#their chemistry kills me

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[arcielee]

Me, when I see another part of this series is posted:

an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

summary: Our academic rivals are back at it again, and one needs help with a certain subject they've fallen behind on, and they attend a party. warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (explicit sex, degrading language), mentions of drinking word count: 2.8k note: You all love our lil academic rivals my goodness! happy to provide another part hope you enjoy 💚

“A tutor?” you ask, eyes wide as saucers, “Professor, with all due respect, I think I can just figure it out by myself.”

Your professor looks at you, a sympathetic look on his face. 

“High Valyrian is a very tricky language to learn,” he tells you, “there’s nothing wrong with needing some extra help.”

It is for you. You’d never been the one who needed help, not since grade school. 

“Please, I think if I really just buckle down, I can get it,” you tell him, “I’ve just been a little distracted.”

Fucking Aemond. A fucking distraction with a magic dick and now you’ve fallen behind on your rigorous study schedule for the ancient language. An ancient language that annoyingly Aemond has seemed to master. Fucker. 

Ever since that day in the library it seemed your rendezvous were becoming more frequent. 

“Y/N,” he says, sternly. 

You bite your lip. You need to get a handle on this. 

“Okay,” you tell him, giving into defeat. 

After all, it is a hard language, and you’ve been distracted. And you need the A. 

“Perfect, our peer tutor has already agreed,” your professor says, as the door to his office opens. 

You turn around, eyes widening as Aemond enters, a knowing smirk on his face, backpack slung over his shoulder. You turn back to your professor.

“I’ve changed my mind,” you tell him.

He frowns at you, almost expecting that reaction. 

“C’mon, Y/N,” Aemond purrs behind you, “I’d be happy to help out a friend.”

You’re going to kill him. 

“Aemond is the top student, I think he’ll be a big help,” your professor says smiling.

You raise your eyebrows.

“Isn’t this nepotism?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

You’re sure they’re related somehow.

“I’m actually really good,” Aemond tells you, “it’ll be fun.”

You leave the office together. Grabbing Aemond’s arm you tug him toward a corner of the hall, crossing your arms. 

“Listen, I really need the help,” you tell him.

“I know it’s just killing you to tell me that,” he says, grinning wolfishly.

“I mean it,” you snap, “so no funny business.”

He raises a brow, violet and blue eye sparkling. 

“Funny business?”

You nod.

“We are meeting in public to study, no closed rooms, no dorms,” you tell him.

Aemond chuckles, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Your eye follows the action and you lose your train of thought momentarily. You shake your head. 

“No distractions,” you tell him. 

“Alright, geez,” he tells you, “no distractions.”

He makes a motion of crossing an x over his heart.

“Scout’s honor,” he tells you.

“Were you even in scouts?” 

“No, my parents weren’t really interested in involving us in extracurricular activities.”

You meet later at a table on the quad in full view of hundreds of students in faculty. No temptation even remotely possible for anything other than learning High Valyrian. 

Aemond flips through your book, long fingers stroking the tops on the pages with the pads of his fingertips. Jesus, you’re not down this bad, are you? You watch his fingers flex, how he rubs the corner of the page between his pointer and thumb. The hair on the back of your next stands at attention, though you blame the breeze.

“Taoba,” he tells you.

“Boy,” you answer, but your brows knit together, lips forming a pout.

“What?” he asks, noticing your expression.

“I think you’re pronouncing it wrong,” you tell him.

Aemond leans back in his chair, an exasperated expression on his face.

“Hmm?”

“You’re saying Taoooba,” you mimic, “isn’t it taoba. Really short?”

“Who is tutoring who?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Taooooba,” you say again.

“Stop that,” he says, turning the page causing you to chuckle.

Aemond’s mouth twitches into a slight smile as you place your head in your hands. 

“This language is the most confusing thing ever,” you groan.

“It’s extremely hard,” Aemond agrees, “I’ll admit, I had an unfair advantage learning it at home when I was younger.”

“Extremely unfair,” you agree. 

You hear someone call your name from across the green, before seeing Baela barrelling over to you.

“Hey Aem,” she says, greeting her cousin, before turning back to you, “party, tonight, you’re going.”

“Bae I really can’t,” you tell her, “I have to study.”

“You always have to study!” she groans, “Come on, just for a little bit, it will be fun!”

You glance at Aemond, but he’s buried in his book. He licks his fingers before turning the page and your lips part. 

“Where?” you question. 

“Delta Omicron Delta,” Baela tells you.

“Isn’t that Aegon’s frat?” you ask Aemond who nods.

“Gross,” you say making a face.

“It’s going to be fuuuun,” she says, leaning toward your face, “fun, Y/N, ever heard of it?”

“Okay now you’re being mean,” you tell her.

“Mhmm,” she doesn’t argue, “you’re still going.”

“Fine, but I need to study first,” you tell her.

“Cool, cool, I shall leave you be,” she says, retreating.

“A party huh,” Aemond asks, when Baela is out of earshot.

“You big party guy?” you taunt.

“No,” he says with a laugh, “not usually.”

“Okay let's keep going,” you tell him, turning the page.

You do not know how Baela talked you into this. The frat house is vibrating with music when you arrive, being escorted inside and then led to the basement. Baela hands you a red solo cup, sloshing with liquid.

“See! This is fun!” she tells you, tugging you toward the middle of the crowd to dance. 

You sway slightly to the music, nodding your head. You’ll stay an hour or so, then make your departure. Just long enough to keep Baela happy. Besides, she’s already sizing up Jace Velaryon from across the room. 

“Yoo no way is that Y/N Y/L/N!” Jason Lannister says, pushing through the crowd.

Oh Jason. A bit of a fuckboy, another member of Aegon’s frat. Was someone you tutored in your statistics class last semester. His eyes rake over you, taking in the skimpy outfit you had reserved for such occasions as these. You weren’t a total nerd, you went out every so often (though Baela would disagree). 

“You look fucking hot as hell,” he tells you, pulling you in for a hug. 

Your cup sloshes and Baela yelps, avoiding drops of warm beer. Baela pulls at Jason’s arm, removing his bearlike grip from your shoulders.

“Sorry, I’m a little buzzed,” Jason says laughing, “I didn’t know you came to these things.”

“Yeah sometimes,” you answer, feeling awkward. 

“You should more,” he tells you, “I like that you’re here, especially dressed like this.”

He’s practically drooling at your feet.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.. or girlfriend do you?” he asks.

“No..”

“Sweet,” he says, cutting you off, “let me get you another beer!”

“I actually have to pee, really bad,” you tell him, giving Baela a help me expression.

“Jason you should totally introduce me to Jace,” Baela says, grabbing his arm, giving you an out.

You make your way upstairs, pushing by people, trying to find an empty bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup before exiting, hoping to avoid Jason. As you exit, you spot Aemond dressed in all black, looking like he’s having a horrendous time. 

“I thought you weren’t a party guy?” you ask, walking up to him, as he leans against the wall.

“I believe I said, not usually,” he answers, “having fun?”

“Not really,” you tell him, “it's just super fun being hit on by frat bros.”

Aemond’s eyes darken, sending a shiver down your spine like someone has poured ice water on your head. 

“Who?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh.

“Who, Y/N?” Aemond asks again.

“Seriously, it's whatever,” you tell him, “I can handle it.”

“There you are!” Jason calls, making his way down the hall, “thought I’d lost you!”

He doesn’t acknowledge Aemond, though his drunken stupor causes him to trip, tossing your cup to the floor, beer splattering on you and Aemond’s shoes.

“Shiiit!” Jason says laughing, “my bad, totally, hey I thought we could hangout up here, it's a little quieter.”

Jason takes your hand, dragging you from Aemond and down the hall, toward a small parlor. There’s a leather couch in the middle of the room, a trophy case and pictures of frat brothers from the past. He deposits you on the couch, pushing you slightly.

“Stay right here, gorgeous, and I’ll get another drink!” he tells you, before leaving to find the keg.

You raise your eyebrows, preparing to avoid Jason, when Aemond enters the room. 

“Jason Lannister,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. 

You turn your head at the sound of his voice, a half smile appearing on your face. 

“Yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

Aemond walks in, glancing behind him to see if anyone is following, before sitting next to you on the couch. You cross your legs, but your dress rides up, causing you to uncross them. You stand, sighing, walking toward a picture on the wall, examining it while Aemond remains seated. The back of the couch faces the door, so if you remain sitting you won’t see Jason return.

“He’s relentless,” you admit, not turning around, examining a plaque that hangs on the wall.

Aemond watches you for a moment, you feel his eyes tracing over your body.

“Come here,” he says softly.

You turn around to look at him. 

“Huh?” you ask.

“You heard me,” Aemond says, lifting a hand from his leg and giving you a come hither motion with his fingers. 

It works like he’s pulling you toward him by a string. Aemond opens his legs for you to stand between them. He brings his hands to your thighs, stroking the bare flesh, and looking up at you. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, a shiver running through you.

“Just looking,” he murmurs, “You look nice.”

The pads of his fingers stroke your thighs like the pages of a book. He spreads your legs open, fingers teasing the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“That’s not just looking,” you breathe, heartbeat increasing with every touch he gives you.

“I guess you’re right,” he says, fingers ghosting under your skirt, closer to your panties.

You can feel your body leaning into him, chasing his touch. Aemond notices your desperation, of course and smirks up at you. 

“What about Jason?” he asks, but there’s a glint in his eye when he says it. 

You push his shoulders back against the couch, maneuvering your legs to straddle him. 

“Should I wait for him to come back?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Aemond settles his hands on your waist, pulling you against him. 

“Fuck that,” he says, connecting your mouths in a passionate kiss.

You lift your hips grinding down on him, as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Your eyebrows concave with the pleasure kissing him gives you. Aemond’s hand moves up your waist pressing into the small of your back.

“Are you sure?” you tease between kisses, “cause I can just get off-”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Aemond growls, nipping at your bottom lip. 

You moan against him, dress riding up towards your waist. You release your hands attempting to fix it, but give up rather quickly. Aemond takes the opportunity to kiss the exposed tops of your breasts, licking a path from your cleavage up your neck. He bites harshly on the skin causing you to buck your hips against him releasing a breathy whine. 

“Fuck, fuck me please,” you whine, body hot and aching with need for him. 

Aemond pulls away from you, eyes wide, smile wolfish.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he groans, kissing you harshly, “never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Aemond,” you moan, impatiently.

“Hang on baby,” he murmurs, bringing his hands to his jeans.

You ignore the pet name, though your cheeks are burning. You bring your hands down helping free his hardened cock from his jeans. You let your dress scrunch at your waist, let Aemond loop his fingers through your underwear, pulling the lace to the side before you sink down on top of his fat cock.

“I was right about you,” he groans, once fully sheathed in your warm pussy.

The feeling of him fully inside you alone makes your thighs tremble as you rock your hips against him. Aemond helps you along, lifting your hips.

“You are a bad girl,” he purrs, wrapping a hand in your hair, “what happens if poor Jason comes back?”

You’re just whimpering on top of him, thighs burning as you slide him in and out. He feels so fucking good inside of you; you’re soaked and wet slapping sounds fills the room. 

“Or what if Baela comes looking for you?” he continues, placing kisses along your jaw. 

You place your hands on his shoulders, pressing down to aid your pace, pussy greedily suctioning him in. 

“Everyone’s gonna see how needy you are for me,” Aemond purrs, “the brightest girl in school is just my needy, little cock-drunk slut, huh?”

“Fuck Aemond,” you moan, lip pouting, “you’re so mean.”

Aemond hums, still smirking. His hands squeeze your ass, slapping both cheeks harshly, the sound echoing in the room. The force makes you gasp, grinding into him more. He’s fucking right, and you hate it. You’re so needy for him, so desperate. 

“I’m right though,” he croons, “you think Jason could make you feel this way, hmm?”

You’re whimpering, only able to shake your head in response, earning another pair of harsh slaps to your stinging cheeks. 

“No no no, I’m gonna need to hear you say it baby,” Aemond tells you through a chuckle, “who makes you feel this good?”

Your eyes are nearly rolling back into your head.

“You,” you whine, “Aemond you make me feel this good.”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right,” Aemond says bringing a hand to your mouth.

He pushes his fingers inside of your mouth and you suck on them greedily, sloppily coating them in your saliva. Aemond’s jaw slacks, curling his fingers in your mouth. 

“Fuck what a pretty mouth,” he murmurs, “I can’t stop thinking about those lips wrapped around my cock.”

You moan around his fingers, before he removes them, a line of spit connecting them to your slick lips. Aemond brings his fingers to the apex of your thighs, rubbing circles around your clit. Your head falls to his shoulder and you bite down to avoid screaming. It's a miracle no one has walked in on you yet. Aemond’s cock sends every coherent thought flying from your head, all you can focus on is the feeling of him inside of you, how the head of his cock perfectly curves to bully the spongy section of your walls that has you clenching around him.

“That’s it baby, make a fucking mess on me,” he purrs, as a strangled moan leaves you.

You turn your head, kissing desperately at his neck, hands tangling in his silky hair, trying to ground yourself as your orgasm washes over you. 

“That’s a good girl,” he moans, thrusting up into you until you feel his hot release deep inside you. 

You’re slumped over him, trying to bring your heartbeat back to normal. Damn, you two really cannot be left alone anymore. You run a hand over your hair, pushing yourself up, feeling him softening inside you. You lift your eyes and meet those of Jason Lannister, who stands wide-eyed with two beers in his hand.

“I uh-um I’ll just leave you to it!” he says, before leaving the room.

Your jaw has dropped, and you feel Aemond chuckling against you. You smack at his chest.

“It’s not funny!” you hiss, and Aemond brings you in for a kiss.

“It’s kind of funny,” he murmurs against your lips.

“What are we doing?” you ask, staying on top of him, “we clearly have a problem.”

“What is the problem?” he asks, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We keep having sex,” you tell him, rolling your eyes.

“Do you like having sex with me?” Aemond asks, eyes narrowing. 

Well, here goes nothing.

“Yes,” you tell him.

He bites his bottom lip.

“I like having sex with you too,” he says, “even though you’re infuriating.”

“You called me baby,” you accuse.

Aemond blinks at you.

“I also called you a cock-drunk slut,” he tells you, “I say a lot of things during sex with you, you bring out the worst in me.”

You smile at that.

“I wouldn’t say that’s the worst,” you tell him, batting your lashes.

“Oh you liked that, did you?” he says, smile growing.

“Shut up,” you tell him, but don’t disagree, “listen I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”

“Neither am I,” he tells you.

“And I am very serious about my studies-”

“Same here.”

You narrow your eyes.

“So this cannot interfere with that,” you tell him.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he answers. 

“Good. So…” you say, shifting on his lap, “since we’re on the same page…”

“You want to get out of here?” Aemond finishes the sentence for you.

You grin wickedly at him, and nod.

AN: hope you liked this part!! 🤭

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[remerg]

What if u could just lift up Jake as if he were some kind of cat- (prob only Elwood can actually do that)

Merely based of an image of Dany kinda lifting John up (said image under the cut)

This one is so funny to me bc

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Wyll is the only character I feel bad about turning down on playthroughs where I'm not doing his romance.

He makes that sad little 'oh' noise and I die inside.

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[solitaryromantic]

I am prepared to make Kill Me Love Me my entire personality for at least a month and have declared this on every social media platform.

Have you seen the trailer?

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The trailer is straight up enemies to lovers without the lovers part and I am seated. Seat-ed period.

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how does it feel to never lose jacemond nation?

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Just watched the episode.

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kitty cat behavior

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