can you tease anything for brick by brick and/or no one stats the same forever? 👀 you have got my attention!
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"Why is this so slow today?" you muttered, reaching for your coffee. Cold now. You set it back down and stared at the purchase agreement you had been avoiding all morning, the cursor blinking at you with quiet judgment.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, ma'am, this is Fernando at security." His voice was hushed, like he was trying not to be overheard. "I have a man here who claims he is your husband asking if he can come see you."
The coffee cup paused halfway to your lips. "I do not have a husband."
You heard the muffled shift of fabric, Fernando's hand cupping the receiver as he spoke to someone beyond the desk. You clicked out of the document and pulled up your emails.
"Sorry, ma'am," Fernando returned, the embarrassment audible in the slight crack of his voice. "He says he is your ex-husband."
The headache arrived instantly, a thin blade pressing behind your left eye. You massaged the bridge of your nose, watching the cursor blink. "I do not want to see him."
More muffled murmurings.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. He says it's very urgent."
You counted to three. Then five. Then ten. "I'll come down. Thank you."
Ormund Hightower stood in the crisp marble lobby. Crisp white shirt, no tie, the top buttons undone exposing the hollow of his throat and the beginning of his chest. Navy trousers perfectly tailored to his long legs. White sneakers, absurdly clean. He looked effortless.
"Hey."
You walked toward him without breaking stride. "How can I help you?"
"I really need to talk to you." He nodded toward the elevator bank. "Can we go up?"
The absurdity of it. As if he could simply ascend into your office, into your space.
"Absolutely not."
Your fingers found each other, interlacing. From the corner of your vision you caught it, Fernando and Denise, heads ducked low, eyes wide, witnessing drama they had not expected on a Tuesday morning. This was what he wanted. An audience. Spectators to ensure you had no choice but to be civil with him.
"Please." His brows rose, the desperation so precisely performed you could almost believe it. "I just want a minute."
You let a sigh escape. "Thank you, Fernando. Denise." You waved without turning, heard their murmured acknowledgments, as you led Ormund toward a small room on the ground floor. One for potential embarrassments that could not be allowed upstairs.
The door clicked shut behind you. No windows. Fluorescent lights that made your skin look bloodless and his eyes more pale than you remembered.
"It's good to see you working like this again." A small smile appeared. "Powerful woman. Sexy."
You could not determine if this was flattery or indictment. With Ormund, the two had always been indistinguishable. "I have an endless amount of work today and I'd like to be out of here in time for the kids' pre-school graduation so—"
His head moved, brow furrowing slightly. "I didn't know that was today."
"Of course not." You leaned against the door, your spine finding the cool wood through the thin silk of your blouse. "The only child you think about is the twenty-year-old you're marrying. What do you want, Ormund?"
The laugh escaped him, breathy and surprised, as if you had made a joke he hadn't expected. "The wedding is off."
"Wow." You allowed yourself the smallest smile, the kind that showed teeth without reaching anything else. "You managed to scare off a fourth Mrs. Hightower and in record time. Good for her."
"I left her." He stepped closer, close enough that you caught the scent of his cologne, familiar, warm, and infuriating in equal measure. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
You said nothing. You gave nothing. He continued.
"I fucked up. Really fucked up. I—" His hand rose, fell back to his side. "I want you back. I want to come back home."
content: Maybe if you say this is the last time enough you will finally mean it.
words: 3.2k
cw: MDNI 18+ p in v, fingering, car sex, possessiveness, toxic situationship themes, mentions of infidelity, reader lowkey makes poor decisions, literally Daemon just sabotaging every man reader tries to replace him with, not proofread, lmk if I missed any
a/n: uncle dragon daddy welcome to julez world
April
Your phone buzzed again, but alas you tried to ignore it. Then again that was proving to be more and more difficult as every minute a new text. The man across from you watching as your eyes snapped down to the buzzing phone.
"You can answer it," he assured, his lips turning up in a tight lipped smile.
You nodded, picking up the device, "I am so sorry, Jacob," you apologized, looking through all the messages.
"Jason," he corrected quietly, but it went unheard to your ears
Daemon Targaryen
Please tell me that you did not actually go out with Jason Lannister.
His forehead is literally bigger than our old house.
His twin has also their shared brain cells.
He probably can't even pronounce our kids names correctly.
Who is watching the kids?
Caraxes is whining at the door
He misses you.
Tells me so himself every day.
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See. So depressed, needs you to come home.
You
That is because he likes me more than you.
We also do not share a home nor have we for over a year.
Daemon
Rude.
You never did answer me about Lannister.
You went to type back a snarky reply about how it was none of his business when you heard a coughing from across the table. Your eyes shot up to the man across from you, landing on his forehead.
"Do you need to go?" he asked.
Your eyebrows drew together before you met his eyes once more, "Huh?"
"I figured it was your sitter. You mentioned you had two kids."
"Three," you corrected. "Aegon, Viserys, and Visenya," you listed off.
"Right…" he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked around the restaurant, '"Daemon must have picked those names," he then said.
You scoffed, staring the man in disbelief,"What the fuck does he have to do with this?" you questioned, your anger rising at the mention of the man before you could stop yourself.
You had been divorced from Daemon for over a year, and separated even longer though he refused to acknowledge either of those facts. He still seemed to insert yourself in your life. Showing up randomly for dinners, staying longer after he dropped the kids off, and ending up in your bed after every failed attempt at a date.
"Oh, nothing!" his eyes widened, mouth opening and closing as he looked around at the people nervously as if he was afraid you were about to cause a scene of some sorts, which only pissed you off further. "I just mean they seem like very…" he trailed off for a moment before saying his next words filled with venom. "Targaryen names. Like Aegon, Viserys and Visenna seem more like something he would pick then you."
'Visenya," you corrected, through grit teeth, your body making the decision before you mind even could. You stood to your feet, a forced smile gracing your lips, "I gotta go," you reached down grabbing your bag, "I will call you to reschedule soon, Jacob," you lied, and you wondered if he could tell the way he flinched.
The cool spring even hit you as soon you pushed through the door, as you looked at your phone about to click to see if you could get a lift home. You then heard a whistling and your eyes immediately shot up, "You have got to be kidding me," you muttered, seeing Daemon outside, leaning against the side of his car.
He ignored the comment, but the grin on his face grew, "Did you drive here or would you like a lift home?"
And you should have said that you could find your own ride home. That was not what happened though, and due to…unforeseen circumstances you ended up pulled off onto the side of the road.
Your dress hiked up around your hips with Daemon's cock buried deep into you. Your nail cut down across the skin of his neck, splitting the skin causing him to let out a hiss as you moved back and forth, chasing your own high.
"You gonna cum all over my cock?" he asked, feeling you clench around him, knowing you like the back of his own hand. He sat up, his hands wrapping around your back pulling you closer as you felt the steering wheel drive into your ass.
"Yeah you are. Go ahead, sweetheart let go for me," he whispered,looking up at you, his eyes filled with a sense of awe as he watched you.
You tried to hold off, merely to prove him wrong, but everything was too much. Your orgasm calmed you insistently, much like most things that included Daemon Targaryen. He followed you moments later, with a victorious smile on his lips as he filled you to the brim with his seed as if that was still his right to do so.
Your ragged breaths filled the car, as you stared down at him, and for a moment you forgot what life was like. You ran your hands through the strands of his short hair, staring down at him.
But then he opened his mouth, and brought you back to reality just like he managed to do every single time, "I thought we weren't doing this anymore," he teased, staring up at you, his hands moving up and down your sides soothingly like he knew you liked.
"Fuck you," you muttered, looking away from him, but you felt him chuckle beneath you. "This is the last time," you insisted, your hand reaching out to try and steady yourself, but it merely slipped down the foggy window.
His cock continued to twitch inside you, his spent now leaking out over the sides. He reached up, cupping the side of your face, turning you to face him, a softer expression in his face that he only seemed to get after sex, "I doubt that," he replied honestly.
You rolled your eyes, immediately pulling off him moving to the passenger seat, "Take me home. You can pay the sitter," you said, turning your knees facing the door.
June
The glorious Dornish sun beat down on your skin as you lounged out enjoying the nice weather the holiday was currently providing you with. You watched your three children playing in the sand together with a smile.
You felt your phone buzz from your side, picking it up to check the notification when the man from beside you finally decided to speak for the first time in twenty minutes, ending the beautiful streak of silence he had been providing you with.
"Who are you texting?" Daemon asked, his neck craning slightly as if he would be able to read the thread you had just opened form his spot a few feet away.
You rolled your eyes, finishing out your text, "You are aware you are not my husband right?" you asked, turning to look at him pushing your sunglasses down to the tip of your nose.
He grinned at you, the same one that still caused something inside you to flutter, "You are on vacation with my family seems pretty husbandly to me," you countered with a shrug, pushing his own sunglasses down to mimic you.
You rolled your eyes, "Rhaenyra invited me and the children. You just showed up."
He laughed, as if he was proud of himself,
"Who are you texting?" he asked again.
"Kids! Why don't we head back so we can have a bath before supper!" you called out, ignoring him standing to your feet, "Don't worry about your toys!" You then turned looking to your ex-husband, "Your dad said he would love to pick them all up for you!"
You had put the kids to sleep four hours ago when you found yourself in the hall after sitting sitting in the dining room finishing up last minute work and checking your emails. The Targaryen Summer Home, was big enough that you forgot often there was a whole different family staying with you. As you had not seen a single soul for the last few hours, though if you had to guess you would assume everyone was asleep by now.
All except one it appeared.
Daemon sat outside your door, and if you had to guess he had been sitting there waiting for you. "You look like a lost puppy," you commented, raising an amused brow as you approached him.
"I have been so bored waiting for you to finish with whatever boring thing you were working away on this time of night," he replied pushing himself to his feet.
Your eyes swept over his outfit noticing he was still wearing the same one from earlier, "So instead of being normal and coming to see me in the kitchen you sat outside my door waiting hours for me to come to bed."
He shrugged leaning against the wall, "I did not want to disturb you when you were working. I value my life too much for that," he joked causing you to roll your eyes.
You turned toward him, leaning against the closed door of your provided room, "What do you want, Daemon?" you asked plainly.
The man did not answer instead his eyes dragged over your face, and before you could even process it his mouth was on yours. He switched your possessions, pushing you back against the wall.
Your mouth responded because of muscle memory, or at least that is what you would blame it on tongiht instead of your poor decision making.
His mouth moved down your throat, nipping at the flesh as he kicked your legs apart from the other. You let out a breath as his hands moved down your sides, before he pushed your sleeps shorts to the ground.
"Daemon," you warned, as he left you in only your sleep shirt and panties, but he ignored you, grinning into your beck as he lifted his head meeting your eyes.
"Who were you texting earlier?" he asked, lifting his knee to come between yours keep them separated.
Now should have been when you reprimanded him that you were in a very public hallway, with your children sleeping down the hall, but alas that was not what came form your lips, "None of your fucking business."
"Yeah?" he asked, his fingers trailing up your thighs causing goosebumps to follow in his wake. Your breaths growing faster by the minute as you held his eye contact in challenge, "Yeah
His hands moved slipping your panties to the side, before he let out a satisfied sound as he ran his fingers through your soaked folds, "Tsk. Tsk. You are soaked already."
"Shut up and fuck me or leave me alone," you bit back, already tried of his games this evening.
His grin only widened further at your irritation, "Your awful demanding," he tsked, but his hands moved opening the door, before he guiding you back into your room.
"You like that about me if memory serves."
"Oh, I do. Are you going to run the show tongiht?" he asked, pushing you back toward the bed, his hands moving to remove his top layer of clothing as you did the same.
"Don't I always? Thing would fall to diaster if you were in charge.
He grinned, leaning down to kiss you again, but you stopped him for am moment, "This is the last time," you told him, and though he would usually make a comment back, but he was to eager to bed you.
Though this time did feel different, something he could not really put his finger on. It was slower, more intimate and not just teeth clashing at each other and trying to claim control. It felt more like the love you once shared pouring into the other rather than the angry fucking that had been taking place the last year.
Especially when it was all over, and you leaned up kissing him softly, letting your mouth linger as if you were truly saying goodbye, but he did not believe you. Not fully, but as the weeks passed and nothing more came of it he did wonder if that was truly the last time.
August
Daemon did not even know you were coming to this event tongiht, let alone with a date. A Stark, he could not even remember the name he was told not that you had even introduced the two yet.
So he was left to his own devices on acquiring information. He was around your age maybe younger or maybe older he could not remember. He was handsome. Stern looking, appearing older then he was, and from what the man had managed to gather was more than likely exactly what you needed in your life.
He was stable. He was loyal, and looked at you as if you hung the moon, and by the Gods you seemed happy. You laughed, you smiled and there was a sense of ease that filled you one that had not been seen since your college days.
But he was not Daemon. No one would ever come close to replacing him in your life. His name should be tattooed across your forehead, maybe then the stupid Stark prick would not feel so comfortable flirting with you.
You looked gorgeous tongiht, not that you didn't everything night. And every time he tried to think about what was different tracked back to the man at your side. It was slowly driving him mad as he sat across the hall watching you intently, waiting for you to glance his way.
But you never did. Your eyes did not stray towards him, even though he knew you were well aware he was here. He believed deep down in his core that you could feel him when he entered any room, the very way he could feel you.
Finally he was given an opportunity from some power of above it seemed when you handed your glass to your date and excused yourself. He waited a moment, allowing you to go ahead before he took his chance following after you.
He watched the black material of your dress move out of the hall itself, and into the main entrance before dipping down out of sights toward the bathrooms. He moving, to stand outside the door waiting for you, eyes flickering up and down the secluded hallway as he could hear the commotion of the event carrying on inside.
After what felt like forever to the man the door finally opened, and he could hear your immediate sigh when you locked eyes on him, "Daemon," you greeted, as you moved outside.
He took a step forward, while you immediately took one back, and it hurt more then he would ever want to admit. "Your date is cute. Where did you meet this one?" he asked, as if he were actually interested in the man rather than planning ways to get rid of him as each minute passed.
You hesitated. He could see it clear as day on your face, being able to read you like a book, "His son is in Viserys class," you answered.
Then it suddenly hit the man. You had met him at a class event, one more than likely that he had missed or skipped out on purposefully. He felt as if his throat was closing in around him at the thought, but he remained composed on the outside.
"Right."
You stared at him a moment, as if you were waiting for the shoe to drop. You nodded, "Well. He is nice. I am sure you would like him if your ego would allow it," you told him, there was a certain edge to your voice, showing just how wary of this conversation you were.
"Has he met the kids yet?" he then asked.
"Well, yes. He had met the kids before we had even started dating," you answered honestly, but the title felt like a stab to the chest.
He was not just a man testing the waters out, here on a date. You had been dating for several months he would guess, and if he had to put money on it he would assume he was the reason you had not been with Daemon since Dorne.
You stared at him obviously waiting for him to say something more, but he did not."Goodbye, Daemon," you finally said turning to leave, having had enough of whatever the hell this was.
"When you are ready to leave just let me know," he called out then, his mouth working before his brain could stop himself.
You paused, turning back toward him slowly as you stepped toward him, "What?" you asked, clearly giving him the chance to take it back. To be the bigger man, and allow you some sense of happiness that you clearly fond in Stark.
But when had he ever been the bigger man? When had he ever acted logically, especially in regards to you replacing him?
"Well, I am assuming that after this you will need some real pleasure after weeks of bore," he said with a shrug, ignoring everything that you had been stating prior.
You stare at him in disbelief, before your hand came up connecting with his cheek, "Is this some fucking game to you?"
He did not turn back to look at you, causing you to reach up gripping his chin harshly, "If you didn't want me to be with anyone else then perhaps you should have been a better man," you hissed, finally reaching the end of your patience.
"That's not fair," he whispered, his voice sounding more hurt then he had meant to.
"And you know what is not fair. Sitting at home with three sleeping children wondering where the fuck you are at three in the morning, seeing articles about the different woman that tabloids were speculating you were sleeping with because you decided to go out in party instead of coming home to dinner, or how about coming home to find another woman in my own bed?" you listed off.
You let out a laugh, but it lacked any real humor, "What about when I had three children back-to back to back and went through postpartum pretty much alone or comforting Aegon, Viserys and Visenya who cry every night when bedtime happens because their dad is not home to tuck them in does any of that seem fair to you, Daemon?"
Your voice shook, as the tears collected in your eyes, your grip on his chin tightening with each example, "I am sorry," he whispered, voice raw, full of meaning, but it was too late.
"Sorry is not even close to good enough anymore. I am fucking done with you, Daemon. Grow the fuck up," you let go of his cheek, staring at him a moment, the tears that had collected in your eyes falling down your cheeks. Before pushing out a forced laugh then turning leaving him alone.
Just like he had been lately. Alone in the car. Alone in the giant house that still held reminders of your family. With a dog that whined at the door all day, because even he would rather be with you and feel your love again.
All because he was too stubborn to admit all the feelings that circulated through his brain, and instead self destructed like he always had. When would he ever learn?
Probably never, because he was sure all his chances were gone out the door now.
I just read your radiologist!aemond fic (which was lovely and I’m so obsessed) but now I can’t stop thinking about radiologist!aemond x stressed!surgeryresident!reader who is still too junior and can’t read a CT but spends too much time in the reading room harrassing the radiologist overnight who she may or may not have a crush on…
i love some good radiology department representation over here 😅 i'm glad you enjoyed!!
may i present for your consideration: radiologist aemond x stressed ortho surgery resident who definitely needs help with this very simple transverse fracture and oh, mr radiologist sir, what am i looking at here? which he finds endlessly annoying because he can tell ortho bro is playing dumb.
or, alternatively - radiologist aemond x er doctor who won't stop ordering pan scans on every patient who walks in the door, but it's pure hate and nothing else
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i NEED a slow burn series that is at least 100k+ words about modern!AKOTSK or modern!HOTD X reader, that is succession coded. you don’t understand i need to be FED PLEASEEEE💔💔💔💔
