#aegon ii targaryen thots

[aegoniiwifey]

Consider: modern Aeg picking up your kiddo from preschool/daycare/nursery school (idk the difference between them) and they look SO much alike chubby little boy with Aegons eyes and hair and pouty mouth and he’s So excited that Daddy is picking him up!!! Aeg takes him for ice cream before going home. Idk I’m soft and kind of baby fever Yknow

WYN HAVE MERCY! this is our cute little wholesome family domestic au

AEG has a carbon copy of a son and they’re both so chubby

[lovelykhaleesiii]

I did Pilates for the first time and all I can think of is showing Aegon just how flexible I am 🥰

[francy-sketches]

They would be besties 💛 (context)

[rosenroot]

I really like your drawings of Alicent's children, but I think Helaena and Aegon are the ones who look the most like each other. Was that something on purpose since they are married siblings?

Well, yeahhh but ok ok, lemme show u my thought process, what we can get from the books is that Helaena and Aegon, both have a bigger complexion similar to viserys, and if I’m not wrong, Aemond is described as a baby smaller than aegon, now I tried to make him look a little more like Alicent, since she often is described as a skinny legend haha. And Daeron well, he kinda is a mix of the two? He is the prettiest of them all so he has to have the best targ genes haha but I just change his eye color to Alicent’s mud green because they team green right??

[please-buckme]

thots ?

You know I’d squirm.

[achaoticeternal]

friendly reminder that my ask box is open and hungry

send me thots and headcanons to chat about for: aemond targayen aegon ii targaryen jacaerys velaryon

[theold-ultraviolence]

Hello my loveeeeee

I come bearing Aemond thots

So we know Aemond is observant and a man of few words so in relation to his wife I think he would have sooo many feelings about just the littlest things he notices about her but he can't figure out how to say it I imagined he's tried to a couple times but it didn't come out right poor thing

So he started writing her letters almost daily even though they see eachother every day just so he can get his words out 🤍

Whispers Unsaid / Part II

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

A/N: CEE. When I tell you I've never ran to write a prompt THIS QUICKLY, I think I'm breaking a personal record here. This is the sweetest, most precious and unique concept ever and omg I hope I did it justice. Thank you for indulging me and for letting me explore more of Aemond!! Title is based on the song 'Hail to the King' by A7X, which is also the album that has been inspiring me when it comes to him. CW: suggestive language, no explicit content. Words: 2k.

“What are you doing, husband?” 

You sigh from your spot on your shared bed, with an outstretched hand in search of his touch, only it lands beside you on the empty dent where the warmth of his form still lingers. 

It’s late, and Aemond’s back is towards you, with his long hair cascading behind him like the silvery moonbeams that reflect on the ocean just outside of King’s Landing. Straight and stoic as always, he sits, illuminated by the triad of candles sitting on his desk as he’s calmly scribbling away on paper. 

He stops as soon as he hears your quiet calling, and only turns halfway to grant you a little smirk.  “Just some writing. Go back to sleep.”  

“Just some writing, he says...”

He huffs out a quiet puff of air that’s just Aemond’s way of laughing, and you consider it a win. 

At the beginning, the silence had unnerved you; it puzzled you, to be the one to take up the mantle between the two of you and prompt the conversation out of him for seldom did he utter a single word. It’s like Aegon had claimed all the bark upon being the first one to leave their mother’s womb and left no words to spare for Aemond or Helaena. 

But in time, you learned that that’s just the kind of man that Aemond is, and it does not mean that he despises you, as you’d first believed as a newlywed, being one in need of affirmation to be at ease knowing their care is reciprocated.

Having been betrothed to Aemond had proved to be a blessing, despite it being a political arrangement. You’d grown too fond of him, too attached to his scent and the weight of his body against you. You’d often think about what would’ve become of you, hadn’t you been matched with someone as caring and devoted as he. 

Albeit eternally silent. 

So you made it your own little game, to try and pry a smile out of him with your quips, or a sigh of contentment with your caresses, anytime you could. This little laugh you treasure, as it’s a sound as rare as a King without a crown, or a Valyrian without a dragon

“May I enquire, your grace, if it’s something appropriate to share with your lady wife?” 

You speak through a teasing smile and a giddy heart over the sight of his shoulders visibly relaxing and a dimple surfacing along the lines of his sharp jaw. 

“Whispers unsaid, I believe,” he murmurs cryptically, and isn’t that the understatement of the era. 

Everything that Aemond utters to you is restrained, often biting his tongue when he sees you changing into your dress in the morning, or walking down a stairwell while lifting up your skirt, like a proper princess. You wonder what he thinks of you, what passes through the intricate maze that is his mind, whenever he’s helping you put on a piece of jewelry, or tying up the laces of your slippers or squeezing your hand in his in a crowded room.

His gaze is the loudest, while his lips refrain from speaking. 

And it is indeed far too late for either of you to be up, hence why your eyelids are dropping regardless of you aching to keep admiring Aemond, so you give up on coaxing the conversation out of him and ultimately mutter, “come back to bed, husband.” 

“I’ll be there in a moment.” 

You huff in a childlike manner, inching closer to his spot on the bed to absorb the remnants of his warmth, to inhale that characteristic scent that emanates from the crown of his head, imprinted on the pillow. 

“You know I can’t sleep without you,” you dare confess. Only in the hour of the owl did you let these kinds of truths spill. 

It’s true, you cannot. Not when your lives are marked by unrelenting stress, impending danger. He’s your anchor, at the end of the day. In his arms you seek the safety and softness that you need after so much endurance and you dread the moment he’ll be yanked away to war. 

He nods and finally joins you, immediately cradling your face to his neck before his arms envelop you. 

In a dreamy haze, you mumble, “one day you’ll have to tell me all about what you write…is it fiction? Is it prose? Are you writing about how you secretly despise your wife?” you yawn, making him humm amusedly before he’s lulling you to sleep by tracing his fingers all along your spine until you’re no longer conscious. 

– 

First you hear all the clattering noises about the room before you fully awaken, and the next thing you register is the lack of a firm body against your own under the covers.  

Groggily, you call for his name, over and over again and louder each time until a pair of hands frame your face and thin lips tenderly plant themselves on your forehead. 

“What’s going on?” you’re greeted first thing at dawn to a room bathed by shadows except for his sapphire eye, as bright as the sun.   

“Off to clean up after Aegon’s messes, as always.”   

“When will you be back?” one of your hands joins his atop your cheek as your brain tries to process what he’s saying, and you’re hit with the realization that he’ll be away from you for Gods know how long.  

“I’ve no way of knowing. But I promise I’ll come back to you as soon as I’m able.” 

“Promise me,” you plead, staring intently at his right eye and feeling the tiniest bit of relief when you see it twinkling with affection. 

He nods before his touch leaves your face until he’s got a hold of your hand with both of his, depositing something right into it that he seals with one final kiss.  

“If you need me, my lady, look under the dresser. There’s a chest there with something I think you might enjoy.”     

You realize there’s a key dangling from a silver chain left in your open palm.

Before you can even question him, he gives you one last longing stare,  and leaves out the door. 

His last message doesn’t fully sink in as you’re more preoccupied with burying your head in your husband’s pillow.

And it isn’t until the end of this day – an excruciating one without his presence – that you kneel down to retrieve a heavy treasure chest made out of fine silver, which unlocks by the turn of the key that had been resting around your neck. 

You bring it with you to the bed to study its contents, soon to realize that it contains piece after piece of paper, with dates inked on the corners, going back as far as the day you were officially married. 

Your heart takes on a galloping beat as you read, as you go through each of Aemond’s secret letters to you. 

“My lady, we are officially wed. I am eternally grateful to my mother and father for having agreed upon bethroding me to you. I’d had my eye on you for a long time. I’m almost certain they noticed for I’m not entirely discreet – aiding their final decision. I look to the fates that have been bestowed on the rest of my family and while I would have fulfilled my duty with honor, I am relieved and overjoyed that I get to be by your side until the end of our days. The only thing that frightens me is you becoming bored of my existence. I know I’m not the liveliest of princes, but I hope I can convey the affection that I hold for you in the best way that I can. You are the loveliest in the whole court – in the whole kingdom. I’m most fortunate to be yours.” 

“Dear wife, you drive me wild. I wish there was a way to bottle up the sound of your laughter and your moans. It’s exquisite. I wish to keep it, turn it into an elixir to help me soothe the stress of my days if you are ever not around. Please, never stop whispering in my ear, never stop cutting your giggles short for fear of appearing childish. I yearn to hear you, I aim to please you, to make a home right in between your legs so you’ll always be pleased, and in turn, I’ll get to hear you. You hold utmost power over me, and you don’t even know it.” 

“My darling, it’s the little things that make me adore you, so. The way your body elongates when you stretch out your limbs, first thing in the morning, and how the sun forms a halo around your hair as it peeks through our blinds. The way you lick your lips when I’m changing clothes after training, or when I step inside our rooms after a bath. It’s the intensity in your loving gaze, looking at me as if I still had both of my eyes – how you’ve never recoiled from the sapphire that replaces one of them. But I especially love the way your body curls around mine when we’re together in bed. I want to keep you that way, forever in my arms.”  

Your heart swells with each letter and some even manage to heat you up from inside out, igniting a coiling around the pit of your stomach that has you all flustered like the young maiden you no longer were. 

“Wife of mine, your beauty is truly sublime, at every hour of every day, no matter what garments you wear. Although I’m most keen on the kinds of dresses that are tight at the waist and make your breasts all plump and inviting. I both relish to show you off at court so that everyone can see that you’re mine, but loathe how the Watch Guards ogle at you. You’re mine, mine alone. Your every curve is mine to hold and fondle. Only I get to see what’s underneath. And that, my lady wife, is my preferred state to see you in. Naked before my eyes alone, sprawled on the bed with your legs opening up to welcome me in. It’s sublime, I repeat. How tightly you cling to me, how intensely do you pulse around my girth while your nails claw at my back. The day I lay on my deathbed, by Gods, I wish to see such a sight as I take my final breath.”  

You’re poorly fanning yourself with your palm while walking a frantic circle around your room as you’re turning Aemond’s words around in your head.

So this is what goes through your love’s mind. 

So this is what he’s been keeping from you.

There’s a whole universe contained in his mind that he can only let out through paper and ink. And now you’re even more desperate to have him here, to hold him and dote on him and compensate for all the words that fail to come out of his mouth when they're so eloquently handwritten.

On this night you don’t sleep. You’re up ‘till morrow comes and the air is crisp and you’ve gone through every single one of his letters – landmarks of your rather short time as a wedded couple, and pieces of the puzzle that used to be Aemond’s perception of you. 

You’re still deeply immersed in your frenzy, for five more sunsets and sunrises until finally, you hear the lock of your bedchambers turning, and in comes your husband, bruised and battle-worn and perplexed for a second as you’re immediately on him, wrapping yourself tightly to him and peppering kisses on the corner of his lip until he catches them with his mouth. 

“I love you, husband.” You exhale. 

After a moment he replies, with the first full grin you see on his face without saying anything whatsoever.   

Though that doesn’t trouble you anymore.  

You simply return his key and eagerly lead him to his desk where he finds a brand new stack of the finest paper, blank and awaiting to receive his next stream of thoughts.

[blakeswritingimagines]

your thoughts are chef‘s kiss, but the teacher!aemond got me in a chokehold

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Teacher! Aemond thots becoming everyone's problem and I love it 🤭

You had gotten up early and ready for your day at King's Landing collage before heading out to your classes, after a couple of hours and lunch break you finally sat down in your history class setting up your books as you happily glanced over at Aemond while biting your lower lip having heard he was the best-looking professor at King's landing which so far had only been proven true and made it hard for most students pay attention even you yourself couldn't focus. Aemond is lecturing in front of his class. He speaks clearly, with the command and knowledge of someone who is an expert in their field. "And so, we saw the final battle for control of Westeros during the Dance. With the death of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the defeat of her supporters at the hands of King Aegon II, it was as if the realm finally turned a corner after so many years of civil war." He pauses for a moment, glancing briefly at you in the front row, making sure no others are watching. He stood at the blackboard explaining the events of the Dance of the Dragons. Suddenly, noticing you had been biting your lower lip and paying close attention to him. He stopped his lecture and looked at you more closely. "Are you interested in the material I'm presenting?" He asked with a smirk.

You nodded with a slight shrug. "It's pretty interesting," you replied. You leaned forward in your chair to give Aemond a fuller view of yourself. You crossed your legs, and he noticed the skirt riding up your thighs. He couldn't help his eyes from traveling up your legs as he felt a stirring in his pants. You looked at him, a smirk appearing on your lips. You nodded again giving a better answer. "It's very helpful sir." You said with a very sweet tone, your eyes on him and only him. "It's the best way I've learned… so far." Aemond just rolled his eyes and continued with the lecture, his gaze wandering at your lips from time to time. As Aemond finishes the lecture, he notices your eyes are still on him. Your look is teasing and he can almost feel it. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure a bit. "Ok then, that covers what happened during the Dance. But it's also important to understand why it happened, and how it impacted the political structure of Westeros afterward, so that will be your homework."

He takes his time to talk, and his attention stays on his notes. His eyes glance briefly at your outfit and he wonders if you were intentionally trying to distract him. Aemond sees you cross your legs, revealing your thighs and short skirt. He swallows hard as he returns his eyes to the front, knowing exactly what you want from him. "Glad to hear that. I understand the material can be very complex at times." He reaches down and adjusts his growing hardness, aware that you likely noticed the movement. "Any chance I can convince you to stay a little late and ask any last-minute questions?". Your smile grew wider, giving him a sexy smirk before you spoke. "Of course sir. I have so many questions to ask about the Dance. I hope you have enough stamina to answer all of them." Aemond's eyes grow sharp and his gaze fixed on you. "Oh, trust me… I do." Without further thought, Aemond takes a deep breath. His eyes on you were hungry, looking at your every inch, from head to toe, without shame even as all the other students left leaving both alone.

Aemond watches as the other students leave the room, aware that you both are now all alone. He shifts in his seat slightly, noticing how his body is reacting to you without even a touch, but trying to ignore it to the best of his ability. He is a handsome, in-shape man, yet he cannot help but feel nervous by your smirk and the teasing look in your eyes looking at him. "Well, I certainly have plenty of time today for you. Do you want to stay behind and continue the lesson? Or do you think there is some other way we might be able to spend our spare time?" Aemond grins wickedly, enjoying the way the two of you are alone now. With all of the students being well out of earshot and the classroom locked, he leans over the desk to whisper to you. "I've actually got no other commitments today. I thought you and I could have our own private lesson." He licks his lips, eyeing you up and down. "Perhaps in my office?" You stood up from your place and put your hands on your hips before speaking up. "I have no question about your history lesson, professor." You looked at him in a seductive way, with a smirk on your lips. "I think we both know how we would spend our spare time." Your eyes wander all over Aemond's body. You never had any feelings for any other teacher and thought he was a good, kind man. But… oh, it was true. You had been waiting for this moment months ago. You slowly nodded your head and moving closer to stand closer to Aemond. "You're sure it's not a problem?" You asked as your eyes wandered at him, noticing every movement, every muscle of Aemond's body underneath the shirt. You could not help yourself. Your body craved him. You leaned toward him slowly, your eyes never leaving him.

Aemond notices the obvious way you are staring at him; there was no mistaking what you wanted from him. He swallows hard, looking you up and down, noticing the curve of your hips and the way your skirt clings to your thighs. His body is reacting just as much as yours is. "Not at all." He says in a deeper voice than usual. "The classroom is empty anyway, and I am here to assist any students who require further instruction." He gives you a knowing look before leaning closer to you as well. Aemond's breath catches in his throat as you moved closer to him. He stares into your eyes, noticing how your gaze lingers on his body, seeing how your body is reacting to him, and also how he is reacting to you as if he wasn't jerking off each time class ended with the image of you bent over his desk. "I'm quite certain it isn't a problem," he says softly, his eyes not leaving yours. He moves his hand up to your face and caresses your cheek. He leans towards you, his lips hovering just a few inches away from yours. Your heart was racing with excitement. Your body moved so naturally and smoothly to him. Your breaths combined create a soft cloud around them. Your eyes locked to his and you couldn't let go. Aemond's caress sends shivers down your spine, slowly you pressed your forehead to his and whispers. "Don't say."

You didn't need words to describe what you wanted. Your lips were soft and inviting, like warm silk, you tasted like sweet honey. Your bodies move together in harmony, in a dance-like movement. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his hand caress your cheek. Your legs trembled slightly as your eyes on his lips, longing for his sensual kisses and strong lips. Your breath was short and rapid as his face was close to you. You couldn't bear the way Aemond looked at you any longer. You took the final step and leans toward him, pressing your lips to his and embracing him tightly. Your kiss felt like an eternity for you. Nothing matters at that moment. You wanted Aemond more than anything in the world. The kiss becomes deeper and you pull each other's body closer. Aemond kisses you back passionately, feeling your body pressing against him as the kiss heats up and becomes more rough. Your bodies feel like they were made for each other, moving as one and exploring each other's bodies. After a few moments, Aemond breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily and looking down into your eyes. "You are even more incredible than I had imagined," he whispers, his voice full of passion and desire. "I never would have thought you wanted me this much. You are everything I expected, and more."

You kissed him again, unable to let him go. Then your hands reach down to his shirt. You started to unbuttoned his shirt one by one slowly as your lips still connected. Your hands wander all over Aemond's body. You bit his lower lips passionately before you whispered to him. "Aemond… I want you…" You leaned closer and gives him a long and deep kiss. Your bodies finally intertwined with each other. You couldn't help yourself as you felt his body against you grinding your hips against his thigh. His touch and kisses were like fire in your body. It was so hard to control yourself at that moment. You were so hungry for his love. "Aemond, please." You whispered. You slowly pulled Aemond to one of the empty desks as you pressed your body more onto him. "I want you to make love with me." Your voice is soft and desperate as you looked into his beautiful eyes. Aemond allows you to unbutton his shirt, loving the feeling of your hands moving all over his body. He kisses you back passionately and his hands run up your body, caressing your soft skin and feeling your curves. "Mmm," he murmurs as he feels your body pressed up against him groaning as he tensed his thigh for you, "I want you too, baby." He feels you pull him towards a desk, and Aemond does not resist the opportunity. He eagerly kisses you back, as his hands explore your body and move to your skirt before pushing you gently to lay back on his desk.

"Oh, god, yes. Yes, Aemond!" You groaned. Aemond's hands were a heaven-sent for you. You wanted Aemond to touch and love every inch of your body, and you will let him. Your legs slowly open widely before his eyes. You closed your eyes and felt the excitement grow inside your body. You tilted your head back with a soft sigh, feeling his hands caress your waist and hips. His kisses were driving you crazy. Your body felt hot, your breath heavy. You want to have him and take all of him. Your heart beat rapidly and your moans grew louder as you continued kissing passionately. "Aemond, please." Your voice was breathless. You couldn't wait any longer as you reached down to his pants, unbuttoning it with shaking hands. "I need you. Now." Aemond lets out a moan as he feels your hands touching him. His breath becomes heavy as you spread your legs, revealing yourself completely to him. "God, I want you," he whispers, his voice desperate and raw. His breath becomes quick and heavy with every kiss. He reaches down to help you take off his trousers. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs to you, kissing you again. "And so much more incredible than I ever could have imagined."

"Gods, you're so hot," he moans, his voice full of passion. He kisses down your neck, feeling your hands all over his body. His hands move down your body holding your waist in a tight grip, feeling your curves and groaned as he pulled your panties to the side seeing how soaked you were. Your body is just as he imagined it would be, and your eagerness to get him inside of you is too much for him to resist. "I need you too, Angel. I need you so badly," Aemond moans in pleasure as you wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to slide his hard cock into your wall walls and explore your body with his hands. He quickly removes his shirt, his chest and abs visible for you to see. One of his hands caressed your waist, your thighs, and your breasts. His lips continue to kiss passionately at your neck, his touch making you moan even louder. "You are mine," he whispers seductively into your ear.

[aegoniiwifey]

Eeeeekkkk babe I have a lil drabble for this pic

"Upon careful consideration, My King, we believe that we've come up with a list of suitable suitors for the Princess-" Lord Lannister was cut off by Aegon scraping the tip of his ancestor's knife along the Small Council table. "You lot deem yourselves fit to determine the future of my only daughter?" Aegon asked with an eerie calmness. "Well, I-" Aegon traced his finger along the blade, his gaze menacing, as he said, "Who then? Tell me, this list you speak of," He exchanged a look with Aemond, whose stoic expression remain unchanged, though Aegon knew his brother felt a similar annoyance. "I- well, the Prince of Dorne's son-" "Too far." Aegon cut him off. "Lord Stark's son Rickon-" "A Northern lord?" He scoffed. "You would send my daughter to wither in the cold? She is a pure blooded Valyrian, yet you would shackle her to a wolf?"

The lords remained silent, avoiding Aegon's steely gaze, as he said harshly, "Go on." "Lady Jeyne Arryn has proposed her son Rodrick-" "Ah, yes, the Arryn boy that could easily be mistaken for a pile of bones? Brother, does that sound like the man to make a good husband for my daughter?" "I don't believe I do, Your Grace." Aemond replied smoothly. "Is that all?" Aegon asked with a bored expression. The lords remained silent. "No one decides what happens to the Princess but me. My daughter's future lies in the hands of her father, the King. The next fool who makes such ludicrous suggestions, I shall cut the hand with which he penned this foolish list."

THIS WAS SO DELICIOUS HOLY FUCK YOU GOT MY BRAIN JUICES GOING FOR A FIC IDEA HEHEHEH

[aegoniiwifey]

i come bearing more thotty thots about our chubby Daddy Aeg, with Uncle Aemond too-

Aegon sat with Aemond in his study at the family estate, going over some contracts. His brother set the glass with his whiskey down, their discussion dying down when she entered in her tiny tennis skirt, and matching little sports bra and knee high socks. "Hi Daddy," She said sweetly. "Hi Uncle Aemond- I'm going to meet Cerelle at the country club." Aegon grunted and pulled her onto his lap, Aemond's gaze on her unwavering. "Are you now, babygirl?" Aegon murmured, and she looked between them. "Dressed like that?" Aemond asked lowly, staring as Aegon's large hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. She blushed and nodded, "You like it? I got it when I went shopping with Mom." Aegon began to trail kisses down her neck, tugging down the sports bra a bit to give Aemond a good view. "Gotta talk to Hel about the shit she lets you wear." Aegon grunted, as he cupped her pussy under her skirt. She whined softly, and Aemond chuckled darkly, "Such a needy little girl." She pouted, and Aegon set her back on her feet, and gave her a little spank to her ass, saying, "Go on baby, show Uncle Aemond that slutty outfit. Let your Uncle see Daddy's little tease." She obeyed him, and went around the desk to Aemond, and she shivered when he nudged her legs apart, and said, "I think she came in here to get our attention, brother- I don't think Princess was ever gonna go to the country club." She blushed furiously, gasping softly when Aemond moved quickly to bend her over his lap, lifting the slutty little skirt. Aegon growled, and rasped, "Spank her, brother- show our little girl what happens when she parades herself around like a little slut."

THE ONLY TWO MEN THAT CAN EVER GET AWAY WITH CALLING ME A SLUT FR!!!!

bestie you keep delivering omg 😍😍😍😍

[aegoniiwifey]

oh he’s gotten BIG 👁️ big boi era!!!

AHHHHH I AM SCREAMING!!! HIS FACE!!!! MY BABY HE LOOKS SO GOOD BEFORE AND AFTER 😍❤️

[aegoniiwifey]

I'm back with more daddy!Aeg x daughter x Aemond- canon times

Aemond walked into Aegon's study, where Aegon was reading letters, a plate of lemon cakes on his desk, as he bit into his third one, Aemond slid a letter onto his desk, and Aegon raised a brow. "What's this, brother?" He took the letter. "It was addressed to my dear niece. From Cregan Stark's son." Aemond said cooly, and Aegon set down his lemon cake and his eyes scanned the letter, his face darkening. "He dares to ask to court her? My daughter?" Aegon snarled, and got up from his chair.

"I am her father- I am the KING-as if I would allow that brutish Northerner to lay a hand on my little princess," He went on, as Aemond, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, walked with Aegon to her sitting room. "My spies intercepted the letter before it got to her. It is not the first. It seems our little one has been corresponding with the Stark boy for a while- since he and his father were here last for the Maiden's Day Ball." Aemond told him, which only enraged Aegon more. "Fucking Stark- trying to seduce my daughter," Aegon muttered as they turned the corner, and the guards pushed both doors open. Her ladies stood and bowed before the King and the Lord Hand, and she smiled sweetly when she saw them. "Daddy, Uncle" She got off her chaise and went over to them. "Leave. Now." Aemond said to her ladies, who scrambled out at the sound of the Prince's voice. Aegon showed her the letter, saying, "What is this, little one?" Her face fell. "I- Rickon is my friend, Daddy," She tried to explain, as Aemond scoffed. "You know Daddy doesn't entertain such notions, my pet. You've been naughty, leading on the little wolf." Aegon said lowly. "And bad little girls get punished, don't they brother?" Aemond smirked, and said, "Indeed they do, brother." Yea she's getting fucked REAL good tonight.

I WANT THIS I NEED THIS!!!!

[aegoniiwifey]

Hi love-

Since the posters have turned us all feral, I've been struck with inspiration after seeing Daddy Aeg on the throne, and Aemond being his cunty self hehe- hope you like this thot (In honour of the trailer tomorrow) Her father wore a bored expression on her face, shifting in the seat of his throne that he was clearly growing a bit chubby for. He'd listened to dozens of lords and petitioners come before the throne, and now that the last were gone, he looked quite fed up. "You summoned me Daddy?" She spoke softly, a stray silver curl falling from her elaborately arranged silver tresses. "Princess," His expression went from bored to smug, as he said "My baby girl- come here, sit on Daddy's lap." His voice rumbled, sending a jolt of warmth to her core. She obediently ascended the steps of the throne, and sat on his lap, Aegon immediately buried his nose in her neck, letting the familiar scent of sweet rose oil on her skin consume him. "Spent all day on this damned chair, listening to them drone on, when all I wanted was to play with my favourite girl- my little princess," He murmured against her neck. "I-I missed you too Daddy," She whispered as his tongue laved over the skin of her neck, groaning, "Fuck, Princess- of every treat a King can feast on, you are Daddy's favourite." His lewd words made her blush, they always did, her father cared nothing about propriety, and when it came to her, his baser desires controlled him. His large, ringed hands roughly went under her skirts, making her shiver as he cupped her damp smallclothes. "Little slut," He murmured. "I've been toiling as King all day, and all baby's been thinking about is when Daddy can touch her?" She nodded, as he tore the smallclothes off, making her whine from the sting. He slid his fingers through her folds, and whispered "Daddy needs this pretty cunt tonight my love." She shivered, and replied, "Yes Daddy." Aegon shifted her like a doll for his own personal use so that she straddled him, and he buried his face in the swell of her breasts as she quickly freed his thick girth and began to stroke him, the room echoing with sounds and soft moans, grunts, and the slick sounds of her fisting his cock. "My My, it seems my little niece is certainly serving her King tonight," Aemond's voice rumbled through the throne room as he swaggered towards them with a smirk, taking in the familiar sight of unrestrained depravity. "But will she serve the Hand of the King with the same fervour?" Lmk if you want more babes hehe

OMG I LOVED LOVED LOVE THIS!!!

please feel free to share more of daddy king and his princess 😍😫

Definitely think my come back fic will be daddy!aegon…..

[aegoniiwifey]

Modern Daddy!Aegon and innocent daughter anon again hehehe

Aegon was in his home office when his sweet girl came in, wearing a sexy little tennis skirt and sweater. She'd just come back from the country club with her grandmother, Alicent. "How was the club princess?" He asks her as she sits on his desk. "Fine, I guess," She sighs, then says, "Grandmother says I must go to Sept with her now. But it's sooo boring Daddy." Aegon chuckled, remembering when his mother forced him to attend Sept when he was younger, much good that did. He slid his hands up her tights and cupped her ass, sliding her onto his lap instead. "Maybe just go with her sometimes- to get her off your back," He kissed her cheeks. "She says that I should spend my time doing productive things- and that shopping isn't productive."

Aegon slid his hands under her panties, to feel the soft flesh of her ass, guiding her to slide up and down his clothed cock. "Mmm, what else does my baby like to do, hm?" He asked coyly as her breathing grew heavy, and she whined, "Daddy, don't tease."

He slid her panties to the side and groaned, he could feel the heat and the wetness from her wet, creamy pussy through his pants. "Tell me, baby," He chided, continuing to guide her movements. "I- I like to make daddy feel good," She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moaned softly at the friction of his pants on her clit. "Like to suck daddy's c-cock, and-Uhh-" she gasped as one of his hands squeezed her ass. "What else, princess?" He hummed, his cock straining against his pants. "L-Love to feel daddy f-fuck my pussy," She breathed. "Like when daddy does d-dirty things to me-" "Because you're my-fuck-you're my good little girl, hm?" He prompted, as she nodded.

"Such a dirty girl, fucking her daddy, then going to the Sept with grandmother to pray," He grunted. "Poor baby, she'll be on her knees thinking about how good daddy fucks her when she should be praying, huh?" She nodded as she moaned, rutting against him without shame. "Cum, baby, cum for me," He groaned, and he came in his hands, as she soaked the front of his pants with her slick. "Good girl, baby. Now get on your knees, and lick daddy's cock clean."

PLEASE THIS WAS SO GOOD I NEED MORE. now I’m really riled up for Daddy!Aeg and his sweet, sweet princess.

after all her begging and complaining, he hates seeing her all upset, he actually goes with her to the sept. but they just end up fucking in some confessional stall or she’s sucking his cock somewhere hidden by the alter 🫠🥵

[aegoniiwifey]

Hehehe sweet girl getting punished by her daddy AND Uncle Aemond;

Her ass was stinging as her father's heavy, pudgy hand landed on it again, as she was perched over his lap, her face soaked with tears. "Fuck, princess- you're pretty little pussy's all soaked-" Aegon groaned as he feels her slick on his hand when he spanked her for what was probably the tenth time. Her response was muffled, what with her Uncle's cock keeping her mouth stuffed.

"That's it, little niece- such a good little cocksucker, aren't you," Aemond grunted as spit ran down her chin, and Aegon spanked her again, making her whined around Aemond's cock, the vibrations making him grunt in pleasure. "You think some brutish fucking Northerner can get you this wet, sweet girl? Huh?" Aegon growled, as his thick fingers brushed through her folds to collect some of her slick. She desperately inhaled a breath as Aemond pulled his cock from her mouth, finally letting her breath. "N-No daddy," She whimpered, letting out a gasp as he picked her up, sitting her on his lap, her back pressed against his big, soft chest, parting her legs to expose her slick, creamy pussy to Aemond. "Look at our little slut brother- exchanging letters with the Stark boy, who's long forgotten now that Daddy and Uncle have gotten her cunt wet again, him? " Aemond asked smugly, and Aegon chuckled darkly. "Seems like we've been neglecting her, brother." He said. "Pretty little baby, sweet slut- you want Daddy and Uncle to fuck your holes?" She gave them a desperate whine in response. "Good girl, baby. Daddy wants to see those two holes leaking with cum, you understand?"

I WANT THIS SO BAD WTF 🥵🥵🥵🥵

[aegoniiwifey]

Ahhhh yes omg

Her Uncle Aemond's fingers were so long, as he slid one inside, then two, stretching her tight, creamy pussy. "So wet, baby," Aemond nipped at her neck, as she whined, pressing her back against his chest, muscled and firm, so different from her Daddy's soft one. "U-Uncle," She panted as Aemond's thumb rubbed agonising circles around her clit, while he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. "That's it, sweet niece, you like bouncing on Uncle's fingers?" He hummed, her wetness dripping down onto his Tom Ford slacks. Aegon's meeting finally finished, and he knew that Aemond went to pick up his baby girl, much to his annoyance. When he pushed open the door to Aemond's office, he was greeted with the sight of her being fucked by his brother's fingers, her school shirt pulled open as Aemond's free hand tugged on her nipples. He was fuming, as he growled, "Aemond you fucking-" "Join us, brother," Aemond said with a smug grin as his niece tried to stifle a moan, to offer her father an explanation while Aemond' s fingers were fucking her stupid. "D-Daddy-" She gasped, as Aemond curled his fingers up just right. "P-Please-Uhh-" Her head fell back on Aemond's shoulder. Aegon shut the door, locked it, and slowly approached, as he said in a dangerously low voice. "Daddy's gonna punish you, baby- for being such a little slut. Open wide, let daddy fuck that throat and teach you a lesson."

YES YES YES YES ooooooh I need them both right now 🥴🥴🥴🥴