MDNI

[lockeswoodss]

Hello~

So happy to have you here (。・ω・。)

I'm Locke, I'm 25, and I use He/They pronouns

I'm currently obsessed with A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms

I am a student, so I kinda have a chaotic schedule at best. I'll try to keep this updated while I'm working on stuff.

Spot Light:

The Au Pair: here

A Maekar x Reader Modern AU Limited Series

Credits:

Dividers: @saradika-graphics & @diviniyae Profile Pic: @iconsfm Heading Pic: @hexh-pixel 

[lockeswoodss]

I'm back with another AKOTSK ask.

Anyway.

What job do you think would Akotsk men (same as last time) do in an ER or hospital au. Bonus points if you include Raymun.

And then who do you think the Pitt characters would be in Akotsk.

I want to put Raymun in the OB-GYN department cuz he needs to learn lol.

More seriously I think Maekar & Aerion are in surgery because of their attitude, Daeron is a patient, Baelor is in psychiatry, Valarr for some reason I feel like would be in oncology 🤔 Finally I'd put Dunk in pediatrics as a social work because he's built for a helping profession (not that I'm at all biased lol 😅)

For the Pitt in AKOTSK

Abbot is for sure a knight. I feel like Robby is from one of the main families (Lannister, maybe 🤔) like I feel like he's a knight, but in the royal way where he didn't have to work as hard as Abbot (who is self-made). I feel like Whitaker is a maester and Mel is a septa. Lastly, Ellis is sitting on the iron throne 💛

[mytearsrricochet]

[wizard-loving-wizard]

lou 🥰🥰🥰

[wildlocketparadigm]

the face of a man whose about to accuse people of slurs <3

[lockeswoodss]

😍😍😍

[lockeswoodss]

Sorry, for a longer break than normal. Even tho it has happened before I forgot how going from a rigid schedule during finals week to nothing the next week fucks with my brain. Like I have four half written chapters (two akotsk, two park the shark ficlets) but I can't sit long enough to fully finish them :((

Hoping to have some stuff posted this week 🤞

[lockeswoodss]

God, I just got my grades back, and I raised my GPA by .18, which means I'm on track to have over a 3.0 GPA by the time I graduate ^_^

I know it's not a huge achievement, but considering my first semester at the college I'm at, I got a B, two Cs, and a D I'm happy with whatever helps move me ahead. It's really rough going to school while being bipolar, especially this past semester, when I had a four-week streak of a depressive episode that was exhausting on its own and had the added fatigue of masking how I was feeling.

Anyway, this was just like really nice news to get, and now all I have to do is find an internship for next semester.

Currently working on some AKOTSK fic updates and have some park the shark ficlets lined up as well 🫶

PS. Thank you for everyone's patience 🫶 I'm grateful for my moots and everyone who follows my inconsistent ass lol

[lockeswoodss]

I just submitted my last assignment for the semester

(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I can't wait to work on updating all my works that I had to put off this semester

Also might try to do a solo June writing challenge since I definitely won't be able to do kinktober this year :(((

Happy end of semester/graduation to all 🎉

[lockeswoodss]

The Au Pair (1/3)

Summary: You've worked for the Targaryens for over two years now, and have been crushing on Maekar for almost just as long. Things grow emotional as your contract with them begins to come to a close. You are heartbroken at the idea of leaving the family you have grown so close to and the man you adore, but what if that feeling wasn't as one-sided as you thought?

A/N: This was requested like over a month ago by the lovely @nocturnalrorobin. I've been working on it slowly for about a week, since it's finals season. Can't wait to dive into writing again this weekend after all my exams are done and I'm off for the summer (at least from school work).

Warnings: MDNI!! Smut, Oral (F! Receiving), Choking, Body Worship, Unsafe Sex, PIV, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Restraints, Light Slapping, Age Gap (Legal), Cumming Inside, Dirty Talk, Aftercare, Dominate Maekar, Submissive Reader, Dry Humping

Word Count: around 7,580 (this one really got away from me 😅)

You couldn’t help but groan as your alarm rang out. Rhae had had a nightmare around three a.m., and you hadn’t fully gone back to sleep by the time you needed to be up at six to start getting things together. Technically, you could push your wake-up to seven, but then you’d miss out on seeing Maekar until the evening, if at all. Were you so down bad for your boss that you’d lose sleep? Yes. Was it pathetic? Also, yes. Even now, as you quickly got ready for the day, you felt silly to rearrange your schedule so that you’d see the most of him as possible. The man was a widower who had shown no interest in you outside of how you cared for his children. Still, as much as you tried to quell your crush, he’d go and do something to make it flare up again within a day. Last time, it was him softly telling Rhae a story when she refused to go down for you once she realized her father was home. At this point, you’ve given up on trying to dismiss the crush and opt to just power through it.

Before you made your way downstairs to the common area, you updated the children’s spreadsheets for the day on an app you shared with Maekar. You were finishing up your degree in computer science and had a habit of carrying over your organization from school to your job as the Targaryen’s au pair. You were currently working part-time, attending school, and working for the Targaryens. While it was a lot on the weekends, the weekdays were more manageable, as you were in school when the children were in school. It was thankfully a Monday, so you’d be at home for an online lecture and able to get a jump on this week’s assignments. If it weren’t for this job, you’d probably never have been able to move here for school, let alone live in London. So, keeping it was your top priority.

As the au pair, you were really only responsible for the youngest four children since both Daeron and Aerion were in university and college, respectively, and did not live at home. Even then, Aemon was in year ten, and Daella was in year eight. You tended to have a hands-off approach with them and waited for them to come to you if there was an issue. Aegon and Rhae, on the other hand, were a whole different ball game. The youngest two Targaryens were always in need. When Aegon was not hatching a disappearing act, there was always a mischievous ploy in play. Contrastingly, Rhae was still young and needed more hands-on care. It was always a balancing act to be there for her, without crossing the line and acting too motherly. She was only three when her mother passed, and was in the most need of a maternal role model.

You stepped lightly down the staircase to the kitchen and the open floor plan of the common area. As always, Maekar was already up and sat at the head of the table, drinking coffee and scrolling through the newspaper on his tablet; his reading glasses perched low on his nose. Gods, how you wish that was you- Okay, no, it was way too early to be this horny to the point of feeling jealous over an inanimate object like a pair of glasses. You tried to calm your nerves as you made your own cup of coffee, facing away from him. You could already feel your face growing hotter and hotter from internal embarrassment. You served yourself some muesli and yoghurt before turning around and taking a seat at the opposite end of the table to leave room for his children if they ventured down before he was set to leave.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he greeted, not taking his eyes off his tablet.

“Morning, Mr. Targaryen,” you replied, pulling out your phone to keep the schedule handy if he had any questions.

“Sunshine?” he asked, grabbing your attention from your phone. You unintentionally gulped as your eyes locked with his violet ones.

Fuck

“Yes?” you asked hesitantly, pinned down by his assertive gaze.

“How long have you been caring for my children?” he asked,

“A little over two and a half years now,” you responded, maintaining eye contact. You had started the same day you passed your background check, since the last au pair was fired for an infraction on the spot; something about her yelling at Aegon. Fuck, wait, were you being fired? While rationally you knew that wasn’t the case, you could still feel anxiety shoot through you at the idea of being let go.

“And how many times have I told you to call me Maekar?” he followed up. Tension eased from your shoulders as the actuality of the conversation was revealed.

“At least half a dozen,” you replied with a sheepish smile, taking a bite of your breakfast.

“And you refuse because?” he asked,

“It feels too informal,” you replied lightly, taking a sip of your coffee, “Every childcare setting I’ve worked in has required that level of formality. It would feel odd to call you by your first name when I’m interacting with professionals in your children’s day to day lives.”

He let out a small huff through his nose and pressed his mouth into a disapproving line. Similar to how he looked when reprimanding his children.

“While that may be true, I do not appreciate repeating myself. You may continue using my last name while in professional settings, but I would prefer it for you to call me Maekar within the walls of my home. Is that understood?” he asked.

“Yes, Maekar,” you replied, his name feeling alien on your tongue. Some unknown emotion flickered across his face before he broke eye contact to look back down at his tablet.

“Good,” he praised, “Now, is there anything I should be aware of happening in my children’s lives this week?”

“Yes, Aemon will be leaving for an overnight trip for the academic decathlon club on Friday, and he will be gone until late Sunday night. It’s a big deal as they will be competing for a spot in the semifinals, which is two weeks from now. I already have a small care package I’m going to send out with him, with a few treats that he likes and a fidget toy that is made for safe pain stimming. I notice he’s been picking at his skin again after previous matches. I thought you might want to include a note of encouragement. I think it would mean a lot to him.” You started, earning a small hum from Maekar before you continued on, “Daella has a tennis match in the late afternoon that Aegon, Rhae, and I will be attending. It is set to begin after Aegon’s robotics club and Rhae’s ballet class have finished. Aegon will be taking a car to the match to meet with Rhae and me, coming from the ballet studio. I have a packed meal for dinner in case it runs long. I think Daella may be a bit nervous because she lost to the school last year.”

“Is there anything else?” he asked,

“None that you need to know about today. I have tentative plans to take Aegon and Rhae to the Natural History Museum over the weekend if you have time to join. Daella will be sleeping over for a friend’s birthday from Saturday to Sunday. I’ll update the schedule if anything changes.” You answered, finishing up your breakfast.

“How are your own studies going?” he asked, causing you to pause. It wasn’t unusual for him to ask about you, but it was always under the guise that school would affect how you cared for his children.

“Good,” you nodded, “I’m on track to graduate this semester.”

“Have you put any thought into what you’d like to do after you graduate?” he asked,

“I know I want to eventually go to graduate school, but I’m on the fence if I should go right away or take a few years off to gain more experience in the field.” You answered honestly.

You only received another pensive hum in response before you heard two sets of feet coming down the stairs. You greeted Daella and Aegon with a smile as they made their way into the kitchen. They both grabbed breakfast and settled beside their father. He listened intently to Daella as she immediately dominated the conversation to talk about her match this afternoon; a faint smile formed on his lips. You clocked that Aegon was quieter than normal, but chalked it up to him being tired as he focused solely on his bowl of cereal. You finished up your coffee and cleared it to the sink to give the family a bit of alone time before Maekar would need to head out to the office. You heard Daella call your name as you made your way to the stairs to wake up Rhae and check in to see if Aemon was up and about.

“Yeah?” you asked, turning your focus back to the family.

“Will you still braid my hair today?” she checked as Maekar stood up.

“Of course, sweetheart, I’m just gonna get sleeping beauty up and going, then I can do it. I’ll meet you in your bedroom in ten, okay?” You asked.

“Perfect,” she smiled as Maekar pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and affectionately ruffled Aegon’s short silver-blonde hair. You always felt privileged to be able to see Maekar with his shields down around his children, before he put on his armor of a scowl for the general public.

“I’m off,” Maekar announced, heading for the door, “be good for Sunshine,”

You smiled to yourself at his comment, face warming with the smallest bit of attention.

Gods, you were so fucked

You stopped dead in your tracks as you took Aemon in at the top of the stairs. He looked a bit paler than normal, with rosy cheeks.

“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” you asked,

“Yeah,” he answered hoarsely, “I think it’s just my allergies.”

“Alright,” you nodded tentatively, “Are you feeling up for school?”

“I’ll be fine,” he nodded,

“Okay, but if your symptoms get worse, please go to the office and get sent home. I can make a call to the family doctor. It’s better to get better now and miss school than try to power through and not be able to go on your trip this weekend.” You replied firmly.

“Alright,” he nodded, passing you as he headed to the kitchen. You made a mental note to check in on him later as you made your way down the hall to wake up the youngest Targaryen. From there, it was an organized whirlwind as you made sure everyone had everything they needed and were packed into the two cars; one heading to the primary school and the other to the secondary school. By the time the cars pulled away, you felt like you had sprinted a 5K. You went over your mental checklist one last time before settling in for your morning classes. Aemon had his bag and packed snacks for his academic decathlon practice and had a scheduled ride home. Daella likewise had her school bag and snacks packed into her athletic bag that had her racket, a clean uniform, and toiletries. Aegon had his bag, a packed lunch, snacks, and a scheduled ride to Daella’s match. Lastly, Rhae had her school bag, as you would bring everything she needed with you when you would bring her to ballet class after school.

The rest of the morning came easily as you listened to your online lectures and worked ahead on whatever assignments were available. You had learned that early on as an au pair to never rely on a set schedule, as anything could cause you to be pulled away from your schoolwork. Aemon only ended up lasting until lunch at school before being sent home with the flu. So, on your break between lectures, you arranged for their family doctor to stop by while also instructing the cooks to prepare tomato soup and buttered toast. You hand delivered some herbal tea and throat lozenges and checked in on him before you needed to leave to collect Rhae. On the way to the primary school, you updated Maekar on Aemon’s condition and the doctor’s recommendations.

“Sunny!” the youngest Targaryen called out as soon as she saw you get out of the town car. You shared a smile with her teacher as she gave Rhae the go-ahead to leave. You met her halfway before she ran full force into you, wrapping her arms around your waist in a tight hug.

“Hey, sweetie,” you smiled down at her, giving her a quick squeeze back. On autopilot, she grabbed your hand, and you made your way across the street to the car. Rhae gabbed the whole way, barely stopping to eat her snack or take sips of her water. You couldn’t help but smile and nod at the young girl. Gods, it was going to be hard to say goodbye at the end of the semester. Maekar had made it clear in the job description when you applied that it was only a part-time position, and above all, temporary. He had been clear in your interview that he was only in need of an au pair until Rhae finished year two of primary school, which would be this year. When you were initially hired, Rhae was transitioning from a private day care to school. He had also been clear with his intent to switch to a tutor to support his children’s studies as they aged out of the need for one-on-one care.

When you accepted the job, it felt like the stars were aligning, as it worked perfectly with your university schedule and provided room and board. You also had no idea how long you’d last, considering Maekar had disclosed that they had been through over eight different au pairs since his wife’s tragic death. Little did you know how close you’d grow to these children and their stoic father. This wasn’t even your first job in working with children; it was always hard to say goodbye, but something about this time felt different. Like your heart physically ached at the idea of moving on and no longer being part of their lives. Not only because of your crush on Maekar, but also because of how ingrained they’ve become in your day-to-day life. It was going to be a rough transition.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you arrived at the dance school and helped Rhae from her car seat before making your way up to the ballet floor. After styling her hair in a bun and out of her face, she was off to change and start class, as you sat with the other caregivers along a wall opposite the classroom. You split your time watching Rhae and checking in on her other siblings. You sent off a good luck text to Daella, who responded with a bright smile selfie in her tennis uniform. You then checked in on Aegon, but only got a “fine” back when you asked how his school day was. You unconsciously frowned. Mondays were his favorite day of the week when he was able to attend robotics club. He almost always sent videos of what he was working on or asked for your input, as coding was your area of expertise. Robotics had always been special because it was what you bonded over when you first started working for the Targaryens. You pushed your concern to the back of your mind; you’d be seeing him in less than an hour at Daella’s match.

Except you didn’t.

You gave it fifteen minutes before you started to worry. You distracted yourself as you set Rhae up on the bleachers near the court with a snack and a small throw blanket before pulling up the phone tracker app. Thankfully, his dot was still on the map, showing him at home. When he ignored your texts, you asked Rhae to keep an eye on the match for you and called Aemon.

“Hello?” he asked, voice rougher than it had been this afternoon.

“Hey, sorry to wake you up. Could you go check if Aegon is home?” you asked apologetically.

“Don’t have to, I can hear him screaming over his gaming headset from here.” Aemon's voice scratched out.

“Okay, thank you. I hope you can get some rest. We’ll be home in an hour or so.” You replied, Rhae tugging on your shirt.

“No problem, bye,” Aemon signed off before handing up.

“Where’s Egg?” Rhae asked as you put your phone away.

“Oh, he just went home, sweetie. We’ll see him in a bit. How’s Daella doing?” you asked as you shifted your attention back to the court.

“Good! She got a point!” Rhae smiled up at you.

Daella crushed the rest of the match and secured a win for her team. Thankfully, she was in the last singles match of the night. You stayed another half hour so she could watch her team mates win the last doubles match before she changed and met you and Rhae to go home.

“You won!” Rhae said, running up to hug her sister.

“I did,” Daella confirmed with a smile, returning the hug.

“You did great,” you said as she came up and gave you a side hug.

“Thanks, Sunny,” she smiled at you as you all piled into the car.

“Where’s Egg?” Daella asked as you made your trip home.

“He pulled a disappearing act again.” You explained, “I’m gonna have to talk with him when we get home. Rhae, I want you to get changed and brush your teeth for me, okay? I’ll be in to read you a story as soon as I can.”

“’ Kay,” she nodded as you pulled onto your street and you mentally prepped for your talk with Aegon.

You took a deep breath as you made your way up the stairs to his room; you could hear him before you saw him. You still knocked, even though you knew he wouldn’t respond. Pressing in, you saw him stationed at his desktop, away from you, still loudly talking to his friends as he played a new MMO you’d heard him gush about. You mentally hyped yourself up before crossing the room. You stood at his side so he could see you and motioned for him to take off his headset. He barely glanced at you before actively turning away from you and focusing back on his monitors. You took another deep breath, knowing that this was gonna be rough.

“Aegon, close the game, and end your call. We need to talk.” You said in a loud, but level voice. He continued to ignore you as he actively turned the volume up on his computer.

Fuck, so he’s choosing the hard way

“Aegon, you have to exit out, or I will.” You once again said, maintaining your cool. When he continued to ignore you, you reached under the desk to his tower and held down the power button. Within five seconds, his entire setup went dark. Within three seconds, he was up, headphones discarded and fist balled up at his sides.

“Why would you do that!?” he yelled, glaring up at you with burning intensity that you had only ever seen when interacting with Aerion.

“We need to talk.” You replied calmly, “I gave you a warning, and you chose to ignore it.”

“I was on a call! Gods, you ruin everything!” he yelled again.

“Aegon, we need to talk. You can’t go disappearing on me with no communication. I was so worried-” before you could finish, he immediately cut you off.

“Worried? Why the fuck would you be worried! Don’t pretend that you care!”

“Aegon, take a second to-” you started,

“No! Stop pretending like you give a shit about me, about any of us!”

“Aego-”

“NO! Shut up! Gods, I FUCKING HATE YOU.” He snapped. You bit your inner cheek to maintain your composure, but fuck that one stung. He had never said that before, and it fully blindsided you. You paused for a beat, keeping your composure as he let out loud pant, clearly angry.

“Aegon, what’s wrong?” you asked.

“Don’t act as if you care.” He spits,

“Where is this coming from?” you said, maintaining a level voice.

“Why would you care, you’re just going to leave!” he shouted again

“Oh, Aegon,” you said softly, realizing where this uncharacteristic anger was coming from.

“Why wait! You should leave now!” he shouted. Before you could respond, you heard the knock of his doorknob against his wall.  You both turned to take in the youngest Targaryen.

“You’re-you’re leaving?” Rhae asked at the door of Aegon’s room. Her big violet eyes became glassy as she held her stuffed dragon plush close to her chest in a self-soothing motion.

“Sweetie-” you attempted to start, before her tears immediately started to fall. She was hysterical as she loudly cried out, tears streaming down her face. She ran into your arms as you kneeled down and enveloped her in a hug, soothingly rubbing up and down her back.

“Aegon, I-” you started, only for him to once again go off on you.

“Why don’t you leave now! It’s not like you care about us!” he yelled, knocking over a LEGO replica of Neuschwanstein Castle that you had built together over a long weekend when his father was away on business. You held Rhae closer to you, turning your body to shield her from any potential brick projectiles. When you looked up, your heart broke to see him attempt to hold back his own tears, lip trembling in a frown as all his anger left his system, giving way to the underlying sadness he was feeling.

“What’s going on?!” Daella asked, quickly rushing into the room at the sound of the crash. Moments later, Aemon joined you, clearly from bed based on his messy hair and blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“She’s leaving,” Aegon said, hands still balled in fists, “I heard her and father talking about it this morning.”

Rhae only cried harder in your arms as you rocked her body side to side in an attempt to calm the seven-year-old.

“Aegon, that’s not true,” Daella said, looking to you for confirmation, before her own face dropped after seeing your unsure look. Aemon’s brows pinched together in confusion.

“Is it?” she asked, emotion rising in her voice.

“Kids,” you started trying to find footing in this emotional whirlwind of a conversation. You took a deep breath to center yourself before continuing, “I think we need to talk. Let’s meet in the kitchen in ten minutes.”

“Okay?” you asked, standing up while holding Rhae in your arms. The older three children each reacted differently. Aemon shuffled out while sniffling, which you hoped was from him being sick. Daella had a dejected look on her face before she turned on her heels, slamming the door of Aegon’s room behind her; her Targaryen blood shining through. While Aegon attempted to save face as he wiped away the few stray tears from his face, he fell back onto his bed, facing the ceiling. You quietly shushed Rhae’s cries as she held on close to you with her hands around your neck and face tucked into your shoulder. You carefully avoided the thousands of LEGO pieces scattered across Aegon’s floor and carried Rhae back to her room across the hall. By the time you crossed the threshold of her room, your soothing had finally broken through her hysterics, and her breathing began to go back to normal. Gently, you untangled her from you and placed her on her bed.

“Sunny?” she asked, sniffling, still hugging her dragon to her chest.

“Yeah, baby?” you asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Are you leaving?” she asked,

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly,

“Is it,” she sniffled, “Is it because I don’t eat my vegetables?”

“No, sweetheart,” you said, biting back a smile at her kid logic.

“’Cuz I can eat them, I promise!” she said, looking up at you with a very serious face for a seven-year-old. Clearly inherited from her father.

“Baby, nothing you can do would make me leave. Okay?” you asked, looking down at her.

“Then why are you leaving?” she asked, bottom lip trembling.

“I don’t know if I’m leaving yet,” you said, giving her a small hand a squeeze, “Why don’t we go downstairs and talk with your siblings. Okay?” you asked.

“Kay,” she nodded, getting up and pulling you along as she refused to let go of your hand. You took one last deep breath before you descended the steps to the kitchen, only to be met with three sets of intense purple eyes. The kids were all sitting in chairs around the head of the table, where you normally sat at meals. Rhae let go of your hand and took a seat to your left between you and Daella, while Aegon sat between you and Aemon.

“Okay,” you started, scooting back so that you could see all of them at once, “I know this is a lot and very emotional, but I will answer any of your questions you have once I go over the facts of the matter, okay?”

They all nodded, gaze not moving from you.

“When I was initially hired by your father for this position, a contract was agreed upon that I would work as your au pair until the end of Rhae’s second year of primary school because it lined up with when I would be graduating from university. Your father explained that once you all reach a certain age, he would like to phase out my position in favor of a tutor who could better help with your academics. As far as I know, your father still intends to go forward with this plan. I do not know any more information, as we have not talked about the plan since I was hired.” You explained slowly, keeping your tone professional as you could while your heart broke over their expressions. Aemon averted eye contact, Daella had ducked her head to focus solely on the table, while once again the youngest two fought off tears, “If I am leaving at the end of the semester, it is not any of your faults. You all are very precious to me and will always be in my heart, even if I am to leave.”

“But you help us with homework all the time!” Aegon said, exasperated.

“It’s true,” Daella added, as Rhae nodded in agreement.

“I would have never applied to be part of the academic decathlon without you,” Aemon said, a deep frown set into his face.

“While that may be true, I only want what’s best for you all. If your father determines that it will benefit you all if I take my leave, then I support his decision. Your safety and well-being are my top priority, even if you hate me for it.” You replied softly. “This isn’t going to happen overnight. I know it’s caused a lot of big emotions today, but for the time being, I’m not going anywhere. It’s late now, Aegon and Rhae. You both should have been in bed an hour ago. Aemon, I know you don’t have a bedtime, but you should get as much rest as you can before this weekend.” You finish in an even tone.

Aegon and Rhae, thankfully, listened to you and headed upstairs, with a sleepy Aemon shuffling behind them. Which left you alone with Daella.

“Are you okay?” you asked, turning your attention to her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I think I’m still processing it.”

“Do you want to talk to your therapist?” you asked softly, “I can make you an appointment early enough in the school day that it doesn’t make sense for you to head in beforehand; give you some time to sleep in.”

“That would be perfect,” she said with a sad smile on her face, “Fuck, what are we gonna do without you?”

“Sweetheart, you're all strong, capable kids. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll all do great.” You said squeezing your hand.

“I know you won’t leave til the end of the semester, but I just want to say thank you,” Daella said somberly, “You were the first person outside of my family who saw worth in me since our mother’s death. After you started here, it felt like the first breath of fresh air after being stuck under water.”

“Oh, Daella,” you said, holding back your own tears as she brushed away a few stray tears that had escaped from her eyes. You shared a quick hug before she left to go to bed. You took a deep breath before pulling out your phone to shoot a quick text to Maekar.

You: Hey, we had a bit of an emotional night. Aegon overheard us talking this morning and thought I was leaving my position soon. There was a misunderstanding, and he told the others. We had a small talk that I wouldn’t be leaving until the end of the semester at the earliest. I can explain more when you get home.

Mr. Targaryen: My ETA is 45 minutes.

You were now the anxious one. Sure, Maekar was always a blunt texter, but you had no idea what his reaction will be when you tell him all of what happened tonight. In the meantime, you scheduled an appointment for Daella for the morning as promised and checked in on the two youngest Targaryens. Both were out cold, if not for how late it was, then because of emotional fatigue. It gave your mind some rest when you saw that Daella and Aemon’s lights were both out as you passed their rooms.

You waited impatiently in the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea as you leaned against the center island, scrolling through TikTok. Your anxiety doubled the second you heard him enter the home, with a gentle, but firm closing of the door and the sound of his shoes being placed on the rack. You pocketed your phone as he came into view, his blazer draped over his forearm, and his once crisp red button-down was now wrinkled with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Sunshine,” he greeted gruffly. You were unsure whether it was due to fatigue, annoyance, or both.

“Hey,” you responded lightly, placing your mug in the sink. You had to keep yourself from jumping when you turned back to see him leaning against the counter opposite you. He had lost his blazer as he stood with his arms crossed, mouth pressed into a frown.

“What have my children been up to?” he asked,

“Well, to start on a high note, Daella won her match.” You offered.

“And?” he prompted, giving you a pointed look.

“Aegon heard us talking this morning and was upset by the news of my potential leaving. Because of that, he acted out and skipped Daella’s match to play video games until we got home. When I told him to log off his call and close the game, he refused, so I turned off his system, and then he and I exchanged words, where he expressed his frustration.”

“What did he say?” Maekar prompted,

“It was just how he was initially angry that I shut down his system, then his frustration about me leaving shone through, and he told Rhae, Daella, and Aemon about my potential departure.” You summarized.

“Sunshine, that’s not what I asked. What exactly did Aegon say to you?” Maekar pushed, frown deepening.

“There was some yelling,” you replied vaguely.

“Sunny, be straight with me. He is my child, and I am aware of how much he takes after me, especially when angry.” Maekar ordered, eyes narrowed.

“He yelled at me for turning off his system initially, then he started to yell about how he hated me and how I should just leave now.” You replied reluctantly,

“Is that all?” Maekar probed.

“He also knocked over the LEGO replica of Neuschwanstein castle. That’s what caused Daella and Aemon to come to his room.” You replied, knowing that there would be no way of hiding the mess.

“Right,” he said with a sharp look in his eye, turning for the stairs.

Panicked, you quickly grabbed his inner elbow as firmly as you could, feeling the muscles in his bicep tense.

“Maekar, wait,” you said, causing him to freeze

“He’s just a confused kid. I know he didn’t mean it.” You started before he cut you off.

“No, he needs to apologize. No one is allowed to talk with you in that manner, especially not my children,” He clipped, jaw tensed.

“If you insist on talking to him, please wait til the morning. He’s barely been asleep for half an hour.” You pleaded, hand still wrapped around his arm, “Nothing constructive will happen tonight. He was stewing all day over his assumption that I was leaving. Yelling at him isn’t going to change his behavior; if anything, it’ll make it worse.”

Maekar paused. He took a deep breath before turning back to you. You dropped your hands to your sides as his intense violet eyes found yours.

“I know my days here are numbered, but I’m not going to drop the structure I’ve provided for your family overnight,” you said, gaze unwavering, “They’ve been through too much already. If you are to continue with the plan to dissolve my position and hire a tutor, then I want to give them a steady transition they can ease into.”

You held your ground as he stared you down. Unlike normal, you did not waver or attempt to ease out of the uncomfortable conversation. Before you could say anything else, you felt yourself pinned to the counter, Maekar’s lips pressed against yours in a fierce kiss. He took advantage and slipped his tongue into your mouth when you let out a gasp. Your eyes fluttered shut as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but whine as he dominated you, exploring your mouth in a messy fever. His hands braced against the counter on either side of you, his pelvis pressed firmly against your stomach. You felt a spark in your core when his cock twitched against you, beginning to harden. Another whine pulled from your throat as he eased back and pulled away from the kiss.

“Sunny, I-” he started before you fisted his shirt and pulled him back down into a kiss. He groaned in response, hands moving to grip your hip and waist while yours interlaced behind his neck. His grip turned to steel to keep you from needily grinding up against his forming bulge. You panted lightly as he pulled back, tipping his forehead against yours.

“We should stop,” Maekar gruffed.

“Mhm,” you hummed in response, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“This is completely inappropriate. I’m your employer-” he paused again, at the sight of you pouting your lips. He swallowed before trying again.

“I won’t take advantage of you,” he continued firmly,

“What if I want you to?” you asked, before taking on a “please.”

“Gods,” he groaned, as you watched his resolve weaken in real time. This time, when you kissed, it was less frantic, but no less intense. Your fingers threaded with the hair at the nape of his neck, whining lightly as he dominated the kiss. You gasped as he pulled back and began to press open-mouth kisses along your jawline, making his way towards your ear.

“Sunny,” he started, hard body still pinning you against the counter. “Are you positive you want to do this? Once we start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“Promise?” you asked teasingly, gasping as he nipped at your neck. He pulled back again, his intense gaze sizing you up.

“Keep that attitude up at your own risk,” he quipped, “I have no reservations about taking a brat like you over my knee.”

You bit your lip in response, thigh twitching as you attempted and failed to rub them together. Maekar’s passive strength was strong enough to render you immobile.

“We will be going to my bedroom,” he started, “What is your safe word?”

“Red,” You answered,

“Good girl,” he praised. You could feel your face burn under his attention. You made a silent climb up the stairs, Maekar barely a step behind you. Thankfully, his room was the farthest from the children’s. As soon as the door was shut, he was on you. Once again, your lips met in a searing kiss as he eased you out of your button-down top. You whined as he worked you out of your jeans. You aided him by kicking them off as he unfastened your bra, leaving you in your underwear, pressed between the door and his fully clothed body. You couldn’t help but cry out as he roughly shoved his thigh between your parted thighs; your clit harshly being dragged against the stiff texture of his pressed suit.

“Fuck,” you moaned as you pressed yourself down on his thigh and began to ride it.

“That’s it, love,” he encouraged with a groan.

“Maekar,” you moaned

“Try again,” he husked in your ear,

“D-Daddy,” you whined, face aflame. Tears stinging your eyes from the rough treatment of your clit. You could already feel your brain begin to lose focus.

“Fuck me,” he groaned in response, one hand braced next to your head against the door, the other palming himself through his slacks. After a moment, he stilled your hips.

“Get on the bed, on your back, arms stretched towards the headboard.” He ordered.

You nodded dumbly, following his directions as your brain only gets more foggy. You watch with bated breath as he slowly loosens his belt and slides it out before securing your wrist to the headboard. Your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth as you watched him lose his own shirt and work his pants and underwear off in one fluid motion.

Fuck

Your eyes unintentionally widened as you took in his size. Gods, he wasn’t even fully hard yet. While he wasn’t obscenely long, he was thick in a way that caused you to clench around nothing.

“Darling?” he asked, in an amused tone as he cupped your face and brought your attention back from his cock. Your face felt hot with embarrassment. “We will get to that, but first, Daddy needs to get you ready. Is that alright, love?”

“mhm,” you hummed as he straddled your hips, his hot cock sandwiched between you as he braced an arm next to your head, the other cupping your face.

“Words, darling.” He lightly chastised as he thumbed your cheek.

“Y-yes,” you barely managed to get out.

“Good girl,” he praised against your lips, pecking them before softly peppering kisses across your jaw and down your neck. Only stopping when his beard grazed the sweet spot on your neck. He paused, turning his full attention to nipping and sucking on that spot, while you could only let out pathetic whimpers and whines. Gods, how you wished you could thread your fingers through his hair and guide him to where you needed him most.

A satisfied smirk graced his lips as he pulled back and admired his work. He groaned as he sat back and admired your chest.

“Fuck me,” He sighed, cupping your breasts and softly thumbing over both your hardened nipples, “Gods, you’re lovelier than I could have imagined.”

“Daddy,” you let out a desperate whine, as he pinched your nipples, earning a soft chuckle from the man above you.

“Yes, love?” he asked,

“Please,” you border on begging,

“Please, what?” he teased,

“Ngn,” you let out a desperate whine, as you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

“Come now,” he teased lightly, cupping your face to regain your attention, “I haven’t even fucked you yet, and you’re this desperate?”

“Daddy,” you whined, face still hot under the intensity of his violet gaze.

“Yes?” he smirked down at you,

“Please, fuck me,” you begged,

“Oh, I intend to love, but I’m not one of those boys you’ve had flings with. You deserve better. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let daddy get back to it?” he asked, “or would you like to be taught a lesson in restraint?”

“I’ll be good,” you answered quickly,

“Good,” he said in an arrogant tone that would normally annoy you, but now had the opposite effect of driving you up a wall in need. You moaned as his lips found your nipple, while his hand tweaked the other. He took his time with you, learning your body, before trailing down your stomach.

“Wait,” you tensed as he gripped the hem of your underwear.

“Yes?” he asked, freezing,

“Um, I haven’t- it’s just that,” you took a breath, “I didn’t know this was happening, so I haven’t, um.”

“Darling, I don’t care if you’re bare or not,” Maekar responded in a softer tone than normal.

“You don’t?” you asked,

“No love, I’m much more interested in the fact that you’ve already soaked through your pants.” He replied, stroking your core through your ruined underwear. You mewl in response, desperately pressing up against his fingers.

“Fuck, please, Daddy,” you moaned, as he eased you out of your panties, only to throw them away as he locked in on your now exposed core.

“Gods,” he sighed, leaning down. He let out a guttural groan at your taste. You could only moan as he lapped at your entrance and lightly petted your clit. Once you were relaxed, he switched up his position to suck your clit into his mouth as he thrusted two fingers into your heat. His free forearm pressed your hips down as you arched into his touch.

“Fuck, Daddy, please-ngn, I’m so close,” you panted, only spurring him on as he groaned into your cunt. The last straw was his tongue flicking against your clit while he continued to suck on it. You gushed around his finger and came with a groan,

“That’s it, love,” he started, talking you through it, “Such a good fucking girl cumming around Daddy’s fingers.”

He continued to finger you until you went limp against his pillows. You panted as you came down, insides involuntarily clenching at the sight of Maekar. The once put together businessman was a mess with your slick on his lower face, hair disheveled, with a dark look in his eye. He leaned back and knelt in front of you, sitting back on his calves as he shamelessly started to stroke himself with his slick covered hand.

“Please, Daddy,” you begged, eyeing his cock,

“Darling, unless you have a condom, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said as his breathing heavied with restraint.

“I have the implant,” you whined, “Please, Daddy, I’m clean, I just want to feel you.”

He panted, tipping his head back as he continued to jerk himself off. He sighed after a moment before tilting his face back down.

“This is the only time I’ll come in you, in the future we will be using a minimum of two contraceptives, is that understood?” he laid out firmly.

“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded desperately. He hissed as you whined at the feeling of his head breached your opening. He trusted slowly, easing the sting of the stretch by playing with your clit.

“Gods, that’s it,” he encouraged, through a moan. He shifted into missionary when his pelvis finally came flush with yours.

“Good girl,” he praised, sitting still as you adjusted.

“Daddy,” you whined,

“Yes, Darling?” he asked, straining to hold himself back as you gripped him like a vice.

“Please move, I can take it,” you begged.

He pulled you in for another desperate kiss instead of answering. His slow-paced start quickened as your legs wrapped around him, urging him to go deeper. Your hips desperately tried to keep up as he started to pound into you with a force you had only fantasized about. He kept his mouth on yours in sloppy kisses to muffle the sounds of your moans. Before you could even register it, another orgasm snapped through you, causing you to clamp down hard on Maekar. He went rigid as he came seconds later, inside your pulsing pussy, groaning into your shoulder as you milked his cock. You held onto each other desperately as he came down from his high, whining as he eased himself out and to the side to avoid crushing you. He wordlessly unbound your wrist, checking for bruising. When he was satisfied, he lightly kissed them before easing them down.

“How are you?” he asked, softly stroking your face, forcing your eyes to open against your feeling of fatigue.

“Good,” you answered faintly, already gone. He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you fell asleep in his arms. Only after making sure you were fully asleep did he move to clean you up and set an earlier alarm for a guaranteed quiet moment tomorrow morning. His smile never left his face.

A/N:

Thank you for taking the time to read 💛 Hoping to update soon as I'll be home free from college for the summer in less than a week ^_^

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Might be posting something tonight cuz I didn't realize how much caffeine is in a Celsius lol

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Hi (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

So what are your hc how AKOTSK men deal with jealousy?

I'm so sorry this was in my inbox for so long 😭

5 Jealous Targaryens and 1 Baratheon for Good Luck

Baelor

I kinda head canon that in the moment he appears fine, at least to others. But you can tell immediately, his microexpressions give it away. The crease in his brow, the purposeful unclenching of his jaw, and the rolling of his shoulders to loosen his posture. The rational part of him knew the Ser who helped you dismount your horse wasn't trying to make a pass at you; the gentle cupping of your waist was merely meant to steady you when your footing gave way. He knew that, and yet he couldn't help but feel outrage bubbling under the surface. You were his partner, and as far as he was concerned, he was to be the only one to touch you. What made it worse was your immediate empathy, softly squeezing his hand and silently asking if he was okay. Your face warmed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave back a reassuring squeeze. You weren't used to this level of PDA, let alone him pressing you against the stone wall of the castle's lower hallways as soon as you were alone. No, you were certainly not expecting him to sandwich his thigh between yours and pull you into a bruising kiss. Or for him to lower himself down onto his knees, like he was praying in the sept, and get you off right then and there like only he could. No, the hand of the king could never do anything that reckless.

Maekar

Maekar does not appear fine, and it is everyone's business lol. He was immediately prickly at the sight of a young lord asking you to dance. When he saw the same lord's hands begin to wander, he went nuclear. He didn't care if he made a scene as he wove through the dance floor and grabbed you while simultaneously cursing out the man who dared to touch HIS partner. He kept a firm grip on you until you were back in the privacy of your own bedchambers. Before he could go into a rant, his anger immediately simmers out when he catches the distraught look on your face. You were trying so hard to keep it together and bottle up how uncomfortable you were, but a few stray tears escaped. His face softened as he gently cupped your face and kissed away your tears apologetically, even adding a few more exaggerated kisses before softly pecking your lips. You laugh through your tears, enjoying the playful side of your husband that few non-Targaryens have had the honor to see. He then pulled you in, wrapping his arms tightly around, while resting his chin on the crown of your head, and gently swaying you. You loved this side of him.

Lyonel

I feel like with Lyonel's self-assuredness, he doesn't get jealous over anyone making a pass at you. I think he honestly relishes it and will agree that you're such a catch and gloat that you settled for him. I feel like he'd be more jealous of someone taking your focus away from him, no matter how innocent the intent is. Lyonel, underneath all of his vibrato, is a man who needs your reassurance and cherishes your love and attention. That being said, I think if he were to genuinely get jealous, it would be the biggest spectacle. Gods, you can hear Lyonel's displeasure before you even see him. To the extent that his loud voice echoes around the room, like he's in the walls. You love your partner, but with his gifted vocabulary, status, and volume, any time you need to reel him back in is equivalent to calming a toddler's temper tantrum. Honestly, sometimes you don't have enough energy and let the interaction run its course on whatever poor bastard made the mistake of crossing the laughing storm.

Valarr

Valarr is similar to his father in a way. He's able to mask his displeasure at the sight of the ladies and lords of the court alike flocking around you, but that does nothing to quell his jealousy building under the surface. He knew you were a catch and new to the courts of the red keep, but you were his partner. When you're finally able to break away for lunch, you can immediately tell something's off. He doesn't feel present when you're talking, and he's barely contributing to the conversation outside of nodding his head and a few sparing words. When he excuses himself back to his bedchambers, you follow worried he's ill. You immediately lose your concern when he presses you up against the closed inside of his chamber's doors and pulls you in for a heated kiss. While unsure of where this was coming from, you didn't question it. You loved your soft and caring partner, but you equally loved it when he lost control and was desperate for you. You could only stand there and take it as his lips skated down your neck and began to nip and suck hickeys above your collar. Your whines only spurred him on as he ground his pelvis down on yours, pulling deep moans from your throat. By the time he's satisfied and takes you to bed, it looks like you were on the losing side of a fight with an octopus. Not that you'd ever complain, though 😉

Daeron

Your relation to Daeron is fluid and does not subscribe to a traditional relationship. You agreed and were both happy with an open relationship built on transparency; at least you thought you were. That was until one night, Daeron had one too many and needed your help back to his chambers. While putting him to bed, the prince drunkenly confessed how insecure he was when you'd bed another man, worried you'd grow sick of him and replace him. You shushed his tears and assured him you weren't mad or unhappy with him. You opt to stay the night with your dreamer to make sure he is okay and geared up for a serious conversation with a hungover Daeron.

Aerion

Once again, we have another son who learned from his father (for better or worse lol). When Aerion sees anyone get too friendly with you, he immediately clocks it as a threat. It doesn't matter if he lashes out physically or verbally (or both), he's hammering across the fact that your HIS partner and no one is allowed to have what's his. Gods forbid someone touches you or does something that would warrant an excuse for his behavior. His already short fuse gets clipped in half, and he doesn't care about anyone catching a stray. You're the only one who can calm him down after incidents like that. Between a soft, but firm, squeeze of his hand or distracting him long enough for the perpetrator to get away, you were the only one who could wrangle the hot-headed prince.

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Good luck, Babe!

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The Crimson Glow: Chapter 7

A/N: Hey ~ Sorry, it's been so long 😅 school and personal stuff have had my hands tied for a hot minute. It didn't help that this chapter is like just smut, so I couldn't write it like my other fics while I'm at my campus's library. Anyway, without further ado, here's like 3,078 words of smut with a touch of aftercare ^_^

!!!MDNI!!!

CW: Dom Jack, sub borderline bratty reader, switch Robby, fingering, Daddy/Sir Kink, Jack's in charge, shower sex, oral, finger sucking, hair pulling, Jack has a firm hand, dry humping, titty fucking, jerking off, they're all desperate for each other, naked reader, clothed men, aftercare.

WC: 3,078

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin , @silas-aeiou , @mischiefsemimanaged , @wolfbc97 , @pocket-of-possibilities , @midnight-dixon , @qardasngan , @chaostwinsofdestruction , @thedamnqueenofhell , @li22ie2017 , @sabi127 , @starrymactavish , @sammy8156 , @aoi-targaryen , @letstryagaintomorrow , @dream-turquoise , @rosinakipping

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You jolted awake at the sound of your apartment door shutting. If that wasn’t disorienting enough, the sudden brightness of your overhead lights definitely was. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you fully sat up on your couch, your blanket falling off of you in the process.

“Hey, sleepy head,” Michael greeted with a smile, toeing out of his shoes at your door; he was already changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Hey,” you reply sheepishly, clicking off your TV, “How was work?”

“Good, though I’m more interested in how your day was.” He replied, crossing the room to sit in the armchair, facing you, “Any brain fog, or issues focusing?”

“No,” you shook your head, “Just mind-numbingly slow, I didn’t have any clients today, just finished up some digital training, and was walked through the process of signing out digital and more traditional mediums. I think my supervisor still feels bad about the whole situation, but she promised I’ll be in sessions tomorrow. I have three patients in peds and one teenager in inpatient rehabilitation. Since I was able to go over all my patient files today, I will hopefully just have to sign out mediums tomorrow and be able to hit the ground running.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing, the last thing you want to do is-” Michael started, before you cut him off,

“Overexert myself?” you finished, “Mikey, it’s been two weeks, I’m fine, I promise.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve been saying you're fine since it happened.” He gently reminded you, “The last thing Jack or I want is you accidentally hurting yourself.”

“I know, but I really am fine, we’ve just been moving frustratingly slow.” You sighed, “I mean, the first proper kiss I had with either of you was today. And it didn’t go anywhere because of how drained Jack was.”

“Honey, kissing’s fine, but we don’t want to get lost in it and accidentally push you too far. You still should be avoiding overly strenuous activity.” Michael replied gently, “Even if we started to kiss now, we’re steps from your bedroom. You can see how fast that could escalate, can’t you?”

“I guess, it’s just not fair.” You said, “You guys can do whatever you want, and I’m stuck outside of it.”

“Love, we haven’t been unaffected. I mean fuck, I’ve taken more cold showers in the past two weeks than I have in my entire life. How am I supposed to not get hard when I wake up with you wrapped up in my arms?”

“Could we just kiss? Please?” you asked, looking up at him desperately. You see him actively making his decision as his face shifts with each emotion.

“Okay,” he finally relents, “but we’re just kissing,”

He couldn’t help but smile as your face perked up. You shifted to sitting on your lower legs as Robby sat down next to you, shifting your blanket to reveal a black ribbed bralette and soft sleep shorts.

“God, you’re killing me, sweetheart,” he groaned, taking in your outfit.

“Mhm, now you know how I feel,” you hummed, pressing up on your calves to pull him in for a kiss. What started out as sweet and gentle quickly devolved into desperation on both your parts. You pressed up higher to be as close as possible while Michael slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your little moans and whimpers went straight to his cock. His large hands bracketed your waist as you straddled him. His hands began to wander down to your hips as you pressed deeper into the kiss. You hesitantly rolled your hips as you tested Robby’s restraint. The second you clothed core made contact with his, there was no going back. Your arms wrapped around his neck, as he kneaded your ass while encouraging your gentle rocks as he thrusted up against you. A groan keened deep in your throat as he hardened with each swipe of your cores. You were too lost in each other to process the opening and closing of your apartment door or the glow of your strings deepening in color.

“Having fun?” Jack asked, making you both pull back, while you jumped out of your skin. You softly panted, forehead resting on Michael’s shoulder.

“What happened to taking it slow?” Jack asked from behind you.

“She was very convincing,” Robby responded, still shamelessly palming your ass.

“Yeah, like you don’t have the willpower of a kid in a candy shop,” Jack sighed, “Trouble, what did you say to get into this position?”

“I asked for a kiss,” you admitted shyly, looking over your shoulder at Jack,

“A single kiss,” Jack clarified,

“Yeah,” you nodded, biting your lip to contain your mischievous smile.

“God, you really are weak, Robinavitch.” Jack sighed in a disappointed tone.

“Like, you could do better,” Robby scoffed.

“She literally bathed me this morning,” Jack deadpanned,

“You also said you would have cum immediately if you weren’t too tired to get it up,” Robby snarked back,

A steely silence enveloped the room as the two men looked at each other fiercely, neither willing to look away first. That was until a pitiful whine escaped you, as Robby’s inadvertent hard grip on you caused all your movement to stop. You heard the creak of Jack’s prosthetic as he walked up behind you, frustrated tears blooming in the corner of your eyes.

“You okay, Sunny?” Jack asked softly.  

“I need to cum,” you sniffled, “I know you don’t want to hurt me, but I need it, so fucking bad.”

“Baby,” Jack attempts, before you cut him off.

“No, it’s not fair,” you whined, “You both can take care of yourselves and each other whenever you want. I haven’t even been able to touch myself without one of you stopping me because I might overexert myself, and you're always around.”

Another moment of silence passed before Robby’s hands shifted, and he manhandled you to be sitting with your back to his chest, Jack now kneeling in front of you.

“Sorry, Sunny,” he said, kissing your inner thigh, “Never meant to neglect you, sweet girl.”

“Is it okay if we get rid of these?” Robby asked, thumbing at your sleep shorts,

“Please,” you border on begging, eyes locked on Jack’s. You lifted your hips up as Jack fisted the soft material of your shorts and pulled them down with your underwear in one go.

“Fuck,” he groaned, tossing your clothing to the side, eyes locked on your core. You didn’t even have time to feel self-conscious as Robby hooked your legs on the outside of his own, leaving you fully on display.

“Jack, please,” you begged,

“God,” he groaned in response as he gently parted your lower lips and caught sight of your engorged clit.

“So, fucking pretty,” he said to Robby, “She’s soaked,”

“Yeah?” Robby asked,

“Yeah, Fuck.” Jack groaned,

“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart,” Jack apologized as he gently traced your entrance with the tips of his fingers, before easing up to circle your clit. You couldn’t help but jerk and let out a cry as he lowered his lips to your clit and flattened his tongue against it.

“Fuck, fuck, Jack, please,” you whined, as he gently thrusted a finger into your heat. You were so wound up you doubted you’d be able to last. Between the stretch of his now two fingers in you, the scratch of his stubble, and his attention on your clit, it was over before it started.

“Fuck, can I? Can I please cum?!” you moaned loudly, too far to care if anyone would overhear.

“Go ahead, baby,” Robby encouraged, “Give it to Sir.”

That’s all the permission you needed to crumble in Jack’s hands.

“Fuck, Sir, please! Fuck so good,” you moaned, squeezing Jack’s fingers hard as his long, thick fingers easily filled you up, his teeth nipping at your clit. Robby had to strengthen his grip on your thighs to keep you from locking around Jack’s head to keep him flush against your pussy. Jack fingered you through it, only easing his fingers out as you feel lax against Robby. You could only whine as you watched Robby grab Jack’s hand and clean your release off his fingers. It wasn’t just a quick lick, no, Robby was thorough. He licked Jack’s fingers into his mouth and sucked hard.

“Fuck,” Jack cursed, as you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together.

“God,” Robby groaned, releasing Jack’s fingers, “I need a taste now,”

“You okay on your knees?” Jack asked, looking up at Michael.

“But, I wanna make you cum too,” you interrupted with a whine, “Please, Daddy,” you said, looking up at Robby over your shoulder.

“Fuck, baby-” he started, before Jack cut him off.

“Trouble, you’re still healing. You really shouldn’t be doing anything that will jostle your head.”

“What if I wasn’t being jostled?” you asked, looking down at Jack.

“You want to jerk him off?” Jack asked,

“Sorta,” you started, hesitantly, “I was thinking he could fuck my chest.”

“Jesus,” Robby groaned, “How long have you been thinking about that?”  

“Long,” you admitted, too horny to be bashful, “You’d be horny too if you were trapped on house arrest and not able to touch your soulmates.”

“I guess you can try,” Jack gruffed, “but if I see any head jostling or anything I don’t like, you’re stopping.”

“You’re saying that like I don’t want you to watch,” you teased as you slid off Robby’s lap down to your knees next to Jack,

“Trouble,” Jack warned,

“Just teasing, Sir,” you said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His stern look cracked, momentarily, as he fought a smile.

“Can I?” you asked, looking between Jack and Michael’s bulge,

“Go ahead,” he responded reluctantly. You smiled, pecking his lips before shedding your bralette, while Jack helped Robby out of his sweats.

“Fuck,” you cursed, taking in Robby’s unobstructed cock for the first time. Sure, you had felt it against you most mornings before he peeled himself off you for work, but it was still bigger than you expected.

“Still good?” Jack teased as Michael blushed in response.

“Yeah,” you nodded, your own face heating up. You shuffled forward between Robby’s open thighs as Jack crowded you in from his position behind you.

“Is this okay?” you asked, looking up at Robby as you warmed up your hands before lightly grasping his base.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Yeah, baby, I’m good if anything happens that I don’t like, I’ll say code, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you smiled up at him as his blush spread up to his ears. You tightened your grip a bit before licking the head of his cock and letting your drool stream down to wet the rest of his member.

“God,” Robby groaned, “Fuck, her hands are so soft, Jack.”

“Yeah, just wait til you feel her pussy,” Jack commented, smirk clear in his voice. You tested your limits by taking Robby down an inch past his head, only to have Jack’s hand firmly grip your hair and ease your mouth off him embarrassingly slow to let you sit in your decision.

“What, was that?” Jack husked in your ear, not loosening his grip.

“Just trying to-Fuck” you cursed as Jack tightened his grip.

“What, was that?” he asked again, tone clipped.

“I was just trying to get Daddy wet,” you replied.

“You can do that without bobbing your head.” Jack stated.

“He’s too big, it’s taking so long,” you whined.

“It’ll take even longer for him to cum in your mouth if you keep whining like a brat.” Jack said, “Unless you want to stop?” he said in a faux light tone, like he was genuinely asking.

“It’d go a lot faster if you help,” you quipped over your shoulder.

“Oh? You want me to help get Daddy wet?” he asked, stroking your slit.

“Yea-Oh!” you moaned as Jack slipped two fingers back inside you and curled them against your front wall as he pulled out torturously slow. Your face felt like it was on fire as you watched Jack spread your slick around the base of Robby’s cock, before going back for more.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Jack taunted, “Thought you were in a rush?”  

You couldn’t help but whine around the head of Robby’s cock as Jack started to slowly jerk the base of Robby’s cock; your fist bumping in the middle.

“Think Daddy’s wet enough, Trouble?” Jack husked in your ear as he released Robby’s cock before wrapping his hand around yours to guide it up and down his length.

“Yeah,” you whined, clenching around nothing as Robby pulsed in your hand.

“Learn forward,” Jack ordered. You nodded dumbly as your brain started to shut off and feel fuzzy under his direction.

“Good girl,” he said, cupping your breasts around Robby’s cock.

“Oh, fuck me,” Michael groaned above you.

“Be a good girl and stick out your tongue for Daddy,” Jack ordered,

“Yes, sir,” you responded with no fight. Robby moaned as he experimentally thrust upward through your tits, tip just breaching your lips.

“Fuck, perfect,” Jack praised, “now be a good girl and let Daddy use you.”

You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together. You didn’t know what was getting you wetter, the squelching of Robby thrusting up between your tits or how vocal he was getting the closer to his release.

“Holy-Oh fuck, fuck me, she’s so soft, Jackie, and her mouth’s so fucking hot.” Robby moaned, gasping as Jack pressed your tits closer together.

“Yeah?” Jack asked with a smirk, “Gonna cum? Gonna cum all over our baby girl’s face? Or do you want her to swallow it?”

“Fuck,” Robby gasped, “Want it-FUCK-want it in her, fuck want her to suck me dry.”

“Think you can manage trouble?” Jack said, looping you back into the conversation. You nodded your head lightly, moving so slightly that only someone focused on you could clock it, like Jack, whose gaze had never left your face.

“Go ahead, baby,” he encouraged Robby, grinding his own hard on against your back.

“Fuck, baby- huh, Fuck gonna cum, gonna cum sweetheart,” he said, warning punched out of his chest seconds before he came. All you could do was whine as Robby flooded your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your mouth, just shy of your throat, as his hips stuttered. You fell back into Jack’s sturdy form as you swallowed the last bit of cum and pulled off of Robby’s spent cock.

“You good, baby?” Jack asked softly, wiping away a bit of cum that had leaked out of the corners of your mouth with a gentle touch.

“Mhm,” you hummed, out of it to the extent you could only focus on your own desperate need for release.

“Baby,” Jack said firmly, “Gotta tell me with words.”

“I’m,” you paused, taking a breath, “I’m okay, Jackie,”

“Good,” he smiled down at you, pecking your forehead over the scar. You smiled up at him, leaning your full weight back on him.

“You okay, Mikey?” you asked, looking up at Robby.

“Yeah, I’m good, sweetheart,” he smiled down at you as he tucked himself back into his pants; his face still beet red.

“Why don’t we get you dressed and shower over at ours?” Jack offered,

“Can we cuddle after?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at Jack.

“Of course, love,” Jack said, before pulling you in for a quick kiss. He patiently waited for you and Robby to move after helping you back into your shorts and bralette. With a thankfully empty hallway, you all made the quick trip back to their apartment. Michael grabbed your hand and gently guided you back to their larger bathroom, fit with a shower that had a built-in bench. You smiled as Michael switched on the shower to adjust the water temperature, while you came mostly back into your body.

“This feel okay, love?” He asked, stepping aside so you could feel the warm water.

“Yeah,” you smiled up at him, as Jack walked in, in his arm-crutches. You pulled him for a kiss as you worked at his drawstring and dropped both his boxer briefs in one fell swoop. While you were busy, Robby came up behind you and helped you strip your own bottoms. You pulled away from the kiss, unrushed, sharing a smile with Jack as you both lost your tops.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet,” Robby groaned,

“Still feeling needy?” Jack teased lightly as your face heated up again.

“A little,” you confessed shyly, not wanting to be too demanding.

“Why don’t you take care of our girl?” he suggested to Robby, as he started to strip.

“What about you?” you asked Jack as he transitioned into the shower.

“I’ll be fine, baby,” Jack replied with a smile. You entered the shower and kissed him as Robby slid in behind you.

“This okay, love?” he asked, shifting you so your back was to the wall, below the head of the shower, facing Jack.

“Yeah,” you nodded, breath hitching at the sight of Robby lowering himself to his knees before you while Jack gripped his cock, eyes never leaving you. You bit your lip as Robby nudged your thighs apart, glancing up for one last confirmation before diving in. You nodded reassuringly as he immediately slipped two fingers in, tongue toying with your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned as Jack locked eyes with you his own pace matching Robby’s fingers.

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you moaned unabashedly, aware that your empty apartment was on the other side of the shared wall. You could only moan and whine as Robby quickly built up your orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” Jack encouraged, “Taking his finger so well, God-fuck, God can’t wait to see you stretched out on his cock.”  A blush stained his own face now as he sped up in time with Robby’s pace. It was so much too fast, your orgasm bordered on painful as the tension in your stomach snapped. You rode out your orgasm on Robby’s face, eyes never leaving Jack’s. He moaned your name, quickly cumming all over his lower stomach. You and your soulmates basked in silence for a moment as you all calmed down. You lazily washed up and finished each of your nighttime routines in tandem, before piling into bed. A talk about boundaries and limits was needed, but that could wait til the morning.

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A/N: Hope this was okay 🫶 , even though there was like no plot lol. Not sure when the next update will be out, but definitely not done with these three 💛

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Girls who are gonna be ok <3

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The Set Up

(A Modern Daeron x Reader Smut One-Shot)

Summary: A forced date between you and your best friend's cousin to ensure an alliance takes a turn in the best possible way. (They Match Each Other's Freak)

!!!MDNI!!!

Warnings: Smut, Dacryphilia, Pegging, Kissing, Dry Humping, Mention of Mental Disorders (Schizophrenia, Contamination OCD, Drinking, Drug Use), Switch Fem!Reader, Switch (Mainly Subby) Daeron, Mentions of Violence, Unrealistic Anal Prep, Reader Is Prepared, Fingering, Little To No Aftercare, PLZ Let Me Know If I Missed Anything

WC: 4,690

“You should be getting ready,” Valarr’s said, leaning against the door of your bedroom.

“In a minute,” you said, not looking up from your computer screen. While it was a Saturday, you were doing some maintenance on your company’s, or rather your family’s company’s, server. Your family ran a well-known cybersecurity company that catered to the general public up to the top one percent. Your name recognition was on par with the Targaryens, and they were old-money rich. Their law firm had been around for forever, and it showed. You were third in line for the CEO position in your family’s company, behind your father and elder brother. As the future COO of your company, your work was never done. You were so engrossed in your project that you didn’t notice Valarr had moved until he spoke directly to your right.

“Back up your work and get up,” he said firmly. You huffed in response but begrudgingly followed his order because you both knew he was right. A car would be picking you up within the hour, and you were still in lounge clothing.

“This is a waste of time, and you know it,” you said, closing your laptop and getting up. Valarr trailed behind you as you returned your laptop to your home office and locked the door.

“It’s one date,” he said, “All you have to do is spend the night with him and confirm to our families that it’s not a match.”

“It’s fucking stupid, is what it is,” you sighed, “Why must our families be allied by marriage? We’ve known each other since pre-school. I won’t let anything happen to your family’s firm the same way I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to mine.”

“It could have been Aerion,” Valarr commented, taking a seat on your bed as you go through your closet pulling out a simple, but flattering black dress with matching heels.

“Your uncle’s too aware to have let it be Aerion. I’d end him before appetizers would be served.” You replied. Valarr hummed in acknowledgment as you stepped behind your room divider and began to get dressed. Despite being a bar-certified lawyer and a Columbia alum, he knew better than to argue with you.

“Daeron isn’t so bad,” he attempted to comfort.

“I haven’t seen him sober since we were children,” you huffed, stepping around your room divider with your back to Valarr so he could get your zipper.

“He’s turned over a new leaf, and it’s just one date.” Valarr said again, zipping you up, “Then you can come home and vent to Kiera and me while you beat me at Mario Kart.”

“With ice cream?” you asked,

“Is that even a question?” he laughed, “Kiera has had our home stocked with sweets in preparation.”

“Alright,” you sighed, walking into your ensuite to apply your five-minute makeup routine and quickly style your hair. If you weren’t going on this date against your will, you would have put in actual effort, but based on Daeron’s reputation and your own experience with him, it only garnered the bare minimum. You, at one point, knew him well through being Valarr’s childhood best friend. But it had been years since you’d talked in person, the last time you could distinguish any memory from him was him getting too sloshed at a New Year’s Eve party in high school and vomiting into a potted plant. What you’ve passively seen in the tabloid over the years consists of flings of models and actresses with no real direction in life.

“Good enough?” you asked, doing a small twirl for Valarr.

“Good enough,” he nodded in approval, “I know this isn’t your idea of a fun Saturday night, but please don’t take it out on him. I can assure you he’s equally excited.”

“I’m a fucking delight,” you scoffed jokingly,

“You’re an acquired taste at best.” He responded deadpan, earning him a real scoff as you smack his chest with your matching clutch.

“Fine, I won’t like actively try to make him cry or anything.” You sighed,

“Thank you,” Valarr said, relieved. Before you could say anything else, you got a push notification on your phone that your car was here.

“Any other sage wisdom before I go?” you asked as you both made your way to the door.

“Try to have fun?” he offered as you locked your door.

“Don’t kill him,” he amended at the deadpan look you gave him.

“Better,” you hummed, as you both made your way to the elevator.

“He really has turned over a new leaf; he’s been sober for over a year now,” Valarr said.

“Is that confirmed or…” You trailed off, looking up at Valarr.

“He got sober last year after our grandfather threatened to cut him out of his will.” He expanded.

“So, he’s like actually sober?” you clarified,

“He has a weekly drug test with our family doctor, and they’ve all been clean,” Valarr confirmed,

“Okay, but like hasn’t your grandfather threatened that since he started drinking in high school?” you asked,

“He had some other motivations,” Valarr responded vaguely,

“Which are?” you asked, getting out of the elevator at the ground floor, exiting into the lobby.

“I don’t feel right telling you,” he confessed, “They’re Daemon’s truth to tell.”

“Okay?” you responded, “Well, on that incredibly perplexing note, I guess I’m off.”

“Be safe” is the last thing Valarr said before you left the lobby and ducked into the awaiting car to avoid the rain. The chauffeur closed the door behind you before circling back to his driver's seat. You absent-mindedly scrolled through TikTok until your short drive to the restaurant was up. You entered through a side door and headed straight for the private dining room, away from the public dining area and back of house. You could make the walk with your eyes closed, as this restaurant was a favorite of your family.

You were shocked as you rounded the corner into the private area to not only find that he had already arrived, but was also holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. His look confirmed his sobriety; instead of the frumpy boy you remembered, who always looked sickly pale, a put-together man stood before you. His skin tone was even, his hair had been freshly washed and pulled back into a low bun with a few framing pieces around his face. He was wearing charcoal grey dress pants, with a matching blazer and a dark maroon sweater underneath. Fuck, it pained you to admit it, but he had definitely inherited the Targaryen beauty.

“Daeron,” you greeted with a small smile and a gentle nod. He shared your smile as he stood up and said your name upon your arrival. You both shared a brief moment of silence before he spoke again,

“You certainly grew up,” he said, failing to hide his shock at your appearance.

“I could say the same to you,” you replied with a light, teasing tone.

“That’s valid,” he nodded, with a slight blush to his cheeks under your gaze.

“Those for me?” you asked, breaking the tension building between you.

“Erm-yes,” he nodded, closing the distance between you. You couldn’t help but smile down at the purple hydrangeas, held together by a silver bow.

“They’re lovely,” you smiled up at him, as his blush only deepened under your attention.

“I’d ask how you’d know they’re my favorite, but I’m assuming it was-” you started, before he cut you off,

“Valarr,” he confirmed, “He didn’t respond in time to tell me what color you prefer, so I went with your house’s colors.”

“It was a good guess, I’ve always loved purple,” you said, looking up into his violet eyes.

“I’m glad, erm,” he cleared his throat, “would you like to sit?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, this time doing a better job of hiding your shock as he pulled out your chair for you and pushed you in. Before you could say anything else, an older server appeared.

“Can I get you started with something to drink?” he asked after introducing himself,

“I’ll just take sparkling water,” Daeron ordered,

“I’ll have the virgin rosemary-ginger mule, please,” you added,

“Of course, and is there any addition or substitutions you would like to add to the set menu?” he asked,

“No,” you said after Daeron shook his head,

“Right, I’ll have those and your appetizer out as they are ready,” the server smiled, before leaving.

“You can have alcohol if you’d like,” Daeron said once the server was out of sight.

“Nah,” you smiled at him, “Honestly, I’m not really a big drinker,”

“Alright, but just to clarify, you having a drink won’t make me relapse,” he said,

“I know, and for the record, if you were to relapse after I had a drink that’s your own prerogative, I wouldn’t feel like it was my fault,” you responded. He smiled at that.

“Do you have experience with recovery?” he asked,

“Not personally, but I do have a few friends who are sober,” you answered,

“It shows,” he said with a light smile, “Everyone in my family, outside Aegon and Aerion, still walks on eggshells around me whenever alcohol or drugs come up; it's refreshing to talk to someone who treats me normally.”

“Everyone has their own shit,” you shrugged, “It’s not solely V, because I definitely had experiences outside of him, but growing up with a best friend who had contamination OCD made it easier to empathize and learn the line between babying and support.”

Your conversation paused as your drink and appetizer, duck poutine, was served.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he said once you were alone again, “why did you and Valarr never end up together?”

“Me and V?” you laughed, “That was never in the cards, we make great friends, but I’ve never found myself attracted to him in that way. And I know he feels the same. I was actually the one who set him up with Kiera when he was in law school.”

“Weren’t you each other’s first kiss?” he asked, taking a bite of poutine.

“That was a special, planned circumstance,” you replied, serving yourself part of the appetizer, “Because of his condition, he was the only one in our grade who was going to leave middle school without having his first kiss. He literally watched me brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash three times before he felt okay kissing, and it was just a peck.”

“That’s oddly sweet coming from you,” Daeron commented, “From what I remember, you were rather brutish as a child.”

“I think that has more to do with Aerion and me always having some sort of beef than me being actively aggressive,” you defended yourself,

“I suppose that’s true,” he said reflectively, “The few family vacations you joined us on Aerion did always bait you.”

“Yeah, I think he always viewed me as a challenge because he knew I wouldn’t take any of his shit,” you said, “He was always on me for being a tomboy and how that made me gay.”

“I do have a clear memory of you punching him in the face hard enough that he fell backwards into a fountain fully clothed,” Daeron said,

“He deserved it,” you shrugged,

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he laughed softly, “I guess, and I don’t mean this as an insult, that’s why I was so surprised to see you dressed more feminine this evening,”

“I get it,” you replied, wiping your mouth, “We haven’t really talked since high school, and I’ve definitely mellowed out since then. While I don’t love dressing up, I will do it situationally.”

“Well, I’m honored I merited the effort,” he said, smiling at you and for the briefest moment looking at your lips before his eyes darted away. The main course being served cut your conversation short before you could call him out on it.

“So, what have you been up to since high school?” he asked,

“MIT, then working at my family’s company.” You said, “Nothing too interesting, I like to travel as much as possible. I have a trip coming up this summer where I’ll be traveling around South America with V and Kiera.”

“So, you’re third wheeling?” he asked lightly,

“Actually, Kiera and I always joke that V’s the third wheel,” you replied with a smile, “Since I was friends with her from college before introducing them, I’m often mistaken as her partner.”

“You’d make a lovely couple,” he joked,

“Wouldn’t we?” you smiled, with a teasing grin, “How about you? What have you been up to recently?”

He paused for a moment in thought, answering just before you could take your question back.

“I’ve been doing a lot better this past year,” he responded genuinely, “I’ve been sober for seventeen months now, and I am back in school to finish my finance degree from NYU.”

“That’s amazing,” you smiled at him warmly. Once again, a lovely blush painted his cheeks under your attention.

“Thank you,” he smiled back, almost bashful, “I think so too.”

“It’s really been a lot easier since I got my diagnosis,” he started, before you softly cut him off,

“You don’t have to go into detail if you don’t want to.” You said, “You don’t owe me or anyone an explanation.”

“I know,” he smiled, blush spreading, “Fuck, would I sound desperate to say, I’d like to see you again this early into the date?”

“Only if I didn’t feel the same way,” you said, feeling your own face heat up. The man sitting across from you was a full restoration of who he was before he started to drink. He was happier and had a lightness to him that you hadn’t seen since you were children.

“Right,” he said nervously, clearing his throat, “Then you deserve to know this before moving forward. I was hospitalized a year and a half ago and went through detox in a behavioral health unit. Prior to this, I had only gone through detox at drug and alcohol recovery facilities. Because of the nature of a behavioral health unit, the doctors there were finally able to diagnose me with schizophrenia.”

He paused, eyes locked on your face, a light smile ghosted his lips as he took in your supportive reaction. You were silently listening with a slightly tilted head and nodded encouragingly as he talked.

“Their best guess is that the onset was when I was 16 and started to drink to cope with my nightmares and delusions. I’m on medications now and haven’t had any episodes for over a year. It’s just, fuck, I really like you. But I understand if it’s too much.”

He had to stop himself from flinching when your warm hand held onto his cold one as you comfortingly stroked your thumbs against the back of his knuckles.

“That sounds really scary,” you said empathetically without being condescending or belittling him. “Thank you for telling me, but that doesn’t change anything. Like I said, everyone has their own shit. I’m far from perfect and don’t expect perfection from you or anyone.”

“Okay,” he smiled brightly at you, dinner forgotten, “fuck, sorry I haven’t really been on a date in ages, and I feel like I just made everything weird.”

“You’re doing so good,” you praised, almost missing the way his adam’s apple bobbed under your attention or how his pulse quickened under your fingers.

Oh

“You aren’t just being nice because Valarr’s my cousin, right?” he said, attempting to laugh off his nerves.  

“No, Daeron, you’ve been such a good boy,” you said, risking everything on your hunch.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, eyes locked on yours, his pulse increasing further as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. You remain steady as he let out a stuttered breath.

“You know what I think?” you asked, squeezing your thighs together under the table, “you’ve been such a good boy, you deserve a reward.”

“W-what kind of reward?” he asked, with a gulp,

You hummed tentatively, standing up and making your way around the table to stand between his parted thighs. You dropped his hand in favor of cupping his face as you gently tipped it upward.

“What kind of reward would you like?” you asked, lips teasingly brushing against his.

“Fuck,” he panted against your lips, “Anything,”

“Anything?” you asked with a smirk.

“Mhm, fuck I’ll take anything you’ll give me,” he answered honestly. You could feel his cock twitch in his trousers against the outside of your right thigh. You reward him with a peck, pulling him away by his hair as he attempts to deepen it. He doesn’t hide a whine in response to you tugging on his hair. You leaned down against his flushed ear before giving him the order.

“Be a good boy and text your driver that we’re ready to go back to mine. You can do that, can’t you?” you asked, teasingly.

“Mhm,” he hummed, not trusting his voice as he sent out the text. You share one last sweet kiss before you back up, grab your bouquet, and start walking to the side entrance, knowing he’d follow you. He let you get into the car first, shielding you from the rain, before quickly following behind. You reached up as your hand once again found his face, coaxing him down for another kiss. He happily complied, leaning down for a desperate kiss. This time, you let him deepen and set a pace as your other hand easily found the outline of his hard-on against his slacks. You lightly teased him, pulling desperate moans from his throat as he arched into your touch. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the pathetic whine he let out as you pulled back.

“We’re about a minute out from my place,” you said gently, “You need to behave for the walk up, or you won’t be getting any reward tonight, understand?”

“But what about my-” you cut off his question by handing him your flowers.

“Okay?” you asked,

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling down at you. He followed your directions well as you held his left hand, and his right held your bouquet over his bulge.

Once you were back in the privacy of your penthouse, he trailed behind you as you placed the flowers on your kitchen counter and guided him by his hand to your bedroom. Once inside, you lightly push him onto your bed. The rain had picked up as it loudly pelted against the glass of your windows. You kick off your heels and climb into his lap before pulling him back in for a desperate kiss. This time, you stayed in charge, grinding down against his lap, spurred on by his debauched moans and whines. You only pulled back when he braced his hand on your shoulder and pressed lightly.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

“I, fuck,” he groaned, stilling your hips, “I’m gonna cum if you keep grinding on me like that,”

“Do you not wanna cum?” you asked,

“No, it’s just erm,” he took a breath, “because of my medication I can’t always reliably get it up,” he confessed, his entire face turning crimson.

“So…” you prompted,

“If I cum now, I don’t know if I’ll get hard again,” he explained,

“Okay,” you nodded, “I mean, there are so many ways we could please each other, I wasn’t really worried about that. I mean, there’s oral, pegging-”

“You,” he cut you off, swallowing hard, “you’re comfortable with pegging?” he asked

“I mean, yeah,” you laughed lightly, “I have a strap and new attachments to match preferences and keep everything clean.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, tilting his head back,

“I mean, I am a switch who prefers other switches, so I never exactly know where a night is going,” you said slightly self-consciously.

“No, fuck,” he snapped his gaze back down to your face, “Love, that’s not-, I wasn’t judging you, it’s just I wasn’t expecting us to click this seamlessly, is all,”

“Oh,” you replied,

“Fuck, I know we haven’t actually fucked yet, but I rarely am this synced with a partner. Especially since we didn’t meet on a site where we could match based on preferences.” He explained, “God, you’re a wet dream.”

“Do you want me to peg you?” you asked, gaining your confidence back, “or, here,” you said, sliding off his lap and grabbing his hand lightly as you led him over to your walk-in closet and over to an inconspicuous dresser on the side. You opened the drawer, revealing a range of different-sized and shaped dildos that attach to your strap.

“God,” he groaned, coming up behind you so his back was pressed to your front, “You’re definitely prepared,” he teased, reaching around you to glide his fingers against the different unopened boxes.

“I’d rather be prepared than not,” you replied, as he picked up a medium-sized pink dildo that vibrates. “That the one?” you asked, looking over your shoulder up at him,

“Yeah,” he smiled down at you,

“Kay,” you nodded, turning to him, “why don’t you go get comfortable, while I go wash it and get ready?”

“Alright, love,” he said, pressing you lightly against the dresser in a soft kiss, “Lube?” he asked,

“Right nightstand,” you directed. With a nod, he pulled back and left for your bed as you headed to your ensuite bathroom. You quickly unwrapped and slid an AA battery into the dildo before letting it sit under hot water while you got ready. You shed your dress and underwear before pulling the harness up and tightening it to your size. You finished washing the dildo before securing it into your harness. You had to hold back a moan as Daeron came back into view. He was propped up against your headboard, now nude, stroking himself lightly, with his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. You approached his side, pulling him in for a desperate kiss as you once again straddled him. You were spurred on by every moan and whimper that escaped him.

You had to brace his shoulder as his lips chased yours as you pulled back,

“What’s your safe word?” you asked, taking a breath.

“Dragons,” he answered,

“Good boy,” you praised in his ear, smirking as a shudder ran through his body. Your lips lightly ghosted against him as you made your way down his body, stopping here and there to press kisses and praise against his skin. You purposefully avoided his cock, as you pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, encouraging him to part his legs enough that you could get to his hole.

“Still okay?” you checked in as you squirted some lube on your fingers,

“Fuck,” he whined, “Please,”

You smirked up at him as you gently circled his hole before adding more lube as you slowly pressed in.

“Fuck,” he moaned, tilting his head back as you began to finger and stretch him out. You had to bar his hips down with your forearm to keep him from thrusting back against your fingers.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby,” you praised as you worked a third figure inside of him,

“Fuck, please,” Daeron moaned, “I can take it, please.”

“Patience, we’re almost there,” you promised, loosely gripping his cock as you began to jerk him off in time with your thrust.

“Fuck,” he cursed before letting out a guttural moan.

“Stop,” he begged, eyes glassy, “Fuck, it’s too much, it’s-Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”

Your smirk grew as you stopped just shy of his release. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together for some relief at the sweet sound of his whimpers.

“Ready?” you asked, pulling your fingers out slowly before you lubed up your strap-on.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, saying your name softly. You pulled him in for a soft kiss as the head of your dildo breached his hole. You could feel his bruising grip on your hips as he encouraged you to take him faster. Your kiss began to devolve into a sloppy mess as you rolled your hips into his. You could feel his hot tears against your cheeks as you fully sheathed yourself inside him. You stayed there for a moment as you pulled back.

“Still good,” you asked against his lips, looking up into his glassy violet eyes.

“Fuck, please,” he whined, rolling his hips back into yours, desperately grinding down against you. You pressed your lips back against his as you started to thrust and grind up against him. He didn’t have to direct your movement as his whole body started to vibrate when you angled your hips just right to hit his prostate just right. You pulled back from his mouth and trailed your lips down his throat, marking him up and eating up his moans and whines. You smirked into his throat as you reached down and clicked on the vibrating feature and wrapped your hand around his pulsing cock.

“Fuck, that’s it,” you encouraged him in his ear as he began to fall apart on your cock. He barely lasted a few thrusts before he was gone. Your name was the last thing to leave his lips before he painted both your stomachs with his cum. You slowed down your movement as you fucked him through his climax, clicking off the vibrator before you fully overstimulated him. He let out a reluctant whine as you eased yourself out of him and shed your harness, half-hazardly dropping it off the side, dildo clattering to the floor.

You pulled him into a sweet kiss as he came back down into his body. You whispered praise into his temple as you let his hair down and gently pet it while he rested against your chest. You stayed like that until his breathing went back to normal.

“Fuck, love,” he sighed against your lips as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. It was now your turn to whine as his fingers found their way down between your lower lips. You couldn’t help but moan as his thick fingers dipped down, tracing over your entrance.

“Fuck, Daeron,” you gasped against his lips, “You don’t-”

“I know love,” he said softly against your lips, “I want to,”

“Fuck,” you moaned desperately as he nudged into you, thrusting two of his fingers in at once.

“Fuck,” he groaned, effortlessly thrusting deep inside of you while grinding his palm against your neglected clit,

“Daeron,” you cried out, squeezing him tight as your orgasm quickly approached,

“Go on,” he encouraged, speeding up as he hit that spot over and over. You came with a scream against his lips as he lazily fingered you through it.

“Fuck,” you sighed, leaning against his shoulder as he gently eased his fingers out.

“Fuck,” he laughed in agreement, kissing the crown of your head as he pulled you in close. You lie contentedly in each other's arms, your phone long forgotten in your clutch in the kitchen as you both nodded off.

You slept deeply until you stirred at the sound of a knock at your door. Through blurry eyes, you watched as your best friend stepped in and paused as he took in the scene before him, buffering in real time. The mess of your room, discarded clothing, a sleepy Daeron spooning you from behind, and your covers thankfully pulled up past your chest.

“Valarr?” you asked, snapping his attention to you before he took in too much of the scene.

“Yes?” he asked back.

“Leave,” you directed,

“Right,” he nodded curtly, spinning his heels before promptly leaving your room. Seconds later, you heard your front door close and lock before he escaped back to his own penthouse. You feel Daeron’s chest vibrate against your back before you can hear him snicker against your throat, pressing a chaste kiss there.

“That was certainly a wake-up call,” he said, before you both shared a laugh. You shared one last kiss before tiredly settling back against each other and letting sleep take you.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed ^_^ This was way longer than I thought it was going to be 😅 I've never written for Daeron before, so hopefully this was okay 🫶

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Just a lil morning reblog :3

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The Set Up

(A Modern Daeron x Reader Smut One-Shot)

Summary: A forced date between you and your best friend's cousin to ensure an alliance takes a turn in the best possible way. (They Match Each Other's Freak)

!!!MDNI!!!

Warnings: Smut, Dacryphilia, Pegging, Kissing, Dry Humping, Mention of Mental Disorders (Schizophrenia, Contamination OCD, Drinking, Drug Use), Switch Fem!Reader, Switch (Mainly Subby) Daeron, Mentions of Violence, Unrealistic Anal Prep, Reader Is Prepared, Fingering, Little To No Aftercare, PLZ Let Me Know If I Missed Anything

WC: 4,690

“You should be getting ready,” Valarr’s said, leaning against the door of your bedroom.

“In a minute,” you said, not looking up from your computer screen. While it was a Saturday, you were doing some maintenance on your company’s, or rather your family’s company’s, server. Your family ran a well-known cybersecurity company that catered to the general public up to the top one percent. Your name recognition was on par with the Targaryens, and they were old-money rich. Their law firm had been around for forever, and it showed. You were third in line for the CEO position in your family’s company, behind your father and elder brother. As the future COO of your company, your work was never done. You were so engrossed in your project that you didn’t notice Valarr had moved until he spoke directly to your right.

“Back up your work and get up,” he said firmly. You huffed in response but begrudgingly followed his order because you both knew he was right. A car would be picking you up within the hour, and you were still in lounge clothing.

“This is a waste of time, and you know it,” you said, closing your laptop and getting up. Valarr trailed behind you as you returned your laptop to your home office and locked the door.

“It’s one date,” he said, “All you have to do is spend the night with him and confirm to our families that it’s not a match.”

“It’s fucking stupid, is what it is,” you sighed, “Why must our families be allied by marriage? We’ve known each other since pre-school. I won’t let anything happen to your family’s firm the same way I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to mine.”

“It could have been Aerion,” Valarr commented, taking a seat on your bed as you go through your closet pulling out a simple, but flattering black dress with matching heels.

“Your uncle’s too aware to have let it be Aerion. I’d end him before appetizers would be served.” You replied. Valarr hummed in acknowledgment as you stepped behind your room divider and began to get dressed. Despite being a bar-certified lawyer and a Columbia alum, he knew better than to argue with you.

“Daeron isn’t so bad,” he attempted to comfort.

“I haven’t seen him sober since we were children,” you huffed, stepping around your room divider with your back to Valarr so he could get your zipper.

“He’s turned over a new leaf, and it’s just one date.” Valarr said again, zipping you up, “Then you can come home and vent to Kiera and me while you beat me at Mario Kart.”

“With ice cream?” you asked,

“Is that even a question?” he laughed, “Kiera has had our home stocked with sweets in preparation.”

“Alright,” you sighed, walking into your ensuite to apply your five-minute makeup routine and quickly style your hair. If you weren’t going on this date against your will, you would have put in actual effort, but based on Daeron’s reputation and your own experience with him, it only garnered the bare minimum. You, at one point, knew him well through being Valarr’s childhood best friend. But it had been years since you’d talked in person, the last time you could distinguish any memory from him was him getting too sloshed at a New Year’s Eve party in high school and vomiting into a potted plant. What you’ve passively seen in the tabloid over the years consists of flings of models and actresses with no real direction in life.

“Good enough?” you asked, doing a small twirl for Valarr.

“Good enough,” he nodded in approval, “I know this isn’t your idea of a fun Saturday night, but please don’t take it out on him. I can assure you he’s equally excited.”

“I’m a fucking delight,” you scoffed jokingly,

“You’re an acquired taste at best.” He responded deadpan, earning him a real scoff as you smack his chest with your matching clutch.

“Fine, I won’t like actively try to make him cry or anything.” You sighed,

“Thank you,” Valarr said, relieved. Before you could say anything else, you got a push notification on your phone that your car was here.

“Any other sage wisdom before I go?” you asked as you both made your way to the door.

“Try to have fun?” he offered as you locked your door.

“Don’t kill him,” he amended at the deadpan look you gave him.

“Better,” you hummed, as you both made your way to the elevator.

“He really has turned over a new leaf; he’s been sober for over a year now,” Valarr said.

“Is that confirmed or…” You trailed off, looking up at Valarr.

“He got sober last year after our grandfather threatened to cut him out of his will.” He expanded.

“So, he’s like actually sober?” you clarified,

“He has a weekly drug test with our family doctor, and they’ve all been clean,” Valarr confirmed,

“Okay, but like hasn’t your grandfather threatened that since he started drinking in high school?” you asked,

“He had some other motivations,” Valarr responded vaguely,

“Which are?” you asked, getting out of the elevator at the ground floor, exiting into the lobby.

“I don’t feel right telling you,” he confessed, “They’re Daemon’s truth to tell.”

“Okay?” you responded, “Well, on that incredibly perplexing note, I guess I’m off.”

“Be safe” is the last thing Valarr said before you left the lobby and ducked into the awaiting car to avoid the rain. The chauffeur closed the door behind you before circling back to his driver's seat. You absent-mindedly scrolled through TikTok until your short drive to the restaurant was up. You entered through a side door and headed straight for the private dining room, away from the public dining area and back of house. You could make the walk with your eyes closed, as this restaurant was a favorite of your family.

You were shocked as you rounded the corner into the private area to not only find that he had already arrived, but was also holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. His look confirmed his sobriety; instead of the frumpy boy you remembered, who always looked sickly pale, a put-together man stood before you. His skin tone was even, his hair had been freshly washed and pulled back into a low bun with a few framing pieces around his face. He was wearing charcoal grey dress pants, with a matching blazer and a dark maroon sweater underneath. Fuck, it pained you to admit it, but he had definitely inherited the Targaryen beauty.

“Daeron,” you greeted with a small smile and a gentle nod. He shared your smile as he stood up and said your name upon your arrival. You both shared a brief moment of silence before he spoke again,

“You certainly grew up,” he said, failing to hide his shock at your appearance.

“I could say the same to you,” you replied with a light, teasing tone.

“That’s valid,” he nodded, with a slight blush to his cheeks under your gaze.

“Those for me?” you asked, breaking the tension building between you.

“Erm-yes,” he nodded, closing the distance between you. You couldn’t help but smile down at the purple hydrangeas, held together by a silver bow.

“They’re lovely,” you smiled up at him, as his blush only deepened under your attention.

“I’d ask how you’d know they’re my favorite, but I’m assuming it was-” you started, before he cut you off,

“Valarr,” he confirmed, “He didn’t respond in time to tell me what color you prefer, so I went with your house’s colors.”

“It was a good guess, I’ve always loved purple,” you said, looking up into his violet eyes.

“I’m glad, erm,” he cleared his throat, “would you like to sit?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, this time doing a better job of hiding your shock as he pulled out your chair for you and pushed you in. Before you could say anything else, an older server appeared.

“Can I get you started with something to drink?” he asked after introducing himself,

“I’ll just take sparkling water,” Daeron ordered,

“I’ll have the virgin rosemary-ginger mule, please,” you added,

“Of course, and is there any addition or substitutions you would like to add to the set menu?” he asked,

“No,” you said after Daeron shook his head,

“Right, I’ll have those and your appetizer out as they are ready,” the server smiled, before leaving.

“You can have alcohol if you’d like,” Daeron said once the server was out of sight.

“Nah,” you smiled at him, “Honestly, I’m not really a big drinker,”

“Alright, but just to clarify, you having a drink won’t make me relapse,” he said,

“I know, and for the record, if you were to relapse after I had a drink that’s your own prerogative, I wouldn’t feel like it was my fault,” you responded. He smiled at that.

“Do you have experience with recovery?” he asked,

“Not personally, but I do have a few friends who are sober,” you answered,

“It shows,” he said with a light smile, “Everyone in my family, outside Aegon and Aerion, still walks on eggshells around me whenever alcohol or drugs come up; it's refreshing to talk to someone who treats me normally.”

“Everyone has their own shit,” you shrugged, “It’s not solely V, because I definitely had experiences outside of him, but growing up with a best friend who had contamination OCD made it easier to empathize and learn the line between babying and support.”

Your conversation paused as your drink and appetizer, duck poutine, was served.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he said once you were alone again, “why did you and Valarr never end up together?”

“Me and V?” you laughed, “That was never in the cards, we make great friends, but I’ve never found myself attracted to him in that way. And I know he feels the same. I was actually the one who set him up with Kiera when he was in law school.”

“Weren’t you each other’s first kiss?” he asked, taking a bite of poutine.

“That was a special, planned circumstance,” you replied, serving yourself part of the appetizer, “Because of his condition, he was the only one in our grade who was going to leave middle school without having his first kiss. He literally watched me brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash three times before he felt okay kissing, and it was just a peck.”

“That’s oddly sweet coming from you,” Daeron commented, “From what I remember, you were rather brutish as a child.”

“I think that has more to do with Aerion and me always having some sort of beef than me being actively aggressive,” you defended yourself,

“I suppose that’s true,” he said reflectively, “The few family vacations you joined us on Aerion did always bait you.”

“Yeah, I think he always viewed me as a challenge because he knew I wouldn’t take any of his shit,” you said, “He was always on me for being a tomboy and how that made me gay.”

“I do have a clear memory of you punching him in the face hard enough that he fell backwards into a fountain fully clothed,” Daeron said,

“He deserved it,” you shrugged,

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he laughed softly, “I guess, and I don’t mean this as an insult, that’s why I was so surprised to see you dressed more feminine this evening,”

“I get it,” you replied, wiping your mouth, “We haven’t really talked since high school, and I’ve definitely mellowed out since then. While I don’t love dressing up, I will do it situationally.”

“Well, I’m honored I merited the effort,” he said, smiling at you and for the briefest moment looking at your lips before his eyes darted away. The main course being served cut your conversation short before you could call him out on it.

“So, what have you been up to since high school?” he asked,

“MIT, then working at my family’s company.” You said, “Nothing too interesting, I like to travel as much as possible. I have a trip coming up this summer where I’ll be traveling around South America with V and Kiera.”

“So, you’re third wheeling?” he asked lightly,

“Actually, Kiera and I always joke that V’s the third wheel,” you replied with a smile, “Since I was friends with her from college before introducing them, I’m often mistaken as her partner.”

“You’d make a lovely couple,” he joked,

“Wouldn’t we?” you smiled, with a teasing grin, “How about you? What have you been up to recently?”

He paused for a moment in thought, answering just before you could take your question back.

“I’ve been doing a lot better this past year,” he responded genuinely, “I’ve been sober for seventeen months now, and I am back in school to finish my finance degree from NYU.”

“That’s amazing,” you smiled at him warmly. Once again, a lovely blush painted his cheeks under your attention.

“Thank you,” he smiled back, almost bashful, “I think so too.”

“It’s really been a lot easier since I got my diagnosis,” he started, before you softly cut him off,

“You don’t have to go into detail if you don’t want to.” You said, “You don’t owe me or anyone an explanation.”

“I know,” he smiled, blush spreading, “Fuck, would I sound desperate to say, I’d like to see you again this early into the date?”

“Only if I didn’t feel the same way,” you said, feeling your own face heat up. The man sitting across from you was a full restoration of who he was before he started to drink. He was happier and had a lightness to him that you hadn’t seen since you were children.

“Right,” he said nervously, clearing his throat, “Then you deserve to know this before moving forward. I was hospitalized a year and a half ago and went through detox in a behavioral health unit. Prior to this, I had only gone through detox at drug and alcohol recovery facilities. Because of the nature of a behavioral health unit, the doctors there were finally able to diagnose me with schizophrenia.”

He paused, eyes locked on your face, a light smile ghosted his lips as he took in your supportive reaction. You were silently listening with a slightly tilted head and nodded encouragingly as he talked.

“Their best guess is that the onset was when I was 16 and started to drink to cope with my nightmares and delusions. I’m on medications now and haven’t had any episodes for over a year. It’s just, fuck, I really like you. But I understand if it’s too much.”

He had to stop himself from flinching when your warm hand held onto his cold one as you comfortingly stroked your thumbs against the back of his knuckles.

“That sounds really scary,” you said empathetically without being condescending or belittling him. “Thank you for telling me, but that doesn’t change anything. Like I said, everyone has their own shit. I’m far from perfect and don’t expect perfection from you or anyone.”

“Okay,” he smiled brightly at you, dinner forgotten, “fuck, sorry I haven’t really been on a date in ages, and I feel like I just made everything weird.”

“You’re doing so good,” you praised, almost missing the way his adam’s apple bobbed under your attention or how his pulse quickened under your fingers.

Oh

“You aren’t just being nice because Valarr’s my cousin, right?” he said, attempting to laugh off his nerves.  

“No, Daeron, you’ve been such a good boy,” you said, risking everything on your hunch.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, eyes locked on yours, his pulse increasing further as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. You remain steady as he let out a stuttered breath.

“You know what I think?” you asked, squeezing your thighs together under the table, “you’ve been such a good boy, you deserve a reward.”

“W-what kind of reward?” he asked, with a gulp,

You hummed tentatively, standing up and making your way around the table to stand between his parted thighs. You dropped his hand in favor of cupping his face as you gently tipped it upward.

“What kind of reward would you like?” you asked, lips teasingly brushing against his.

“Fuck,” he panted against your lips, “Anything,”

“Anything?” you asked with a smirk.

“Mhm, fuck I’ll take anything you’ll give me,” he answered honestly. You could feel his cock twitch in his trousers against the outside of your right thigh. You reward him with a peck, pulling him away by his hair as he attempts to deepen it. He doesn’t hide a whine in response to you tugging on his hair. You leaned down against his flushed ear before giving him the order.

“Be a good boy and text your driver that we’re ready to go back to mine. You can do that, can’t you?” you asked, teasingly.

“Mhm,” he hummed, not trusting his voice as he sent out the text. You share one last sweet kiss before you back up, grab your bouquet, and start walking to the side entrance, knowing he’d follow you. He let you get into the car first, shielding you from the rain, before quickly following behind. You reached up as your hand once again found his face, coaxing him down for another kiss. He happily complied, leaning down for a desperate kiss. This time, you let him deepen and set a pace as your other hand easily found the outline of his hard-on against his slacks. You lightly teased him, pulling desperate moans from his throat as he arched into your touch. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the pathetic whine he let out as you pulled back.

“We’re about a minute out from my place,” you said gently, “You need to behave for the walk up, or you won’t be getting any reward tonight, understand?”

“But what about my-” you cut off his question by handing him your flowers.

“Okay?” you asked,

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling down at you. He followed your directions well as you held his left hand, and his right held your bouquet over his bulge.

Once you were back in the privacy of your penthouse, he trailed behind you as you placed the flowers on your kitchen counter and guided him by his hand to your bedroom. Once inside, you lightly push him onto your bed. The rain had picked up as it loudly pelted against the glass of your windows. You kick off your heels and climb into his lap before pulling him back in for a desperate kiss. This time, you stayed in charge, grinding down against his lap, spurred on by his debauched moans and whines. You only pulled back when he braced his hand on your shoulder and pressed lightly.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

“I, fuck,” he groaned, stilling your hips, “I’m gonna cum if you keep grinding on me like that,”

“Do you not wanna cum?” you asked,

“No, it’s just erm,” he took a breath, “because of my medication I can’t always reliably get it up,” he confessed, his entire face turning crimson.

“So…” you prompted,

“If I cum now, I don’t know if I’ll get hard again,” he explained,

“Okay,” you nodded, “I mean, there are so many ways we could please each other, I wasn’t really worried about that. I mean, there’s oral, pegging-”

“You,” he cut you off, swallowing hard, “you’re comfortable with pegging?” he asked

“I mean, yeah,” you laughed lightly, “I have a strap and new attachments to match preferences and keep everything clean.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, tilting his head back,

“I mean, I am a switch who prefers other switches, so I never exactly know where a night is going,” you said slightly self-consciously.

“No, fuck,” he snapped his gaze back down to your face, “Love, that’s not-, I wasn’t judging you, it’s just I wasn’t expecting us to click this seamlessly, is all,”

“Oh,” you replied,

“Fuck, I know we haven’t actually fucked yet, but I rarely am this synced with a partner. Especially since we didn’t meet on a site where we could match based on preferences.” He explained, “God, you’re a wet dream.”

“Do you want me to peg you?” you asked, gaining your confidence back, “or, here,” you said, sliding off his lap and grabbing his hand lightly as you led him over to your walk-in closet and over to an inconspicuous dresser on the side. You opened the drawer, revealing a range of different-sized and shaped dildos that attach to your strap.

“God,” he groaned, coming up behind you so his back was pressed to your front, “You’re definitely prepared,” he teased, reaching around you to glide his fingers against the different unopened boxes.

“I’d rather be prepared than not,” you replied, as he picked up a medium-sized pink dildo that vibrates. “That the one?” you asked, looking over your shoulder up at him,

“Yeah,” he smiled down at you,

“Kay,” you nodded, turning to him, “why don’t you go get comfortable, while I go wash it and get ready?”

“Alright, love,” he said, pressing you lightly against the dresser in a soft kiss, “Lube?” he asked,

“Right nightstand,” you directed. With a nod, he pulled back and left for your bed as you headed to your ensuite bathroom. You quickly unwrapped and slid an AA battery into the dildo before letting it sit under hot water while you got ready. You shed your dress and underwear before pulling the harness up and tightening it to your size. You finished washing the dildo before securing it into your harness. You had to hold back a moan as Daeron came back into view. He was propped up against your headboard, now nude, stroking himself lightly, with his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. You approached his side, pulling him in for a desperate kiss as you once again straddled him. You were spurred on by every moan and whimper that escaped him.

You had to brace his shoulder as his lips chased yours as you pulled back,

“What’s your safe word?” you asked, taking a breath.

“Dragons,” he answered,

“Good boy,” you praised in his ear, smirking as a shudder ran through his body. Your lips lightly ghosted against him as you made your way down his body, stopping here and there to press kisses and praise against his skin. You purposefully avoided his cock, as you pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, encouraging him to part his legs enough that you could get to his hole.

“Still okay?” you checked in as you squirted some lube on your fingers,

“Fuck,” he whined, “Please,”

You smirked up at him as you gently circled his hole before adding more lube as you slowly pressed in.

“Fuck,” he moaned, tilting his head back as you began to finger and stretch him out. You had to bar his hips down with your forearm to keep him from thrusting back against your fingers.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby,” you praised as you worked a third figure inside of him,

“Fuck, please,” Daeron moaned, “I can take it, please.”

“Patience, we’re almost there,” you promised, loosely gripping his cock as you began to jerk him off in time with your thrust.

“Fuck,” he cursed before letting out a guttural moan.

“Stop,” he begged, eyes glassy, “Fuck, it’s too much, it’s-Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”

Your smirk grew as you stopped just shy of his release. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together for some relief at the sweet sound of his whimpers.

“Ready?” you asked, pulling your fingers out slowly before you lubed up your strap-on.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, saying your name softly. You pulled him in for a soft kiss as the head of your dildo breached his hole. You could feel his bruising grip on your hips as he encouraged you to take him faster. Your kiss began to devolve into a sloppy mess as you rolled your hips into his. You could feel his hot tears against your cheeks as you fully sheathed yourself inside him. You stayed there for a moment as you pulled back.

“Still good,” you asked against his lips, looking up into his glassy violet eyes.

“Fuck, please,” he whined, rolling his hips back into yours, desperately grinding down against you. You pressed your lips back against his as you started to thrust and grind up against him. He didn’t have to direct your movement as his whole body started to vibrate when you angled your hips just right to hit his prostate just right. You pulled back from his mouth and trailed your lips down his throat, marking him up and eating up his moans and whines. You smirked into his throat as you reached down and clicked on the vibrating feature and wrapped your hand around his pulsing cock.

“Fuck, that’s it,” you encouraged him in his ear as he began to fall apart on your cock. He barely lasted a few thrusts before he was gone. Your name was the last thing to leave his lips before he painted both your stomachs with his cum. You slowed down your movement as you fucked him through his climax, clicking off the vibrator before you fully overstimulated him. He let out a reluctant whine as you eased yourself out of him and shed your harness, half-hazardly dropping it off the side, dildo clattering to the floor.

You pulled him into a sweet kiss as he came back down into his body. You whispered praise into his temple as you let his hair down and gently pet it while he rested against your chest. You stayed like that until his breathing went back to normal.

“Fuck, love,” he sighed against your lips as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. It was now your turn to whine as his fingers found their way down between your lower lips. You couldn’t help but moan as his thick fingers dipped down, tracing over your entrance.

“Fuck, Daeron,” you gasped against his lips, “You don’t-”

“I know love,” he said softly against your lips, “I want to,”

“Fuck,” you moaned desperately as he nudged into you, thrusting two of his fingers in at once.

“Fuck,” he groaned, effortlessly thrusting deep inside of you while grinding his palm against your neglected clit,

“Daeron,” you cried out, squeezing him tight as your orgasm quickly approached,

“Go on,” he encouraged, speeding up as he hit that spot over and over. You came with a scream against his lips as he lazily fingered you through it.

“Fuck,” you sighed, leaning against his shoulder as he gently eased his fingers out.

“Fuck,” he laughed in agreement, kissing the crown of your head as he pulled you in close. You lie contentedly in each other's arms, your phone long forgotten in your clutch in the kitchen as you both nodded off.

You slept deeply until you stirred at the sound of a knock at your door. Through blurry eyes, you watched as your best friend stepped in and paused as he took in the scene before him, buffering in real time. The mess of your room, discarded clothing, a sleepy Daeron spooning you from behind, and your covers thankfully pulled up past your chest.

“Valarr?” you asked, snapping his attention to you before he took in too much of the scene.

“Yes?” he asked back.

“Leave,” you directed,

“Right,” he nodded curtly, spinning his heels before promptly leaving your room. Seconds later, you heard your front door close and lock before he escaped back to his own penthouse. You feel Daeron’s chest vibrate against your back before you can hear him snicker against your throat, pressing a chaste kiss there.

“That was certainly a wake-up call,” he said, before you both shared a laugh. You shared one last kiss before tiredly settling back against each other and letting sleep take you.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed ^_^ This was way longer than I thought it was going to be 😅 I've never written for Daeron before, so hopefully this was okay 🫶

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I've gotten a small influx of new followers, so I thought this would be a fun way to get to know me (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

When did you start writing?

I actually hated writing and reading growing up, but I did love storytelling with my dolls and stuffed animals. I think the first fanfictions I wrote growing up weren't until I was like between 12 and 14.

What fic do you wish could get a little more love?

For non-smut, I loved writing day 8 of my new year's countdown. It's just a sweet lil one shot: here For smut, I'd say Ride That Vaquero. It's an afab, enby reader insert where jack takes the reader out on a date to an art museum, and smut follows when he takes them home: here

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Howl Pendragon, Howl's Moving Castle. (I still love a pretty boy)

How open are you to people IRL about writing fanfiction?

I'm pretty open to it with my friends and family. They have no idea why I do it, but are happy I'm happy lol.

What is a mundane fact about you?

I love trying new recipes from different cultures. I recently made scallion pancakes for the first time and now appreciate them more after seeing all the effort they take to make. (it took me like 3 1/2 hrs 😭)

I'd love to know more about my moots or people I follow, so if they or anyone would like to answer these questions, feel free 💛

no-pressure tags for writers I admire 🫶

@nocturnalrorobin , @thedamnqueenofhell , @thatfanficstuff, @antisirkbitch , @domesticblisss, @zivistardust, @promotional-dvd