#Aemond targaryen x targaryen reader

[rosenyras]

The Night of Feud and Desire

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon ( Strong ) Female Reader

Summary: After Aemond stirs up the Dragon’s Dinner with his taunts, you go and search for him to give him a piece of your mind. However, the night ends very differently than you had planned.

Warnings: Nsfw, typical Targaryen inc*st, language, slight violence, slight choking, Aemond is rough, overstimulation

Notes: I used a Valyrian translator so apologies if it’s not correct!

To be truthful, you were just about done with every one of your family members.

Your brothers - more so Lucerys - despite being your bestest of friends had never irked you more so than tonight. You had wanted so badly for this dinner to go smoothly, especially after the heartfelt speeches both Alicent and your mother spoke towards the other. But the men in the family clearly had other plans.

By the time you had seen Lucerys’ teasing smirk towards Aemond, your foot kicking into his leg to abruptly stop him came too late and the long haired blonde had already embarked on his disguised digs towards Rhaenyra’s children. His part towards you, however, was slightly different - if not a bit basic - even though the obvious reference to Harwin Strong applied to you as well.

“To my beautiful niece, Y/N, I hope the days ahead of you treat you with kindness. And to my nephews …” And the night fell in sure swiftness after the rest of his words were alight in the air.

When the boys began their scuffle, you had originally wanted to intervene more so to get Aegon’s hands off your little brother. Though he was a nuisance, you were quite protective of him. However, a hand on your arm and a warning look belonging to your great uncle, Daemon, refrained you from doing so.

After all of you were dismissed to your separate bed chambers, only an hour had passed before you decided to leave. You did not blame Aemond for the retaliation in his own right, but the constant digs that he threw you and your brothers about being bastards over the last couple of years had rooted itself in your gut and would not ease unless you confronted him about it.

Aemond and your brothers war of words were one thing, to be entirely truthful you did not forget how Aemond was often tormented as a child, but most of that was derived from Aegon, and he did not show that same aggression towards his brother. And to you - you did not understand it.

You and Aemond were so very close as children, being outsiders in your own right - you, a girl amongst brothers and him, a dragonless child that was often picked on. You defended him from Aegon, and your brothers knew when to quiet so not to face your wrath. You also allowed Aemond to be close to your dragon, Rhyxia, so he could at least satisfy his yearning for a dragon.

In turn, he taught you the way of a sword - in secret of course. You were not allowed to join public practice due to the sole reason of your gender, so he would use whatever he learned in lessons to teach you how to defend yourself. The two of you had an undisclosed agreement of sorts, yet you had never been happier than when you were together.

And then, the distance grew when your mother announced your family would inhabit Dragonstone. Once the year passed and you and Aemond were reunited once more by way of Laena Velaryon’s funeral, it was as if no time had passed at all. Until your brothers and cousins engaged in a fight that took his eye.

You were not there during the attack, but you knew when you heard of the word he had chose to spit in the face of Luke and Jace - and by extension, you - your childhood bonding would be forever fractured. And as he stood with his mother and you yours, you never imagined yourself alone with Aemond again. Until now.

As you shut your door, you were instantly met with your assigned guard. He was a lovely young man, but as your eyes lay on him irritation grew within your bones. “Princess Y/N, where are you headed at such a late hour?”

Biting your lip, you deigned him a response that would indeed be unsatisfactory. “Ser Rolland, I just wish to go for a stroll alone, if you’ll excuse me…”

As you made to take a step, he placed a hand in front of you. “Your mother instructed I stay with you, I’m sorry, my lady.”

You loved your mother dearly, but right now you had to refrain from rolling your eyes at her overprotectiveness.

“Well, we best get a move on then, Ser Rolland.”

As you strolled the hallways, the sound of moving armour dawned each of your steps. It soon became clear to you in your want to keep the secrecy on where you were headed would be of no use, and besides, you couldn’t exactly remember where Aemond’s quarters were now, especially if his rooms had changed.

Turning to your guard, you placed a small smile upon your lips. “If you may, Ser, could you please escort me to Prince Aemond’s chambers?”

A single blink was all you received in terms of facial expression as your guard responded. “Of course, my lady.”

As he took charge, you followed Ser Rolland for quite a distance until he stopped outside a door that held a guard posted outside. So Aemond had changed his rooms. Interesting.

As you approached the door, you decided a knock would be more pleasant than simply barging in on your uncle, no matter how much you wished to do so. If he were to be indecent and you stumbled upon him with no clothes … you shook your head to get rid of those thoughts as your face warmed with embarrassment.

A faint call of ‘Enter’ was your only preparation before you opened and stepped inside Aemond’s room.

You noticed him immediately, sitting in front of a fireplace, his back towards you. You could only see the slightest hint of his face, his eyepatch calling to you as if serving you of a memory you would much rather forget.

“How may I help you, niece?”

His voice spoke louder than the crackling embers dancing in front of him. You clasped your hands behind your back, deigning your voice to remain as steady as possible. “How come you know it is me, uncle?”

Aemond’s head turned towards you in the slightest move that he might not have even moved at all. “Only you knock in such a pattern, Y/N. I have not forgotten.”

You couldn’t help but scoff slightly. “Yet it seems you have forgotten what I once was to you. Are you often in the company of remembering the knock patterns of bastards?”

Silence fell, the tension so heavy that you could easily slice it. And just as suddenly, Aemond stood, as if he couldn’t help but remind you that he towered over you even from afar. As he spoke, he crept closer and closer towards you - as if a magnetic pull was driving the two of you closer.

“You know those insults irk your brothers more so than you, it is why I speak them. Did you not say as a child you had no care for who your father was and by extension that word had no effect over you?”

Well. Damn.

To be truthful you did not expect him to remember such a throwaway comment and in such detail, perhaps you should know better than to underestimate Aemond Targaryen.

“You are right, but perhaps my expectations that you would have forgotten about this childhood melodrama were foolish-”

Not a second passed after those words left your mouth that Aemond had grabbed hold of your waist and pushed you up against the closest wall. Your back thudded with the impact, more so shock from not expecting such a move.

It was a low blow, of course it was, but you had not forgotten that Aemond had not even looked at you the night his eye was taken, as if acknowledging your presence was beneath him from that point forward.

Aemond placed a hand next to your head, caging you in with both his body and his glare. “Your brother took my eye and I swear, I will take revenge for that. You should be content that I did not do more tonight.”

Your eyes briefly flicked down to his lips but you forced yourself to keep eye contact with him, not allowing yourself to flinch away. Instead of replying in English, you flicked your tongue to Valyrian. “Ao would ōdrikagon nyke, Aemond?” You would hurt me, Aemond?

Aemond slightly tilted his head downwards before raising his eyes towards yours. “Daor ao, aōha brothers.” Not you, your brothers.

“Naejot ōdrikagon ñuha brothers iksis naejot ōdrikagon nyke.” To hurt my brothers is to hurt me.

Aemond immediately drew himself closer, his breath mingling with yours as he lifted his right hand up to your throat, to do what, you did not know.

All you replied with was a small whisper. “Kostilus, Aemond.” Please, Aemond.

And that seemed to break him.

Closing the short distance between your lips, Aemond crashed his mouth upon yours, not caring about the smashing of teeth - almost like he was desiring the slight pain. His left hand remain caged against your head while his right enclosed around your throat with the slightest pressure as if it was in every inch of his desire to control you.

A slight whimper escaped you, the heat of anger and wanting building up inside you as you tried your best to convey that within the kiss. Once your mouth departed with that slight noise, Aemond didn’t miss a chance before slipping his tongue inside your mouth, your tongues not so much as dancing but instead his just completely dominating yours.

You lifted your hand against his cheek, the rough leather on the straps of his eyes patch rubbing against your skin. And as suddenly as you had placed it there, Aemond used the hand that was against your head to grab both of yours, lifting your arms up and holding them against the wall.

The sudden impact caused you to gasp, moving your hips subconsciously forward, instantly feeling the effect you were having on Aemond with his hardness stretching tight against his pants. In return, Aemond let the slightest of sighs slip between his lips as he moved his mouth towards your neck, tugging on your earlobe and using his tongue to run its way up and down your skin.

“I’ve wanted you since we were young, Y/N. My heart has always belonged to you.” His right hand moved from your neck to cup your cheek. “Ziry va moriot kessa.” It always will.

“Aemond, I-” before you had a chance to finish your sentence, Aemond took ahold of your arms and dragged you towards his bed, placing you on it before making his way on top of you so the two of you were eye to eye.

“I need to hear you say it, Y/N, that you want this.”

“I do,” you breathed, your words no more than whispers. “I want you, Aemond.”

Giving you one final look, Aemond began moving his way down your body until he was face to face with your clothed lower half. Your dress for the night had been one that was easy to slip on and so you had no other expectations as Aemond quickly slipped it off and with it your undergarments. As you lay completely naked, your nipples hardening with the fresh air, Aemond’s eyes rove over every inch of your body, as if you were a meal he wished to take his time with.

As he lifted his hands towards your thighs, separating them to get a good view of your cunt, slight whines escaped your mouth with the need to be touched. Aemond’s fingers circled around your inner thighs, drawing closer and closer with such a teasing touch.

“Seven hells, Aemond, please just-”

Your whine was soon cut off with his lips upon yours and with it, his fingers finally found your cunt. Considering how wet you were, it took you by no surprise as he easily found his way to your clit, circling it with such ease that you nearly exploded right then and there. His mouth managed to silence most of your moans, but they soon were unleashed as Aemond moved to one of your nipples and began licking and softly biting at it.

It was soon after that he slipped a finger inside your entrance, moving with such efficiency that an added second wasn’t far behind. He soon moved to your other nipple, continuing the same movements. It was after he fitted a third finger inside did he speak.

“Jaelan naejot rȳbagon skorkydoso olvie ao jorrāelagon nyke, isse Valyrīha.” I want to hear how much you need me, in Valyrian.

You whined in defiance slightly, but you were too far gone to refuse altogether.

“Ao gīmigon skorkydoso olvie nyke desire ao, Aemond. Emā va moriot known ziry. Just, please-” You know how much I desire you, Aemond. You’ve always known.

Suddenly, Aemond removed his fingers from you, making you annoyed with displeasure. His raised his hands to his lips, tasting you while remaining eye contact. Having enough of being the only presence in the room without clothes, you quickly tore at his leathers to get rid of them. You just wanted to be close to him.

Once he was rid of his clothes, he hooked your leg around his body, lowering you on the bed as he hovered over you, the two of you simply staring at each other was enough to make you content in the moment. As you lifted your hand to his face, you spoke in a hushed tone. “Take me, Aemond. Make me yours.”

And that he did. Aemond placed a singular kiss on your lips as he directed his cock towards your entrance, pushing in as he rested his forehead on yours. His hand that wasn’t fisted in the sheets beside your head made its way to your clit, circling it to relieve some of the pain.

Your breaths were getting louder by the minute, slowly turning into moans as Aemond moved back and forwards, easing into you more with each thrust. As you wrapped your hands around his shoulders, pulling him even more closer to you - if that was possible - you breathed out, “Aemond… please.”

Taking that as a sign to go faster, he began moving with more urgency with every thrust. It was as if he was conveying how much passion he had for you with how direct he was with snapping his hips against yours. As the seconds pass and your moans became louder and louder, both of your release on the edge, you couldn’t help but slip out, “I love you.”

Aemond’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, his hitched breaths and slight sighs abruptly stopped, but his hips sure didn’t. Aemond began thrusting with sudden urgency, the bed creaking against the wall. The hand that was gripping your thigh began pressing harder, something that was surely going to leave bruises the next morning.

Your release crept up without warning, exploding with such urgency that you couldn’t help but yelp. Aemond, however, didn’t let up on his pace. At first you thought he was helping you ride out your orgasm, but then it became clear he had no intention of stopping. “Aemond-“

“Did you mean it?” His hips slowed to a steady pace as he raised his head to look you in the eye, his only sign of pleasure was his hitched breaths. You instantly knew what he meant and you didn’t even try to deny it during the midst of such pleasure.

“Yes, fuck, yes I meant it.” Your nails began raking down his back as you couldn’t help but chase after another orgasm. Aemond didn’t waste a second before fastening his pace, wanting you to reach the height of your pleasure before he came.

“Fuck, Aemond!” You would feel sorry for every pair of ears in close proximity to you, but right now the only focus was your second orgasm rippling through every part of your body. You soon felt Aemond cum inside you, his only hint of outward pleasure was a low grunt escaping his lips.

Still inside you, Aemond once again placed his forehead upon yours, placing his lips on yours with such contrasted gentleness to the pace of his hips moments before. He made sure to look you in the eyes before speaking.

“It is true for me too, I love you with every inch of my being, Y/N.”

[artemiscrocksgf]

you vex me (aemond targaryen x reader)

part two now posted!

pairing: aemond targaryen x velaryon fem!reader

warning: angst , pining, enemies to lovers ?? , incest (uncle/niece) it's hotd ofc.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i couldn't help myself but use the iconic bridgerton line as a prompt for this. if y'all want this to be an enemies to lovers series let me know

The wind rustled the Weirwood tree, leaves drifting down from the branches above – your candle lamp being the only source of light as it illuminated the empty courtyard. The Godswood had become your escape from the endless politics that lived within the Keep. It started when you were a child as a place to hide from your siblings, now a place to hide from the world – since returning to King's Landing with your mother Princess Rhaenyra, and your siblings there has been barely a moment where there wasn’t an argument or physical altercation of sorts. The nightly visits to the old Weirwood tree had become a routine at this point, you had gotten quite good at sneaking out of your chambers without alerting your guards. 

You breathe in the open air, the smell of poppy flowers and the candle wax that burnt aside you whifting through your nostrils. You had missed the beauty of the Red Keep, that is beauty that remained untouched by the Greens that now overrule the place you once called home. You sink deeper into the grass, propping the book you borrowed from Daemon on your lap, the candle lamp flickering as you read to yourself. You let your mind wander as you mindlessly study the text, enjoying your peace when you hear a loud groan followed by some hushed arguments. 

Your personal escape invaded.

The darkness engulfed the courtyard as you extinguished the candle flame, a part of yourself nagging you to return to your chambers before you’re caught, the other wanting you to stay. Book in hand you hid behind the Weirwood tree when the sound of Aegon stumbling into the ground broke the silence, Aemond following close behind him. 

“Oh it’s you fools,” you say curtly, stepping out from behind the tree. You glance at Aegon, still laying face down in the grass mumbling nonsense words to himself. “Seems like someone had one too many drinks,”.

“Where is your guard?” Aemond questioned, strands of his silver blonde hair falling over his shoulder as he struggles to hold up the now unconscious Aegon. Even in the darkness, you can see his muscles flex, bunching his leather sleeves up as he adjusts Aegon’s slumped body around his arm.

“Where is yours, Uncle?” You jest. Aemond’s eye rakes your figure up and down, with the whole distraction you had completely forgotten that you stood in the courtyard in your nightgown. You wrap your arms closer to your chest, using the book as a cover – despite that you could still feel his gaze on you. 

“One might question your reasoning for being out during the hours of the owl, dear niece… given your mother’s reputation and all,” he steered, his words mocking – an attempt to get a raise out of you.

“Mmm, your words do not provoke me…” you reply, stepping towards him, “Given the position your brother is in, it is quite hypocritical no?” you continue now standing toe to toe. Neither one of you broke the gaze, he stood tall and agile – raising his hand he grazes his fingertips along a strand of your hair letting it fall. Your lips flatten into a thin line, not giving him the response he craves. 

All of sudden, Aegon’s stomach lurched and gurgled as he retched into the bushes, Aemond unfazed by his older brother's unsavory behavior. Aegon wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes half open as he floundered through the courtyard yelling incoherent sentences. Cursing, Aemond attempted to quiet his brother, “Do you want to get caught, you idiot?”. His slender fingers gripped Aegon's collar as he attempted to drag him out, Aegon resisted, kicking his younger brother and causing Aemond to lose his grip. The two toss and chase one another around the courtyard, although it is an entertaining show it was beginning to become an issue. As much as you hate to admit it Aemond is right, if guards were to find that had snuck out of your chambers rumors would circulate, and albeit you have become attuned to the whispers about your family – it would do no good for your mother. 

The siblings continue to wrestle with each other, “Oh for Heaven’s sake, will both of you stop.” you interrupt, “I would rather not get caught being out of my chambers… especially not with you two pigs,”. Aemond ignoring your words continued to hold his brother down, his hair flowing off his shoulder as he knelt down to Aegon – his hands curled into fists striking him unconscious. You jolt towards them, your face painted in shock, Aemond untroubled brushes his knuckles – the ends of his mouth quirking into a smirk as he watches your expression. 

“You did ask for us to stop, did you not?” Aemond coaxes amused by your annoyance. You roll your eyes, deciding whether you should leave the two or assist. The latter decision winning, you walk past Aemond’s lean silhouette, using your full weight to pull up Aegon’s limp body. “What are you doing?”, he questions his eyebrow creasing as he watches you.

“As I said, I wish not to get caught… so let’s get on with it,” you commanded, struggling to hold Aegon’s motionless- self upright. He hefted Aegon’s body and held him against himself like a child, taking the majority of his weight off you. “Lord, he is deceivingly heavy,” you groan as you wrap your arm around him helping Aemond carry his brother back to his chambers. 

“I thought you were strong? like your brothers,” Aemond’s jaw clenched as he stifles his laugh, a proud grin across his face. You abruptly come to a halt hanking Aegon’s arm back, causing him and Aemond to lose balance and stumble into the stone pavement. 

“Oops, I thought I saw a guard, my mistake!” you remarked looking down at him. His eye darkens, pushing his body off the ground, he plants himself before you. Perhaps you had pushed him too far. His fingers snake under your chin and rest beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his stare. 

“You infuriate me,” his grip tightened across your jaw, not enough pressure to bruise but firm enough to leave traces of his touch. 

“And you vex me,” jolting your chin up, his finger tracing the lines of your face. You study his face, his sharp features prominent in the dark night. The faded scar across his face, although a symbol of the rivalry – fascinated you, it made you want to trace the lengths of it with your fingers but you resisted.

 “You truly are the bane of my existence,” he mumbled, his body so close to yours you can feel his warm breath and his musky scent that lingered between your bodies. His blue eye pierced into yours. He places his grip down on your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips before you could register it. Although your mind despises him, your body says otherwise. Aemond grins at your sounds, his middle and forefinger touching your chin and then brushing your bottom lip. Every nerve in your body is searing with heat from his touch. Your breath catches in your lungs as his other hand snakes into your hair pulling your face closer, your lips hovering inches away from his. 

Aegon’s groans interrupt you both, “Fuck,” Aemond whispers, pulling away from you. You stood dazed. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten he was still unconscious on the ground. You did not know who to hate more, Aegon for ruining the moment, or yourself for feeling the way you feel for Aemond. You hide your disappointment, as Aemond steps away from you hoisting his brother upright. You slowly move towards them holding up Aegon on the other side, your face still flustered. 

The shuffles of your footsteps echo the empty corridor nearing Aegon’s chamber. Aemond adjusts his grip on Aegon, his fingers graze your arm. The sudden contact hitches your breath, his fingers still on your arm, unfazed at the warmth underneath his touch. You let his fingertips linger on your arm as you both hauled the drunken Prince into his room. 

You wait by the door as Aemond carries his brother to his bed. Despite the fight that had just occurred with his brother, Aemond is still careful placing him down. You struggled to comprehend how someone could be so vexing but so gentle. All you knew was that Aemond Targaryen intrigues you. 

His lean figure appears from the darkness of Aegon’s chamber, you notice his expression soften as he sees you still waiting. You clear your throat, “I should make way to my chamber…” you pause a part of you hoping he would interject, “It is late,” you continue. 

“Indeed,” His demeanor changed to the Aemond you knew, the Aemond you loathed. He stood tall with his arms behind his back – not bothering to make eye contact with you. 

You scoff, “Goodnight Prince Aemond,”, you roll your eyes as you turn to make your way to your quarters when a sudden grip pulls you back forcing you to collapse into his body. You look down at his hand firm on your arm. Aemond’s mouth descends onto yours, you tense – but return the movements. His kiss is a hungry clash of tongue and teeth. His hand cups your face, the other entangled in your hair as he captures you in a firmer kiss.

“I still despise you,” you say in between deep kisses. You feel his smile as he murmurs, “I know,” into your lips, the inviting warmth of his tongue skimming along yours.

part two here

[patheticdarling]

Mad With Grief

Summary: Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon swore to avenge their son, Prince Lucerys. An eye for an eye. A son for a son. And now Prince Aemond and his sister-wife had to make the preparations for their eldest son's funeral.

Warnings: death/blood & cheese/mourning/death of a child/funeral/crying/depression/incest (Targaryen)/oc children of aemond & reader/suicidal undertones/possible hotd season 2 spoilers!

Word Count: 1861

*NOT MY GIF*

You could not begin to describe the feelings that lingered throughout your body. It seemed as if your soul was detached from your physical being and now you were just a shell of a woman.

"There we are, Princess," your handmaiden finished applying your makeup. You struggled to move your eyes to the mirror in front of you. She had applied a generous amount to brighten up your colorless face, "As beautiful as ever."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Thank you," it was barely audible. "That'll be all for now."

She gave you a quick curtsy before gathering the mess and leaving the room. As soon as the door shut, you could no longer hold back the tears as they came pouring down. The sobs followed soon after and you had no care to conceal them.

It was said the night your son was slain that your cries of anguish shook the very walls of the Red Keep.

"Who are you?" you demanded. You didn't recognize the two men before you, instinctively shielding your children with your own body.

"Debt collectors," the smaller of the two men spoke up. "An eye for an eye, a son for a son. We only want the one, t’ square things. Won’t hurt the rest o’ you fine folks, not one lil’ hair. Which one you want t’ lose, Princess?"

All of the hairs on your body stood on end when you realized just what the men meant. Your husband had killed Lucerys and now, a debt was owed.

"No," you shook your head profusely as you pushed your eldest son behind you, your two younger children bundled in your arms, "Kill me instead. Please. I beg you. Don't hurt my children."

"A wife's not a son," the bigger man grunted, "It has to be a boy."

"Please," you continued to plead, your older son weeping as he clutched the skirts of your dress, "Not my boys. Rhaenyra would not want this. She has always been merciful, please."

"Your sister, the Queen, has lost far too much. Her father, her baby, and now her son. By your husband's hand, might I add. I don't think mercy is an option any longer." the smaller man explained.

"It was an accident," you muttered, "A horrible, regrettable accident. My husband may be guilty, yes. But my children are innocent. Please."

"We don't want to hurt you, Princess. But a debt is owed. Besides, you'll still have two more when it's done," the man used his blade to elude to your children, "So, I suggest you make your choice before we kill all three of them."

You fell to your knees, there was no way out of this. One of your boys had to die or you'd lose all three of your children. You looked at each of your sons, caressing their silver locks. You would never forgive yourself for this. "Mummy loves you."

You kissed the head of your youngest son before shakily handing him over to the men, sobbing as you watched him mockingly rock the year old babe.

"You hear that, little boy? the small man whispered to your son, "Your momma wants you dead."

And before you could register the evil grin he exchanged with the larger man, his blade had already murdered your elder son. You felt your heart stop beating before the most Earth-shattering sob left your lips.

Everything after that shifted into a gut-wrenching blur. You could not manage to feel anything other than pure and utter grief, like a dagger was constantly being driven through your heart with every breath you took. You could not bring yourself to eat, drink, or even bathe. Your mother, the Dowager Queen, urged you to stay strong for your remaining son and only daughter. But how could you even bear to look at him? You had named your year old son to die.

You had not seen your husband since. Part of you wanted what every woman wanted from their husband in times of grieving, a shoulder to cry on and a place to feel safe. And part of you couldn't even stomach the idea of seeing him, of knowing that he was partially to blame for the loss of your son.

A soft knock came to the door, "Y/N?" your mother's soft voice called into the room, she let out a heavy sigh at your sobbing figure, rushing over and wrapping her arms around you.

You fell into her touch. You never had the best relationship with your mother growing up but she loved your children nearly as much as you and Aemond did. It was her who looked in on your babies everyday since.

"My dearest girl," she sniffled as she stroked your hair, "Shhh, it's alright. I'm here."

"I cannot do this, Mother," you cried, "I-I cannot say goodbye to him so soon."

"He's in a better place, Y/N," she tried to soothe me, "Somewhere safe, where no one can ever harm him."

"They already harmed him. And I could not protect him. My husband was not here! I was alone-"

It was as if your words held magical intent within them. Your breath hitched in your throat as your husband walked into the room. Your mother helping you both to your feet.

She took in a deep breath, "I'll go see if the carriage is ready. Ring the bell if you need me," she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before moving to greet Aemond with a quick kiss on the cheek.

Your eyes remained locked with his until the minute the door clicked shut and suddenly you lacked the strength to stand once again. Your knees hit the floor as you broke back into sobs.

Aemond dropped everything and rushed over to hold you, "I am so sorry, I am so sorry," he muttered over and over again.

You couldn't help but cling to him, the contempt you held falling as you grieved your child together, "My sweet boy. My first baby boy."

"I will avenge him, I swear this to you, my love-"

"Avenge him?!" you nearly pushed him back and onto his ass as the blame you placed on your husband returned, "Your vengeance is the reason why Rhaenyra wanted one of our sons dead in the first place!"

Both of you now rose to your feet, "I told you it was an accident. I lost control of Vhagar and-"

"And now our son is dead," you concluded. Aemond's jaw clenched at your words. "Did they tell you what they made me do?"

"Y/N, we don't have to discuss this."

"Did they tell you, Aemond?" you reiterated, Aemond softly shook his head at your question, "They made me choose. Choose which of our sons to die. They said there was a debt to be paid. I begged them to kill me instead. But Rhaenyra wanted a son. Said they would kill all three of them if I didn't choose." Tears fell from Aemond's remaining eye as you continued to speak shakily, "And I named Jaehaerys. Our sweet baby. I thought perhaps he was too young to understand. And Viserys-" your voice caught in your throat at the mention of your late son, "He is our first son and the only heir until Helaena gives Aegon a son. And they butchered him like a sheep for slaughter."

"I never meant for any of this to happen, Y/N. And I will never forgive myself for letting them hurt you or our children."

"I have not been to the nursery since," you ignored his apologies, "How can I mother a child that I was willing to sacrifice? I shouldn't even be allowed to call myself a mother after what I've done."

"Y/N, you are the best mother and our children, they need you. Nobody else could raise them as admirably as you have."

You just shook your head as the bells of King's Landing rang in the background, "We must go. The funeral is starting."

Aemond tried to reach for your hand, "My love, we do not-"

You simply pulled away, not saying another word as you gathered yourself, ringing the bell for your mother and maids to return.

"Are we ready?" your mother asked, you simply nodded before taking her arm.

"Y/N, please," Aemond tried yet again to pull you back to him.

"Aemond," your mother cut him off, "That is enough. We must all be going now."

You could not recall the events of your son's funeral. Not the precession, the burial, the speeches, or even how you returned to the castle after. It felt as if it all took too much effort. Your children were your only reasons for living and yet you couldn't even bear to mother them as you wished. Because wanting was too much. You felt you didn't deserve to want any longer. Living was too much effort.

"Y/N!" your husband's horrified tone rang in your ears. Your mind finally registering what your body had done.

As you looked down at the perilous fall to the spikes that decorated the fall from the Red Keep. Your toes basically hanging off as you stood on the ledge.

"Please, darling," Aemond quietly begged, "We need you. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, they need you. I need you."

Matching streams of tears ran down both you and Aemond's cheeks. This is what it was to be mad with grief. To be so heartbroken that you cared so little about living.

You were sure the rest of your family was grieving your son as well. But not like this. None of them could even begin to fathom the thoughts or feelings you had, or did not have any longer.

"Y/N, please come down from the ledge," Aemond sobbed and begged. You had never seen him so broken, so fearful. And it might've been at that moment that you realized that Aemond might have been the only person in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms who shared in your despair. Strangely, that relieved you. To know you were not alone in your mourning.

Slowly and with Aemond's muttered encouragement, you stepped down and back onto the floor of your bedchamber. Aemond did not rush to put his arms around you or even rush over to you at all. He took quiet and calculated strides, the anguish that had built in his body at the thought of losing you, seemed to melt away with each step.

Though the tears still poured from both of you as he gently cupped your face in his hands, "I'm sorry, Aemond. Truly, I-"

"Shhh," his voice shook under the softness of his tone. Aemond softly pulled you into his embrace. His sobs muffled in your silver locks and yours muffled in his dark-green clad chest. The two of you gradually sinking to the floor, never loosening your grip on the other. The two of you quietly afraid of what might happen if you let the other go.

That maddening grief settled for a moment.

"We will avenge him."

Before taking over once again.

[targayrenss]

The Mad Queen - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon(Targaryen )!Oc Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon (Targaryen) Oc!,Cregan Stark x Targaryen Oc

Content:🔞, Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

Author's Note:i decided to post all my wattpad works, remember english is not my first language so don't be rude

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Queen Visenya II Targaryen, born in d.c 109, was the first daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and her uncle Daemon Targaryen, who in a few years would become her second husband.

Despite being Rhaenyra's eldest daughter, her younger brother Jacaerys was named her mother's heir since she was not interested in being heir to anything.

In d.c 129 she married her cousin-uncle Aemond Targaryen, only a few moons later she became pregnant with their first child Aerys II Targaryen. In the same year her uncle Aegon II Targaryen usurped his mother's throne thus unleashing the dance of dragons.

After her mother was crowned queen of Dragonstone, Queen Rhaenyra named her her hand.

When she learned that her husband had murdered her younger brother, Lucerys Velaryon, Visenya along with her father sent two assassins called Blood and Cheese to murder one of Aegon's sons.

During the dance, Visenya and Daemon became secret lovers, from their relationship Maegor II Targaryen was born.

Visenya was compared to Maegor the Cruel and Aegon the Conqueror after having burned Old Town and destroyed almost all of the Hightower alive.

She was also responsible for the death of Alys Rivers, Aemond Targaryen's lover, after an argument, Visenya cut off her head with the dark sister sword.

Visenya II Targaryen was crowned queen by her only surviving brother, Aegon III Targaryen. After her coronation Visenya remarried Cregan Stark, with whom she had five children.

Visenya's reign was considered one of the most peaceful, despite being considered a ruthless woman, she always took it upon herself to be a good queen and not affect her people.

On one occasion Visenya, in the midst of what many called madness, decided to go out with the City Guard, together with her men they unleashed chaos throughout the city, looking for men who continued to support the usurper.

Visenya was named the Mad Queen by many, but also the Good Queen by those who supported her reign.

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐇𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 😄 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐌 (𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬).

*𝐀𝐡𝐞𝐦* 𝐒𝐨 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚:

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 (𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫). 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 - 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 🥺💚💚💚.

*𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦'𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐝*

....*𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 (-𝐢𝐞𝐫) 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬*(Requested by @witch-of-letters​ )

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Targ!cest (Twincest), a bit of Angst ending with fluff. A bit of Aegon x Reader and Jace x reader. Smut, Virgin! reader, nudity, ridding, pouding, passionate/ romantic. 

Author’s note: I got really happy when I receive this request, also this is my first time writing smut so, I hope you like it. The reason why I choose pink and blue is because pink resembles love, traditional femininity, and  innocence. Blue resembles sadness. Idk why I’m just obsessed with color symbolism. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Ever since you were born, you had a kind aura, whenever you were around who ever was near you just felt this kind of happiness. You and your twin Aemond were like the moon, you were bright and kind, while your brother seemed cold and dark, but when it came to you, he was always the kindest. 

He also had inherited the white hair and purple eyes, but you, you had both brown and white hair. Your head was mainly covered with your mother’s chestnut hair but the frame of your face had the white like your father and siblings. You had the most brightest amethyst colored eyes. Some say that the Gods couldn’t decide on who you should look like the most. Like the Hightowers or Targaryens, why not both. You had an unspeakable beauty like your older sister Rhaenyra, your beauty matched your good soul.

You’ve also got a she-dragon, she pink with amethyst eyes like yours. She was also kind like you, you had jokily called her the Pink Phantom due to how light her pink scales were, you had named her Pinkfyre since out of all the dragons she spit pink flames and not orange flames. 

You also unknowingly began to get boys attention, your older brother Aegon and your Nephew Jacaerys as well as your brother. You and Aemond were close, ever since you were out of the womb you would have to be holding each other’s hand for comfort. You had got closer when his egg had turned to stone, you felt bad and you’d often take him to ride Pinkfyre, so that he knew what it was like to be on top of a dragon.

Aegon would stop drinking as soon as you entered the room, he’d also try to be nice and polite around you, as a way to get your attention. Jace was always a gentlemen to you ever since you were able to walk. He’d also pick you up when going down the stairs since he thought that you shouldn’t put your pretty feet on the floor. While you were around them, they would not fight or jest one another, they’d act right since they didn’t want to see you unhappy. But when you’d turn your back your brother and nephew would glare at one another.

You also stopped sharing a room with your twin since you began to bleed, it was embarrassing since you thought Aemond find your blood disgusting. Surprisingly he didn’t, he learned that women go through this and it was your first moon time, it was upsetting to since you would no longer be as close to him.

When your family went to Lady Laena’s funeral, you went to give your condolence to the twins, you might not have known Lady Laena but you heard that she was a strong woman, who wanted a dragonrider's death. This made you anxious, she died during child birth, you felt as if you were to suffer that fate too.

Then Aemond had claimed Vhagar and he paid the prize by getting his eye plucked out. When questioned your brother blamed Aegon, then everything broke loose. Your mother tried to get your younger Nephews eye herself, you tried to stop her by pulling her arm which had blade. Seeing the look of distress in your face after she had cut Princess Rhaenyra, she felt guilty, she thought that her daughter saw her as a monster.

Back at the Red Keep, she apologized to you and pulled you into a hug, she did not want you to be afraid of her like Helaena. Aemond had tried to be distant from you but you did not let that happen, you’d do everything to spend time with him, he had also began to wear an eye patch to not frighten the ladies in the court and also to not frighten you but, you didn’t mind his scar, you also were the one to give him a sapphire to put in his lost eye.

Years past and you were now at age, many lords had asked for your hand but your brother was able to convince his mother to not let you wed any time soon. He was afraid to lose you to some lord who will harm and corrupt your innocence. When Veamon Velaryon had petitioned the crown to make him Heir, you were happy to hear that your older sister and family were coming. You were the one to greet them, along with meeting the twins Aegon III and Viserys II.

You probably should of worn a green dress, but that deep forest green always made you uneasy, you never understood why. You wore a pink dress that came from Dorne, it was beautiful and embraided with flowers. You also wore a pearl necklace and earrings that your brother Aegon had gifted you on your eight and ten names day.

During the trial, your grandsire sat in the Iron throne, you’d question if this was aloud but where shrugged off. You hated seeing the distress look on your sister, no one had the right to question her children's legitimacy, no matter if they didn’t have the Targaryen appearance, they were her children, she gave birth to them. You felt as if your Legitimacy was questioned for not having the full Targaryen look. When your father had come in, you were happy but sad, seeing that no matter in what condition he was in, he’ll always defend his daughter. 

When Veamond had called Rhaenyra’s children bastards and her a whore, he head had come clean off but leaving his tongue untouched. You felt sick seeing this kind of carnage, but your twin had pulled you protectively in his arms.

The dinning room was filled with your family, it was nice seeing the family all together, you hope that the happy moment stayed like this. You sat at the end of the table next to your twin. Everything was going well, almost everyone had toasts to say, what had broke your heart a bit was when Helaena had mentioned about her marriage, you knew Aegon wasn’t the best husband but you knew deep down that he wasn’t bad. Everyone ate and jested during the dinner, giving your father peace. Then the Velaryon boys approached you and your sister. Luce asked your sister for a dance while Jace asked for you. You both gladly accepted and went to dance with them.

Aemond and Aegon where watching them closely, both having a look of jealousy. It all went bad when a pig was placed infront of Aemond, Luce had let out a laugh as he danced with Helaena. Then his final Tribute to your nephews wasn’t so nice. A fight broke out which made you leave the room in tears and went staright to you bed chambers.

You were crying your eyes out, not hearing the door open and close. “Y/n?” you looked up and saw your twin standing with a look of regret. “Sister, please hear me out”  he said as he sat next to you. You looked at him in the eye then looked down “why must everything be dealt with hate? Why must everything be so hateful?” you may not understand what it is like to have an organ taken from you but, it hurts seen everything be settle with hate. 

He had pulled you into a hug and began to apologies to you, he stroked your soft hair and kissed your temple as you cried. You had cried until you fell asleep. He felt guilty for his outburst, he shouldn’t done it but how could he? They had stolen something from him and he still was enraged by it.

That morning you woken up by your mother, she had a look of distress and gave you the terrible news. “Your father, he is dead” she said, this cause your heart to drop, tears then spilled from your face, he was gone, your poor father was dead. Your mother pulled you into a hug, you cried as you then asked her “does Rhaenyra know?” you asked as she shook her head. “She must know right away, I’ll send a raven or I’ll fly the-” Alicent cut you off “no, you mustn't, she must not know” she said holding you down a bit too tight. “But mother, she must kno-” she cut you off again “your father wanted your brother Aegon to be King, if she were to find out about his death, then she’ll kill us” the Queen said paranoid. You knew better, Rhaenyra was not a bad person “no she wouldn’t, she is a good person mother, please we mu-” you pleaded but she shut you up. “No, your brother will be crowned King, and as a good sister you will support his claim” she said then left your chambers not before locking the door.

Since that day you stopped smiling, you also barely ate the food brought to you, it tasted bland, you no longer enjoyed the cakes that were sent to you by your brother Aemond. The day of the corination had arriaved, you were dressed in a deep blue dress with a pearl choker and earrings to match. Then your hair was put up for the occasion and a pearl headpiece to make it look beautiful.

You were escorted to where the ceremony was being held, you looked down and sad the whole time, you stomach was turning the whole time. Your brother noticed this seeing how upset you were. Then Aegon was crowned and the crowed cheered for him, everything then changed with a blink of an eye. A dragon had broken out of the pit and submersed from the ground, it was non other than Princess Rhaenys and her dragon the Red Queen, you wanted to run over to Aegon and protect him but were stopped by your twin, making you stand next to Helaena who then held your hand in fear. Instead of burning them alive, her dragon had let out a war cry, then left the dragon pit. 

Ever since that day, you still have not smiled, everyone felt your sorrow feeling, you had also stopped wearing the color pink, the one you loved so much and just wore the color blue. The color showed how sad you were, first your father is dead, then your family stole Rhaenyra’s throne and now a war is coming. You no longer saw happiness in anaything.

A day or two had passed since and your family was having supper that night. Again you wore a light blue dress and a frown on your face, no jewelry on display just a frown. You played with your food and only drank water, the cakes you loved so much tasted now stale, you sat between your brother now King and Your sister now Queen Consort. Your twin sat next to her while your mother and grandsire spoke about which alliances they should make deals with to support your brother’s claim. You just stared at your plate, then the King noticed this and decided to do something. He got a piece of your favorite cake and brought it to your mouth. “Here sister, the King demands you to eat” he said as you then took a small bite of the cake, it tasted sweet but stale. He continued to feed you until you had enough and drowned the cake down with milk.

After you had excused yourself and went to your bed chambers. You were getting ready for bed on your own, you didn’t want your handmaidens to see you upset but then you heard a door knock. “Come” you said before you finished putting on your pink nightgown, it was your brother Aemond.

“How are you feelings?” he asked as he got close. You sat on your bed and your twin followed “empty, I feel empty” you said as you looked down at your nails, seen the skin he had been peeling the last few days. “Mother wants me to go to Storm’s End, to ask the Baratheon’s to be on our side” he said, you swallowed the lump on your throat, your mother told you that you’ll have to marry a lord in order to get their alliance, you hated it. “Are we doing the right thing? We’ve stolen a claim that wasn’t our to begin with.” You said as your brother then took your hands into his “It is what father wanted, he wanted Aegon” he said as you sigh “but we don’t know that” you said as Aemond then pulled you close.

You felt whole in his arms, he always made you feel as if your life was complete. You knew that you’ll have to marry some lord and he’ll take your Maidenhead, you did not want a stranger to take it, so you’ll give it to your brother. You then looked eye to eye to him, they stared at each other until then lips had met.

The twins then began to kiss each other passionately. Aemond got on top of you, his lips dancing with yours, you then wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. You began to have hot feeling in your lower abdomen, this felt good, but wrong at the same time, you were suppose to give your Maidenhead to your husband but you choose differently and wish to give it to your brother, your other half.

Then he began to pull your night gown over your head, straddling your lap, seen your now nude body before him, he gave it a good look. Seen that your nipples were now standing, he noticed how you had a small mole here and another their, he wanted to get a good look at the body underneath him, he wanted to make this moment to be special. His hand then ran up your stomach, to rib, and now your soft pillow like breast. He gently squeezed making you let out a moan by the feeling.

Aemond then began to undress himself, only leaving his trousers on, you had sat up and began to feel his body, you felt his muscle, and soft skin. You also reached up and remove his eye patch seeing the sapphire that you had gifted him a while back. He was handsome but now that he was exposed to you, he was even more handsome than ever. He leaned back down and kissed you once again, he then ran his hand down your body past the curls that hid you maidenhood, he then touched your pearl making you flinch at his touch. “Shh, its okay, I will not hurt you, if you wish for me to stop, I will” He said as you shook your head “please don’t stop, I want this, I want you” you begged for his touch.

He smiled as he kissed your temple “you must be quiet my love, or they’ll hear us” he said as he began to touch your pearl once again, slowly rubbing it in circles. You let out a small moan at the feeling, you had never felt this before. He then leans down and kissed your right breast and placed your nipple in his mouth sucking it. Is this what it felt like to feel pleasure? Once out of curiosity you read a book about pleasure, it was book from Dorne that you found in the Library. You read about what both men and women felt when it came to intimacy, it felt wrong to do so but now it felt like the heavens.

Aemond then slowly slide his fingers in you, this felt better, his fingers were long and slender, he knew where to touch and during the process he began to take note which spots were brought you to shake. He continued to pump his middle and ring finger into you, making you cry out in pleasure. “Aemond, please, I want more” you moaned as you began to feel as if you needed to let go. “Let go, I know you’re about to.” He commanded then you felt yourself release yourself. You were panting, you had never felt this feeling, it felt amazing. 

“Please, I want more, I wish, please!” you begged, you wanted to feel more, you wanted to be his and him be yours. Aemond smiled as he finished licking his fingers clean and lifted you up, he than sat you on his stomach “are you sure?” he asked as you nodded. “This may hurt but, I will make sure that it will feel good” he said as the moved you slowly towards his cock. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip between your folds, you moaned at the feeling, his cock seemed thicker and longer. Then you felt his cock slide into you slowly.

You gasped as you felt your spongy wall stretch and clench around him. He let you adjust to his size before he spoke “you can move when you please” he whispered as he leans up and kissed you. You tasted yourself in his tongue, the kiss was passionate but at the same time more dirty. You then began to move slowly, feeling his cock stretch every into you, as if you where made for him to deflower. You moved slow but at a good pace, wanting to feel him all inside you. 

Aemond groaned at the feel on your virgin hole, it felt amazing, you moaned as you moved up and down on his length. You wrapped your arms around his back and dig your nails onto his back. You bodies had began to feel hot and sweat began to coat them, your hair began to stick to your face and neck, at this point you didn’t care if you were caught, you wish you were so that you and your brother would wed. 

Then Aemond flipped you over, now you were on your back with your legs over his shoulders then he began to thrusts into you a bit faster. You let out a moan in which made him move faster inside you. He had then pounded into you at this point, the sound of skin smacking echoed in your chambers along with the sound of panting and moaning. “I’m close!” he moaned as he continued to pound into you “please, let go inside me!” you moaned as you then felt a hot thick liquid filling you. 

Only panting was heard as Aemond leaned down his sweaty forehead touching yours. Then you both kissed as he was still inside you, securing that his seed was still inside you. He then slowly pulled out of you, now you missed him inside you. “That was... the best feeling.... I’ve ever had” you said as Aemond laid next to you and pulled you close to him. You laid your head on the crook of his neck, you smiled tiredly but happy. Aemond rubbed your back as you were recovering from your high. 

“I’m glad, you were the one to take my Maidenhead” you admitted as Aemond kissed the side of your head. He knew that in a couple hours he had to go to Storm’s End with a marriage pack to one of the Baratheon girls, but who knows, if he had to have two wives, he’d make you his first wife and the Baratheon girl second, if it came to that extend then you’ll be his favorite wife, you were his other half, his other soul, his Y/n ever since they day of your birth. 

[pinkydevil16]

Aemond Targaryen x reader

Y/n tried to ignore Aemond as much as she could, they had been engaged for a moon now and she could not shake the feeling of Aemond disliking her. He would never look at her, if he did it was a glare, he would not speak to her unless told to. She felt as though she was waiting for the engagement to be ended, she felt isolated, everyone she spoke to would not talk to her again except for Halaena who opened her heart to Y/n freely. Y/n tried to speak to Aemond but he would only hum in response and keep his gaze elsewhere, he only directly looked at her if she was speaking to another person and then he would only glare making her feel small. Y/n finally had enough of being ignored and overlooked after Aemond entered Halaena's chamber, ignoring Y/n's cheerful hello and speaking only to his sister. As he left Y/n stood up and chased after him calling his name, finally reaching him she pushed him into a nearby chamber. Pushing him against the wall and folding her arms demanding his full attention.

"What have i done to scorn you so? If you do not wish to be engaged then say so." Y/n scowled as she searched Aemond's face which showed confusion before he spoke.

"Why would i wish to not marry you?" He said finally looking into her eyes, his eyebrows scrunching as he looked down at her. Her face red from rushing and forcing him into a room, he admired how she had taken charge, demanding his attention. 

"It is quite clear you do not like me Aemond." Y/n sighed out, crossing her arms and leaning back on her heels, staring up at him as she awaited his answer. Aemond's eye opened slightly at her words, reaching out and taking her hands in his, moving forward so their chests almost touched. Y/n eyebrow raised in question at his actions, confused why he suddenly decided to touch her.

"Why do you think i do not like you? I do like you, very much. I would kill for you." He whispered, pulling her into his arms and kissing her, Y/n closing her eyes as she melted into his embrace. Aemond pulled back watching as she processed his words, smiling down at her before he spoke again.

"Ask me to kill for you." He breathed out, daring her to question his love for her again.

"You need to calm down Aemond, i do not need you to kill for me." Y/n laughed pulling him into a kiss again. 

Based on this: i can't remember who sent this to me but i love you!!!

Aemond: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

Aemond: Ask me to kill for you.

Y/N: ...First of all, calm down-

[imcherrycola]

I see Aemond doing this to his lover and you can't change my mind about it. Shit I can be in that current time line from the show or in a different Au but i him doing this. The vid doesn't belong to me, cred to alookbackintime on tiktok.

[cregan-starks]

Flames of Deceit teaser

Summary: Aemond and Visenya reunite amidst the Dance of the Dragons.

Words: 1,005

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC, Cregan Stark x OC

Warnings: canon typical incest (Aemond and Visenya are cousins, as well as uncle and niece), book and show spoilers, mentions of death, physical violence, vague descriptions of injuries, blood, Westerosi geopolitics, angst, trauma, mourning, hurt & comfort, sexism, slut-shaming, sexual tension, make out session, consensual biting, mutual pining, alcohol, cussing. The warnings apply to the entire one-shot. Under no circumstances can you copy, plagiarize, steal my work, or post it somewhere else!

Notes: Visenya is Jacaerys’ older twin and Rhaenyra’s and Daemon’s daughter. Superfecundation, baby. Reblogs and comments are encouraged and immensely appreciated. If you wish to be tagged in the final version, my DMs and ask box are open. 

Credits: Huge thank you to my beta @maharani-radha-writes 💛 Gif by @useraelin (x)

Masterlist

EARLY 130 AC

CASTAMERE, WESTERLANDS

          [...]

          With their commander captured, the rest of her men had had no choice but to throw down their weapons and yield. Visenya had been delivered to Ser Criston Cole – now Hand of the Pretender – on her knees, disarmed and in chains, her black dragonscale armor soaked, her braids disheveled, and her left arm in severe pain. The foul stench and smoke had been unbearable, twisting her stomach. Yet Visenya would not flinch. She would not give these traitors any satisfaction. Ser Crispin had referred to her as a dog in dragon’s clothing. In return, Visenya had called him a sheep in sheep’s clothing. The remark had earned her a strike across the face from his heavy gauntlet. Her cheek had stung sharply and blood had flooded her mouth. Ser Crispin had also commented that her men had been quite loyal to her, insinuating that she had fucked all of them in order to gain their favor.

          ‘I admit that it is not as high of an honor as warming the Dowager Queen’s bed,’ Visenya had retorted, slyly, then had spat at his feet.

          Ser Crispin would have hit her again, had the Prince Regent not intervened.

          ‘Enough, Cole,’ Aemond had interrupted, solemnly, drawing everyone’s attention to where he stood, imposing, clad in battle armor, his hands clasped behind his back, his face covered in ash and smoke, ‘She may be our prisoner, but she is still a Princess, and shall be treated as befits her station.’

          Visenya had grinned, baring her bloody teeth at Ser Crispin, as two guards had hoisted her up to her feet and led her away.

          She had hoped that Blackwing had flown away and never returned… but her dragon was loyal to a fault. Blackwing had landed in the Greens’ camp, searching for her, and had roared ferociously, wild and stubborn like her rider. Half a dozen men had met their demise when they had attempted to approach the dragon and shackle her. Thus, Aemond had permitted Visenya to comfort Blackwing. The dragon had nuzzled its snout against her face and coiled its tail protectively around her, purring while Visenya had caressed its scales and murmured “lykiri,” repeatedly. Her chest had constricted agonizingly when she had parted with her companion, who had shrieked in distress.

          Aemond had ordered his servants to run a hot bath for Visenya, find her dry clothes, and prepare her a warm meal. Then, he had had her brought into his tent, and had summoned the maesters to tend to her wounds. Despite the pain that she had endured, Visenya had not shown any signs of weakness or discomfort. She and Aemond had not spoken a single word. Visenya had busied herself with studying the tent. It was rather modest for the Prince Regent, consisting of a firepit, a war table made of oak – that had undoubtedly been stripped of its strategic plans, maps, scrolls, wax, ink, and more – several chairs and rugs, and a bed with a pile of books near it. Aemond had always been fond of books. Yet for someone who claimed to be a Green and who carried the golden banner of the Pretender, the colors red and black dominated the tent. Whether intentional, Visenya did not know. Aemond could not deny his Targaryen heritage. Had Otto Hightower dyed his hair silver-white and possessed a dragon, he could have sat his ass on the Iron Throne and ruled in his own name.

          Once the maesters had finished, Aemond had dismissed them. Finally, she had the opportunity to study him. He hadn’t changed much since she had last seen him, almost a year ago. In the fire’s light, Aemond was a sight to behold. Perhaps the Greens should have crowned him King… though that would have further complicated matters between the two of them. He had cleaned himself up, shedding his armor and weapons – now resting on a chair – in favor of his usual black leather tunic, secured with a belt that had his dagger attached to it, and a long coat sewn with fur around the neck. His distinctive, handsome features were illuminated by the fire, his straight, lengthy hair cascading down his back, his mouth – a mouth that Visenya had kissed many times – seemingly stuck in a permanent smirk. His eyepatch hid his missing left eye, but his remaining one stared intensely into the flame. His figure cast a tall shadow in the tent, his posture impeccable. Half dragon, half feline.

          ‘There is a lack of dresses,’ informs a calm Aemond, addressing Visenya, retrieving a flagon of wine and two cups from the servant waiting at the tent’s entrance, ‘And we had to find clothes that would fit you.’

          ‘I gather that there is some poor stable boy currently running around naked,’ quips Visenya, wrapping the wolf furs around herself more tightly.

          Aemond chuckles softly at her remark and sets one of the cups on the table, in front of her, proceeding to fill it with Arbor Red.

          ‘Do not fret,’ he assures upon noticing Visenya’s skeptical arched eyebrow, ‘It is not poisoned.’

          ‘Surely you must have spat in it,’ she speculates, convivial, swirling the liquid in her cup.

          Aemond smiles and drinks his wine. Visenya reluctantly brings her cup to her lips, doing the same. She measures her next words… half carefully.

          ‘I expected you and Ser Crispin to share a tent,’ admits Visenya, lewdly, ‘Though your pride would not fit together.’

          Aemond’s mouth subtly presses into a thin line.

          ‘You could lose your tongue for that indiscretion,’ he warns, humorlessly.

          ‘Nothing new,’ dismisses Visenya, bored, ‘I can write this down as well.’ She ignores Aemond’s reaction, drinking more, the flavor gracing her taste buds. She pauses, savoring it, contemplative, before she posits, bluntly, ‘You believe that getting me drunk will provide you with the answers that you seek?’

          Aemond’s silence is an answer by itself. Visenya decides to drop the matter. Getting drunk would not be the worst occurrence. Years of practice would prevent her from saying anything valuable.

          [...]

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[itshelia]

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

[cinnamoodles]

getting into a fandom and reading all the top fics >>>>>

[legallygemini]

*being obsessed with fictional blonde psychopaths is a crime*

me:

[artemiscrocksgf]

you vex me II (aemond targaryen x fem!reader)

this is part two, you can read the first one here or it can be read as a standalone but i recommend reading the first

pairing: aemond targaryen x velaryon fem!reader

warning: angst , pining, angst to smut, enemies to lovers ?? , incest (uncle/niece) it's hotd duh. explicit, minors dni 18+, NSWF

word count: 2.9K

high valyrian words are translated

The sky is fragile, the sun above the tumultuous cloud tops the only brightness that shines through. “Lykiri!” [calm]  you command in high valyrian,  the bellows of your dragon’s roar echoing through the dragonpit grounds. Like your mother and previous ancestors, you were trained to ride dragon back at the age of six, gifted with a hatchling from the pits of Dragonstone. Ysera your dragon, her wings emerald green like the precious stone she was named after, and her claws and crest scales bright as pearlescent jade. Ysera’s deep green scales glistened from the light mist that fell from the clouds. “Lykiri Ysera,” the dragon’s leathery wings sprawled open as you stroke her neck, while the dragon keepers prepare her saddle. 

“Princess, the weather has turned – you should ride on the morrow” the dragon keeper Elder advised, his hand clutching the shackles that tied around Ysera’s neck. You glance up at the sky hinted with silver black clouds that were gathering over Kings Landing. 

“On the contrary, it is perfect weather,” you insisted, taking a deep breath through your nose as you let the scent of the sea and the rain fill your nostrils. “It is only a little rainfall and the misty dew that melts into my skin – it is truly an experience like no other Elder,” you marveled. 

“I could not agree more,” a voice sharp as glass replies from behind you. 

You could recognize that voice anywhere, “Why did you not warn me Ysera?” you whispered to your dragon before turning to see the Prince behind you. Aemond was dressed in his usual black attire, his hands adorned with leather gloves – the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk as he notices you eyeing him from head to toe. Neither one of you has discussed the kiss that happened last week — it would be lying to say your mind did not wander to that moment in the wee hours of the night. Your body shudders.

You clear your throat, “Is vexing me at the Keep not enough? You must now follow me around Kings Landing?” you jest, adjusting your black and red cladded riding armor. 

“Do not flatter yourself dear niece” Aemond’s shoulders bounce with a huff, as he lifts his hand to signal the dragon keepers to bring out Vhagar. “Perhaps Elder is right, you should not fly your … quaint dragon through this weather – much like her rider she is fragile,” he sneers. Ysera rumbles almost as if she understood his insults, you glare at him giving him the reaction he craved. You loathe admitting that you enjoyed the odd relationship you had with the Prince, built off hating one another. The hatred offered opportunities for blistering eye contact and tension that could be cut with his dagger. And despite the rage, he makes you feel you cannot help but think of him every second he is not with you. It infuriated you. 

“Remind me, Prince, what was the name of your first… dragon?” you taunted while mounting Ysera. “Pink… Ah, pink dread! Much like its rider, it is a pig,” you snicker. You catch a glimpse of the anger in Aemond’s eye before you commanded Ysera to soar, “Sōvēs,”. You grin smugly at the Prince before Ysera ascends into the clouds, prowling the skies in ever-widening circles. Fanned by the strong winds your unbound hair cascades with the breeze. Green crests flashed along Ysera’s back as her silver-green wings beat against the gray sky. The beating of her wings flew through the veil of clouds, the raindrops dampening you as she soars above the cloud tops to the hidden sun. The beauty that lived beyond the clouds was endless. You gently close your eyes as Ysera glides gracefully through the open sky, when her thundering roar breaks your peace, “Skoros iksos ziry issa hāedar” [What is it, my girl?]. 

Vhagar’s wings erupt from behind the clouds, her bellows booming in the vast sky, and on her back the one-eyed Prince hoisting her saddle reins. “Thank you for warning me,” you say to Ysera, petting the top of her head as she ascends further up. Soaring like eagles, stooping like hawks, they circled each other – creating a choreograph of intertwining wings. Vhagar vanished into a bank of clouds, only to reappear an instant later. In awe, you watch Aemond’s long hair streaming silver behind him as he circles above the clouds. Fuck. He is insufferable. Yet everything about him was intoxicating. 

“Naejot” [forward] you ordered,  Ysera launching herself up towards Aemond, her wings buffeting the air as she flew around the large dragon. The dark clouds began to rain, the drops hitting your face and dampening your hair. You close your eyes letting the rainfall take you. Aemond watched you as you rode through the clouds, the mist bathing you in a wet sheen. Aemond’s breath was sucked right out of him – he wasn’t self-delusional to mistake the tightening of his muscles as anything other than desire. Seven Hells. He detests you. And yet he found himself unable to keep his lengths from you. 

The torrent winds begin to pick up, the storm clouds rolling over the skies. The light mist was now a heavy downpour making it almost impossible to see ahead. “Princess?” you hear a shout in the sunless bank of clouds. He yells again, you notice a hint of concern in his voice.

 Ysera roars as cracks of lightning surround you, “Lykiri, LYKIRI,”

“It is time we descend,” his voice getting drained from the deafening thunder. A nervousness lingers underneath his outward demeanor. A sudden bolt of lightning shattered the veil of black. His gaze locked on yours.

“Scared Aemond?” 

“Jest all you want, but the cloudburst is coming and we need to take cover,” Aemond instructs, his hair completely drenched. “We are too far to make it back to the pit in time but we can make way to River Gate and wait out the clouds,”.

“I do not take orders from you,” scoffing, the rumbles of the thunder echo through your ears – the storm beginning to rage. Although you would never admit it aloud, Aemond was right. 

“God! Must you be so fucking stubborn?” his eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched. You stifle your laugh at his annoyance. You enjoy enraging him. 

“If we must,” you reply. Ysera’s iridescent scales glisten in the darkened and ominous sky, you tail Vhagar as the dragons make a descent to land, the rain whipping down like crystal nails. Your hair slicked from the rain, strands stuck on your face as you dismount off Ysera, “Umbās'' [wait]. The rain has lost the ambient temperature of early fall, freezing and paling your skin on contact. You look up at the molten silver sky, the dark swirls covering every inch of the sky casting a dark shadow. Aemond silently walks towards an isolated barn on the outskirts of the trees that line River Gate. You follow.

The barn is empty, and the musk of hay and pine devours your nostrils as soon as you step under the shelter. The rain continues to pour, the drops hitting the oak creating a drumming against the roof – So much rain was falling that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise. Aemond has still not spoken a word to you since landing. Which made the confinement even worse, you would much rather have him hurl snide remarks at you than complete quietness. He sat silently not acknowledging you as he fidgeted with his dagger. You pace back and forth, unable to stand still as you wait for the rain to cease. 

“Would you stop your incessant walking,” Aemond says nonchalantly, his eye not meeting yours. His dagger danced between his slender fingers. 

“Oh he finally talks... I thought you were half blind and going mute”

“This rain will not pass any time soon and I do not want to be here anymore than you do” his voice low. You drove Aemond crazy in more ways than one, being stuck in this barn with you was a nightmare – not only because you infuriate him like no other but because he could not keep pretending he did not desire you. Crave you. 

Ever since that goddamn kiss.

You exhale through your nose as you take off your leather gloves, planting yourself on a hay barrow. You take your leather boots off, the sound of the material squelching. 

“What are you doing?” his voice raises as he cocks his head at you. 

“I would much prefer not dying from cold fever,” you remark, wringing out your drenched hair. “Although it does sound better than being here…” you mumble under your breath. You assumed Aemond heard you when you saw his head shake, the corners of his mouth quirking into a small smile. You lower your eyes as Aemond stands up, turning his slender back to you as he unbuttons his black outer coat. It was improper of you to stare as his soaked cotton undershirt clung to his wet body – outlining his lean shoulders perfectly. 

Seven Hells.

You clear your throat as you feel a warm heat gathering in your cheeks, you unbutton your armored gown – your drenched undergown beginning to make you itch. Your hands reach around to the clasp by the nape of your neck. You mentally cuss your handmaidens as your fingers struggle to unclasp the button on your own. Your body jolts and his warm fingers slide down the back of your neck to the tender skin – unbuttoning your gown. “Here,” his raspy voice whispers into your ear as the gown drops to the ground. 

“I did not need your assistance,” you say but your words end up breathy and weak. You turn to face him. He was close to you, you could feel the heat of his body and smell the dragon scent of him. It sent a trickle of shivers straight through you. You wholeheartedly disliked the Prince and yet you had the most absurd inclination to lean forward until the space between your bodies was squeezed into nothingness.

His eye lowers down to your mouth, that mouth that vexes him to no end with an endless stream of insults and snide comments. Despite all that, all he could think about were your lips on his. “Is that so?” 

He lifts his hands brushing your wet hair away from your face, his fingers lingering by your cheek. The heat of his body seeped through your thin gown, he was so close you couldn’t tell where his breath ended and yours began. Aemond was going to stop right there and leave you bothered and breathless, to teach you a lesson but when there was barely an inch between your bodies, the pull grew too strong. Your breath quickens, your mind telling you to pull away but your body says otherwise. 

“Mmhmm,” is all you could manage to say, his fingertips trailing along your cheek – torturing you. Suddenly his hands cupped the back of your head as his lips took yours in an explosion of desire and hatred. You moan against his mouth, taking advantage of your parted lips, Aemond slides his tongue between them. His hands still cupping the back of your head, he grabs a fistful of your damp hair pulling it back. Your head tilts back, exposing your neck – his eye darkens as his lips leave yours to taste the slightly salty skin of your neck. 

Aemond pulls your hair a little harder, “You should learn to bite that tongue of yours…” His free hand grips your breast through the fabric. The pads of his fingertips rolling over your nipple. You suck in a shaky breath when he catches the bud between his forefinger and thumb, tweaking it sharply. Aemond releases your hair, the pressure of his grip still lingering. You could feel his stiff cock pressed against your body. 

“Only when you learn to bite yours,” you tease, sliding your hand down his wet undershirt and over his trousers to palm at his cock. A sweet groan escapes his lips when you softly squeeze him. He abruptly stops your hand, lowering your back onto the damp ground. This moment could be stretched and savored, but when were things with Aemond ever savory. His hands tugged the rope on the thin fabric that covered your body with enough force to nearly tear the gown. Aemond grapples at his shirt, pulling the wet fabric over his head. Your core is already searing with heat as he lets his eye caress your exposed body, something so simple but so seductive. The gaze was heavy with lust. God. You want to feel him. Taste him. Fuck him.

Aemond lowers himself between your legs, his tongue darts over his lower lip hungrily. He pushes your thighs apart, gripping them down firmly – his other hand trailing above your center. “Still do not need my assistance, my love?” he murmurs. He smirks seeing the wetness of your core. You curse when you feel his thumb and forefinger softly part your soaking folds, circling your clit and down to rub your dripping entrance. They gently tease your clit, smearing your wetness around but not enough to give you the desire you crave. You bite back a groan as your hips grind into his fingers. You tense as the tips of his fingers press at your entrance, his slender digits slipping in all the way. He drew them back out, slick with your wetness – a roguish grin across his face as he thrust them back in, easing into a steady pace that makes everything ache with desire. 

His hand dipped further into your cunt, sending a sharp edge of ecstasy through your core and down your spine. Aemond presses two fingers into your entrance, your walls clenching around his fingers as he thrusts roughly into your wet folds. Your body seizes up tight when all of a sudden he abruptly removes his hand from your soaking cunt. Leaving you on the edge of burning waves, a needy moan tears almost painfully from you. 

“Tell me you need me,” he commands. Fucking Bastard. “Say it,” his fingers return to your throbbing core teasing the folds of your swollen lips but not enough to satisfy you. Fuck he’s going to be the death of you. Aemond’s fingers teased your clit, making you breathless as you begged. He knew even if you had not said it that the desire was mutual. 

“Please Aemond,” you whine desperately, with a pleased grin, Aemond jolts his fingers back into you. His fingers curling into your cunt, nerves rubbed raw and still throbbing – deep inside your core, his finger brushes against the rough spot of nerves against your walls. Tilting his fingers into your cunt faster, you feel your muscles tense as the orgasm violently spills over. His free hand wraps around your thigh to hold you down, as he twists his fingers inside you. It’s all too much too quickly. Your ears ring, and waves of pleasure cascade through every nerve in your body. Your core pulses around Aemond’s fingers, eyes slamming shut until you shatter onto him – your mind folds as your orgasm cracks. You whine and push his hand because he’s still going, your clit burning from overstimulation. 

“That is how you make me feel when you vex me,” he grunts, his hands now snaking their way to your neck. His grip tightens as he lowers himself to your lips, his mouth descends onto yours – his kiss hungry and full of lust. His hands worked the drawstrings of his trousers. 

“Perhaps you need assistance,” you remark. His hands push down his black trousers, the thick swell of his cock throbs. There’s a wet smear as the head of his cock runs through your folds, slicking himself up with your arousal. With little warning, Aemond’s full-length slams into you with a devastating force – you moan into his shoulder as his angular face nest into your neck. You’ll feel him for days afterward as your walls clench inch after inch, a dull ache settling deep inside you. The rhythm of his hips is hard. Fast. Merciless. Aemond buries himself into your core, each stroke as rough and feral as the last. Your fingers tangle his silver hair, your nails raking down his back – leaving raised lines in his pale skin. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. Aemond firmly grips your jaw, sliding his thumb past your lips – your tongue brushes over his finger. You pull his lips towards you, molding your mouth to his as your soft wet kisses morph into pricks of his teeth. His gaze locked on yours, as his length goes in you – you pull his head down once more you gently place kisses around his scar. His eye flutter shuts with every touch.

His thrust boils the shimming heat gathering in the pit of your core, electric heat blazing through each and every nerve. Your muscles tighten around him, making his cock throb as his thrusts create violent slaps. Aemond couldn’t hold back any longer. Hot spurts flood your insides, his eye squeezing shut as he buries his face into your shoulder. You clutch him tightly against your chest while he fills you. 

He eventually pulls away, his gaze taking in every inch of your bare skin. With a cocky grin on his face, you knew he wouldn’t let this down. But neither would you. You knew he desired you as much as you desired him. 

[patheticdarling]

What Have You Done?

Summary: Reader is the first to receive, her husband, Prince Aemond when he comes back from Storm’s End along with the news he carries from it.

Warnings: (established marriage with targaryen!reader/she is daemon’s eldest daughter)/mentions of death/pregnant reader/very harsh labour/childbirth (very similar to rhaenyra’s in the final episode)/miscarriage & stillbirth/crying/fighting/cussing/ANGST/HOTD FINALE SPOILERS

Word Count: 1752

*NOT MY GIF*

  You heard the thud of Vhagar landing on the beaches below the Red Keep, where she usually nested on account that she was much too large for the Dragon Pit. 

  You called for one of your handmaidens to come and help you dress so that you could be the first to greet your husband from his journey, as you usually did. Though, Aemond said you should be resting as you neared your seventh month of pregnancy. You told him he frets too much and this was already your second child after your first daughter, Laena, who you had named after your late mother. 

  “Thank you,” you smiled at your handmaiden as she finished lacing your dress up. 

  She curtsied, “Of course, my lady. Is there anything else I can assist you with?” 

  You shook your head, “I’ll be fine. You should return to your chambers and find sleep.” 

  “Yes, my lady,” she nodded, “Good night.” 

  “Oh sorry,” you called her back, “There actually is one more thing.”

  “Yes, my lady?”

  “Could you make sure that Laena isn’t having any more of her night terrors?”

  “Of course, my lady. Is that all?”

  “Yes, I believe so.”

  She curtsied again, “Good night, my lady.”

  “Good night,” you waved goodbye before looking yourself over in the mirror, making sure your hair was in place. You grazed over your bump before going off to greet your husband. 

  You arrived just in time as he entered from his usual hidden passageway into the Red Keep. 

  You smiled eagerly as your husband approached. But Aemond did not meet your gaze, instead, he was muttering to himself as the rain dripped from his silver strands. 

  “Aemond?” you finally spoke up as he neared you. 

  He stopped in his tracks, his body ridged at the sound of your voice. Aemond continued to avoid your eyes as he just stood there, almost looking like a statue had it not been for his rugged breathing. 

  You decided to start walking towards him, worried that he was injured, “Aemond, are you alright?” You finally made your way over to him, standing mere inches apart, “Aemond,” you continued to try to free him from whatever trance he was in, “Aemond, look at me,” your hand grazed his face. 

  He let out a harsh sigh, whipping his head away from your touch. You flinched at his sudden action. Aemond continued breathing heavily as he hesitantly moved his gaze to your face. Concern on your face as you saw how red and puffy his eyes were. 

  “Aemond, what’s happened?”

  “I-” his voice quivered. You took his hand reassuringly, placing it onto your warm and growing bump. This action made Aemond let out a sob as he fell to his knees, his forehead now pressed to your stomach as he cried. 

  You mimicked his actions, falling to your knees and pushing your forehead to him, “Paghagon, ñuha jorrāelagon.” Breathe, my love. 

  “I’ve done something terrible,” Aemond finally muttered.

  You stroked his damp hair from his face, “Whatever it is, I’m sure we can fix it. Did Lord Borros deny your offer?”

  “No,” Aemond shook his head, “Daeron will marry one of his daughters when they both come of age.”

  Your brow furrowed, “Then what’s got you so upset, my Prince?”

  “I-I killed him.”

  “What? Aemond, who did you kill?”

  “Your brother,” he answered, shame filling his voice. 

  “My brother?” you had stood from your knees, “Aemond, what have you done?”

  “Lucerys, h-he came to Storm’s End at Rhaenyra’s behest. It was only meant to be a g-game,” Aemond tried to approach you.

  “Y-You murdered my brother? Your nephew?”

  “It was an accident, I swear it. I’m so sorry, my dear-”

  You shook your head, “You’re sorry?” you scoffed, “Lucerys was only four-and-ten. A boy. You are a man grown and you still saw it fit to exact revenge on a childhood quarrel.”

  “That childhood quarrel cost me my eye,” Aemond answered. 

  “And bought you a dragon. My dead mother’s dragon,” you snapped. 

  “Do not-”

  “You do not command me-AHHH,” you hissed as a sharp pain surged through your abdomen. 

  Aemond stood there, “I am not commanding you, Y/N. I am simply telling you the truth of the matter.”

  “And the truth is that Vhagar should have been Rhaena’s dragon. And you having lost an eye does not change that,” you argued before yet another tightening pain hit you, “Seven hells. What is happening?” you muttered as you slid your hand up your dress. The blood already trickling down your thighs. 

  “Y/N?” Aemond’s attention now fixated on the blood on your fingers.

  You let out a shaky sigh, “The babe is coming.” 

  Aemond did not hesitate to scoop you into his arms, carrying you off to your chambers and yelling at every servant you passed to alert the Maester and midwives immediately. 

  “I-It’s gonna be alright,” Aemond cooed as he attempted to gently place you onto the bed.

  “No,” you struggled out of his grip, stumbling onto your feet, “I-I don’t want to lie down. AHHHH!”

  “Y/N, please. You must-”

  The Maester and midwives had entered the room, all of them clamouring to your side, “My lady, let us-”

  “No!” you snapped at all of them, “Just l-leave me be.”

  They all tried to work at a distance as you stumbled around the room. You clutched your stomach as the blood continued down your legs.

  “My prince,” the Maester addressed Aemond, “She is not at all near full term. The babe should not be coming.”

  “Well it is fucking coming!” you shouted as another contraction ripped through you. 

  “How can we help her?” Aemond asked. 

  “I-I don’t fucking want any of your help!”

  “Please, my lady,” one of the midwives begged, “Remember when we helped you deliver Laena, this can be just as easy if you let us help.”

  You ignored their pleas as you continued to struggle about the room, groaning and wincing at the various pains coursing through your body. Before Ser Criston Cole came to the door. 

  “My Prince, King Aegon has requested your presence in the throne room,” he explained. 

  Aemond hesitated for a moment, looking over to you as you keeled over in pain, “Go, Aemond,” you grunted, not even bothering to look at him, “I do not need nor want you here.” 

  His jaw clenched before he nodded and followed the knight out of the room to go and meet with his brother. 

  “Brother,” Aegon smirked as Aemond approached the Iron Throne. The Dowager Queen Alicent by his side, looking saddened as her son entered. 

  “Your Grace,” Aemond bowed. 

  “Is it true?” he asked, “The whispers I’ve heard.”

  “I do not know to which matters you are referring, Your Grace.”

  Alicent scoffed at her son, shaking her head, “Did you murder Lucerys Velaryon?”

  Aemond struggled to meet his mother’s eyes, “It was an accident. We both lost control of our dragons and Vhagar attacked Arrax, killing them both in the struggle.”

  “An accident?” she scoffed, “You are saying that you accidentally murdered the boy who took your eye all those years ago?”

  “It is the truth, Mother. I swear it.”

  “And I thought you an honourable man, Aemond,” tears brimming in her eyes, “Excuse me.” Queen Alicent left the throne room, leaving the two brothers. 

  Aemond moved to speak, “I do not care about the truth, brother,” Aegon proclaimed, “All I know is that we have the support of Storm’s End as well as one less Strong bastard to deal with. Well done, Aemond.”

  “Thank you, my King,” Aemond spoke reluctantly, “But I must be getting back to my wife now.” 

  “Of course,” Aegon nodded, “We will be throwing a grand feast for not only the birth of your second child but also your accomplishment of ridding us of one of our bitch sister’s savage bastards.”

  Aemond bowed once more at his menacingly smirking brother before exiting the throne room and hurrying back to your chambers. He stopped in his tracks and he saw the Maester and midwives leaving the room, blood-covered towels and sheets in their hands. 

  “What’s happened?” Aemond stopped the Maester.

  The Maester sighed as the midwives tried to conceal their tears, “The child did not live. I’m sorry, my Prince.”

  “And my wife? What of Y/N?”

  “She’s alive,” that brought the slightest bit of relief to the ache Aemond felt in his heart, “Though she does not wish to be disturbed by any of us. But she will need some comfort, my Prince.”

  Aemond nodded, “Understood. Thank you, Maester.”

  The prince slowly entered the room. Your back was to the door as you sat on the edge of your bed, slowly rocking back and forth. Aemond could hear you softly singing an old Valyrian nursery rhyme. 

  Aemond rounded the bed, approaching you slowly. His heart continued to shatter at the sight. His wife, a woman who always appeared beautiful and put-together was now covered in the blood of herself and her stillborn child. Hair tattered and face damp from sweat and tears. And a bundle holding what seemed to be an extremely small infant yet one who was covered in scales and whose bones could be seen through their thin skin. 

  “Shhh,” you cooed at the child, “Muña iksis kesīr, ñuha jorrāelagon.” Mother is here, my love. 

  “Y/N?” Aemond called to you softly yet your eyes did not leave the bundle, “Kostagon ao rȳbagon nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon? Ziry iksos Aemond, aōha valzȳrys.” Can you hear me, my love? It's Aemond, your husband.

  You continued to rock the infant, “Ziry iksos iā valītsos.” It’s a boy.

  Aemond sobbed softly as he carefully sat next to you, he bit back his cries upon seeing what was supposed to be your son, “Emi iā tresy.” We have a son.

  “Yes,” you had finally seemed to acknowledge his words as you stroked the rough skin that decorated your son’s head, “His name is Lucerys. After my brother.”

  Of course, you hadn’t forgotten the initial grief that had filled your body. The grief that overtook you so violently that it cost you your son. Inside, you wanted to scream and hurt Aemond, just as he had hurt you. But all your strength had ceased. You still loved your husband even after the heinous acts he had committed. But now war was inevitable. Your brother and son were only the first of the losses you were bound to endure. And what else could you do but accept your fate?

[stillinracooncity]

that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*

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𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞

Part 2 of Rebellious child

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞? 𝐍𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader wishes she was burnt alive, also she’s a bit depressed, cussing, drinking, reader hates Alicent. reader gets slapped, but she slaps punches back, Targ!cest, angst

Author's note: I couldn't help it, I worked on this one after I posted the first one. I hope you like it :P

After you had found out that your father is dead, your brother went missing or he fled. Your mother said that your father wished for Aegon to be crowned king, you saw that as Bullshit, if he wanted Aegon to be heir then he should of made him heir. You had to inform Rhaenyra somehow, you may not chose good decisions before but today was the day you had to make the right decision. 

Some were sent search Aegon, the next day he’ll be crowned king, your brother did not want this but your mother’s greed was as bad like your grandsire's. The day had arrived and you were getting ready, you wore a black dress, never have you ever touched a green dress after you had become a grown woman. You hated the color green.

Your handmaiden’s were adding your jewelry, a pearl neckless with rubies and a pare of earrings that were gold with red rubies and pearls, this once belonged to Queen Visenya Targaryen, your father had gift them to you as a gift on your names day. Your mother had walked in, she was dressed for the occasion that’ll happen in an hour. “Why of all colors black?” she asked disappointedly, you rolled her eyes and dismissed your maidens. “I like the color black, way better than that green” you said as you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

The Queen looked at you, she wanted to argue but she just sighed and walked to you and held your hands into hers. “I know I haven’t been the best mother, but I just-” she stops and looks into your purple eyes. “Please, don’t disappoint me today, of all days” She said as you had a stoic look. You knew that no matter what you did to try and impress her, she’ll be disappointed. “I cannot promise anything” you said as your mother then pulled you into a hug. She hasn’t hugged you like this, even as a child she was never the affectionate with you, only with your oldest siblings. 

She pulled away and walked to the door but stop and looked back at you. “Y/n, I love you” she said with a small smile and left. You stood there as you watch her leave “sure you do, mother” you said as you sat back down and continued getting ready.

The ceremony began, you were standing next to Aemond and Helaena, she had an uncomfortable look, she looked very terrified. Aemond had his normal face and you were just out of it. Your head was hurting and now you were here making your headache worse. As your brother had come forward your family members bowed for him except you, you just stared at him with a numb look, now that the conqueror’s crown was on his head he was now king. People cheered for him, as he looked at the crowed he looked a bit conflicted, if he should accept it or not. 

Then he pulled the conqueror’s sword and lifted it up, making the crowed cheer even more. All of a sudden some form of explosion happened, the crowed now scream of terror and began to run to the exit. You could not see who it was until the smoke faded, seen princess Rheanys, The Queen that never was on top of the Red Queen, your brother stood protectively in front of your sister and your mother went to protect you brother, and you? No one came in front of you. Rhaenys glared at both the Queen and now King, all she had to do was say the word and they’d burn, you closed your eyes, ready to feel the heat of the flames but now, only a loud roar was released to them, shameful, the she flew out. 

After that ceremony that night the Queen had ordered more guards to watch over King Aegon, you could not say his name with King in front of it, it felt wrong. You were getting ready to go to the tavern by yourself until you saw your mother come in. “Are you leaving?” she asked you as you had finish tying your boots, you normally dress like a boy to hide your identity at this point. “What does it look like I’m doing? Yes, I stayed like you said, hopefully you weren’t disappointed at the time, so be disappointed now” you said fetching your clock but she stopped you.

“Before you go, I’d like to talk with you” The Queen said pulling you  down to take a seat. “What is it now?” you asked, your mother took a deep breath and spoke “tonight, will be the last night you’ll be going out. Now you have a duty to get married to an alliance to secure your brother’s claim” she said, this caused you to laugh hysterically. “More like a stolen claim” you said as she spoke “I’m being serious! I let you do as you please but now you must perform your duty as a princess!” she is now frustrated. “Oh! So now you have use of me, you could of married me a while ago but you chose not to, how is it that my brother can do as he pleases but when it comes to me its bad, hm?” you asked your mother was now conflicted.

“Because he is a man, and you are not, he is now King” she said as you stood up and grabbed your clock. “He did not want this, but you forced him to do it, all for listening to father who was not in the right state. He was always out of everything for bring under the influence of the milk of the poppy.” You said bitterly as your mother looked at you worriedly. “You can do as you please, you can continue to use your own children for your own benefit along with the Hand. Its obvious that all this was his doing and you are going along with it.” You walked towards the door but stopped. “I am ashamed, of being your daughter Alicent Hightower, you were never a good mother or Queen, have a good night Alicent” you said closing the door.

You had arrived at the tavern, drinking away your sorrows or whatever. Today was a roller coaster of emotions. Your brother became King, your family had committed treason, you no longer will address Alicent as mother, a dog is a better mother than her. You didn’t go back to the Red keep, you stayed at an Inn that night, you did not want to go face to face with those traitorous cunts.

The next morning you were waken, by non other than your older brother Aemond, he was sent out to get you and bring you back. Once you were taken back to the Red Keep, you were bathed and dressed in a disgusting green dress, but the you had purposefully dirtied the gown and wore a red gown.

You were in you bed chambers drinking your wine then your Mother, or should I say Alicent and Otto entered. “It seems that you are back Granddaughter” he said as you looked at him “what can I do for you Lord Hand?” you asked snakingly and took another sip of your wine. Then Otto slapped the cup from your hand and you pouted “I was drinking that! How rude” you said as his face was now red.

“Listen child, you had done whatever you wanted for the last couple years, enough of this foolish behavior, you are to perform your duty and that is final!” He said as you looked up at him, he noticed how you had red under your eyes like his Grandson Aegon. “And If I don’t? Then what?” you said as you then felt a sharp pain on your cheek, Otto had slapped you across the face, but you will not let it slide, you balled your hand into a feast and punched him square on the nose. Causing him to stumble back and he held his nose, you had broken it seen the blood pouring down it. “Y/n!!” Alicent shouted as she went to console her father. “You will not put your filthy hands of me again, next time that you do, I’ll rip your fucking face off!” you shouted as they left your room in search of a maester.

Later that night the family had gathered in the dinning room. Aegon was laughing at Otto who had a bandaged nose. Helaena was in her little world, Alicent looked disappointed at you, by now you were used to that look, and Aemond was seated next to you. You weren’t eating much, you were busy picking at your nails and just drowning yourself in wine. Aegon was now drunk like always, he’d get that drunk when going to the tavern with you, but he had stopped since he had bigger duties to attended.  Alicent and Otto talked about which houses they should ask for their alliances.

Shortly after everyone began to leave to bed, but you were going out again, as you walked down the halls you spotted Aemond their with a cloak on. “Aemond? What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re going to tell Alicent?” you asked with a fake pout, your brother had always been a Mommy’s boy, for sure he’d tell on you. “No, I won’t tell mother, I’ll go with you.” He said “What? You? Come with me? You must be on something?” you said as he smiled “no, I do wish to go with you” He said once again “alright, don’t think I go into brothels for a fuck, thats all Aegon, I just drink” you said as you both left.

The two of you were at the Tavern, drinking your Ale while Aemond watch you drown in it. Drinking was what made you happy, you’d forget about being a princess and the disappointment of the family. “You know, Alicent never loved me” you said catching your brother’s attention. “our Mother does love you, Y/n” he said as you shook your head and talked “no, she doesn’t, all she loves is power, us, her children are only pawns for her to use, and now I am her victim to play with” you said sipping your ale.

Aemond watched you, slowly killing yourself with Ale, he hated seeing you like this, you were like Aegon but you didn’t lay with anyone, you just drank and drank to forget. If only his mother had betrothed you and him, he’d make sure you felt loved, he would of given you the world, but no, he watched you drink, one of this days you might be found dead alone in this tavern, the cause of death being alcohol.

You then fell asleep, Aemond took you back to the Red Keep, he had asked for your handmaiden to dress you properly to bed, Aemond will have a talk with his mother tomorrow.

That morning Aemond approached his mother. “Mother, may I have a word with you?” he asked the Queen who had looked up at him from the book she was reading “yes my love, what is it?” she closed the book and allowed him to sit next to her. “Its about my sister, Y/n. I wish to wed her.” he said, Alicent then grew worried “Aemond, I can’t, she is to wed someone who will stand by us, you'll also have t-” she was cut off by Aemond “you know she will not allow it, she’d do whatever to not wed” he said as the Queen was now conflicted. “I don’t know Aemond, she is out of control, she needs to perform her duty” she said making her son get up. “All this years, I’ve never asked for anything, this is the only thing that I ask- no I demand we wed one another, please mother, let us wed.” He now practically begged, but he noticed how she would refuse again but then he spoke darkly “If I don’t wed her, I’ll take her and take Vhagar to Dragonstone and be by Rhaenyra’s side, I'm sure you would not want that would you?” he threatened. Alicent saw the look of anger in his eyes, he has never spoken to her in that way ever, but she needed him, his dragon to take down the blacks. “Fine, you’ll be wed as soon as possible” she said as Aemond approached her and pulled her into a hug. “Thanks mother” she had hugged him back, a bit shaken by his demand but she agreed to this.

[imcherrycola]

Has anyone done Hades! Aemond x Persephone! Reader? If the reader is Rhaenyra's daughter, that would make her Demeter.