#modern!aemond drabble

[daenysx]

Hi! Just saw that you're in need of requests, and I was thinking about how Aemond would react if he was sick, like he's got that flu that is so intense he can't get out of bed for days. I can imagine him being grumpy and needy, but idk. Thank you!!🥰

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"come on, open your mouth."

he smirks, apparently aemond targaryen never seems to lose the ability of smirking even though he is sick.

"that's my line." his voice comes out tired.

you roll your eyes, put the spoon back into the bowl. he has been sick for almost 2 days, he can't even leave the bed but he must feel better if he is teasing you, you think.

"you haven't eaten anything today, aemond." you say, pointing the soup bowl. "just eat this, and i won't ask for anything else."

he shakes his head. "i don't want it, my throat hurts."

"for me?" you say, hoping your face expression will soften him.

"that's not fair." he says, as he opens his mouth for the spoon.

"of course it's not fair. come on, baby, one more."

he swallows the soup with a painful groan. "that's enough."

you exhale. "you are an absolute baby, you know that? i'll bring your painkillers now, don't try to sleep until i come back."

aemond watches you leave for the kitchen, his eye begging to stay closed. you come back with his pills and a huge glass of water.

you give him the painkillers for his headache, he takes only one sip of the water as he swallows the pill.

"more water." you say holding the glass.

he shakes his head again. "throat. hurts."

"yes, and it will keep hurting unless you drink some water. come on, a little more, for me."

he drinks his water, almost finishes the glass. you smile then, it makes him feel good, earning a smile from you.

"i want to sleep." he says, his eye almost closed. you nod, help him fix his pillow.

"you sleep, i'll be in the kitchen."

he frowns. "no, you should be here."

you lift your eyebrows slightly, a playful smirk is ready on your lips. "i should be here?"

he nods. "please, stay in the bed with me."

"but if we both get sick, who will take care of us? i think i should keep my distance." still teasing him, trying to force him to say something lovely to convince you.

"okay, if we really need someone i'll call aegon. i'm sick, tired, do you want me to beg for some cuddles?" his voice almost gets stuck in his throat when he mentions aegon, he knows the idea is probably the stupidest one he ever has.

aemond manages to convince you with an almost teary eye. you lift the covers to join him in the bed, press a kiss on his forehead before pulling him to your chest. his arms find your waist easily, holding you like his life depends on it. his head stays on your chest as you pull his hair from his face.

"you'll feel better soon, i promise." you whisper.

"mm-hmm. only because i have my lovely girl looking after me."

[theold-ultraviolence]

Sleepy sex with modern aemond while there’s a thunderstorm outside 😭 the dream

THE LITERAL DREAM. Listen, I have tons of wips to work on but my hand slipped and this was too good of a scenario a;lkdsjflkjfgslkgj. Have this short little blurb!! CW: PIV sex but it's super vague and not explicit at all. Words: 548.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing at the pouring rain outside, sighing to himself because he won’t be able to go out on his morning run. Not that he was all that willing to do that anyway. Not when his joints ached so deliciously from having had sex with you last night.

You hadn’t done it all week because work had been extra tiring, so when Friday rolled around, you snatched his portfolio away and told him in between urgent kisses that you had ordered his favorite takeout, that it would get here in 30 minutes, and that you planned on using them thoroughly.  

He closes his eye and lets himself be soothed by the sound of the rain, and then there’s a warm chest draping onto his back. Even warmer, softer lips peppering kisses along each freckle on his shoulder blades and neck. “You’re not planning on going out for your run, are you?” 

“Hmmm…” He leans his head back, exposing more of his neck for you. The part of his brain that’s addicted to routine is urging him out of the cozy sheets. His favorite pair of Adidas sneakers are right in front of him.

But then, you feel so damn good. Love pours from your every caress and kiss - love laced with mischief, when you whisper into his ear.

“If you’re so desperate for a workout why don’t you fuck me instead?” 

Every fine hair on his body stands. You untangle from him to lay on your back and make grabby hands at him, with all your curves bare, except for your midriff covered by the fine linen sheets. And it’s not that detail that finally pushes him to fit himself on top of you, grinding in between your legs. 

It’s the sleepy look on your eyes, still heavy, still clinging onto your dreams as you wrap your arms around him and open up your legs for him. He smirks when he curiously slips a finger inside of you, feeling you already dripping for him, even in your hazy state.

He knows you’re the one for him, because he’s just the same. It didn’t take him a second to get hard at all – it’s just how crazy he is for you. He’s immensely glad and reassured to know you’re just as much of a fool in love with him. He'll never stop feeling grateful and even a little bit surprised everytime, even after all the years you've been together by now.

Thrusting inside is so easy, welcomed by soft thighs snaking around his lower back to keep him close. So, so easy, when you’re kissing him all lazy and sweet. It’s so easy to let his mind go blank, to zero in on the sound of the thunderstorm outside and your quiet moans and the wet noises each time he plunges inside, the quick sound of skin slapping against skin every time he buries himself to the hilt. 

He fucks you as slow as the light drizzle that remains after the worst of the storm subsides, with your tender kisses echoing each falling raindrop. And after he cums inside, after he’s swallowed every one of your faint whines and moans, he can’t remember why he even considered going out in the first place. 

In fact, he thinks he's gonna spend the whole day buried inside of you. After all, the forecast had promised that the rain wouldn’t cease until monday.

[arcielee]

Our moonlight drive.

Summary: A night drive with your boyfriend. Paring: Modern Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 700+ Warnings: Modern Aemond fluff to soothe the soul.  Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the lovely, the talented @babygirlyofthevale 💜 This is a drabble, sweet piece inspired by the masterpiece in motion Comet Donati by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew (chapter2, oh my goodness). A big thank you to my darling beta readers for your help! Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond​ @annikin-im-panicin​ @watercolorskyy​ @schniiipsel​ @sylas-the-grim​ @aemondx​ @fan-goddess​ @httpsdoll​ @theromanticegoist​ @hb8301​ @lovelykhaleesiii​ 

Night is coming with its amber smear of burnt oranges and yellows overwhelmed with the purple hue swallowing the last of the day’s light. The route is familiar, a routine drive towards your favorite sweet spot, and the windows are down, letting the cool air knot your hair.

It isn’t far and Aemond parks further back, quickly out and moving to grab your door; you smile with the gesture as he shows that he is firstmost a gentleman, especially when it comes to you. You follow his steps and he reaches for your hand without looking back, knowing fully well that you will take his hand, enlacing your fingers with his own, a perfect fit. 

The ice cream parlor is a town antique, with a window opened for the late night crowd to come by. You order first and he leans against your backside, over your shoulder with the shimmer silver curtain of his locks spilling forward.

You feel the warm rumble when he adds, “She also would like sprinkles on top,” and reaches to take napkins from the dispenser. 

You peer up at him, a warm glow of pleasure that he remembered, that he knows your simple pleasures. 

There is a stone bench that you both straddle, facing one another with your treats in hand; he offers you a spoonful of his ice cream and leans forward to lick your waffle cone. The napkins he grabbed come in handy, helping the failing battle against the muggy night, the sweet spill of sprinkles over the cone’s edge. 

Once done, more napkins are needed to clean up and he takes your hand again, leading you back to the car. 

This is the only time you willingly place yourself in his blindspot, whenever he would drive but Aemond does not seem to mind it. He likes how you play the role of reconnoiter during daylight, but tonight the roads are empty and this allows you to sink comfortably into the passenger’s seat, enveloped in his scent of leather and his cologne, with a hint of smoke, and you enjoy the press of his large palm into the softness of your thighs, his thumb drawing small circles on the outside.

His vehicle is an imported stick shift, sleek and meticulous, allowing him the control he strives for in every aspect of his life. Aemond is careful, calculated, and you see this in the mirrors added, an extension and a reminder to his half vision; he always turns his head fully to check before a lane change, and this allows him a moment to look at you. 

And you are looking back, ever watchful, ever aware of him. In this moment, the blue lumination from the dash gives an iridescent shimmer to the sapphire stone set in his scarred socket, an ethereal glow to the sharp contours of his face.

You feel the warmth return to your cheeks when you see the curl of his lips into a smile that only belongs to you. 

“Do you trust me?” the low timbre of his voice asks. 

And you do, with everything you have to offer, with every molecule wrapped within you thrumming with a loyalty that began from the moment you met. You remember the play of his perpetual smirk, both inviting and enticing, and what you felt bloom with the first kiss shared, sparked from the touch of his soft lips against your own. It is a feeling that grows still, a sense of comfort and safety with his intimate touches, igniting something that you were not aware existed within your heart. 

You keep this to yourself though, and hum your acknowledgement, your grin gleeful. “Where you go, I go,” you remind him. 

He does not turn homewards, but instead his long fingers curl around the wheel to rotate, to follow the vacant weave of road lit by his headlights and the settling nightglow. Aemond looks forward and you can see the dimples that line his cheek; only after he settles into gear does he reach for your hand, bringing it up to his lips for a gentle kiss and nestles the hold onto his thigh. 

Your fingers curl around in response, a perfect fit. 

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[farity]

Hel knows best

Pairing:  Modern AU!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  A break up and a matchmaker

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“Aemond, get over here right now.  Bring chocolate.”

The call had ended before Aemond had a chance to reply, but he knew Helaena wouldn’t call him unless it was serious.  He rushed out of his flat and walked down to the corner shop where he bought a large bag of Helaena’s favorite chocolates, plus a couple for himself.

Headed back into the building, he walked up to her second story flat and knocked on her door.

The door opened, and he could hear sniffling, but it wasn’t Helaena, who stood at the door with wide eyes.  “Oh, it’s my dear brother bringing me chocolate!  Isn’t that nice?” she grabbed his arm before he could give her the bag and run back out, and dragged him inside.

On Helaena’s garden print sofa, a girl was dabbing at her eyes.  He knew her well, she’d been his sister’s friend for years now, and it was then that he realized what was going on.

* * * * * 

Oh shit, Aemond’s here.

You wiped your nose discreetly, then ran your fingertips under your eyes to brush away the last of the tears.  

Helaena sat back down with you, opening the bag that was full of the chocolate you both loved.  “Aemond, can you pour us some wine?”

He said nothing, but you heard him head into her little dining room and open a bottle.

“I should go,” you said, “if you guys are going to hang out, I-”

“Nonsense!  Oooh thanks, Aem.” She pushed a glass of wine into your hand, popped a chocolate into her mouth.  “We’re just making plans for the complete destruction of a certain asshole rugby player.”

“Helaena,” you said, “we really don’t need to-”

“Oh, it’s 7:42, I have an appointment. I will see you both later.  There’s lots more wine in the kitchen.”

She had flounced out the door before you could reach out and grab her, and the door had shut.  You sat back down, and risked a glance at Aemond.  As usual, his expression gave nothing away as he took a small sip of his wine.

“She’s not very subtle, is she?”

Aemond laughed.  “No.  Subtlety is not one of Hel’s qualities.”

“I should go,” you stood up, feeling incredibly embarrassed.  “I’m going to go, you don’t need to hear any of this-”

“Was it Lannister?” He sat at the other end of the couch, since Helaena had piled various blankets and throws on the two living room chairs.

You felt the heat of new tears beginning to form, and steadied yourself.  “We went out once, for fuck’s sake.  Once.”

“He’s been after you for months, though,” he said casually.  “I heard through Aegon, they’re mates.”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t know about the other girl.”

You wondered how many people knew Jason Lannister had been pursuing you while keeping a girl in an apartment he paid for.  You’d finally agreed to go out with him out of boredom and had a boring evening.  One kiss, during which he shoved his tongue down your throat and grabbed your boob and you ended up pushing him away.  When his phone had started lighting up with text after text, you’d grabbed it out of his hand and figured out what was going on.  You’d thrown his phone into the river and he’d called you ever name in the book as you walked away to grab a taxi.

Much to your dismay, you felt a sob escape your throat.  “I don’t even like him,” you whispered, “I don’t even know why I’m fucking crying.”  You let your head drop into your hands as the tears started running.

A moment later, you felt his arms around you, “I will break his face.”

You laughed, wiping your eyes.  

“I will break every fucking bone in that posh git face of his.”

You looked up.  “You’re posh, too, Aemond Targaryen.”  But you were smiling as you said it.  His eyes were so blue.  And kind.

Aemond smiled.  “I'm the good kind of posh.”

His arms were still around you, and you found that you didn’t mind.  “Ah, I see.”

“Hmmm.”  He ran his fingers through your hair.  “I’m the kind of posh that is too respectful to go after my sister’s friend.”

You took in the words and your cheeks warmed.  “What?”

“Helaena told me once that if I ever hurt you, she would fill my shoes with spiders.”

You shivered.  “What the fuck, Hel.”  You looked up at him again, the face you knew so well, and you reached up to cup his cheek.  “It seems she might have changed her mind, though.”

“It would definitely seem that way.”

“She never warned me,” you murmured, and raised your lips to his.  

He responded immediately, his lips softer than you’d expected, the scruff of his beard tingling against your fingertips.  He let you lead, encouraged you by cupping the back of your head.  You wrapped your arms around him, sinking into the kiss.  

When you finally broke apart, he continued nuzzling your cheek.  “Go out with me.  A proper date.  Not on my sister’s sofa.”

You laughed.  “Okay.”

He stood, pulling you up.

“What?”

“Let’s go, I’m hungry.  All I’ve had is some chocolate.”

You smiled and followed him out the door.

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@arryn-nyx​   @greenowlfactif  @hydrationqueensworld    @megzdoodle@melsunshine  @queenofshinigamis     @throughgoeshamilton   @travelingmypassion

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[writingsofwesteros]

“Snowing!” You giggled at your youngest excited voice as she pointed out from the window. The winter chill was closing in but the warmth of the home engulfed you all. The children babbled together whilst you looked upon them lovingly.

A large hand moved up your back as the familiar scent of your husband came over you. “Hello.” He whispered into your ear; pressing a soft kiss to your neck whilst the children were none the wiser of his return. It gave him a few moments to only watch.

[leiabird]

modern au Lucemond

After a family reunion the younger Targaryens / Velaryons decide to go clubbing. Surprisingly everyone seems to get along. Aegon is in his element and him and Jace are getting along really well, talking about alcohol and sports. Heleana, Baela and Rhaena are having the time of their life on the dance floor. Lucerys is really really drunk for the first time in his life and even Aemond seems to enjoy himself.

That is until they are getting a new round of shots and Luke who is sitting next to Aemond and is just utterly pissed, looks at his uncle dreamily and says in front of everyone:

“You know Aemond, I really don’t regret taking your eye.”

Everyone tenses up and Aemond clenches his fists. They had just all gotten along, why did Luke have to ruin it? Why did he have to make a remark about Aemond’s biggest insecurity that he was responsible for?

Then Luke who is already slurring his words follows up with:

“The eyepatch just looks really hot. Like ten out of ten. I would absolutely fuck you if I had the chance.”

He promptly lays his head on Aemond’s shoulder and passes out.

Aegon is laughing hysterically, Jace looks completely dumbfounded and the girls are giggling. Aemond is absolutely caught off guard and just stares at the dark curls on his shoulder where the boy is leaning on him.

“Well” Aegon is still laughing “Congrats brother, seems like you won’t be going home alone tonight!”

Jace seems to want to say something but gets dragged away by the girls. Aemond carefully puts a hand around Luke’s shoulder and gently guides him to stand up and leave the club. He calls them a cab, brings him home to his apartment and carefully tucks him into bed (of course putting a bucket on the nightstand just to be safe).

Bonus: The next morning Luke has the hangover of his life. Aemond gives him water, some painkillers and makes him breakfast. Lucerys doesn’t remember what he said the night before and doesn’t know why he woke up in Aemond’s apartment wearing one of his uncle’s shirts. He tries flustered to ask Aemond if they slept with each other and his uncle teases him about it. In the end he tells Luke no (who is disappointed) but tells him what he said at the club. Luke is extremely embarrassed and apologised profusely until Aemond smirks and shuts him up with a kiss.

Edit: First chapter is now on ao3, the second one will be up tomorrow as a Christmas present ;) Merry Christmas!

[zenka69]

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/You Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Daeron Targaryen (Son of Viserys I) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Dance of the Dragons | War For Succession Between Aegon II and Rhaenyra Targaryen Never Happens, Pregnancy, Soft Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Possessive Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, No Targcest | Targaryen Incest (A Song of Ice and Fire), Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff Summary:

Aemond Targaryen and you have been married for seventeen years. You’ve built a beautiful life together. You have three amazing children and a wonderful home. He’s a lieutenant leading a company of firefighters and you own a cafe.

It’s perfect. Until an unexpected change occurs, and you are unsure how this change will effect your carefully laid out future…

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Her Darling

Summary: After taking Harrenhal Aemond commanded the lone survivor Alys to not only serve him but also his wife Adrian as her new handmaiden. Alys complies, but the one-eyed prince doesn’t know how much the she-witch favors his wife, and what she’s willing to do for her darling new lady.

A/N: Here’s another smut drabble. Aemond who? This time it’s between Adrian and Alys. I’m loving this pairing. This drabble is also supposed to let readers know the kind of relationship Adrian and Alys are going to have in the main story, My Heart, My Body, My Soul. So, have fun reading this. I know I had a lot of fun writing it. Anyways, happy Pride Month!! 🏳️‍🌈 😊

Warnings: The smut between Adrian and Alys is soft yet intense so obviously 18+ only. Minors DNI. I will block your ass.

It had become a daily routine for Adrian and Alys that once Aemond left for his newly Prince Regent duties their real feelings for each other came out of hiding. 

Strong amorous feelings that flourished despite the long hours they spent together in the room Adrian wasn’t allowed to leave under Aemond’s orders. Ironically unknown to the one-eyed prince, it was because of him that Adrian and Alys formed a close relationship. 

After sparing Alys’ life Aemond had made her his wife’s new handmaiden. It was a role Alys took seriously now, going above and beyond what Aemond had in mind. But Alys had no issues putting Adrian’s happiness as her top priority. 

None whatsoever. 

Although neither of the women were unfamiliar with each other's touches by now, it was Alys who was gifting Adrian with yet another climax. 

Adrian’s mouth dropped wide open at the swipe of Alys’ tongue on her wet folds. She tried to contain her moans to a minimum, not wanting the guards that stood outside her room to hear. 

Alys told her when undressing her that she didn’t need to worry about the guards, that she’d taken care of it. Whatever that meant. But Adrian was still paranoid they would overhear and tell Aemond, thus putting an end to the special time she had with Alys.  

Adrian wasn’t as loud as she could’ve been but she also wasn’t as silent as a mouse. After Alys delivered a few more kitten licks with her tongue flicking her clit, Adrian peaked with a cry that was cut short due to her biting her lower lip. 

Adrian’s orgasm hit her a lot harder this time, causing her legs over Alys' shoulders to shake. She ran her fingers through Alys’ beautiful raven hair. Adrian’s lip biting stopped, sighing at the feeling of the softness of Alys’ hair, somewhat easing the intensity of her orgasm. 

Alys, however, wasn’t done just yet. She purposely rubbed her nose against Adrian’s wet hot center, riling her up again. She giggled when Adrian’s hold on her hair tightened. Her lover’s mewling was music to her ears. 

“Alys, Alys, Alys.” Adrian chanted, her heart feeling as if it were about to burst out of her chest. “Oh…please.”

Alys kissed her swollen pearl, licking it slowly until Adrian’s begging increased. She moved a bit, smiling against lover’s mound at the sound of her sweet moans. “Please what my darling?” Alys absolutely loved it when Adrian begged. 

“Please take me away from this horrible place.” Adrian stopped tugging on Alys’ long hair to reach for her beautiful ageless face, bringing her soft lips to her own. She kissed Alys, whimpering the moment the older woman stuck her tongue inside her mouth. 

Adrian could taste herself on Alys' skilled tongue. She reluctantly broke the kiss, to stare at her more than friend, eyelashes fluttering and dark brown eyes shining. Her next words were more emotional, desperate. 

“Alys, please, take me away from here, from him.”

Alys almost frowned at the mention of Adrian’s unpleasant husband. She caressed her darling’s flushed cheek, her other hand lowered to cup her heat with extra gentleness. Two of her dainty fingers slid inside Adrian with ease while her palm rubbed at her bud of nerves.

Adrian shuddered, throwing her head back. Her arms wrapped around Alys as did her long legs to pull her naked body closer to Adrian’s pregnant body. 

Although Adrian’s breasts were sensitive because of her pregnancy she welcomed the sensation of Alys' pillowy breasts on hers. Alys’ gorgeous shapely body on top of her rounded body gave Adrian the confidence she was seriously lacking. 

“I swear my darling. I won’t stop until I find a way to send you home, you and your babies.” Alys earnestly declared. Her fingers went deeper inside Adrian, spreading and curling. Instead of her palm it was now her thumb that circled Adrian’s extra sensitive bud. She used her other hand to rub Adrian's pregnant belly, stopping and smiling when she felt a kick.  

Babies, Adrian’s eyes nearly closed. Alys had already told her more than once that she was carrying twins. A possibility even the grand maester said toward the beginning of her pregnancy. Although Adrian still wasn’t sure what to believe exactly, her carrying twins would explain the size of her belly and her appetite when it came to food and other things. 

Adrian’s back then arched even in her current state, and her nails lightly scratched down Alys’ back. The raven haired woman smiled at her lover's actions. 

At Alys' age she’d been with many men and women before but none of them had been like Adrian. None of her past lovers ever pushed her over the edge of ecstasy just by simply watching them fall apart. 

Though not as loud as Alys wanted her to be, Adrian cried out her name. Her Dornish beauty shook underneath her as she heavily climaxed on her fingers. 

Alys let out a moan that turned into a mellifluous laugh the exact moment she finished. Her slick mixed with Adrian’s which now soaked the majority of the sheets. She would replace them before Aemond ever found out. Just as she had the day before, and the day before that.

Adrian shuddered at the feel of Alys taking out her fingers. Her arms remained wrapped around Alys as she watched the older women lick her fingers clean. There was a wild glint in her emerald eyes as she did so. Adrian pushed herself up to press her lips against the older woman's, welcoming the taste of her own slick when it came from her friend turned lover's mouth. 

“Thank you.” Adrian murmured, pulling back to stare deeply into Alys’ enticing emerald eyes. “You know, for being here for me.” 

This wouldn’t be the first time she thanked Alys, nor the last. Nowadays Alys was basically one of the few things that made her days less gloomy. And unlike whenever she was intimate with Aemond, there was no self-hatred with Alys, during or after. Adrian was able to rest, look back with delight, and marinate in Alys’ warmth. 

“You never have to thank me for that darling.” Alys softly replied, careful when getting off her. She now laid to the right side of her, a spot that was often to their dislike taken by Aemond. One of Alys' hands played with Adrian's hair while the other rubbed her swollen belly, feeling another kick. 

Alys well aware Adrian wasn’t thanking her because of the pleasure she’d just given her. The raven haired woman kissed her again, still able to taste the peachy nectar that only her sweet cunny could produce. “I’ll be here for you until I figure out a way to send you home. Trust me when I say I won’t stop until I do. Your days with that man are numbered.”

Adrian nodded her head, sniffling. Alys maneuvered them so Adrian was comfortable enough in her arms. There they stayed with Alys stroking her hair, humming a tune while her other hand remained on Adrian’s round belly.

Her darling deserved better, her babies deserved better. And while Adrian still remained in this world Alys would make sure her life was a little less tragic. 

In a hour or so Alys would go back to her books, continuing her task in trying to find a way to send Adrian home. But for now she’d enjoy this moment of peace with her darling before Aemond returned and they were forced to act their parts again.

Adrian as her lady and Alys as her handmaiden.

When Aemond returned hours later and tried initiating intimacy, Adrian made the excuse that the baby (possibly babies) was pushing against her bladder and she needed rest. 

Though obviously disappointed, Aemond obliged in just holding Adrian much to her annoyance.

The newly appointed Prince Regent had no idea that hours earlier his wife laid in their shared bed, enthusiastically accepting the touches of a certain raven haired woman with emerald eyes.

[daenysx]

yeah, i'm addicted to write soft!aemond. this is purely NSFW, hope you like it. (part 2)

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"lift your hips for me, hmm?"

you look at aemond with big eyes, waiting for him to do as you ask. your fingers fiddle with the waistband of his sweatpants, he looks at you with an unsure expression on his face.

"you should get some sleep baby, you're tired." he says.

you shake your head. "i'm never too tired for you."

he lifts his hips slightly then, helping you take off his sweatpants. he still seems unsure as you hold his hardness in your hand. "you don't have to do this."

your fingers stop. "you don't want me to? i-i just wanted to help you relax, i didn't- i'm-"

he smiles to comfort you. "no, of course i want you to, you know how much i like having your mouth on me. i just didn't want you to lose sleep because of it."

you smile back. "don't think about anything now, just focus on me."

"you think it's possible for me to focus on anything else when you're touching me?" he says, giving you the confidence you need.

you move your fingers on his cock, up and down first. your other hand touches his lower abdomen, stroking the skin softly as his head goes back with a lovely groan coming out of his mouth.

you keep moving your hand until he is fully hard, he takes a deep breath when you get comfier on bed. you take the tip of his cock between your lips, lick the skin with your tongue, and try to coat him with saliva. you treat him nice, like the tastiest lollipop you ever had, licking and moving your lips on him.

"perfect. mm-hmm, perfect." he whispers.

you move your mouth further on his cock, his hardness heavy on your tongue. you keep moving until your mouth is full of him, your eyes teary with the feeling. your hand goes to touch the places you can't possibly reach with your mouth when you start sucking him slowly, driving him crazy by making a pretty noise at the same time.

"fuck- fuck, there you go, baby. my sweet baby, too good for me aren't you?"

he keeps mumbling sweet nothings to you as he gets closer to his peak. he just wants to relax into your mouth, to have the opportunity of relieving. he wants all his worries and stress to be gone.

you keep sucking him, touching him, giving him what he wants. what he needs. a teardrop falls from your eye and he follows it with his finger, dries your skin.

"go slow, baby. don't want to hurt you, fuck, it's too much for you-"

he strokes your hair with shaky fingers, encourages you to keep going. don't stop, never stop, let him find some relief.

"i'm- i'm close, baby. hmm, so close." he says, quietly. you pull your mouth slowly, careful not to hurt him.

"in my mouth, aemond. you'll finish in my mouth, okay?"

he nods quickly, happy with the faster pace you follow. your saliva coats his entire cock now, your tongue everywhere. he knows you're getting tired so he lifts himself closer to your lips, helping you.

when you look at him with teary eyes, he finishes. he lifts himself unconciously, comes inside your mouth with a soft groan. you keep moving your hand on him, help him through his orgasm.

"yes- fuck, yes, perfect. my perfect girl, you have no idea- yes, keep your hand there-"

he takes a few moments more to relax into you, fights with the urge to pull you to his chest and hold you there forever when you swallow. you give him a smile, your body falls next to his on bed as you listen his breathing sounds.

"do you feel better?" you ask, voice sleepy.

"mm-hmm, you were perfect."

you watch him go to bathroom quickly to clean himself. he comes back with slow steps and cleans your mouth and cheeks. you squirm a little under his touch as he throws the towel away and lays next to you. "would you like me to return the favor? are you too tired for that, sweetling?"

you nod, putting your head on his chest. "that was for you. you're welcome to return the favor in the morning though, if you want."

he holds you, kisses you thanks as you close your eyes. "i'll wake you up with my mouth on your sweet cunt. good night baby."

[theold-ultraviolence]

Reader is also very interested when Aemond works out at home but for very different reasons 👀

Omg of course!!! are you kidding...

cw: reader lusting over Aemond working out, PIV sex (but just the beginning of it because this is just a drabble)

It's raining outside and yet the spot beside you on the bed is empty, so that can only mean one thing: Aemond is already up and working out. You just hope he hasn't gone out for his morning run with this weather. So you go through your own morning routine, washing your face and teeth, brushing your hair and grabbing a robe before going to the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

And then you're struck first thing in the morning, with Aemond all settled in the living room working out. You lurk ever so silently to watch him, all mesmerized and freaking drooling over the sight.

His Adidas sweatpants are sticking to his lean legs, all sweaty as he he's doing push ups on the floor; he's got a tank top that shows off the way his shoulders and biceps bulge as he lifts himself up and down, over and over as if it's the easiest thing in the world and he weighs nothing.

He's doing some kind of cycle set because suddenly he's on his back, doing quick bicycle crunches that leave nothing to the imagination every time he extends-bends his legs, then switching quickly to bridge pose and repeating those same leg extensions as he's got his lower back lifted from the ground.

His silver blonde hair is dripping with sweat, he's grunting and huffing every time he does a rep, brows furrowed and nose all scrunched up in endurance. Instantly, you imagine those same sounds in a totally different setting, imagine yourself on the ground beneath him just as he turns over into a plank position to do mountain climbers.

Imagine that same gorgeous body, dripping with sweat, but naked on top of you.

Dear lords, you don't know if the room temperature is going up because of all the heat that Aemond is building up or if it's just you getting all flustered just watching him. Now that he's doing those god damn mountain climbers you have the perfect view of his ass, and an even better one of his bulge hanging there enticingly underneath his sweatpants.

You'd feel bad for gawking at him this way if this was any other person. But it's Aemond; whom you've been in a committed relationship wth for years now, with whom you share an apartment and have two doggies with. One of whom - Patch, your one-eyed pup - is beside his dad, hilariously imitating what Aemond is doing, and totally unaware of you lusting over him in one corner.

You watch him as he finishes his set, standing up and stretching his limbs, taking off his shirt to cool down before gulping down from his water bottle. The way his neck leans back to drink, exposing his jutting Adam's apple as he drinks, is what finally makes a quiet moan leave your throat.

Aemond follows the sound and blushes bright crimson when he sees you.

Before an evil smirk curves up his lips, and he turns to fully face you.

"What are you doing there, love? were you watching me this entire time?"

You can't even bring yourself to reply, feeling your throat all dry at the sight of his sculpted torso, his sharp hipbones and milky white skin all blotchy and glistening. Your eyes travel from his pectorals and the sweaty chest hair that covers them, down to all the moles scattered all over his stomach.

"Can you blame me?" You utter as you take a brave step forward while undoing the sash of your robe and discarding it on the floor.

Thankfully Patch gets too distracted with your robe, biting it and running off to his little nest by the kitchen to either play or go back to sleep.

Because you're on Aemond in a flash, pushing back down onto the couch, climbing on top of him and taking off your sleep t-shirt. "How about some cardio to finish off your workout?" you grin as your hands fly to the waistband of his sweatpants to pull them down, finding Aemond already rock-hard and leaking.

And he's chuckling to himself - all dimpled cheeks and gleaming eyes as he grabs a handful of your ass and helps you sink down onto him. "I'm so lucky to have a partner who cares about my fitness."

[arcielee]

Ahem... So... You and your husband, modernAegon, are playing a game in a cooperative. And this time, you took a couple of your friends and modernAemond to the party. Your husband's younger brother was a little awkward and uncomfortable, but he coped well. Although the strongest pressure throughout the game was exerted on him, in fact, by modernAegon himself. ModernAemond decided, that he needed to, somehow, defuse the situation between him and modernAegon.

ModernAemond: "Aegon. Aegon, come with me, please."

ModernAegon: "what?"

ModernAemond: "follow me, Aegon. - While their characters were moving around the location, the younger brother continued, - I have some bad news for you."

ModernAegon: "you are my bad news. - The character modernAemond has stopped. - What?"

ModernAemond: "I finally found Y/n. It's your wife's corpse. - Between the characters of the two brothers lay your dead character."

ModernAegon: "... Meh, I've seen it already. - And his character headed for the exit of the location."

Y/n: "wHaT?!"

ModernAemond: "... Pfftt... Ha-hah..."

Your friends: laughing.

Y/n: "how dare you? - You're laughing, - don't you feel sorry for me at all?!"

ModernAemond: "not the reaction I expected... - Softly snorts, chuckling."

ModernAegon: "what was I supposed to do? Fall to my knees and yell "nooOOOOOOooo" into the rainy sky?"

ModernAemond and Y/n: "yes!"

ModernAegon: "... - In a pompous voice, - no."

ModernAegon, modernAemond, Y/n, Y/n'a friends: laughing.

 

Fall to my knees and yell "nooOOOOOOooo" into the rainy sky?

[troublesomesnitch]

Modern Aemond - Breeding Kink

Modern!Aemond x Reader

You and Aemond explore his breeding kink for the first time.

Quick smut drabble because I was in a dirty mood and wanted to practice some things!

Contents: modern AU, foreplay only, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, dirty talk. Porn with zero plot.

Warnings: this is heavy on the kinks, we're getting a little fetishy in here.

Words: 1200

You have only just rinsed off the last dish in the sink when Aemond rises from his chair and comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest to your back. 

He did offer to help you with the post-dinner cleanup, but you refused like you always do - you like things done your way, and Aemond likes them done his way, and unfortunately your preferred approaches are often in conflict. 

And besides, you wanted him to watch you. You wanted him to come and embrace you exactly like this. 

He brushes his lips against the back of your neck, from your shoulder and all the way to your ear, pressing a lingering kiss to the delicate skin behind it. His touch is gentle, but the intent is clear, and it makes you giddy with excitement. For obvious reasons, but also because you have something special planned for tonight. 

Since the first time you slept with Aemond, you have known about this little kink of his. It is not very subtle - he loves to kiss your chest and stomach, he loves your breasts, he loves when you tell him to come inside of you. But he has never spoken about it, and neither have you. Aemond is not the sort of man who will happily tell you all about his dirty fantasies. He is much too buttoned up for that; too proud and reserved. 

So you must proceed with caution. 

“Touch me,” you sigh, smiling to yourself when Aemond does exactly as you expected, sliding his hand down your thigh and in between your legs. You are damp there already, and he gives a hum of appreciation, but he’ll have to wait a little longer before you get to that part.

"No -" you bite your lip, and your hand comes to rest on top of his, moving it higher until it's on your stomach instead. Right where it’s soft and rounded. "Touch me here."

He hesitates, not quite catching your drift, or maybe he doesn’t want to catch it. But you guide his hand over your belly, letting him feel where it curves, the softness of it, the little bump of protective fat that you spent your teenage years despairing over. 

It feels very taboo to be touched in such a way, and your heart beats fast when you look back at him over your shoulder. “You like that, don't you? Does it turn you on?”

There’s a slight pause, and Aemond presses his forehead to your hair before he answers with a reluctant yes.

"I like it too," you whisper, letting your head fall back against his chest. "I like to imagine it - being pregnant with your child - being all round and heavy..."

Aemond gives the softest moan, right in your ear, and he holds you tight against his body, his cock growing hard against your backside.

Oh he likes it, alright. He likes it a lot.

“Say that again,” he breathes, hoarse and husky. “Tell me you want to be heavy with my child.”

“I want to be heavy with your child -” you wiggle against his crotch, drawing another little gasp from him. “I want you to fuck a baby into me - fill me with your cum -”

You blush at your own words, and Aemond stifles a groan. His hips move slowly against you, rubbing his stiff cock against your bottom, and his hand keeps stroking you even without your own to guide it. Moving in little circles over your stomach, pretending that you’re already full of him. 

Your lips part, and you turn your neck around as best as you can, desperate for a kiss. It is an awkward angle, and even more so because Aemond has a fair bit of height on you, but you tilt your face up, and he bends his face down, and you meet somewhere in the middle. Except he doesn't kiss you, not really. Rather, he brushes his lips against yours, so slowly, teasing you with soft and delicate touches. No open mouths, no tongue. Just the feel of his warm, wet lips, and when you reach up for more, he draws back.

"Kiss me -" you beg, but Aemond shakes his head, and his arm around your waist holds you firmly in place.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” he breathes.

He loves it when you say filthy things. It gets him so hard, drives him mad with need. But he is making it difficult for you now, with the way he's holding you, the way he’s thrusting up against your arse. You can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a whole sentence.  

“Gently,” you manage. “I want you to be gentle - I want you to make love to me.”

“I can do that,” he whispers, brushing his nose against your hair, dipping lower to nibble at your ear. 

“And - oh - I want you to come inside of me - want you to empty your balls right into my womb -”

Aemond moans loudly at that, much too aroused now to feel self-conscious about anything. He touches you with both hands, gently and intimately, caressing the curve of your stomach and rubbing his palms over your soft little belly. Savouring how warm you are, how smooth and lovely. Perfectly ripe for what he’d like to put in you. 

“I want you to imagine it,” you breathe, every bit as turned on as he is. “I'd be pregnant, and you would touch me like you're doing now, and feel my belly all full and round, and my tits too -”

“Fuck,” Aemond groans, and his hips jerk against you. “Oh - fuck.”

He turns you around to face him and easily lifts you onto the kitchen counter, so he can lean down to kiss you. Properly, finally. You whimper when his tongue slides against yours, and you slip your hand down to stroke the hard bulge in his pants, squeezing it firmly before you undo his zipper and wrap your fingers around his cock. 

The tip of it is wet with precum, and you spread the fluid over his shaft before you begin to stroke him in earnest, dragging his foreskin up and down at a steady pace; tightening your grip as the filthiest words spill from your lips. 

Do you want to get me pregnant, Aemond? Do you want to feel my little wet cunt? Do you want to spurt your hot seed inside me?

“Stop -” he pants. “You'll make me come -”

“I want you to be close,” you coo, still stroking him, although you do slow down the pace. “I want your cock so hard, and your balls full of cum - big and heavy with it, so you can breed me properly -”

“Stop,” Aemond hisses, and his fingers close around your wrist, gripping it so tight that it hurts. His eyes are dark, and his voice is low and with that hint of a temper that excites you more than it probably should. You like that he’s a little moody. Volatile, even. 

“I want you,” you mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, desperate to feel him closer. “Call me something bad, call me a slut -”

“You are a slut,” he whispers in between kisses. “You’re my dirty little slut - my filthy little whore -”

You moan in response, and there’s a playful look on your face when you pull back and look up at him through your eyelashes.

“We should practice - making a baby…” 

“Yes,” Aemond says with the most devastating smirk. “We should.”

Tagging: @arcielee @helaelaemond

[writingsofwesteros]

“Want a berry, father?” You heard your daughter babbling and you couldn’t stop the soft smile coming over your face. It was nice to have your own little world here, you thought to yourself as you wiped your hands. The baking had nearly destroyed the pretty little kitchen.

“I hope you have not allowed the cat out.” You called from the room as you heard them both chatting together. Your sweet girl only giggled as your eyes looked out of the window for Vaghar.  

[youraverageaemondsimp]

DÉPAYSEMENT // Modern!Fem!reader x Aemond Targaryen [HIATUS]

Summary: You had volunteered to parttake in a time travel experiment, thinking that this attempt would also fail just like the others but you never give up an opportunity to learn or experience new things, so what happens when the experiment does end up successful? trapped in the period of the greatest civil war, you try to not interfere between those events while trying to figure out a way back hopelessly, until you bump into none other than Aemond targaryen.

based off this idea

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Chapter one ; Chapter two ; Chapter three ;

Chapter four ; Chapter five ; Chapter six ;

Chapter seven ; Chapter eight ; Chapter nine ;

Chapter ten ; Chapter eleven ; Chapter Twelve ;

Chapter Thirteen ; Chapter Fourteen ; Epilogue ;

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drabble : life before you went back in time

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[asumofwords]

Masterlist

Hi I'm Tee! I write fanfic and am entirely feral. Smoke, Fire and Ash is my first ever fanfic and is still ongoing. I'm in my mid twenties, and have always enjoyed reading and writing! My AO3 is the same handle @asumofwords

I write for Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Larys Strong (lol), but am open to writing for other characters such as Joel Miller (TLA), Negan or Daryl (TWD), Loki, Bucky, Zemo, Venom, Miguel O'Hara (MARVEL), Frank Castle (Punisher), open to most GOT characters too.

But I'm also open to writing for other characters so it's best to just ask if you're unsure!! <3

Am excited to explore these characters in my writing in the future!

Currently my requests are CLOSED!

BOUNDARIES FOR REQUESTS: I will not write for anyone who is underage (actor and character) and I will not write anything for stepdad/stepchild fics.

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Lighthouse - Miniseries - (COMPLETED)

Sailor!Aemond x LighthouseKeeper!Reader

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Til Death Do Us Part - Oneshot

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Treat

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Midpoint Common Factors

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Unsought Betrothal - Dark!Aemond Targaryen

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Cock sizes Drabble

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