#rhaenyra targaryen modern

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Pearls

pairing: sugar mommy rhaenyra x reader x alicent age warning: 18+ only! interactions alternate universe: modern au, sugar mommy au summary: Three women, two purses and one whirlwind affair behind your best friend's back. It was never supposed to go past your uni accommodation but suddenly a set of pearls look very appealing...will you bite the bait? warnings & kinks: edging, mommy kink, cunnilingus, light bondage, strap-on pronouns: she/her anatomy: afab parts: 1, 2, 3 /? dividers by: cafekitsune wordcount: 3,354

A/N: okay i know this is probably a lot later than you expected but it's here! i feel kinda nervous about posting again since it's been quite a long while since i posted a finished one-shot so interaction is very welcome and i hope you enjoy 😭 ♡ okay also the feather won't entirely make sense unless you have seen what it is based on which is this

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It’s not anxiety that twists in her gut as Rhaenyra Targaryen sits in the parlour. She sighs and swishes the deep red wine in her mouth. It runs over her tongue like the embodiment of wet desire. She relishes the slight bitterness but anticipation is stirring in her gut. She pouts childishly at the crystal glass cup while she listens (barely) to Alicent rearranging her cupboards in the kitchen. “–it blatantly does not make sense for your mugs to be in the same place as Joffrey’s cereal. We do not want to give him another excuse to try his coffee versus milk experiment. I don’t even want to comprehend where Daemon has put hi–” “She’s not here yet.” Rhaenyra interrupts with a whine and tosses her head back. Alicent rolls her eyes and checks her watch. 18:45 pm. She scoffs at her jittery lover. “It isn’t even seven yet. What university students do you know that are on-time? Certainly not Jacaerys and definitely not Aegon! I’m lucky that Daeron is taking an apprenticeship.” “But she is always early, it’s one of the things I like about her.” Alicent raises her brows. “That she is early?” “Yes!” Alicent’s hands rest on her hips and she sighs. “Because she is early, you want to drag those little screams out of her?” Rhaenyra rolls her eyes, which is the moment her girlfriend begins to pounce. Alicent leans closer to the aristocrat, the run of her cleavage following her. “Because she is early, your fingers slither up her thighs?” “Yes!” Rhaenyra’s eyes make contact with Alicent’s bosom as she exclaims her answer. Silence pitters before a snort escapes the woman with chestnut hair and Rhaenyra begins to smirk in amusement. Alicent slowly cups her lover’s face, tilting it upward. A teasing grin tilts Rhaenyra’s lips. “I love you.” She says slowly. “I love you too.” The Targaryen returns the sentiment with a lilt before Alicent dips down to kiss her pink lips. Alicent’s long nails glide up Rhaenyra’s jaw. “Good.” She breathes into her mouth, tongue preparing to slip past the seam of her lips but then just as she is teetering the edge, a familiar bell sounds. Instead of lessening the tension, it encourages it. The grin transfers. “I believe we have a guest.” She then sighs, rubbing a slow circle on Rhaenyra’s jaw as her silver haired companion slides a palm up her waist. “I believe we do.” She agrees. 

You stand outside the large building, eyes scanning up, scaling the walls and anticipating the tension. You were reluctant to wear the clothes delivered to your apartment just four days prior; the pink dress pressing against your body like a second skin, a white fur jacket and kitten heels because in truth you hadn’t expected your relationship with the CEO of Iron Throne Industries, your best friend’s mother, to progress so far. For her to begin utterly spoiling you. This made the ‘your mama’ jokes from first year so much worse. You shake your head at the thought and swallow, digging your opal teeth into your lower lip. Then the door swings open and your head snaps to it. Your eyes are wide as you take in the sight. Rhaenyra is smiling that sly grin, her palm perched on the long doorway, the other cupping a wine glass while her body is wrapped in scarlet and coal. The dark and rouge velvet of her blazer washes over her shoulders like gushing water and you bite down harder. Sharp pain shoots through the flesh beneath your teeth but you don’t care because your stomach is twisting in ribbons of lust. The outline of her crimson lipstick sticks to her glass. “Good evening.” She greets, eyes carnivorous and tempting through thin slits. Your sights track along her ruby nails then blink the distraction away to stutter back. “Good evening, mommy.” You near-gulp as tingles shoot across your flesh. She tilts her head, all too aware of the effect she wields over you as skilled as a swordsman. “Why don’t you come inside?” She suggests, letting her tongue run over her lips as she tempts you with glistening eyes. Hesitation grapples your weak ankles for a moment but you both know you are far too deep to stop now and why would you want to? The fun is only beginning… 

Alicent is slung across a plush black armchair, her legs winding at the arm of it. Your eyes instantly widen and you step back in surprise, your back hitting your girlfriend’s chest. She slowly creeps her hands onto your hips. “Miss Hightower!” You exclaim but she only chuckles at you while Rhaenyra hangs your coat. She has a long, shining pearl necklace that dips between her breasts. “Hello, dear.” Alicent’s sultry voice slithers off her tongue. “I was hoping you would be joining us tonight, one of us was starting to get a little impatient.” Her eyes cut to Rhaenyra as her lips twitch up into a winding smirk. Your face washes in rouge. “Well who could blame me?” She retorts, gravel in her throat as the intensity grows. The chestnut vixen raises her brows, amusement smooth across her expression. A pink hue washes over your face, it feels as though you are a sliver of fabric between them. Alicent stands, gracefully as ever, and approaches with a long smirk. Her cinnamon eyes flicker over your face, her hand also rising to cup your cheek. She turns it in her grasp. “My love was right, you are definitely the prettiest of Jacaerys’ friends.” You swallow at the mention of him, tensing. “Don’t worry.” She coos, leaning to kiss your cheek. “You would much rather one of us take care of you, wouldn’t you?” Her sweet, lilting voice almost distracts you from Rhaenyra’s hand which is sliding up your thigh. Her nails catch on the soft pink fabric of your short dress. “Is this the one that I bought for you?” She asks, grinning as her breath teases deliciously at your ear. Her words are mere whispers but they send a tremble over your flesh. “I told you that she was a good girl, didn’t I?” Alicent hums in agreement, on her palms laying to rest atop your hip. She squeezes it gently. “You like that do you?” Alicent tests with a purr, her wicked grin extending across her face. “Being our good girl? Our sweet, gorgeous girl? Gonna be so good for us?” You can’t speak, the breath catching in your throat so you just nod, eyes falling shut as easily as an autumn leaf. “Oh you like that do you?” Rhaenyra chuckles, stopping her hand cruelly just short of your core. 

A gentle whine passes your lips petulantly as Rhaenyra’s fingers rub slow teasing circles and Alicent begins playing with the skin-tight fabric at your side. “Do you like Paris?” ALicent asks, delighting in the mewl you emit. “Be a good girl for us and we’ll take you there. We have a work trip coming up, don’t we, dearest?” Rhaenyra nods, nibbling at your neck and finally driving her fingers up to swirl over the thin pad of underwear beneath your cunt. A mewl of approval drips from your tongue. “You can be a good girl, can’t you?” Another nod tips your head but this time, Alicent’ hand reaches up into your hair and tugs it back. A gasp hitches from you and a pleasant tingle runs up your neck as Rhaenyra presses wet lips to the soft flesh. She sucks a deep maroon mark while your hands fumble at thin air for support. Alicent moves her hand away from your side to grasp one of yours, she squeezes it with a chuckle rumbling through her throat. “We could visit the Louvre,” Alicent coos, brushing back your hair and playing with the strands. “Have breakfast outside the Eiffel Tower, perhaps attend our events in the evening–” “Though you might struggle to escape me.” Rhaenyra purrs. “There is nothing I’d like better than to bend you over some pretty little railing looking out at the stars.” Alicent chuckles at the shiver that runs down your spine. “I knew you would like that idea.” Alicent pulls away only briefly but it flutters your eyes open all the same. 

When you see her approach again, a familiar glass stamped with crimson lipstick is greeting you with the temptation of a sly snake. “Drink.” She demands, Rhaenyra taking it between her fingers to dip it between your plush lips. Alicent slowly slithers her hand up your thigh. “And to think this almost went to waste.” Rhaenyra tuts, watching as your throat bobs. There is something else that she would much rather you drink. She strokes your cheek and it isn’t long until your back is being pressed into the winding sofa, The soft velvet runs goosebumps along your warm skin, Rhaenyra’s hands squeeze your thighs, parting them with ease while Alicent kisses up your neck, your jaw, your cheek–anything she can reach. Her hot breath flows over you, tingles shoot up your spine. Lips kiss up your thigh and suddenly a chuckle bursts from your lover’s lips. “I knew you would be wet for me.” She purrs, tongue dipping out to glide over the slick greeting her. When she sees it invading your thin black thong, her index flicks under the fabric. She pulls it down, licking her lips at the sight of your mound. Alicent moves down to straddle your stomach, hands framing your face as Rhaenyra plays with you. A gasp parts your lips, her fingers are slightly cold from the glass and it tickles up your skin. Alicent chuckles and leans down to press your lips together. Just as your fingers are itching to line up her waits, a mewl slips from you. Rhaenyra tongue treads up your core. 

Alicent tuts slowly. “I thought you were our good girl but you’re being so loud.” A smirk creeps over her face. “Here, sweet girl, we wouldn’t want to get you in trouble…” She removes her hand to unwind the pearl necklace from her neck, dipping her finger between her breasts to fish it out. It swings in the air with the gentleness of a breeze but she doesn't give it much time before letting it fall in a line into your mouth. Your breath hitches as your teeth latch onto them. “We simply must get you more of these.” Alicent chuckles before diving back to lay her lips against your neck, the pink marks blossoming. Rhaenyra’s patience wears thin and so her hands are quick to snatch either side of your dress and roll it up–just past your hips. Her fingers snap the opposing fabric of your thong and discard it with the ease of tossing old garbage. She supposes you will not be needing such things anymore anyway. Her lips lock around your clit, suck at the pearl but her tongue manages to slip inside your throbbing cunt. It teases with gentle ease, much like testing the limits of a new toy. 

Your fists clench at the fabric of Alicent’s silk dress, your brows furrow as your lover plays with you and you feel. Your back arches, A needy whine rips through your lips, Alicent chuckling at your neediness. The pearls jangle as your teeth bite down harder on the connecting chain. Slowly Alicent begins to rock her hips back and forth, a pearl of her own rubbing against your stomach with unkempt eagerness. “Keep making those sounds and a punishment will be in order.” She warns, smirking, but the words barely shoot through your ears. Your nipples pebble in sensitivity, almost resembling the sharp jewels that your girlfriend adorns so commonly along her fingers. Rhaenyra’s tongue and Alicent’s hips move in tandem. Pink lips continue to kiss up your neck, a trail of wetness in the marks she leaves behind. Her palms glide up your middle until they can trace up your arms. Tingles shoot along your skin as her nails trip on your goosebumps. Eventually her hands come up to clasp your hands above your head, she locks them and kisses along your jaw. Rhaenyra’s tongue tickles up your slit slowly, becoming gentle when she hears Alicent’s mewls begin to stutter. A whine threads through your mouth. “Don’t be greedy, pet.” She chastises with a chuckle. Alicent’s lips stop on your jaw to let out a high preening moan against your lips. Her intense russet eyes meet your own half-lidded sights which only pulls her higher up to her peak. Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip but she releases a yelp as a short resounding smack echoes around you. Rhaenyra tuts as she moves away from your heat and soothes Alicent’s backside with slow strokes of her palm. “That’s better.” She sings and kisses up the length of your new lover’s back until finally turning her neck in her hand to kiss against her lips with rough care. Slowly Alicent peels off your body and is followed by Rhaenya, their lips beginning to clash for dominance. 

Rhaenyra’s palms lock hard on Alicent’s hips and Alicent’s tangle like beasts into the river of Rhaenyra’s silver streaming hair. Your dazed gaze lands on them as their tongues dance in eagerness to argue despite no words. Instead, their lips smack and their teeth clash like swords…but when a soft whine leaves your lips, their shields come down. Their battle ceases long enough for their eyes to turn on you. Rhaenyra’s sharp eyes snap to you with an uncontrolled grace while Alicent’s glance over your face like a kitten exploring the jungle of her ancestors. “Don’t worry, pet.” She utters, a deep rumbling of gravel in her throat. “We haven’t forgotten about you just yet.” Rhaenyra’s body twists, her shoulders dropping and head tilting down so that her sights are almost predatory as they flit over your rumpled form. Your dress is hitched up and exposing the sensitivity between your legs, your lipstick is smeared and what once was matte is now wet and waiting. “And I hope you haven’t forgotten about this either.” You gasp as a long feather teases at your opening. Alicent chuckles and retorts. “How much was this again, sweetheart?” You tuck the lower of your lip between your teeth, the pearls begin to dribble down your form. She licks a stripe along her own as they do. “£110.” Rhaenyra answers smoothly, running the tickle up and down your tender flesh. A laugh escapes. “For that?” Alicent asks, almost aghast. “She claimed it ‘brightens the room’, almost refused to leave without it, my bratty girl.” Rhaenyra tuts and runs it down your body. “It might as well do something.” 

Like a tiger she creeps forward, Alicent wandering to the side, her hands plant on either side of the sofa and peel your legs back apart. A whimper leaves you but she doesn’t react, instead she slowly pries the pearls from your plump lips and skips them down from your cleavage to your core until they hit at your clit. A gasp hitches your breath and your thighs flinch. She leans forward to look at the dripping mess you have become and runs the necklace along it. “Do you know how long I was waiting for you and this pretty pussy?” She purrs as she toys with you, teasing up your slick slit. She lifts her other hand to slap it. You yelp with a start but she is quick to soothe the hit with her tongue. Her eye contact never strays–she knows your body better than you do. Then out of the corner of your eye you can see a familiar Rhaenyra turns her head with a devilish smirk and when your eyes follow her direction you almost gasp. In her hands is a long and thick crimson strap-on within her hands. She grins with temptation. Rhaenyra’s hand glides to take it from her and lower to strap it around herself. Alicent’s movements are slow and smooth as she wraps around you from behind. Her hands dip to reclaim the pearls but this time instead of pushing them into your mouth, she takes your wrists and latches them together. You swallow. “You gonna be good for mommy?” Rhaenyra asks with high brows but you can see the tinge of apprehension. You had done everything with her but not this and it was safe to say that rarely does Rhaenyra start small. And yet, much like how this affair started, you surprise yourself. It isn’t hesitation that tenses your body, it’s excitement. You nod, you nod with eager eyes and even more eager lust. Her eyes darken again and a smirk lifts her lips. “I knew you were my good girl.” She praises while Alicent’s lips descend onto your neck. 

Slowly, she plunges inside, the head of her cock running through your folds and tickling at your insides. Overwhelming fullness clenches your cunt and drinks the plastic in. A high moan is quickly swallowed as Alicent cranes your neck to slam her warm lips on yours. Her kiss is the opposite of delicate as her tongue pokes your mouth but there is a gentleness in her hand as it cups your face. Your legs ache as Rhaenyra pushes them further apart to give her access. She thrusts with animalistic fervour, as if in heat and desperate to probe even deeper. Alicent’s thumb lowers to rub at your pleading bud and delights in the breath that drives your lips into that beautiful shape. “Good girl,” Alicent coos as Rhaenyra pushes you closer and closer…Your head tosses behind you as intensity begs at you. Your bound hands lead your squirming to increase but when Alicent releases your face, she clutches at the side of your dress. It curls in her grasp as she squeezes the fabric. Rhaenyra’s hips rock back and forth, letting euphoria churn desperately. It is as though she is tying a knot in your lower stomach, tugging at every thrust but willing it to snap. To splinter, to break, to release. She wants to be the one who pushes you into your peak. The wet slapping of your cunt swallowing her in, doesn’t cease even as your slick splatters across your thighs. You can feel your binds even tighter on your skin. You can feel your resolve to keep quiet beginning to fracture. 

Finally the hold is too tight to deny and Rhaenyra grins down at you, her fingers hiking your knee up to fall over her shoulder. She presses forward to kiss along your collarbone. It is an understatement to say that you are stained in their lipstick kisses and claimant marks. “Release for me.” She breathes into your ear and finally it snaps. The tie breaks in time with the pearls which scatter across the floor with the sounds of loose change. Your arms fly apart as a tornado of euphoria sweeps you inside. “That’s it.” Alicent purrs as you tremble against her body. “That’s it.” Pleasure wraps around you as tight as a vine but it isn’t constricting; instead it carries the same comfort of her arms which sweep around you as Rhaenyra gently glides out of your glistening core. Your head turns as pleasurable shivers overwhelm your body. Your sights travel over the scattered pearls while Rhaenyra winds you between herself and Alicent, sandwiching you. Alicent squirms so that she can wrap her arms around your waist as if you are a teddy bear. “Oh sweet one, I hope you don’t think this was only a one time thing...” She coos. Her breath flutters over your collarbone which only reminds you of your endeavours. Her fingers carefully slink into yours and she squeezes your hand lightly. She finds a pearl strewn in the space between your fingers. She tuts. “We’ll have to get you some of your own, pet.” Your eyes don’t have the willpower to stay open as you nestle back into Alicent’s warm arms. With the scent of Chanel and Byredo thick in your nose, you finally rest. 

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[helaenatargaryencore]

They’re married and have ten kids and lots of pets and live in a huge manor/farm

[artgremlinart]

season 3 spoilers..

[814519]

when rhaenyra, alicent, and syrax joins baby helaena’s nap time!

(twt)

[fshfish]

modern butchfemme rhaenicent but theyre horsegirls ?!?

[athenasarahsstuff]

Who else saw this scene rewind it a few times to make sure this was baddie Aemond Targaryen. Raise your hand!! 🙌

[bismutting]

modern au rhaenyra taking her gf to parties at uni. it goes pretty much as expected

[lotharil]

spider-verse rhaenicent 1/4?

spider-nyra: after beaten up a really bad guy

alicent: say cheese 😆🤩🥰

tt/blsk: @lotharil

link to twt (i appreciate like & rt 030)

[irlplasticlamb]

lovergirls.

prints + merch + dm for commission info

[elore813]

modern au rhaenicent 🤌🏼

[jellolegos]

Hello! May I offer you the notion of modern Rhaenyra in a pantsuit in these trying times?

honestly i am never not thinking about it

to be joined by her lovely wife... maybe soon?

[daenystheedreamer]

rhaenyra in her dykemobile which im imagining as bella's truck from twilight but yellow (the number plate says SYRAXXX) rolling up to alicent's mansion putting her sunglasses on her head arm swung over the passenger seat honking the horn yelling BABE BABE BABE alicent hanging out her window yelling IM COMING five seconds late hurrying down the steps in a white fur jacket knee length skirt with stockings and penny loafers arms crossed going oh my god nyra they're gonna call the cops!!! rhaenyra deep throated laugh going aww babe ill fight them off alicent slipping into the car and sitting neatly all prim and proper hands in her lap very nervous and there's rhaenyra confident as ever hand on her chin pulling her in for the most disgusting PDA tongue kiss youve ever seen alicent blushing eyes closed rhaenyra smirking eyes open staring at otto hightower whos standing in the window eyes narrowed mouth like he's sucked a lemon unsmoked cigar in hand. he recognises the car as daemon's old busted up truck that used to be painted red with CARAXXXES number plate. used to have truck nuts on it but rhaenyra took them off and put a huge sticker of a pinup girl on the side like its a ww2 american plane. anyway do you guys see my vision.

[venusbyline]

I'm pretty sure Rhaenyra, Alicent, Daemon & Criston would be together in a very hot but kinda chaotic polyamorous relationship in some Modern AU

[artgremlinart]

I like to think this is what happened...

[814519]

rhaenyra’s (and helaena) shenanigans

(twt)

[hisfavegirl]

Your Jealous Reaction To They Gym Photo On Instagram.

Pairing : Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Daemon Targaryen, And Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Thanks To @zaldritzosrose For Letting Me Use Your Beautiful Dividers.

Aegon.

Your eyes narrowed as you scrolled through your feed, only to see Aegon’s latest post—a gym mirror selfie, shirtless, glistening with sweat, veins prominent, and that damn cocky smirk on his face.

But what really set you off were the comments.

“Oh my god, Aegon, just one chance, please.”

“I’d let him ruin my life.”

“Why is he getting hotter? This is unfair.”

“Imagine him pinning you down after a workout.”

Your grip tightened on your phone. Your jaw clenched. He had the audacity to post this and not even tell you?!

You stormed into the living room where Aegon was casually lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, clearly enjoying the attention.

“So, you’re a damn fitness influencer now?” you snapped, crossing your arms.

Aegon grinned, clearly loving your reaction.

“Jealous, baby?” He stretched out lazily, flexing on purpose, his toned stomach peeking out. “Didn’t think you cared what other people said.”

You huffed, tossing your phone onto the couch beside him.

“I don’t care about them. I care about you acting like some thirst trap model while I have to deal with all these girls throwing themselves at you in the comments.”

Aegon chuckled, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap before you could protest.

“Aww, is my girl mad that other people want me?” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement.

You glared at him, but your hands instinctively went to his shoulders, fingers digging in slightly.

“No,” you lied. “But maybe I should post something, too. A little revenge, you know?”

His grip on your waist tightened instantly.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, voice dropping.

You smirked, running your fingers along his collarbone.

“Why not? You get to show off, but I can’t?”

Aegon’s jaw ticked, his smirk faltering as he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Because,” he murmured, lips brushing against yours, “you’re mine. And I don’t want anyone else even imagining what’s only for me.”

Your stomach flipped, but you refused to let him win this easily.

“Then maybe you should start remembering that before you post gym thirst traps, hmm?”

Aegon laughed, low and deep, before flipping you onto the couch, pinning you beneath him.

“Noted, baby.” His eyes darkened as he leaned in. “Now, let’s see if I can make you forget all about those comments.”

And just like that, you lost the argument entirely.

Your Revenge To His Fan Girl? Absolutely Devastating.

The internet broke the moment Aegon’s post went live.

There it was—you, pressed against his bare chest, tangled up in his sheets, kissing him while he smirked against your lips. The photo was intimate, possessive, and undeniable proof that he was yours.

And the caption?

“Cry harder, ladies. She wins. Always.”

The fan girls lost their minds.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

“NOOOOO THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING.”

“SHE WON. WE LOST. I’M DELETING MY ACCOUNT.”

“I’m happy for you, but I’m also throwing up.”

“This should have been ME.”

“BLOCKED, REPORTED, I’M LEAVING THIS FANDOM.”

“Aegon, you’re such a WHIPPED MAN.”

Some were angry, some were devastated, and some were coping through pure delusion.

“They probably broke up already. He’ll be single soon, just wait.”

“This is just PR damage control, don’t panic.”

“I just know she forced him to post this.”

Meanwhile, Aegon? Loving every second of it.

He leaned back against the headboard, scrolling through the comments with a shit-eating grin, watching the chaos unfold.

“Damn, baby, you really made them spiral, huh?” He chuckled, tossing his phone onto the nightstand before pulling you back onto his lap.

You smirked, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“Good. Let them suffer.”

Because in the end, you won—and they knew it.

Aemond.

The second Aemond’s gym photo hit Instagram, you knew it was over.

Shirtless. Sweat dripping down his abs. Veins in his arms popping. That signature cold, unreadable stare that somehow made him look dangerous and sexy at the same time.

And the comments section? A mess.

“Aemond, PLEASE just give me a chance.”

“THIS is why I have trust issues.”

“The things I would do to him… I can’t even say out loud.”

“SIR, this is a public platform.”

“My knees just gave out.”

“Does your girlfriend even appreciate you the way we do??”

Oh, that last one? That one sent you into full-on jealousy mode.

You glared at your phone, arms crossed, while Aemond casually walked into the room, towel around his neck, smirking like he already knew.

“What’s got you pouting like that?” His tone was smug, teasing.

You snapped your head up.

“Oh, I don’t know, Aemond. Maybe the entire internet drooling over you?”

He chuckled, stepping closer.

“You jealous?”

You huffed, refusing to meet his gaze.

“I should post something to remind them you’re taken.”

That made his smirk grow. Oh, he loved this.

“Go ahead,” he murmured, brushing his lips against your ear, his hands sliding around your waist. “But if you really want to remind them… I can give you something better to post.”

Oh, he was insufferable. But he was yours.

And after tonight? The internet would know it, too.

The second you posted the photo, the internet went feral.

Aemond, his head resting against your bare chest, his silver hair spilling over your skin like silk. Your face? A picture of pure bliss, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in pleasure. His arm was wrapped around your waist, possessive, claiming.

And the caption?

“Mine. Stay mad.”

Chaos. Absolute chaos.

The comment section? A war zone.

“GIRL, YOU DID NOT JUST—”

“I’m actually sick. Physically sick.”

“This is so personal, and I was not prepared.”

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US??”

“Not even blurring his face??? YOU WANT US TO SUFFER??”

“I can’t believe I just witnessed history. She WINS.”

“Delete this before I collapse.”

“God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, and I AM NOT ONE OF THEM.”

“She didn’t just take Aemond… she made sure we’d never recover.”

Twitter was in shambles.

Group chats exploded.

Fan pages crumbled.

Some tried to cope.

“At least he looks happy. I guess.”

“No, because what does she have that we don’t?”

Others? Not so much.

“BLOCKED. MUTED. REPORTED. I CAN’T.”

“AEMOND TARGARYEN YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.”

And Aemond? He knew exactly what you were doing.

“Having fun, love?” His voice was amused as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you scroll through the chaos you caused.

You smirked, tilting your phone toward him.

“They’re losing their minds.”

Aemond just chuckled, walking over to press a slow, deliberate kiss to your lips.

“Good.”

Because at the end of the day? You won.

Jacaerys.

The moment you saw Jace’s new gym photo, your eyes narrowed.

He was standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin, arms flexed just enough to make it obvious. His hair was slightly damp, and that stupid, cocky smirk was plastered across his face.

And the caption?

“Morning workout. Who’s joining?”

The comments were insufferable.

“ME. PICK ME. CHOOSE ME.”

“I’ll literally pass away.”

“Sir, my heart rate just hit 200.”

“THIS IS SO DISRESPECTFUL TO US SINGLE WOMEN.”

“What are we supposed to do with this information??”

“You should be in jail, actually.”

Your jaw clenched. Oh, he thinks he’s funny.

Grabbing your phone, you stormed into the bedroom where Jace was casually lying on the bed, scrolling through his own comments with a smug grin.

“Enjoying yourself?” You asked, voice deceptively sweet.

He glanced up at you, completely unbothered.

“Immensely.”

Oh, he was so dead.

“Yeah? You like all these thirsty girls drooling over you?”

Jace chuckled, setting his phone down. “Why? You jealous?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You think it’s cute, don’t you?”

He had the audacity to smirk.

“I think it’s hilarious.”

The moment Jace hit post, the internet imploded.

The photo was blatantly intimate—you were perched on his lap, lips pressed to his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, while your other hand rested on his cock. Jace’s eyes were half-lidded, his smirk just barely visible, and his hand? Firmly gripping your waist.

And the caption?

“She wins. Cry about it.”

The comment section? Pure chaos.

“HELLO????? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS???”

“I DID NOT SURVIVE ALL HIS GYM PHOTOS JUST TO BE ATTACKED LIKE THIS.”

“JACE PLEASE DELETE THIS I’M BEGGING.”

“You’re telling me I woke up for THIS???”

“No bc I actually feel physically ill rn.”

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US?!”

“This is a HATE CRIME.”

“I am NOT okay. Like genuinely. I need a moment.”

“You know what? Blocked. Reported. Arrested.”

“THIS WAS SO UNNECESSARY???”

“Jace, be so fr right now.”

“Bro, I trusted you.”

“I can’t look at you the same way anymore.”

“You’ve RUINED my life, actually.”

Meanwhile, Jace was grinning like an absolute menace.

“Damn, baby. They’re losing their minds.”

You smirked, leaning into him.

“Good. Maybe now they’ll stop acting like they have a chance.”

Jace just chuckled, kissing you deeply, completely unfazed by the chaos.

Daemon.

You were scrolling mindlessly when his post popped up—Daemon, shirtless, drenched in sweat, veins prominent, muscles flexed just enough to make a statement. The gym lighting made him look almost unreal, and to make it worse, he had the audacity to smirk at the camera like he knew exactly what he was doing.

And the caption?

“Train like a king, rule like a god.”

The comments sent you into an instant rage.

“Sir, I am on my knees.”

“I am NOT okay. I need him carnally.”

“Daemon, I’d let you ruin my life and thank you for it.”

“HOW IS HE EVEN REAL?!”

“I suddenly feel so single it hurts.”

“I will never recover from this.”

“I want him so bad it’s SICK.”

You stared at your phone, jaw clenched, eyes burning.

“So this is what we’re doing now?”

You stormed into the living room, where Daemon was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his notifications, smirking at the thirst comments like the cocky bastard he was.

“Enjoying yourself?” you snapped, crossing your arms.

Daemon barely looked up, clearly amused.

“What, jealous?” he teased.

You snatched the phone from his hand and straddled his lap, forcing him to look at you instead.

“Delete it.”

Daemon chuckled, his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Not a chance, sweet girl. But…” He tilted his head, eyes dark with amusement. “You’re welcome to distract me.”

You huffed, already planning your revenge.

Fine. If he wanted to play this game— you’d make sure to win.

The second you hit post, chaos erupted in the comment section.

The internet broke. The photo was filthy—Daemon’s head buried between your thighs, his silver hair tangled in your fingers as you arched into him. His grip on your hips was possessive, and even though his face was mostly hidden, the implication was clear.

And the caption? Oh, you made sure to pour salt on the wound.

“Where he belongs.”

The girls lost their minds.

“WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS PAIN?!”

“I can’t even be mad… she WON.”

“DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW I CAN’T BREATHE.”

“I need a moment. A long one.”

“I HOPE YOU CHOKE.”

“She really said ‘I fear no bitch’ and proved it.”

“Daemon Targaryen, get out of there and face me like a man.”

“HOLD ON. WHERE is the UNSEE button??”

“My delusions are dead. Officially.”

Daemon, lounging beside you, smirked as he read the comments.

“You enjoy watching them suffer, don’t you?” he mused, amusement thick in his tone.

You grinned, satisfaction blooming in your chest.

“Just making sure they know.”

Daemon’s eyes darkened, fingers sliding up your thigh.

“Oh, they know.”

Rhaenyra.

You scowled at your phone, staring at Rhaenyra’s latest gym post. She was wearing a tight workout set, her toned abs on full display as she leaned against the weight rack, smirking at the camera. She looked good—annoyingly good.

But what really got under your skin? The comments.

“MOTHER IS MOTHERING.”

“She’s not even TRYING and she’s winning??”

“How does she look this good after a workout? UNFAIR.”

“Step on me.”

“Nah, she’s actually perfect.”

“Rhaenyra supremacy.”

Your jaw clenched. Why were they thirsting over her like this? You knew she was beautiful, obviously, but did they have to act like she was some goddess?

You huffed, locking your phone and tossing it onto the couch. Annoyance simmered in your chest, and you didn’t even notice Rhaenyra watching you from across the room—until she spoke.

“Jealous?” she teased, arching a brow.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“Of course not.”

Rhaenyra just smirked, walking over and tilting your chin up with her fingers.

“You know you’re still my favorite, right?” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

You tried to stay mad, but with the way she was looking at you? Impossible.

The moment you posted the photo, the internet exploded.

Rhaenyra’s Instagram was already a war zone of thirsty comments, but this? This was a massacre.

The picture was brutal—your hand tangled in her silver hair, her fingers gripping your jaw possessively as you both kissed, deep and hungry. The angle was perfect, showcasing how breathless and consumed you both looked, like you couldn’t get enough of each other.

And the caption? Oh, it was deadly.

“If you wanted her so bad, you should’ve tried harder.”

The fan girls lost their minds.

“NO NO NO THIS ISN’T HAPPENING”

“TELL ME THIS IS PHOTOSHOP I CAN’T BREATHE”

“YOU STOLE HER FROM US HOW COULD YOU”

“This is actually a crime.”

“She looks so happy but at what cost??? OUR SANITY???”

“I have never known peace, and I never will.”

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra? She was thriving.

She saw the meltdown in the comments and just laughed, turning her phone toward you.

“You really broke them,” she smirked.

You just grinned, leaning in to kiss her again.

“Good.”

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