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Didnt expect to see aemond in a stonks meme but here we are

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"But the day was as black as Prince Aemond's heart."

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Hey everyone! Just letting you know that I'm not ignoring your requests, just being super busy. The beginning of this year turned out to be an endless to do list for me and I hope I'll be finally able to scratch those fics soon 💪

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I'm struggling with the same issue. Guys, if u don't want to read somebody's fic/work, u don't have to! There's little something called an "unfollow" option or just ... Simply don't read and skip it, if u don't like it & stop acting like an offended fangirl by keeping reporting someones good work. Get a life or grow up, geez 🙄

Update, How To Keep Seeing My Smuts & Other Writers'

As per Tumblr's New "Community Label" Update

Hello! I've seen other writers make a post about the new update, so I wanted to make one of mine to notify my readers.

As you may know, Tumblr is pushing a Community Label update in which users are allowed to filter the content they want to see. While this is highly beneficial for those who want to avoid seeing content they aren't fond of, this can make you stop seeing the smuts a lot of writers in this community create.

If you want to keep enjoying our smuts:

For Website:

Go to Dashboard Settings, and click the Show circle in the Community Labels section on Mature content. Do the same for Sexual themes. You can choose whether to tick the options of the other choices or not.

Image taken from @writerpeach <3

For Mobile:

Go to Account Settings, then choose Content you see.

Go to the Community Labels section and click the arrow beside Hide on Mature. Then, click Show for both Mature and Sexual themes. Again, it is your choice if you want to tick the Show button for the other choices.

Thank you for reading, and reblog to spread the word!

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Let Them Hear

Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: Not wanting to detatch from one another, you and Aemond put up a show for the two poor servants that came into your rooms to serve you breakfast. // Words: 1.3k. // CW: exhibitionist kink, public sex // A/N: I know I'm swiming in requests but this scenario wouldn't leave my mind since last night, so I had to let it out of my system! hope you enjoy!! x

A long moan, coming deep from your throat spills into the pillows, as you turn your head to one side to elongate your neck and present your husband with more ground to cover with his kisses. 

You’re limbs sprawl underneath Aemond, languid and melting into the mattress from how thoroughly he’s been fucking you all morning long. 

You’d woken up in his embrace and he hadn’t wasted a minute, immediately kissing your sleepiness away from the corners of your eyes and warming your body with his own – more effectively than the sunshine creeping in through the curtains.  

So wrapped up in one another you were, that you’d begged him to call for servants to bring up your breakfast, hesitant to detach for even a second.

He’d happily complied, and once he’d done so, he’d come rushing to straddle you once more, burying himself deep – so, so deep in you, that you’re sure you could feel him in your throat; presence so overpowering that the sound of the birds happily chirping outside dies down, and the only thing you can hear is the lewd, squelching noises his cock makes each time he fucks into you, how his balls slap against your skin mercilessly, and the wet sounds of him licking you and groaning for you. 

“Aemond?” you sigh, to which he smirks and continues to caress your face while wetly kissing your chin and jaw, plunging into you slowly, deliberately. 

“Aemond…?”��

“Mmm…what is it, dear love?” he whispers your name but doesn’t stop kissing you – even deepening his kisses, not letting you speak as he entwines his tongue with yours while his hips increase their pace. 

“Ahh…Aemond…” you moan into his mouth, staring at him with wide pupils swallowing up the color in your lustful gaze.

You entirely forget what on earth you were about to say when he smirks so mischievously, chuckling as he looks down at you with a profound hunger, with his eyes half-lidded and lips glistening. 

“Yes, my love…” He moans as he continues to stroke your face and neck, his breath growing heavier and heavier with desire, when suddenly, a loud knock on the door disrupts your stupor. 

Aemond disregards it and keeps kissing you, prompting more insistent knocks to follow that make you stare at him incredulously – grasping onto his shoulders in a meager attempt at anchoring yourselves back to reality, “Aemond, we should stop…they’ll hear us.”  

“Let them hear.” He emphasizes his words with a couple of sharp thrusts that have you mewling loudly, with your eyes rolling back and toes curling.   

The knocks get even louder and you feel yourself burning with embarrassment, hiding your face in Aemond’s neck to which he just chuckles. 

“Let them listen, let them wait.” He shakes his head, prying your face away from him so he could gaze deep into your eyes. “We’re happy.” 

Aemond preens at the idea of people looking at you and seeing the image of genuine happiness – genuine love in a marriage – the ideal that everyone seeks and yearns for, but that is most certainly but a distant dream, especially among Targaryens.

Hence why it always surprises you, when this exhibitionist side of him surges up whenever you’re out together during royal affairs. Someone so usually reserved, not above proudly displaying his love for you, either to servants or lords.  

“They can hear us enjoying each other in our own bed all for all I care…” Aemond growls into the side of your neck, massaging your back in firm circles before gripping the meat of your ass and thighs to plunge in deeper, as he leans into your ear to hoarsely whisper, “Or why don’t we let them in? hmmmm? Let them serve our meal and see us…give them something to think about for the rest of the day.” 

You moan loudly as his voice sends shivers running down your spine, and you can’t deny that you’re feeling turned on by the prospect of having an audience, mixed with pride and joy over him being this unabashed – of him wanting to show you off, show off your love.

You grin and caress his muscled back, whispering conspiratorially, “well then, let them in to serve our breakfast.”   

Aemond finally smiles like the cat that got the cream, nodding before turning to the door to yell, “come in!” and soon the door opens, and two servants with their hands full enter the bedchamber. 

Shock would be an understatement, as they stand there before the two of you, absolutely paralyzed, but Aemond merely raises an eyebrow at them. 

“You may serve us.” He orders, fixing them with a deadly glare that sets the servants in motion immediately. 

The poor men are blushing intensely, with their hands shaking as they prepare the set up. 

You tense, feeling slightly guilty but Aemond merely adjusts his thrusts to hit from a different angle, with a different pace that has you seeing stars, head tilting back as you moan uncontrollably. 

“Let them listen…” he whispers into your ear before nibbling on its shell and outline, grazing and biting your earlobe, “Let them know who makes you feel this good...” 

You cry out loud from the overwhelming mixture of emotions, from his thick cock to his deep voice to the feeling of his hands rubbing tantalizing circles on your clit and holding your neck so that he can kiss it sloppily, to the layer of adrenaline from having people listen. 

Something shifts in you, making you feel a little bit devilish – so you let go, give one impish look to one of the blushing servants before smooching Aemond’s neck audibly, being obnoxiously loud as you wrap your legs around Aemond and pull at his hair so egg him on to fuck you even harder with no regard for the other people in the room.

Aemond chuckles darkly, perfectly content to play the game with you, as he leans down to lick and suck at your breasts while groaning like a truly depraved man – the vibrations of his moans and grunts against your skin, akin the ground trembling when Vaghar’s about to take flight.  

Aemond’s pistoning picks up at a vicious pace that has your vision going black, grasping desperately at his back, clawing at his shoulders as moan, after moan, after moan tears down your throat hysterically. 

You feel like you’re suspended in an endless black sea of bliss as you cum, and keep going, floating on and on amongst vibrating waves, before sweet kisses to your forehead bring you back to consciousness. 

You blink sleepily, then turn to look at the servants – both wide eyed and red – and embarrassment once more washes over you, making giggle nervously and hide your face in the crook of your husband’s neck. 

He slows to a stop ever so gently, looking up and smiling at you before following your gaze to where the servants are standing awkwardly, waiting for further instructions from the prince.

He nods in a silent command, to which they respond with a court, “yes, my lord,” and dash right out of the door, making the both of you burst into a fit of laughter. 

You look up at Aemond, all starry-eyed and blissed out, lovingly caressing the side of his face and tucking loose strands of silver hair behind his ear, before echoing the servant’s words, playfully. 

“Yes, my lord…” you mock, “I’ve gotta say…that has a nice ring to it.” You smile and arch your eyebrows flirtatiously. “I’d say…if you were to take a little bit of a dominant role with me, my darling…let’s just say I wouldn’t be opposed to  it.” 

“Oh…”

He smirks and roughly grabs your legs to hook them up in his shoulders, not yet pulling out of you. “Is that something my lady love would like, hmm?” He groans right into your ear before kissing your forehead, then your nose – sweet little pecks that soon melt into one long, sloppy kiss on your lips that has you giggling and moaning in it. 

“Aemond, our food will turn cold." You pat his shoulders, "We can try that later…” 

“I’m not hungry for food, dear love…” His stomach growls in the midst of his kisses, making him chuckle for having been betrayed by his own body. 

“Alright, let’s eat.” He grins in a fiendish way, before helping you up and out of the bed. “After all, we’ll need all the energy we can get for later…”

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Sorceress of my heart 💜

Yennefer of Vengerberg | The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt

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Babes come get your juice!

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I tried to imagine what type of armor Aemond would wear and this is what I came up with ⚔️

It wanted it to be sturdy while still allowing him to move freely, and the color palette to stay in the black, gold and green tones that characterize his family.

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Ladies, we got blessed with another christmas gift! 🎁

New crumb from fan 🥺. He is not buzzcut at all.

Credit:https://twitter.com/helaenism?t=nQMkHM_NkNCDcE3tmNurGw&s=09

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Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays season to everyone! 🎄 Here's some news & update I want to share with:

Some time ago I asked you guys to sent me some requests and trust me - I tried to get my stuff together to write them asap, but I got sick and spent entire last week fighting the fever instead of heap of crazy ideas in my head lol.

This week isn't any better, I've been caught up in the Christmas shopping, preparations and all that stuff, so I hope to get back to writing them over the Christmas or during the New Year break.

And I know I supposed to post 6th chapter of my Dragons eat Seahorses series and I've got like 80-90% written already, but I got stuck on wrapping the plot for this one and the ending itself. ISTG guys, my brain apparently died bc of the amount of smut in these series and this chapter contains Aemond&Aegon threesome (yep, my poor mind fcked itself while I was writing that lol). English isn't my native language so it makes it even more complicated and troublesome for me to write sth that long&complex at a satisfactory pace. So...

...for now I want to focus on short fics/one-shots/drabbles, etc. It's def easier for me to scratch them and it's less time-consuming & my mind is not parching that much while scraping them. So that's my plan for now, maybe when my brain unlocks I'll come back to those series. Who knows, my imagination can be pretty unpredictable...

*that's my imaginary Aemond staring at me whenever I try to write sth. SIR, please stop :/

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Dear OP, you didn't have to go so hard for it... But you did and I thank you for it. 🥴🫠

Aemond Targaryen x niece reader smut...

Pairing: Aemond x Strong!Reader x Aegon | Side pairing: Aegon x Aemond

Warnings: female!reader, frenemies, arrange marriage, family feuds, threesome sex (M/M/F), bisexual sex, incest, slight dub-con, facesitting, oral sex (m and f giving/receiving), throat fucking, cock worship, dom/sub themes, bdsm themes, spit fetish, cum swapping, facials, dirty talk, name-calling, slight degradation, pussy slapping, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, edging, double penetration, multiple positions, 

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Your marriage to Aemond was a complete farce. You knew it; he knew it. A marriage between House Targaryen and House Velayron was a grabbing-at-straws attempt to ease tensions between them. But, you each knew that it’d be pointless to do so. Aemond made it clear what he thought of you and your family, and you’d learned to not like his in return. You’d been there the night he called you and your brothers ‘bastards’. You’d listened to his toast at a family dinner, where he toasted to the health of his niece and nephews:

‘Each of them handsome, wise...strong.’ 

How could your mother expect you to marry him after that? She could have picked any other man, but chose him in a weak attempt at making peace. You didn’t really like Aemond. He was cold, mean, intimidating, lethal, and impulsive. He hardly spoke to you during your courtship, and even less once you married. You didn’t mind it at all. You didn’t have to spend time with him, if you didn’t want to. For a young married couple, you did not share a bed. Both your chambers were connected by an apartment in between them. This made it easy for one to see the other if they needed to, but that rarely happened. You avoided Aemond’s company, if at all possible. 

There’s only one time you truly desire your husband’s company.

“Aemond?” 

You stood beside Aemond’s bed in your nightgown. Aemond laid naked underneath his sheets, soundlessly sleeping and unaware of your presence in his room. It was quite unnerving watching him sleep. He didn’t wear the eye patch to bed, so his sapphire eye remained open and glimmering. It was foolish, but you felt as if Aemond slept with one eye open at all times. You turned away from his eye to the rest of his body. Chiseled from years of training and exercise, Aemond went from a scrawny boy into a lean, tall man. Even with your sour feelings towards him, you couldn’t deny he’d become handsome. Women at court did not envy you though, since they found his disfigurement ghastly. 

“Aemond,” you said his name a bit louder, which caused him to slowly roll onto his side to face you. 

“What?” he replied groggily, not opening his closed eye. 

You walked over to the bed, gingerly taking his hand to put under your gown. A soft whimper escaped your lips at the light touch of his fingers on your sex. You guided his hand over your slit a few times before he sensed your wetness. He did not open his eye, yet that familiar crooked smirk crossed his face. You stayed standing, taking in his soft caresses. His thumb dragged over your clitoris in slow circular motions each time he went upwards. A familiar tightness began forming between your thighs as Aemond’s hand rubbed your pussy. You felt his long fingers brush across your entrance while he teased the pearl in your folds. 

“I wonder what made you so wet,” you heard his soft voice say to you. “Were you, perchance, thinking of me, dear wife?” 

“I may have...”

No, not ‘may have’. You’d never tell him that you’d been in bed remembering the last time you shared a bed. After a day of watching him in the training yard, you’d started picturing the taunt muscles underneath contracting in each movement. You thought about how his defined arm muscles whenever he propped himself above you; how hard his shoulders felt under your fingers when he thrusted into you. His thumb continued gradually circling your pussy while you thought about how his tongue felt so much better. He always kept it light and slow, knowing the feeling sent you into a blissful torture. 

“Would you like me to do what I did to you last time?” he asked, eyes focused on your soaked sex. You’re never wet enough for him. You could make yourself positively dripping before seeing him, and he’d still tease until he was satisfied. “I know how much you enjoyed it,” he said, rapidly rubbing your clit just to watch you tremble at his touch, “And I certainly did...especially when you came for me...because of me...because of me and my tongue...”

“Aemond...”

“Come have a seat,” he said, sliding further down on his bed and giving you space. “It’d be wrong of me to leave my wife wanting.”

Right away, you straddled Aemond’s head and sat on his face. A flood of pleasure washed over you as his tongue continued the same motions as his thumb. You’d made yourself already so sensitive, that your body became hyper-aware of his body against yours. Every lick made you weak. He flicked over the small nub of your clit, sliding from side to side and up and down gingerly. Each swipe sent dozens of nerves down to your core where the ball tightened. You tore off the sheets covering his lower half, and your mouth watered.

Another positive side to your marriage: Aemond’s cock. A little above average size, you simply liked looking at it sometimes. You took it in your hand, feeling it pulse in your palm, and slowly stroked. Blood pumped through the veins to make it harder, thicker and longer. Already, you imagined him balls deep inside you and taking you how he pleases. It stabbed your ego a bit to submit to a “Green”, but Aemond’s cock...how could you resist? Aemond groaned into your sex when you ran the flat of your tongue over his hardening shaft. You kissed every inch of it, worshipping the length and thickness in your hand; you reached down to the balls, heavy with cum and fitting perfectly in your hands, rolling them gently around while teasing his reddening tip. You traced the smooth skin of the bulb of his cock, latching your lips around for a gentle suck that made him groan into you again. The act on its own aroused you, and Aemond knew this. 

The strong, calloused hands that easily swung and twirled swords squeezed your ass tightly, giving each side a swift smack. His way of telling you to stop teasing him, but you didn’t obey. You loved teasing him. You continued slowly  swirling patterns along the shaft, feeling it tighten as he grew more aroused. You yelped once more when he smacked your ass again, growling into your pussy and making you squeal. When you didn’t take him in your mouth, but instead started playing with his balls again, Aemond’s hits became harder and sharper. No doubt your bottom will be feeling sore tomorrow. But, you didn’t care. Small shocks of pain combined with Aemond’s tongue fueled the arousal burning deep inside. You rocked your hips back and forth on his face, his chin and nose more apparent when you fully sat on his face, and started coating his length with precum. Aemond did not object at all. He hooked his arms around your thighs to keep you steady, and rapidly attacked your clit with his tongue. 

He moaned lowly when you finally slid him into your mouth. Nothing truly compared to Aemond inside you. Whether he slid into your mouth, cunt or, even sometimes, your ass, the feeling of him was addicting. Your families might not like one another, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t bed him. He was your husband. You’d never tell him how you touched yourself to thoughts of his cock sliding to your throat, droplets of precum spilling onto your tongue and mixing with your saliva so he went in smoother. You’d never say that you love it when he makes figure-eights on your clit and dips into your sex; that nothing brings you to orgasm faster than his long fingers probing your holes. Admitting that you’ve often peeked through his keyhole to watch him bathe after a long day would bring you no peace. 

Deciding your slow movements aren’t good enough, a large hand took hold of your hair and forced your head down. Finally. Your pussy throbbed as Aemond forced you to deep throat him. His tip pushed right into your throat over and over, causing you to gag and choke. Streams of saliva and precum came whenever you pulled away for breath; they fell from your open mouth back onto his wet cock. It only made you want more. Your pride sat aside while Aemond fucked your throat and tongued your pussy. Perhaps, somewhere deep down, you wanted to give him control. You wanted someone else to hold the reins. It became tiresome being the formidable daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, having to live up to her image and reputation. Aemond provided that, you supposed. As a soldier, he took orders often. 

With you, he can give orders. 

“Ride me,” he said, gripping your thighs and biting on the inner side, “Ride my cock however you please.” 

You did not protest. Sliding your sex down his body, you gasped once his cock brushed your sensitive cunt. Hands on the bed between his legs, you straddled his hips and rocked yourself over him. You went the entire length, only stopping when your clit touched his tip. His hands grasped your ass and gave it another smack, a demand for you to slide him inside your hot sex. 

“Don’t make me put it for you,” he grunted between his teeth, “If I do, I’m going to treat you like the little bastard whore you are.”

The words, at any other time, would send you into a rage. But right then, as you teased his cock between your folds, it only built up your arousal. Grabbing his base, you carefully pressed him to your entrance. The slight touch made your pussy throb around the tip pushing past it; you enjoyed hearing his frustrated groans as you teased him into you. The other of you moaned together when he fully filled you; your body tensed and clenched at the hard cock twitching against your walls. You closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in him. You forgot about the quarrels and reality outside his bedroom door, choosing instead to focus on Aemond Targaryen and how his cock made you see stars. Grasping the bed sheets beneath you, you started rocking yourself with him inside you, feeling his head slide further. Aemond laid still, content to watch him slide in and out of you, while you started moving faster. 

Soon, yours and his moans grew louder when you bounced on him. He always hit the exact spot, angling himself to the weak point that made you unravel for him. How could anyone blame you for wanting this every night? You sometimes considered sharing a bed to make things easier; so you could have this as much as you liked. Aemond never said ‘no’. You recalled the times he’d cornered you in staircases and hallways, pushing you to a wall and taking you there where anyone could find you. Every time, he left you with weak legs and cum sliding down your thighs. If you slept in the same bed, you could enjoy the benefits of having him as your husband. 

Aemond slipped himself out of you, leaving a gap between your thighs as he rolled you onto your back and brought an ankle to his shoulder. Putting the other over his thigh and around his waist, Aemond went back inside in a new angle that made you roll your eyes back. His thumb continued rubbing your clit as before while he slammed his hips to yours. He kept his focus between your bodies, and awed at how his girth stretched you. You remained still for him to use as he wanted, a hole for him to pump until he came. You clutched the sheets bundled against your chest, needing something to keep you grounded, as Aemond blinded you to all sense. 

“Look at you,” he growled bending to suck and bite at your breast. The small twinges of pain only added to your desire. “My Lady Strong, surrendering her body over to me. I cannot fathom how disturbed your brothers would be seeing their big sister being fucked senseless,” he emphasized this with a few hard thrusts, “Her sweet cunt stretched and filled by me...” he smiled when you moaned loudly through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut and fighting off the urge to cum a bit longer. “Or perhaps...they might be jealous...” he stayed fully inside you a moment, “That they’ll never know how your body feels. Only I know...Only I know how your cunt squeezes me and pulls me closer when I’m ravaging you.” 

Aemond slid a hand up your body to your throat, giving a gentle squeeze and turning your next moan into a strangle gurgle. His words should upset you, but it almost brought you to the edge. He kept a hold on your throat even when he slipped out and laid behind you, pushing into your pussy and having you that way. Aemond continued spewing filthy words into your ear, playing on the fact you enjoyed his dirty talk, while pounding you. His fingers abused your overstimulated clit and his lips sucked and bit at your shoulder and neck. 

“Aemond, Aemond,” you struggled to say his name, “Aemond...”

“Yes, Lady Strong?” he taunted, going deeper to hear you whine each time. “Do you have something to say or simply enjoy moaning my name? I personally prefer the latter.”

“Please,” you gasped when he released your throat, “Let me...Let-Le-Let me...”

“Cum? Is that what my lady wishes, hm?” 

“Y-Yes. I cannot hold on...hold on much longer, oh gods, Aemond, fuck, please.” 

“You’re going to,” he demanded, withdrawing from you right when you felt it approaching, “Until I decide you can.”

“You absolute arse-Ah, Aemond!”

He sunk down between your legs again and buried his face to your drenched clit. You stayed on your side, knee lifted, and grinded into his mouth. You wriggled each time his tongue swiped over your clit; it sent a whole new sensation that drew your orgasm forward. He snickered knowing what he was doing to you, and how you’d folded immediately for him. You hated it, but couldn’t help enjoying the feeling of his tongue flicking your pussy before spitting on it. Sliding a hand into his silky silver hair, you kept him right where you wanted him as he dipped his tongue into your fluttering hole. You used his tongue, the tip of his nose brushing your clit while his chin cupped the underside. Aemond did not protest to you quite literally fucking his face. He loved it, and showed that while groaning small vibrations with his tongue. Yet, the moment your body began to tense and shake, he pulled away from you and laughed at your disappointed whimper. 

Aemond said nothing as he dragged you by the ankle to the edge of the bed, the movement requiring no effort for him with all his strength. Propping you onto your knees, Aemond spat on your pussy again, rolling his wet tongue over it before spitting once more. He loved your sex sloppy and wet. It excited him whenever you came to him already soaked and wanting. Satisfied with his work, he sunk back inside and grabbed both your arms. Pulling them behind your back, he bounced your body on his pelvis in a steady rhythm. The restraint would ache your body later, but nothing in you cared about later. The new position made you nearly scream from the pleasure coursing inside you. You tried so hard to chase your climax on your own; you needed it badly, and Aemond knew that. 

“Well, well, well,” another voice said, and you immediately felt ashamed. “What do we have here?”

You turned your head to see Aegon walk up to the bedroom area of the apartment, leaning against the divider frame on the top step. Violet eyes gazed over your naked, sweaty form as Aemond continued using you. He wore his traveling cloak, shirt and breeches. No doubt he’d just returned from the city and planned to visit his brother with a bottle of wine he’d brought. Shame crept up on you being exposed to the young prince this way. You hated how his eyes drank in the scene before him, immediately locking on you and your naked body. He walked over to the bed, smirking and crossing his arms, and said, “Looks like Lady Strong is finally being put in her place by my little brother...Is this what you like? Being fucked like a whore just like your mother?”

“Fuck you,” you spat at him, but he only laughed at the reaction. 

“They really get riled up whenever we mention it, don’t they?” Aegon asked his brother, who’d stopped thrusting. He knelt on the bed in front of you, Aemond lifting you until your back touched his chest. Both brothers chuckled once they saw the state of you. Aegon pinched your chin, causing you to look at him, “Such lovely lips,” he said, pushing drool from your chin back into your mouth, “I think I’m going to enjoy having them wrapped around my cock.” 

“You’d be surprised the things this one can do with her mouth,” Aemond groaned, bottoming his hips into you so you opened your mouth in a moan. “She certainly enjoys sucking my cock whenever given the chance.”

Aegon huffed and hurriedly untied his breeches. Aemond let you fall forward onto the bed until Aegon lifted you onto your hands by the hair. Holding himself at level with you, he slipped easily into your mouth. It felt strange having a soft dick in your mouth, the velvety skin rubbing over your tongue and reaching your throat. Aemond continuing to use your cunt, your moans became muffled by Aegon’s cock. You couldn’t help feeling embarrassed. Giving into your mother’s enemies, even if married to one, was not what you’d planned when you came to Aemond. Yet, both Targaryen men did not seem to care. Slowly, Aegon grew harder and moaned louder when he started hitting the back of your throat. Drool started leaking from your lips, the sound of your gagging encouraging both men further. Each thrust left you desperate for air and tightness in your chest. But, you liked this feeling. You enjoyed the slight restriction it gave every time he did it. The combination of sensations burning your body brought you close to your orgasm again. 

Deeming himself hard enough, removed his shirt as his brother withdrew from you again. 

“Has she finished at all?” Aegon smirked, removing his clothes with his stiff member sticking up to his stomach. 

“Not at all,” Aemond flipped you onto your back in the middle of the bed. He lifted your legs so Aegon could see your swollen, throbbing pussy, which made you feel more humiliated. “I never let her until she’s given me what I want. Isn’t that right, Lady Strong?” he slapped your pussy hard, which made you whine and buck your hips around. Your reaction made both brothers laugh out loud. He spread your legs apart, leaning over your hips, and spanked your sex a few more times. “Isn’t it?” he asked again, spitting on your pussy and slapping it again, “Answer me, whore.”

“Yes, yes!” you cried when he gave a particularly hard slap, “Yes...”

“Let me try her out.” 

Aegon forced your knees to your stomach until you folded in half. Unlike his brother, he did not tease or go slowly. He forced himself fully into you, moaning and shutting his eyes when you encompassed him. Pinned down by your own body, you could only lay there and let him have his way. He wasn’t as long as Aemond, but you definitely felt him stretch you. His head hit right where you became weakest, causing your thighs and knees to tremble each time he touched it. Aemond’s hand rubbing and spanking your clit only heightened your pleasure. You couldn’t believe it. You felt so ashamed, yet so aroused by it. 

“Clean my cock,” Aemond prodded his head to your mouth, “Clean me up before I go back in.”

You weakly opened for him, immediately tasting yourself on his length. Your jaw began aching from having your mouth open so long, but you enjoyed it too much to care. A thick mixture of fluids gave Aemond easy entry, and he slid fully to you throat. It hurt being breached so many times in one night. He kept you still by the hair, thrusting in while also rapidly and lightly running his fingers over your clit. You could feel your eyes tear from the pressure building and being withheld from you every time Aegon pumped into you. He pulled out of your mouth, streaks of fluids leaking from his tip, and tapped it onto your face. 

“Filthy whore,” he sneered, wiping his wet cock over your face and mouth, “I suppose it is true what they say about bastards: They truly are products of sin and lust.”

“And this one is a very nice product,” his brother agreed.

Aegon kept himself on his fists as he went faster. His eyes stayed focused on his brother using your mouth. You saw the laughter behind his eyes. The satisfaction he must be feeling seeing his niece be used this way. It disgusted you, yet you wanted him to make you cum so much you gave him a pleading look. When your pussy tightened around him, he instantly pulled out and laughed at your wriggling. He continued smiling as he instantly started licking your pussy, not minding the various fluids leaking from it. Aemond stopped teasing your clit to let Aegon take over, and went to pinching your nipples with his wet hand. He rolled both between his fingers at the same as Aegon flicking you, both of them being merciless in their teasing. You nearly came several times during this, though each stopped once they sensed it. You almost cried from the denial. 

“Aw, is our cock sleeve crying?” Aemond teased, slapping himself on your cheeks where he saw tears. “Is this too much for you?”

“Ye-yes,” you nodded, “Please, let me cum. Please.”

“But, we’re not finished,” he said as if it were obvious. “If you’re a good toy for us, we’ll let you cum as much as you want, but for now, this is about our pleasure, not yours. Understand?” he smacked your face with his cock again before putting it back into your mouth, not giving a chance to respond. 

“My brother is insanely lucky,” Aegon’s voice remained muffled by the clit in his mouth, “Having the luscious, gorgeous Lady Strong all to himself whenever he pleases...If only the Gods favored me so...” 

“I wouldn’t mind sharing,” Aemond said, pushing back into your mouth. “We are brothers, after all, and our mother always said sharing brings people closer.”

“So much closer.” He swirled his tongue over your pussy, fingers dipping and curling inside you suddenly, and continued the torture so you moaned around Aemond’s cock. “But, there is one hole I think my brother hasn’t tried yet,” 

He pulled out his fingers, coated in your slick, and went down to your buttocks. You jolted when he slid his fingers between them; he didn’t mind them being squished down, as long as you felt his fingers brush your hole. 

“Trust me,” Aemond sighed, forcing himself deep in your mouth, “I have many times. She loves it. She’s never cummed harder than when I’ve fucked her ass.” 

“Is that so?” Aegon asked, continuing to rub your ass hole while licking your clit. “I’d love to test that for myself.” 

“At least let me fuck her while you do that,” he grunted back, “I fear I might finish if I stay in her perfect mouth any longer.”

“Fine.”

Aegon moved away as you weakly straddled Aemond again. They kept you pressed to Aemond, who brought you into a deep kiss, while Aegon guided Aemond’s dick into your pussy. Your pussy still filled once more, you began bouncing on him out of habit. The brothers laughed at your desperation.

“Look at her,” Aegon laughed, giving your ass a spank, “So desperate for our cum, isn’t she? Do not fret, Lady Strong, you will get it soon.”

“Very soon,” Aemond held you down against him, continuing to kiss you while slowly pushing up inside you. 

The thing that drove you wild was feeling Aegon spread your ass cheeks apart. His tongue started sliding around the rim, occasionally sliding up to your crack and back down to where you and Aemond met. Aemond huffed whenever he did this. You could’ve sworn the elder brother licked over his balls once or twice, before returning to your ass. Keeping you spread open, Aemond whimpered at the slight teasing your heat brought. His tongue brushed around yours in each deep kiss, more fluids leaving your mouths. 

“He’s going to fuck you in your ass,” Aemond said in your ear, biting at your throat, “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

“Wait...”

“Don’t worry, love,” he said, “It only hurts for a moment. Aegon will be gentle with you...Oh, fuck, fuck, Aegon...”

You heard a soft humming come from below, and knew what Aegon did to Aemond. It excited you somehow. The thought of the two brothers locked in a passionate embrace some drunken night long ago made you start riding Aemond again. They let you enjoy this pleasure for a short time, however, before a finger slipped into your ass. The feeling alien and surreal, your eyes closed to savor the new pleasure burning you alive. Your body began feeling weak and pliable; they could do whatever they wished, as long as you were allowed to finally cum. Aegon kept his fingers at a gentle pace while he focused his tongue elsewhere. You knew where based on how Aemond’s head tilted into the pillow and his nails dug into your flesh. Aegon even pulled him out of you at one point, and you heard soft humming come from below, a bit of spitting before putting him back inside you. 

Soon, you felt something hard push to your hole. Thicker and harder than fingers, you braced yourself for the plunge. Aegon went inch by inch, giving you a second to adjust before going further. Aemond held you close, kissing you softly and muttering encouragements while his brother went hilt-deep into your ass. Having both brothers fully inside you completely undid you. They each slowly thrusted together, both of them hitting each side of the same spot. 

Neither of them stopped you once you came. You came hard and loud when they finally started going faster. Aegon teased your nipples while Aemond rubbed your clit to add more fuel to it all. Your screams filled the space of the bed, your orgasm hitting you hard and making your body contract. Your muscles shook as you feverishly pushed back into both cocks. You never imagined having two before. It felt better than anything else Aemond has ever done to you on his own. When you started coming down, trembling and quaking between them, they each withdrew from you and let you flop onto the bed below. Rather than stroke themselves...

Aegon and Aemond stroked each other. It seemed to heighten the pleasure for them both, making them both gasp and whine as they orgasmed. You laid there, touching your sore sex, as you watched them jerk each other off. Aemond’s large hand moved swiftly and easily over Aegon’s leaking cock, while Aegon squeezed the tip of Aemond’s each time he went to it. You wondered, as you begged them to cum on you, how many times they’ve done this. You wanted to see them do it again. Soon, the droplets of semen started spraying from their tips onto your body, leaving streaks of hot cum on your breasts and face. You kept your mouth open for whatever drops reached your mouth, which excited both of them further. 

When they finally finished, Aegon and Aemond fell onto the bed with you. You felt sticky, sweaty, and sore, yet also satisfied and elated from the sex. You thought it’d ended before Aegon started licking cum from you to put into your mouth with kisses. Aemond laid content to watch his brother kiss his wife, enjoying the sight of their tongues swapping what he’d just sprayed over you. This was usually the part where you wiped yourself clean, pulled on your gown, and left Aemond alone. However, your body became heavy with exhaustion and you doubted you’d be going anywhere. 

“How do you feel?” Aemond asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he rolled onto his side. 

“Tired.”

“She’s not the only one,” Aegon said in a stretch, “It’s been too long, Brother. Far too long.”

“I agree.” He pecked your lips softly, and whispered, “Stay here with me. I like keeping you close when I’ve finished breaking you apart...” 

The way he phrased it made you deepen his next kiss. By no means did you heart warm or melt at the kiss. These men will no doubt make it known what you’d done here today, whether in snide remarks near your mother or insults to your brothers. They’ll bring it up to silence you during arguments or simply to watch you turn away shamefully. Perhaps you’ll do the same by bringing up how Aemond nearly came when Aegon licked his balls. You kissed Aemond deeper, feeling a hand slide between your thighs. 

You’d learn that Targaryen lust is absolutely insatiable. 

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A/N: Wow, that really took a turn lol I know it was meant to be only Aemond x Niece, but I couldn’t help it with the TGC brain rot I’ve been experiencing. Hope you guys liked this one! <3 

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Can we just stop for a moment and appreciate those moments and all? Like sweet mother of sexiness, that stare...

My sincere reaction being completely devastated by that man's beauty and overall glamor:

Does Ewan even realize how much havoc he causes wearing that damn wig and eyepatch with such a natural grace and all!?

(btw those gifs are not mine, found them on pinterest)

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"I just saw my daughter for the first time in years..." Ok, let me just go and cry into my pillow... 😭😭😭💔

HBO, I swear to gods, if u won't release all those deleted scenes, i'm gonna burn my subscription and then Dracarys all of you!!!

Btw why did they delete this?? It was such a goddamn good and meaningful scene, Baela's character fully deserved this to be shown!

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Rules: tag nine people you want to know better! (I'm still pretty new here, so I don't know so many people)

Tagged by: @theonewiththeimaginaryboyfriends thank u!

Three ships (like only three?! ok, here we go):

Aemond/Daemon Targaryen x any character from HoTD/F&B - do I really have to explain it? :p I feel like One-Eyed Prince is my soulmate and an imaginary perfect lover, he's like my spirit animal - all at the same time. And Daemon? The fact that he is Aemond's uncle and literally his eternal nemesis makes him even more hot and winsome (both physically and mentally).

Arthur Morgan x John Marston from Red Dead Redemption 2&1 - good God, I love them, I love my cowboiii boaaahs! Also RDR2 was was truly one of the very few games that brought me to tears and an emotional breakdown. I mean, when Arthur passed I literally felt like I just lost a friend, you know? And John... Oh boy, he got a chance to start a new life because of Arthur and at the end of the first game... No, I'm not gonna spoiler even more bc even now I'm internally cryin' hah.

Geralt mothafuckin' of Rivia x Yennefer of Vengerberg x Ciri x like literally everyone from The Witcher saga - I'm a die-hard fan of this universe (games & books to be precise, not this shitty crap netflix show). And I'm proud to be from a country that has given the world one of the best fantasy franchises - yep, I'm Polish, a true born Slavic soul. :p So you can technically say, that I'm from a Geralt's homeland haha.

First ever ship: I don't really remember, hard one to answer... but let's say it was Will Turner x Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean (I had a crush on Orlando Bloom a very loooooooong time ago, don't blame me :p)

Last song: Jeremih & 50 Cent - Down on me

Last movie: Luckiest Girl Alive

Currently reading: The Kingdom by Jo Nesbo

Currently watching: just watched another episode of Suits

Currently consuming: milk chocolate with coconut filling yummyyy

Currently craving: Aemond being down on me (:p), but for real - my fav sweet wine, some sleep&rest after hard week of work and maybe some interesting convos after

Tagging: @gabrieletargaryen @omgsuperstarg @spideymatcha @pinkydevil16 @msmarvel-19

Rules: tag nine people you want to know better! (literally I cannot do nine I did five - nine is a lot when I'm sleepy)

Tagged by @valhanna

Three ships: are these supposed to be in a particular order?

1. 11th Doctor x Clara Oswin Oswald - not my Doctor Who OTP (that's The Doctor x TARDIS) but as a character 11 was so wonderfully obsessed with his Impossible Girl in a way that was both scary and loving. I don't compare companions with other Doctors (maybe some people feel that Clara and 12 are better together), I compare companions with other companions for that particular Doctor. Amy was 11's best friend and not romantic, so if I ship 11 romantically at all it is with Clara or TARDIS.

2. Aemond Targaryen x a few people - it started with Helaemond because I really do love him and Helaena but I have different versions of my blorbo that live in my head. The one that is truest to character for me is my Aemond x ofc because he isn't always soft and cuddly like I think he has to be with Helaena.

3. Daemon Targaryen x literally everyone in the world. I can't ship him enough and I'm sure by the time we get the second season of HotD I will be shipping Daemond out of boredom (or because fan art convinced me)

First ever ship: Lestat x Armand (from my first read-through of The Vampire Chronicles circa 1995-96)

Last song: My Watch Has Ended - Ramin Djawadi

Last movie: re-watching a few things currently including The Crown Season 1 but I did re-watch Titanic a couple days ago

Currently reading: audiobook of Lord of the Rings because as much as I love LotR it's a beast to read

Currently watching: Nerdforge YouTube videos... I cannot get enough of their projects.

Currently consuming: a salad and peach iced tea.

Currently craving: a nice rest and Diet Coke

Tagging: @aemond-de-lioncourt @mommyslittlewarcriminal @starlady66 @multifanderisspooky @bottlesandbarricades

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Aww, guys thank you for the 1st 100 followers! A big thank you to each and everyone! ❤ I'm finally opening my mailbox for requests, yaaay!

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I hope that maybe in the future, I'll be able to grow like my little fam here, so we could all enjoy ourselves in a safe space, sharing things we love/like and our thoughts (especially about our MC One Eye Prince and Ewan himself :p).

And I decided to celebrate this fact by opening my mailbox here - so FEEL TOTALLY FREE TO SEND ME REQUESTS about our favs - Aemond/Daemon, you can also ask for something about Aegon or maybe other characters or mixed, I'll try to figure sth out for them too. I definitely prefer something short, like drabbles, concepts/one shots or headcanons - I won't take ideas for entire series, that's for sure.

Try to be as precise and concise as you can - I'd be grateful if you'd send me concrete details of what do you exactly want me to write. And don't be shy or afraid - I can take almost everything, from smut to angst/fluff.

I'll try to pick one or a few in the beginning of next week, and write them as soon as possible, depends on what exactly I will write.

So I'm here, waiting, ready&steady!

(sorry, I've posted this a bit earlier but deleted this accidentaly and somehow I managed to reupload it again lol)

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This is so right, girl! Someone finally wrote facts!

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU CANT HANDLE OPINIONS (or just facts tbh) BECAUSE THIS WILL PISS YOU OFF. AND I CANT REPLY TO COMMENTS ON MY POSTS FOR SOME REASON SO IF YOU DO READ THIS AND GET MAD YOU UNFORTUNATLEY WONT GET A RESPONSE LMFAO.

I'm actually so tired of Aemond Antis (and just mindless black obsessors in general) acting as if there wasn't any justification in Aemond killing Luce, or even just taking his eye at Storms End like he wanted to.

When Luce gouged Aemonds eye out, Jace knew what was gonna happen. He may not have known it would be his eye, but he saw Luce crawl to the knife and his reaction was not to be like "Put it down Luce" or any form of common fucking sense at all. He literally threw sand in his face so Luce could stab him, or whatever fucked up shit Jace wanted to do.

Jace pulled a knife on Aemond because Aemond called him a bastard (Which he is), NOT because of the rock. The rock at been lowered and Luce had been put down by the time Jace unsheathed the knife. Even Rhaena yelled "Jace!" Because she knew that was wrong. Aemond was never going to hit anyone with the rock anyway, he made threats about burning them alive. Rocks don't just randomly burst into flames yall.

When Aemond lifts the rock again, it's clearly taunting. Also, he had every right to grab the rock. He was being 4v1d. And he even tried to avoid it, he only pushed Rhaena away when she lunged at him. Then Baela punched him. Do yall expect him to just sit there and take it? Being beat by four people?

And even after, Luce showed absolutley no remorse for permanently mutilating Aemond. Even after it was said that the eye was lost. He's a little privileged shit and I don't blame Aemond for hating him.

At the feast, Luce at his grown fucking age, decides to laugh at Aemond. Still not showing any goddamn remorse. He laughed in his face, clear as goddamn day.

It was only at Storms End did he realize "Oh shit, I'm not actually all that it's just I've always been in the company of my family."

And so Aemond, now having the chance with none of the Blacks around, asks him for his eye. Even still gives him the opportunity to pick which one, and only one. He wouldn't blind him.

And Luce, still being a pussy, runs away. I mean, let's all be completely honest here, if you were Aemond wtf would you do? This motherfucker, the guy who stole your eye, didn't feel bad (Not one goddamn apology), mocked you, and refused to pay the debt runs off. People have pointed out that logically Aemond because of how it was cut would have chronic pain. He's lived with that, constant reminders for six years. SIX YEARS. And even before that was bullied by his brother and nephews.

So, Aemond chases after him. To corner him and take his eye? To scare him? I don't fucking know. But they both (As in the two of them, Lucerys and Aemond,) lose control of their dragons and neither have any control over what they do. Even Luce, his dragon as small as it was. Arrax flames Vhagar, Vhagar gets mad and chomps him. We literally heard Aemond screaming and begging for Vhagar to stop. There is no way yall watched that scene and genuinley thought Aemond wanted to kill him. If you did, I think you have some context issues and a possible lack of empathy.

And above all, Aemond showed remorse. You could clearly see he was tearing up, and regretted it.

Do I think Luce deserved to die like that? No. Do I think he deserved the fear, and to have his eye taken? Absofuckinglutley.

Aemond will always be better than Lucerys idgaf. Argue with my giant balls.

This is not a safe space for Aegon stans go away I don't wanna hear nor see you you're all disgusting and deserve to have makeup products tested on you.