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Tutoring Sessions

MODERN!AEMOND X FEM!READER | SMUT

Warning ⚠️: minors dni, sexual scenes, slight bdsm.

A/n : This is the full length smut for two other tutor Aemond drabbles I had written previously. You can read this on its own or you can read those drabbles before reading this. Also, I didn't get to proofread it, so please forgive any mistakes if found.

Link for PART 1 & PART 2.

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Deep breaths.

Take in deep steady breaths.

You kept repeating the instructions in your head as you walked over to your room with him tailing behind.

It had been weeks now since Aemond had started tutoring you; and weeks since you've been feeling the burning heat between your legs.

You prayed to God he wouldn't notice the slight tremble in your legs as you pulled your seat back.

You stood there staring at him as he took his own seat. Your eyes were trained on his every little movement. By now you knew by heart how the first few moments would unfold.

You recited the actions in your mind beforehand as he did his little routine.

First he would pull off the black hair tie off his left wrist with his teeth.

Then he would put his long snow hair back in a careless bun. His arms flexing subtly, as he would take the tie off his mouth to secure the bun.

He would crack his knuckles while stretching, making every vein of his strain on his muscles seductively.

And then finally he would bring out a pen from his pocket and recline in the chair, with his legs spread wide and would look at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to show your homework.

"Well? You're gonna sit or what?"

The deep voice snapped you out of your daze and you realised you were gawking at him while still standing behind your chair like a fool.

You felt your face heat up as you scrambled to sit down, mentally cussing yourself for behaving like a clutz.

Aemond shifted his gaze back to the books spread across the table and began to look at your work.

Did he not notice?

You didn't know whether to feel relieved or dissapointed.

After weeks of lusting over your tutor in silence you finally decided to make a bold move.

That day you 'forgot' to wear your bra beneath your cute baby pink t-shirt, which sat tight across chest.

But seeing as how Aemond didn't even spare a glance at your body, you surmised he must've not noticed it yet.

You still had hope to catch his attention though.

You leaned forward, pushing your your tits together, to look at your notebook that he was currently checking.

You deliberately shifted close enough to let your breath fan his arm softly as he checked your work.

You looked back at his face, hard with concentration. The deep rumbles as he hummed to each correct answer, made you feel lightheaded. It was a wonder how you hadn't moaned out loud yet.

Dejectedly you spent the next half an hour working on math problems.

Does he really have no interest in me ?

You thought to yourself.

You decided to try again . Your hand slipped purposefully and dropped the pen you were holding, which rolled right between Aemond's legs.

The fates must've been on your side.

While whispering a soft 'oops sorry' you get down on your knees and lean slowly and deliberately between his legs with extra care to push your shorts clad ass in the air. You didn't dare look at him but you fantasized the kind of expression you would want on him.

Letting a slow sigh you stretched forward to retrieve your pen, but a sharp tug on your hair made you stop.

You felt your head being pulled backwards by a firm but gentle grip.

"Hmm" he said with a soft smirk, eye glittering with amusement. "Now that's enough kitten."

You gulped as you were forced to look up at him, feeling like a child caught in mischief.

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Aemond felt air getting knocked out of his body when the door opened to reveal you.

His eye immediately fixated on your chest. Your tshirt was sitting tight over your perky breasts, with nothing in between the flimsy cloth and your skin.

He never expected such a meek creature as you to make such a move.

He noticed your deep blush and avoiding gaze and chuckled internally.

Teaching you every time was a torture for him. Not that you were a bad student, infact your performance was more than satisfactory.

What drove him mad was how he seemed to be losing his senses whenever he was around you.

Aemond had always led a disciplined life with a strict moral sense. But when it came to you, the dam of discipline he had created to keep his beast self inside, seemed to be at it's bursting point.

He had managed to hold himself back thinking he would let the dam finally burst upon you, but only after your exams, when he wouldn't tutor you anymore. He thought he had been managing well until that day.

The sight of your half exposed asscheeks swaying infront of him; your tied up hair revealing your neck, the jiggle in your tits every time you leaned forward towards him and the sight of the pebbled nipples through your flimsy tshirt drove him absolutely feral.

He could see you were trying hard to catch his eye. Your little pouts of dissapointment at his lack of response made him want to snatch you up on his lap and kiss the life out of you.

But he wouldn't give in that easily.

Or so he thought.

The moment you crouched between his legs, deliberately swaying your ass right up at him, was when he had had enough. There was no way he could hold back after that stunt.

Before he could even gather his thoughts, his hand shot out to grab your hair and pulled it back.

"Now that's enough kitten."

"Tsk tsk tsk" he tutted playfully, still holding your head in place. " You've been very distracted today have you not?"

You just avoided his gaze in response. You felt fear , or was it thrill rushing through your veins?

You had wanted this exactly, had you not? So then why did your mouth go dry at being caught?

"Words." He said sternly.

"Y-yes."

You didn't know. You didn't know whether you were scared or excited. But all you knew was you wanted his skin on yours.

"Hmm." That was all he said. You expected him to tell you off but he just stared at you with an expression you recognised as intense lust. You followed his eye which left burning trails on your body wherever it gazed upon.

He slowly stood up, your head still held captive by him jerked backwards at the movement.

He tugged at your hair, gesturing you to rise and so you did.

Standing so close to him, made you see him in entirely different light. You could see every detail of his handsome face and you could hear him breath.

Wordlessly he made you turn around to face the desk.

You were confused but you let him take the lead.

"Solve."

Wait what? Wasn't this the part where the racy stuff should begin? What did he mean by solve?

You looked back up at him and blinked in utter confusion. He raised his eyebrow by a millimetre, as if to say " You heard me."

"Excuse me?"

" I'm not going to repeat myself." The threat to not try his patience was evident in his voice. You dared not to challenge him, so you turned to the open textbooks with math problems and begrudgingly started to solve them.

Your pen halted as you felt a masculine hand snake up at your waist and other at the small of your back.

You felt him bending your body slowly with grace. Your breath hitched at his hand grazing your half exposed bottom.

"I didn't tell you stop. Continue."

Was he serious? You wondered to yourself. But deciding to not cross him, you tried hard to focus back on the math problem.

Your hands trembled as you felt him feeling up your ass. A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt him pulling your short up, wedging them between your legs. You felt cold air brush against your exposed skin.

You tried to turn your head back to look at him but before you could, his hand shot up to hold your head in place , facing the notebook.

Your thoughts were just a haze at this point. Your laboured breaths were all that could be heard in your room. You pressed your legs together desperately to subside the throbbing of your cunt.

"Wrong." His deep voice announced before you felt a sharp sound of skin slapping on skin, and moment later the pain washed over you like ice cold water. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you tried to gasp for the air that escaped you.

Before you could question him about it, another ringing smack on your ass made you cry out loud this time.

A third one. And then a fourth.

You realised you had solved the question wrong.

By then you couldn't even support yourself up, and laid your head down on the desk.

A single tear escaped you. It hurt but with the depraved moans escaping your mouth on each spank, you realised you were loving every second of it.

He stopped after what seemed like eternity. Your ass was raw and burning hot.

You felt him bend himself over you until his face was inches above yours. He swept your hair aside and whispered in your ear, " You knew you needed that didn't you kitten?".

You could only whimper in response, to which he chuckled.

You felt a bit annoyed at his humor, and snapped, or at least tried to be as snappy as someone who just got spanked could be, " It hurts you know? Could've given me a warning."

"Hmm" he said while taking your earlobe between his teeth to nibble sensually.

His hand creeped between your ass to rest at your pussy. "For someone so pissed, this pussy seems to be awfully wet. It'll be dripping down your thighs any moment."

You moaned loudly as his long fingers slipped beneath the bunched up shorts and slid smoothly over your wet folds.

He sucked your earlobe all while playing with your swollen clit.

" You know what?" He finally let go of your ear. "You can't focus on your studies like that. I can see your pretty little head is full of filth. I'll need to fuck it out of you, right kitten?" He purred in a patronizing tone.

" Mm yes." You barely manage to get it out between your moans.

His fingers stopped dead. " Yes what?"

" Y-yes please Sir." You cried out at the lack of pressure on your needy cunt.

Instead of resuming he withdrew completely, but only to pull down your short and panties at one swift move.

You straighten up from the desk , but he quickly pushed you back down.

You thought maybe this was it, maybe he'll put it in now. But no. You peeped behind you to see he had sunk on his knees, with his face placed directly behind your ass.

The cool sensation of his breath hitting the wetness of your pussy made you shiver.

Aemond sat still for a few seconds, admiring the view laid out in front of him. The plump ass was now raw and red , thanks to him. Proud of his work, he started to run his lips along the angry red handprints across you soft skin.

Your hands reached back in embarrassment, to pull him away from burying his face in your ass. Aemond just held both of your wrists in one of his hands and bit your asscheek harshly, as if to give a warning.

He parted your legs with his knee, to get better access. The bundle of shorts that now looked at your ankles, restrained you from opening up anymore.

Aemond didn't waste a second and started to lap up your dripping juices like a hungry dog. His tongue exploring every crevice of your cunt. Just as you felt him play with your swollen bud, you lost it.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and as for your moans, you couldn't believe you were capable of creating sounds such as those.

You face lay flat against the open notebook, as you lost almost all your consciousness.

You came again and again , until you lost count, and just when you were at the brink of passing out he drew back.

If he hadn't been holding you in place , you would have slumped to the ground in a messy puddle of your own.

He turned you in his arms to face him, and the sight made your your whole body go flush. White liquid was glistening on his lips as well as nose; even his chin was a mess covered in your release.

You reached out to wipe it off, but decided better against it. Getting on your tiptoes, you reached up and licked right across his chin, tasting yourself on him.

Aemond smirked at your boldness, and pushed his head forward to gesture you to continue.

Taking encouragement from that you began licking every last drop of liquid from his face.

Deciding you were taking to long, Aemond hungrily took your lips between his and sucked on them hard. The kiss was urgent and a mess of both your overwhelming passion. It felt like a and aggressive fight but with lips. You fought hard but gradually gave out, letting him take the lead.

While still kissing you get sank back in the chair and forced you on your knees between his legs.

He was crouching to kiss you while holding your head with both hands.

He finally let you go; your lips now swollen red.

Just as he withdrew himself from you, you slumped over his lap.

You head laying right in front of his crotch.

Aemond took a moment to realise he was living his fantasy, and it was way better than he ever imagined.

Your messy hair falling across your half closed eyes, red lips ; t-shirt see through with sweat showing your cute tits, plump thighs smushed together. You were a mess and yet to him you looked divine, especially while between his legs.

He gently swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and tucked stray stands of hair behind your ear. Bending down he pressed a soft lasting kiss with utmost gentleness.

You were surprised by the contrast this kiss had with the last one. You looked up at him with a silent plea, to hold you. And he understood.

Strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you up on his lap with ease.

You laid your head on his shoulders to take in his sweaty but masculine scent.

Aemond slid his hand over his crotch to finally free it from restraint. His hard member pressed into your soft supple ass.

He swiped the tip around your skin a few times , loving the way your flesh engulfed him.

Slowly he slid into your still wet pussy. You groaned loudly at the pain that spread in you lower body. Aemond kissed your neck softly on reassurance.

He drew you head back so that you could look him in the eye, and you did. You felt a surge of emotions from him, which you couldn't really describe, but you let those emotions wash all over you.

Biting your lip you adjusted yourself around him , trying to familiarise the pain.

Aemond raised the sweat soaked t-shirt to rest them over your tits. He latched himself on the right nipple as you started to slowly ground your hips to his.

The pain gave way to pleasure, and soon all you wanted was for him to fully fill you up with himself.

You were plopping up and down on his length, as he hungrily sucked your breast.

You felt yourself growing weak as you neared your release, and your pace slowed down.

As if on cue, Aemond's hands snaked around your waist to bring you impossibly close to him as he started to pound upwards inside of you.

His steady pounding made your moans come out in a rhythm. Your head lolled back to the crook of his neck as he increased his pace to a lightning speed.

You felt a loud ringing in your ears as you felt yourself shake in his arms while cumming all over him and his pants.

Even after that Aemond kept his pace and fucked you with all his might till he successfully chased his own release.

Both of you laid on the same position for the few minutes, heaving heavily.

In your state of half sleep you felt him kiss your forehead as he laid you on your bed.

Before leaving he whispered into your ear, "We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, okay kitten?"

All you could do was let out a soft hmm in response.

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Ah, yes. Team Green. Featuring a repressed lesbian still reeling from the fallout of her complicated situationship. An evil grandfather who eventually will become jobless. A guard who doubles as a stepfather and a hit man. An alcoholic. A doomed prophetess. An overpowered anime villain and his geriatric nuclear warhead. And a fourth child who may or may not exist.

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You Were Always With Me | Masterlist [completed]

Pairing: possessive!Aemond x Reader

Warning: Mature, smut, explicit, angst, blood, spoiler for Fire & Blood, fluff

Synospis: You are a lady from high birth, daughter to an important man of the court. You were raised in King’s Landing along with the Targaryen princes. You always felt close to Aemond, as you had much in common. But he always seems so inaccessible to you, particularly as he grew up. Now you make the decision to leave, and Aemond is not really happy about it.

A/N: Did a fic overhaul. To future readers, the beginning might seem a little weird, but it gets better, I promise.

Chapters: [AO3]

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / (5) / (6) / (7) / (8) / (9) / (10) / (11) / (12) / (13) / (14) / (15) / (16) / (17) / (18) / (19) / (20) / (21) / (22) / (23) / (24) / (25) / (26) / (27) / (28) / (29) / (30) / (31)/ (32)/(33) / (34) / Epilogue

Annexes: (Bonus chapters) (1)

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My Lady Strong (I)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 1,645

CW: childbirth, Aegon being Aegon, Bullying, child abuse, fear of the dark, refrences to torture, loving parents, oc is described to have brown hair, streaked with silver and purple eyes

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire charecters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all charecters are his  except for my OC          

When Rhaenyra fell pregnant for a second time, she knew it would be different.

For the birth of Jacaerys, her pregnancy was followed with mass celebrations, house Veleryon showering her with gifts, proud that a child with Velaryon blood would sit on the iron throne. But after his birth, the celebrations ceased. Whispers swept through the court, questioning his birth. But after a few months, many came to the agreement it was his grandmother Rhaenys Baratheon’s blood shining through, she once looked more Baratheon than Targeryen and the child was merely taking after her.

But then she fell pregnant again, and though she was once more greeted with celebrations, the court held its breath.

One child born with the Baratheon looks was one thing, genetics was a mystery and it was pure chance he had brown hair and eyes.

But if this child too had the ‘Baratheon looks’ then it would all but confirm the rumours queen Alicent spun.

But that was not why Rhaenyra felt this pregnancy to be different, unlike her first pregnancy, she had different symptoms, morning skinniness, new cravings, and where before she had always had clear skin she was getting pimples and spots. She hoped for a girl, having always wanted a little sister, and now she would have a daughter. She had only ever imagined having girls, and though she was not disappointed at having a boy when the masters spoke of their predictions of it being a girl, she got a little jump in her step.

So, when she went into labour, whilst the court held its breath waiting for the legitimacy of her children to be confirmed, she held her excitement over having a daughter.

The day of her labour was not cheerful, the skies were grey and cloudy and when her contractions began rain fell from the sky, a storm from Stormsend having reached KingsLanding.

With the wind rattling against the windows, and thunder striking down from the sky, the family waiting outside, Viserys pacing the halls. Alicent biting her nails. This labour was tough, though Jacaerys birth had been easy, this had taken double the time his had, her screams, louder than even the storm raging outside. And when it all stopped the family feared the worse.

The young prince Aemond, only eighteen moons old had awoken, screaming insisting he is with his mother. Only to arrive just in time to hear his niece's screams and his eldest sister's laughter.

He rushed into her room, not even allowing time for his father to check on his daughter, before jumping up (as well as a toddler could) and sitting next to his sister insisting on holding his niece. Tired from the labour Rhaenyra agreed.

When her father and Alicent finally entered, they were quick to approach. Alicent caught a glimpse of black hair streaked with silver.

“A girl?” Viserys questioned, smiling down at the babe in Aemonds arms.

Nodding, Rhaenyra smiled “Aemma” she declared, causing a delighted laugh to leave Viserys mouth.

“She looks just like her, the Arryn genes are strong with her it seems, she even has your mother’s eyes.” And she did, Arryn blue eyes, not violet, as she had dreamed, but perfect.

She had attempted to take Aemma back from  Aemond, but he had not let go, simply smiling and babbling to his niece, his Aemma.

As the years went by Aemond continued to stay with Aemma, scarcely letting her stray from his sight, his hand always holding hers. Where one was, the other was always near. Being the only two without a dragon, his never hatching, and her own destroyed along following the storm on the day of her birth, they had the same lessons, with no dragon lessons, they were very rarely apart.

Aemma had grown into a sweet, beautiful, and intelligent girl. Her looks compared to that of her great-grandmother, Daella, alongside her sweet nature. She had an innocence around her, being the middle child and only girl of her mother, her mother wished to preserve the child-like wonder for her daughter, wishing to grant her daughter the childhood of being the heir and the only child of a king stolen from her. Aemond was all too pleased to keep her like this, wanting to preserve her wonder, her need for him. Though book smart, the sheltered life she lived kept her from the real world. She was even protected from rumours, though they still were whispered, all desired to keep her from them.

She was a kind girl and underserving of the cruelty of court, but even that did not protect her from her family. Alicent had always been fond of her, always allowing her near her children, being kind, braiding her hair and even commissioning gifts for her. She was close to Heleana, the pair, whenever Aemond left her alone, often found each other’s company. Aemma was one the few people to share her interest in insects, even going out of her way to collect any that she thought Heleana might enjoy. But Aegon and her brothers were another story. Aegon was a jealous person, envying his niece for the kindness his mother never found him, so he took it out on her.

When Jacaerys let slip Aemma’s fear of the dark, an idea struck him.

The black cells.

Aemma rarely slept alone, with Aemond often sneaking in and sleeping with her, hating the moments apart even when they sleep. When he was sick, they often slept apart, his fear of catching his illness, however little or contagious it was. And her chambers always had candles lit for when she did sleep, a reassurance that whatever lurked in the dark was stopped by the glow of a candle.

Aegon waited for Aemond to fall ill, for a time he knew she would be alone. And snuck into her chambers, her brothers by his side.

It was the dead of night, the boys aged 9 and 6 tired but willing to please their uncle, snuck into her rooms and carried her through the keep down to the third level of black cells.

Being a deep sleeper, she didn’t wake once, not even flinch when Aegon picked her up and then dumped her in the cells.

They had run off giggling, thinking it a brilliant prank, and a way to cure her of her fear, as Aegon put it.

They had thought it would be overcome morning, that she would wake in the dark before finding the door and leaving.

None of them expected her to be locked in there for a week, they did not know the doors were locked and only opened from the outside.

The keep was in disarray searching for her, neither boy spoke up, fear of their punishment keeping them.

Aemond was driving everyone mad, ordering and screaming for her to be found. He was normally a shy quiet boy, unsure of himself. But with his Aemma missing all that was left of him was a madman.

The rest of the keep was in disarray. All guards were on the lookout for the princess, searching high and low. She had completely disappeared, without a trace.

The boys were growing nervous, they couldn’t admit to what had been done and they feared the black cells too much to return and retrieve her.

Aemma had woken in complete darkness, she could even see her hand it was so dark.

She could hear screaming as if they were her own, but she didn’t notice, she didn’t even notice as she crawled forward in her small cell and pounded on the door, begging to be let out. Or as she threw her guts up after hours of screaming and pounding.

She did notice when it all went quiet. When even her screams stopped when the screams of the criminals being tortured turned quiet.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, there was no way to tell day from night.

She slept when she collapsed, her tears lulling her into a tormented sleep, her stomach empty and churning.

She had no food nor water, the dungeon master had no clue she was down here, and no one did.

 Not until a week had passed and Aemond dreamt of the black cells. She had refused to rest till she was found, but collapsing from exhaustion lead to his dream, leading his startling awake, and his racing to the cells. Ser Criston Cole was quick to follow him, though he did not care for the girl he still had a duty as a kingsguard. She was found after three hours of searching, three hours of Aemond shouting and ordering guards to search every cell on every level.

Ser Harwin Strong found her, he and her mother had, like Aemond, not stopped, fearing the worse, had not rested. When he found her she was sitting in the corner, head between her legs, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face. She was thin, with chapped lips, her face red and puffed with her never-ending tears.

She screamed when the light poured in, shuffling back into her corner.

“Aemma” Harwin breathed, before alerting the rest of the guard, Aemond came running over, taking her into his arms.

“Aemma” he cooed, taking her hand, she had flinched back from Harwin when he took her hand, but with Aemond she took it, and jumped in his arms, tears falling from her eyes once more. “it’s ok…it’s ok… your safe now” he spoke softly, stroking her hair.

Maesters were quick to attend to her, she was weak and dehydrated. And her mind was still in a panic. She refused to let go of Aemond, using him as a shield when her brothers and Aegon paid her a visit.

She never said who had done it, but her distance and new timid nature around her brothers and uncle was proof enough for Aemond.

But he couldn’t do anything, he was a victim of their bullying. Though they never did something similar or remotely as cruel again, Aemonds crazed state was enough for them to leave Aemma and him alone, at least until the pink dread.

a/n more of an intro chapter, half edited

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⌗ 𝘛𝘎𝘊 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ( ♱ )

He would be possessive and controlling, driven by his fear of losing his darling. He would show his love and affection through lavish gifts, constant attention, and grand gestures of devotion, all while subtly manipulating his darling's actions and decisions to ensure they remain by his side. His intensity would escalate gradually, starting with subtle hints of possessiveness and control before turning into more overt displays of jealousy and manipulation. He would be skilled at reading and understanding his darling's emotions, using this knowledge to both comfort and control them. He would treat his darling with a mix of adoration and manipulation, alternating between moments of intense affection and cold detachment depending on his mood and his perceived threat to their relationship. If his darling were abducted, he would likely use a combination of emotional manipulation and psychological torture to break their will and ensure their compliance. He may mock them or belittle their attempts to resist, but he would ultimately be driven by his desire to possess and control them rather than inflicting physical harm. He would struggle with feelings of vulnerability when it comes to his darling, fearing rejection or betrayal more than anything else. If his darling were to fight back, he would be devastated and likely become even more possessive and controlling in an attempt to regain their affection. His darling's worst experience would likely involve a combination of emotional manipulation, psychological torture, and physical confinement, designed to break their spirit and ensure their compliance. He would be intensely jealous and possessive, lashing out at anyone who he perceives as a threat to his relationship with his darling. He may cope by isolating his darling from others or by attempting to control every aspect of their life. Around his darling, his true colors would be drastically different from how he acts around others. He would be charming and attentive, but also possessive and controlling, hiding his darker tendencies behind a facade of love and devotion. If his darling were to disobey him, he would likely punish them through emotional manipulation, psychological torture, or physical confinement. He would gradually strip away their rights and freedoms, exerting more and more control over every aspect of their life. He would struggle to move on if his darling were to leave or escape, feeling a deep sense of loss and betrayal. He may never truly feel guilty about abducting his darling, believing that their love justifies his actions. He may eventually let his darling go if he realizes that his possessiveness is ultimately driving them away, but he would likely struggle with feelings of resentment and longing for a long time afterward. Seeing his darling scream, cry, or isolate themselves would both disturb and intrigue him, fueling his desire to possess and control them even more. He would worship his darling to an unhealthy degree, willing to go to any length to win them over and keep them by his side. He would pine after them endlessly, becoming increasingly desperate and unstable as time goes on. Ultimately, he may be willing to break his darling emotionally if he feels they are slipping away from him, using manipulation and psychological torture to ensure their continued compliance and devotion.

The cold air whispered through the cracks in the window frame, sending shivers down her spine as she sat huddled in the dimly lit room. Her eyes flickered nervously around the unfamiliar surroundings, her heart pounding with fear and confusion. How had she ended up here, trapped in this eerie silence?

Tom stood in the doorway, watching her with fascination. His dark eyes gleamed with intensity as he approached, his footsteps echoing off the barren walls.

"Are you comfortable, darling?" he asked, his voice dripping with false concern.

She recoiled instinctively, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Where am I? What do you want from me?"

Tom's lips curled into a sinister smile as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush against her cheek. "You're with me now, where you belong. And what I want is simple – you."

Her heart raced as she tried to make sense of his words, the realization sinking in that she was indeed trapped in his grasp.

As the days passed, Tom's demeanor shifted between moments of kindness and flashes of cruelty. He would bring her meals, whispering sweet promises of love and devotion, only to turn cold and distant at the slightest sign of defiance.

She struggled to maintain her composure, clinging to the hope of escape even as the days blurred together in a haze of fear and uncertainty.

One evening, as the moon cast a soft glow through the window, Tom approached her with a determined glint in his eyes. "I can see it in your eyes, darling. You're still fighting against me, against us. But I won't let you go. You're mine, now and forever."

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Tom. Let me go. I don't belong here."

His grip tightened on her arm, his voice laced with desperation. "You're wrong, darling. You belong with me. And I'll do whatever it takes to make you see that."

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

[jaegonsmoon]

[lorastyrels]

A dragon has three heads

[fruitageoforanges]

thinking about how the greens are so conquerors-coded. obviously aegon ii has those parallels to aegon i, a terrible legacy and expectation of fire and blood, but helaena also has parallels with rhaenys as a queen who’s considered a softer counterpart to her husband and beloved by the smallfolk.

then there’s aemond. possibly the most visenya-coded targ since the woman herself. he has her dragon, her penchant for war crimes, her commitment to her duty, potentially also her black magic depending on what the truth of his relationship with alys is — but i think the way he’s most like visenya is in his relationship with his siblings, especially aegon. he really is aegon’s visenya — his sullen, sometimes disagreeable protector. his sword will always fall on aegon’s side. he saves him at rook’s rest, rules the country in his stead and doesn’t try to take it, eventually dies trying to secure his crown. say what you will about aegon and aemond’s relationship, i think at the heart of it he has visenya-like devotion and duty.

[aegonslawyer]

I’m glad Ewan Mitchell doesn’t have social media and doesn’t have to personally deal with the amount of losers who infantilise him for choosing to attend an event.

don’t these people think that a twenty-six year old man who avoids all press events would refuse to attend Comic Con if he was afraid to go?

Comic Con Brazil is an event he has chosen to attend, and most likely the first of many more public appearances. a chance to test the waters for him, maybe.

Ewan is probably excited for this, be excited for him too.

don’t baby him for his career and choices, infantilising your fave is still toxic fandom culture.

[themotherofhorses]

masterlist

obsessed!aemond targaryen, who has had his eye on his sweet and beautiful little niece ever since childhood.

obsessed!aemond targaryen, who looks at the princess as if she holds the moon and stars in her eyes. in her lips and hands and her entire soul. and he loves her for that.

obsessed!aemond targaryen, who was quick to bed her the night she arrived back at king's landing with her mother and father and siblings. who whispers in her ear how he will not stop until his child is sound asleep in her womb and both their families have no other option but to allow them to wed.

obsessed!aemond targaryen, who soon discovers that both alicent and rhaenyra have been sneaking in the moon tea for his niece. and that is the reason why she remains the same, and why her monthly blood stains her sheets several days afterward.

obsessed!aemond targaryen, who overhears that his grandsire and mother intend to betroth him to a lady of house baratheon. and that rhaenyra wishes for her daughter to wed the wolf of the north, cregan stark.

obsessed!aemond targaryen, who, after one full night filled with decisions and plans, steals his niece away on vhagar and takes her to pentos, where they marry in their ancestral style of old valyria.

obsessed!aemond targaryen, who finally returns home with his wife but only after the birth of their firstborn child. and when they greet their families, he hopes they take notice of the silver-haired babe swaddled in his arms, and how her belly has the smallest bump to it.

and obsessed!aemond targaryen, who cannot help but smirk at his uncle, who happens to be his father-in-law as well. because now, even daemon targaryen cannot deny that the apple does not fall far from the tree.

notes: i too am an obsessive whore, and this is proof. whatever. do what you want with this. i just needed to get this outta my head before i went stupid and crazy.

[corviids]

Is now the time I will beg for a drabble of lucemond being possessive of each other in front of everyone? Yes, it is! (Misty dream verse, I love it when people realize there's a reason they have so many children)

Someone tries to hit on one of them thinking they hate each other and the other turns feral.

Pretty please!

why have normal relationship when u can have possessive dragon husband

[slutforaemond]

modern! aemond x fem! reader | SMUT

Warning ⚠️: minors don't interact, angst leading to teensy bit of fluff leading to pure filth, I might or might not have gone overboard with the spit kink (sorry not sorry)

A/n: Tbh i have no idea what I did here, just went with the flow. Hope you enjoy!✿

Oh and here is a Modern Aemond Fanart I made based on this bit.

MASTERLIST

You winced as you downed yet another shot of tequila.

Still not enough.

You were still too sober to block out the pain you felt.

Aemond Targaryen, the heir to one of the most influential company in the country. Except that company was a facade under which the real Targaryen business hid. They were the top dogs of the underworld, ruthless and cold.

You knew your risks when you started dating Aemond, and you were more than ready to face them if it meant it would allow you to be with him.

But you were stupid, you thought to yourself. Stupid to think you could be with him forever. The day he started to slowly take over the business three weeks ago, he gradually began to keep his distance from you. You barely saw him and his only excuse would be work. But you still endured that, thinking he would come around. That's what you thought until this morning when you went to find him in his office, he wasn't there at all. When you asked his secretary about his whereabouts you got to know he left office with a woman.

Doubts and insecurities plagued your mind all day. You were sure he was planning on leaving you for another woman, because nothing could explain his actions from the past few weeks, you thought.

On feeling a presence by your side, that was too close for your comfort, you turned around to see a man smirking at you flirtatiously.

"You're too hot to be alone, mind if I join you?" He asks.

"Yeah sure , whatever." You said nonchalantly.

You could care least about anyone else now. Your phone rang yet again.

It was Aemond.

Again.

You ignored it and ask the bartender, who was now looking at you worriedly, for another drink. You had been sitting there for hours , refusing to move . You couldn't move. All you could think about was what you heard in the morning, and how Aemond had been behaving.

"Wanna join me for a dance?" The man tried again . You look at him again, and find that he was an actually pleasant looking guy. But nothing impressed you anymore. Aemond had ruined all men for you. Nothing could compare to his sharp jaw and nose, his magical violet eyes, his curved thin lips and ethereal white hair. You were whipped for him, and you knew it was going to be your bane.

Just as you were about to turn the man down, your eyes caught a man with white hair in a man bun, piercings gracing his face and tattoos covering up his skin deliciously, and an eyepatch sitting on his left eye; he was scanning the crowd in search for someone . Finally, his eye landed on you. You heart skipped a beat, and you hated yourself for it.

Aemond was furious.

As you saw him storming towards you, you turned to look at the man by your side and offered him your hand while smirking, "Sure, let's dance. " You threw a glance towards Aemond as he approached closer, and smiled pointedly at him, to rouse him even more.

But before the poor man could even touch your hand , he got grabbed by the collar from behind by your seething boyfriend.

"Keep your hands off her. She's mine." Aemond growled at the man which made him scurry out of his grasp and hurriedly disappear into the crowd.

"What the hell Aemond! Why are you here?" You shouted feeling extremely frustrated.

"Why am I here? What the fuck are you doing here? " He sneered back. He didn't raise his voice at you, he never did, but you could hear it in his voice just how enraged he was.

"Finding a new man what else." You said rolling your eyes. "You clearly have found yourself some other bitch to play with." You tried to hide the pain in your voice by masking it with spite, though you weren't sure you succeeded.

"What are you even going on about? You will come with me right this instant. Get up." His voice held the finality that made you want to submit to him right there, but you didn't. He held your wrist in a vice grip and dragged you down from your seat.

"Let me go Aemond, let me go!" You shrieked.

A few people tried to intervene, but one look from Aemond was enough to make them change their mind.

Feeling helpless you raised your hand placed a tight slap right across his face, tears blurring your vision.

You felt the vice grip shift from your wrist to to your waist, sharply pulling you into his body.

His other hand came up to grip your face as he leaned down to whisper near your ears, " That's gonna cost you a blood red ass babygirl. I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a whole week."

His threat made you tremble with pleasure as your breath caught up in your throat. As much as your brain wanted to deny it , your heart thumped loud, thrilled at the prospect of being punished.

He noticed it and smirked cockily. Before you could utter any other word of protest, he threw you over his shoulder in a swift motion and started walking towards the exit.

You wriggled under his hold only to earn a stinging slap across your ass. Ignoring the wetness pooling between your legs you kept voicing your protest.

He placed you inside his car gently, even though you were slapping away at his arms as he buckled you in. He sat in the car himself and drive away, ignoring your shouts.

After a while of being ignored by him, you went quiet, knowing you won't be getting any answers from this stubborn man. You didn't even know where you were being taken. You sat in silence, as your mind kept wandering over your insecurities.

After a while , the car came to stop near a huge sky scraper, pulling you out of your thoughts. You were now genuinely confused.

You had seen this building pretty often, as you dreamed of living here. But why did he bring you here?

Aemond got down and opened the door for you. Leaning down he asked, "Will you behave or will I have to carry you again?".

You didn't reply and only glared at him as you got off the car.

"Why are we here , Aemond?" You ask dejectedly, now genuinely tired.

"To talk. Come. " He held out his hand which you ignored. So he just placed his hand firmly around your waist and practically dragged you inside .

You were confused the whole time he guided you towards an appartment door. When you entered the door he opened for you , the answer finally clicked. You looked around beautiful appartment and you realised as you gawked at every single detail of the house; from the placement of furniture to the colour theme, everything was how you imagined your dream home to be. The dream home that you had rambled about countless times to Aemond, was right here.

You looked at him with tears prickling at your eyes only to find he was already staring at you intently with a smile gracing his lips at your reaction.

"Aemond wh-what is this?" You ask with a shaky voice.

"Home. Our home." He replied. "Did I do it right? Or is there anything I left out? He asked with a sheepish smile.

You could barely form any words as you looked at him with teary eyes. All your anger dissipated and you felt like melting right on the spot.

"I'm so sorry baby, I should've comforted you sooner." He held you in a loving embrace and touched his forehead to yours, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "I didn't realise I was hurting you this much. I tried to wrap it up as quickly as I could. Forgive me for not being there for you these past few weeks." The genuine guilt in his voice made you cry even harder.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise. I'm really sorry pet. Forgive me?" He asked with a soft look on his face.

But you still had your doubts.

"Who was the woman?" You ask , bracing yourself for his answer.

"What woman?" His brows scrunched up in confusion.

"Your secratary told me you left your office with a woman. You told me you were in your office but you lied." Hot tears started blurring your vision as the pang of pain in your chest returned yet again.

"It was the real estate agent. Did you really think I could ever think about anyone else but you? " He asked being genuinely upset with your accusation. " You have no idea how bad I'm down for you do you babygirl?" He said with a smirk.

"I-I thought...i thought you-....I'm sorry Aemond. I'm so sorry for jumping to my own conclusions." Guilt washed over you for how little trust you showed in him. You should've known better.

"You think sorry is gonna cut it doll?" Aemond said with a mischievously dangerous shine taking over his eye.

His hand slowly crept up from your back to entangle itself into your hair. He pulled your hair firmly, titling your face up as he ran his nose along your jaw.

"Did you really think it was worth risking that cunt's life just to get a rouse out of me?" You realised he was talking about the man in the bar.

"You knew I would've killed him then and there if he dared to touch what's mine, didn't you pet?"

His velvety smooth voice was making you weak in your knees. You fisted up his shirt for support as his mouth reached your ear, nibbling sensually on it.

"That slap really stung you know."

You gasped as you remembered what you did, blush creeping up your face in shame.

"Don't you think you deserve to be punished for that sweetheart?" You could feel the grin in his voice.

Not being able to muster up your voice you just nodded meekly in reply.

He drew his face back to warn you, "Use your words."

"Y-yes Aemond." You managed to squeak out.

"Good." He did waste anymore time before picking you up bridal style and moving swiftly towards one of the bedrooms.

He threw you down on the bed and started to loosen his shirt. You stared shamelessly as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his veiny strong arms.

He took off his tie and demanded, "Wrists."

You knew already what you had to do so you held out your wrists as he tied them together with his tie.

After tightening it till he was satisfied, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

He took a hold of your tied wrists and yanked you over his lap so that you were laying face down and ass up .

You had been in that exact position countless times but it didn't once fail you to get you dripping wet.

The little red dress you were wearing had now ridden up to reveal entirety of your smooth thighs and gave a peek of your panties.

Aemond took his time to roam his hand all over your thighs, slowly moving up to your ass.

He lifted your dress up to your waist, and his eye lit up menacingly as he stared your ripe plump ass, looking so ready for him to ravage it.

He kept running his hand on your exposed skin, making you let your guard down at his soft touches.

So when the first slap came down your ass you let out a shriek of surprise. You felt the hot pain wash over you a second later, the sweet stinging pain you couldn't get enough of.

" Count." His stern voice ordered and you being his little pet obeyed.

"Good girl." He said , pleased at your obedience.

He struck you five more times alternatively on each ass cheek.

Just as you thought to yourself, that the pain wasn't so bad, he instantly started pickup up pace as well as force, as if in challenge to your unspoken thought.

You couldn't keep your voice controlled anymore and started screaming out loud as you tried hard to keep up with the counting. Anytime you missed to count you would receive and extra spank along with a sharp pinch on your now exposed nipple , which was being played by his free hand.

Tears fell freely down your cheeks as your ass now burned with the pain.The sharp sound of his rough hand coming down on your ass cut through the night air. He stopped just at reaching the brim of how much you could withstand; he knew your limits better than you did yourself.

After he was done, he proudly observed his work, i.e. your bright red ass with his large hand imprints, just like he had promised.

He place a few kisses on your fresh bruises to soothe them.

He gently straightened you up to craddle you, licking your tears off you face and peppering you with small kisses.

" My obedient little girl, you took your punishment so well."

His praise made you purr in satisfaction.

" Aemond please...." You look at him pleading while grinding your ass on his lap to let him know you needed to be touched.

" Oh no no , sweetheart. Did you really think your punishment was over." He said with a smirk that made you look at him wide eyes.

He placed you on the bed and tied your already bound wrists to the the headboard of the bed.

He looked at you with look a predator would give his prey. Your face was so close to his , so you couldn't resist placing a kiss on his jaw. You tried to place one on his lips but he moved back . You let out a gasp at his withdrawal and tried again only to be dodged. He smirked at your annoyed expression.

He ran his thumb across your lips , dragging them about.

" Stick your tongue out."

You immediately did as he said, eager to see what he would do.

He let his spit slowly trickle from his mouth to your tongue, which you eagerly swallowed and looked up at him to see if you pleased him.

Aemond was more than pleased to see his little girl so ready, so eager for all of him, with his saliva dribbling from her chin.

The sight of his trail of spit connecting his mouth to yours made his hardened cock twitch with pleasure.

He lick your lips with one strong swipe before going in for a feral kiss, sucking your soul out.

The kiss was enough to make you pass out, but your force yourself to focus as he was clearly not done using your body.

He let his tongue travel all over your torso, covering you in his saliva.

The gleam in his eye match the glint of his metal piercings as he took in the view of your shining body after he was done.

Soon he reached your thighs and nibbled on the soft flesh. He was so dangerously close to your throbbing cunt but he didn't give you the pressure you needed, instead he kept on teasing you by touching anywhere but your clit.

"Aemond... I can't take it anymore." You cried out.l desperately.

"Beg for it and I might consider." His cocky smile only added to your frustration as your mind fogged with desperation for any form of relief.

"Please Aemond. Please touch me there." Your whiny voice pleaded as your hands struggled in their binds helplessly.

He chuckled at your wanton state. You saw his hands moving down to your cunt but he still didn't touch you.

He bunched up your panties with two of his fingers and pulled upwards, making the cloth strain against your swollen clit.

Your loud gasp was like music to Aemond's ears, as he continued to torture you with his methods.

After what seemed like ages to you, he finally decided to give in completely and reward you with what you wanted. Pulling your panties off roughly, he slapped your cunt a couple of times and spat on it with force.

He used his fingers to lap up his saliva all over your throbbing pussy before slipping his dick over it. He thick veiny cock tapped your entrance a few times as if performing a ritual, before entering inside you with one hard shove.

You screamed in pleasure or pain you didn't know, you brain was too scattered to know anything besides the sensation of your boyfriend cock making its space inside you.

He started thursting with extreme speed and force without giving you time to adjust.

Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer as he attacked your boobs which were now flapping up and down frantically, with his mouth.

He teased your nipples and ran his tongue along the skin untill he reached your exposed armpit and redirected his assaults there.

You were absolutely overstimulated by the exploits being unleashed on you trembling body by Aemond, and you loved every second of it.

The lewd sounds of his skin slapping on yours and the squelching the wetness of your pussy caused made you reach a euphoric high as you felt your walls starting to build up a rhythm of contraction around his dick.

His cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot and you came so hard your body jerked violently under him.

You cream spread all over his cock making it easier for him to slide in and out even faster.

Your eyes were rolled back as he kept fucking you senseless untill he met his own release.

The absolute pleasure you felt seeing his beautiful face scrunch up in ecstasy while his seed filled you was incomparable.

He plopped on top of you with a satisfied grunt.

" My lovely little slut." He said while nesting his face between your breasts.

You both lay there with a feeling of peak contentment at each other's company; each heaving into the scent of the other.

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I could have made the ending better I think , but oh well 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ

[padme-amidala]

No man is so accursed as the kinslayer.

[myfandomprompts]

When Aemond realized that his arrogance had cost him the capital, he mounted Vhagar in a black rage and rained fire onto every village and castle he suspected of disloyalty.

[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (V)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 2,323

CW: maniplation and bullying, toxic relationships, stalking, obssession

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen can be read as x reader)

Masterlist | series masterlist | previous part | next part

disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my OC

a/n we get to see some of aemonds perspective and lets jsut say hes a 'little' mad and obssessed with Aemma

“My Lady strong” Aemond mumbled, taking her hand in his arm as they walked into the great hall. It had been four years since the event of her ninth name day, and since then her and Aemonds relationship had become more and more turbulent. 

“Aemond!” she grumbled, walking forward, a smile plastered on her face as they entered the feast held to celebrate their bethrothal. 

She had officially become a woman in the eyes of the court and the gods. Her moons blood having arived four moons prior, allowing plenty of time for Alicent to prepare her for her wedding to Aemond, a duty her mother should have performed. But her mother scarcely came to red keep, her favorite child and only daughter had quickly become forgotten over the five years since driftmark. 

Though the past four years had been spent with sneers and loathing glares, atleast on Aemmas end, between her and Aemond. These past four years had been some of her favoruite. 

She had quickly become a favoruite at court, with lords and ladies throwing themselves (literally in some cases) at her, to get a glimmer of her attention. It seemed that the second her and Aemonds obsession with eachother ended (as far as Aemma was concerned, though Aemond still stalked her and obsessed over every detail of her, just now in secret). 

She had her beloved ladies. Girls from throughout westros, handpicked by Alicent and her mother (a very rare event and scary event, that she knew they both had loathed, and she loathed the thought of the two people that hate eachother to such a large event that the court had even taken sides, just to find her freinds) to be her closest friends and her confidant. 

There was five of them in total, Cassandra Baratheon, her dearest friend and fellow hater of Aemond, Rosia Tyrell, the youngest of them at ten and one namedays,  having replaced Yara Reed, after she was sent to bear island for her marriage to lord Rickon Mormont, then there was Cerelle Lannister, Jason lannister. Maergret Fossway, and Cersci Costayne. 

They had been her ladies for four years now, though she knew soon enough they would all have to leave, they would be married off and scattered throught westoros, and she would have new handpicked friends coming and going every few years. But she still adored them, though her and Cersci had a turbulent relationship, these girls were her sisters and she dreaded to think of life without them. Life without their daily tea and gossip, or their walks through the gardens, their days without tormenting Aemond with petty pranks. Yara had been older than them all, being seven and ten namedays already, and she being three and ten would be the youngest, and once wed would arrange all their marriages herself and be able to let them go when she felt they were ready, and not as soon as possible to help appease a waring family.

“Aemma!” Aemond sneered, they had reached the high table already, “stop daydreaming!” gods, he was annoying.

Patting down her dress and they moved to sit, she spoke “can you for once not be so cruel, we are too wed in seven days, lest us be civil” she spoke, her smile still pastered, a fasle calm to all onlookers.

But to Aemond he could tell she was worried, the pranks she would play on him had stopped, the teas and walks with her annoying ladies had halted, and she now spent most of her time in her room or the library.

Since her moon's blood, She was scared, and he had been making her scared, for years, and now they were actually getting married he could tell she was scared, of what, he wasnt sure.

He had been cruel and taken his pain out on her when she was innocent. A mistake he can never take back. And yet he had no remorse for it, as he would torment her, calling her lady strong, whispering bastard in her ear in the guise of sweet nothings. He would deliver dead pink Hydrid tea flowers (also known as Aemmas Rose), with their heads cut off in her room. Shredding what was once their favorite books, and leaving the remanst scattered in her spot in the library. He had taken over every corner she had once seen as hers.

“Hmm” he sighed “fine, prephas…on one condition” he spoke, seeing the fake loathing she loved to look at him with turn to…hope?

“What? You get to pluck out one of my eyes? Or no, I must pluck out my little brother's eye? Oh wait that is your right, an eye for an eye, something i agreed with in case you have forgotten, which if the last five years have been worth anything then you have-”

“Aemma” he shushed her, “gods, i do not want your eye, and yes i may have forgotten that you had taken my side once you found out what had happened, but that does not change that you” he whispered the next part, moving closer “are your whore of a mothers bastrad”

She flinched “that is not somehthing i can control, and you know that, so you can't fault me or hate me for it, espcially when in seven short days i will be your wife”

“Gods, I know that, I do, but everytime i look at you and i see your wretched brothers.”

“You think i dont know that, me and my brothers never gor along, do you not remember their ‘pranks’, such as the black cells? You remeber that don’t you? Rememebr how you wouldn’t rest until i was found, and when you did you were the only one who could sooth me, you were the only one who could get me to sleep. What happen to us Aemond, why did you turn to hate, when all i hver gave you was love. I understand we had somesort of obsession with one another but if it was really that bad then why did you not tell me, instead of hiding behind your pitiful excuses. We could have had a great love Aemond, and instead you made me hate you, so what what is this one conditon you desire, because i can assure you i'll do it, but it does not mean i will stop hating you, and i doubt it will stop you from hating me” she spoke these words, with a cold smile, looking out onto the feast, a fake look of happiness, as if they were the perfect couple, the couple she knew they could have been.

He remained silent, looking down at the table before standing and rezching his hand out “would you like to dance?”

She was shocked, not once in his life had Aemond asked her to dance, he despised it, would do everything to avoid the act, so the shock on her face wqas hard to disguise, as she nodded her head and accepted the outstretched hand. 

“You hate dancing” she mubled, as his hand descended to her waist, their hands outstretched.

“ i do” he nodded, before pulling her closes, and sniffing her hair. 

Gods if only she knew, knew that he only did those things so that he was always on her mind, as she was on his. “ and yet its the only way i can get this lcose to you before we are wed.”

She jolted back, not enough to worry onlookers, but enough to cause Aemond huff, and pull her even closer.

“What?!” she hissed “ you hate me?!”

“I never said that” he spoke truthfully.

She huffed “no, but it was heavily inplised” she sneered, “what were all of those-thoose…you were a bully for all thoose years, you ignroed, me berated me… called me” she looked around before whispering “my lady strong-”

“That's because you are, my..lady..strong, you are a strong and you are mine. Your mother made you a bastard but she also made you mine.” 

“YOU-” she said, a little too loudly, “you are mad”

“The best targeryens are” he replied, “i want you, i need you, i always have and always will. I just liked to play with you a little” he msiked, “ and in seven days i get to play with you even more” 

The song ended, and Aemond went to sit down. Leaving Aemma all the more confused. Just how he liked it.

Later that night Aemma sat alone in her chambers, her ladies having just left to retrie. Her conversatiuon with Aemond replaying over and over in her head.

She had always been a little slow, always compared to her great grandmother Daella. She was always called naive and had things dumbed down. And Aemond had always liked that she supposed. When they were younger he had always liked to dumb things down for her, even if she understood, making her reliant on him. She would stop thinking, stop wanting to understand things for herselves, because Aemond had made her believe he would do it for her. But she didn't know that, she overtime just started to think perhaps everyone was right, she was slow and needed the extra help. The help Aemond always amde surehe was giving her, even when she thought he hated her, he still did it. He had made her entirely reliant on him, and she would never know. 

“Aemma?” she heard someone whisper, unsure of where it was coming from.

“My lady strong?” the voice almost taunted.

“Hello?” she called out, standing up to look around “who's there?”. Aemond stepped out of the shadwos, causing her to jump “Aemond? What are you doing her” she asked, hand on her heart, and taking a deep breath.

“Too see you, my bethrothed.”

“We-we can..cannot be alone together until the wedding night..you should go” reaching for her seven pointed star pendant.

“I should, but we should also talk.” she sat down on her bed, reaching for her and pulling her down next to him.

“yes, yes i suppose so” she agreed, nodding her head, hand still wrapped around the pendant.

He smiled, not the cold one she was used to, but a warm one, one she had longed to see again (not that she would admit it) “good” he moved closer, his hand reaching to stroke her cheek.

That night they talked, it felt liek the old days, when they were the closest of friends. When they were envied by all for how close they were. It was like they were children again, and it made Aemmas heart skip a beat. 

The next day at breakfast, her ladies were told what had happen, with Cassandra shaking her head, “no! We hate him, hes a bully,” 

“Yes but he is also to be her husband, they should be close” said Cersci.

Clapping her hands, Cerelle agreed “oh its perfect, hes obsessed with you! After this we should go to his chambers and you two can go on a walk through the gardens, and have a picnic” she gusehd, grasping Aemmas hand.

Cassandra huffed “he has been nothing but cruel to her, and all of a sudden we love him? No its one of his games, hes taunting you”

“No” Aemma shook her, “no, hes changed, last night it was like we were the old Aemond and Aemma, before driftamark. He cant be-he-” she shook her head, her head dropping. “ its too cruel, even for Aemond. Why would he wish to strat a marriage based on a cruel game?”

“Beacuse hes mad!”

The ladies at the table all gasped at cassandra.

“What? He is, everyone can see that! He lost his sanity alongside his eye-”

Aemma slapped her arm “ Cassie! Dont say that, you werent there, that night was horrible!” she sighed, “ all know is that this is the start of something, we could be civil. Our marriage was meant to ease the conflict in our familes, and we agreed to try, and just let me be a little delcusional please” she laughed, “you all are!” causing the ladies to huff, “i mean it, like Maergret batting here eyes at Daeron verytime he visits and he doesnt even glance your way and he calls you Mary! And Rosia, Cregan Stark? We met him once and you have not stopped obsessing over him, not to mention he had a wife when we met him. And Cassie, lord Redwyne?” she gave her a look, “and dont get my started on you Cerelle and Cersci, i may be slow but dont think i havnet noticed to two of you!” she taunted, “let me think there might be a chance, please, and who knows you may be right, but either way in a week i will married, and he will be my husband. Whether we like him or not!”

Aemond thought she mad, not as mad as he, but as he watched her, sat in the gardens, as he hid behind a rose bush. One night of his undivided attention on her and she, well it was playing out perfectly. The games he had been playing fro years. The constant thought of eachtother on the others mind, the way he taunted her, made her beg fro his attention. Allowing one night of undivided attention to make her think they would be them old selves again. The old Aemma and Aemond. The Aemond who would slaughter the whole of Westros for her, the Aemma who believed very word he said and relied on him to do everything for her. The Aemma who when it came to the inevitable war would believe her mother had hated her, forgotten her, and that he was the only one who loved her. 

It was fun to taunt her, yes. But he loves her, always has, but he supposes the rumors at court were right, perphas all his sanity was in the eye stolen from him.

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Aemond: @blossomedflowerofluv @violet-potter

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I'm a writer, ok? I love to write about fictional characters, I love to feed people, I love to make them happy.

I'm also a writer who can't enjoy her works. Like I just look at them after posting them and I goes "this is the most disgusting thing that ever existed on planet earth."

But I also need feeding. Like all the fic out there are smut... This is all this about?

I really need some dark fic, like please I just need crazy, obsessed, I'm gonna kill anyone who look at you characters x reader (probably with a bad ending). Is this to much to ask?