.

he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, silver hair mingling with yours on the pillow, his breath still uneven against your skin.

Day 11: Favorite Dragonbond

"She'll certainly fail... and we will raise our own throne."

୨୧ ─── eddie loses himself in you

mdni, dom!eddie, mentions of p in v sex, f!reader, fingering, overstimulation, mentions of oral (f receiving), no strings attached dynamic, love bites, pet names (baby, sweetheart, my girl), squirting, fuck buddies to lovers (?), 0.9k

note: ahh ty sm for your request! i hope you enjoy it! <3

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“eddie,” you moan breathlessly, squirming a little as his thumb rubs tight circles on your swollen, sensitive clit. “s’too much…”

eddie hums in acknowledgment against the crook of your neck, though he doesn’t make an effort to slow his movements down. he continues to nibble and suck at your exposed skin, occasionally peppering gentle kisses here and there.

from the moment you walked through the front door of his trailer he was on you, not even giving you time to hang up your jacket and keys. 

in the entirety of yours and eddie’s…little arrangement…he had never shown this type of needy affection towards you. he never kissed you, never held your hand, or called you endearing pet names. it was strictly sex. no strings attached and non exclusive. 

he kissed you with urgency, his hands roaming all over your body and pulling you as close to him as he could  get you. his actions made your head spin with a million questions, but they were all pushed to the back the second his hand cupped your pussy underneath your dress.

eddie made you cum several times after that. on his cock, on his tongue, on his fingers. he couldn’t get enough of you. completely drunk on watching you fall apart for him again and again.

“it’s too much?” he asks as he gently eases two fingers inside of your cunt.

you moan softly, gently tugging on the base of his hair. he chuckles, slightly lifting himself up on his forearm to get a better look at you.

his eyes stay glued to you as he pumps his fingers into you. your lips are parted, eyelids fluttering, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, hickeys littered all across your neck and chest. every inch of you was marked by him in some way and it made his cock twitch against your thigh.

“come on, baby,” he whispers, giving you a crooked smile. “you can give me one more.”

he quickens the pace of his fingers and your back arches off of the mattress. everything feels intense, like you’re hyper aware of all the sensations in your body. it hurts but fuck does it feel so incredibly good at the same time. his thumb finds your clit again and the contact has you moaning out in relief.

“i-i d-don’t know if i —fuck!—if i can,” you mewl.

“of course you can, sweetheart,” he says between sucking fresh hickeys onto the column of your throat.

eddie is the only one who can play your body like this. who can bring you to your limit and push you over the edge repeatedly. he’s the only one who you would let do whatever he wanted to you if he asked. you try to hide your budding feelings for him away, but with the how he’s been with you all night, so tentative to you in ways he hadn’t been before, you’re finding it to be nearly impossible.

you reach your hand to cup eddie’s face, your own eyes staring deep into his. like you’re trying to search for something deep within his chocolate eyes. and you’re pleasantly surprised when you find him searching yours right back. then his lips are on yours, completely stealing the air right from your lungs.

your second kiss of the night is nothing short of feral. you both claw at each other, needing to be utterly consumed by the other. eddie’s fingertips graze against your sweet spot and you moan into the kiss. he rubs the small patch over and over until you’re practically shaking beneath him.

he finally breaks the kiss only to nibble and suck another love bite onto your heated skin.

“you look so fucking beautiful like this,” he says breathlessly. “covered in the hickeys i made. mine, mine, mine.”

your head is spinning in a lust filled haze that you can’t even form a coherent sentence. you’re babbling some nonsense mixed with ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘please’.

“aww, my baby’s so fucked out,” he says in a mocking tone. “can’t even fucking talk right.”

“mhm,” you mewl, nodding as you do. “eds…”

“cum for me,” he demands. “you can do it, baby. come on.”

eddie pulls his fingers from your cunt and rubs fast circles against your clit. he adds a bit of pressure, just enough to send your orgasm barreling right through you.

you cum hard with a loud cry of his name, squirting over his hand and soaking the sheets below you. you can’t think, your vision whitens and your hearing goes slightly fuzzy. all you can feel is the blissful pleasure that’s overtaken you.

“oh fuck, baby, that’s it. mmm—fuck you’re such a good girl. my good girl. shit!” eddie groans, continuing to rub your puffy clit through your high.

it takes you a good minute or so to come down from your high, and when you do, you push eddie’s hand off your pussy, the sensation having felt painful and really sensitive.

the two of you stay there, chests heaving as you glance at each other. 

“yours, huh?” you question. you’re not sure why you even brought that up, but you can always blame it on your post orgasm state. 

eddie suddenly turns red. unsure of how to answer that. he hadn’t even realized what he was saying. completely caught up in the moment and how fucking turned on he was. he tries to rack his brain for an explanation, but you cut him off before he can even find one. 

“omg relax, munson,” you say teasingly, biting down on your lower lip. “i'm just fucking around. i know you weren't serious.”

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