#for the aemond girlies *passes out*

[pettyprocrastination]

thinking about how as Aemond’s wife you are the model of perfection. 

Your back is straight as you curtsy when you first meet him and hair neatly braided with fine jewels. Your voice is even and never waivers as you speak to him of your family and how grateful they are for this union. 

You are intelligent and beautiful, the perfect wife. 

It’s why Aemond hardly ever spends time with you. 

He bears no ill will toward you, of course. There is no resentment or hatred to his lady wife, but there are no fond feelings either. 

He knows of courting and romance, his mother taught him everything from a young age. The poor woman would hold her son’s hands tight and explain that a man must not only respect his wife, but truly cherish her. Love her in the eyes of gods and men. As he grew older he noticed the way his father would wave off her constant advice and concerns until the dreaded night where she was the only one defending him after he lost his eye.

But practice was one thing. When you were nothing but a concept. A figment of Aemond’s imagination when he was ten and marriage was only spoken of during his lessons. Before he lost his eye. Before he heard the ladies of the court whispering about his mutilation and before he watched a whore flinch at the sight of his scarring when Aegon dragged him to a brothel on his thirteenth name day. 

He learned then that no matter how much he would love and worship his wife, it would not be returned. 

Rather than attempt to force it (he was no brute and had no intentions of doing something so cruel) he simply let you be by yourself. 

Yes you were married. You sat by one another at every meal and formal event and on the rare occasion he would even ask for your hand in a dance. But Aemond’s affections toward you were few and far to find. 

But there were moments. 

Where his icy facade would weaken and you found yourself able to slip through the cracks. 

Alicent had told you of his “moments” when the engagement had been announced. The queen herself taking you by the hand as you walked through the garden and explaining gently of Aemond’s condition. 

“There are times where he feels a great deal of pain because of the-” She paused, chewing on her cheek while trying to find the most inoffensive way to describe the tragedy that befell her son. “-incident he had as a child.” 

You knew enough of it. Many rumors flew through court the day Aemond targaryen walked in with a patch on his eye after Laenor Velaryan’s funeral at driftmark. Some day it was from a sparring incident, others say it was a mark he bore from the first time he mounted the mighty vhaegar. Others say that the Rouge Prince Daemon Targaryen himself gave it to his younger cousin after crude words were exchanged behind closed doors. 

You didn’t know what was the truth. Aside from the day the princeling got his scar, was the same he got his dragon.

A fair trade, some would say. 

But they didn’t live with the attacks he did. 

Nerve damage, is what the maester’s called it when you asked them for more information. His wound may have healed years prior but the prince would continue to live his life with constant bouts of mind-numbing pain brought on by the slightest touch or too sharp of a wind to his cheek. 

“Senseless fits.” Aegon called it. When he heard about your curiosity about his brother’s condition he had all but cornered you late at night in the hall. “Anything will set him off and send him throwing a tantrum like a belligerent child. It’s quite entertaining.” 

But there’s a moment where the elder brother frowns and you see a shred of concern in his eyes. 

“He doesn’t like to be touched during those moments. It makes the pain worse. So if you’re trying to find some way to comfort him I’d recommend you do something else.” 

What was ‘something else’ you learned, was simply being there. 

Sitting by his side when he curled into himself, trembling fingers reaching out to grab yours and not complaining when his nails dig into the palm of your hand as he cries out in pain. When his breath evens out and the pain subsides, he crawls to you and presses his face to the crook of your neck. He’s far too tired to cover the gnarled scar covering the side of his face but you show no fear or disgust at the sight of it. Your fingers run through his hair, gently combing back the silver tresses and ignoring the tears that stain the shoulder of your gown. 

The next morning your husband would wake in your arms and takes a moment to watch your peaceful expression and the way the morning sun kisses your skin. 

That day Alicent notices her son sits closer to you at breakfast, speaking softly to you of something she cannot understand. But when she sees his hand reach out and grasp yours, she smiles. 

[flowerandblood]

The Crime and Punishment (2)

[modern! lawyer • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: sex content, age gap, smut, angst, domination kink, sexual tension]

[description: Aemond becomes a co-owner of one of the largest law firms in the area. He is invited to cooperate by one of the best lawyers he knows. While working in the evenings on further matters at his house, he meets his daughter, much younger than him, whose behavior gives him sleepless nights. Anon Request: Age gap, domination, lots of sexual tension and guilt.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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A few days had passed since he touched her for the first time. They both tried to pretend that nothing had happened. They did not look at each other and did not speak to each other. There was tension between them as they were left alone in the room. It felt like some kind of competition.

Her father often asked her for help in the law firm. Mostly when it comes to documentation. Of course, they had everything electronically stored, but they also had to have copies of the files in separate folders and binders in case something happened.

Aemond hated messy paperwork. She'd seen him scolding his assistant many times for not being able to arrange them properly and for putting them all over the place.

As far as she knew, the girl also studied law and did an apprenticeship with him. But she didn't seem to be able to handle the pressure and demands he placed on her.

"Leave it. Go home now. I'll take care of it." She said to her once, putting her backpack on a chair.

It was hot despite the air conditioning. For this reason she decided to wear a dress with small flowers, pretty and girly, with a triangle neckline. The girl looked at her gratefully.

"Thank you. I owe you lunch." She sputtered tiredly, putting down the pages she had been sorting. She packed her things from her desk and left.

She went to work, standing at the table where all the documentation from the previous month was spread out. From a drawer she took a piece of divider and a marker.

She knew what he liked.

Each client was to have their own binder. Inside, each case was to be separated by a red sheet with its number, date and table of contents - so you could see where one began and the other ended.

They had to be accurately described. The case was to be divided into parts: the evidences, the opinions of the experts, their discussions recorded by ear, the testimonies of the witnesses, the testimony of the client himself, the evidences of the prosecutor's office.

This order had to be followed, no other. Each part should be arranged logically, fragments of the statements of the same witnesses were to be arranged one after the other, so as not to look for them further. If there were any small notes or footnotes among the papers, they had to be stapled to the relevant document they concerned with a stapler.

She arranged everything with care. She put the sheets of paper into piles, and then put everything as one part into a binder. She flinched when she heard his voice behind her.

"What are you doing?" He asked coldly, standing in the doorway. She wondered how long he had been watching her silently.

She went back to her work, pretending she wasn't impressed by the sight of him in a tight, thin black turtleneck hugging his chest. She wondered how it was possible that he wasn't too hot inside.

"I'm putting together your documentation." She said softly as she stapled the two sheets together.

"Where is Hannah?" He asked indifferently, walking over to the table where she stood, roughly leafing through one of the binders that she had just set aside.

"I sent her home because she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Should I call her?" She asked as she tucked pieces of paper into a plastic sleeve. A momentary silence answered her.

"No." He said finally, without commenting further, sitting down at his desk. She knew it was a sign that she was doing her job well and he couldn't find anything to complain about.

She decided that she would work standing up since she led such a sedentary lifestyle. She allowed him to look at her long, shapely legs without restriction. She wondered if he was just thinking about how soft her skin felt when he touched her.

She heard him start typing on his laptop. He was probably replying to a client. She glanced at her watch - it was seven o'clock in the evening. She wondered when he rested.

She had heard that he had dumped his long-time partner, Alys, precisely because she wanted him to give up his career and start a family with her. In six years of relationship he hadn't even proposed to her, and her biological clock was ticking.

Turns out they have other priorities in life.

She guessed he wasn't a sexual ascetic, but she knew he hadn't had a long-term relationship with anyone since then. She wasn't going to be his adventure. One of the smiling journalists or clerks that he could fuck once in the back room. She wanted him to die of despair because of her.

A knock on the open door snapped her out of her thoughts. Daemon, a close friend of her father's for many years, stood there. He was a well-known forensic pathologist, helping them with their cases and determining the possible course of events. He often came to visit them and helped her father when her mother left them and he struggled with depression, unable to get out of bed.

"Would you like a quick snack before the restaurant downstairs closes?" He asked lightly, smiling out of the corner of his mouth.

She thought that he always looked very good. His slicked-back hair, gallant smile, unbuttoned jacket, casually buttoned shirt. He was a very handsome man, and she thought it was great that he'd asked her that in front of Aemond. She smiled broadly.

"Of course." She said lightly and glanced at Aemond who was glaring at her from his laptop. "Do you mind? I promise I'll finish it today. I have the keys to the office." She said calmly.

He looked away, starting typing again on his laptop. His lips were pressed into a thin line.

"No."

***

She and Daemon sat at one of the tables. It was practically empty around them because all the offices, except theirs, were already closed. Daemon ordered a drink, she took tea and a piece of chocolate cake. He stared at her for a moment in concentration.

"How are you?" He asked finally, taking a sip of his drink. She looked at him from under her long lashes and smiled slightly.

"All right." She answered briefly, taking a piece of cake on a small fork into her mouth. Daemon looked at her expectantly.

"You still don't speak to her?" He asked finally. She looked at him with furrowed brows.

"No, Dad." She said maliciously, giving him a warning look. He laughed at her words and shook his head.

"You're going to have to do it eventually." He grunted as he took a sip from his glass. She sighed heavily, looking away.

"My dad told you to talk to me?" She asked tired. She hated bringing it up again. It was a closed chapter for her. Daemon stared at her silently.

"He worries about you." He finally said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

There was something rakish and youthful about him, a certain arrogance and energy that always impressed her. She couldn't be mad at him. She smiled pityingly.

"I know. But I don't think I have to explain anything. Not even to you." She said, as she popped a piece of cake into her mouth and ate deliberately, keeping her eyes on him. He looked at her thoughtfully. He didn't speak for a moment.

"You know that if you need to talk, you can always count on me." He said finally. She smiled warmly at him.

"I know."

***

After a few minutes they got up and said goodbye. He was already on his way home and she was climbing the stairs up to their office. On the way she met her father, who was running downstairs in a hurry.

"There's a new witness in the case. I need to question him. Can you get yourself an Uber home?" He asked, grabbing her by the shoulders. She shivered with excitement at the thought of being alone with Aemond in the office.

"Yes, don't worry." She said lightly. He nodded and ran downstairs.

She walked slowly down the corridor thinking hard about what she should do. She decided that the best option was to let him look at her. She knew that just being alone with each other would make the tension unbearable for them. She decided that there was no reason to exaggerate and to show him anything more than she herself wanted.

She entered the code and heard a confirmation beep that the password was correct. She went inside and walked through the glass walls to the only room with a light on.

She saw with surprise that he got hot after all, and he was left in just a tight black T-shirt, a nice little watch with a black strap on his wrist. He was leaning over the papers on the table she had been dealing with.

He gave her a quick glance, eyeing her up and down, as if to see if she really had eaten something or if she was doing something else with Daemon. Deciding to pretend not to see it, she stood next to him, getting to work without saying a word.

He sorted the sheets and documents as he saw fit, handing them to her and telling her the client's name and case number. She wrote it down, working with complete concentration, her small hands slipping the pages into plastic sleeves and placing them in the correct order into binders.

She smelled the intense scent of his cologne water and felt with amusement that her nipples hardened slightly, her insides clenched, hot and moist. She thought it was ridiculous how much he affected her.

She glanced thoughtfully at his large hands, lines of veins showing through their skin. He had slender fingers. She remembered how nice their touch felt on her skin, and a pleasant shiver ran through her. She turned her head as she went back to work. She closed several ready-made binders and walked over to the regiment, clearing space and putting them in their proper place.

She heard him move and stand behind her. Her movements slowed in tension, wondering what he would do. She felt him place one of the files on the shelf above her head, placing it on top of the others. She could feel his breath and the warmth of his body. Her heart was pounding like crazy.

Slowly she slid the last of the binders into place, her hand trembling slightly. She felt that he hadn't moved away, his hand still searching for something just above her. She knew he was pretending.

She placed her hands on the shelf in front of her, not moving. She felt that he wanted her to turn to face him, to show with her eyes how much she wanted him. She decided she wouldn't give him the satisfaction and waited for him to pull away.

A strong, aggressive shudder went through her, as she felt his fingertips brushing against the side of her thigh. He guided them as he had done then, up and down, lifting her dress slightly, so that once in a while he could see the fabric of her panties. She swallowed hard, feeling her own wetness between her thighs.

Her fingers tightened on the shelf in front of her and she leaned forward slightly, her buttocks landing on his pants right behind her. They both sucked in a sharp breath as her butt pressed against the bulge hidden under his fly. His hand tightened around her buttock as she began to rub innocently up and down against him, feeling the pleasure of him throbbing under her.

"Stop." He whispered softly. She wondered if he was trying to convince himself or her.

"Just do it." She said softly, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt him freeze, his breath caught in his throat.

They were panting softly, rubbing against each other slowly and intensely, she could feel him completely hard now. His thumb pushed the material of her panties aside, exposing her wet, fleshy structure to him, all hot and throbbing. He ran his thumb over her entry, lapping it in her fluids, his breath quivering slightly.

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly, unsure of himself. She had never heard him talk to anyone like that before. It turned her on even more. All she wanted was for him to fuck her.

"Yes." She whispered softly, her lips quivering slightly, her face pressing against the bookcase in front of her.

She began to breathe faster when she heard the sudden sound of the belt from his pants being unfastened and his fly being unzipped. She felt him pull her panties down to her knees.

She couldn't suppress a soft moan of delight as she felt his huge, throbbing manhood begin to rub against her, sticky with her wetness. He held her buttocks, parting her in front of him, his cock literally slithering over her dripping entrance.

"Are you so wet for Daemon too?" He asked low and mean, his voice quivering slightly, his fingers tightening on her skin. She smiled to herself, breathing deeply through her mouth, unable to bear the tension between her thighs. His jealousy was like a honey to her ears.

"Are you trying to accuse me of something, Your Honor?" She asked lightly, wetting her lips with her saliva, her fingers tightening on the shelf in front of her.

She gasped as she felt him grab her by the throat and pull her higher, until his mouth was at her ear. She was surprised that she liked it. He wasn't violent, but he was determined. He didn't want to give her control.

"Yes. I think you like an older man to fuck you well." He hissed softly into her ear, her lips parting slightly.

"So what are you waiting for?" She asked quietly. Silence answered her, his body froze for a moment.

She moaned loudly, suddenly feeling him deep inside her. Her lips parted in shock as he filled her so much that he barely fit. He must have been just as surprised, because a helpless, short moan escaped his lips. She wondered if she would be able to get more of such wonderful sounds out of him.

His cock began to move inside her, and they both gasped loudly, unable to contain themselves or pretend they weren't enjoying it. He slid in and out of her in an intense, hard rhythm, his throbbing cock rubbing against the soft, moist, sensitive skin inside her.

His balls hit her ass with a wet slap each time he thrust into her again. She couldn't help but moan loudly every time he rubbed against the spot inside her that her fingers always sought when she touched herself. Hearing this, he began to fuck her there on purpose, making her pant in pleasure.

"So close already?" He asked ironically, speeding up, his thighs wet with her juices hitting her with a loud, sticky slap, her fleshy, hot walls pressing desperately around him.

They both breathed heavily, feeling they wouldn't last long. She swallowed hard in humiliation at hearing his words. She couldn't help it, no one had ever fucked her so wonderfully before. Her nipples were painfully hard, her insides swollen and bloodshot with excitement.

"Yes." She mumbled softly, her hips responding greedily to his every thrust as he pumped his cock deep into her, pushing her tight walls to breaking point.

"Do you take pills?" He whispered quickly, panting harder and harder, accelerating, as they both fucked greedily, the shameless, wet sound of their bodies hitting each other reverberating across the room.

"Yes, please, come inside me, please, please, please!" She moaned loudly and sobbed as she felt his fingers on her clit, massaging it in intense, circular motions. Her lips parted in a soundless moan, her body arched in pleasure as she felt a powerful, wonderful orgasm surge through her body, knocking her unconscious for a moment.

She heard him groan loudly as he felt her walls pressing down on him greedily. He couldn't take it any longer, he thrusted in her one last time and just came inside her, semen flowing out of him in waves.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He was panting low, furious with himself, and at the same time delighted with the pleasure that he was experiencing right now. His nose and forehead brushed her hair, inhaling her scent. They both moved for a moment, unable to stop. Silence fell between them, broken only by their heavy, labored breathing.

"I'm sorry." He finally whispered, his voice trembling slightly as if he was terrified of what he had just done. She slid her hand off the shelf and placed it on his hand, still holding her hip. She stroked him gently and reassuringly, his face still buried in her hair.

"Don't be. Let's get back to work."

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[mhsdatgo]

What fire and blood version do you read? https://pin.it/5zmnMIik4 this? Alicent and otto start claiming that viserys should name Aegon heir the moment he was born, that's why otto was litterally sent away. And alicent instead of creating a good relationship with rhaenyra cause yk she was an adult and rhaenyra a child, she make every effort to be sure to create dislike between the family. She start spreading gossip about rhaenyra’s sexuality, her first three sons claiming that their eggs would have not hatch and sequentially that viserys egg was a sign of bad omen (like girl none of your children eggs hatch shut your mouth), impressing her sons about them being the rightful heir over rhaenyra's sons, infact the book point out how aegon aemond and daeron were bullying rhaenyra's sons. If there was a damage alicent increased of 1000%. You would like to have a relationship with a woman that spread venom on all your family all the time? Alicent create all of this, rhaenyra had welcomed her when she marry Viserys. She made sure to create animosity only to end up like "rhaenyra will hurt my children!!!! " maybe if she didn't torment her she wouldn't have doubted? And that is really funny you to claim that alicent fight for her children as if rhaenyra wouldn't spare all of them only to aemond killing luke and aegon celebrate it. Please listen to yourself and re read the book, the only one who were in danger were rhaenyra and her children at the hands of alicent and her. The green were litterally write to be the villain stop pretending alicent was acting due to her good heart nor the care for her children. And stop pretending she was a victim of viserys's since she was marry to a men only 10 years older that adore her and cover her with gifs, litterally the only thing he denied her was taking a five years old eye and name Aegon heir, how could she lived with such abuse??

She was in a better situation that most of the ladies of Westeros, rhaenyra was married at 16, same rhaenys with a man of 37, haelena at 13. Also, ask Robert Baratheon or most of the men in Westeros what would they have done if their wife had disrespected them all the time like alicent did with viserys, and you will understand how privileged alicent's situation was.

"And Alicent instead of creating a good relationship with her because yk she was an adult and Rhaenyra a child, she make every effort to be sure to create dislike between the family."

Girl.

GIRLIE.

FAIR MAIDEN.

WHAAAAAAAT a horrible stepmother. LOOK at her, trying in every possible way to break the family she was made to wed inside, look at her disobeying to her KING!!! What a bitch move!

Instead, look at the way our beautiful perfect QWEEN Rhaenyra proved herself to be loving and compassionate towards her brothers, TOTALLY not showing just how much of a threat she was to their lives ❤️:

Note: sharply questioned means TORTURED. I'm tired of people saying it's not.

Breaking news: people have eyes. People had been whispering about these children's legitimacy since Jace was born. Alicent simply believed it as well, probably out of scorn not gonna lie, wasn't afraid to say it out loud and just happened to be someone with a lot of influence. Moreover I don't think it's ever been mentioned if Alicent's children ever HAD eggs put inside their cradles, it wouldn't be the first time. Neither Daemon nor Viserys had their dragons as hatched eggs in the cradle.

Seriously, we have the court, the whole Queen's party, the kids looking awfully similar to Harwin Strong (and leave Rhaenys out of this, she has black hair and purple eyes and the boys have brown hair and brown eyes) and you still believe all the speculations over Rhaenyra is to blame entirely on... Alicent?

Yes, all six of the children ended up hating each other, and yes, we have a quote entirely about the way their mothers' hate for each other was passed on to them, the key word is that it was both.

Again, blaming ONLY Alicent for what kids and preteens probably repeat from the elder people they hear it from. If saying that "Jace, Luke and Joff stole Aegon and Aemond and Daeron's birthright" and pushing a three year old down sounds like bullying to you then you don't know what bullying is. And honestly, (not saying they are necessarily right) who could blame them for thinking this way? They were the first trueborn sons in the history of that dynasty that were passed on in favour of a woman that basically had the word "treasonous" painted on her forehead, all because of favouritism.

No, Rhaenyra wouldn't spare them. She wouldn't have a choice, no matter if she wanted to or not. To a lot of lords, Rhaenyra's claim had been rid of any kind of ground the moment Aegon and his brothers were born. Viserys of course did nothing but make it worse, by never reaffirming Rhaenyra as the heir during a ceremony like the one we see in S1 or anything public, and never even changing the laws of succession.

If your reference for this is the statement she made after becoming a Queen, namely:

Then sorry, but after the way she treated them, spoke of them, threatened to do to them, then sorry but I don't believe she wouldn't do anything when most of the lords who had sworn loyalty to her were dead and their sons weren't bound by that oath like Jason Lannister. They were threats, serious threats, and needed to be put down.

And even if Rhae actually cared for them, y'know what? It would change nothing.

"The Greens were written as the villains" you're just proving my point. You didn't understand the whole point of the Dance of the Dragons. There isn't good or bad, there's a family that destroys itself over their own safety and a fucking throne.

Oh yes, I guess Viserys hoping to shut Alicent up (when she was making valid complains that excuse of a man did nothing but ignore) by giving her gifts surely means he adored her, wow. Best marriage ever. But hey, at least she wasn't beaten up, handed over as a child or groomed! How lucky Alicent is! And she still complains?

Greedy Alicent! No way to behave! Should've been slapped across the face like any other man would've rightfully done!

Seriously, calling Alicent "privileged" because her husband reportedly "only" ignored her all the time and saying Viserys adored her because he gave her gifts is... Wow. If you want to see a man who ACTUALLY adored his wife, go see Aegon V and Betha Blackwood.

[visxenyax]

-𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖀𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖊

Synopsis: Aemond has been sent to find his granddaughter, in the middle of the night! Warning: Incest; possessive;(soft) brat kink; SMUT; NSFW ---------------------------------------------- It was the middle of the night and along the path that led to the village of Westrose, there was Aemond who with his black steed with thick hair, were traveling that road in search of his niece, who was no longer at the castle for just over a few hours. Finally the young prince wearing a robe with a hood came to the village, tethered his steed to the side of the village entrance warm, because of the illuminations and people dancing, getting drunk, gambling and you could even glimpse, of couples in the middle of a sexual act;

he wasted no time when the young man was harassed by two prostitutes, a male who promised him divine experiences and the woman who told him that if he went with her, she would take him to see the seven gods!

<<Let me pass!>> he said in a cold voice and his temper was also icy, on the other hand it was his nature to always be icy and cold! The prostitutes were embittered, but on the other hand they were used to having similar behaviors from people; without remorse Aemond resumed his search for his niece; she was renowned for being a fairly open person, not very disciplined, who loved the freedom of the world, and hated being a princess locked up 24/7 inside a luxurious palace. As he went further and further, the number of people increased; continuing at this pace, he arrived at the square where there was a large wooden slab where belly dancers danced on it

Bodies with abundant and not abundant curves, which with their movements could enchant anyone, those curves and sinuous and sensual movements, lust but also the joy in expressing oneself by dancing transpired from them, a dance full of sensuality but also of happiness and joy . In the middle of the slab it was possible to notice a mane with long white hair, so long that it reached up to his bottom, it seemed made of shiny silk, although it was visually splendid and soft. "There she is," thought Aemond.

In his rough way, Aemond waded into the fray and forcefully took his niece's arm and dragged her away from the slab; the girl didn't seem to react at first, but when she turned around and saw who it was and what was going on, she became furious and was trying to wriggle out of his grip in every way, looking like a wild young filly. <<Let me go, uncle! I told you to let go of this fucking grip!>>she yelled, but he paid no attention

"Do you know what the fuck time it is?! it's time to stop doing your usual little girly shit and act like a princess, and you can't come here at this hour!>>Aemond's head whipped around towards her, and his face was full of anger, his eyebrows were furrowed, while his one eye was wide open, you didn't need the other eye to cause concern, that alone was enough; only from that could his anger be seen, through his glacial eye <<You are angry?>> Visenya looked down, she was scared and sorry for his behavior, he didn't like it when his uncle scared him so, she always felt uncomfortable almost disappointed in his presence when he behaved like this… Aemond didn't answer and turned away, still yanking his niece towards the exit that wasn't very close to them. Visenya's arm started to ache... <<Aemond…let go, you're hurting me, I won't run away, I promise>> said Visenya Without doubting Aemond aware of the too much force he had put on the girl's arm, I immediately loosened my grip, but it was too loose that Visenya escaped from his clutches. ''Holy sh-'' With a skilful shot he chased his niece, it wasn't easy to catch her, the young woman was rather plump but had muscles in her legs, which allowed her to have a fairly fast run.

the race was slowly becoming more and more exhausting, Visenya was trudging so to the first barn she saw, she darted into it, hiding behind a giant accumulation of pairs; lying down on a bed also made of the same material as the accumulation of pairs.

exhausted by running, she lay dead weight on it, hoping not to be found by her uncle. Aemond couldn't find her anymore, for the first time a feeling of panic hid inside him; thinking about how many punishments he would have had if he hadn't found her. Or to the millions of problems that her mysterious disappearance would cause, the people loved her, and would like her to become the future queen, for this Aemond must find her at all costs, for the kingdom.

without thinking he entered the barn in which his niece had entered, the place gave off her perfume

<<I know you're here, Visenya, show yourself!>> He was calling her back, even though he was looking for her everywhere, inside that place. He finally reached the place where Visenya was hidden, and there he could see the candor and sensuality of his niece...

her green, almond-shaped eyes looking at him with that innocent look, her heart-shaped mouth, half open with surprise at having been found; her curvy body, her slender legs....

An intense heat slowly built inside Aemond

<<Visenya, get up...and come- let's go!>>

Visenya shook her head as she pulled back

The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virilityAemond was more and more fascinated, his member felt it, he felt he was going crazy... the tissue that trapped him was becoming more and more tight and annoying.. ''Fuck..'' even her thoughts were reeling with lust Aemond closed his eyes inhaling all the air he could, letting it out two minutes later, he had to calm down, but he felt the young girl caressing the inside of his thigh "What are you doing, brat- Visenya's hands were climbing more and more, until they reached Aemond's covered linguine... <<If you don't stop, the fire will burn you>>Aemond said <<Eh..then burn me, under this pair, let's create hell inside this barn>> she answered longing for Aemond. Aemond quickly lowered himself joining his lips on those of the young woman, in a hungry kiss, he was in need of her attention, that attention he had craved since time immemorial, his member was bursting with the desire he had for his Visenya, always the defined as hers even if she was unaware, wherever she went, she had her icy shadow, watching her, longing for her, protecting her. the kiss grew more and more fierce, adding their tongues from both sides, a kiss that became red-hot; Aemond wanted her and without thinking twice, he took both sides of the corset she was holding and forcefully split the corset, ripping the dress underneath; revealing the curves of her young, soft curves, almost milky white skin; her body in Aemond's eyes was perfect, her small breasts were grabbed and licked by the young man; the small nipple of the left breast was meticulously licked by his long and wet tongue. Making the girl moan, her repeated moans were like choirs of angels to Aemond... Visenya's hands were helping her uncle strip off the clothes he was wearing, leaving him shortly thereafter naked; his body was lean and muscular, but not too much, he wasn't excessively full of scars, but these little accessories made a bad impression on him, made him a fascinating man in the eyes of the girl. The hands that were previously busy stripping him were now busy on the young man's modest member, caressing and giving him pleasure. The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virility

Aemond's hips started moving towards the girl, he wanted to feel more pleasure.

<<I want to hear you, Aemond, come to me>>

The young man didn't have to repeat it, he grabbed the girl's legs and dragged her upwards, bringing her close to his virility, eager. He entered her with such slowness as to send her to the gallows, he wanted to make every inch of himself felt inside her; the young woman was moaning, her moans were driving Aemond crazy and from there the inferno lit up, Aemond began to give decisive and repeated jabs, the young woman's body was slammed back and forth, their pleasure was increasing greatly , Aemond's composure had become nothing, his soft moans were making themselves heard, a chorus of moans could be heard inside that barn. Movements of hips more and more animalistic was giving, the young man felt his heart explode from the pleasure that the girl's flesh gave him. More and more he wanted the girl, he loved the young man's member inside her, he loved how he was giving it to her Aemond and Visenya were almost at their climax, the two mouths that had parted, reunited, as his hands returned to her small breasts, squeezing and releasing, moving it from side to side, as the movements of boy they became less and less until the last jab she gave him was so decisive and dry that it made the young girl's eyes widen, making her gasp.... Aemond's orgasm poured out onto the pair that was next to her body; while Visenya's climax was heard by a scream of pleasure… ----------------------------------------- The bodies lay side by side, sleeping, and weary from the sexual intercourse they've just had.

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[s-brant]

judas part three sneaky peek below the cut

“This led into a screaming match that ended in him storming off to fly on Vhagar for the better half of the night before coming back to their chambers—soaking wet from the rain—ripping the sheets off of her, hiking her shift up around her waist, and fucking her until she was babbling and incoherent for him.

The rainwater dripped off of him and onto her, turning the mattress damp beneath their writhing bodies. Not that either of them minded. By the time they finished, she was on the verge of passing out in exhaustion again and didn’t do much other than sigh as he lifted her into his arms to move her around before setting her back down on the bed. Come morning, she found herself alone, but the bed was not cold or damp. Her side of the mattress was covered with a fur hide that had been draped atop the divan, and she couldn’t help but smile to herself at that before she remembered their argument.

Aemond was never a cruel husband. If anything, he was the opposite. Their arguments did not mean he mistreated his lady. Yes, they would fight and fuck like animals, but, at the end of the day, she was his. In a world where he was granted nothing, not even a dragon’s egg as his siblings were, he had her. Every other girl or woman balked in his presence, but not his Y/N. She and Vhagar were the only things he ever had to himself, and he would never mistreat either of his dragons.

Hence, the fur hide.

As angry with each other as they were and, he knew, would continue to be on the morrow, his face softened when he came back from the bathing room where he changed to find her curled up in fetal position and shivering in her sleep from the wet sheets. She hardly stirred as he lifted her up, one arm under her bent knees and the other holding firm around her naked back, and walked over to the divan to fetch the warm fur hide. It took little effort for him to hold her as he picked it up and spread it out atop the bed, then set her down. It took him searching the room to find another blanket to cover her with, but, once he did, he sighed to himself at the sight of her and tried to resist the urge to reach down to brush her hair out of her face. What had she done to him?”

(no promises on when this will be finished but i felt a bit of inspiration tonight and wrote a bit so here you go for now my aemond girlies)

[fairysluna]

📖 Fic rec time! When you get this, reply with three fics that you've read and loved to pieces, then pass on to at least five other people who read fics. Let’s appreciate fic writers and their amazing stories 💖

Alright, this is quite funny bc I've always been more of an Aegon girlie rather than an Aemond girlie, yet all of the fics in this list are Aemond's💀 but well here there are, all of them are series btw.

My Heart Belongs to Daddy | @humanpurposes

Wicked Prayers, Sweet Penances | @flowerandblood

Rumors | @adragonprinceswhore

All these fics have a special spot in my heart, and I would yell at every single one of you so you can go and read them bc they are masterpieces!! Of course there are many more that deserve to be here, but these are the ones that are still lingering in my mind. Shout out to all these talented writers that bless us with their talent!!🤍

[daylander1000]

A fic where finally Baela and Rhaena are the main focus??? Ma'am you fed us so well.

As a POC, it didn't go well with me to see Laena getting a faux girlpower death and no attention for my girlies Baela and Rhaena.

Really tells you how much the world values you.

Seeing you write this fic is sparking off so many AU ideas for me.

As another anon said, it was cathartic to see them have feelings about how awful their parent and guardians are. I am sure the girlies can count and calculate that their brother was conceived on the night of their mother's funeral.

Seeing those letters by Laena aksjdjfkkfkf, I want to support all the sad rage feels that Baela is feeling.

The amount of times Rhaena and Aemond talk about killing Luke made me cackle. Such a well-suited pair bonding over murder.

Young Baela holding out hope that her father is planning something to dismiss how hurtful his actions were made me just want to squeeze my girlie with a big hug.

All those Targs dismissing Rhaena for not claiming a dragon like deadass forgot Valyrian supremacist and power in their blood believer No.1 Daemon's egg didn't hatch either? He claimed his own dragon at 15 and Rhaenys and Viserys egg also didn't hatch. I can't believe Daemon didn't at least try to defend her on this??

Anyways Aemond and Rhaena are so cute with their plans. I hope Rhaena gets to publically shame the Blacks or the sisters gets to distance themselves from the Blacks when they start falling from the sky.

I really hope Rhaenys doesn't die for these thankless idiots.

I absolutely enjoyed your fic so much. I can't wait for more chapters.

Thank you for sharing this with us.

Eat, my darling. 😂

May the ideas spark and bloom into a thousand stories.

I had to give them some main character energy. Had to. I mean, the writers started it with Rhaena. They present her as this girl who's ~8 who puts on a happy face when there are guests but is secretly contemplating being kicked out from the home because she's so painfully aware that the people in her family and social circle only value dragonriders. Like, this is a complex character and I'm invested.

And then she goes to her mother who doesn't exactly reassure her with unconditional love but instead sort of says "Well, them's the breaks. I only became important at 15 when I got Vhagar, you have time to work on it," and then she also says that Daemon's 'doing his best,' as if to say 'he's doing his best, finding your place is up to you.' Like, the onus is on Rhaena to step up. It's nothing to do with Daemon being a shit dad. That's what they present to the audience, that Rhaena has to step up.

Then Laena kills herself, and Rhaena's apparently all set to use her mother's brutal, traumatic body horror death as an opportunity to secure her position in her family as a dragonrider.

Is there a tradition of dragons being passed down from parent to child? Have any dragons ever killed their own riders? It is bizarre to me that she'd want the dragon who burnt her mother to death, but that's what they put on her. Like, it's either that she's clueless as to how dragons work and genuinely believes she had dibs on Vhagar, or she's totally distraught and being sentimental and angry because she's grieving her mother. Both ways plausible. She's 8. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Instead of the strong boys attacking Aemond because they're bullies as was already established in a harmless scenario, when it comes to the actual maiming, they choose to include Rhaena in that. They give her and Baela enough agency and personality to have them be so angry that they go and wake up the strong boys to go confront Aemond. They don't go to their father or grandfather or any guardians or a septa or anything. They just lead the charge on Aemond because they're upset.

Like, I've rewatched that "it's him" call out and it doesn't even make sense to me. They don't know him. Did they spend the day of their mother's funeral getting updated on the cool kids clique system by Jace and Luke? Are we assuming Daemon and Laena were all the way in Pentos talking about Aemond and warning the girls to look out for him because he's a known ruffian? That should have been Jace, if anyone. "It's him, this boy whose mother hates my mother." "It's him, this boy we've been laughing at for not having a dragon."

What exactly do the girls know about him to start off the confrontation on a hostile note? "It's him. The quiet boy from earlier who was standing with his family and didn't say anything to anyone."

But anyway, the writers just insert them into the green/black drama on the premise that they're grieving and angry. Cool. Aemond is less than polite about their mother, violence ensues...

And then 6 years later, like magic, Rhaena and Baela just have none of that take charge main character energy anymore?They're just stepford smilers?

Not cool. What???

That's my biggest post time skip source of frustration. These writers sat down and said, "Let's involve these two black girls in the maiming of Aemond. Yeah. They don't know Aemond and they don't know Jace or Luke either, but they're throwing hands because they're emotional. Yeah, this has nothing to do with them in the book but let's make them the instigators. Baby Luke barely knows what's going on, he's being led astray by the older ones. Poor child would be in his bed sleeping if it wasn't for Rhaena and Baela..."

They did not have to be the face of that fight.

"A dragon is not a slave" didn't need to become an hotd tagline. We didn't need 10,000 articles saying "Well, actually, no, Rhaena doesn't know how dragons work."

And even so, I'd have been okay with it if they kept the same energy.

If you're going to get into a 4 on 1 beat down on Aemond for claiming your mother's dragon, then I want to see you being seriously pissed off about Rhaenyra claiming your mother's husband. You need to be on Driftmark saying "No, Rhaenyra, this is my mother's favorite beach. Put your clothes back on." "No, Luke, you can't sit on the Driftwood Throne, this would have been my mother's throne."

If I could draw, I'd be doing a whole comic strip with Rhaena and Baela just beating people. Probably with the assistance of the Fight Club Orphans™.

Laenor being sent into exile? "This is my mother's brother and my mother's brother's boyfriend!" Stealthily trying to murder Vaemond from behind? "This is my mother's uncle!"

I don't want to see Rhaena doing a 180, growing up to be a doormat happily serving wine.

I also do not want scenes with Baela eagerly wanting to go risk her life fighting to defend Rhaenyra and Jace because that's what her mother would have wanted for her.

What???

Don't give them main character energy when you want to use them to deflect blame from the strong boys, only to take back that energy when you want to use them as decorative props for the same strong boys.

My hate of hotd is at that level where I hate the writers. That probably sounds unhinged to hate people over fictional characters but that's just me rn.

Like, it's 2023, black women are still dying in childbirth irl and you're going to sit down and write a scene where one of the handful of non-white female characters in fantasy not only dies in childbirth but you manage to combine "died in childbirth" with "burned alive" and "suicide"? Like, define overkill.

99 percent of the fandom was like "So brave and strong and independent and pro-choice! We love to see it!" while I'm hard pressed to think of a black female character in any series or book or movie who was treated worse than Laena. (Not even exaggerating. Off the top of my head, I can't think of any.)

Like, hotd haunts me, honestly. When people were talking about boycotting because of the diversity, the showrunners should have just put out a disclaimer that said "Don't worry, you're gonna like how we treat them. We're gonna burn them and behead them and there's gonna be one liners and beach sex and you're gonna love it. Trust us. We got this."

Like, it disturbs me to think that not only was there no one in the entire production crew who could spotlight how bad the writing for house Velaryon was, but also that they've somehow managed to spin a narrative where they're all progressive pioneers of epic fantasy.

God, I'm ranting again. 😖

So yeah, I couldn't write a version of Laena who genuinely thinks Daemon is doing his best. I had to write a Laena who's like "Actually, nope. This guy is the worst."

I kinda had to throw Rhaenys under the bus a little but I didn't know where else to put her. 😅 I'm not going with "Rhaenys wanted to do the right thing but she was betrayed by Baela who was Team Rachel Dolezal all along."

I have to thank you guys for reading 😊 Like, this little micro-sector of the fandom managed to take something I absolutely 1000% hated and helped me see the fun carefree part of it. The fanart and headcanons and memes...

My whole 2020 plan was to stop ranting and be a carefree fangirl. 😅😭

It's fun to write. I'm seriously ND when it comes to writing and it takes me ages to edit properly. Ages, but this made me think "Hey, just try. It won't be the worst thing ever (because that's canon and you'll be better than that at the very least) and maybe somebody gets a laugh out of it."

[lovelykhaleesiii]

omg based off of earlier thoughts but werewolf!aegon and vampire!aemond chasing you through the woods 🫣 they give you a head start ofc(bc they can catch up easily) but once they start hunting you down, they’re right on your heels! they would probably try to play a trick, make it seem like you outsmarted them but then they POUNCE! and ofc they fuck you SENSELESS afterwards! literally they try just about every position; aegon watching aemond fuck you, aemond watching aegon fuck you, both at the same time, you’re 100% boneless and passed out after. aegon in any universe has a breeding kink in my mind but werewolf!aegon is even more heightened so his knot swells in you MULTIPLE times during the night, he just rlly wants little half werewolf babies with you! aemond is so obsessed and addicted to you, one time you cut your finger and BAM! he’s right there! how did he even get there so fast? the smell of your blood makes him go crazy, but he would never drain you dry, he cares for you too much🫶 he does drink from you though, so by the time they’re down and having to carry you back to castle(bc they literally fucked you all night) you’re covered in bite marks everywhere and cum is just overflowing out of you🫣 AHHHHHH so deprived but those men make me go crazy, what can i say?

OMG WE’RE ALL GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE !!! @ilikeitbetterangsty READ THIS BABE 😫🥵

FUCK YES I WANT THIS SO BAD UGHHHH

yes, agreed hun (we are one in the same 🤭) Aegon has a breeding kink in any universe & I know for a fact as a alpha, it was so incredibly intense. he just NEEDS to fuck you until you swell & even tho it would be impossible, he would even force Aemond to pull out just to avoid the possibility!!!!

Aemond doesn’t mind but he has his own agenda with you. he definitely loves it when y/n is on her period tho 🤭🤭🤭 let’s just say he treats himself well.

FREAKY GIRLIES LETS UNITE !!!!!

[hamliet]

Why were the children that Rhaenyra had with Harwin the only ones who died and not Daemon's children(the twins, aegon3, viserys2) ?

(continuation)

Is it because Rhaenyra's children are bastards(Jacaerys Lucerys,Joffrey) and that is her punishment for having had them?

No. I think this line of thought is very effed up, and honestly neglects quite a bit of evidence that proves this wrong. Firstly, Alicent's full line seems to have died out, so like... clearly, the point is that bastard status doesn't actually matter. War comes for the kids anyways.

Secondly, Visenya does die. I mean, Rhaenyra literally starts the war by saying "they have murdered my daughter and stolen my crown, and they shall answer for it." So... one of her legitimate kids does die.

Thirdly, Aemond's bastard and Gaemon Palehair (almost certainly Aegon's child) survive the war, even if Gaemon dies soon after. So does Alyn, Corlys's bastard who is passed off as Laenor's.

Fifthly, you only need to look at Jon Snow to know what Martin thinks about the stigmatic treatment of bastard children in Westeros.

The reasons the other kids survived are different for each. I'll go over practical and thematic reasons for each.

Rhaena: She was literally kept out of the violence because she didn't have a dragon to fight with. Plus, she was a woman, and a girly girl at that. She's clearly a foil to Sansa. Like Saansa, she is in the Vale and learns to politic well.

Baela: clearly a foil to Arya. She does fight, and she does actually almost die. She's not as direct a threat to Aegon II's rule. Like, Aegon wanted to kill her and would have if his advisors hadn't been like, hang on a sec dude.

Viserys: literally Rhaenyra thought he had died. She died thinking he was dead. He 's totally not a Rickon foil that was sent to Lys in hopes that he might be:

Aegon III barely survived as well, and was so traumatized he rarely smiled and had few joys in life. He was called a shell of a person numerous times. The question of what exactly survival means when a husk is all that's left is literally the question Mirri Maz Duur asks Dany in A Game of Thrones:

“Tell me again what you saved.'' ''Your life'' Daenerys said. Mirri Maz Duur laughed cruelly. ''Look to your khal and see what life is worth when all the rest is gone.”

I honestly think it's as simple as Rhaenyra's sons being targets because they were more adult and able to make their own choices. The children pay the price, but some children survive. The cost of surviving, though--it's not to be overlooked. Reducing it to a simple moral punishment idea is antithetical to Martin's writings.

(Also to be clear I know you aren't necessarily saying you believe this! I just hate this idea lol, and obviously, I think it's misreading.)

[asumofwords]

a little theory?

Sensitive breasts or Breast tenderness can only mean one thing, it's either she's pregnant or she's about to get her period. Breast tenderness can be one of the earliest signs of pregnancy. It usually starts around 4 to 6 weeks and lasts through the first trimester. However, Hormone fluctuations before a period can also lead to breast tenderness.

Idk what I want to bet on but considering how she asked for his seed and her constantly talking about a daughter they'll don't have made me think miss girlie might use the pregnant card but who knows 😳 (they also have been constantly fucking like rabbits for the past few months)

But I'm also assuming she's continuing to drink moon tea so it would not make sense for her to be pregnant unless aemond secretly found out and changed the tea? and or she probably decided to stop drinking it

ALSO I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT WENT ON IN AEMONDS HEAD WHEN SHE ASKED FOR HIS SEED, Imagine telling aemond from chapters 4 - 19 that his wishes have finally come true???

the reader giving him a blowie, letting her fuck him, apologizing about the eye situation, soothing his anger and now she asked for his seed just like how he'd always imagined (ik she was putting on a show for aegon but like shhh aemond doesn't know that) my man's checklist has almost been entirely ticked off, only watching her swell with his child and giving birth to them is left 🥺

Past Aemond would have lost his fucking mind if he was told that the reader would come in and not only willingly and PASSIONATELY suck his dick, but would be fucking him with vigour and all sorts of things, like Past Aemond’s mind simply would have short circuited, he would exploded into a pile of dust and cum 😭😂 and then to have her being soft to him? Apologising? Soothing him? Agreeing with him? Man would have gone straight to heaven, not passing go, not collecting $200 😂😂😂

[its-actually-minicika]

harshest winters aemond making YN watch him as he goes down and fucks alys to show her what she's missing out on...... pass it on

What in the 365 days is this?? 😭😭

YOU DARK AEMOND GIRLIES MAKE ME WEAK

I don't know what to say to that. He might do that. If the opportunity ever came. But it NEVER will because i'm too scared to give you what you want.

[wolfanddragon98]

@dreaming-for-an-escape

Okay...but picture this...

Modern Aemond and Adrian decide to fool around in Adrian and Hannah's apartment when Hannah is out. They end up having WAY too much fun if you know what I mean, and Adrian ends up passing out soon afterwards because they really went at it. XD

Aemond would be so damn smug about it. Girlie was overwhelmed and took a fucking nap.