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aemond x jar jar Binks fanfic when?

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His Royal Obsession

Summary: After the fight at Driftmark, Viserys arranges a betrothal between Aemond and Rhaenyra’s only daughter, Visenya. Beautiful, graceful, and brave, she is the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms who can tame the wild prince. Their budding romance might prevent a war, however, Aegon has something important to tell them both first.

Word Count: 677

Trigger Warnings: Heavy smut, pwp, incestuous relationships, swearing, canon-compliant body mutilation, communism, voyeurism,

Aemond woke up from his slumber. 

"Good morning, my albino draconic big boy," His wife screamed from her pillow, stretching her toes above her head until they popped like his eye flesh from his empty, empty socket, "You are looking extremely eyeless today." 

Aemond smirked, "I am not looking at all, cunt." 

She giggled, pinching his nose, “Because I took your eye, I know, my dark prince.”

Aemond stood and loomed over her menacingly. His one eye flashed in stomach-clenching desire and malice. “You are the most handsome woman in the whole seven kingdoms, Visenya, even with your love for breeding,” he reminded her, turning to leave.

“Please, my favourite prince with spacious room in the ocular of his skull, leave me with a creampie before the council meeting?” She waggled her toes at him, knowing his secret desires. (a/n Aemond and Larys both have a thing for feet bee tee dubs and if u dont like that then stfu!!!111!! Its sooo hot tttt). 

“Brother, where art thou?!” dnomeA shouted, knowing that argon was always nearby, lost. 

As ageon watched aekond enter his wife, he saw that there was more to love than just poetry and romance. Perhaps, he thought, there was room for a little breeding in his life too. Hm. 

And so, Aegon II Targaryen joined his brother and sister-in-law on the bed, and they all spent the morning laughing, loving, and breeding in the way that only Targaryens could. Incestuously. 

“Looks like we'll have to cut our breeding session short, my love,” Desmond roared regretfully, sharply pinching her earlobe erotically. 

“Your the smartest, bravest, most handsome man I know, Aemond,” wegon said from the doorway, voice filled with admiration and de-admiration. 

AEMOND chuckled, clapping his brother on the back. “I know, aegon,” he said, his voice slathered with humour. “But let's not forget that we're also the most virile and sexually gifted brothers in the seven kingdoms plus essos.”

And on the two brothers went to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess. 

Aegoon looked up at his brother, eyes sparkling with the ghosts of his past, "But brother, I thought we were going to give our organs to starving orphans today?" 

Aemnod raised an eyebrow, his one eye narrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about, sexy? We never talked about giving our organs to starving orphans."

eagon's face fell, his eyes growing sad. "But...but I had a dream last night," he said, his elbows trembling. "A dream where we were heroes, saving the lives of innocent children with our sacrificial organs."

aemond sighed, reaching out to pat his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Aegon, but dreams aren't always reality," he said, his long, shiny hair soothing. "We have more pressing matters to attend to, like the council meeting."

Aegon nodded reluctantly, his eyes downcast. "You're right, as always, brother," he said, his voice resigned. "I suppose we can't save the world with our organs after all."

Aemond turned the corridor corner, pulling on his clothes and checking his reflection in the mirror. "Come on, Aegon, let's go to the council meeting," he said, his tone firm. "We'll discuss how we can make a real difference in the world, without sacrificing our own bodies."

And with that, the Targaryen brothers made their way to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess.

Aegon stood up in the council room, “I have an idea. Why don’t we tax the wealthy and then redistribute the wealth amongst the poorest in society.” 

“Be quiet, you gormless weasel!” AEmond growled, slamming his ankle against the table gently, “Communsim is not allowed in Westaros! Our lord and savious Jesus Christian Cole will not allow it!!!!!” 

Aegon’s shoulders slumped and he shrank down to the size of a mouse. 

Visenya burst into the council chambers. “Aemond my big boy!” she clamoured, “Someone has claimed the cannibal!”

“WHAT?!” awmons roared, jumping up in terror 

“Who?” aegom gulped loudly 

“It was.......m.

Continued in part 2.

“Your mother, Queen Alicent!!”

[bad-got-imagines]

His Royal Obsession

Summary: After the fight at Driftmark, Viserys arranges a betrothal between Aemond and Rhaenyra’s only daughter, Visenya. Beautiful, graceful, and brave, she is the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms who can tame the wild prince. Their budding romance might prevent a war, however, Aegon has something important to tell them both first.

Word Count: 677

Trigger Warnings: Heavy smut, pwp, incestuous relationships, swearing, canon-compliant body mutilation, communism, voyeurism,

Aemond woke up from his slumber. 

"Good morning, my albino draconic big boy," His wife screamed from her pillow, stretching her toes above her head until they popped like his eye flesh from his empty, empty socket, "You are looking extremely eyeless today." 

Aemond smirked, "I am not looking at all, cunt." 

She giggled, pinching his nose, “Because I took your eye, I know, my dark prince.”

Aemond stood and loomed over her menacingly. His one eye flashed in stomach-clenching desire and malice. “You are the most handsome woman in the whole seven kingdoms, Visenya, even with your love for breeding,” he reminded her, turning to leave.

“Please, my favourite prince with spacious room in the ocular of his skull, leave me with a creampie before the council meeting?” She waggled her toes at him, knowing his secret desires. (a/n Aemond and Larys both have a thing for feet bee tee dubs and if u dont like that then stfu!!!111!! Its sooo hot tttt). 

“Brother, where art thou?!” dnomeA shouted, knowing that argon was always nearby, lost. 

As ageon watched aekond enter his wife, he saw that there was more to love than just poetry and romance. Perhaps, he thought, there was room for a little breeding in his life too. Hm. 

And so, Aegon II Targaryen joined his brother and sister-in-law on the bed, and they all spent the morning laughing, loving, and breeding in the way that only Targaryens could. Incestuously. 

“Looks like we'll have to cut our breeding session short, my love,” Desmond roared regretfully, sharply pinching her earlobe erotically. 

“Your the smartest, bravest, most handsome man I know, Aemond,” wegon said from the doorway, voice filled with admiration and de-admiration. 

AEMOND chuckled, clapping his brother on the back. “I know, aegon,” he said, his voice slathered with humour. “But let's not forget that we're also the most virile and sexually gifted brothers in the seven kingdoms plus essos.”

And on the two brothers went to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess. 

Aegoon looked up at his brother, eyes sparkling with the ghosts of his past, "But brother, I thought we were going to give our organs to starving orphans today?" 

Aemnod raised an eyebrow, his one eye narrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about, sexy? We never talked about giving our organs to starving orphans."

eagon's face fell, his eyes growing sad. "But...but I had a dream last night," he said, his elbows trembling. "A dream where we were heroes, saving the lives of innocent children with our sacrificial organs."

aemond sighed, reaching out to pat his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Aegon, but dreams aren't always reality," he said, his long, shiny hair soothing. "We have more pressing matters to attend to, like the council meeting."

Aegon nodded reluctantly, his eyes downcast. "You're right, as always, brother," he said, his voice resigned. "I suppose we can't save the world with our organs after all."

Aemond turned the corridor corner, pulling on his clothes and checking his reflection in the mirror. "Come on, Aegon, let's go to the council meeting," he said, his tone firm. "We'll discuss how we can make a real difference in the world, without sacrificing our own bodies."

And with that, the Targaryen brothers made their way to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess.

Aegon stood up in the council room, “I have an idea. Why don’t we tax the wealthy and then redistribute the wealth amongst the poorest in society.” 

“Be quiet, you gormless weasel!” AEmond growled, slamming his ankle against the table gently, “Communsim is not allowed in Westaros! Our lord and savious Jesus Christian Cole will not allow it!!!!!” 

Aegon’s shoulders slumped and he shrank down to the size of a mouse. 

Visenya burst into the council chambers. “Aemond my big boy!” she clamoured, “Someone has claimed the cannibal!”

“WHAT?!” awmons roared, jumping up in terror 

“Who?” aegom gulped loudly 

“It was.......m.

Continued in part 2.

“Your mother, Queen Alicent!!”

[bad-got-imagines]

His Royal Obsession

Summary: After the fight at Driftmark, Viserys arranges a betrothal between Aemond and Rhaenyra’s only daughter, Visenya. Beautiful, graceful, and brave, she is the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms who can tame the wild prince. Their budding romance might prevent a war, however, Aegon has something important to tell them both first.

Word Count: 677

Trigger Warnings: Heavy smut, pwp, incestuous relationships, swearing, canon-compliant body mutilation, communism, voyeurism,

Aemond woke up from his slumber. 

"Good morning, my albino draconic big boy," His wife screamed from her pillow, stretching her toes above her head until they popped like his eye flesh from his empty, empty socket, "You are looking extremely eyeless today." 

Aemond smirked, "I am not looking at all, cunt." 

She giggled, pinching his nose, “Because I took your eye, I know, my dark prince.”

Aemond stood and loomed over her menacingly. His one eye flashed in stomach-clenching desire and malice. “You are the most handsome woman in the whole seven kingdoms, Visenya, even with your love for breeding,” he reminded her, turning to leave.

“Please, my favourite prince with spacious room in the ocular of his skull, leave me with a creampie before the council meeting?” She waggled her toes at him, knowing his secret desires. (a/n Aemond and Larys both have a thing for feet bee tee dubs and if u dont like that then stfu!!!111!! Its sooo hot tttt). 

“Brother, where art thou?!” dnomeA shouted, knowing that argon was always nearby, lost. 

As ageon watched aekond enter his wife, he saw that there was more to love than just poetry and romance. Perhaps, he thought, there was room for a little breeding in his life too. Hm. 

And so, Aegon II Targaryen joined his brother and sister-in-law on the bed, and they all spent the morning laughing, loving, and breeding in the way that only Targaryens could. Incestuously. 

“Looks like we'll have to cut our breeding session short, my love,” Desmond roared regretfully, sharply pinching her earlobe erotically. 

“Your the smartest, bravest, most handsome man I know, Aemond,” wegon said from the doorway, voice filled with admiration and de-admiration. 

AEMOND chuckled, clapping his brother on the back. “I know, aegon,” he said, his voice slathered with humour. “But let's not forget that we're also the most virile and sexually gifted brothers in the seven kingdoms plus essos.”

And on the two brothers went to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess. 

Aegoon looked up at his brother, eyes sparkling with the ghosts of his past, "But brother, I thought we were going to give our organs to starving orphans today?" 

Aemnod raised an eyebrow, his one eye narrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about, sexy? We never talked about giving our organs to starving orphans."

eagon's face fell, his eyes growing sad. "But...but I had a dream last night," he said, his elbows trembling. "A dream where we were heroes, saving the lives of innocent children with our sacrificial organs."

aemond sighed, reaching out to pat his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Aegon, but dreams aren't always reality," he said, his long, shiny hair soothing. "We have more pressing matters to attend to, like the council meeting."

Aegon nodded reluctantly, his eyes downcast. "You're right, as always, brother," he said, his voice resigned. "I suppose we can't save the world with our organs after all."

Aemond turned the corridor corner, pulling on his clothes and checking his reflection in the mirror. "Come on, Aegon, let's go to the council meeting," he said, his tone firm. "We'll discuss how we can make a real difference in the world, without sacrificing our own bodies."

And with that, the Targaryen brothers made their way to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess.

Aegon stood up in the council room, “I have an idea. Why don’t we tax the wealthy and then redistribute the wealth amongst the poorest in society.” 

“Be quiet, you gormless weasel!” AEmond growled, slamming his ankle against the table gently, “Communsim is not allowed in Westaros! Our lord and savious Jesus Christian Cole will not allow it!!!!!” 

Aegon’s shoulders slumped and he shrank down to the size of a mouse. 

Visenya burst into the council chambers. “Aemond my big boy!” she clamoured, “Someone has claimed the cannibal!”

“WHAT?!” awmons roared, jumping up in terror 

“Who?” aegom gulped loudly 

“It was.......m.

Continued in part 2.

“Your mother, Queen Alicent!!”

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freedom las vegas!!! eventual bolton?(;D)!reader x theon greyjoy

your bastard brother ramsey bolton was torturing some guy again. you sighed as you heard the screaming, wishing he’d just shut up so you could focus on dissecting the dead baby fox in front of you. you licked its blood off your finger as your bedroom door pounded.

“what?” you called out, pissed that ramsey got to be the heir and u didn’t.

“mr bolton wants u to cum to his torture room. NOW!!!!1!!” you recognised miranda’s stupid preppy voice. she tried to be dark and evil like u and ur brother but she was too much of a whore.

“fuck off slut!” you heard her huff and stomp away. regardless, you obeyed your brother - he was a man after all - and hopped to his room.

“ah y/n!” he grinned when you leapt through the door frame, feeding your momentum into an army roll into him.

“what do u want?” you roared, flirtily.

“this fucking man is theon greyjob.” he pointed to the very thing and panting man tied up, spread-eagle on the cross of jesus christ our lord amen.

“sso?” you retorted.

“i am torturing him.” he whispered back.

“and?’

“i am fucking torturing him!!!!!!!!1!!!!!” he had had a stomach ache so was being a cranky pants >:( ((((((a/n poor ramsee >o< love u bby ramsey boltun: love u 2 author-chan me: >:00))))).

“fine. i will suck his toes” you sighed. ramsey grinned as you go to your knees.

(((((((((((a/n incest is sexxy if you are incestrophobic then gtfo!!!! >>>:[))))))))

but when you looked up, theon’s dirty big toe sat on your tongue, your eyes met his light blue orbs. they were....... beautiful.

the toe dropped put of your mouth with a slimy pop, “theon handjob. i am in love with you!!”

his crystal cerulean sight balls filled with tears, “babygirl I love you 2!!!1!”

you stood up and with your bare hands you snapped ramseys neck.

“now we r free my love.” you roared. and grabbed his hand.

theon laughed, “seize the means of production.”

you laughed too.

it was time to be yourself: y/n targaryen, the lost princess of old valyria and heir to throne of gondor.

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freedom las vegas!!! eventual bolton?(;D)!reader x theon greyjoy

your bastard brother ramsey bolton was torturing some guy again. you sighed as you heard the screaming, wishing he’d just shut up so you could focus on dissecting the dead baby fox in front of you. you licked its blood off your finger as your bedroom door pounded.

“what?” you called out, pissed that ramsey got to be the heir and u didn’t.

“mr bolton wants u to cum to his torture room. NOW!!!!1!!” you recognised miranda’s stupid preppy voice. she tried to be dark and evil like u and ur brother but she was too much of a whore.

“fuck off slut!” you heard her huff and stomp away. regardless, you obeyed your brother - he was a man after all - and hopped to his room.

“ah y/n!” he grinned when you leapt through the door frame, feeding your momentum into an army roll into him.

“what do u want?” you roared, flirtily.

“this fucking man is theon greyjob.” he pointed to the very thing and panting man tied up, spread-eagle on the cross of jesus christ our lord amen.

“sso?” you retorted.

“i am torturing him.” he whispered back.

“and?’

“i am fucking torturing him!!!!!!!!1!!!!!” he had had a stomach ache so was being a cranky pants >:( ((((((a/n poor ramsee >o< love u bby ramsey boltun: love u 2 author-chan me: >:00))))).

“fine. i will suck his toes” you sighed. ramsey grinned as you go to your knees.

(((((((((((a/n incest is sexxy if you are incestrophobic then gtfo!!!! >>>:[))))))))

but when you looked up, theon’s dirty big toe sat on your tongue, your eyes met his light blue orbs. they were....... beautiful.

the toe dropped put of your mouth with a slimy pop, “theon handjob. i am in love with you!!”

his crystal cerulean sight balls filled with tears, “babygirl I love you 2!!!1!”

you stood up and with your bare hands you snapped ramseys neck.

“now we r free my love.” you roared. and grabbed his hand.

theon laughed, “seize the means of production.”

you laughed too.

it was time to be yourself: y/n targaryen, the lost princess of old valyria and heir to throne of gondor.

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imagine you are in love with Jon snow... But you are the night king's daughter

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my feelings are numb (sacrificed for the glory of one) ~ jamie lannister x reader

Your name is (Y/N) Stark and you’re the 6th Stark. You live at Winterfell with your 5 siblings, and your dad Boromir Stark and his with Caitlin. You were walking through the courtyard and getting further and further into the forest one day as you looked for your pure white direwolf.

“Mayonnaise!” You called sexily, “Mayonnaise come back, girl!" 

"You called?” You spun around to see… Jamie Lannister?!

“Jammie Lannister!” You exclaimed femininely. Jamie smirked, his long blonde hair winking at you. 

“Hello (Y/N) Stark. I’ve been in love with you for a long time, but my incestuous ways have stopped me from telling you,” He began to cry golden tears, “Please love me back and let me kill the king and your dad so we can be together?”

“Of course, Mr Lulemon! But first, you must close your eyes and let me kiss you." 

He did as he was told, but then you transformed into a direwolf and crunched his oesophagus.  

As you turned back you screamed, “WHO DID THIS?!”

And so your journey began to look for the killer of your lover.

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my feelings are numb (sacrificed for the glory of one) ~ jamie lannister x reader

Your name is (Y/N) Stark and you're the 6th Stark. You live at Winterfell with your 5 siblings, and your dad Boromir Stark and his with Caitlin. You were walking through the courtyard and getting further and further into the forest one day as you looked for your pure white direwolf.

"Mayonnaise!" You called sexily, "Mayonnaise come back, girl!" 

"You called?" You spun around to see... Jamie Lannister?!

"Jammie Lannister!" You exclaimed femininely. Jamie smirked, his long blonde hair winking at you. 

"Hello (Y/N) Stark. I've been in love with you for a long time, but my incestuous ways have stopped me from telling you," He began to cry golden tears, "Please love me back and let me kill the king and your dad so we can be together?"

"Of course, Mr Lancaster! But first, you must close your eyes and let me kiss you." 

He did as he was told, but then you transformed into a direwolf and crunched his oesophagus.  

As you turned back you screamed, “WHO DID THIS?!”

And so your journey began to look for the killer of your lover.

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i know you love me (you dont have to say it) ~ jon snow x lannister!reader

imagine…

imagine that you’re the youngest Lannister sibling. you ride to Winterfell with your family and meet john snow who immediately hates you because of how much you look like a lannister. but you can’t help but swoon as his deep cerulean blue orbs narrow at you.

“fuck off back to king’s landing” he spits at you as you jump off your horse into the mud of winterfeel’s courtyard. you feel your face warm and you wink at him, biting your lip. cersei sees this as she gets out of her portable house and slaps you for not keeping it in the family.

“ouch!” you exclaim, rubbing your sore cheek. you look at jon sbow and he is laughing with robb stark at you, but you don’t mind it because he’s fit

“hi cutie” you wink sexingly at him “i’m y/n” you hold your hand out for him to shake

jon looks at your hand, and then back at your face, and growls like a wolf. you giggle, cheeks going as red as the colour of your house banner, targaryen. you laugh as jon pounces on you, knocking you to the ground in a fit of rage, finding the compromising position arousing. you can hear cersei laughing behind you as jon beats you up, punching you again and again until your jaw breaks and your nose swells up. you hope thinks you look cute as you flutter your eyelashes at him. 

“winter is cumin” he says, smashing his fist into your face one last time.

you laugh through the blood as black fills your vision, “you know nothing john sno” 

the last thing you hear is roob stark chanting as inhales your soul.

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i know you love me (you dont have to say it) ~ jon snow x lannister!reader

imagine...

imagine that you’re the youngest Lannister sibling. you ride to Winterfell with your family and meet john snow who immediately hates you because of how much you look like a lannister. but you can’t help but swoon as his deep cerulean blue orbs narrow at you.

“fuck off back to king’s landing” he spits at you as you jump off your horse into the mud of winterfeel’s courtyard. you feel your face warm and you wink at him, biting your lip. cersei sees this as she gets out of her portable house and slaps you for not keeping it in the family.

“ouch!” you exclaim, rubbing your sore cheek. you look at jon sbow and he is laughing with robb stark at you, but you don’t mind it because he’s fit

“hi cutie” you wink sexingly at him “i’m y/n” you hold your hand out for him to shake

jon looks at your hand, and then back at your face, and growls like a wolf. you giggle, cheeks going as red as the colour of your house banner, targaryen. you laugh as jon pounces on you, knocking you to the ground in a fit of rage, finding the compromising position arousing. you can hear cersei laughing behind you as jon beats you up, punching you again and again until your jaw breaks and your nose swells up. you hope thinks you look cute as you flutter your eyelashes at him. 

“winter is cumin” he says, smashing his fist into your face one last time.

you laugh through the blood as black fills your vision, “you know nothing john sno” 

the last thing you hear is roob stark chanting as inhales your soul.

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