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✦ It all started because you were low on funds but you still needed the high, and you knew just the guy to go to for this particular problem. Aegon was infamous for letting a goodie bag slide for a blowie from a pretty girl. You did your best desperate pout, and got down on your knees. “Come on Aeg, you know how bad I want it.” Before you knew it he was hooked and so were you.

✦ You’d usually call for any quick fix, pills, weed, but now it was becoming sex. “I’m not looking for anythin-” he’d swiftly cut you off, “I know darlin’.” All clothes are tossed to the floor after that.

✦ His hands splayed across your body, your face pressed against the cool living room wall as you arch your ass over the old leather couch. Sweat from him, you, or a mix of both you can’t be sure, making the sound of skin slamming together only that much louder.

✦ Aegon sometimes likes to keep you around when he’s filling out other orders. Nothing special he just likes the company, and to squeeze at your thighs while he does the math (never his strongest subject, ironically). Of course you do end up fucking soon after he’s done to relax his mind again.

✦ You agree since you’re both too exhausted from all the sex that you should just spend the night more often.

✦ He hasn’t made you pay for any of his services in months, though lately you hardly feel like you need them at all.

✦ You’ve managed to acquire some nicknames from him over the time spent together: darlin, baby, cheeks, puppy.

✦ The neighbours have lodged many complaints against the goings on in that house to the cops, but none more than your incessant noise. This led to you both being taken in for indecent exposure after opening the door in the nude.

✦ Hands down the best sex you’ve ever had was after his 3 month stint in jail. His stubble had grown into a full-on beard that left red marks all over your body.

✦ “Next time those fuckers bring me in, they’ll have to take you in with me baby. Can’t wait this long to touch you ever again.” His right hand rips through your top with ease, as his left finds itself groping your ass like you’ll certainly fall to your death if he doesn’t. “Then don’t get caught next time, idiot.” You smirk against his mouth.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

The queen of aftercare. Doesn't matter if it's a one night stand or you're in a longterm relationship she will take the time to make sure you're taken care of. Cleaning you up, bringing you water and checking in verbally even a massage if you need (it's her specialty).

"you've done such a good job darling." Her words calm you as her fingers run through your hair circling the top of your scalp. "Who's my good girl? that's right, sweetheart."

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She admires her arms. She's spent sometime in the gym and is proud of her progress. She enjoys being able to lift you up so easily with them and the feeling when you grab them for support.

An ass woman all the way. It's easy to appreciate on both men and women and she can't help noticing. She loves grabbing at it for leverage when she fucks you and watching you walk around with it peeking out of one of her dress shirts in the morning.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

Her favourite feeling in the world is when you cum on her tongue. Your body quivering underneath hers, fingers yanking at her hair as you chase the release. Knowing one of the smallest muscles in her body can have you like this is the greatest pleasure she can imagine. In her mind there's simply nothing better.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

She occasionally craves submission. Don't get her wrong she enjoys nothing as much as seeing you splayed out beneath her but sometimes after a long day of being in charge she wants you to take the reins. And not in a little slap-to-the-cheek-calling-you-mommy kind off way, no, no she wants the real sub experience. Hands tied behind her back, her legs parted with a bar spreader and you dressed in full dominatrix getup flog in hand.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Knows exactly what she's doing and what you want before you have even speak a word. Not to mention her being a wealthy heiress who everyone either wants to be or be with. So yes, she's very experienced.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual) 

Rhaenyra believes all pleasure should be mutual between partners so she is very bias towards a good old fashioned sixty-nine. Having you ass up on her face while your mouth manipulates her clit is pure serenity.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?) 

She’s not generally a very serious person but when it comes to sex she takes it very seriously. A little joking around while she teases you? Of course, but she will not be found cracking jokes in the heat of the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

She’s all natural, and holds true to her belief that if anyone finds it unappetizing they’re an immature child who isn’t ready for real sex.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

It flips depending on her mood and what kind of relationship she is currently in. if it's just a hookup it will most likely be nasty, dirty, spit-in-your-mouth kind of sex but if you're in a long term relationship she can take it slow and steady. But fear not you will still be getting that rough bent over the kitchen counter sex whenever you need.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

Not very frequently, why would she need to when she has you most of the time?

K = Kink (what are they into?) 

Before she goes crazy with anything she always makes sure you are into if first and foremost but if were really getting into it:

BDSM is the big one for her in both the role of the receiver and the giver. It goes hand in hand with her love of impact play. Ropes, paddles, blindfolds, flogs, being called ma'am, the whole nine yards.

Voyeurism of course, she loves watching you squirm. She also enjoys being able to watch the two of you together through mirrors or videos/photos of you fucking.

A light nylon fetish, she just loves the way your ass and legs look in them.

What gets her going like nothing else though is hearing your dirty little mouth and the noises she can have you making. She wants you right in her ear at all times telling how good it feels and just exactly what you want her to do with you.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex) 

Against the wall is a recent acquired taste of hers. She just can't help but feel a bit cocky when she can hold you against it with ease while her fingers or tongue work on easing your stress after a hard days work.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

It doesn't take much in all honesty. Just having you around in the same vicinity is enough to send her into heat like a feral cat. She desires to make you feel good and feel you against her at all times.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

Cuckolding is a big no for her. If you want to invite a third for the night she will have no problem with that, but if they think she is going to be sitting in some chair off to the side while they get to have you all to themselves they have another thing coming. She's not just boosting her own ego when she says she knows no one can make you feel the way she can, she's just right.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 

As I'm sure you already know by now she is very skilled, she knows precisely what to do and when to do it. Her record for making you cum is one minute and three-seconds (yes she set a timer beforehand) but she is sure she will be able to beat that soon.

She is a giver all the way. The Chappell Roan song is secretly your ringtone for her.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

A bit of both. It's no fun to her if it's always the same.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?) 

She has no issues with quickies especially if you need one. Even though she adores taking her time with you and teasing you to no end she'll never deny her sweetheart whatever you need.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?) 

Her whole sexual history has been one giant jumbled tale of risks. Rhaenyra needs to try everything once (at least things that aren't going to get anyone hurt or sick) before she decides if it's not a fit for her. I mean she has such a strong opinion on cucking for a reason but that's a different story for another time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

For as long as you want her she will be ready for you. Round three? Piece of cake. Four? Keep them coming. Seven and she might need a breather only because last time she got lock jaw and her fingers got stuck in a bit of an awkward claw position for a few hours.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

A large assortment of strap-ons in all different sizes depending on her mood, quit a few vibrators, some plugs, clamps and a small chest of BDSM gear. She wants to make sure all areas are covered. You both take turns sharing them depending on who's topping who.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?) 

She invented the game. Besides making you cum teasing you is one of her greatest joys. Using her words when you're out and about on a shop day just to rile you up and get you squirming. Grazing the inside of your thighs at a friends birthday dinner for what feels like hours. Not to mention how long she makes you wait when she finally gets you into the bedroom. Teasing is her bread and butter.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?) 

Honestly she doesn't make much noise. It's not because she doesn't want to or is embarrassed, she just much prefers to hear your noises over her own. But when it comes to dirty talk you can barely get her to stop talking enough to take a long breath.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

She is super turned on by watching you dance. It doesn't even have to be sexy, watching you jump around the kitchen to some silly song just fills her with an unexplainable yearning.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

Shockingly built for her thin frame. Strong thighs, muscular arms, and a toned stomach. The way she dresses as she has grown has leaned more towards the masculine side than her youth did so it hides a lot more of her figure. Toned ass and larger than average tits included.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

You already know, she is as greedy as the day is long.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She wants nothing more than your affection even after you’re both spent. She’ll crawl up to you throwing her arms around your neck while she buries her face in your chest. She praises you like no other.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She’s not one to talk about her own looks but she does know where everyones eyes go. The first thing they gawk at when she stands; her ass. If she wants to tease she’ll make sure to wear a particularly tight pair of jeans or a dress that hugs her curves the way you like.

Alicent adores everything about you but she’s very fond of your hands. How gentle and kind they caress her during the day and how aggressive and rough they can get when she asks for it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

If things get really intense for her she’ll squirt without warning. She gets very shy afterwards but of course you insist it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Though she has a persona of being very proper and well put together she likes when things get messy. She wants spit in her mouth that isn’t her own, carpet burns on her knees from eating you out, her ass to be beet red by the time you’re through with her. She loves when you get a little mean and condescending.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She grew up very religious and closeted so no, but she is incredibly eager to learn. She’ll throw out ideas to you of what she wants to try, and you are just as keen to give her what she wants as she is.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)

Nothing beats you eating her out from behind while she is bent over a hard surface. There’s just something very erotic to her about being completely open to you.

When she is topping she loves to have you sat on her lap, legs spread, and a hand on your neck.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

When you’re both in the heat of the moment there’s nothing to giggle about, just moan and scream.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

A well trimmed bush. She cleans up around the edges so nothing pokes her but she’s not wasting her time and energy on maintaining a smooth landing spot.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Alicent is a romantic woman by nature. Everything is intimate since this is her first time really experiencing her own sexuality.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

Before you? Never. Not when she was sure that whatever was out there was always watching her like a personal sinful security camera.

Now she has worked through her shame and whenever she gets the urge she gives in completely.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

Impact play (not the face), dirty talk, nipple play, bondage, shibari, light degradation, praise, body worship, daddy, hair pulling, edging, role play, fem dom, breeding, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, tribbing…did I miss anything?

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

Anywhere and everywhere. Thanks to you and her shame has disappeared to an almost unhealthy extent. She will take any chance she can get to touch you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

It may sound very cheesy but she loves when you listen attentively to her. Whatever she’s ranting on about you’re there nodding with the most caring eyes she’s ever seen. No matter how innocent it may be, it makes her wants to jump your bones instantly.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that makes you uncomfortable of course or anything that will do permanent damage whether that be physical or psychological.

She’s also not down to share, you are hers and no one else’s and you both like it that way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She can be a bit of a pillow princess at times but she feels she has a second home between your legs. She’ll nestle her head down from the nape of your neck to the waistband of your bottoms, kissing down as she goes. Before you can get a word out your pants are discarded who knows where, and Alicent is practically kitten licking your panties with her big doe eyes begging you to let her taste you.

“Please?” She whines.

You can never say no to that face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

She craves the best of both worlds. She wants to pull the headboard so hard it snaps and she wants to spend half an hour kissing every inch of your body.

A good life is a balanced one.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)

Anytime, any place, and any pace. That is her mantra. She’s pulled you out of important meetings many times to just fool around despite the fact that you already fucked her that very morning.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Always. Having known so little before she wants to learn it all now. There’s far too little of the sexual world Alicent hasn’t explored and she’s hungry for more.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

Having 18 years of unexplored sexual tension, yeah, she’s on you like a rabbit in spring.

The first time you became intimate you were very clear you would not push her outside of her comfort zone. A little over a half an hours later, both sprawled out and completely out of breath she managed to wheeze out a “So, can we do that again?”

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You went to the shop together to see what she’s curious about and she has amassed quite the collection since. Straps, ropes, plugs, vibrators, paddles, whips, bars, whatever you can think of she has them.

Sharing is caring of course so you both take turns using them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

She lives for it. Egging you on till you just can’t take it anymore. Wearing outfits she knows drive you crazy, rubbing up against from dusk till dawn on a busy day, sending scandalous messages, It’s her bread and butter.

When the roles are reversed she loses it. She’ll cry and whine and beg you to just give in a little, but the longer you hold out the better the sex will be and you both know that.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

You have often said Alicent reminds you of a cat in more ways than one. She makes it known what she is feeling when you get her in the bedroom. She moans and whimpers begging you to keep going. You know she’s close when her whines get breathy and she sounds like she could hit a whistle note.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

She likes to get sacrilegious in bed. Whether that be what she says or even a little role playing occasionally. It’s her way of dealing with years of religious trauma.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

Thick thighs, perfectly sculpted ass, a soft tummy and supple suckable tits.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Number one yearner. There isn’t a moment in time where she doesn’t want you in some way.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

✧ Not many outsiders have had the privilege of visiting Hightower Farms, so Otto was very picky when it came to choosing a farm hand. He couldn’t risk Alicent being taken advantage of by any hormone fuelled young man so he was willing to hire a woman, just this once. This is where you come in, pleading and desperate for a job.

✧ You make pennies in comparison with many of your friends, but Otto lets you stay in his daughter’s room to make up for the lack of compensation and oh, does it ever.

✧ Alicent grew up the only girl in her family so when she finally has you all to herself she’s giddy. There’s so many things she’s never experienced, she was home schooled, her mother died young, and she only goes into town when her father isn’t feeling well.

✧ She has no problem getting dressed in front of you, I mean you are both girls, right? It’s not like you spy she just happens to stand directly within your line of sight when changing. Eventually you become so used to it you begin to take on the same habit. Alicent stops whatever she is doing when you get undressed.

✧ Alicent had always know she’s not the version of herself her father wants her to be. Otto would often warn her about the whims of men and how they would never be good enough for her but he didn’t seem to understand she had no interest in men. You are all she has prayed for.

✧ While you were doing heavy work, sweat dripping down your torso, you would find her out of the corner of your eye staring at you from the porch. On the occasion she would walk up to you with a pitcher and a glass asking if you needed to cool down. “You keep going at this pace, you’ll be done before autumn comes.”

You laughed at her comment. “And leave you all alone? I could never.”

Her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink. She hoped you were telling the truth.

✧ More often than not Alicent would beg you to stay in her bed, claiming the cot was much too small to be comfortable. You would wake up with her curled up in your arms, looking like a real life angel.

✧ “Have you ever been in someone else’s bed before?” She asked one night. The both of you cuddled up together in Alicent’s cotton sheets.

“Of course, I’ve slept over at plenty of friends places before.” You answered nonchalantly.

“I don’t mean a friend.”

You stop for a minute and look up at her. Her eyes were even wider and darker than usual. “In that case the answer is still yes.”

“Could you show me…please?” Her voice barely a whisper as her fingers interlinked with yours.

✧ Your lips locked together like two magnets, drawn to each other. Alicent moaning at the mere contact of your mouth with hers. “You gotta be quiet Ali.” You muffled against her.

Her hands ran from the back of your neck down to waist of your sleep shorts pulling them down to your knees. Her fingers grazed the middle of your underwear feeling the heat of you against her palm. You gasped when the slips them to the side leaving nothing separate her hand from your cunt. “You gotta be quiet.” She mocked back to you.

✧ the rest of the summer is spent this way. The two of you finding moments of privacy to share together. In the haystacks, in the shower, behind the barn, out in the vast fields that surround you. It was bliss.

✧ Alicent became even more brazen with her teasing. Delivering your drinks in very short dresses and shorts. Bending over in front of you to reveal that she was in fact not wearing any underwear. Leaving you little notes around the farm where only you would find them.

𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝓇𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒, 𝐼’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒. -𝒜

✧On days where Otto is in town you spend all day basking in each other’s company. Reading together on the porch, riding the horses out to the edge of the forest, cooking dinner together. Despite how mundane it seems you treasure nothing else more.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare. Nobody else does it like this man when it comes to aftercare and he doesn’t even do it consciously. It’s just his instinct to take care of you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s not very into idolizing his own body but he likes his shoulders the most. He learned to appreciate them more when you started complimenting them.

Jace is a thigh man. He loves grabbing at them while he fucks you or feeling them squeeze around his head when he’s eating you out. Natures pillows as he calls them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

His favourite place to cum is on your face. It’s probably the most shocking thing about Jace considering he’s the biggest gentleman out of all his brothers, but he just can’t help it. The image of your pretty face coved in his load will never not drive him insane.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have any crazy secrets, but he really wants to record the two of you fucking. He thinks about it more than it’s probably reasonable for a person to think about it. Setting up his phone to take in the sights and sounds of you getting fucked by him.

Jace knows it’s incredibly stupid and risky with the profile of his family’s name — neither of you have even sent nudes to each other for that reason. It’s just the idea of the two of you having a sextape for your eyes only is very hot to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He went through a phase of sleeping around in high school like his brother (Aegon of course) until he realized it wasn’t for him. He didn’t feel right using girls like that, he’s a romantic to the core.

The only good thing that came out of his little experimentation was building up quite the resume of experience. You’re grateful for his little hoe phase as you called it.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)

Jace is a firm believer in the superiority of missionary. He gets to control the pace and look directly at you the whole time. If he’s feeling wild he’ll hike your knees over his shoulders.

He also loves being able to whisper dirty things in your ear while fucks you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

He is generally a lighthearted guy at all times so the bedroom wouldn’t be that different. He would never take himself too seriously but he’d also never ruin a perfectly romantic moment by acting like an absolute loon.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

When it comes to shaving he prefers comfort over aesthetic. He’ll trim when necessary but you are never getting that man shaven bare. He’d want you to do the same in terms of shaving for your enjoyment, not his.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Jace is a good old fashioned lover boy. He believes in romance out and inside of the bedroom. Some people have called him corny but he takes it as a compliment.

But just because it’s romantic doesn’t mean it’s boring and repetitive. This man puts all he has into his lovemaking. Honestly he thinks it’s what he was put here to do with his life.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

Probably about once or twice a week. He would never use porn though, for one he knew all that shit was fake, and it just felt wrong especially when he had you. He likes to use his imagination when he does it, picturing you sprawled out underneath him, bouncing with every thrust he gives you, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

In his mind that’s better than any porn ever made, because it’s just for him. Although he does still want to have a real video of you at some point in the future.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

He’s pretty basic when it comes to kinks. Dirty talk will always get him going — the sound of your voice in general actually. He’s convinced he could cum from the sound of you reading him a grocery list. He also really likes watching you masturbate. Seeing the way your body moves in response to your own hands and toys is priceless to him.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He’s a bed guy all day and all night. Nothing beats the comfort of his sheets, but he’s open to trying out wherever you want to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Kissing will always led to something more with Jace. Innocent peck on the cheek? It’s moving to the mouth. On the lips? You’re gonna feel some tongue sneaking its way through.

If you kiss him on the neck you are asking for it. His neck might honestly be more sensitive than his cock.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely nothing that hurts you. The only way he can stay turned on is to know he’s causing you pleasure, not pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

If he had to choose between never eating pussy or never getting his cock sucked he will happily choose never getting head again.

Jace was built to eat pussy. It’s his idea of heaven. He will spend hours doing it without even breaking a sweat. There have been many times where you had force his moth off you because he ‘wasn’t done yet’. Your pussy is literally a drug to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Jace is all about taking his time with you so it’s slow and sensual all the way.

Sex with him always starts with you getting eaten out (and we all know he’s enjoying every minute of that) so after he’s had his fill of you that’s when he gives you what you’ve been waiting for. Hips rocking smoothly into you as he tells you how gorgeous and perfect you are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)

He would prefer not to, but if you or him are feeling desperate then he’s not too prideful to get down on his knees for you real quick.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to experimenting but he will do almost anything to make you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

A two to three rounds type of guy for actual penetration, but if we’re talking eating pussy? Days on end with no breaks.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He was open to trying them when you asked him but the idea has never crossed his mind on his own. He never thought of them as a necessity. The first time he watched you use a vibrator on yourself changed his mind instantly. Anything that gives you pleasure gives him twice as much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

Only so he can make your high last longer. He will rub your clit for hours before he lets you cum just so he can watch you squirm.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

He’s more of a whines and moans type of guy than a grunter. He also loves praising you.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He’s never tried eating ass but he secretly wants to. When he’s down there, nose rubbing circles against your clit, while his tongue licks its way into your wet hole, he’s been tempted to travel a little lower. To spread your cheeks and run his tongue against your ass while his fingers spread your cunt open is his fantasy.

The only thing stopping him is he’s afraid you’ll think he’s gross.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

Hung like a true horse. Other than just being a people pleaser to his core, the whole reason he got so into eating pussy was because he knew in order to take some of that initial pain away he needed to prep you first.

He never wants to hurt you but it’s just inevitable sometimes with the absolute size of him. BDE comes with a price.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He wants to live between your legs. Jace has ‘joked’ many times that the ideal day off for him would be having you sit on his face until he suffocates. He’d be more than thrilled to go out that way.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You run him ragged. Even if you fuck during the day it is required both of you have a power nap immediately after.

boyfriend!aegon eating you out

bestfriend!aegon fingering you at your parents house

sugardaddy!aegon punishing you

fucking you from behind

taking charge on his face

playing with your pussy after a long day

fwb!aegon teaching you how to cum

riding him to de-stress

sugardaddy!aegon being nice

bestfriend!aegon films himself playing with you

teasing the shy girl

69ing with fwb!aegon

boyfriend!aegon eating you out on your balcony

sugardaddy!aegon leaves you a nice gift

he wants to see how many fingers he can fit in you

mutual masturbation with bestfriend!aegon

Up until now you thought you and your boyfriend had no secrets between you, but as it turns out you were wrong.

It started a week ago, you and Aemond drove up the countryside for a weekend to visit his family for Alicent’s birthday. Everyone tried their best to make it up there for big celebrations.

After three years together you feel like a member of the family yourself, Alicent and Rhaenyra even refer to you as their second daughter. You feel more at home with them than you do with your own family — and more importantly you felt like they couldn’t shock you anymore. That lasted until dinner.

Aegon and Aemond had gotten into a tiff about something juvenile that you can’t even remember anymore. Words tossed back and forth at one another from across the table like a tennis match. Rhaenyra was about to interject when Aegon blurted out: “Did you ever tell your sweetheart about what you did with my rag mag?”

Now that caught your attention.

Aemond’s face became beet red. His eyes practically bulged out of his skull in fear. Aegon smiled cockily at his brother’s expression, poking a forkful of their mothers dinner into his mouth.

Alicent and Rhaenyra tried to object to this conversation as soon as the word ‘rag mag’ was tossed out, but were cut short by your boyfriend.

“You wouldn’t.” It was clear Aemond was attempting to sound intimidating when it was obvious to everyone else he was fearing for his life.

“Oh, but I really would.” You vaguely remember overhearing Rhaenyra warn Alicent to cover her ears. Aegon turned his full attention to you, his eyes locked with yours. “When your precious boyfriend was still shorter than me he snuck into my room, snooped through my collection, and ripped out the naughty librarian spread all for himself.”

For the first time since you had met him Aemond became shy. You didn’t quite understand why exactly. Your boyfriend was no saint when it came to sex. He was the one who suggested most of your perverted ventures thus far, so why had he never told you this story himself?

After the table was cleared and conversation changed Aemond popped outside to take a quick smoke break — the perfect opportunity for you to interrogate Aegon a little more. You slid beside him as he washed that night's dishes like the good little son he can be occasionally.

“What was all that about?”

He glanced up at you briefly from the task in front of him. “What was all what about?”

“You know…” you suddenly realised how humiliating it was to talk about sex related topics with your boyfriend's brother. “The magazine drama?”

A knowing smirk crossed the​ Targaryen’s lips. “Ah, you want to know why Aemond threw such a fit about his little secret being outed.” He placed a white salad bowl onto the drying rack before facing you. “Well there are a few theories I have about it — first and most simple of all: maybe he was just embarrassed to have his middle school perversions exposed to our parents. I’m not too convinced by that one though given the simple fact that you two have been fucking at practically every family event you have been invited to thus far.”

It was then your turn for your cheeks to heat up with embarrassment, the memory of being caught half naked by Rhaenyra in the shoe closet still haunts you.

“So that leads me to my second theory: he’s ashamed of you knowing about his librarian fetish.”

Your brows pinched together quizzically. “But that doesn’t make any sense, we’ve done way crazier things together than a little kinky roleplay.”

Aegon closed his eyes and let out a long exhale like he was about to be sick. “I can’t express to you how much I didn’t want to know that.” You smiled at him apologetically letting out a timid ‘sorry’.

The purple eyed boy rubbed at his temples before opening his eyes again. “Okay, I’m probably gonna throw up later and really regret asking you this but: have you ever been in charge? Ya know, taken on the reins while you two are…” He held his hand over his stomach dramatically. “Having sex?”

your gaze remained on the clean kitchen floor as you answered his question. “No…”

“Well there you go, now if you’ll excuse me I need to go drink this conversation from my memory.”

Since that night you have been on a mission: make Aemond’s fantasy come to life.

It started like all good missions did — with a bit of thorough research of course. Aemond is a stickler for details and you needed all of them if you were going to pull this off successfully. The magazine from all the detail you managed to pull out of poor Aegon was a Hustler and based on the years Aemond would have been in middle school you managed to comb through every edition of Hustler during that time until you found it: the librarian spread.

This took you to the next step in your plan: the outfit. There wasn’t really much to it, obviously most of it was pulled off the models body in favour of showing off what was underneath, but you focused on what remained. Petite framed glasses, a white button up (tossed aside on the desk she sat on but you figured she was probably wearing it at some point in time), black pencil skirt, stockings, garter belt, and most importantly no panties.

All of this planning and waiting had finally led up to today. You have a day off to get your shit in order and Aemond’s shift ends early. You are quite proud of yourself honestly. Who knew being a research nerd could come in handy in the bedroom?

Now it was just time to see if Aemond appreciates it as much as you do.

From your spot in the kitchen you hear your boyfriend's keys enter the lock to your apartment – your cue to bolt into the bedroom. Inside the bedroom your heart races, nerves suddenly getting the best of you. What if he didn’t like it? What if he thinks you’re trying to belittle him? What if he thinks you look stupid?

“Baby?” Aemond calls from inside the main hallway.

“In the bedroom!” Well there was no going back now. Fuck it. You press play on the playlist you curated and pose yourself sitting on top of Aemond’s desk, just like the picture.

The door creaks open, revealing the white haired man to you. For a second he doesn’t look up, good eye still locked onto his phone. “What’s with the mu–” His eye meets with yours and stops him in his tracks. The bag he is carrying falls off his shoulder. The way he blushed at the birthday dinner has nothing on the state of his face now.

A few long moments pass by and the two of you remain perfectly still. It makes the knot in your stomach worse. “Please say something.” You beg as Aemond remains gobsmacked.

“You– how did – wh – you look–” He babbles like a small child.

“Please make it intelligible.” you try to lighten the mood as your hands play with each other anxiously.

It seems to shake Aemond out of his idiotict trance. “You look like the librarian from my magazine.”

“I do.” You change your tone to sound calm and collected while feeling like you’re about to explode inside.

“Why?”

“I thought you might appreciate it if I initiated something for once.”

Aemond soaks in the vision before him giving you a swift up and down glance. The pit continues growing in you but you refuse to let it show. “Do you?” You ask, impersonating all those sexually confident people you’ve seen in movies.

“I do.” Thank fuck.

Aemond rips the jacket from off his shoulders, practically running across the bedroom to reach you. He pulls you up off the desk but before he has the chance to kiss you you put a stop to him. Both hands push his face away but remain holding it so he’s forced to look at you. “Not so fast there mister.”

His face is priceless, a perfect mixture of confusion and desperation. “From now on I’m in charge, alright? You are going to lay there like the good boy I know you can be, while the sweet little librarian takes good care of you, understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” His pupil dilates so wide you can hardly see the usual violet colour of his iris.

“Yes you understand who?”

A surprise smirk graces your boyfriend's beautiful face. “Yes, I understand…ma’am.”

“Good, now take off your clothes and get on the bed.” In a flash Aemond’s clothes came flying off you like you have never seen before. You knew this would get him worked up but you did not expect him to be this into it.

As the Targaryen’s boxers hit the floor and he hits the plush mattress you pull open a bag holding your secret weapon for the night. With the ‘weapon’ hiding behind your back you move up the bed straddling his muscular thigh, sitting your bare cunt directly on his skin. His already hard cock twitches with excitement. “Fuck me, are you not wearing any–?”

“No.” you say plainly, like you did this everyday. “Now I’ve got a little something special for you before I completely blow your mind.”

“I really don’t see this getting better than it is but if you say so,” He shrugs his shoulders. “I trust you.”

From behind you you reveal it: a black rubber cock ring. “I wanna see you squirm.”

Aemond’s silver-blonde locks splay out onto the pillows as he plops his head back onto the pillows. “You are trying to kill me, woman.” He groans.

“Oh you love it.” With that you wrap your manicured hand around his cock, stretching the black rubber around the base.Your boyfriend jumps slightly at the contact. “How’s it feel?”

“Wonderful, now can we get on with the main event, please?”

“Don’t forget baby, you’re not the one calling the shots tonight. Be nice to me and I’ll be nice to you.”

“Always.” He smiles. You can’t help yourself against his charms, flopping onto him to plant a sweet kiss to his lips. He wastes no time reciprocating it, taking the kiss from zero to a hundred faster than you can snap your fingers. His tongue slithering its way into your mouth. Your moans vibrated against his lips. Aemond was definitely the best kisser out of all the guys you had been with.

You reach your right hand up pushing it between the two of you, separating your lips. Aemond is clearly about to protest as you cut him off. “Spit.” No bullshit, just straight to the point. Based on the focused expression on his face the dots are taking their sweet time to connect in his pretty little head. Then it clicks and Aemond looks like a kid in a candy shop. He leans over your palm, saliva dripping down into your hand.

As the spit sinks across your palm you reach down to rub the wetness around his throbbing cock, stroking him up and down painfully slowly. Your other hand makes its way to his heavy balls, massaging them delicately in between your fingers.

You always loved playing with Aemond’s cock, but you were never allowed to take your time with it. It’s the one thing you despise about your boyfriend constantly being the one in charge. This was your time to truly tease him like he had been teasing you since you got together.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You eye him over the glasses perched on your nose.

“Fuck yes!” Aemond yelps with pure euphoria.

“You kiss your mothers with that mouth?” You continue your teasing, the sound of the shucking filling the bedroom.

“No but I really wanna kiss you again — ma’am.” You appreciate that even though he was struggling through it he still uses your proper title.

“Come here baby.” Like a man starved Aemond pushes himself up to meet your lips once more. Now was your chance. With Aemond distracted by the kiss you slowly pull away your hand from his sack to grab the remote for the cock ring off the dresser. Time to hope he enjoys this little extra surprise.

Bzzz…

Aemonds hips slam up into your fist in shock. “Jesus- fuck!”

“Now you know how I feel, huh?” You say recalling all the times that the blonde had used your vibrators on you.

The vibrations make his rod jump, shaking so fast your eyes can’t even comprehend its moving at all. God it’s hot. It had become far too normal for Aemond to watch you shake and your eyes roll back into your head with ecstasy but never you with him. It makes you feel powerful.

“F-feels so fucking good—” Aemond struggles to be coherent through the throws of pleasure.

Your hands pick up the pace, tightening your grip around him. His eyes are becoming more and more glassy as the moments pass by. Settling down till your stomach touches your knees, skirt (barely) coved ass poking out to the air. You kiss your way down his chest, leaving lipstick marks as you go until you reach the base of his vibrating cock.

Your mind swarms with ideas of how you can possibly torture him, but you decide against anymore prolonged suffering because of how desperately you need him in your mouth. You lick your way up to his leaking tip, keeping eye contact the entire time.

You run your hands over the sides of his hips as you suck the tip into your mouth. Preparing yourself with a deep breath through your nose, you dive down, deepthroating the rest of him into your throat. The tip of your nose touched the smooth base of his pubic bone. He always filled your holes so perfectly.

The sounds of your throat bobbing over him mixed with muted vibrations and Aemond’s moans make your cunt pulsate. You and Aemond are not new to dirty but something about this type of dirty got you going in a way you have never felt before.

“I’m gonna come—fuck! I’m gonna come down your perfect throat—” That is all you need to hear to pull yourself away from him (as much as you hate to).

Wiping the saliva from the corners of your mouth you press the button on the remote of the cock ring, turning the vibrations off. Aemond whines like a scorned child. A sound you're not familiar with from him, but you could picture yourself getting used to.

“Did you really think that I was going to let you come that fast? I need to make you earn it first, baby.”

He looks up at you, begging. “How? Please just tell me how I’ll do anything, I just need to be inside you. I wanna be your good boy.” His voice cracks like he’s on the brink of tears.

“You have to address me properly.”

“Anything for you ma’am.”

“Now, beg.” You tug the base of his cock into your hands, jerking him off like you were in no rush.

“Please…?” His brows knit together like a kicked puppy.

You halt your movements and grip your boyfriend’s length, not enough to actually hurt him, just enough to make Aemond whine once more. “God do you even want me to fuck you? I said beg.” You say while pulling the almost sheer white top from your body, leaving the skirt and stockings in their place though.

“Please fuck ma’am? I promise I’ll be good for you, I need to be inside of you so bad. I love your cunt so much, I need it around me. I need to feel you come on me, please?”

“Aw, look at that, you are my good boy after all.” With that you are fully on top of him. Hands planted onto his firm chest while you lean forward to tug your skirt up, revealing the lack of underwear beneath them. With his eyes thoroughly distracted by your bare cunt you pull his aching tip inside of your soaking wet entrance.

You had sex not two days before now but somehow the stretch of Aemond inside was still a shock to your system. Maybe it’s because you had never had him like this, crying below you like just being inside you was already the greatest pleasure he could experience.

“Jesus—Christ!”

You take your time adjusting to him, gradually sinking lower towards his abdomen. Your clit grazes the black silicone, alerting you that you’ve reached the bottom. Pushing yourself all the way back up to his tip you slam down as you speak. “Did all that begging make your cock harder, Aem? Do you like begging for me?”

“So much…” The words are almost inaudible through his moans.

“You don’t come until I let you, understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

It only eggs you on more. The sound of wet skin smacking and whimpering fill your ears. No thoughts pass through either of your heads.

The rocking of your hips became more frantic, desperate. Your soft wet walls hugging your boyfriend like a vice. Aemond’s reach up into the pillows, gripping so hard they change from pink to white instantly.

Your mask begins to fall at the pleasure building in your core. Legs shaking at either side of Aemond’s hips. Just like that you pull the blonde up from his horizontal position, his grip falling from the pillows. Lips crashing together in a blur as sweat pools down both your backs. “I’m so fucking close, can I come, please?” His begging is muffled against your mouth.

“Soon, I promise. Rub my clit for me baby?” He obeyed immediately. His pointer and index finger caressing against your pulsing clit. “Fuck yes! so good Aem.” Your hands wander to his hair, like you are the master and he’s your little puppet.

You can’t hold back anymore, the sensation of his lips against yours mixed with Aemond’s precise movements against your bud send you hurdling towards your orgasm. “M’coming, come for me aem, do it for me baby—” Aemond follows fast behind you, crying out your name as he reaches his peak. His cock painting your insides with his cum.

You come back down to earth together, a jumble of words spilling from both of your lips: I love you, thank you, so good, kiss me.

You collapse into a puddle on your boyfriend’s sweat soaked chest. His fingers travel through your hair as you both catch your breath. As he tucks the lock behind your ears he finally speaks coherently. “So, are you gonna tell me how you managed to replicate the exact outfit from the original photo I used to wank off to or…?”

You’d think by now you would know how to sit on your boyfriend’s face, but to be fair it wasn’t really your fault.

Aegon had been working you up all day knowing you would be too busy with work to get a moment away. From texting you every dirty thing he wanted to do to you, to sending you pictures of him laying in your bed with his half-hard cock telling you how much he missed you. You didn’t understand what had gotten into him. He’d always had a high libido but he wasn't usually such a tease about it.

Whatever it was though, it worked on you. You had gotten almost no work done, way too distracted by the spam of dirty messages. Just when you thought he was giving you a break, a familiar vibration pulsed from your phone. At that point you knew the drill, make sure no one was around before clicking on the notification.

Aeggs: he's so lonely without you :(

Accompanying the text was a photo of him; naked thighs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned revealing the chain that dangled around his neck, hand squeezing around the tip of his pink leaking cock as it dripped down his pale fingers.

At that moment you craved nothing more than to lick his hand clean, and suck the rest of his cum out of his beautiful cock. Your thighs squeezed together so hard you were sure they would be sore the next day.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you may or may not have deceived your boss into thinking you were too ill to continue working. Faking being sick is something that everyone has done at some point in their lives—maybe not to go home and fuck their slutty boyfriends but still.

He didn’t even get a word in before you directed him. “Bed, now.”

He may not have been known as the smartest of all his brothers but he could follow orders like no other. By the time your clothes hit the floor Aegon was already laid bare before you. The sight he’d been teasing you with all day, finally within your reach.

“Don’t make me wait for it, baby,” a cocky smile graced your boyfriend’s pink lips. The fucking nerve of him.

“Me, make you wait? Me, tease you? Oh you’re gonna get it now.” You crawled over his body placing your legs on either side of his neck. “Put your hands where I can see them. You’re not allowed to touch me for that shit you pulled earlier, but I’m going to enjoy myself.”

He nodded obediently to your demands, clearly eager to get to work on your ‘punishment’. Without another word you plopped yourself down onto his waiting mouth, tugging his silver hair into your hands like a lead.

His tongue found its way to your clit quicker than it ever had before, causing you to jump with surprise. No matter how many times you two had sex you were always shocked by how fucking good he was at it. “Fuuck, Aegon,” Despite being in control this time you couldn’t help the submissive whines that spilled out of you.

The movements of Aegon’s mouth became more intense as his confidence tended to boost when you made ‘pretty noises’ for him—his words, not yours. His tongue expertly created a pattern of movements through your lips, dipping back and forth from your aching clit to your desperate hole, occasionally sucking at your bud until you could feel your pulse running through it.

He was like a man starved despite the fact that you had just done this very thing the night prior.

“You like that baby?” His question was mumbled against your pussy.

You sighed out of your nose just as upset as you were turned on that he was still so pleased to have you denying him any affection after the stunt he pulled today. “No talking.” Your tone was as harsh as you tugged harder at his locks until his face was completely flush to your cunt.

Still he persisted at his usual strenuous pace. You wanted to cry from pleasure, toes curling on both sides of your boyfriends head. Your hips began to rock at their own speed, meeting his mouth with equal eagerness.

“Yes just like that,” The vibrations of Aegons moans against you soaking core making it impossible to hold off your impending orgasm much longer. You were already so close and it felt like it had just started. Honestly it was a wonder to you how you managed to last even this long with how pent up you were all day.

“I’m gonna come, fuck,” Aegon let out a clear groan of encouragement underneath you. Unconsciously your pelvis began grinding harder against the Targaryen’s face, his nose bumping against your clit when it wasn’t being sucked between his lips. Your back arched as you visualized your peak coming to an end.

Harder.

Faster.

Pelvis meeting skull in a storm of passion.

Without meaning to, you slipped higher up your boyfriend’s face while grinding against him, desperate to reach your end. That’s when you felt it.

Crack.

You broke his fucking nose.

You acted swiftly, pulling yourself off him and making sure he was at least still alive. You gently tugged his face in your hands to gaze in your direction, getting a better look to assess the damage. “Fuck baby are you okay? I’m so sorry, oh shit—” his nose was leaning to the left side of his face with dark streams of blood leaking out of each nostril.

His eyes welled up slightly with tears in his waterline. “Why’d you stop?” Was the first thing out of his mouth.

You were completely blown away by his seeming lack of concern for his own safety. “You’re fucking joking right? Aegon, I broke your nose!”

“Yeah but you were almost done anyway.” He defended, looking more upset that you didn’t come than his bloodied nose.

A smile grew across your lips. How could one person manage to be so frustrating yet so cute at the same time? Your thumbs rubbed softly at the sides of his injured face. “You really are something you know that?” You laughed.

“Thank you.” He grinned before wincing at the pain of moving his face.

“We have to get you to the ER.” You moved away from him, running around the room to pick up both your clothes and dress yourself.

“But you haven’t even—” you cut him off before he could finish his stupid sentence.

“My orgasm is not nearly as important as making sure I didn’t permanently fuck up your nose. Get dressed, please, I’m going to get you an ice pack for that.” You pointed to the centre of his face.

He made a pouty noise but complied nonetheless, tugging some tissues out from the bedside table to absorb the blood running down his face.

You walked to the freezer, pulling out the cold compress. When you made your way back into the room you found a fully dressed Aegon who looked like the cat who ate the canary. You stood in front of him pushing the compress delicately against his nose. “What’s got you so excited all of a sudden?”

He smirk became wider. “Just thinking about how proud my mums will be when I tell them how I broke my nose.”

Your cheeks heated at his words. The image of his mothers mortified faces as he explains to them in detail how his injuries were caused entering your mind. “You’re not funny.”

“Oh I’m quite serious, they’ll be happier than when they found out I actually managed to get into a university without bribing anyone.”