Summary: Binging the entire show in two nights only to be disappointed is the worst feeling anyone can experience, you were going through the same, annoyed by the writing so began to come up with your own scenarios on how to fix the plot, wishing that is the way the plot should've unfolded, well be careful what you wish for, because now you find yourself in the body of a character the doesn't exist in the canon story.
The reader's appearance is not described in the story! only mentioned that she is a strong, the picture used in the header is for expressive purposes only.
WARNINGS: story will include; canon typical incest, smut, fluff, war. Warnings will be added on as the story continues.
CHAPTER I : The Beginning.
-> "Be careful what you wish for" is what everyone says, you realise that you should've taken them seriously when you find yourself reincarnated as a character in the show who never existed.
CHAPTER II : The Deal.
-> Viserys proposes a deal to undo the drift between the families.
CHAPTER III : The Pandemonium.
-> Aemond conjures up a plan to get his revenge on you but he faces an obstacle; his own self.
CHAPTER IV : The Fervour.
-> You decide to apologize to Aemond.
CHAPTER V : The Epiphany.
-> Aemond's been taking care of you since you fainted, at last you finally wake up.
summary: you lied about being good with horses to get on woodrow's crew, so percy has kindly offered to help you learn to ride in an unconventional way. wc: 1.6k.
pairing: percy dolarhyde x reader
tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI. no use of y/n, fem! reader, thigh riding, smut, porn without too much plot, suggestion of the cowboy hat rule, percy is a smug little shit. lowkey i got a little lazy here, any mistakes are all my own. i also can't believe i found out ladies were walking around with crotchless drawers from researching to write this fic.
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You weren’t quite sure how it got to this: kneeling on hay in the barn in front of Percy Dolarhyde as he relaxed against one of the bales. He was supposed to be teaching you how to ride a horse, but in the midst of that, he claimed he wasn’t happy with your technique, and said he had a better way of teaching you the hip movements necessary.
He looked awfully proud of himself.
“C’mon now, saddle up.” He smirked — an expression that normally would have you wanting to slap the smugness from his face. “You wanna be a real cowgirl, don’t ya?”
Percy beckoned you over with a gesture of his hand before patting his lap. You obliged, mounting his thigh with slight reservation. It wasn't as if you didn't know he likely had ulterior motives for getting you like this, it's more that you didn't have much of another option if you didn't want to get run out of town. You needed the work, and Percy knew that too. Asshole, you thought.
“That’s it, on my lap. Atta girl.”
You sighed at his intonation and a frown followed.
“Are you goin’ to tell me how this is supposed to help teach me to ride?”
He half-huffed and tilted his head. There was hesitation in the way you nervously withheld from sitting your full weight on his thigh, staying up on your knees slightly so you weren’t making full contact.
“See, ridin’ a horse is all about the hip work and posture. Don’t wan' to a put strain on your pelvis.”
“And we’re not doin’ this on an actual horse?”
“The boys always talk about learnin’ in a controlled environment. That’s what this is.” He said, too matter-of-factly, as if he hadn’t got the concept of a ‘controlled environment’ all wrong. “Bein’ on the horse is too unpredictable if I wan' to correct your form.”
“Surely there’s another way?” You sighed, pressing your hands to his chest to try and help yourself up, almost fed up with the scheme he was trying to pull. You’d find some local rancher to teach you, maybe keep your pride in tact, too - you were pretty sure there were a handful of admittedly more skilled riders a town or two over that would even teach you the right way.
“Woah, easy now.” Percy grinned, hands reaching to your hips to keep you seated as he scoffed in mock offense. You were seated fully on his thigh then, skirt bunched up as you sat back down with a poof. “You questionin’ my teachin’? Cause if you wanna walk off and forget about the lessons, fine, but I don’t think my pa would be too happy if his new trigger woman can’t ride no horse.”
“No, no… fine.”
You dreaded the backlash from Woodrow if he found out you lied.
“That’s what I thought.” He took his hands from your hips so he could remove his hat from his head and place it on yours. Mumbled something about looking the part as he looked up at you in consideration - like he was eyeing up a masterpiece.
Then his hands were back on your hips with a firm grip, locking you in place as his eyes started to trail down your body. He still wore that shit-eating grin. This was like Christmas and three birthdays all in one for him. He'd have been lying to himself if he said he hadn't had eyes for you since you rolled into town.
“Alright, now when you’ve been on a horse before, how’d you ride?”
When you hesitated, Percy tugged your hips, like he wanted you to demonstrate.
“I don’t know…” you mumbled, folding your arms across your chest, “kinda like this?” You started moving your hips back and forth, in a less than fluid way, all uncoordinated and jagged and he just observed for a moment. It wasn't as if you were paying much attention to your hip work the last time you were on a horse - back then you'd been more focused on the horizon, getting yourself out of danger as fast as possible.
“Gotta be more smooth than that.” He mused, using his hands to manipulate your hips into more of a rolled bucking motion as you tried to cooperate. "Keep it up, try it this way, roll 'em, don't buck 'em."
Percy's hands loosened on your waist as he let you try the new motion for a while, watching as you caught on quickly as he'd hoped. He liked the way your hips looked rocking back and forth, but he wanted to see more, his fingers flexed slight at your sides when you rolled down over his thigh. But with each movement, the friction became something of an issue, leaving you feeling a heat building in the pit of your stomach. You let out something akin to a sigh, a short huff of air. Shit. Percy certainly noticed, because he let out a small hmm sound, deciding he was no longer content with the way your skirt hindered his view.
"What?" You asked, half concerned with a cocked brow. That look on his face only meant trouble - or something else entirely.
He feigned the intonation of a man who was simply just wanting to teach, though the glimmer in his eyes and the not-so-subtle grin tugging at his mouth gave himself away.
“Can’t get a good judgement on your technique like this. But I," he paused, as if searching for his words, "I got an idea.”
Percy untied the strings at the waistband of your skirt, loosening it so he could bunch it and lift it up over your body before discarding it amongst the hay. You had wanted to protest, knowing that you’d need to do unnecessary laundering by the time you got home, but it was already long thrown to the floor, and with his hands finding your hips again, the thought sort of left your head. He rocked your hips, slowly – steadily, as he helped you find a smooth and fluid pace as you rolled with his instruction. But now what you really couldn't ignore was that building heat, coiled and tight, an ache that was beginning to feel like it needed to be quelled. What didn't help, was the almost cocky way Percy spoke next - the way it was as if he knew how you were feeling. Mostly, he was feeling it too.
“Gotta straighten your posture, cowgirl.” He mused, eyes raking over your body.
You straightened up immediately in response, back perking upright, unskilled hands steadying on his shoulders. As you kept the motion of your hips, back and forth, the consistent friction against his thigh had you, desperately wishing that there wasn’t an opening in your drawers and hyper-aware of how you were rubbing directly against his pants. The thing is, now, your heart raced, and you feared the damp spot you knew you'd leave on the fabric the moment you stepped up. Thing is, Percy had already felt it.
“Look at that,” he said teasingly, “ridin’ like a natural ain’t you.”
But this time, his hands gripped tighter, pulling you down harder on his thigh.
"Just- shut up."
There was barely any spite behind the words, not with the groan that followed them. By now, you couldn't stop your hips rolling even if you wanted to, it was just pleasure seeking under the guise of 'I just want to get this right'. Which only spurred Percy on. He just couldn't help himself. He was grinning, smug, and with the way you were starting to grind had him practically rock hard under his slacks. He wanted to see you get off.
"Can hardly believe it." His voice dropped, near a whisper. "Just a little bit of friction and you're gonna get yourself off on my thigh? Make a mess all over me?"
"Not like that," you lied, jaw slack and brows creased in concentration, "I'm just practicing, just want to get the right," another sharp intake of breath, "the right technique."
It was a shameless display of sheer want from months of repression. Your cheeks felt hot, and you knew you'd lose it soon, you just didn't realise it'd be Percy that you'd be chasing release from.
"Doin' so good, darlin'. Look at those perfect hips."
The praise was all you needed, really. Suddenly you weren’t really focused on your posture anymore, nor the ‘proper’ way of rolling your hips. The pressure building was too much to bear and you had to chase it, desperate for release as you started grinding against his thigh desperately. In that moment, you’d slumped forward, face buried into the crook of Percy’s neck as you puffed out shaky breaths against his skin, one hand holding his hat to your head.
"Shit, I'm- oh, fuck." Didn't take too long before you were muffling whines against him to keep yourself quiet, hips stuttering as you reached your peak, orgasm washing over you like a blanket, white-hot.
When you caught your breath and stilled your movements, Percy was the one to steady you, turning his head as he held you up, bringing you upright just enough to get a look at your face. Your cheeks were flushed pink, hair messily falling over your face, eyes glazed over. But then he saw the lazy smile on your lips, the one that was a stark difference to the way you'd looked at him earlier - maybe the two of you weren't quite done with the lesson just yet.
"Y'alright in there cowgirl? Got a little carried away?"
God, he could be insufferable. But now you wanted more. You nodded slowly and leaned in.
I woke up to see an explosion of notifs and I'm just so touched by the amount of people who've taken the time to read Once Again 😭💜 thank you all. Part 2 will be up soon!!
