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rafeism · 2 months
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Guilty as Sin
Prince Regent Aemond x Aegon’s Wife!Reader
WC: 1647
TW: infidelity, slight guilt, power imbalance, pregnancy, lactation kink, titty succin, titty fuccin, fingering, c*mming on titties (lmk if I missed anything) 18+ MDNI
A/N: Ty @fairysluna for helping me think of a title! Ily💕 tagging @bucknastysbabe @arcielee @aemonds-holy-milk @aemondsbabe @valeskafics 🤭
You sat in front of a large basin as you attempted to ease the discomfort of your heavily pregnant form. Using a wet cloth to soothe your aching breasts. The front of your night dress was pulled down as you dragged the wet cloth along your burning nipples.
You were startled as the door creaked open, assuming it was one of the servant girls.
"I’m in no need of assistance this evening, you may leave.”
To your surprise, it was not a servant girl, but your husbands younger brother, Aemond. Your eyes widened at the site of him.
"I was not expecting any company at this hour. My apologies, your highness."
It must have been a sight. Tears streamed down your rose-flushed cheeks, hair slicked to your forehead. Your breasts were out on full display and leaking, while your nightgown was soaked.
"No need to apologize to me," he said lowly, "are you alright?"
"Um. Yes, I'm fine," you answered as you quickly went to wipe the tears from your face whilst desperately trying to cover yourself.
You were not fine. You were tired. You were in pain. You were horny.
"I'm just a bit uncomfortable," you started. "I usually have Aegon to help me with these things and now he is unable, and the twins are too old to breastfeed."
The marriage between you and Aegon was not one of love, but you had learned to tolerate one another. For the most part he avoided you, which you were more than okay with. Though you were sexually compatible and he treated you with kindness while you carried his children. After the battle at Rook’s Rest he became entirely useless, leaving you to truly fend for yourself.
"Hm" was all Aemond answered in return. Had you overshared? Made a fool of yourself? Upset him?
Aemond had always been difficult for you to read, you were constantly left unsure of what he was on his mind at any given moment. He intimated you. You sat in silence for a moment that felt like forever, eagerly awaiting him to leave, but he never did not. Instead, he entered the room and sat down beside you on the bed.
"Aegon helps you? With this?" He motioned towards your breasts. Aemond was shocked that his brother was capable of helping anyone with anything, let alone a matter like this.
In an effort to avoid him, you simply nodded your head, keeping your gaze on the basin before you.
“How?”
His intrusive question caught you off guard causing your cheeks to flush even more than they already were. Truth be told, the answer was quite depraved, but Aemond was already aware of that.
"Oh Gods," you groaned as you attempted to shy away from him even more, "believe me, I am not sure you want to know."
"Enlighten me," he said as he took the cloth from your hands, and dipped it into the basin himself.
"I’m afraid it might be too inappropriate for your tastes."
“And what do you know of my tastes, hm?”
The truth was you actually didn’t know a lot about Aemond, or his tastes – whatever they may be. You did know, however, that he was an entirely different person than his brother.
His violet eye darkened as he rang out the cloth.
He used his free hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. You shook your head yes, but still tried to free yourself from his gaze. He chuckled, his grip tightening on your chin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Would you allow me to help you? In the way that my brother does?”
The concern in his voice caught you off guard. Did Aemond … care about you? At this moment, that wasn’t important. What was important was that he was willing to help you, and you were desperate.
It was still wrong. He was your husbands brother. It it would be infidelity. It would be a sin.
But then again, how many women had Aegon taken to bed even after you were married? Dozens. He had bastard children running about Flea Bottom. You knew that, Aemond knew that, the court knew that. In fact, the entire realm was aware of your husband’s infidelity. What Aegon didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. You were better than him, you would at least save him that humiliation.
After thinking it over for a moment, you decided you would let him. With a racing mind and an aching body, you went against your better judgment and decided to let Aemond to help you.
Goosebumps arose over your skin as you helped him pull the front of your night dress back down. He traced over the valley of your breasts with his index finger, causing you to hiss.
Eventually, he replaced his finger with his tongue for a moment before completely enveloping one of your nipples into his mouth. A moan escaped your lips as you felt the milk begin to flow. You needed the relief so bad, the feeling was almost euphoric. You felt a rush of wetness from your core.
“Fuck,” you breathed out, “just like that, you’re doing so fucking good.” You could feel his cock twitching against your leg at your praise as he continued to lap at your breast.
You ran your fingers through his long silver hair, enjoying the feel of his mouth on you. He switched to your other breast and this time he sucked harder at your nipple, the milk coming almost instantly, while he palmed your abandoned breast with his hand. Shivers ran down your spine as relief washed over you again. "Mmmm," he moaned into you as he continued to suck, “tastes so good, baby.”
Your cheeks flushed at his pet name. His large hand left your breast as it slid down your stomach. Aemond began to cup at your pussy through your small clothes. You moaned as you felt him rubbing against you, feeling your wetness soaking through. He slid his hand under the thin piece of fabric, teasingly sliding a single digit into your aching cunt, quickly finding that spot deep inside of you that made your knees weak.
As he finger fucked you, he took one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, gathering a few droplets of milk onto it before shoving it into your own mouth.
You sucked eagerly as you nodded your head at him in approval, wanting more. Needing more. The rough pad of his finger brushing against the spongy spot inside you repeatedly.
His thick finger was soon joined by another. You let out a loud moan as you felt your cunt being stretched to accommodate the intrusion. You could feel your entire body tightening, the familiar sensation of an orgasm building inside you.
You were close, so fucking close. It took hours for Aegon to get you to cum with his cock, and Aemond had you on the brink of insanity with just his fingers alone.
One more brush of his fingers against your G-spot and you totally lost control, a hot flash of euphoria flooding your body.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" you scream as your body tensed up causing you to shake, your cunt clenching around him. He continued to fuck his fingers into you through your orgasm. Grabbing onto his wrist, you gently guide his fingers out of you as you come down from your high.
“I want to try something,” you say, watching intently as he sucks on his fingers coated in your slick. You pull away from him and ease down onto your knees, taking his cock in both of your hands, pumping it hard a few times before letting go and motioning to your breasts.
“You want me to fuck your tits?” He asked in shock.
“I figure this is how the Prince Regent should be treated — with a lady on her knees, don’t you agree?” You asked seductively.
He didn’t even answer you, he quickly positioned himself above you before running his cock between the valley of your breasts, precum leaking out of it. You reached up and squeezed your breasts together, holding them tightly around his cock. He moaned as he began to fuck your tits.
“Yeah? You like that?" you asked him, a naughty smile on your face.
"Fuck… yes," he choked out breathlessly, his hips bucking up faster and faster between your breasts.
"Good, because I like it too, could get used to this view" you said, your voice husky with desire. He groaned as he continued to fuck your tits. Aroused by the sight of it as you looked down, you let a trail of spit leak from your mouth and onto his cock, allowing it to glide between them with more ease. You could feel the heat of his body radiating down onto you and it made you even more aroused
"Fuck, I'm so close," he groaned, his hips moving faster. You could feel the head of his cock poking out from between your breasts and you reached up to stroke it with your hand. He let out a loud moan as you did this and he thrust forward one last time before erupting all over your chest.
You felt the warm, sticky liquid land on your skin and you could feel it dripping down between your breasts. He stumbled back and then collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. "Fuck that was amazing," he said, his voice still husky with desire.
“It always should have been you, you know,” you began as you used the once discarded wash cloth to remove the remnants of him from your chest.
“He was never the right fit.”
The two of you were unsure if you were talking about Aegon’s role as the king or his role as your husband — but in this moment, that didn’t matter.
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theship-thewalrus · 1 year
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Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen wife. Where she's ignores him because she pregnant and thinks he dosnt want kids?
Hi Anon!! I enjoyed writing this and hope it is what you have been looking for :)
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aemond targaryen x targaryen! wife! reader
pretty much the ask
word count: 852 words reading time: about 4 minutes warnings: none
Pregnancy was not something that can be hidden forever, eventually, the bump would become too noticeable. People will begin to whisper, and eyes will be drawn to your midsection. But you couldn't tell Aemond, but you knew it must be soon. Each passing moment is a moment someone else may tell him. The Maester may attempt to graduate him, a maid who overheard it may begin to spread the gossip. But you needed time, just a little more.
Spending time in the library was not something you did all that often, preferring the fresh air you could gain from the garden. Yet, when you needed comfort, a warm and homey place to hide away. Protecting you from the pressures of the outside world, even just for a moment. You had been ignoring your husband as of late, hiding away from him in the hopes he would not find you. It was not that you disliked the man, quite the opposite, as he was handsome and kind, caring for you in his own way.
But the prospect of a child was not something the pair of you have ever discussed Of course, it was a part of your duty to produce a child to carry on his family line. Yet, he never pushed you for a child, never doing anything you did not want to. Something you would always be thankful for that, knowing someone else may have not been as understanding.
Approaching footsteps were heard from behind you, assuming it was a maid you did not react. Continuing to read the book you had on your lap, not even bothering to look up. "Is this where you have been hiding?" Aemond voice shocked you, thought you should have guessed your husband would not take kindly to your hiding away. He would find you eventually and demand an answer.
"I have not been hiding my dear husband." You say softly closing your book and resting it against your stomach, as though it was going to do anything to hide it. Aemond's eye scans over you, taking in your appearance. As though he was trying to read you at the moment, to figure out what was the matter before you tell him. There were thousands of possibilities of why you were hiding from him.
Perhaps you had grown tired of him, no longer wanting to see his hideous scars. Perhaps you have a lover, someone on the guard that can give you everything he can not. Such insecurities always plagued his mind, something he could not shake as he heard the whispers in the hall.
"Do not lie to me." His words were cold but not harsh, they were never harsh with you. Despite it all, you were his wife and it was his duty to protect and care for you. Looking up at him with wide eyes you knew you must come clean. You could see the worry in his eyes and the questions on the tip of his tongue.
"I fear if I tell you why I am here, you may wish I stayed hiding away." Your voice held fear, Aemond was quick to pick up on it. Taking your hand in his, he gave it a gentle squeeze trying to reassure you in some capacity. He hated to hear the fear in your voice, fear of his reaction to what you are hiding from him. He thought he made it clear you could tell him anything, no matter what it was.
"Tell me what worries you, my love." Sitting down beside you, he takes you in his arms. Shielding you from the world and anything that is upsetting you. Smelting into his embrace you allow his warm arms to ground you, giving you time to wrap your brain around your thoughts. Silence enveloped both of you for a moment, allowing the crackle of the fire to provide background noise.
"...I-I... I am with child," you say softly, shifting slightly to look up at him, wanting to see his reaction before he opens his mouth and simply tells you. Maybe he would tell you a lie, but his eye always gave him away. It was a window into what he truly thought about things.
For a moment his face showed nothing, he said nothing. Simply digesting the information you had just told him. But a small smile stretches over his face. It was wonderful news. He had always wanted a family with you, to see you swell with his babe. He could not fathom why you would be fearful to tell him. "This is glorious news. Why would you not tell me?" He asks softly, not holding any anger or frustration directed at you.
"Because... I thought you would not want a child." Aemond scoffs at your words, shaking his head. "Of course, I want a child with you. This is wonderful news." A smile forms on your face, one that mirrors his own. For a moment, you felt silly for thinking that he would not want this child. Of course, he would have wanted a child, your fear was simply misplaced.
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avtrbee · 1 year
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in the beginning (part 2)
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✢summary: in a final attempt to salvage the rift between your families, you suggest a marriage pact between you and and alicent’s second son (part 2 of in the beginning)
✢pairing: aemond targaryen/reader, 3.7k words
✢warnings: typical targaryen incest, possessive aemond, i think i write aemond in a darker way than what tumblr sees him as, add more lmao
✢a/n: hello everyone! i'm glad by the attention in the beginning got :)) thank you so much for your comments and notes and please do not hesitate to tell me how you feel about my work! your responses motivate me so much, thank you once again <33 there is no taglist for this fic, unfortunately. + gif isnt mine!
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The next few days were a blur. True to your mother’s words, your trip back to Dragonstone had been postponed, though you were fairly sure you were to stay in Kings Landing indefinitely as Aemond’s wife. Once the news of your engagement has reached the ears of the realm, you have been subjected to endless congratulations from lords and ladies and their best wishes. Your brothers, on the other hand…well, you didn’t stick around for that.
“You can’t evade them forever, sweet girl,” your mother tells you. She has little Aegon beside her who runs towards you as soon as he spots you.
“Do they hate me?” You ask quietly. You sit on a bench outside of a balcony, wringing your hands. You despise the way you sounded so timid- so weak. At least Aegon is content and happy playing with your skirts, oblivious to any conflict within the family.
You hear Rhaenyra’s steps as she walks to you with a hand on her belly. “Hate you?” She repeats with a small laugh. “You have held Jace’s heart since the day he held you. Luke looks up to you more than anyone.” Her slender finger raises your head by lifting your chin and stare you down with her gaze. “You cannot avoid your brothers forever.”
You weren’t avoiding them…you just preferred to delay their inevitable reactions. Unfortunately, your mother was right. It was Jace who finally cornered you in the gardens, waiting for Aemond to finish his morning sparring. 
“I’ve missed you.” Jace’s words cut through the tension first. Guilt floods your mind. Out of all your brothers, Jace was the one closest to you. You remember Laenor complaining as he was tasked to chase two toddlers around the keep, with one going the opposite way of the other. 
“It’s only been a fortnight, Jace. I’ve…I’ve been busy with the preparations,” you lie and Jace looks at you with a knowing glare. You avoid his gaze instantly. “Where is Luke? He normally shadows you like a lost pup.”
Jace shrugs. “I’m sorry that it had come to this,” he whispers, walking towards you. A closer look on your brother tells you that he had run away from sword training early as there was a thin layer of sweat that covers him. “I shouldn’t have let him get under my skin during the dinner, I should’t have-”
“I know,” you reply softly. Jace takes a seat beside you and you lean on him instantly. Jace had been your first knight, your first protector out of anyone. “I shouldn't have hit Aegon, too.”
“I don’t like it,” Jace announces and it does not surprise you. Bad blood between the Princess and the Queen’s children are well known.  “I don’t want you to marry him.”
“I don’t like it either,” you admit. Not yet, your mind whispers.  “Brother-“
“You asked for this, did you not?” Jace asks, looking at you. “Mother told us- Daemon too. You asked for this marriage. He did too, back in the day.”
You twist your head to look up at your brother. You have not heard this before. “What do you mean?”
You feel Jace’s shoulders shake as he laughs. “This is not the first time mother had tried to broker peace with the Queen. I was to marry Helaena and you to Aegon,” your brother tells you and you nod. You had known about the failed efforts and the betrothals that she had offered. “Aegon had boasted your betrothal to Aemond that day and I had never seen him so angry-” Jace laughs heartily. “-Aemond was still a little thing back then, and half as talented with a sword but he still challenged Aegon to a duel.”
“For my hand?” You ask amused and Jace nods in reply. “He liked me that much?”
“And now he will have you.” Jace finishes, “all because you have begged mother for it.”
His stare bores down on you and you feel a sudden rush of anger surge in you.You lift your head out of Jace’s shoulder and stand. “You should be on your knees, thanking me,” you seethe. You briefly wonder if you resemble your mother the most angry. “I am cleaning up the messes you have made.”
“I am only scared for you, mandia,” Jace confesses, taking your hand in his. His tone quells most of your anger, and makes you feel as if nine again with Jace gently scolding you for a broken vase. “We were only children, after all.”
“He was also a child,” you frown. 
“Do not act like you were not complicit in teasing him,” Jace warns, “He does not carry bad blood towards you because of some childhood infatuation.”
“I did not tease him by flaunting a pig to be his dragon!” You reason. You were once a child, eager to accept any sort of attention from your brothers and uncles and wary of any action that would lose their favor. You were torn once you were old enough to realize that they had chosen Aemond to be their victim when he had always paid such gentle care for you. 
You regret it now, turning a blind eye to Aemond when he was clearly suffering, and guilt bubbles in your chest when you remember Aemond welcoming you into his chambers to play despite looking the other way when he was pushed and thrown to the ground.
You recall his glum mood when you entered his chambers in the afternoon holding two wooden dragons on each hand. 
From his seat, Aemond shyly peaked at your approaching figure. You could not have hid the gasp that escaped your mouth when you saw his face. Aemond’s right eye was beaten and swollen blue while his other side had streaks of blood running down his cheeks from his forehead. 
“Aemond!” You rush to him, dropping the wooden dragons on the floor. 
In a panic, you reached for a nearby rag on his dresser and began your attempt to wipe the blood off of his face. At your touch, Aemond flinches before you realize you have had to be gentle in treating his face. Gentle like he was to you.
“What happened?” You asked, dabbing on the already dried blood that ran across his cheeks. You moved away to dip the cloth in a glass of water in hopes to wipe the blood off his face.
“I was fighting,” Aemond answers, leaning in as you came back with a damp rag. 
“Fighting who?” You try your best to be even more gentle once you got the the wound on his forehead.
“Aegon.” He turns his head to look at you when he answers. “I challenged him to a duel to protect someone.”
Your face morphs into shock. “Aegon?” You demand. “He is twice your size! They must be pretty important for them to make you fight Aegon.”
Aemond does not offer you a reply, but you do not mind. His silence means the less his head will move and thus, the more you could clean his face. 
“You must see a maester,” you say in defeat. You had gotten a closer look at his now cleaned wound, and though it would not need stitches, it needs a special salve that Maester Mellos keeps in his rooms. 
“Aemond?” You call for his attention when you realize he was not listening. Instead, his gaze is focused on the door of his chambers. You follow his sight and realize he was staring on the floor where you had dropped your wooden dragons.
“Do you think I’d ever get a dragon?” He asks.
You were careful enough to hide your pitying stare when he looked at you. You had found that Aemond loathes pity, especially when talking about dragons. You had tried to express your sorrow for him once, but he only responded in anger. “Maegor didn’t have a dragon until he was twenty-and-six,” you offer instead. “He got Balerion after it.”
“I don’t want to be like Maegor the Cruel!” Aemond protested, his eyes misting up in tears. “Aegon tells tales of dragonriding, it’s all he talks about. It’s freeing, he says, and everyone looks like ants when you look below. I’d never get to experience it. Even Helaena has a dragon.”
You gasp audibly, as an idea pops in your head. You grasp his hand, tugging him out of the room. “We can ride Vermithor!” You tell him. “He was King Jaehaerys’ dragon, the biggest after Vhagar so he can definitely saddle two. Maybe even more!”
Aemond snatches his hands back. “I don’t want to ride Vermithor! He’s yours! He’s not my dragon.” Aemond’s face looks at you contorts in betrayal and hurt. 
You realize he thinks you’re mocking him. “No, no-” you reach out to grasp his hands again in a desperate attempt to satiate his temper. “I- I only meant you can ride with me! So you could feel what it’s like! Besides…” you trail off, uncertain. 
Aemond looks at you curiously and squeezes your hand. You relent immediately. “Would you like to know a secret?” Aemond nods and you pull him closer. “Mother says I’m not to marry Aegon anymore,” you whisper, darting your eyes around the hallway for anyone who might listen. “She says the King and your lady mother had chosen to betrothe him to Helaena instead.”
You look around the hallway again, missing Aemond’s small smile that he could not resist even with a split lip. “Maybe…” you continue. “Maybe she’ll tell the queen to betroth me to you next, that way you don’t need your own dragon because husband and wives share things. All that is his is hers, and hers his.”
“Truly?” Aemond asks.
You nod. “Vermithor can be ours,” you insist. “Whenever you want a ride, you can always find me and we’ll ride together, then you won’t need your own dragon anymore." You tug his hand down the hall with full intentions of running to the Dragon Pit. This time, Aemond did not resist. “Let’s ride our dragon.”
Aemond had screamed so loud as he rode Vermithor behind you, as the dragon flew as soon as he sat down on the saddle. His hands squeezed your waist tighter as he shouted louder while you held on to the reins tightly. 
Eventually Vermithor’s ascent comes to a stop, developing into a smooth sail along the clouds. “Open your eyes, Aemond!” You command.
“How did you know I was closing them?” Aemond quips, hugging your waist tighter despite the easier flight. You had no doubt in your mind that his eyes remained squeezed shut.
“Open them!” 
For a minute, Aemond is silent. You had half a thought to threaten him to his fall if continues to close his eyes, but before you could word out your threat he whispered softly, “Beautiful.”
Then you imagine he took in the sight of Kings Landing and Blackwater Bay on top of the clouds, admiring the tall structure of the Red Keep and millions of houses surrounding it. From here, he could catch the view of the Kingswood as it peeks at the horizon. 
You couldn't agree more. “Indeed.”
He was looking at you.
The rare sight of your mother, Queen Alicent and King Viserys together greets you as you land. Alicent runs to Aemond as soon as Vermithor is escorted back into the pit, and kneels in worry as she hugs her son. 
“I thought-” Alicent mutters, smoothing Aemond’s hair over and over. “I had thought the worst.”
“Don’t worry, mother.” Aemond says, with the widest smile on his face. “I rode a dragon!”
Your mother was the sole opposite of Alicent for she did not reek of worry, she radiated in anger. Nevertheless, she rushes to you. “What were you thinking?” Rhaenyra demands. She tugs your ear. “If Aemond had fell-”
“But he didn’t, sweet girl,” you felt the firm hand of your grandfather. Viserys looks down at you with a proud smile.
Behind you, your mother rolls her eyes. “Father, don’t save the damn girl. She’s spoiled enough as it is.”
“Ah, it’s her grandmother’s spirit, I tell you.” Viserys replies, his eyes twinkling at you in pride. 
“Lady Alyssa?” You ask, already familiar with your grandfather’s tendency to compare you to his mother. “You and Uncle Daemon’s mother?”
“Yes, brave girl.” Viserys agrees with a nostalgic smile. “Have I ever told you my first ride on a dragon? I was no smaller than a babe when my mother, the Lady Alyssa…”
“If there is any penance we could do, sister, we would do it.” Jace’s voice tugs you out of your memory. 
“I am the penance, Jace.” You say, frustrated. “I am the punishment. Our marriage will close the rift that we have opened.” It is not fair- none of it is. You try not to dwell on your situation too much lest you’d be tempted to thrash and throw an unladylike tantrum. If only you, Jace, and Luke were kinder to Aemond, if only Aemond didn’t lose his eye, if only your lady mother and lord father had other children-
“Have you seen his left eye, sister?” asked Jace. His tone is unrelenting and stubborn, too hurt from the reminder that a marriage needed to be born over childhood games. “I hear he has a sapphire in place of it. Some say he exchanges the gem to each day.”
“Jace, please,” You plead quietly, mindful that even in private gardens Kings Landing has ears. You cannot let them see anymore cracks of your house. “I am not asking you to be friendly, I’m only asking for civility for my sake, if not, for the realm.”
Jace holds your stare almost challengingly, before a voice rings out from the other edge of the garden. 
“Betrothed,” greeted Aemond. 
Your head whips to the direction of his voice.  He stalks over the two of you like a tiger, each step a calculated move of restraint. He has grown so much now that Aegon could steal no victories in challenged duels, and you were sure he would fare well against Jacerys despite being a few years younger. 
Aemond’s eye glinted in the sunlight as you see it roam your figure before slowly looking at Jace beside you. “Brother,” Aemond greets maliciously with a smirk upon his lips. 
Jace gives a tight lipped smile that almost looks painful. He regards Aemond with a curt nod. “Not yet.”
Your head turns back to face your brother with a glare and he meets your gaze in equal rebellion. You echo your previous plea to him in your head desperately as if he could hear your thoughts. Before long, Jacerys relents and breathes out a sigh. 
He extends an arm to your head, bringing your forehead close and presses a soft kiss on your temple. 
“I was just leaving, brother,” Jacerys says as he steps away from you. It was not the best response he could have given, but you did ask for civility and not sudden camaraderie. You give him a grateful smile as he turns and walks away.
“Hmm,” was all Aemond had to say as he saw the silent batte between the two eldest children of his sister. Wordlessly, he offered you his arm which you graciously accepted and he led you to the opposite side of Jacerys’ path, walking you deeper in the gardens of the Red Keep.
For the past two weeks, it had become a habit for you to wait for Aemond to finish his morning lessons with Ser Criston Cole and you would roam the Red Keep’s halls with your arms in his. Sometimes he surprises you with courting gifts. Once, he had given you a necklace embedded with huge sapphire stones and little rubies surrounding it.
“For your Velaryon and Targaryen blood,” Aemond explained, as you turned and raised your hair. His fingers were gentle as he hung the necklace around your neck.
“Why bother with these courting gifts?” You asked. “I am to marry you anyway.”
“A reminder to the others,” he simply replies.
You try your best not to snort. You had almost smirked in amusement once Aemond had presented you with the necklace. You pretended not to notice that the shades of the sapphires were far deeper than the color of your father’s house, but instead perfectly matches the shade of his left eye. You would not be surprised if the sapphires were cut from the same stone to what was in his face. 
Despite your initial reaction to the betrothal, you had found yourself charmed at the gesture- not that you would openly admit it. 
“Jacerys is fond of you,” Aemond says after a few moments. He had said nothing as you strolled through the gardens until now. “He is incredibly protective.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at Aemond’s hypocrisy, with the weight of your sapphire necklace sitting heavily on your neck a screaming reminder to anyone that you were spoken for. “He is my brother,” you reply instead, clutching Aemond’s arm. “My first knight before any of the others.”
Aemond gave another hmm, offering no reply until minutes later when he asked- “Does he fuck you?”
You halt immediately, eyes widening at the accusation. You blink at Aemond once trying to understand if you had heard him wrong. Aemond’s gaze looked at you expectantly. 
“What.” It came more of a statement than a question. 
“Does he fuck you?” Aemond calmly repeats, tugging your arm to continue your walk. If you weren’t too bewildered, you would have noticed the slight tremble in his hand.
“He’s my brother!” You protest, disgusted. Your face contorts in what you would imagine your expression would be if you had bitten into a lemon. 
Beside you Aemond scoffs. “As if that has ever stopped our family before.”
You tilt your head in consideration. Well- he’s not wrong. “He doesn’t. He wouldn’t dare,” you answer. “He is a gentleman to a fault. The only women he can talk to freely are me and our mother.”
Aemond’s eyes squint in thought. “Has he ever bedded a woman?”
“Why are we discussing Jacerys’…bedroom activities?” You snap. You do not want that image in your head, especially since his rooms in Dragonstone are directly beside yours. “Please remind me.”
Before you knew it, you had arrived at the courtyard where Aemond had been before he came to you at the gardens. Aemond slows down to a stop. 
“Tell me, my lady,” Aemond whispers as his nose trails your jaw. He has caged you in his presence behind a pillar in the courtyard. “Have you ever touched a man?”
You hitch a breath as you feel his hand clump your dress’s fabric, slowly pinching it up, up, up. You feel the summer breeze on your now exposed leg. Your eyes frantically roam the courtyard, wary of any person that was unfortunate enough to pass by, all the while Aemond’s face remains close to you.
You can feel every breath he takes and he lets out as he leans further in you like Aemond was taking a good sniff. 
“It’s alright,” he coos, his free arm patting your hair. “I admit I have lain with a woman before.” Your eyes snap to look at him, almost insulted. How dare he tell you this like you aren't his betrothed? You get the sudden urge to rip the necklace off you and throw them on the ground only to see his expression.
But it seems like your anger fuels him more.  “Aegon dragged me to a brothel,” Aemond explains, trying to placate you. “If I had known you were to be my wife I’d turn any woman away. So- tell me, my lady, have you?”
Aemond looks at you with a smiling look but you are still wary. 
“I have,” you admit quietly and Aemond’s face drops. 
“With who?” He shakes as he asks you this, his fist shaking as he holds your dress.
You see the Targaryen madness poets speak about your family in his violet eye that glints of violence no matter what you will say. The madness had killed the builders of the Red Keep, 
“A stableboy. In Dragonstone.” Your voice is a whisper as your own eyes look up to him nervously.
“A stableboy?” Aemond repeats, his eye glinting once more before your hand clamps on his wrist in a panic. Aemond’s hand has suddenly wrapped around your throat, squeezing threateningly. There was no dangerous pressure- not yet- but his hands shake like he wants to snap your head off. 
“Aemond-” you try to plead but he is far gone. 
“You sullied yourself for me,” he whispers incredulously, “for a stableboy?” 
“You have fucked a whore,” you seethe as you feel his hands tighten. 
Immediately, his hand is gone from your neck. His palm cups the back of your head and pushes it to his chest where he lays his chin on it. “It’s alright,” he whispers, all traces of malice gone from his voice. You feel the vibrations of his voice on your head. “With a mother with three bastards and a brother with hundreds more, we didn’t know any better did we?”
You try to rip yourself off him, insulted at his remark at your mother but his hand remains firmly behind your head. Aemond cages you with his palm and his leathers. 
“Shhh,” he whispers. You feel his fingers leave your dress as his palm makes contact with your thigh. You feel your eyes flutter as his hand roams your leg, his fingers gently caressing up, up, up-
“My prince, my princess.”
The way Aemond turned around to face the approaching servant was comically elegant, if his hand were’t so near your cunt just moments before. You try to calm your heart that was beating so loud that you were certain the servant would have heard it.
“There are dressmakers ready for you in your chambers.” To your dismay, the servant’s gaze turned worrisome at the sight of you. “My princess, are- are you alright? Shall I fetch the maester? You’re face is burning.”
“Oh,” You chuckle awkwardly, a hand coming up to your face. “I didn’t realize-”
“The princess is cold. No need for any maesters,” Aemond answers swiftly, before turning to you. “Come, my lady,” he coos mockingly with the devilish smile like he could hear the rapid beat of your heart. “The dressmakers are waiting.”
Absolute cunt.
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multific · 11 months
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Push and Pull
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Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary: A couple of months ago you were arranged to marry Aemond Targaryen. The Princess of the East they called you, somehow you fell in love at first sight with Aemond. But now, your insecurities come forward regarding the woman from his past.
Aemond was beyond confused.
Just that morning, you told him how you never wished to be his wife.
And now, there you stood, crying your heart out as you kept going on about Alys.
Aemond would be a liar if he said he didn't love Alys, he sure did. His relationship with her however had to end when his mother announced his marriage to the Princess of the East. 
Aemond broke off his interest with Alys the moment he was told he would marry someone.
He didn't wish to bring suffering to a woman. While he did love Alys, he knew his duty as a prince.
Then you arrived.
And what a lovely Princess you were. Much like him, you were reserved and he often found you with your nose in a book. 
Your beauty took his breath away.
You were much like him, yet so different.
Aemond learned that you were the fourth child in your family, meaning no one really took care of you.
All your siblings were boys.
But nothing broke Aemond's heart more than seeing you cry so much.
"I know you wouldn't even look my way if it wasn't for our marriage. I know I will be never her." you whispered the last part.
It made Aemond move.
He was now standing in front of you, he grabbed your hand as your other hand grabbed his wrist, afraid he would hurt you.
"I do not want you to be her. I want you to be you. Princess of the East. My Wife. As you are. I do not want you to suffer."
But it was clear, you didn't believe him.
And he was not blaming you for it.
Everyone often reminded you just how beautiful Alys is, how much Aemond loves her.
"I will not lie to you, I do have feelings for her, but I also have feelings for you. You are my wife, the woman I will live with for the rest of my life. I wish to have a great relationship with you. So we could try and be happy."
Aemond let go of your hand but you didn't let go of his. Holding his wrist, he felt you pulling him closer.
Your other hand came up to his shoulder and started to push him away.
Pulling him and pushing him at the same time. 
It was confusing. 
He was confused.
You could see it in his eyes.
"I want nothing more than for us to be happy. But I refuse to live in the shadows of another woman. Refuse to be a second choice because I know you would go running back to her the moment you would be allowed to. Your duty keeps you here, your mother keeps you here. If I cannot be the only one you love, I don't wish false promises of happiness from you." Aemond looked straight into your eyes, his free hand moved to remove his eyepatch.
He honestly thought you might get scared or disgusted but no, you didn't even blink as you looked into his eye and the sapphire which replaced his lost eye. 
"I want to have you as you are. You are my wife. You are my only love. I do not wish to have anyone else. She is the past, you are the present and future." he tried to take a step but your hand on his chest pushed him, while your other on his wrist pulled him.
It was clear to him, you were conflicted.
You wanted to be held by him but you were also scared of empty promises.
He understood, bringing your hand to his lips he kissed the back of it.
"I swear on my dragon's and my own life. I am not lying when I say these words to you, Y/N." suddenly your hand on his shoulder stopped pushing. Instead, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close with both of your hands, arms moving around him, Aemond hugged you back.
You really hoped you didn't make a mistake by trusting him.
You really hoped he was not lying.
You weren't sure what you would do if you found out that he did.
But somehow, as his breath tickled your neck and he pulled you close, smelling your hair, you had a feeling he really wasn't lying. 
He will have you as you are, his perfect wife. And you will have him as he is, a great husband who promised you the sky and the stars as he pulled you in for a kiss.
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♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : 18+. this is gratuitous porn, sorry. ♡ word count : 1.2k ♡ warnings : light degradation, humiliation, spit kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, cheating ♡ summary : Aemond just wants to make you his. ♡ a/n : oops. 
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“People are going to think you’re getting murdered if they come around here,” Aemond whispered, his warm breath dusting across the sensitive skin of your thighs. “You’re practically screaming.”
“S-sorry,” you stuttered, taking the blanket underneath your body into your fists and clenching hard.
“Mm, don’t apologize. No one comes this far into these woods,” he said, running a hand up your shin and seizing your leg at the crook of your knee. “Besides, I like seeing you fall apart for me, my dearest lady.”
“Fuck off,” you said, giggles slipping from your lips. “I’m still in one piece.”
Aemond smirked, pressing his lips to the top of your mound and leaving a delicate kiss that seemed inappropriate for the lewd situation you were in. “Fear not, I shall remedy that as I always have.”
You opened your mouth to retort, but Aemond swiftly cut you off by attaching his mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.
“Oh Gods,” you said, your hands flying down to tangle themselves in Aemond’s long, silver hair. “No, no, no.”
Aemond chuckled, and you could feel him smirking against your lower lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I’ll kill you if you stop,” you said harshly, tugging on his locks. “Keep going.”
Aemond huffed out an amused laugh and brought his hand to your entrance, slipping in a long, elegant finger as he used his tongue to lap sloppily at your folds. You whimpered, feeling his saliva mix with your juices to utterly drench you.
“You’re so loose, my lady. I bet I could fit my cock and two fingers inside this perfect cunt of yours.”
He pushed a second finger alongside the first with no word of warning, punching a surprised moan from you. He sunk into you inch by inch, rewarding you with filthy licks against your folds for taking what he was giving you. Once he had the two fingers fully seated inside you, he began petting against your inner walls, stroking along all the sensitive spots he could find. You squeaked at the combination of him pressing against a particularly sensitive knot of nerves inside you and sucking on your clit. At this point, you were sure your grip on his hair had become painful, but he hadn’t complained once.
“I could devour you daily,” Aemond murmured, his voice muffled as his lips stayed pressed against your wet heat. “You taste so fucking good. If I was king, I’d decree that you never be let out of my bed.”
“I suppose I should thank my stars Aegon is the heir and not you,” you said between ragged breaths.
“You should,” he said. “If I was the heir, I’d have demanded to take your maidenhead by now. I would have done so on white bedsheets and displayed the blood you spilt as the new Targaryen House flag. I’d turn the pattern into my personal sigil.”
“Gods,” you said, laughing weakly and shaking your head. “You’re disgusting.”
“I want to consume you as you consume me,” he said, moving his free hand to your hip and digging his fingers into the soft flesh there. “I want to ruin you.”
He pressed the third finger in with as little ceremony as the second. You gasped and gently pushed down on his head.
“Aemond, it’s too much-“
“No, it’s not. You’re going to take it, my lady. And you will do well to thank me.”
You tossed your head back, back arching in pleasure as he pressed against your bundle of nerves relentlessly. He shifted up from his position crouched between your legs to kiss at your almost unresponsive mouth. He had moved to sit forward on knees in front of you, balancing his body above you on his free arm placed to your side. It didn’t seem like a particularly comfortable position, but he didn’t show any sign of it being less than natural.
A slow heaviness began to settle in your lower abdomen, signaling to you that you were near your breaking point. He whispered praises you couldn’t keep track of in your haze of pleasure.
“Aemond,” you said, looking into his eyes - the pale blue iris and the sparkling sapphire alike.
“Are you at your peak, my lady?”
You nodded hastily, moving your hands to his shoulders. “Almost.”
“Do not hold back, my lady. Come on my fingers. Show me how your cunt would tighten on my cock,” Aemond whispered, smirking at you when you looked at him with a dazed expression. “I’ll reward you handsomely for your efforts.”
You blinked warily at him, gasping every time he rubbed down harshly on your clit. “What-what kind of reward?”
“Well I suppose it’s more of a reward for me,” he chuckled, eyeing your lips suspiciously long. “Can I spit in your mouth?”
“Oh my god, Aemond,” you moaned, tossing your head back. Under normal circumstances, you would have been disgusted at the suggestion. But something about Aemond made you want to give him everything, even to your detriment. You wanted to let him own you inside and out, allow him to use your body for his pleasure and to keep you forever.
It was dangerous. He was dangerous. You should not be trusting him at all. But yet there was this softness to Aemond. He covered it thoroughly with a harsh exterior and a mercurial disposition, but you knew there was something gentle behind it. Something you could fall in love with. Something you were already falling in love with.
“That sounded like a resounding yes,” he laughed, kissing your temple. “I’ll give it to you after you come, okay?”
You nodded, feeling the beginning sparks of an orgasm approaching, the tingles spreading throughout your lower half. You naturally reached down between your legs to grab Aemond’s wrist as he was moving his fingers along your inner walls and started to let out breathless whines while closing your eyes.
“Go ahead, my lady. Come for your king,” Aemond whispered into your ear, calm and melodic.
You gasped and let the white hot pleasure consume you. Your spine naturally curved up and your mouth fell open as you let out little calls of his name in half whines, half screams, so taken aback by the strength of your orgasm you couldn’t think to control your volume.
The moment you were done whining and able to breathe again, Aemond took your chin into his fingers and brought his mouth over yours. He pressed his thumb into your lower lip, keeping your mouth held open as he spat inside. His taste was marred by the overwhelming flavor of your cunt, but you could still taste him underneath it all.
He closed your mouth for you and held it shut until he saw you swallow. He smiled when you did, pressing sweet, fleeting kisses to your lips and forehead.
“Good girl,” Aemond hummed, wiping off the beads of sweat that had gathered at your brow. “My good girl.”
If only that was true.
If only you were not betrothed to his brother.
If only you were his.
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slutforaemond · 11 months
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Tutoring Sessions
MODERN!AEMOND X FEM!READER | SMUT
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Warning ⚠️: minors dni, sexual scenes, slight bdsm.
A/n : This is the full length smut for two other tutor Aemond drabbles I had written previously. You can read this on its own or you can read those drabbles before reading this. Also, I didn't get to proofread it, so please forgive any mistakes if found.
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Deep breaths.
Take in deep steady breaths.
You kept repeating the instructions in your head as you walked over to your room with him tailing behind.
It had been weeks now since Aemond had started tutoring you; and weeks since you've been feeling the burning heat between your legs.
You prayed to God he wouldn't notice the slight tremble in your legs as you pulled your seat back.
You stood there staring at him as he took his own seat. Your eyes were trained on his every little movement. By now you knew by heart how the first few moments would unfold.
You recited the actions in your mind beforehand as he did his little routine.
First he would pull off the black hair tie off his left wrist with his teeth.
Then he would put his long snow hair back in a careless bun. His arms flexing subtly, as he would take the tie off his mouth to secure the bun.
He would crack his knuckles while stretching, making every vein of his strain on his muscles seductively.
And then finally he would bring out a pen from his pocket and recline in the chair, with his legs spread wide and would look at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to show your homework.
"Well? You're gonna sit or what?"
The deep voice snapped you out of your daze and you realised you were gawking at him while still standing behind your chair like a fool.
You felt your face heat up as you scrambled to sit down, mentally cussing yourself for behaving like a clutz.
Aemond shifted his gaze back to the books spread across the table and began to look at your work.
Did he not notice?
You didn't know whether to feel relieved or dissapointed.
After weeks of lusting over your tutor in silence you finally decided to make a bold move.
That day you 'forgot' to wear your bra beneath your cute baby pink t-shirt, which sat tight across chest.
But seeing as how Aemond didn't even spare a glance at your body, you surmised he must've not noticed it yet.
You still had hope to catch his attention though.
You leaned forward, pushing your your tits together, to look at your notebook that he was currently checking.
You deliberately shifted close enough to let your breath fan his arm softly as he checked your work.
You looked back at his face, hard with concentration. The deep rumbles as he hummed to each correct answer, made you feel lightheaded. It was a wonder how you hadn't moaned out loud yet.
Dejectedly you spent the next half an hour working on math problems.
Does he really have no interest in me ?
You thought to yourself.
You decided to try again . Your hand slipped purposefully and dropped the pen you were holding, which rolled right between Aemond's legs.
The fates must've been on your side.
While whispering a soft 'oops sorry' you get down on your knees and lean slowly and deliberately between his legs with extra care to push your shorts clad ass in the air. You didn't dare look at him but you fantasized the kind of expression you would want on him.
Letting a slow sigh you stretched forward to retrieve your pen, but a sharp tug on your hair made you stop.
You felt your head being pulled backwards by a firm but gentle grip.
"Hmm" he said with a soft smirk, eye glittering with amusement. "Now that's enough kitten."
You gulped as you were forced to look up at him, feeling like a child caught in mischief.
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Aemond felt air getting knocked out of his body when the door opened to reveal you.
His eye immediately fixated on your chest. Your tshirt was sitting tight over your perky breasts, with nothing in between the flimsy cloth and your skin.
He never expected such a meek creature as you to make such a move.
He noticed your deep blush and avoiding gaze and chuckled internally.
Teaching you every time was a torture for him. Not that you were a bad student, infact your performance was more than satisfactory.
What drove him mad was how he seemed to be losing his senses whenever he was around you.
Aemond had always led a disciplined life with a strict moral sense. But when it came to you, the dam of discipline he had created to keep his beast self inside, seemed to be at it's bursting point.
He had managed to hold himself back thinking he would let the dam finally burst upon you, but only after your exams, when he wouldn't tutor you anymore. He thought he had been managing well until that day.
The sight of your half exposed asscheeks swaying infront of him; your tied up hair revealing your neck, the jiggle in your tits every time you leaned forward towards him and the sight of the pebbled nipples through your flimsy tshirt drove him absolutely feral.
He could see you were trying hard to catch his eye. Your little pouts of dissapointment at his lack of response made him want to snatch you up on his lap and kiss the life out of you.
But he wouldn't give in that easily.
Or so he thought.
The moment you crouched between his legs, deliberately swaying your ass right up at him, was when he had had enough. There was no way he could hold back after that stunt.
Before he could even gather his thoughts, his hand shot out to grab your hair and pulled it back.
"Now that's enough kitten."
"Tsk tsk tsk" he tutted playfully, still holding your head in place. " You've been very distracted today have you not?"
You just avoided his gaze in response. You felt fear , or was it thrill rushing through your veins?
You had wanted this exactly, had you not? So then why did your mouth go dry at being caught?
"Words." He said sternly.
"Y-yes."
You didn't know. You didn't know whether you were scared or excited. But all you knew was you wanted his skin on yours.
"Hmm." That was all he said. You expected him to tell you off but he just stared at you with an expression you recognised as intense lust. You followed his eye which left burning trails on your body wherever it gazed upon.
He slowly stood up, your head still held captive by him jerked backwards at the movement.
He tugged at your hair, gesturing you to rise and so you did.
Standing so close to him, made you see him in entirely different light. You could see every detail of his handsome face and you could hear him breath.
Wordlessly he made you turn around to face the desk.
You were confused but you let him take the lead.
"Solve."
Wait what? Wasn't this the part where the racy stuff should begin? What did he mean by solve?
You looked back up at him and blinked in utter confusion. He raised his eyebrow by a millimetre, as if to say " You heard me."
"Excuse me?"
" I'm not going to repeat myself." The threat to not try his patience was evident in his voice. You dared not to challenge him, so you turned to the open textbooks with math problems and begrudgingly started to solve them.
Your pen halted as you felt a masculine hand snake up at your waist and other at the small of your back.
You felt him bending your body slowly with grace. Your breath hitched at his hand grazing your half exposed bottom.
"I didn't tell you stop. Continue."
Was he serious? You wondered to yourself. But deciding to not cross him, you tried hard to focus back on the math problem.
Your hands trembled as you felt him feeling up your ass. A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt him pulling your short up, wedging them between your legs. You felt cold air brush against your exposed skin.
You tried to turn your head back to look at him but before you could, his hand shot up to hold your head in place , facing the notebook.
Your thoughts were just a haze at this point. Your laboured breaths were all that could be heard in your room. You pressed your legs together desperately to subside the throbbing of your cunt.
"Wrong." His deep voice announced before you felt a sharp sound of skin slapping on skin, and moment later the pain washed over you like ice cold water. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you tried to gasp for the air that escaped you.
Before you could question him about it, another ringing smack on your ass made you cry out loud this time.
A third one. And then a fourth.
You realised you had solved the question wrong.
By then you couldn't even support yourself up, and laid your head down on the desk.
A single tear escaped you. It hurt but with the depraved moans escaping your mouth on each spank, you realised you were loving every second of it.
He stopped after what seemed like eternity. Your ass was raw and burning hot.
You felt him bend himself over you until his face was inches above yours. He swept your hair aside and whispered in your ear, " You knew you needed that didn't you kitten?".
You could only whimper in response, to which he chuckled.
You felt a bit annoyed at his humor, and snapped, or at least tried to be as snappy as someone who just got spanked could be, " It hurts you know? Could've given me a warning."
"Hmm" he said while taking your earlobe between his teeth to nibble sensually.
His hand creeped between your ass to rest at your pussy. "For someone so pissed, this pussy seems to be awfully wet. It'll be dripping down your thighs any moment."
You moaned loudly as his long fingers slipped beneath the bunched up shorts and slid smoothly over your wet folds.
He sucked your earlobe all while playing with your swollen clit.
" You know what?" He finally let go of your ear. "You can't focus on your studies like that. I can see your pretty little head is full of filth. I'll need to fuck it out of you, right kitten?" He purred in a patronizing tone.
" Mm yes." You barely manage to get it out between your moans.
His fingers stopped dead. " Yes what?"
" Y-yes please Sir." You cried out at the lack of pressure on your needy cunt.
Instead of resuming he withdrew completely, but only to pull down your short and panties at one swift move.
You straighten up from the desk , but he quickly pushed you back down.
You thought maybe this was it, maybe he'll put it in now. But no. You peeped behind you to see he had sunk on his knees, with his face placed directly behind your ass.
The cool sensation of his breath hitting the wetness of your pussy made you shiver.
Aemond sat still for a few seconds, admiring the view laid out in front of him. The plump ass was now raw and red , thanks to him. Proud of his work, he started to run his lips along the angry red handprints across you soft skin.
Your hands reached back in embarrassment, to pull him away from burying his face in your ass. Aemond just held both of your wrists in one of his hands and bit your asscheek harshly, as if to give a warning.
He parted your legs with his knee, to get better access. The bundle of shorts that now looked at your ankles, restrained you from opening up anymore.
Aemond didn't waste a second and started to lap up your dripping juices like a hungry dog. His tongue exploring every crevice of your cunt. Just as you felt him play with your swollen bud, you lost it.
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and as for your moans, you couldn't believe you were capable of creating sounds such as those.
You face lay flat against the open notebook, as you lost almost all your consciousness.
You came again and again , until you lost count, and just when you were at the brink of passing out he drew back.
If he hadn't been holding you in place , you would have slumped to the ground in a messy puddle of your own.
He turned you in his arms to face him, and the sight made your your whole body go flush. White liquid was glistening on his lips as well as nose; even his chin was a mess covered in your release.
You reached out to wipe it off, but decided better against it. Getting on your tiptoes, you reached up and licked right across his chin, tasting yourself on him.
Aemond smirked at your boldness, and pushed his head forward to gesture you to continue.
Taking encouragement from that you began licking every last drop of liquid from his face.
Deciding you were taking to long, Aemond hungrily took your lips between his and sucked on them hard. The kiss was urgent and a mess of both your overwhelming passion. It felt like a and aggressive fight but with lips. You fought hard but gradually gave out, letting him take the lead.
While still kissing you get sank back in the chair and forced you on your knees between his legs.
He was crouching to kiss you while holding your head with both hands.
He finally let you go; your lips now swollen red.
Just as he withdrew himself from you, you slumped over his lap.
You head laying right in front of his crotch.
Aemond took a moment to realise he was living his fantasy, and it was way better than he ever imagined.
Your messy hair falling across your half closed eyes, red lips ; t-shirt see through with sweat showing your cute tits, plump thighs smushed together. You were a mess and yet to him you looked divine, especially while between his legs.
He gently swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and tucked stray stands of hair behind your ear. Bending down he pressed a soft lasting kiss with utmost gentleness.
You were surprised by the contrast this kiss had with the last one. You looked up at him with a silent plea, to hold you. And he understood.
Strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you up on his lap with ease.
You laid your head on his shoulders to take in his sweaty but masculine scent.
Aemond slid his hand over his crotch to finally free it from restraint. His hard member pressed into your soft supple ass.
He swiped the tip around your skin a few times , loving the way your flesh engulfed him.
Slowly he slid into your still wet pussy. You groaned loudly at the pain that spread in you lower body. Aemond kissed your neck softly on reassurance.
He drew you head back so that you could look him in the eye, and you did. You felt a surge of emotions from him, which you couldn't really describe, but you let those emotions wash all over you.
Biting your lip you adjusted yourself around him , trying to familiarise the pain.
Aemond raised the sweat soaked t-shirt to rest them over your tits. He latched himself on the right nipple as you started to slowly ground your hips to his.
The pain gave way to pleasure, and soon all you wanted was for him to fully fill you up with himself.
You were plopping up and down on his length, as he hungrily sucked your breast.
You felt yourself growing weak as you neared your release, and your pace slowed down.
As if on cue, Aemond's hands snaked around your waist to bring you impossibly close to him as he started to pound upwards inside of you.
His steady pounding made your moans come out in a rhythm. Your head lolled back to the crook of his neck as he increased his pace to a lightning speed.
You felt a loud ringing in your ears as you felt yourself shake in his arms while cumming all over him and his pants.
Even after that Aemond kept his pace and fucked you with all his might till he successfully chased his own release.
Both of you laid on the same position for the few minutes, heaving heavily.
In your state of half sleep you felt him kiss your forehead as he laid you on your bed.
Before leaving he whispered into your ear, "We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, okay kitten?"
All you could do was let out a soft hmm in response.
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black-dread · 1 year
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Forbidden | Aemond Targaryen Part 1
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Summary ⇢ “ You’re the kings daughter, and by the wishes of your dear mother, you are to be betrothed soon. Noblemen and princes across the kingdom come to embark in tourneys and banquets for the kings treasured daughter’s hand. But one morning as you escape your coming doom, you meet the Aemond Targaryen. ” Part 1 of 4  (AO3 ver. here) The next 3 chapters will contain smut, so stay tuned.
pairing: Elf! Aemond Targaryen x Elf! Reader type: 4-part series, House of the Dragon x Lord of the Rings AU genre: smut, fantasy, drama, soft, angst, romantic words: 5.6k rating: 18+MDI warnings: future explicit smut, gore (war), death, reader is female with she/her pronouns Note: “ bold italics “ will be them speaking in high valyrian, and “ plain italics “ will be the readers/povs thoughts.
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The morning light crept slowly on your features through the peak of the trees as you lay awake watching the sunrise from the comforts of the soft grass you lay upon. The air was crisp with the warmth of summer, and the birds long had begun their melodies to one another. You woke up much earlier to see this moment; something you often did when anxiety settled into your skin.
A long moon ago, your mother had brought to your attention that suitable noblemen, elven knights, and princes would gather from all over the realm to challenge in tourneys and events for your hand by order of the king and wishes of your dear mother. Although it had been hundreds of years now, it has always been the day you dreaded as you’ve come of age in your tradition.
It was common knowledge that a suitable, young, well-educated, untaken elven lady was to be wed with a handsome match. But it was also known an elf marries for love with free will, not arrangement. And normally only once in their lifetime. Even this fact, hadn’t stopped the queen who took it into her hands to betroth you to someone she thought suitable. And by that, she already had someone in mind unbeknownst to you.
Ravens had already been sent out before your knowledge and today your guest arrived by the hundreds—men and elves; though your father scoffed at the idea that a man could even win his daughter’s hand over any of the knighted elves of the realms. He thought it might be amusing to watch them fall on their ass as it was highly unlikely, they’d come close to winning.
The voices were boisterous even now, deep throughout Mirkwood. You could smell the foreigners polluting your beloved forest's fresh, sweet oxygen. You assumed by now your mother would be ripping her hair out trying to find you, but you were in no mood to participate in the morning events. Having fled to the comforts of a glade next to an abandoned windmill cottage on the outskirts of Mirkwood.
The people that used to live here years ago were human. You’d known them since they were a young couple in love, until their final days as they grew old. You buried them yourself, and occasionally cleaned up the place in their memory. But the glade was nothing special, just a simple plain with a wildflower here and there. It was someplace quiet at least. An escape away from the noise, drunken elves, and singing.
You still wore the translucent white silk night shift you slept in, which allowed the light to capture what was bare beneath. The trousers you threw on became more known and your breast visible but covered by the dark emerald, green cloak you threw on. You took caution, however. Skilled in the art of sword fighting, you were alone with only your twin blades to protect you if anything threatening crossed your path. No matter how strong you were though, it was not enough to convince your father that you had no need for a sworn protector; whom you had managed to slip past.
Your father was the Elvin King, Thranduil, ruler of the Woodland realm. And your mother was his second wife made queen. She was once just a noble Elvin woman herself, young and beautiful still. But a rebound to the true love he already lost. Because of the king’s lustful needs, she was pregnant, round, and swollen with you and whispers went around. So, before you were born, they had a secret ceremony to be wedded. Thus, not making you the bastard of the gracious king. For it was forbidden to lay with a virgin princess before their married bed. They both never shared any love for one another, not even for your sake.
Your older half-brother Legolas on the other hand took years before warming up to you. He had just lost his own mother as a small boy, and his father for a time too. He saw you as something disgraceful, an object that replaced his family. But his mind had changed the day a fever almost took you. Thranduil and your mother showed no sign of distraught to the young she-elf that lay alone and ill in her bed. Legolas, who saw this was reminded of the same experiences of neglect, so it began to eat at him until he took it upon himself to find a healer, one that would save your life at the time.
He watched after you a little more then, slowly bonding as siblings ought to be. Now he was rather protective over you. Thranduil acknowledged you for what you were, his daughter the princess, and only that. Believing you should just perform your duties like Legolas too and all would be well. The queen, on the other hand, despised you the moment you slipped from her womb, a face of rage and high dissatisfaction that you came out without a cock. She loathed you for not being able to replace Thranduils true-born heir and future ruler of the Woodlands. You were the babe that never should’ve been, made from forbidden acts. So why couldn’t you be born a son? Plenty of times again, she plotted your death but opted out under watchful eyes. Her little secrets.
She did the next best thing to her mind though. Which was bringing you up to be a mere copy of herself. A prized princess with her mother’s ethereal elven beauty—fit to seduce another king. Unlike most forgiving she-elves, the queen took everything and anything for granted, taking traditions too seriously. The queen was a beautiful rose on the outside, but a dark abyss full of thorns inside.
Years pass only to prove her more dissatisfied though. Because although you were a lady and a master of healing from years of study, you thrived in the field of weaponry, taking after your father rather than her goal requirements. It wasn’t wrong for the she-elves to fight though. All elves were fit for battle, including she-elves if they so desired to serve under the king. You plead with your father once to let you join under Tauriel, a forest maiden, and captain of the Elven guard. And Thranduil nearly agreed to this, since Legolas had joined honorably too until your mother got in the way.
“It’s unfitting for the princess to join the likes of battle my king, she’s your only daughter and I will not have her train in combat by a mere Wood-elf,” the queen once said, turning even Thranduils thoughts to think the same.
Bitterness dripped from your tongue at the thought of all this while sighing at the icy blue, cloudless sky. No matter how much you dread being married to a husband you knew nothing of, you had to face reality. At times, you knew you were a coward. You liked to run away. Forgetting what needs to be done, rather than facing it head-on. Not to keep pleasing your king and queen, do all as they say. You were still childish, but you made yourself this way because it pissed your mother off, and damn did that bring a smile to your face.
The day had reached now, the morning long gone. Your thoughts made you lose track of time again. But this was only every day of your long life. Sitting up you turned to your right admiring your dappled grey filly, standing as she ate away at the blades of sweet grass still covered in dew just feet away. The windmill connected to the cottage in the distance turned ever so slowly making the scene more striking. What you wouldn’t give to just stay here forever instead of performing your royal duties.
But the peace was rudely interrupted by the sudden pounding of hooves against the dirt road coming toward you from miles away, alerting you long before the stranger could see you thanks to your elf hearing. You swiftly mounted your saddleless horse, free of her reins, yet gracefully still commanding her to lead you back into the safety of the forest. This was Mirkwood, if the stranger was an honored guest they would’ve been guided into the forest by your people.
Anyone not familiar with the maze of your home could get lost and go mad. Something you cared not for the stranger whom you can hear still coming your way. Although entering the forest, you couldn’t seem to lose them, not even as you went deeper, they grew closer, following your tracks. The mysterious person came out behind the trees toward you in a blink of an eye. It was a sudden rush before you tried trotting away, but the stranger catches up anyways. Your horse was startled, neighing in distress by the unexpected company, as she stands tall; nearly tossing you backward.
You unsheathed your twin blades immediately, as he did his sword. You both circled one another, never once blinking as you held each other’s gaze. His black shire horse weighed in size greater than your own, making the elven man taller, as he looked down on you. You couldn’t see his face, as it was blocked by a helmet as dark as his mount. But his long silver-white hair lay flat against his matching black armor, and you noticed the sigil right on the breastplate where the strands of his hair almost covered. The house of Targaryen. He must’ve been a guard that lost his way you wondered. But you still circled one another, sword and blades held high.
“Lost, are we? That castle is a long way from here, you have no business in these parts Targaryen,” you spoke in Elvish.
“Hm, leave it to a Woodland elf to be none the wiser,” the stranger says in high Valyrian in return.
You knew of the language, but since it wasn’t your mother tongue, you never cared to learn it in these parts of Middle Earth, thus not understanding what he said. The Targaryen finally halts in your direct line of sight, tilting his head in a way to glance at your form. You suddenly felt very bare before him, immediately covering yourself further with your cloak before he could lay his eyes upon your breast.
“Very well. If you care not to answer, then I’ll leave you in the forest to die a slow, lonely death,” you say.
“I am not lost peasant, I’m simply admiring the wood,” he speaks coldly.
“Peasant?” you whisper astonished.
He thinks of me to be a servant? You mused to yourself. Never mind. . .Good.
Because you didn’t want anyone to catch the princess in nothing but a night shift gown and grass-stained cloak, covered in dry mud head to toe. Even your father would kill you before your mother. And it’s not like this guard would see you ever again.
“One does not simply, ‘admire’ the grounds of Mirkwood, even a hobbit knows that. . .” you declare not being fooled.
The Targaryen exhales deeply through his nose annoyed by the situation. It was true. He knew he was lost, he decided confidently to go on horseback ahead of his party instead of the wheelhouses that carried his whole family. But this peasant before him didn’t need to know that of course.
“Just lead me out of here, to the castle and I’ll be on my way,” he commands at once.
“Who are you to make commands in their own home? Never mind, I’ve no time for this,” you remark, turning harshly from him to gallop in the direction of the keep.
He stubbornly followed you without choice, sour by the situation. The ride for you wasn’t long, with each turn it made it difficult for him to follow from the size of his shire. The sound of branches smacking against his helm and body brought delight to your mood. Served him right for making unknown commands to the princess.
“Where are you taking us? I’m to be expected—” he called out, but you interrupt him.
“The stables,” you simply answer.
“That is not what I meant when I asked to be taken to the castle. Who do you take me as? I am the—”
“Here,” you said.
The scene before them leads into one of many courtyards of the keep where a well-furbished stable held horses by the dozens. Entering from the wood, other elves at work lifted their heads alert by the new company. They could recognize you due to the number of times you’ve done this, but the elven man beside you had them stiff by the crest on his chest.
Targaryens were no kind elves. They populated the summer lands of Westeros, in Old Valyria and made trouble for all. What made them stand out the most from the rest of the elven realms, was their dragons. The Targaryen’s made it known they were gods amongst all of Middle Earth. They learned to control, command, and ride them. Winning most if not all their wars with their beautiful dragons. No free folk, rangers, elf, or orc stood a chance against these Dragonriders of the realm. So, seeing a Targaryen in the stables caught them all off guard.
A timid stable boy was the first to walk up to you; eyes never leaving the dark knight before him. You quickly shut him up before he correctly called you by your title.
“Take this guard to his people, he got lost on his way in the woods. Make sure he doesn’t get lost again,” you say in elvish to the boy then glanced towards the Targaryen before riding off to the seven gods knows where.
There was a look of pure astonishment on the mysterious elf’s face under his helm. He finally takes it off to reveal his face which forced the young elf boy below to gasp at the sight of his eye covered by a black leathered patch. It seemed you had unknowingly mistaken him as the peasant instead.
“I am no guard,” he began calmly as he dismounted standing tall, “I am a dragon. Second son of King Viserys I Targaryen. Captain and commander of the Valyrian forces and rider of the largest dragon in all Middle Earth—Prince Aemond Targaryen. And you will take me to my new quarters at once,” Aemond finished irked.    
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The sound of your drastic sighing alarmed the birds away from the area, as you tiredly combed out your hair. You had managed to avoid your mother since your return by some luck. Avoiding your bedchambers that awaited your already steaming hot, scented oil-drawn bath and most likely a waiting mother of fury. Instead, you opted to bathe in the cold, yet fresh waterfall pools of the forest rivers and out of sight.
The first event would be a welcoming banquet for the houses gathered for this beautiful coming-of-age ceremony in your honor on the morrow. So of course, you were being hunted. And one of the servants finally found you; clothes in hand already. As if they’d known all along, you’d come here. Figures as much, your mother had eyes everywhere. You were brought before her into her separate bedchambers from the king. She faced the window, figure stoic and head held high with her nose pointed like she’d smell shit. She’d watch from her window above the keep as the guest continue arriving. Her spectacular view to watch everything that goes on.
“You were seen in the stables again,” she speaks unturning. “You were needed in the throne room to welcome the royalty of the realm. But instead, you were off in the wood, seven gods know where. Your father is just as furious.”
“That’s what the event on the morrow is for, to welcome them all then,” you reply.
She turns to you, face unchanging except for the look of disgust in her eye for you, “Now you must fix this. It’s one thing to ignore your maidens all you like, but when the king expects you at his side you will do your duties. The queen of Old Valyria and her three sons and daughter seemed quite unpleased you weren’t there to greet them upon their arrival. As was our close kin.”
She takes a step toward you eyeing the tight silk-blue robes that hugged your frame perfectly sneering at the choice the maiden picked out. She noted to scorn that maiden about it later.
“Hm. Blue is not your color,” she says, “Present yourself on the morrow accordingly daughter. Don’t make the king mad, or I. You will be heavily guarded now each night until you are wedded to the champion chosen, now get out of my sight."
You curtseyed unwillingly to her before you marched out, but not before hearing her commands.
“And draw her another bath. She smells of horse shit,” the queen demanded.
You walked quickly to your chambers, with a frown cast upon your once lively face. What good was it being in the glade today other than coming back to the same lectures? After yet another bath, your maidens made sure to educate you on what your mother picked out for the welcoming banquet. Where you'll be introduced to dozens of elves and men, one of them your future betrothal. And by the seven gods may they help you on your way to your next imprisonment, but it ought to be better than this.
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“The princess! Daughter of king Thranduil son of Oropher, and ruler of the Woodland realm!” the master of the ceremony announced.
Heavy doors groaned to reveal you standing elegantly in place. Hand over hand in front of you as you curtsy to the ceased room, receiving bows and curtsies back. Looking all around, the luscious sight of the grand ballroom thrived with classical elven music and booming voices of men. The floor was made from stained marble and wood, that balanced on the largest roots of the grand cave system that ran throughout Mirkwood. But since it was the upper flooring, the ceiling was an open view to the starry night sky adding such alluring sights. The place was much different from the throne room which only lay beneath the cave down below, but this room was more spacious for hundreds to celebrate.
Already her piercing eyes could be felt from where she sat next to the king. The queen dressed in rich gold fabrics that begged all to look upon her as if it were her own ceremony. Even outdoing the king, who had a tremendous wardrobe. Her smile implied joyous wonders for the evening, but her eyes said something entirely different as she stared you down. You wore something different, not at all what she decided for you. It was a rather simple white and forest green dress of long elegant soft silks. Far less flashy than the one she chose for you which wouldn’t compliment your eyes at all, nor as glamorous than her own heavy, expensive dress and jewels. And unlike the king and queen’s crowns, yours was barely noticeable. Just the way you like it.
You were immediately greeted by some of your kin of the Rivendell realm first upon many as you made your way around. Everyone’s eyes followed you, and it made your hands rather sweaty and your nerves spike by wishing the ground would just swallow you whole. No matter where you went one would greet you, but good thing you practiced a dozen greetings of your own before this all.
“Sister, this is all for you, yet I do not see you smile,” Legolas said as he joins you near a pillar, knowing he came to your rescue.
Of course, he wore matching greens like yours that symbolized the common colors of Mirkwood, as it ought to be. He wasn’t too keen on being flashy like your father either. But he still managed to capture and captivate the ladies and gentlemen amongst you.
“If I had a say in the matter, this gathering wouldn’t be happening, and I’d be in the wood hunting with you and Tauriel as we speak,” you whisper lowly.
Legolas looked down in a bashful manner at the mention of the captain herself, which you miss.
“Although this is your mother and our fathers’ doing, Thranduil mentioned to me before that whoever won this championship would be beheaded immediately,” Legolas said with a mocking look.
You only laugh nudging his shoulder, knowing he only jests, “Did he say that or you?”
But before Legolas could answer he stood up straighter by the coming guest that stood in front of you both. A large man dressed in canary yellow with fine heavy grey furs, curly hair of black, and a ruffled beard to match stood to present himself to you. His house crest was stamped into his fine leathers resembling the House Baratheon. His eyes glistened in pure happiness as he bowed before the prince and princess.
“My prince, princess,” he bows, as you both do the same, “allow me to introduce myself, I’m Borros Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End and these are my four daughters,” he waved his hand towards the young ladies behind him.
“And my brother, Remund Baratheon,” Borros said, while a younger man took a step closer to bow.
“My wife is home, with child. My apologies for her absence. It’s been difficult labor,” he goes on.
But you offer a kind smile, “There is no need for apologies my lord, I wish your wife well and blessings from our people to you.”
Lord Baratheon lifts his head pleased with your courteous words. “I beg your pardon just once more, as I do not have a son to present himself in the tourneys for the princess’s hand in marriage but wish you good fortune as well my lady. However, my brother here will be competing. If a man wins, it’ll certainly be us,” he promises.
“My brother, he’s always been very proud and boastful of our traditions in battle. But for you, I hope to win fair ladies’ hand, I’ll certainly go to battle for you,” Remund says, but he didn’t seem like he meant it. Perhaps he also practiced.
You only smile and bow heads once more before they make their way to their assigned seats. The next lord to come up was House Stark. A much younger fellow who recently became Lord of Winterfell after his late good father. You had heard stories of the lands of the Northern realm where the cold of winters never rested, even the wall that protected all from further threatening things than orcs. The young elf, otherwise known as “the wolf of the North”, seemed to be kind and well-mannered. And in his deep Northern accent, he went on about his honor to be here and how he looked forward to the coming events as well.
Next the lords of House Lannister and Tyrell, then the House of Finrod, Fëanor, and the brothers and sisters of Lothlórien came to wish you blessings. The amount of attention was overbearing for you. It wasn’t often a gathering of this number that happened so frequently, only every several hundred years amongst the noble elves who celebrated their coming of age. An honor for men to be invited at all.
In the midst of it all, there was a group that stood out the most though. It was the house of Targaryen of course, dressed in all black and red of fine leather and dragon skins. Their king was absent you saw, with only his second wife made queen there in his place with her sons and daughter. Princess Rhaenyra, however, had attended too with her husband prince Laenor. Even with her own swollen belly full with child, did she make this gathering to see her own sons compete for your hand.
Rhaenyra, Laenor, and their sons Jacaerys and Lucerys strolled up to both with a bow, they were young and handsome. But weirdly enough, unlike their parents, they didn’t inherit the famous Targaryen locks.
“Princess Rhaenyra daughter of King Viserys the I and her husband prince Laenor Velaryon, son of Corlys Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Driftmark, and the princes Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon my lady,” the master of ceremony presented.
You curtsey with a growing smile, “I say what an honor this is to be graced by thee princess in her full glory my lady, I’ve only heard stories about you and Syrax. I must admit you’ve become an idol for me growing up. Her lady is as beautiful as they claim.”
“Oh. You flatter me deeply princess; I had not known we were told of such praise here. You too are far lovelier and striking than what’s told in our realm of Old Valyria. I hope my sons may please you in their performance in the coming days,” Rhaenyra grins, satisfied and truly flattered by your words.
“I pray for the many blessings upon the young princes and do look forward to watching the great house of Velaryon compete,” you say.
The two brothers bow with flustered faces before the family moves on. You were simply still enjoying the silent but amused company of Legolas before he left you by the sweet cakes to sit at the long table. Now alone, you hummed in delight as you stood near the center of the grand ballroom, peeling a slice of orange off one of the cakes until someone clears their throat to gain your attention. Much to your displeasure.
“May I present to thee princess of King Viserys the I sons, of Old Valyria. His firstborn Aegon II Targaryen, his second born Aemond Targaryen, and his third born Daeron Targaryen,” the master of ceremony presented.
As you face them you bend your knees low presenting your best curtsy in a pleased greeting, as requested by the queen. This made the eldest of the sons’ snort into his goblet of wine. But you ignored him.
“My princes. I’m honored to receive you, as I’ve heard the journey here was long and more exhausting than most here. I hope you find comfort in your new quarters and see that all your needs are fulfilled as the Woodland realms honored guest,” you said.
They were well known throughout Mirkwood and the realm too, probably even more so than their older half-sister Rhaenyra. You would hear stories of the three princes in the court from the she-elves as they swooned over them. It was all they ever talked about or your brother Legolas, and even your father the king. The three mighty and brave Targaryen brothers, battle-experienced who won all their battles in the name of their king, all Dragonriders, and apparently. . .all without a wife. The rumors were true though, each of them as handsome as they say, and honestly. . .you wouldn’t mind any of them courting you.
Prince Daeron was the first to bow to you amongst the three princes that stood before you. He gave a devilishly handsome smile that could immediately woo women’s hearts. Ever the charmer, he gently takes your ring hand in both hands, brushing his lips to kiss the top so delicately. This did bring a sudden flush to your face, which he smiled at.
“It is true what the realm says of her princess’ beauty. I’ll happily challenge for your hand in the tourneys to come, my lady. I find when that time comes, I hope you will honor me with your favor,” he speaks in a gentle manner, bowing once more.
“Perhaps you shall, my prince,” you say bashfully, completely taken by his charms.
Daerons’ smile never leaves as he stands with his brothers once more before Aegon bows before you next, but not without elbowing his younger brother’s ribs in the process. Daeron just grunts holding his side trying to hide his pain. Aegon was a more curious fellow, his hair was cut short to his shoulders than the rest, eyes half-lidded as if he had one drink too many already. But he was beautiful you thought, and his eyes though heavy and dark as if he hasn’t slept, showed a sort of sadness that made you wonder what troubled him so.
“Your wine and ale here are as good as they claim, the Woodland elves certainly know how to make a good brew, at least you all have something going for you,” he chuckles with another sip of his goblet as Daeron scorned him.
Pity you thought.
As handsome as he was, his personality so far wasn’t. A servant passed by just then as he grabbed a fresh goblet, staring after the elf maiden’s ass right in front of you. The look on your face only made him frown though, as he bowed quickly and stood next to his brothers again. Lastly, when Aemond took his stance before you he had paced with a walk of amble; arms behind his back as he took in your aura before him. You were beyond beautiful no doubt. The ethereal immortal beauty of an elf agreed with you and struck the eyes and areas near the groins of the men in the room. You were simply unmatched by any lady there.
“It seems we’ve already been acquainted though, haven’t we?” Prince Aemond said with a knowing smirk.
You stared at him cautiously, before your eyes widened with realization as he just looked you over with a tilt of his head and an intense gaze of his own. The curl of his lip and glint in his eye spoke of amusement at your awareness, and that reminded you this was in fact, not, your first meeting. He had seen your rugged state. Hair wild, with blades of grass. Cloak soaked to the hem up with dry mud. Trousers ruffled and torn and by the graceful gods, the soft skin from the top of your breast that was shown so clearly to him before you quickly covered up had him in a state of endless imagination. To think you were the princess. Oh, how deceived he was.
Such the little vixen in the forest you were in the eye of a dragon lurking above the sky.
He gave a slow-relaxed bow, eye unblinking as he stared deep into your own before your name whispered off his tongue like a hot knife to your throat, “Princess.”
You hoped he didn’t see you swallow out of nervousness, but he did. Watching your throat carefully with his beautiful blue-lilac eye. In your first meeting, you realized now he had sat atop his noble steed Ares; a black shire known even to the Woodland realm. A grandsire to hundreds of Middle Earths’ finest horses due to his strong build and stamina. But not even Ares could compare to Aemonds true noble mount by the stories you’ve heard. Vhagar. The largest living dragon in all of Westeros. Vhagar was told to be so large, she could swallow Ares whole if Aemond commanded it. And upon his dragon, Aemond was basically the god above the skies who won his wars.
How pathetic of you. For you had regarded Aemond as a simple Targaryen knight of a sort and nothing else without much thought. This was no mere guard; it was one of three dragons. He was the dragon. At that moment you came to the realization that you’d made a horrible mistake, and now you were seen with him alone in nothing but a night shift and men’s trousers, coming out of the forest. If he decided to open his mouth to anyone, this entire gathering would soon end at once.
“You’ve already been acquainted?” began the questions, asked by Daeron.
Aemond only hummed, enjoying his teasing, and your anger far more than he let on. “I got lost you see, and our sweet princess here helped me find my way back,” Aemond mused.
Aegon, witnessing the tension between you and his brothers let out a laugh that turned heads from every direction. He drank from his goblet of rich ale, eyeing you up and down with lustful satisfaction. At this point, you were done with the three brothers already by their attitudes and unruly manner so began walking away having had enough. You join the table that peered down at all the realms that gathered before you, sitting between your father and brother before another lord or prince had a chance to introduce themselves.
When you chanced a look towards Aemond again his eye never left you, raising his goblet at the table he sat. A small smirk was still apparent on his features even with his mother the queen at his side distressed and whispering in shouts for only her sons to hear. The long sip of wine burning at your throat distracts you from the possibility of being caught. Which doesn’t go unnoticed by your father.
“Calm now, not too much in front of the guest,” he spoke lowly, with annoyance.
You grimace at his words. You weren’t a drinker, yet it was always unladylike when you did. You tried drowning out all the voices around you as the festivities went on, and when the circus entertainment came, you hadn’t even watched. The room erupted with laughter, your brother Legolas could be heard chuckling alongside his own friends on your right and the king and queen conversating with guests on your left. You sat there in the gloom, just wanting it all to finish. How you dreaded this night and the coming events, how you wished to be in the glade right now. But little did you notice the rest of that evening, Aemond never once took his eye off you, noticing you weren’t happy at all. And it wasn’t because of him.
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lovelykhaleesiii · 3 months
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Aemond Targaryen | MASTERLIST #1
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HEADCANONS:
His & Yours. [fanon!Aemond, fluff | smut]
A Figure in the Shadows... [vampire!Aemond, angst | smut]
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ONE-SHOTS:
Betrothed [angst | smut | fluff]
Have You Missed Me? [smut]
Remedy [fluff]
Lead By Example [Modern AU | Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]
Never Again [Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]
Always Meant to Be. [angst | fluff]
Divine Beauty [Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]
Serve Me. [Dark!Aemond | angst | smut]
Comfort This Agony [fanon!Aemond | fluff]
A Flower to Ruin... [cruel!Aemond | angst | smut]
Dearest, Ruthless Husband [Prince!Regent!Aemond | angst | smut]
The Spoils of Lies [angst]
Twisted, Beautiful Minds. [Dark!Aemond | angst | smut]
Comfort Zone [Modern AU | boyfriend!Aemond | angst | smut]
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SERIES:
Work For It [fanon!Aemond, angst | fluff | smut] - Chapters 1 | 2 love
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astrumark · 1 year
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── WHERE IT TRULY LIES ★.
PAIRING: aemond targaryen x female reader.
SUMMARY: you are now a happily married woman, however, aemond will always pull you back.
WARNINGS: smut with plot, infidelity, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, face-sitting, p in v, mild choking, and dirty talk.
WC: 7.4K
NOTES: this is not new, i've deleted it accidently (yikes) and wasn't going to upload again but a lovely soul reached out and they haven't read it yet so here it is! as the title might give away this was inspired by the song moth to a flame - the weeknd. hope you enjoy!
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He knew he couldn't marry you, as a prince of the realm, and on the verge of civil war, once his father passed, Aemond needed to secure an advantageous marriage with a powerful house, one that would increase their army numbers. You were not fit. Regardless of his affection for you: duty comes first. That is what his mother taught him. Under different circumstances, perhaps it could've worked out, you were not a lowborn, but your position was simply not high enough. 
Aemond could be a cruel man, yes, but never with you. You have found your way into his heart a long time ago when you were but children. He couldn't be selfish and hold you back because of his desires because he also knew you needed to marry soon.
"You might do well to find yourself a suitor." He said in between kisses, you were straddling his lap on the sofa of his quarters, grinding on his bulge slightly, his breath stuttering as he held onto your waist.
You pulled away, with furrowed brows, swollen lips, and lustful eyes. The sight was almost too much for Aemond to bear. "What?" 
"You heard me." Shadows danced across his face and you believed Aemond bathed by the candlelight was undoubtedly one of the finest views you have ever seen.
You hummed, a habit you picked up because of him, and then smirked. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" Your lips encountered his neck, leaving a trail of hot and wet kisses.
Aemond squirmed underneath you, holding your arms as he gently pushed you away. "I am not jesting," His expression was stern. "We cannot keep this going for longer, we must tend to our duties."
Your secret affair with Aemond started when you were both six and ten, nurturing an honest friendship long before that. The mutual pining reached its peak during a calm evening at the library. Over the years, you both found immense comfort in each other's arms. There have been a few whispers here and there, but that was the end of it. No clear evidence.
He paused. "My grandsire and mother were discussing convenient marriage pacts for me this afternoon. I will not remain unmarried for long, nor should you." His tone was not harsh, just plain.
"Let me help you, I want to be sure you will be safe. You must understand, my darling, this comes from a place of genuine concern. I promise to find you a worthy match, I want you to be settled." His warm fingertips softly brushed over your uncovered arms, making goosebumps arise on your skin.
You huffed defeated, you were aware that your time as someone unwed was running low, and you didn't need Aemond to remind you of that. However, when your eyes fixed on his you couldn't even find it in yourself to be cross with him, for you found nothing but tenderness in his violet iris, eye carefully studying your reaction.
"I know, Aemond. But I won't find myself a suitor the next morning. But fear not, I am not in secret hopes of marrying you." Your hands wrapped around his neck.
You nodded earnestly. Aemond watched you carefully for a few seconds before he locked his lips with yours once again, slow and tender. All of your thoughts and worries completely disappeared the moment he picked you up and threw you into his soft mattress, his lean body hovering over yours.
Aemond remained true to his words and pondered the options for you. He didn't want you to move away from King's Landing, for you were, most importantly, his friend and he would rather have you close to him. The prince didn't want you to be married to a disrespectful or much older man either. Soon he concluded that he should set you up with someone who was somewhat familiar to him, so he could be certain you would be treated well and watch over you from time to time.
Aemond was not one to often engage with lords, but he didn't completely despise Hadwyn Manning. The young lord had recently become head of his house and retained a large control over Blackwater Bay. He was rich enough, near enough, decent enough. The prince approached your father subtly, planting the idea inside the older man's head. It didn't take long until words of your courtship spread around the Red Keep.
Hadwyn was a 24-year-old man, with light brown locks, green eyes, and tanned skin. The lord has already been married and fathered a child with his late wife who unfortunately passed with a sudden fever. Due to already having an heir, Hadwyn wasn't keen to rush marital matters, and he made it quite clear. He would rather take his time knowing you to be certain and so he did.
Countless letters were exchanged, thoughtful gifts received, and many promenades transpired. Hadwyn had even taken you to a ride on one of his boats and prepared you the sweetest picnic while at it. 
It was clear he was charmed by you. It's there in the way his eyes glistened when looking at you, and the grin that never left his mouth, the fact he would give you his undivided attention at all times, listening and watching you assiduously, and in the gentle touches. He was a gracious man, respectful and flirtatious at the same time. And you like him. Yet… there's still a longing lodged in your heart, a small part of you feeling empty and cold no matter what you do or think.
It had been part of your accord to end your rendezvous once either of you became betrothed, returning to being friends only to not complicate the situation. It seemed easy back then, but in truth, it wasn't. You craved for his touch just as a drunken craved for liquor, so much it was best to keep your distance. It seemed as if without Aemond, the world was less exciting and less colorful. 
Visiting the Red Keep again, as per usual now, Hadwyn strolled with you around the garden. You held the puppy close to your chest, giggling and rubbing the animal's small belly as he writhes around, trying to bite anything it could grasp. You've mentioned on different occasions how you would like to have a pet, but that you weren't allowed to, and Lord Manning had now presented you with one. You were as surprised as overjoyed.
Aemond watched from afar, sitting on a bench. In a rare occurrence, he found himself free from tasks during the early afternoon and decided to accompany his sister and nephews to the gardens. A handmaid walked around with Maelor, who seemed entertained with the bushes, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera played with wooden toys on the grass, and Helaena stood not far, studying a dragonfly she caught. For anyone, Aemond seemed as stoic as ever, but there was turmoil inside him.
Hadwyn was doubtless enchanted by you and treated you kindly, and you seemed to like his company as well if your flushed cheeks and chuckles were any indicative, and as your friend, he should be content. This was his doing in a sort of way, so his discomfort was unwelcome and confusing. His building rage and jealousy were unwelcome and confusing. His fists tightened by his side, trying to control himself. Do not be selfish, Aemond.
After the dragonfly flew away from her hand, Helaena sat beside her brother, sighing as she breathed in the fresh air. Her gaze fell on you as well after a specific loud laugh, and she smiled softly at the couple playing with the puppy. When you put the dog on the floor and started following it sprinting around while chatting with your suitor, your hand brushed his, and after a shy glance, Hadwyn intertwined them together. A chaperone trailed behind you, not close but not far either, giving you the required privacy.
"They are sweet." Her voice was like cotton. 
"Yes." It's all the one-eyed said, tone devoid of any emotion.
"Lord Manning seems like a very devoted man, I am happy for her. Not many women have the same luck. She deserves it." 
Aemond nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "Most certainly."
Your wedding gown was exquisite, fitting you like a glove, your hair and skin glowing. Your cheeks had been pinched and lips scrubbed with sugar and honey, and the smell of your fragrance lingered around the room. You have asked for a minute alone, preparing for your entrance. The ceremony was not the most luxurious, but it was lovely. You had personally dealt with the decorations, the musicians, and with the kitchen workers, making choices according to your liking.
When the door burst open you expected to see your father ready to escort you, and your eyes widened upon seeing Aemond. "What are you doing here?" 
He made fast and long strides towards you, eye devouring the bittersweet sight of you. His hand then moved to your waist, bringing you closer to his body. "You look ravishing, my love." 
Gods, you almost melted, breath caught in your throat and heart pounding as you felt his touch again and heard him praise you in such a velvety voice. A part of you wished to close your eyes and relish in the moment, forgetting all about what expected you on the other side of the door, but you found enough strong will to push his arms away from you. "Don't." 
Aemond crossed his arms behind his back, noticing how your breath got heavier and smirking, knowing you're still so responsive to his touch satisfied him.
"You are right. My apologies, my lady." He didn't sound sorry in the slightest. 
You fought back a smile at his behavior. "What is it, my Prince? What are your reasons for barging in here?" 
"I wish to give you a wedding gift, before the ceremony." 
You raised your eyebrows curiously, prompting him to continue. 
He grinned a little before reaching his pocket, it was small enough to fit the palm of his hand, one he'd closed. You stepped closer, intrigued, and when he opened his palm, you gasped. Your eyes found his face, no doubt reminiscing the gem beneath his eyepatch, one you had grown used to and attached to.
Grabbing the ring from his palm, you studied it in awe. It had to be the most delicate jewelry you had ever seen, and it shined so bright, from the oval sapphire as the center stone to the scalloped diamonds accenting both sides, covering almost all of the ring with its shine.
"Every time you look at it, I want you to remember me, and our pleasurable time together," Aemond said and your cheeks warmed up. "Can you do it for me?" His hand touched your face daintily. "My star in the mist, will you not forget about us?"  
"Never." You whispered but there was no falter in your voice, it was the truth. Aemond chuckled softly, nodding briefly.
Perhaps Aemond could still be a little selfish and give in to his jealousy, perhaps he needed to. He needed to see if he still had some power over you since you had been so busy lately with your future husband and the wedding planning, perhaps he needed you to wear a piece of him. It was obviously more than a wedding gift, it was an odd sort of claim. But a secret claim, such as your secret affair. 
"Let me," He grabbed the ring and your hand, and you licked your lips nervously. Slowly, he placed the jewelry on your finger. You knew there was a deeper meaning behind the item, which was slightly amusing, nonetheless, it felt right on your finger, as if it was always there, to begin with. "It suits you." 
"It does." Your eyes locks with his and for a minute you get lost, letting your mind wander. Aemond recognizes the look on your face because it's the same as his. And for that minute, you both wore your heart on your sleeves. For a minute, you prayed for time to stop. Your heart ached, and so profoundly. There's no need for words. You both understand each other's thoughts and feelings as if attached to a strange magic bond. It's yearning, it's acceptance, and most of all, sorrow. 
Aemond pulled you by the back of your neck and rested his forehead against yours, breathing your scent. Your eyes shut, humming and brushing your noses. It's so comforting to be with him, feel him, breathe him. The prince leaned in and you opened your eyes, there's a silent question behind his eye, but before you could answer it, you heard heavy footsteps outside. He pulled back, recomposing himself. Your father looked shocked to see Aemond but he was soon soothed with the blonde's silver tongue and his excellent excuse. He leaves you without another word, only a nod.
The ceremony went smoothly, and you tried your best to focus on the feast happening around you. You entertained the guests and danced and pampered your new husband, but not as much as he pampered you. Any person would deem the ceremony as fun and would claim that you two were completely in love. Truth be told, you weren't in love with Hadwyn, but as you giggled the night away, you strongly believed it wouldn't be a hard task to be. You hoped it wouldn't. 
It was a relief to know Hadwyn wasn't pretending to be someone he's not until you become his, for the lord remained as sweet and caring as ever through the moons following your wedding. You lived together harmoniously, and his son, barely three, quickly grew attached to you. It was a calm and quiet life most would be satisfied with.
It didn't stop you from thinking about Aemond, however. To reminisce about his touches and kisses as you pleasured yourself, and it became worse after you first visited the Red Keep after your wedding. Until then, you had exchanged innocent letters, the kind all childhood friends shared after moving away, but being close again stirred something you could no longer hold back.
You also have come to terms with the fact you would never feel for him as much as you feel for Aemond. They were entirely distinct. While Hadwyn was a faint flame of a bonfire in the morning, low but constant and warm, Aemond was dragon-fire itself, boiling, wild, dangerous, and consuming. And that's alright. Maybe different loves are meant to feel differently.
It was there when Aemond's gaze moved from your husband to land on your hand, the one the sapphire ring laid, you had not taken it off, his violet eye darkened considerably, and a smile that could only be described as smug crept into his face.
For the rest of your stay it had been torture, the way he'd pressed his body against your back when you were practicing the bow and arrow for good fun, or the way his hand brushed yours as he passed you the milk during breakfast, when you were laughing together in the library and he accidentally laid his hand on your covered thigh, or how his chair was too close during supper, his delicious scent invading your nostrils and making your stomach tingle with a forbidden desire.
You believed it was simply a coincidence until you were back home and his letters shifted from friendly to immoral, and you had to burn it the second you finished reading them. In the first one, he explicitly wrote how your dress accentuated your body and how he wished to rip it off and absolutely devour you. The harsh and filthy words make you dumbfounded and horny, cheeks burning and an uncomfortable and sticky pool between your legs. You didn't know what had gotten into him, or even you for entertaining his sick behavior, as you replied to each of them in the same way. It was shameful and wrong, but as everything involving Aemond, it was also thrilling. And in all honesty, you could never deny him.
And then you reached your breaking point. You sneaked out of your shared bed in the middle of the night, your husband soundly asleep, and made your way to a reclusive inn. You paced around the room, fidgeting with the sleeve of your cloak as you waited for Aemond. Sending him only a small note with an address, you had no clue he'd come. Certainly, now that the war broke out, he had more urgent matters to attend to, so were you being selfish for wanting and almost demanding him? Absolutely, but so was he when he didn't let you go once you got married, so was he enticing you with filthy letters and making you sin even more for him.
The crack of the door makes your blood rush in your veins, breath stuck in your throat as you turn around. There he stands, in all his haughtiness, even when he's almost all covered by his cloak. He pulls the hood down, smirking at you. There's only silence as you watch him slowly take off the cloak and throw it on a chair. You lick your lips as you take in his leather clothing, then he proceeds to remove his worn and brown eyepatch, the one he would only use to run around King's Landing undetected. Your eyes trail his body hungrily, the glistening gemstone only making the knot in your stomach tighten. It's truly almost painful the sight of him, having him so close, and completely alone. You can ghostly feel his touch and smell already, and your heart hammers against your ribcage. You approach him under his amused gaze.
"I know you are up to no good to bring me to such a place at the hour of the owl." Aemond says as you halt in front of him.
"You are correct." You glance at his curved lips for a second before locking your eyes with his violet one again.
"Where's your dear husband I wonder?" He asks mockingly.
"Sleeping." You tilt your head, smiling slightly. 
"Unaware you seek the company of another?" 
"Not just another..."
"What else?" He questions curiously. 
"The most charming and fierce prince of the realm. Hardly an offense." 
Aemond rolls his eye, lips twitching upwards. "Quit your flattery." 
"Do not pretend you don't love it."
"Have you enjoyed my letters?"
"Greatly, the same amount I despised it as well." Aemond scoffs. "What happened to our terms?" 
"Impracticable." 
"Were they?" You raise your eyebrow.
"Yes. How am I supposed to not fuck you anymore when I already got the taste of the most delicious cunt there is?"
You smirk, his crude words making your core clench around nothing. "Flattering me as well?"
"Simply being honest." He twirls a piece of your hair around his finger, placing his hand on your jaw after. "Does he fucks you good?" 
You pause, remembering your intimacy with Hadwyn. It is not awful, just plain. It happens what you expect, and nothing else. You didn't feel comfortable telling him more of your preferences, afraid he would think low of you if you did so. Although recently you had managed to bring his hand to your bud and rode him once, it seemed he preferred to keep it as usual. With Aemond you never had to ask, it was always instinctively, you guessed he probably read many books about intercourse before laying with you because you knew he didn't have many experiences either. One, to be precise, and you doubt it actually counts, he was just a child after all. His question triggers a pang of guilt to wash over you, though. Your husband has been nothing but kind, and how do you repay him?
"I must be a terrible person." You mutter.
"You are not," You look at him incredulously. "A terrible wife, mayhaps, but not a terrible person." 
You can't help the snicker falling off your lips as you hit his chest playfully. "Stop making me feel more guilty than I already do!"
Aemond hums, raising a brow. "Not guilty enough to stop you from answering my letters or coming here late at night." You avert your eyes.
"It 's alright. Did we once follow the traditions? Do you believe the Seven thought of us as fewer sinners when we engaged in sexual activities before marriage because we were unwed?" He grabs your chin. "Do not be ashamed. You are mine and cannot resist me. You and I are meant to be, we are more than a mere convenient marriage. Ain't I too supposed to be faithful to my future bride?"
"Is your betrothed very lovely?"
"You will be relieved to know you have ruined me. No other woman compares to you. Ever." Your heart flutters with his words. "Floris Baratheon seemed the least irritating of the sisters, that is all." 
"Have you enjoyed my letters?"
"I keep them all." He answers, leaning his face closer to yours. Your knees almost fail you as you inhale his scent of leather, sandalwood, and bergamot. "Have you missed me as I missed you, my beautiful girl?"
"Possibly even more." You confess.
"Tell me why you invited me here, I need to hear it from your pretty mouth." His thumb trails over your lower lip.
"I was expecting you to keep to your word." You tease.
He chuckles. "That would take days."
"Certainly you can arrange some time for an old friend…" 
His good eye seems to glimmer as much as the sapphire replacing the other. "Will this be an occurrence?"
You fidget with the button of his tunic. "It seems we cannot keep apart from each other, so I would guess so." You look into his eye. 
"Mhm." His arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you even closer to his body, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "You haven't said it yet." He tilts his head.
You breathe in and gulps. "I brought you here because I want you to fuck me." 
Aemond smiles, actually smile. Most certainly smugly, but he displayed all of his teeth in his adorable grin, and you love to see it, a smile appears on your face as well, almost unconsciously just by seeing his. 
"As my lady wishes."
It's blazing when your lips meet, not loving or gentle, but rather fervent and harsh. You moan into his mouth when his tongue touches yours, and all guilt leaves you at once. At that moment everything that wasn't Aemond ceased to exist. As it always happened when you were with him, you only cared for his touch.
The time apart makes it even better, the leather beneath your fingers comforting. His other hand goes to the back of your head, and you continue to kiss him eagerly, your body trembling even with so little stimulation. You bite his lips as you part slightly for air, and then your mouths are locked again. The kiss slows down a bit, becoming more appreciative as both of you delight in the exchange and each other's taste, but it remains just as lustful.
Aemond swiftly takes your cloak off and you struggle off your shoes, the prince does the same. You help Aemond out of his tunic after you are done and his undershirt goes flying across the room in one go. You touch his toned abdomen before your lips find his chest and neck, the low groan coming from Aemond stirring you up, your mouth trails down as you kiss all of his stomach, kneeling down in front of him. Aemond looks at you in anticipation as you undo his belt and pulls his trousers down, the leather a little too tight.
Once his veiny and semi-hard cock springs free, your mouth starts watering. You don't take your eyes off it as you stroke him, making Aemond gasp loudly. Your eyes darken, even the smell of his manhood tantalizing you. He's definitely above average, straight, long, and thick enough to give the best stretch without making you uncomfortable, with large veins running through the base and a pinkish tip. You can't help yourself as you insert his head in your mouth with a loud pop, he tastes so divine. You smirk at him as he let out a strained moan, your tongue then sliding across his slit. Aemond's hand grips your hair with a decompensated breath. 
You start kissing and licking around his shaft attentively, tongue flat while savoring it and purposely teasing him more before you stroke his cock a few more times and proceeds to put half of his length in your mouth, Aemond trembles upon feeling your hot and soft lips around him, a growl escaping his mouth.
"Oh, fuck, yes. You look so beautiful, my dear."
Your cheeks hollows, head bobbing back and forth as you suck him into your mouth, humming against his member, the sensation of pleasuring him way too good, and tears start to prickle your eyes. You fist his cock and lap on him relentlessly, even when you pull him out, your lips keep locked on him, tongue running around his shaft before you swallow him again, the fullness of your mouth making you grow even wetter. You look up at him as you gag on his cock, mouth squeezing his manhood, and his head is thrown back, brows furrowed and pink lips parted, his good eye is half-closed while the sapphire sparkles bright, the most wonderful sight one could lay eyes on. His grunts become more prominent as he lets you lead, and you can feel your cunt throbbing achingly now. You give him all the devotion you can master through it, your other hand gently massaging his balls and receiving the most delightful sounds in return.
You smirk at him, taking him out of your mouth sloppily once again to catch your breath, his cock coated with your saliva. You slap it on your face before sucking it again as if your life depends on it. He was so addicting. 
"By the Gods," He mutters with a grunt.
It's when you quicken your pace that it feels as if something quite feral snaps inside Aemond. He starts to grow impatient and jerks his hips against your face, his closed fist on your hair more harsh and demanding, his pace becomes so brutish now that you stop stroking him, both your hands laying on his bare thigh for support, your nails digging deeply into his skin as you moan, no doubt bruising it later. It is impossible to fit all of his length in your mouth, but Aemond is certainly determined to do so, a flow of hot tears fall down your eyes as he fucks your mouth, your throat burning with the invasion. It's dirty, uncomfortable, and absolutely ecstatic. Aemond does not care for you or your whines or your gagging one bit now, he only cares for his enjoyment and release and you are more than happy to assist him with it. Lewdy sounds echo in the room as his tip hits the back of your throat mercilessly. You push his thigh as you pull back for air, your appearance disheveled.
"Come on my face, please." You say out of breath, a split of saliva hanging between his cock and your mouth as you stroke his length rapidly and suck his head again. 
The sight below him accompanied by your words are enough to send Aemond over the edge, and with a high-pitched moan, his hot load hits your face, painting a few parts of it white. You stick your tongue out and shut your eyes as your hand continues to jerk him, swallowing his spend that falls on your tongue and gathering the amount that landed on your face. 
"So good," You praise him, licking your fingers clean. "So fucking good." You give his head another lick, making him whine due to sensitivity.
You giggle and get up, Aemond immediately tasting himself on your lips in a messy and lecherous kiss. Lowering himself to your feet the prince grabs the ends of your dress and removes it anxiously. Your choice of dress was a very simple and easy to take off one, and you didn't bother to wear a shift underneath tonight either, aware of the sinful practices you planned to indulge in, leaving you completely bare now. Aemond stares at your nakedness with a pleasant hum and blown eye.
"Go to bed and spread your legs for me." He commands as he discards your dress somewhere. 
When your back hits the bed, you immediately open your legs to him, hand provocatively touching your breasts, there's no shyness, only a burning desire to be seen by him. You bite your lips as you notice how his violet eye has turned almost all black now. He fists his cock a couple of times at the sight of you, one he wishes to never forget.
He makes his way toward the bed, kneeling in front of you. Bringing your body forward, he leaves a trail of kisses on your inner thighs, which makes you shudder. "I have missed this sweet cunt so much…" 
His middle finger parts your folds, gathering your juices next to your hole and then coming back up to circle your sensitive bud. You moan with the touch, brows furrowed and lifting your hips slightly, and you can hear Aemond chuckling. "So wet for me it's pitiful, truly." He continues to touch you teasingly, fingers pressed tightly to your heat as he drags it around. You can only hum in response, already lost in your pleasure, you feel completely on fire.
"Do you know why?" He moves his hand away, pressing his lips to your bud in a light kiss and making you whimper with the action. "Because it knows it belongs to me, it's as clear as day." He spits on your cunt crudely before immediately lapping on it, your back arching involuntarily as your moans get louder.
His warm tongue twirls between your folds slowly, making you whimper and bite your lips harshly, it's been so long since you have been eaten out that it feels like a dream, your face immediately twists in pleasure as shivers run down your spine with the missed sensation of his lips on your sex. Aemond sucks your bundle of nerves, making you gasp, your hands going to his silky hair as you press his face even further in your cunt. Aemond's tongue slides all over your womanhood as he sucks and licks you as if it was the air that he breathes. He closes his eye for a second, groaning lowly against your cunt due to his own enjoyment.
"Mhm," He grunts. "So fucking tasty." 
His tongue teases your hole before coming back up to suck harshly on your sensitive bud unabated, you watch him with hooded eyes, his name on your lips like a prayer.
"Yes, the best thing I have ever tasted," He continues lapping on you, one of his hands holding your cunt open to give him better access. "You're doing so good, my beauty." 
He spits on you one more time, mouth devouring you. He easily inserts two fingers into your soaked cunt, and you cannot control the sounds that leave your lips anymore. He curls his fingers inside you as his tongue whirls on your clit, his pumping quickening as you jerk your hips against his face and hand. It's so exceptional, his long fingers reaching a spongy spot you cannot on your own. In an urge to grab something, one of your hands squeezes your breasts as you whimper uncontrollably. You open your eyes again to see he's already looking directly at you as his tongue moves side to side on your cunt. You bite your lips so hard it draws blood.
Getting up on your elbows, you watch as he gives you long licks up and down, then twirls it around your bud again and sucks it into his mouth, his fingers inside you not faltering, you relish in the stimulation on both your core and bud, making your eyes roll back as not one coherent thought crosses your mind. You feel goosebumps all over your skin and pathetic gibberish leaves your mouth. Aemond continues to work you on, his tongue and fingers getting faster and making your moans break. You can feel your release building up on your lower belly as you shut your eyes, cunt clenching tightly around his fingers, and you are so ready for it, to let it go and cry in pleasure, you are close, so close… and he stops, pulling away.
You look at him with a mixture of confusion, anger, and frustration. He chuckles at you, licking the fingers that were inside you seconds ago.
"I need you to sit on my face, pet." 
Your stomach tingles upon hearing his words and you can only nod, moving aside so he could lay on the bed. When Aemond is settled, you straddle his face, holding onto the cool headboard and being careful as to not put all of your weight on him, you lower your cunt to his mouth, immediately gasping when you do so. Aemond holds on to your upper thighs tightly, keeping you in place and moaning into your heat as he starts licking you fervently once again.
You can't help yourself as you grind and roll your hips on his mouth, hands pinching your nipples as your pace quickens. Aemond doesn't leave an inch of your cunt out of his affections, sucking hard as he groans against you in delight. When his tongue enters your hole you are moaning so loud you are certain the whole inn could hear you, but that was far from being a concern to you. You need to hold on to the headboard again, knuckles whitening with the force you put on it. His name is on your lips as a mantra now while you bounce on him, your stomach churning. Then, his tongue is all around you again, relaxed and hot as he works his magic with purpose. 
You keep your eyes locked on Aemond the whole time, the sight of him under you and satisfying your desires only adding more intensity to your pleasure. He looks so pretty and alluring like this, his adorable lips so keen to make you happy, eating you out so well and good, you bite your lips again while smiling down at him. You grind more relentlessly now, not even trying to be careful, the feel of his mouth paired with the faint brush of his chin and the tip of his nose on your cunt is the best thing you have ever experienced. 
Your peak comes down abruptly and feels like a million stars exploding at once, a long scream on your lips. Your head falls back, black dots covering your vision as your legs tremble. You cry as Aemond continues to lap on your sensitive cunt, kissing it multiple times after.
Admirably your legs didn't fail you and you manage to get off his face, body falling limp on the bed. The ceiling above you is spinning as your heart palpitates in your ears. It takes a minute for your breath to stabilize, and when you look at Aemond he is grinning like a maniac, chin glistening with your juices, and you both laugh at each other out of bliss.
Aemond moves to hover over you, his mouth finding yours in a long and deep kiss, your legs wrap around his waist as one of his hands squeezes your breasts before cradling your face. Your lips move harmoniously together, tongues caressing one another.
It's so soothing, you feel so at peace and so light, just as the sound of the wind passing through the trees. There is no rush, only long kisses and pecks, hooded eyes, and silly little smiles. It's not sexual, and it's not innocent, it's just two people taking their time with each other. You lost track of time in your consuming passion, too occupied in the sheer joy of the prince's soft lips and naked body pressed against yours.
Slowly but as expected, the kisses start to grow needier, your breathing becoming erratic and your womanhood pulsating. You grind against Aemond's stiffness and he sighs deeply, his mouth moving to your neck as he sucks and bites your sweet spot and makes you shiver, then trailing down to your breasts as he puts one in his mouth, twirling his tongue around your nipple. He pulls back a little, holding his hard cock and running it in between your folds before he calmly and gently slides into you.
Your eyes close with the feeling, the stretch his girth gives is simply extraordinary and so fulfilling. You start whimpering as he settles in the middle of your legs, nothing and no one else could make you feel this way, to reach that specific spot, and your cunt is clenching tightly around him.
"Fuck, sweet thing," He breathes out. "You feel even tighter. Is your husband fucking you at all?" 
He starts to thrust on you slowly, and your eyes roll back again, gasping loudly as you relish the feel of his cock inside you, so marvelous. Aemond lets his face fall in the crook of your neck, to feel your soft walls around him an absolute blessing in his opinion, his moans are so low if you were a little bit louder yourself you wouldn't be able to hear him. 
"So good…" You moan, you have missed this way too much.
"Mhm, yes, very good." He holds onto your hips tightly and your legs parts even further.
He starts to go even deeper, his hip finding a steady pace that makes you feel as if you are flying. His grunts become loud, and his hand leans your leg up to your chest as he starts to pound on you more fastly now. "Fucking perfection. You are so perfect."
You hold your leg up to help him, already a moaning mess. The cracky bed hits the wall repeatedly and you are sweating a lot, your hair sticking to your forehead. It is such a great sensation you are torn between seeking your peak and wanting it to last forever, to feel him inside you forever. It seems Aemond feels the same, because now and then when the prince believes you or himself to be close, he'd stay still inside you, completely out of breath, and hold a few seconds before starting again, a few strands of his silver locks falling into your face as he does so.
His lips wrap around yours messily, tongues locked as he keeps thrusting and grunting. His familiar scent, a cologne custom-made because he is just that snob, mixed with his sweat turns you on even more.
He parts from you for a minute, kneeling on the bed and then turning you around with impressive force and grace, your back instantly arching for him while the side of your face is pressed to the mattress. You can hear him chuckle before he slaps your ass hard, and you whine.
"You little whore," He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance and you wiggle. "My perfect little whore." 
He thrust into your cunt, the new position making you euphoric, and you started to meet him at his pace, your whimpers almost pitiful. Aemond's hand grips your ass, his shoving only quickening by the second, he laughs a bit seeing your eagerness, and then he halts, letting you do the work for a while. He stares at his cock disappearing inside your cunt with a wicked glint in his eye and he needs all of his self-control to not go feral. 
"Yes, yes, yes," He encourages. "You're so good at this, gorgeous. Keep on taking my cock like the cheating whore you are, oh yes." 
His words make you groan, cunt tightening around him as your movements grow faster and harder, so much his cock slips out of your cunt once, but you are quick to insert it into your dripping hole again, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin nothing but obscene. Aemond watches with a smirk the way your womanhood is milking him, hands caressing and squeezing your butt as you bounce on his length. 
Soon he takes control again, starting to thrust on you aggressively and steadily. You scream, the rattle of the bed growing even more strident now, and you become a babbling mess, biting into your hand to try to prevent your loud moans from being heard, a tear falling from the corner of one of your eyes. Aemond laughs amusedly.
"Oh my, you love this, don't you?" 
"Y-y-yes," You stutter, brows furrowed and fists tight on the linen sheet.
"Fuck, you are heavenly," Aemond says. "And all mine." 
"Uh-huh," You agree. "All yours, only yours." 
He slaps the cheek of your ass again. "My princess," His pace becomes faster. "My fucking queen." He leans down, lips kissing your cheek.
In a blink of an eye, you are on your back again, Aemond's managing your body too easily. You bring both your legs up as he inserts his manhood into you, his hand wrapping around your neck as he thrust into you ruthlessly.
You can only moan, holding onto anything you can grasp, it's almost too much and you feel completely wobbly, it feels as if he was made in the most perfect size to send you to the seven heavens and back. His cock hits your cervix unrelenting, his fist tightening around your neck until you can barely breathe, the lack of air only increasing your pleasure, and then…
The knot inside you snaps in a shattering wave, your whole body shaking. It's as if you have left your body entirely and were floating around, your vision whitening and audition failing you. When you come back to your senses, Aemond is grunting lowly and thrusting into you, your cunt wrapping around his cock amazingly, with a husky and strained moan, his face twists in pleasure, eye shut and mouth agape as he spills his seed deep inside you, filling you up and you moan just by watching him. His thrusts get sloppier and weaker as he rides off his peak until his body falls on top of yours, with hitched breath and trembling slightly. You smile, one hand caressing his hair and the other his back, his skin feels almost burning under your touch.
You feel suddenly exhausted, and all you wish to do is close your eyes and succumb to slumber, but you know you cannot. It was already late when you left Hadwyn, and you do not know how much time has passed since the moment Aemond stepped inside the room. Most definitely it was already the hour of the bat, and as a heavy sleeper, you couldn't risk not waking up before dawn, your husband was a very early bird after all. Aemond looks up at you as if guessing the line of your thoughts: the prince was accustomed to you getting sleepy after your passionate activities.
"You may sleep, my beloved," His knuckle brushes against your cheek. "I shall remain awake and wake you up before the sun is up."
You smile softly at him in silent agreement and he gets off you, wrapping your bodies with the thin blanket. You rest your face on Aemond's chest and the prince hugs you closer, caressing your back and your thigh. He sighs contently.
As you quickly fall asleep, Aemond stares at you, the crickets outside the small window and the cackling of the fire are the only noises reaching his ears. He smiles upon your sleeping form, realizing no matter marriage or time, this is where you will always belong: with him, in bed, in his arms, where your heart truly lies.
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The Love of a Daughter
TW: mentions of childbirth
WC: 468
A/N: this was the only piece of writing I have saved from my old blog, RIP.
Aemond had always found you to be beautiful even before you were married, though as a young boy he refused to admit it. You had thick, dark brown curls and piercing amber eyes. Not so different than his mother.
It wasn't your features that were wrong, but who you inherited them from. His mother had told him it was a reminder of his older sisters infidelity.
" I can't do this anymore, Aemond! Please make it stop. It hurts!" You cried. It had been almost 24 hours since your labors began and Aemond hadn't left your side.
“You're almost there, my love. You're doing a great job." Placing a kiss on your sweat-drenched forehead.
“I can't take it anymore! Just cut it out! Get it out!"
"You know we can't do that, my love. I will not risk losing you."
The midwife slid a finger around the base of your opening. All day you had been violated against your will. Childbirth was not only painful, but humiliating. You weren't sure if you would be willing to do this again.
"I can feel the head, Princess. A few more big pushes for me and the babe will be here."
“You hear that? Almost done. Good job, love you."
You squeezed onto Aemond's hand as hard as you could, pushing with all the strength in your body. The harder you pushed, the sooner it would be over. You needed it to be over. Before you knew it, loud cries filled the room. You laid back with a sigh of relief. Finally. She handed the babe to Aemond so you could get cleaned up.
"A girl. Looks just like you, Princess."
"Like me?" You shot up.
"Lay back princess, you need to relax. The midwife told you.”
Throughout your pregnancy there was a fear in the back of your mind, that if the babe inherited your features that Aemond would be disappointed. You were wrong.
"Yes, like you. She's absolutely beautiful.”
He placed the baby in your arms, smiling down at the two of you.
A wave of guilt had crashed over Aemond at the sight of his newborn daughter. As well as your reaction to her looks. Thinking about the torment you endured for those same features in a world full of violet eyes and snow-white hair. How could he have been so cruel to you for something so fickle?
He couldn't help but think about Ser Harwin Strong. And the fact that he probably shared the same thoughts as him the first time he laid eyes on you as a babe. This baby was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the thought of anyone making her to believe anything else made his blood boil. He would simply not allow it. Anyone who even dare whisper a word regarding your daughters features would lose their tongue.
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theship-thewalrus · 1 year
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anything for you
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aemond targaryen x female! reader
aemond is completely infatuated with you, doing anything you could ask
word count: 595 words reading time: about 4 minutes warnings: none
note: this fic can be read as a part two
The silence of the garden provided you some solace from the suffocating energy of the Red Keep. You were an outsider amongst the Targaryens that resided in the Keep. You were no Targaryen, a simple Noblewoman who was granted the privilege of being the handmaid to Helaena Targaryen.
Though the strange girl was often looked down upon for her strange nature. You found her peronsality endearing, a certain innocence not nursed in the cold and cruel Keep. The young woman liked you, often telling you of her thoughts or the secrets she may have heard. Yet she did not know what she told you was not to be meant shared.
Twirling a flower in your hand you keep your eyes cast on the soft petals, despite the sound of footsteps approaching. You knew who it was, the only person who seemed to seek you out at times. The only person who welcomed you to the Keep. Aemond Targaryen was a strange man, one incredibly distant as though he is watching everything from above. A cocky man who loves to show off as he trains. A man that believes he is the smartest in the room at times.
You were unsure if his attention was a good or bad thing, but so far it seemed to only be good. For he was completely devoted to you, mind, body and soul. He would do anything you asked, kill anyone you wished for, and burn countless people if it meant you were together. As he had fallen in love with you.
When he first laid his eyes on you, you both were only young. He still had both his eyes. You were someone who talked to him as though he was an equal, not lesser for not having a dragon. When he was maimed you cared not for the scar on his face, not treating him any differently. You were kind when everyone else was not, the single good thing in his otherwise horrid life.
Stopping in front of you his large frame blocked the sun from your eyes. Only then did you grace him with the (e/c) of your eyes, a content smile on your face. Neither of you spoke, there was no need, as with simple glances you could communicate. Something you both perfected over your years together, hiding under everyone's noses.
"Sit, my dear." Your voice is soft yet commanding, Aemond was quick to sit next to you. He sat so close to you that you could feel the heat radiate off his body. Placing the flower onto your lap you turn to look at him, taking in his appearance. You had asked something of Aemond, something one would ask of a low-life mercenary.
"Is it done?" Your kind and passive nature hind your true selfish intentions. Like most people, you desired power and influence, something that was only gained through wealth or the death of others. Unfortunately for others, you did own have large amounts of wealth. But what you had was something that could not be brought. Pure obsession and deviation from a prince that would watch the world burn if it meant you were happy.
"Of course," was his short reply, the smile on your face grew bigger hearing it was done. Your hand reaches out to hold his, though you remain facing and looking forward. The both of you could not be openly affectionate, but in the comfort of his room tonight you would visit him to thank him for what he had done.
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yovrstruly00 · 1 year
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What if Lucerys Velaryon was born a girl? AND that Aemond Targaryen is head over heels for her instead!
tainted faces | part two
tainted faces | part three
tainted faces | part four
trigger warning: cursing, knives, injuries, Aegon smashing Lyssaera's head on the table, incest (uncle x niece),,
genre: angst?? idk, possible enemies to lovers,,
Lyssaera Velaryon, Aemond fumes at the sight of her. The one who slashed his face with a blade and took his eye. The one who made him look like this, the one who made him hideous to look at. How can someone so beautiful be the source of all his pain?
Aemond scans her carefully during supper, as she grins and smirks when a roasted pig is placed before him. He slams his fist on the table and takes his goblet, drawing the attention of everyone in the dining hall. He raises his goblet, starting a toast.
"A final tribute," he starts. "To the health of my nephews and niece, Jace, Lyssaera, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, beautiful, wise..." he pauses as he purses his lip.
"strong," he continued, mockery behind his voice.
"Aemond" the queen calls out to him.
"Come! Let us drain our cups to these three strong-" he said, but was cut off by Jacaerys.
"I dare you say that again." Jacaerys taunted.
"Why? It was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?" The whole table gasped when Jacaerys took his fist to Aemond's face. Lyssaera stood up, but Aegon crashed her head on the table, making Alicent shout at him.
"Enough!" Alicent shouts. Aemond chuckled as the guards restrained Jacaerys. "Why would you say such a thing in front of these people?" Alicent rushed to Aemond. "I was nearly expressing how proud I am of my family mother, but it seems my nephew and niece aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond said.
"You fucking cunt! Let go of me!" Lyssaera shouts at Aegon, who is still holding her down. Aegon scoffs and releases Lyssaera. Once Aegon released his hold on her, she slapped Aemond on the face.
"Lyssaera!" Daemon shouted, making his way to his stepdaughter. Lyssaera made a mistake looking back at him. Aemond took his blade from the knife holster attached to the belt on his waist as held her neck, choking her.
"Aemond let her go!" Alicent and Rhaenyra shouted. Aemond did not hesitate swiftly slicing Lyssaera's cheek, making her scream in pain. Aemond was pulled away by his grandfather, just as Lyssaera was caught by Daemon. Lyssaera's screams filled the whole dining hall. Blood was running down her neck, arms, and to her dress. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys rushed towards Lyssaera as she was crying in pain. The salt in her tears touched her sliced skin. Daemon stood in front of his family and Aemond.
"Painful isn't it? This seems all too familiar, don't you agree? Look at yourself, we are now both terrifying to look at. Scarred for a lifetime. No men or lords will wed you in that condition. No man will wed a woman like you, a woman with a hideous scar on her face." Aemond hissed, anger evident in his voice. He didn't care about the angry eyes on him. At the moment, all he cared about was her. The way she was looking at him. The hatred and pain in her eyes. Aemond looked at the sliced skin, the slice running from the upper point of her cheek to her upper lip, it was deep, deep enough to leave an ugly scar. A scar that will remind her of him.
That late in the night, Lyssaera's wails filled the Red Keep as well as Aemond's ears. He cringes as he recalls the night when Lyssaera took his eye. That night, while the maesters were stitching up his eye and skin, he cried out in agony. Guilt consumes him as he considers how he ruined her dangerously beautiful yet angelic face. A beauty for which any man would die for. A beauty for which any man would fight for. But Aemond is not simply a man, because men do not ride dragons. And with this, he would not let any low life man pursue his Lyssaera. He smirks at the thought that no man would wed her because of the scar he carved out on her face. A scar that will remind every living person that Lyssaera Velaryon was his and only his.
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insomniakisses · 11 months
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Could you write about how aemond would act if he found out that the person he's been sneaking around with got pregnant
Pleasant Surprises
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Character: Aemond Targaryen (HOTD)
Reader type: g/n, AFAB
Warnings/notes: swear words, mentions of sex, hinted sex, pregnancy, aegon being an ass, your rhaenyras daughter u can choose adopted or not.
Taglist: @introverbatim, @neobanguniverse,
Part 2
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The obnoxious sound of Aegon’s drunken cheering and stumbling disrupted the prince from his late night reading. Rolling his eye he went in search of his brother hoping to spare a maid or two from him.
Opening the door of his chambers he was met with a very disgruntled Alicent trying and failing to get Aegon to bed. Seeing the pleading look on his mother’s face he nods grabbing his brothers arm and helping drag him away.
“Its.. amazing… news… tru-ly won…derful” his brother snickers.
Confused, Aemond takes a look to his mother who seems disinterested rolling her eyes and shaking her head in response to her eldest sons mutterings.
“What is wonderful, dear brother?” He forces out, attempting niceties hoping it will help in his brother granting him an answer.
“Y/N, our dearest older sisters slut of a daughter,” Aegon snarks out, smirking when his mother inhales sharply and he feels a low rumble get stuck in his brother’s throat. “She’s pregnant, I heard her discussing it with the maesters. “
Aemond’s body freezes his mind going straight to the countless nights he had spent in your chambers, the night when it seemed the only comfort he could find was in you. And how a few weeks ago that meeting turned into something a little more intimate. Both of you needing a little more comfort, something more. He found himself flushing at the thought.
——————— T H A T N I G H T ———————
“I can practically hear you thinking” he muses, turning the page of the book in his hand.
He was not expecting the pillow that made contact with his face a moment later. A shocked chuckle escaping he grasped the pillow making an effort to move slow as he git closer and closer to where you sat on the bed. Enjoying the stifled giggles you let out in response.
He knew how easily he could spook you waiting for you to get used to his slow movements then in a swift motion he had pounced playfully hitting ur face with the pillow. Relaxing in the happy laughter you release.
“My prince! How unbecoming of you to attack a lady!” You remark at him he smirks and rolls his eyes as he pauses his assault for you both to catch your breaths.
Only now does he realise how close you are, his body pining yours down softly noses almost touching. A blush escapes on his face, matching yours that he had failed to realise.
“My lady…” he trails off feeling your hands undo his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders. “Y/N, if you don’t stop-“ you don’t let him finish pulling him closer by his belt.
He lets out a deep groan, reaching down to unbuckle his pants and reaching to pull your night dress up and out of the way.
“Your sure?” He asks almost unsure that you really want to be with him in such way but you simply nod pulling him into a soft kiss as he lines himself up pushing into you softly.
———— E N D O F F L A S H B A C K ————
“Mother, arrange a meeting with my father the king and Princess Rhaenyra” he rushes out, dropping his brother without a care as he runs off to your chambers.
Entering without knocking freezing when he sees your mother and daemon talking to you. The former confused at his rude entry and the later with his hand on his sword ready to escort him out.
But he stands there frozen looking at you in a way he has never seen before, politely he nods his head at your mother and step father informing them there is a meeting with the king and queen consort. He steps to the side to let them leave.
The second he hears the door shut he moves yo you wrapping his arms around you and nosing at your head.
“Aemond!” You exclaim, “what are you doing?”
“Is it true? Are you with child, my child?” He asks his eye full of hope causing your gaze to soften as you nod softly. Smiling when he falls to his knees kissing your clothed stomach.
“Marry me.” Its more of a demand than a question, while you know he’d never make you do so you also know that you haven’t a choice in the matter really. Your heart swells at the idea of marrying the man you love. Your mind forgetting just how much your families dislike each other even if just for a moment.
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Part 2? 👀
7/5/23 - part 2 coming soon!
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multific · 11 months
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King’s Landing Market
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Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary: You just wanted to go to the market, you never expected to get hurt.
When Aemond kicked the door open, everyone inside jumped, including you.
The healer just finished putting a bandage onto your finger.
"Leave us!" Aemond barked as everyone quickly left. 
He was quiet, the room felt extremely cold, but it could be just his stare.
You knew he was waiting for an explanation. 
"I went to the market. I had guards with me, they wanted to take my jewelry when the guards were distracted. When the guards realized what was happening, they panicked. They snatched my ring, but by doing so they broke my finger." you showed Aemond your wrapped up pinky.
"You shouldn't have been there in the first place."
"I told you I wished to go and see the merchants. I told you I would go even if you disagree."
"And you got hurt as a result."
"It is only a finger."
"You should have disguised yourself better. Or you should have listened and didn't go in the first place."
"I heard the market holds a special event. People from all over the world would come to sell. I wished to see it. But I got robbed even before I could get to the first one." you pouted as you looked at your hands.
"I hope you learned from it." Aemond said before he turned and left the room.
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The next day, once again, you were getting ready. 
"And where are you going?" Aemond's voice startled you.
"To the market."
"Did you learn nothing?!"
"Two thieves are not going to derail me from my goal. I wish to purchase goods! I wish to see what they have to offer. I heard they have special silks and treats."
"You cannot go."
"I will go Aemond, you could either come with me or stay here. But I am going."
You said as you quickly put your bag around you. You looked at him, not moving.
"I know you are worried. Come with me then, it would be a good time." you offered a small smile to him, hoping it would help him.
And it did. 
"I shall go with you then."
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Walking around with Aemond wasn't exactly how you imagined it when yesterday you suggested the idea to him.
You hoped it would be a romantic day, but it turned into Aemond looming over you like a guard dog, scaring people with his hood up and eyepatch.
You tried to ignore him and walked in between the merchants.
Something caught your eye.
A lovely pair of earrings.
"My Lady! Your taste is amazing, those are made out of real sapphire." you held the earrings in your hands, you really did like them.
"How much for them?"
"They are only two golds, My Lady." you dug into your pocket and fished out two golds and handed them to the merchant who smiled at you.
You put the earrings away before moving to a new shop.
You noticed glass jars with what looked like candles in them.
"My Lady, good day. Would you be interested? These are candles."
"Never seen something like this."
"They are scented."
"Oh? How so?"
"My lovely wife's idea. You light it and it gives the room a lovely smell. Here, try it, this one smells of lavender." Aemond observing everyone around you.
"I am not too fond of lavenders I'm afraid."
"No problem, how about a more fruity scent? Perhaps strawberry?" you nodded and the merchant handed you a jar.
"This smells really lovely. So sweet. Your wife is wonderful."
"Thank you, My Lady." the man now looked at Aemond. "Would your husband like to smell?" he tried to hand Aemond a jar but Aemond only turned. 
"I'm afraid as long as you don't sell weapon-scented ones, he wouldn't be so interested." you giggled it made the merchant laugh as Aemond just rolled his eyes. "I would like to buy one of the strawberry, the vanilla and what is this?"
"It is mint."
"One of that as well please." 
"Of course, just do not put them next to curtains, please blow them out if you head to bed. Wouldn't want your house to be burnt down."
"Of course." you handed him the money before taking the items. "I should have bought a basket." you smiled at Aemond before heading towards the food items.
"Do you plan on buying everything?" his voice came out harsher than he intended.
"Possibly. It is your money after all." you looked serious. Perhaps way too serious for Aemond to say if you were joking or not. But of course you were. "No need to be so harsh Aemond." you smiled at him as he watched you walk to yet another merchant.
Aemond would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't happy to spend the day with you. 
He loved it very much, that whenever you found something, let that be a dress or fabric or jewellery, your eyes started to shine so beautifully. 
But he knew he had to be vigilant. He would not let anything like yesterday happen again. Every time he caught a glimpse of the wrap on your finger, he was reminded of that. 
But he also noticed just how kind and sweet you were when you talked with the people.
A lady just sold you some chocolate-covered nuts. 
"Try one." you said offering one to Aemond, he thought you would hand it to him, but no, you raised your fingers to his lips and he would take it like that. Aemond wasn't one for sweets, but this, he truly did enjoy. Maybe it was because they came from you. He wasn't sure. "Do you like it?" you asked so sweetly.
"Hm." his reply was simple, but you were used to it. You grabbed his hand, feeling bolder as you pulled him with you.
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After dinner, you were back in your chamber, getting ready for bed, you brushed your hair.
You smiled as you softly hummed a tune.
What an amazing day you had.
Even if you and Aemond didn't marry out of love, you two still found companionship within each other.
You smiled as Aemond entered the room.
The soft scent of vanilla hit his nose as he noticed the candle lit by your side.
You soon finished with your hair as you blew out the candle and headed to bed.
Aemond was already in bed by the time you joined him.
You laid on your side, extending your hand and placed it on his chest.
"I had fun today." you whispered to him. "Wish we could do it more often. I really enjoyed my time with you, Husband."
Aemond's fingers soon found your wraps as he let out a sigh as he felt you flinch a little when he touched your hurt pinky.
"I should have been there. This wouldn't have happened."
"I'm just said I lost the ring. I quite liked that one you know."
"I will have hundreds more made."
"No need. At least the necklace you gave me is not gone. I like that one much more." you closed your eyes, ready to sleep when you heard him speak up.
"I enjoyed today quite as well, Wife." you hummed as he pulled your hand to his lips. He turned to face you, watching you as you drifted off to sleep.
"I can't sleep if you stare at me." you whispered, giggling a little before opening your eyes and meeting his. You moved close to him, placing your head under his chin, and wrapping your arms around him.
You let out one last sigh before falling off to sleep.
Aemond soon followed.
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♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : pg-13 in this part, 18+ for potential later parts ♡ word count : 2.3k ♡ warnings: violence, talks of d wording and k wording, and a pg 13 kiss ♡ summary : To most of Westeros, you are the dangerous leader of an antimonarchist rebellion. To Prince Aemond, you are both the bane of his existence and the object of all his desires. This is the story of your first encounter. ♡ an : i’m thinking about turning this oneshot into a smutty miniseries of what happens after aemond finally captures his white whale (aka the reader), but i’d like to see the interest level! comment/send me an ask with your thoughts if you feel strongly!
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Your lungs burned. The dusty ground seemed to rise up to meet your bruised feet as you raced across the market square. You turned around to see your pursuers shoving the crowds aside and starting small skirmishes with farmers.
You weren’t sure how you’d been found. You chose Oldtown specifically because it was a large city that you had yet to visit, one where you would theoretically be able to blend in. Trying to find you should have been extremely difficult, if not impossible. Like finding a particular needle in a pile of needles. But apparently, you couldn’t even attempt to barter for eggs without sticking out like a sore thumb. It was those damnable posters the City Watch of King’s Landing had put out. They got your nose wrong, they always did, but it was clearly close enough to draw suspicion from the masses.
The City Watch had been trying to capture you for months now, but they could not move fast enough to actually get close and pose a threat. You made sure to avoid spending any more time than strictly necessary in King’s Landing, and instead moved from kingdom to kingdom haphazardly. Being outside the City Watch’s jurisdiction meant they had to spend valuable time placating the lord of whatever place you were in to allow them to question and investigate their citizens. This time, the City Watch seemed to have completely skipped the placating step and went straight to hunting you in the streets.
You took a quick glance behind you and saw a glint of bronze a few yards away. You cursed and looked around for an escape route that didn’t depend on you being able to outrun your pursuants. A few feet in front of you, a stack of boxes led up to a third story balcony with open doors. The climb seemed precarious, but you figured a fall would be safer than staring down the point of a broadsword.
You purposely knocked over two stands of tomatoes and onions, ignoring the protests of the merchants behind the stalls, and began climbing as the commotion behind you blocked the way of the guards. Once you were able to get a foothold on the balcony, you toppled the boxes behind you, hitting a few guards in the face. You smirked to yourself in satisfaction and dashed into the open flat, slamming the doors behind you.
The occupants of the room, three beautiful young ladies, stared at you in shock. You gave them a sheepish look.
“You have a lovely home,” you said as you shuffled to the exit and snatched a bottle of wine and a silk scarf off a table. “Mind if I borrow this? It’s for a good cause. Thanks!”
You swept out of the room and made your way into the hallway. You pulled the cork out of the bottle with your teeth, spitting it onto the ground and taking a swig. It was a sweet wine, one that would be a pity to waste, but you couldn’t afford to get drunk on the run. You smashed the bottle against a wall to create a makeshift weapon as you headed to the roof.
The midday sun beat against your skin relentlessly. There were no coverings, no buildings, and no people to provide shadows for you to take shelter in. Up here, you were completely exposed to the elements. And to potential enemies. You needed to find a way to get back on the ground without being followed.  
You wrapped the scarf around your neck, carefully securing it in place. Taking a deep breath, you sprinted across the roof and jumped onto the top of another building, just barely making it over the parapet. You placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart and let out a surprised laugh. Okay, you could do this.
You ran across six roofs before you finally landed on top of a building with an unlocked door you could sneak into. You lifted your scarf over your head, carefully covering your nose and mouth and headed inside.
The first thing you noticed was how unusually quiet the building was. It was only after the door slammed behind you that you realized you had walked into a trap.
“Miss Y/N,” a voice spoke.
You froze and turned around. An unfamiliar man with long, pale hair and a patch covering his right eye stood at the bottom of the narrow stairwell you were in. He was tall, broad, and hauntingly handsome. Blessed with a sharp jawline and an angular nose, it would not be an exaggeration to call the stranger the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was dressed seemingly plainly in a white linen shirt and black breeches, perhaps not looking to draw attention to himself. But you had enough experience with the wealthy to notice the distinct lack of stains on his pristine shirt and expensive calfskin material of his boots.
This man was almost certainly nobility, and there was only one noble you knew of that donned an eyepatch. The man who stood before you was Prince Aemond Targaryen. Son of the late King Viserys and Queen Alicent Hightower. Hightower. You had made a grave miscalculation. “Prince Aemond,” you said, attempting to mask the surprise in your tone while you tried to stall for time. “You are quite far from your castle.”
An insincere, flat smile crept across the prince’s face. “Oldtown was once my mother’s home. She spoke fondly of it, but I had not the opportunity to visit it until now. I suppose I should say I’m grateful.”
You said nothing, your mind too preoccupied with attempting to calculate an escape route. Whoever had planned this ambush was meticulous in their research. There were only two viable exits. One behind you, which you knew to be locked, and one behind Prince Aemond. If you could just get around him, maybe you could find a window to climb out of.
“I think you will find getting around me to be a difficult task, indeed,” Prince Aemond said, his voice as soft and melodic as the summer wind.
“Difficult, but not impossible,” you said, pointing out his choice of words.
At that, he chuckled. “You are as clever as they say. You know, the king had the previous Commander of the City Watch replaced after he failed to capture you during the riot you started in King’s Landing two weeks ago.”
You furrowed your brows. You certainly weren’t sorry to see Ser Robert Waters go, but he had been a convenient enemy. In fact, you could probably credit Ser Waters’s ineptitude for your rise. An intelligent military official would have had enough foresight to squash your rebellion when it was just you. Now it would take a considerable amount of effort to quell the flames you had fanned.
But, you mused, it wouldn’t be impossible to douse the fires completely. And this new Commander, whoever he was, was a far greater threat than you had anticipated if he was able to catch up with you so quickly after being promoted and ensure Prince Aemond, one of the greatest swordsmen alive, was the one to trap you. You had to watch your step carefully and gather as much information as you could.
“Well, goody for all of you. Who do I send the letter of congratulations out to?”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to be asking questions,” he said as he began climbing the stairs to approach you.
You took a sharp breath and steeled yourself. You already knew the only chance of escape you had was behind Aemond, and he was not going to simply allow you to pass. You would have to fight your way through him. While you did have the benefit of the high ground, Aemond was undoubtedly stronger and far more skilled at fighting than you were. Your weapons had always been your words. Besting him would take a literal miracle, but you chose to shove that thought aside. No use prematurely mourning yourself. You needed to keep your wits about you.
“Listen, I don’t want to have to fight you,” Aemond said, his expression surprisingly earnest. “If you come quietly, I’ll make sure the king doesn’t execute you for your crimes. You have my word.”
“Oh, how generous,” you said, pouting mockingly. “Unfortunately, I’m going to have to pass. Rotting away in a jail cell sounds even less appealing than having my head chopped off.”
Aemond hummed at your statement as he stopped halfway up the staircase. “That can also be arranged.”
“Maybe some other time. I’m not quite ready to meet the gods yet, I’ve got some sins I need to atone for first.”
Aemond moved into a fighting stance, placing one foot on the stair in front of him. “You won’t make it past me.”
“Won’t. Can’t. Shouldn’t. Sounds like a challenge to me.”
He laughed in disbelief. “You must be mad.”
“Barking,” you said with a smile, before lunging at him.
With the element of surprise and the higher ground, you were able to use your momentum to knock the both of you down the stairs. Aemond had taken the majority of the damage, acting as your unwitting cushion as the two of you tumbled down the stone steps. When you had stopped at the first landing, Aemond hissed in annoyance underneath you and quickly dispatched you of your only weapon, throwing it against a wall and shattering the bottle into thousands of glittering green shards.
He then grabbed you by your elbows and looked at you sternly, as if he was scolding an unruly child. “I do not want to fight you, Y/N.”
“Little late for that,” you grunted before pulling back and knocking your head against his.
The move had been severely painful for you, but it had achieved its goal of getting Aemond to let go of you long enough for you to scramble away. You stood up and swayed a bit while moving into a defensive stance. Not good. You wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer. But you couldn’t give up. Not now, not ever.
You knew why Aemond was so insistent on taking you alive. They wanted to parade you around as an example. To show off the might of the king and his army. To show that resistance was futile. If they caught you, it would be the end of you and any hope the citizens of your kingdom had of ever being free of the tyranny of feudalism.
No, your options were to live free or die fighting. Who knows, perhaps you would find even more success in martyrdom.
Aemond groaned as he slowly got up, rubbing at his temple with a frown set on his lips. “I see I underestimated you.”
“Well, there’s more where that came from,” you threatened, raising your fists in front of your face.
“Y/N, please. I’ve been trained to kill since birth. The only reason you still stand is because, as I’ve stated before, I do not wish to lay hands on you.”
“Since birth, huh? Clearly you weren’t trained very well.”
Aemond took a deep breath in and sighed. He relaxed his shoulders and looked you directly in your eyes. “Y/N. I do not want to hurt you.”
You scoffed in disbelief. “You don’t want to hurt me?”
You didn’t give Aemond a second to respond before launching yourself at him again. This time, he was prepared enough to dodge your attack, sending you crashing into a wall. You screamed in frustration and turned around, looking at a passive faced Aemond with wild eyes.
“You monarchists have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t want to hurt me? You’re already hurting me! You think being hunted across the country is fun? Do you think I enjoy seeing my fellow countrymen suffer at the hands of your greed? If you want to take me, you will have to kill me. Because I will never, ever agree to come willingly.”
At that, Aemond finally drew his sword and pointed it at you. You took a shuddering breath, waiting for him to finally drive it into your heart and end you. Instead, he walked closer and closer, until your breaths mingled and you could practically taste the flavor of mint on his tongue.
“I don’t think you understand your position here. You cannot make demands of me. I promised my brother I would bring you back alive, and I shall do just that,” Aemond whispered, his gaze searing into yours.
He had you cornered. There was nowhere you could go that wouldn’t lead to his broadsword being buried in your chest. So, you did the only thing you could do.
You surged forward and smashed your mouth against his.
The kiss was anything but sweet. Your lips met in a bruising press that was more painful than pleasurable, but the unanticipated maneuver shocked him into dropping his weapon. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kicked his sword away, pulling him so close that there was not an inch of your body that wasn’t connected to his. After a tense moment, Aemond sighed into the kiss and closed his uncovered eye. He wrapped his arms around your waist and corrected the angle of his head so that your noses didn’t get in the way when he brushed his soft lips against yours.
You had been kissed before, but no one had ever made you feel the way Aemond made you feel. Sparks rushed to your head and your toes, making you feel even dizzier than falling down the stairs had. You almost forgot why you were even kissing him in the first place, until you felt his cold fingertips slip under your shirt and his tongue beginning to press against the seam of your lips. You squeaked and loosened your hold around his neck as your eyes flew open.
You made a fist and slammed it directly against his temple as hard as you could. The move didn’t knock him out like you had hoped, but it disoriented him just enough for you to make a quick escape from the prison of his arms. You grabbed the sword he had dropped and pointed it at him as you reached for the doorknob behind you.
“You’re good, but not as good as me,” you smirked. “Thanks for the sword, Aemond.”
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