𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 [𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 [𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐢]

pairing: aegon targaryen ii x fem!reader

summary: aegon seeks comfort from you

content warnings: implied nightmare, a lil bit of crying, a whole lot of hurt/comfort, feelings ugh

no judgements i beg i have a soft spot for emotionally crippled emos. also i know this will flop but i had an idea and ran w it so i’m committed. and as always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

“y/n…”

you roll over at the rasping voice in your doorway. “mmh.”

the door creaks as aegon pushes it closed behind him; steady footsteps advance on you as your body naturally unfolds to make room for his broadness. you feel his heat, the blankets lifting at the corner as he works his way into your side; you shuffle over in the king sized bed, already knowing what he desires.

he needles his way beneath your arm and sniffles. his bare torso is cold against your own warm skin.

“come here,” you murmur, not wanting him to catch a chill. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as you cradle his cheeks, all the while dotting tender kisses against his face, damp with tears. “what is it, hm?” he shakes his head, reaching to twirl the ends of your hair in his large fingers.

you sit up, propping yourself against the various pillows and coaxing him up into your arms.

his head lolls as he gazes up at you through blonde lashes, almost invisible until the sunlight catches them. your own hand travels up to brush stray strands of hair out of his face.

“what did you do to my guard?” you giggle. aegon’s brows knit until a deep crease forms in his porcelain skin. you smooth it with the pad of your thumb.

“i just… suggested he take a walk.”

“at two in the morning?”

a beat of silence follows. your smile slowly fades as his lips part to speak.

“do you love me?” a question often asked; one often unanswered by the person he craved to hear it from the most.

“i do. more than anyone.” you pinch his chin, not meanly, just enough to encourage his eyes to yours in the dimly lit chambers. “i swear it.”

you press a sweet kiss to his lips, pushed into a gorgeous pout that makes you giddy with affection. “do you love me?” you ask. a rebuttal.

he nods shakily; then again, firmer. “more than anyone.”

“good,” you say. his eyelids start to drop as he settles in your arms and presses his nose to your neck. you press lips to the top of his head as his cheek squishes against the juncture of your shoulder. his fierce grip around your waist borders on discomfort.

“gentle, aegon.” you murmur. he mumbles something indiscernible but loosens his hold nonetheless. his flaxen tresses fall around his face in a halo and soon his breathing evens and deepens. it’s not long before you’re exhausted as well.

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imagine a “bimbo” gf with osamu and she’s just like “i’m not dumb i just act stupid to get fucked” cuz she’s such a slut xx

I hate that you literally described me- also this was supposed to be like 200 words max. I accidentally turned it into one whole fic. Not sorry tho (not proofread, I'm on vacation 😫😫)

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Imagine A “bimbo” Gf With Osamu And She’s Just Like “i’m Not Dumb I Just Act Stupid To Get

"So where's this new intern ya keep talkin' bout?" Atsumu's grinning ear to ear as he steps into his brother's shop, eyes roaming around to catch a glimpse of the new pretty intern that has his brother so passionate about his work all of a sudden.

"She's probably in the back," Osamu tells his brother, brows furrowing a bit since he keeps telling you to stay in front and always take orders instead of helping in the kitchen. You're a pretty little thing- he can't help but grin at the idea of making those short skirts you wear your uniform, you pull a lot of customers, too, and that pretty little head of yours isn't much of use as a cashier or in the kitchen.

As you spot your boss walking in the shop, Osamu can't help but laugh at the way you drop the plates you were just holding to run and greet him. "Osamu-san!" You smile at the man, your hands fitting the hem of your tight little skirt that doesn't leave much to the imagination. "Welcome!"

"Oh," Atsumu grins at his brother, it's no surprise a dumb little girl like you had his interest. Osamu was always rather into dumber girls. "So that's the reason you've been taking 30-minute showers lately, is it?"

"Shut yer trap."

Both twins watch you run across the room, clumsily running into things before you finally arrive to your boss' booth. "Osamu-san!" You chirp and fuck does he love it when you call him that. "Welcome!"

You're so effortlessly hot, it's as if every move of yours is calculated to rile the man up, always flashing him in the most inconveniently convenient ways, giving him boners he has to take care of in the bathroom almost every day at work. But Osamu knows well that can't be true, you're too dumb to think that ahead, aren't you?

"Mornin', Y/N." He shifts in his seat a bit when you lean against the table, your leg dangling right in front of his eyes and your skirt hiking up-

"Y-you- you look just like-" your eyes wide and mouth agape, your surprised gaze falls on the bottle blond next to Osamu.

"Yer boss?" Atsumu laughs at your expression, quirking a brow at you and winking. "I'm his future self, ya can say I'm better, as well."

"Shut it, idiot." Osamu gives the man a cold glare before turning back to you. "He's my twin."

"Ah," you nod dumbly, cluelessly, before looking back at the kitchen. "I think I have to go back to work now, but it was nice to meet you, Atsumu-san." You tell the man before hopping back off from the table, rushing to the kitchen as you sway your hips for both men to watch.

"She's cute." Atsumu comments at his brother watching you with an intent gaze. "Such a good actor, too."

"What?"

"She's lying." Atsumu raises his brows at his brother, pushing an Onigiri in his mouth. "When you play dumb all yer life, ya can tell too when someone's actin' dumb."

"Ya know, Atsumu told me somethin' rather interestin' today."

"Y-yeah?" You try to react, but the way Osamu's hands keep rubbing you over your panties has every word pulled from your mind, leaving you with no thought but his rough fingers. "What'd he say?"

"Hm," Osamu humms against your skin, his lips leaving dark marks on your neck and jaw, making you rock your hips on his fingers, "that ma dumb, pretty litt' intern isn't as dumb as she seems."

The way your body freezes under his touch, going limp with shock is enough answer for him, but he wants to hear it from you. His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling on it to make you whimper, as well as giving himself access to more of your pretty neck. "Is that true, doll? Do ya really have thoughts in that pretty head of yers?"

"I'm-" you lose your words when his lips latch on to your skin, teeth grazing the bruises he just made. His fingers that were pushing into you from over your panties cup your pussy, making you melt into his body, your back flush against his chest, your ass right on his cock.

"actin' dumb, 'that it? Like a little whore, givin' every men around ya a boner, acting so dumb, none suspects yer doin' it intentionally." Osamu laughs against your skin. "Ah, can't have you fooling everyone like that, can we now? Guess I'll have to fuck the thoughts out myself, then."

"Osamu-saan-" you whimper, wiggling your ass right on his cock pressing against you. "Osamu-san, fuck me already, please!"

"Fuck," he laughs behind you, making you squirm even more. His hand comes to graphic your tits, squeezing and kneading them and making your knees buckle. "Beggin' so pretty, so needy for some good fuck, is it?"

His free hand finally pushes his pants down, letting his cock spring free. You can't see it, but even the feeling of him hot and hard right beneath your pussy is enough to have you mewling for him.

"Always pressin' this pretty ass on me, bending in front of me to give me a show," He rubs the head of his cock on the entrance, teasing you with a laugh. "I always thought it was just 'cause yer a stupid, clueless little girl."

His hand comes down as a harsh slap on your ass, making you whimper and press your ass closer on his cock. "Turns out ya were just a fucking whore."

He finally, finally pushes himself in you, he's fucking huge- fucking the breath out of your lungs as he keeps trying to push himself in you, stretching you around him so much that tears well in your eyes. "Mmh, fuck- fuck!"

"Shh," Osamu groans behind you, his thumb circling your clit to make it easier for you, even though when he's not even halfway in you, you feel like you're full to the brim. "Yer takin' me so well, doing so good, doll, fu-ah-fuck."

"Such a slut, look how much yer stretching around me- relax baby, holy shit." You keep clamping down on him, his words making you feel dizzy, the stretch reducing you to a dumb little doll as he finally bottoms down. Mouth open, drool running down your chin, mixing with your tears. You whimper when he kisses your lips, his tongue tracing your gaping mouth and groaning when you moan.

"'s too big-" you cry, hands turning into little fists on the wall you're trying to get support from it. "You're too big, Osamu-san!"

"Fuck, look at you," Osamu pulls away, eyes half-open as he drinks your stupid expression in, laughing when you whimper as he gives you an experimental thrust, "maybe 'tsumu was wrong, maybe yer really just a dumb fucking slut."

"Please-"

"Come on, say it louder, doll." Osamu orders you, fingers squeezing your cheeks together and making your lips pucker, "beg for ma cock, beg some more, it's all yer good for, anyway."

"Nngh- please!"

"Good God," Osamu finally starts pushing himself in and out, a steady rhythm making it impossible for you to stay on your legs. "So fucking tight!"

"A wan'ed to do this for so long," he groans, "wanted to bend you over and fuck you to see if you could get any dumber. Maybe get you to a point where you can't even talk?" His hand grabs you by the chin, turning your face to meet his. "Think ya can do that? Be a good girl and let me fuck you dumb?"

"A-ah, yes, sir." You nod stupidly, not even sure to what, at this point. "Yeah?" Osamu laughs, well aware you're not taking a word he says, "good girl, what a dumb little whore for me, getting fucked by your boss in the back of the shop, not embarrassed if anyone can hear you, are you?"

You don't answer, your face smushed against the wall, drooling all over yourself as you can only try and stay sane at your boss splitting you open against the wall of the shop you intern.

"It's okay, sweet girl, ya don't gotta worry," he finally tells you, hips thrusting into you over and over, having you squirm around his cock, crying against the wall, "a won't let all your hard work go to waste, I'll make sure I'll fuck you well enough to have that dumb girl act become a reality."

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