House of the Dragon

Team Black | Team Green

pedal to the metal (cregan s. modern hotd pwp o.s.)

pairing : Cregan x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC)

warnings : MDNI PWP, hate sex babyyy! cunnilingus (creg's a munch, let's talk about it), p-in-the-v, doggystyle, sex in a public place, misogynistic language/illusions, brat taming, general yummy stuff

word count : 3,500+

note : two updates? in less than two weeks? who is sheeee. but actually, i have a nasty sinus infection and i feel like a hot air balloon so any love from ya'll would cure me. all my love, always xx

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"How much do I owe you?"

"Your money's no good here." Cregan rumbles, letting his eyes roam leisurely down the enchanting bends and blooms of Ysilla's body. 

divine timing, or something like it (alpha!aemond targaryen x omega!oc)

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC)

warnings : ABO dynamics (which imo, comes with obvious dubious consent), dreams of knotting, the standard Targcest good times that is my bread & butter

word count : 6,000+

note : i can't believe this thing is actually seeing the light of day and (hopefully) breaking me out of my writer's block. hope ya love it, idc if ya hate it <33

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Gods, she can't fucking breathe.

Ysilla gasps wildly, one desperate inhale after another. She rips at the soft sweetheart rise of her dress' neckline with frenzied hands, nails sharp and fraying the delicate stitchings. Good, let her ruin it then, if the soaking rush of slick that's wetting her thighs hasn't stained the fabric beyond measure already.

"mummy won't be too happy 'bout this one." aemond knocks his niece in the chin gently, smirking at the way her eyes grow to dinner plates.

"it won't ruin my life or anything, will it?" it's cute how nervous she looks. 

aemond shrugs, busying himself with prepping his setup. "it might get you kicked out of uni."

ysilla's buffering silence before she smacks him on the arm has him laughing out loud. she's always been a bit too gullible for her own good. 

"it's a tongue piercing, princess, not a face tattoo. relax."

she doesn't respond with anything snappy, only rolls her shoulders back and exhales a long breath through her nose, and it dawns on him that she's near fucking terrified.

he squeezes her knee, the denim skirt she has on leaving everything past her mid thigh bare. her skin is soft, like silk. “hey, if you really want to be a rebel, we can always go a little further south.” it's a joke and it does the job, a shocked smirk replacing the worried frown she had worn.

ysilla scoffs, “i’m not piercing my clit, aemond, holy shit.” 

he most certainly is not thinking of his niece’s clit. aemond shakes his head, and the thought rattles in between his temples.

“i meant your nipples- get your mind out of the gutter, kid.” 

“m’not a kid.” ysilla grumbles, crossing her arms in a pout. aemond sighs- princess is such an apt nickname for her. he tears open the sterile packing, the fourteen gauge glinting under the fluorescents in his shop. he settles in between her knees, and nudges her chin up.

"open up, baby."

he’s closer than is necessary, or maybe he only thinks that because this is his niece and there's always an edge of badwrong to his thoughts when they're together. he doesn't let himself dwell on the family flaw (the fact that they're family tree is more like a circle).

her jaw unhinges, her tongue lolling out, pink and slick against the crisp white of her teeth. aemond goes on autopilot- clamping the muscle in place, checking his placement, and getting her to breathe for him before he follows through on what she's begged him to do since she turned sixteen.

ysilla’s thighs clench around his waist, eyebrows springing together in a scrunch as the needle passes through the wiggly flesh of her tongue. but even still, she sits there and takes it like a good girl. she doesn't even make a peep. his pride is warm and he welcomes it.

"i know it’ll be quite hard for you, but not talking will help with the swelling.” aemond chuckles at the dirty look she pins him with. “the first three days are rough but after that, it’s a breeze. yogurt, ice pops, soft shit will be good for the first few days, but you can start normal foods again before the week is up.”

he removes the clamp, watching as she retracts her tongue, letting it roll thickly around her mouth. he tears off his gloves, the rubber snapping sharply and he tosses it all into the bin. 

“no smoking, no drinking, and no oral sex.”

“awww, man. thwere go my dwinner pwans.” ysilla lisps, grinning with blood tacky teeth. aemond rolls his eye, slapping her gently on the thigh. the sound echoes off the hardwood and ignores the rush of blood roaring in his ears.

"if you change your mind about your nipples, let me know."

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