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In the Shadows

Pairing: DARK!Aemond Targaryen x DARK!GN!Reader

Summary: You are brought to be one of the servants in the castle during King Aegon II's reign. No one seems suspicious of your true intentions except the middle child of the queen, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Warnings: LONG ONE-SHOT. DARK THEMES SUCH AS TORTURE, PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE WHILE READER IS A CHILD, NON-CON, DUBIOUS CONSENT, MENTION OF SMUT, BLOOD. both reader and aemond are NOT good ppl!!!!, i use y/n three or four times, SPOILERS TO THE BOOKS

Authors note: so i thought i wasnt going to write about aemond but here i am to cope with my obsession. i have a mini-series with aemond written but i am extremely self-conscious if im writing him the right way. so this is my first test attempt at doing this. i havent read the books (ik, i have to) so if any there are any mistakes, feel free to correct me. GIF CREDIT TO THE CREATOR

JUST PROCEED IF YOU ARE ABOVE +18. PLEASE, READ MY WARNING TAGS CAREFULLY

Italic texts are reader's thoughts

It was a rainy day when you first arrived at King's Landing to be a servant in the castle. Since Aegon II's coronation, there had been a complete change in the servants. The gossip around town was that the Hightowers were worried about princess Rhaenyra Targaryen trying to kill the King. So the Queen requested most of the servants from her father's house to be brought, loyal to the Hightower's cause.

And that included you. You were perfect for the job really.

You had been saved by an unnamed Lord Hightower from slavery when you were just 7 years old. You owed him huge gratitude so you devoted yourself entirely to him. It didn't matter if Lord Hightower reeked of farts and piss. It didn't matter if he hit you until you were just different shades of purple and blue or you were passed out. It didn't matter that Lord Hightower spit on you and burned you with a hot iron from the kitchen. That he starved you. It didn't matter that he left you in the darkness even if he knew you were afraid of it. Your devotion was bigger than all of that. Bigger than anything he could or could possibly do to you.

You loved him so much that at 10 years old when he sold you to a league of people that worked in the underworld, you knew you couldn't let him live without you. He wouldn't survive. So you took matters into your hands. You made the old man a favor, really.

Watching him die slowly in his own bed, while you stabbed him in the neck, with a dirty knife you found in the kitchen.

Watching as the blood spilled all over his bed, on your face, on your clothes.

He tried to get up, falling to the floor and you just continued piercing his back until your arm was tired. You didn't know why you were crying, why you were laughing, why he looked so afraid of you.

"It is interesting how life works" You mutter to yourself, waking up from your past. Your eyes have no expression as you watch the young girl in front of you gasp for air, even though you are holding her throat strongly. You watch as life goes away from her eyes as they pledge for a single reason as to why you were doing this.

"I hope you know it is nothing personal" You whisper as her body falls into the floor.

The darkness, before your biggest fear, was now your biggest ally.

-x-

You were perfect for the job. When the suspense of war was heard across Westeros, Prince Daemon Targaryen reached his ex-lover Lady Mysaria for help. He needed someone inside the castle. Not a typical spy or one that would call much attention. A good one. That wouldn't make anyone look twice at them.

Lady Mysaria knew the perfect one: Shadows. In this case, you. You met Lady Mysaria sometime in your teenage years, working as an assassin/spy. Lady Mysaria wanted some random Lord killed because he kept abusing innocent slave girls. She offered you a good price and you even shared that could have been done for free. Since then, she always called you to the most delicate jobs.

When she presented you with the offer, you almost didn't accept. It wasn't really your place. She shared that there had been a coup inside the castle to take it out Rhaenyra to put Aegon II in place. That angered you. You knew Hightowers pretty well and you knew how kind they could truly be.

You accepted the job. You killed a young servant who was going to work in King's Landing, taking her place. From an outsider's look, you were just an average servant. You weren't pretty, nothing too special to call the eyes, or to be even remembered.

No one inside the castle knew what was coming for them.

-x-

You met Queen Alicent as soon as you arrived at the castle. She was taking care of the inspection of every single one of the new servants, asking them questions and making sure everyone was the right fit. Queen Alicent was accompanied by Ser Criston Cole, someone Lady Mysaria warned you to be alert about.

Queen Alicent seemed very satisfied by the servants and for some reason. You couldn't believe your luck when you got chosen to be part of the team who took care of Prince Aemond Targaryen's quarters. You were not meant to be seen or even cared for. Your job was to take care of his room, keep it tidy and not disturb him. Only talk to him if he refers to you, not look him in his eyes during it, and always look down, referring to him as 'Your Grace' and 'Prince Aemond'.

In the first days of the job, you didn't see the man. You had glanced at Princess Helaena a few times around the castle and sometimes she was joined by Queen Alicent and Otto Hightower. You hadn't seen the King yet or his younger brother.

Your ears were always open though. For any information, any sign of valuable piece you could give to the Blacks.

-x-

The first time you properly met King Aegon II and Prince Aemond they were celebrating someone's death. Queen Alicent seemed shocked and didn't join them but you were called in to be part of the team to serve them.

"More drink for my brother, servant!" Aegon II screamed at you. You immediately obeyed "So he deserves the best wine and the best whores of the kingdom, for killing the bastard, the son of a whore, Lucerys Velaryon!"

Your hand gripped the bottle a little harder, pouring the wine, without looking up. That meant Princess Rhaenyra had lost a child. There was acid in your mouth, but you kept yourself calm.

When you got up, Aemond's single eye was focused on your face. You demonstrated no expression, turning away when you heard the Prince's voice.

"Wait."

You stopped in your tracks maintaining a neutral expression. You heard Aemond's footsteps circle around you, his eye probably analyzing you.

Stay still but not so much.

Look afraid.

Aemond stopped in front of you and all you could see were his shoes. No sound was coming from him so you dared to look up to find him staring at you with curiosity.

"I think your King needs more wine" He murmured, with malice, his eye not leaving your face.

"Yo-your Grace, please forgive me!" You bowed in a sign of respect to Aemond, your face warm with embarrassment. An amateur move. You turned to Aegon II and bowed down, on the verge of tears "Please forgive me, Your Grace!"

You walked to Aegon II serving his cup and the King drank everything at once. Aegon then grabbed another cup, offering it to you.

"Your Grace?" You muttered, confused.

"Serve yourself! Drink! Tonight we celebrate and honor my brother Aemond the Kinslayer!"

You hesitated. You could feel Aemond's eye on your next action. You made your decision, grabbing the cup with a shaky hand, and filling it up. Then, you filled Aegon's cup. Aegon had a sick smile on his face as if appreciating your apparent fear. You two wait for Aemond to make a toast and you drink your wine.

I can't wait the time to slit King Aegon II and Prince Aemond's throats.

-x-

When the news small prince Jaehaerys was killed burst inside the castle, you pretended shock and sadness like the rest of them. You cried and shed tears in front of everyone, cursing the blacks as most of the other people in town did.

In reality, you knew exactly what happened and when it happened. You played some part in it, helping Blood and Cheese inside the castle, leaving some doors open here and there. Whispering some secrets into Lady Mysaria's ears.

If someone tried to trace you back at you, it would be almost impossible. Lady Mysaria was the only one who knew of you. That was your job, that's what you were good at, working in the darkness.

Being Shadows and fulfilling your mission.

You felt nothing for the young prince's death except a little apprehension for Lady Mysaria. If she was caught, your cover would be blown but the woman had fled the scene during the night. You knew you had to keep quiet and just pretend you were sad.

Wait until the time they would turn their eyes to their servants.

Which was exactly what happened a day later after Prince Jaeharys was found dead. All servants close to the family were brought into a room. Your apparent nervousness was fake but very convincing. You knew exactly what was going to happen next.

When Queen Alicent, Aegon II, and Aemond entered, they were surrounded by guards. Your initial reaction was to bite your lips to not smile. They all appeared miserable, especially Queen Alicent. Good. That was going to help you support what came next.

"As you might all know, our small prince Jaeharys has been killed. We are now looking for any information or leads on their killers."

The servants looked towards each other, some already on the verge of tears. Aegon rolled his eyes impatience, pointing Blackfyre to a young girl who started sobbing.

"You! You have seen anything?"

"No, Your Grace, I swear!"

"Are you sure? Hasn't she worked with Helaena, mother?" Aegon accused, his sword getting close to pierce the girl through her chest. She didn't answer, still crying "I would have all of you killed. But my mother reminded all of you have always been loyal to House Hightower. So if no one wants to speak, we will make you speak! Whatever means necessary."

One by one, servants would be taken to be questioned in a closed room by the King and Prince Aemond. All you could hear were screams and most people would be taken out passed out ou, their faces beaten up, with numerous cuts on their bodies. Your anxiety and adrenaline pierce through your body but no fear. You had to keep yourself calm. That was actually a good moment of opportunity.

When you were called in, your legs and hands were trembling. You looked at your fellow other servants remaining in the room to be questioned, their faces filled with confusion and despair.

That is what the greens represent.

This what they do to their own.

When you entered the room, your breath started getting faster.

Not too much. Just a little so they think you are afraid.

Blood. There was so much blood everywhere. In the ceilings, in the chair, on the floor, on Blackfyre's blade. You didn't look at their eyes as you waited standing, two guards close to you.

"Who killed my son?"

You licked your lips before speaking, your voice failling you.

"I-I do not know, Your Grace."

"Look in my eyes and say that."

You looked up and saw Aegon filled with rage and sadness. You had to bite your lips not to laugh. Oh, you could kill him now. Him and Prince Aemond. You could kill them and savor their blood and laugh and watch the life leave their eyes. You would die in the process but would die fulfilled and would take as much of them as you could.

"Answer me!" Aegon screamed, slapping your face with his hand open.

Rage.

Control yourself. Control yourself.

You wanted to close your fists but that wouldn't be seen as fearful, letting your arms apathetic at your side. You continued to bite your lips. Tears start to flow with all anger boiling inside your stomach. Aegon waited, his nostrils flaring up. Man child. You hoped he was going to lose all his kids. Was he drunk?

"I do not know, Your Grace" Your voice shook but Aegon wasn't convinced. He points Blackfyre to your cheek and cut slowly and deep along your still-burning cheek, making your face bleed. Your tears continue falling down as you bit your lips even harder, finally tasting the blood.

"As requested by my mother, I won't kill you. If you are loyal to the greens, you won't scream at any moment. You make one single sound and I will see that as a confession of guilt and you will be put in jail for the rest of your miserable life. Now, shall we start?"

-x-

Five nails were brutally ripped from your fingers.

They took your clothes off, they burned your body with hot irons. Your chest, your belly, your legs.

They beat you up until you almost passed out.

You reaffirmed your innocence.

You didn't scream.

Every time they asked if you knew anything, you screamed no. You begged for mercy when Aemond inquired if you had anything to do with Prince Jaehaerys's murder, but not one single scream during any of your torture sessions.

King Aegon and Prince Aemond just watched. They didn't participate but Aegon's eyes were shining the whole time. After they put into your chair, semi awoke and still naked, Aegon stepped up with Blackfyre ready on his hands.

"I must say, I am impressed. You have lasted more than anyone. Not once a single scream, not once single whimper" Aegon declared, admired. Aemond had his arms crossed, his expression serious. Or fascinated. You didn't know.

You barely could see them anyway. One of your eyes was closed with the beating. Your whole body hurt, bleeding on the floor. You were about to pass out with the pain again but you weren't going to give them the pleasure to see that.

"A true demonstration of a Green."

"Or just guilt." Aemond clarified, close to his brother.

You didn't want to smile on their faces so simply stayed there, catching your breath. You could still kill them. Cut Aegon's throat and strangle Aemond. Then kill the rest of the greens. You could. You could!

"I...I..." You murmured, your voice not coming out. You tried to clean your throat, lifting up your hand. Aemond and Aegon waited.

"I only humbly live to serve my King. The true King and Ruler of Westeros." You managed to say with a sore voice. Even your vocal cords were hurting.

Aegon was stunned. He never saw someone be tortured so badly and still affirm allegiance. He watched his brother Aemond get closer to the servant's body.

Aemond was close to your face. You still managed to look down, maintaining your respect, your body at any moment in giving up. You had to stay awake. You had to fight back. You knew if you passed out they could kill you. Aemond was so close you noticed the details of his scars. And he was analyzing you intensely. Again.

Keep focus.

"Let this one go, brother. I think this one is Loyal to your Kingdom. They really don't know anything."

You bit your dry lips once again and even closed your hands in fists, not that movement seemed to matter now. All they would see was a servant relieved from no more torture. Inside, you were celebrating. You really had fooled them. You had fooled those imbecile Greens!

You finally passed out from the chair, your body falling to the floor. The guards carried your body to be taken care of, holding every side of your arm. Out of all servants that had been tortured that day, you were the only one who remained as a servant.

-x-

After four days of recovery, you were ready to be sent back to work. The new servants looked at you with respect as you had a new scar on your face, proving your loyalty to King Aegon II. Lady Mysaria was astonished by your success. You two had to develop a new way to communicate after she had to escape. No one suspected you.

You were the one who passed the information about Ser Arryk Cargyll's infiltration to the castle. It seemed the Greens really trusted you now so you had to be extremely careful of every single future step you took.

Prince Aemond had developed a weird interest in you. Since you came back to work, he started asking you more and more questions. He wanted to know where you were from, and what you had done before. You never answered those questions, simply responding you didn't do a lot of your life except serve the Hightowers.

That wasn't a good sign.

You were organizing his room one morning, paying close attention to his clothes. All of sudden, there was a small dagger to your neck and for a millisecond you almost revealed yourself. Fighting against all your instincts to attack back you gasped, surprised. You heard a low laugh coming from behind you.

"Tell me, how a simple servant, who served their whole life, could have survived a long and strenuous torture session?" Prince Aemond's tone of voice was curious and dangerous against your ear. You could feel his body almost touching yours.

"Yo-your Grace?" Aemond continued holding his dagger against your neck, enough to start drawing blood. None of you moved.

"Someone so resistant like that, I can only see two options. Tell me, are you loyal to my family? Or are you just a spy infiltrated on this?" Aemond pressed the dagger even further into your neck, making you stumble back into his body. Your breath was hitched and your internals were begging for you to kill him.

"Lo-loyal, Your Grace."

"I have been observing you. Watching you in the shadows. I have to admit, you are very good. I have never seen anyone like you before. You try to look like them but you aren't. There is something about you. You try to hide it, but I can see it. I see in the very fast moments you don't think anyone is looking. They are there. I order, tell me who you truly are, (Y/N)."

He called you by your first name.

There was no way of escaping this.

Choose my next words very carefully or I might really die.

You closed your eyes, thinking fast. There is no way in Seven Kingdoms you would just die by Aemond's hands right now. Not when you accomplished so many things. You slowly turned, keeping your shaking hands up. Blood was dripping down your chest. You opened your eyes, finding his single eye on you. There was no space for mistakes now.

"I am Y/N. I am a servant of House Hightower since I was born, and I am ready to serve and die for them, especially for King Aegon II. I will be loyal no matter what torture, no matter what threat, even coming from you Prince Aemond. So if you doubt me, Your Grace, do us both a favor, cut my throat now and end this. But, do know that you will be killing someone loyal to you and your family that if asked, would have killed Rhaenyra, her bastard's sons, and the whole black army."

Aemond seemed to ponder your words. He had seen a different sparkle in your eyes so quickly, Aemond doubted they were really there. The kind of shine you would only see in an eyes of a killer. His suspicions got stronger during the torture, but even he couldn't deny your allegiance that day.

Deep down, Aemond was impressed. He was fascinated. He was obsessed, haunted by your 'real' eyes, your 'real' self. He wanted to find out the truth and see it. Because if he finally saw it, he could kill you and be done with this. But you kept dragging him in more and more. Again, you only admitted loyalty. Again, you had him confused and charmed.

The dagger pressured one more time, before being taken down. You opened your eyes to watch Aemond clean the dagger on his clothing. You sighed, relieved, breathing as if was your first time.

"To think my brother wanted to cut off your tongue" Aemond announced, satisfied with himself "Someone so pretty shouldn't lose their tongue, don't you agree?"

You were pressuring the blood in your throat, your sleeve soaked with blood.

"Go clean yourself. You will stain my floor with your blood. Come back later. I will need you."

You left with your mind with a million thoughts. You found an empty room to analyze what just happened: did Prince Aemond just call you pretty? Was he trying to seduce you? You find yourself holding a sleeve to your throat, bringing another hand to your mouth, in case you decide to scream.

Aemond was playing with you. He had to! He didn't trust your word and now he decide to play with you, toying until you revealed yourself.

Aemond had no idea what game he just started.

-x-

"How do I look?"

You were in Aemond's room. All other servants had left and it was just you and him which was unusual anymore. Aemond preferred your presence, and your presence only, if he wasn't busy at the Council. He was wearing Aegon II's crown and seemed satisfied with himself. The battle of Rook's Rest had been a huge victory for the Greens. They brought Meley's head, but Aegon II was extremely hurt. You thought of offering yourself to take care of the King, pass information of his health state, but Aemond forbid that. You were meant to stay at his side now that he was named Prince Regent while Aegon took his time to heal.

"Y/N?"

"You look good, Prince Aemond." In the situation they were in, that statement was true. Aemond was fit to be King. You knew he would be much more efficient at war than his older brother but even harder to kill.

"It looks better on me than my brother, doesn't it?"

A test?

You didn't answer, just smirking at Aemond. He seemed convinced by your answer, turning towards you. There is a second of silence when he called you with his fingers.

"Come to me."

You obediently walked until you are standing in front of him. You remained there with your hands behind your back, letting him observe you, his hands rubbing the scar on your neck. Slowly, his hands made their way up to your scar and he rubbed it gently.

"Kiss me."

You bowed your head down and locked your lips with Aemond. This had started since the last time he threatened to cut your throat. When you came back later that night, Aemond asked what you thought of him. You simply answered he was very good to you and you would always be grateful. In response, he kissed you. You stood there, in shock, not moving your lips back. He sent you away, telling you only answered to him now.

He was trying to break you. That was your only possible sane guess. If he so wanted, you were going to accept Prince Aemond's desire. No matter how crazy they were.

The kiss, timid at first, got deeper. Aemond's hands went down your hips and he pulled you against his warm body. As he started getting more and more hungry, his hands drop to grab your ass, lifting you up. You instantly locked your legs around his waist, his erection rubbing against the middle of your legs. Your eyes roll with pleasure and anger with the friction, as he continued pressing even more deliciously against you.

Why that bastard was so good at this?

Aemond took you to the bed, wasting no time to be on top. He ripped your shirt, making you gasp surprised. His mouth reverenced your neck and chest with kisses. One thing that seemed to surprise you since the start was the fact that Aemond didn't seem to mind the ugly scars on your body. No, he seemed to venerate them. Having one of his own, Aemond knew the importance of them. Before he could rip your pants, you stopped him, holding his face.

"Do you want to be on top tonight, my King?"

Aemond thought for a second. He removed his crown with care, placing it at the side of the bed, together with his eye patch. Before you, Prince Aemond would never let any of his sexual partners see him without it. You were the first in bed who saw it. Now he removed it with confidence as if he bothered you not see you with both of his eyes.

Without answering, Aemond ripped your pants. You laughed, amused. He was always rougher after his victories. Not that you didn't like it.

"You must do what your King commands, right Y/N?"

"Correct, My Lord."

"Then tonight, call me Aemond."

Aemond noticed he got you by surprise. You cleared your throat, apprehensive, not sure if you heard correctly. Aemond grabbed your chin, warning with a deep tone.

"You must do what your King commands."

"Of course, Aemond. Anything you desire. I am yours."

Until the very last night of passion you had with Aemond, he continued insisting on you calling him by his first name. You obeyed, of course. It was fun. For that time, while you were ravished by Aemond, you could forget who you were. While Aemond strangled you until you both got an orgasm, you were just Y/N. You never complained about Aemond feeling your insides; the prince seemed to stare at his cum dripping from you. Another thing surprising about Aemond: he would never stop until you had a proper orgasm. You could only bet it was part of his personality, watching as you screamed his name over and over again.

Some part of you wondered, if you met Prince Aemond in another life, you could have fallen in love with him.

-x-

When Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon overtook King's Landing, a lot of servants were taken to jail. You were one of them until Daemon personally ordered your freedom.

You were brought in front of Queen Rhaenyra. She was sitting down on the Iron Throne. There was no one else in the room, except for Daemon. Rhaenyra was wearing the crown that was hers by right, her expression confident with her victory.

"Your Grace!" You bowed down with your knee and Rhaenyra smiled at you.

"Stand up. My husband and Lady Mysaria told me we had many spies but none so efficient and loyal as you. You remained inside the castle without getting your cover destroyed. I had to ask them to meet you. How did you manage such action?"

"I only did what I could for the cause, Queen Rhaenyra. I would have continued, as long it was needed. It fills my heart with happiness to see you sitting down at the Iron Throne!" You claimed.

You felt a hand pull you up and are surprised to see Prince Daemon's victorious smile in your direction.

"I have heard you have survived due to Prince Aemond's affection. Is that true?"

"I don't know. I could care less about that Kinslayer."

"My Lady, Shadows has done a lot. I can only think what they have passed through the hands of the Greens. And I think we both can see" Daemon announced, his eyes on your scar "They should be rewarded greatly."

"I agree. You can request me anything you desire."

"I am just a humble servant, my Queen. It would be an honor to continue to serve you."

"I understand. Remain hidden. We might be able to use you next time."

There were reports of your presence during Aemond and Daemon's battle, though heavily contested. Those same reports alleged although Prince Aemond was furious at the presence of Shadows, he smiled in your direction as if he was meeting a long distant loved friend again. Aemond then promised he was going to kill you and feed your body to Vhagar if he survived the battle.

The transcript ends with a single sentence from Shadows.

"Let's hope you don't then, Prince Aemond."

MASTERLIST

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tinypnut · 6 months

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Hot take

Is anyone tired of smut? Like don’t get me wrong, I love a good smut filled oneshot but like. Why is it when I go looking for emotion comfort or angst it’s all just smut instead of genuine connection between characters or reader inserts?

Cause like, yeah we’re horny fucks but I just want emotional comfort with Astarion from BG3 cause he lowkey gives demisexual vibes cause of his trauma. Before his character growth I can see smut with him but like, that’s only act 1, the rest of his character growth has him not wanting sex because it makes him uncomfortable and or causes flashbacks for him.

Or like, Aemond or Daemon from House of Dragon, yeah, GOT is like half sex but there is so much more content that can be used to write fics other than smut.

Anyone else feel the same?

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midnightcrw · 8 months

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Masterlist

Simon Ghost Riley

Series:

Running away / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

One-shot:

Dad!Ghost

Glasses

Sunflower

Tea party

Math Homework

Attached to her dad

Mama's Boy

Crying

Sibling

Teething

Cheating boyfriend

New Boyfriend

Crawling for the first time

Awake

Little Vase

Ghost x Reader:

Bath

Intimacy

Driving

Breathless

Playfight

Mission

Baby making

Pregnancy Risk

Mood swings, cravings, and breakdowns

Stubborn

Back home

Rest

Epidural

Rival! CEO! Simon

TF141

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Fight 1

Babysitting Daisy

König

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Fight 2

Aemond Targaryen

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Revenge

Leon Kennedy

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Mission

Alastor

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Provocative / Part 2 / Part 3

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Patch

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aemond and you come across a one-eyed puppy at the farmer's market. // Words: 1k// A/N: Besties, this is just pure self-indulgent, tooth-rotting fluff. Listen, I know I have many wips, but it's been raining like crazy and I've had this soft scenario in my head for days. Hope this isn't too OC lol.

The light drizzle falling outside your window was the perfect excuse for you and Aemond to stay the whole Sunday in bed. Your partner was just too warm and comfy, with his long limbs tangled around you under the covers.

Plus, he’d never been one to turn down an offer to stay in bed – being the major home-body that he is – which is why it’s beyond you, why he gets up from the bed and shakes you insistently, urging you to get dressed so you could carry on with your regular weekend plans of going down to the farmer’s market for breakfast.

He throws your coat on the bed while you sit there rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, before reluctantly doing as he wishes.

Although you couldn’t really complain, when the rain also gives you the chance stay close to him under the black umbrella that he holds in one hand, while his other is tightly linked with yours, walking through the endless booths and tents of the market.

He’d gotten you parfaits with fruit before indulging in a couple of croissants that were all the right kinds of buttery and fluffy, with hot drinks to warm up from the cold weather.

Whatever resistance you’d had completely washed away, much like the dirt on the cobblestone paths thanks to the rain that was now beginning to subside.

With your full bellies and content hearts, you keep wandering around, arm in arm, when suddenly something makes Aemond halt in his step.

First thing you register is a bout of barking, turning to find a puppy biting Aemond’s ankle before standing on his hind legs to rest paw at Aemond’s pants.

The puppy barks and barks and jumps like an unstoppable ball of energy all over Aemond, making him all flustered and frozen for the sudden attention – before he kneels down, chuckling as the puppy immediately attacks Aemond’s face with kisses.

An old man sitting on the sidewalk laughs at the sight; he’s in a heavy raincoat, sitting with a cardboard box of puppies by his side.

“This is the first time he’s ever run up to someone!” He calls to you both with a gruff voice. “He normally recoils from strangers and is so quiet. I’ve never seen that little fella this excited.”

Aemond chuckles while trying not to fall back from how aggressive the puppy is with his affections – he scoops his small body up in his arms and rocks him as if he was a little baby – and that’s when he notices.

His heart sinks at the sight of the puppy’s missing eye – the same one that Aemond lacked, and that he covered with an eyepatch.

You realize just a second later, heart forming a tight fist within your chest.

The puppy’s got the face of a little angel, looking up at Aemond as if he was his whole world, with his big, glistening black eye and his tongue out. His fur is short, but so soft looking and a little bit curly, and is the color of salt and pepper – race unknown.

“What happened to him?” You ask the man, as you kneel beside Aemond and the pup.

“I found him and the rest of the pups abandoned in an alley. It was his crying that got my attention in the first place. I took him and his siblings to the vet but it was too late for the little one. The rest are a lively group but him – he’s always been really quiet. Doesn’t like playing with the rest and gets anxious around strangers.”

A hopeful smile rises in the man’s lips when he sees just how loving the puppy is being with Aemond.

Aemond merely smirks back shyly, before looking back down at the tiny baby in his arms, who’s paws were wiggling up in the air as if he was running, with his tongue out as if he was grinning with glee from Aemond scratching his tummy.

“Yes, I think I can relate to this one.” He murmurs a little brokenly, but only you can hear the change of pitch in his tone.

When he’d confided the story of his own missing eye to you, you’d embraced him tightly, and had carefully kissed the scar that now traversed his left cheek.

All his life he’d been heavily bullied by his own family. His brother and cousins teased him about an array of mindless things that you could never comprehend, and at last, when he got the courage to defend himself, he’d been hurt. Pushed down to the gravel by his young nephew Luke, face landing right on a spiky rock as he fell.

It’s part of the reason why he’s so quiet and reserved. Why his trust isn't given easily.

When you’d first met him in college – you’d been instantly attracted to him, no doubt, but you couldn’t deny how intimidating he was. Soon you realized that he was simply desperate for affection, without a clue as to how to ask for it, or give it. But with consistency, time, a lot of patience and even more love and devotion, you’d found out just what an enormous heart Aemond had locked away within him, and you considered yourself immensely fortunate to be the one to care for it.

With an arm around Aemond, you ask the man “Are they up for adoption?” to which he nods. “How much for him?”

The owner shakes his head, brows furrowing earnestly as he looks up at the young pup, “Nothing at all. I just ask that he gets taken care of properly, gets his shots at the vet and goes to a loving home. I’d love to be sent photos to see how the little one is doing.”

He gazes at the three of you with nothing but heartfelt gratitude pouring from his eyes, as he stands up to go kneel beside Aemond, and give the puppy one final pet.

“Does he have a name?” Aemond asks – smiling as the pup clings to his shoulders, vigorously licking his cheeks and neck and nose, every lasting inch of Aemond’s face that he can reach.

“Nah, not yet. But I call him Patch because of the little tuft of black hair that he has on the spot of his missing eye. Looks like an eye-patch.”

The three of you chuckle, and Aemond leans back to look at his new son, with his thumbs caressing the puppy’s cheeks and ears lovingly.

“Patch.” Aemond softly repeats to himself, testing the name on his tongue and making the puppy bark enthusiastically.

“You think he’ll get along with Vaghar?” You ask, referring to Aemond’s great dane. An old lady that had been with him ever since his accident – who’d been his one and only friend until you came into the picture.

Aemond's face illuminates with a smile so big and bright like you’d never seen before on – the kind of smile that reveals those handsome dimples on his face that are otherwise hidden. “She was the only one to comfort me back then, I don’t think she’ll have a problem with Patch. After all, this little one and I are alike in many ways, it would seem.”

The sound of Aemond’s laughter is one you want to keep forever, as he stands up, bringing Patch up in his arms and giving him a kiss on his delicate head.

You thank the man on behalf of the two of you, then exchange phone numbers to keep in touch and send him updates on the puppy.

Later that night, when the three of you are cuddled up in bed watching a movie whilst Vaghar slept in her own bed downstairs, you realized that maybe this was fated all along. You were meant to carry out your Sunday plans, regardless of a little rain.

For Aemond was meant to cross paths with a little angel of his own, in the form of a loving puppy to keep softening up all of his hard edges.

And rainy days, from now on, it wouldn't ever be gray and daunting as long as you had your very own patch of sunshine to keep you company.

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lady-phasma · 2 years

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The Eve of Battle

As Aemond readies himself to go to war you have a quiet moment with him, preparing his hair for battle.

Aemond x gender neutral!reader

Fluff and hair braiding. Soft Aemond with feelings and he talks about them! What? I know right! General audiences. 1k words

You sat behind him on on the high bed. You could only have full access to his hair like this, him on a stool, his long legs stretched out toward the wall, crossed at the ankles. You passed the comb through his hair a few times to pave the way for your fingers.

At first neither of you spoke as he settled his bare shoulders between your thighs, one hand resting lightly on your shin. His other hand fidgeted by his side. He exhaled as your fingers gathered the stray hairs from his forehead. Your fingers grazed over his scar. He stiffened momentarily then relaxed back against your legs.

You parted his hair horizontally from ear to ear. His silky hair flowed around your fingers. You separated the locks for the plait. As you smoothed it against his head you started the braid just a bit lower on the crown of his head than most Targaryen braids. The band for his eye patch had to be flush against his head until he took it off.

When your fingers began their first strokes of the braid, this part tighter than the rest, you murmured a question to him. You knew each other well enough by now that he understood he didn’t have to answer you when your questions were too intimate. And you didn’t take offense. He would answer very rarely at the time and a few times he had answered many days later letting his mind turn his answer over and over.

“Will you come back to me?” you whispered as your finger slid behind his ear passing the locks to your other hand.

“Mmmm.” It wasn’t an answer, he was thinking. His fingers on your leg tightened. You focused on the style of the traditional braiding while he thought. You placed a small leather cord in your lips and separated the very top portion of his hair. You gently tied the leather cord at the base. You let it fall to the side over the back of your hand. The silver shone in the candlelight. The next part of the braid began just underneath. You selected three pieces and smoothed them apart. Before you began you placed another cord between your lips.

Aemond made a small noise, almost a sigh.

“Yes,” he spoke quietly. “When I pray to the Warrior and the Stranger that is one of my prayers.”

Your hands stilled at this reply. Not because you were surprised at the answer but that he answered at all. That was when you understood how truly afraid he was. You pressed your legs tighter against his sides. He moved his arm to rest on your knee, accommodating your closeness. You hummed acknowledgment but dared not speak. You resumed your braiding.

“I hope they are kind but their wisdom far exceeds mine, my love. They will not do what we ask solely because we ask it.” You let your fingers brush over the soft skin behind his ear as the braid moved between your hands. You let them linger only long enough to let him know you were listening. You slowed your ministrations to draw out your time together.

Aemond took a breath and shifted on the stool. He was careful to not move his head. He uncrossed his legs, switching them, and crossing his ankles again. His other hand smoothed his pants on his thigh. You watched as his arm relaxed onto your knee but the fingers of that hand moved across his thumb in an absent, nervous way. You took the cord from your mouth with a free hand.

“When I pray it is for the realm and peace but also to have that peace come swiftly so you return to King’s Landing,” you responded. The braid was becoming smaller as you neared the end. “I wish I could pray for you to never leave. The Crone guides me, gives me hope that wisdom will prevail for those who make the decisions to go to war,” your voice became quieter. “And she gives me hope that you are able to persevere in spite of your fear.” At these words he did sigh.

You leaned back slightly to make room for the length of his braid between you. Instinctively, for balance, you rested your foot against his thigh. Aemond surprised you by sliding the hand from his thigh along your foot to your calf and guided your leg to curl around him. It was awkward at first but when you finished checking that the braid was straight and sat straight once more it felt like your leg was made to fit against him.

You wrapped the leather cord around the small end of the braid a number of times before tying it off. You ran your fingers through the loose hair under the braid, smoothing it over his neck and shoulders. As your fingertips grazed his neck he grabbed your leg and pulled it close as he had done with the other.

Your eyes widened at this uncharacteristic action but enjoyed it immensely. With both hands you gathered the loose hair to the back of his neck, hands now purposefully touching his naked shoulders. Then you straighten the braid in the center, checking your work for stray strands. Lastly, you removed the cord from the separate piece gathered from above his ears. You smoothed it again, centered it above his plait, and tied it again, lower to over the beginning of the braiding.

“Were I to pray now, I would pray that I not leave you even for a moment,” he whispered. His hands smoothed over your shins as he spoke.

You laid the hair down over the braid and smoothed the finished work from his forehead to his back. You leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. Your chest pressed against his back. When you relaxed back he let himself sink against you. Careful not to disturb your hard work you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brushed your cheek against his. You briefly kissed his scar then rested your cheeks together.

I have another Aemond x gn!reader short fic here

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divine-donna · 1 year

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Hi can I request headcanons for HOTD where they fall into their crush’s breast and what would their reactions be?

hi! of course you may. some of these might sound a little awkward? mostly because i feel like most of the characters would be a little more graceful. so for some of them it's not exactly falling and more like leaning into.

ser criston cole

ser criston was a man of grace. or so he would like to believe. in truth, he was a bit clumsy outside of battle. after all, the feet needed for battle was much different than the feet needed for dancing. today was a festival for the mother, a very important day for people who worshipped the seven. but it was especially important considering queen alicent’s ascension into unofficial power, acting in accordance to her husband. she was, after all, the mother of the realm. you invited ser criston to dance with you, which he found unacceptable. but alicent insisted he take the night off, have some fun. there were other kingsguard to make sure she was safe. and when he danced with you, he fumbled a bit. and somehow, after tripping over his own feet, he lands in your chest. you’ve never seen a man get so embarrassed and red, as if he was already drunk. he apologized profusely afterwards for his...accident, we’ll say.

“i...i am so sorry. my apologies (y/n). i didn’t mean to be...indecent. i greatly respect you and it was not my intention.”

daemon targaryen

daemon’s tired and exhausted after a long day of work. so when he comes to visit you in your room, you’re surprised to hear him say that he doesn’t want anything. things were not going his way and he placed a heftier pouch of coins than usual, telling you he just wanted your presence. you sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he strips down to his undershirt. and then, he approaches you, falling into your chest face first. you ask if he’s comfortable and he lets out a muffled response, which you interpretted as my brother is a thorn in my side. of course, daemon’s liked you for some time now. but he doesn’t feel anything but peace when he lays on you. he just sits there, basking in the comfort of your presence.

“my brother aims to be rid of me. but i see those men for who they truly are, especially the hand. alas, i do not want to talk politics. your chest is almost too comfortable.”

rhaenyra targaryen

not many people would choose to ride with the princess. but syrax was now big enough to fit two people and of course, rhaenyra asks you to ride with her. as someone sworn to protect her (secretly, of course, an oath you swore to queen aemma during her final days), you agreed to go with her. considering that you were the more sturdy of the two of you, you sat behind rhaenyra. syrax ascended into the sky and naturally, she leans back into you. but you fail to notice the way her cheeks dust pink, how she realizes that beneath her head at the moment is your chest. it’s almost too embarrassing for her, to be nestled between the chest of someone she cared about on a romantic level. by the time syrax levels out, she’s quiet with embarrassment which is unusual.

“i’m. ahem. i’m just fine (y/n). it’s a bit chillier up here than usual, which is to be expected since the seasons have begun to shift.”

alicent hightower

pregnancy was exhausting. of course it would be! her body was changing, organs being crushed against one another, her own bones being taken by her child. alicent just needed to lay down. she had been walking all day, somehow, without rest for her sore feet and aching muscles. she found you reading at the godswood, studying for your exam most likely. and she approaches you, asking about your day. of course, you’re taken by surprise. the queen after all is asking for you. she’s always asking for you it seems and you were blind to the fact that she desired you, wanted you. of course, her father’s agenda would not let her pursue you outside of secret meetings and subtle hints (which you did not get). seeing how lethargic she looked, you offered her to lay on you, as a buffer between her body and the rough wood. she was all too eager to take it, sitting down between your legs and laying back. it wasn’t until a few minutes later did she realize just where she had laid her head.

“i am perfectly fine (y/n)! thank you for your concern. i am just...tired. aegon is a boy with too much energy and i cannot keep up in this state.”

aegon targaryen

it’s not unlike him to be drunkenly wandering the red keep late into the hour. most people tend to shrug the prince off since this was common place. but you were surprised to see him open the door to your room and shut it behind him. aegon has this wide grin on his face. it wasn’t the sadistic kind of grin that you were used to seeing from him, but kind of...sad? and lovelorn. he mutters something as he crawls onto the bed and hugs you, burying his face deep within your chest. you let out a small sigh and run your fingers through his hair, letting him mumble to himself and fall asleep. he doesn’t even have a reaction in the morning when he wakes up, still in the same place. all he knows is that he likes you.

“the duties expected of a prince are too much. i wish to run away and drink only wine and ale and eat only bread. a life of luxury.”

aemond targaryen

you were very much a fighter. it was for that reason that aemond became obsessed with you. he wanted to best you in combat since he was a young boy. you always seemed to beat him. not this time. he has surpassed your skill level. and to be fair, the last time you saw him was years ago after his scar had finally healed up. he was a handsome young man and he had an obsession with you that reached deeper than just merely besting you. there had been rumors that you were to be with his older siblings (helaena or aegon, the details were fuzzy). and helaena quickly deduced from the way he talked about you that he was smitten. she teased him lightly of course and he denied it. but he couldn’t deny it that afternoon when he finally bested you, having you pinned to the ground and the side of a dagger pressing lightly against your skin. yield. is what he said before being kicked down. and falling into your chest. not squarely in the middle, a bit above it. but he feels it nonetheless and never have you seen a man move so quickly, getting off of you to throw something at his brother.

“helaena, it was a disaster. after all these years, i finally best (y/n) only for aegon to come ruin the moment. what do i do? what if (y/n) thinks i’m indecent and not a proper man?”

helaena targaryen

helaena just needed to reach for something that happened to be above you. she was conducting her own research and needed a book to refer to. you just happened to be there and she had already started reaching, getting on her tippy toes. it was then she leaned forward a bit too much and placing her face in your chest. you fail to notice how flustered she gets, only turning your head slightly to reach up and get the book she needed. thank the gods you were oblivious. she would probably collapse from embarrassment if she knew you saw how red she was.

“i am not sick aemond! i am healthy. something...happened in the library. with (y/n). and before you get angry and jump to conclusions, please let me explain.”

jacaerys velaryon

you have been seeing the prince for a while now. being on dragonstone was still surreal to you. nevertheless, the two of you spent a lot of time at the beaches of dragonstone, soaking in each other’s presence and enjoying each other’s banter. but you failed to notice the inkling of attraction developing in jace’s eyes whenever he looked at you. he always looked forward to seeing you. what happened was so sudden: he just tripped over something and you caught him, his face buried in your chest. his ears went bright red and you figured it was because jace, usually light on his feet, managed to trip over nothing (perhaps your own habits were rubbing off onto him). he apologizes afterwards and his ears deepen in color at your light teasing.

“it’s...it’s not that funny! someone could witness us and think the wrong thing!....of course i do not care what others think! i just worry...for you.”

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olivefeuillu · 2 years

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Imagine :

-Aemond removes his eye-patch-

Aemond x Reader ( oc or whatever)

Warning : none

Fluff , but it’s short-

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Aemond took off his eye-patch for the first time when the two of you were alone in the castle’s library, he was hesitant at first. You couldn’t help ,but stare at his fake eye. You were completely mesmerized by his beauty. He was scared to see your reaction so he stayed completely still without breaking eye contact with you.

“ I can put it back on, if you want. I do not wish to bring you discomfort or disgust.”

You smiled at him, got up to kiss his lips and said : “ I’m not like the people of the court, do not hide. You’re beautiful with or without it, my prince.”

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theunburntsblog · 9 months

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HOTD HEADCANNONS

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I would like to note I haven't exactly finished got or hotd, but I do know the spoilers.

I just have a hard time watching shows for a long period of time, but I will eventually get to it until then. Here's my gender neutral reader headcannons on HOTD characters thus far.

Also, I'm very conflicted on some characters ermm (daemon and aegon ii) turns around. But in the faith of you guys... I guess I'll engage. If some of your favorite characters aren't here, just request them!!

Reader is non-specific, and no pronouns are used within this! It's implied that the reader is of a Noble House (ex. lannister, stark, mytrell, baratheon, etc)

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER

Alicent would sure be a devoted and lovely wife. She puts her trust in you, does her duties, and is a very witful person.

Very religious to the faith would want a partner to at least respect her faith between the new gods.

Her favorite nicknames for you would be "Dove, Sweeting, Jewel and Darling"

Brings a very soothing maternal presence, it feels like you can tell her anything, and she would give you advice without judgment.

Presses gentle kisses onto your face if you were to leave to do training or something of the sort.

Very protective over you as well, even if she's not equipped with weaponry well. If she has to defend you, she definitely will.

Even if she's upset with your decisions, she would always be there and treat you no differently.

Her favorite sound is your laughter. Her love for you brightens every time she hears that laugh of yours.

She is not the best at expressing herself when it comes down to feelings, but she tries.

Her love languages would be acts of service and words for affirmations. She cares more about kind words and gestures than gifts.

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AEGON II TARGARYEN

Oh boy.. Aegon is a quite difficult one to especially with all of the drinking and brothels he devotes his time too.

It definitely will not be an easy time being his lover. His issues strive from the pressure and weight of being the rightful 'king' (ermmm okay aegon) mainly steming from his mother (love u Ali tho) and grandsire.

He only really thinks you're there for a way to either gain power or his cock which (let's be fr nobody want all that) Sex is one thing, love and trust is whole other thing.

I feel like he would be pretty needy stemming from how his father neglects him.

He has his moods and his moments, I bet you could console him quite easily although.

A very tactical lover always has to be touching you in some way. He craves to be held while you're in bed together, but he will never admit that.

Alicent would have to give him advice on how to treat you properly cause Lord Save us all he would not be a good partner.

Will not be faithful to you.. sorry not sorry

HELAENA TARGARYEN

Helaena has her quirks nonetheless, but that doesn't stop her from being a genuine good soul. She's a sweetheart in all honestly.

Helaena is a very curious girl. If you haven't originated from King's landing, I'm sure she would love to hear about your heritages.

She just needs someone to listen to her, about her bugs and about her riddles.

I believe she would tell you all about insects, I also think she would embroiderate insect brooches for you to wear proudly onto your coats.

I also believe she would tell you what insect really reminds her of you. Explaining why, in all detail, why she sees you as such.

I believe she would go to you to reconcile her about her visions as you're the only real one to understand her dismay.

I would suggest giving kindness back and start to court the princess.

I also would like to believe she's a huge bookworm, especially about mythology or nature.

Her love languages would be gift giving and quality time. She appreciates your company even if you both have nothing to say.

Patience is very key here. She doesn't like physical touch, and when she wants it, let her initiate it first. She doesn't like sudden loud noises or touches it makes her overwhelmed.

I believe she might be a poet as well from all of her riddles. She might journal to explore her dragon dreams and her other thoughts, respectively.

Over time, I think she would be the one to initiate small touches such as hands brushing against each other, small hugs, gentle kisses upon the cheeks, forehead, and lips.

bestest girl to you and will always be willing to listen to your thoughts and feelings.

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AEMOND TARGARYEN

Aemond will not be easy to love. After losing his eye, he had changed. He wasn't the sweet boy of his mother it was like he did a whole 180.

He will form a bond with you, and it will be VERYY slowburn.

He spends his time training, sparing, reading, and educating and doing all of the things Aegon doesn't do. (Which is a lot thx egg ig) I don't think he would be fond of you first it's like hes a thorn in your backside.

I feel like I would relate him to Daemon in the way that love doesn't come too easy for him.

He is quite wary of people, and at the beginning, you'll never see him without his eyepatch. It takes a lot of time for him to trust you with seeing his abnormality. He finds himself disgusting, I think only time will get him to find that his eye isn't ugly.

Also, a very jealous person, quick to anger to quick to act with emotions.

However, once you catch his eye. He'll come a bit possessive yet passionate towards you.

I feel like he would be very grateful if you were to meet Vhagar for the first time as Vhagar is almost like his second home.

He isn't used to kindness that doesn't come from his mother and sister.

A very observant lover loves to study your body language as he admires your features.

Paranoid that you'll find him ugly without his eyepatch on. He will mostly hide his scar the best he can, even if it's unbearable, or he will continue wearing it while he's aching.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

She would be the most loving partner, Even with all of her duties as Heir/Queen, she will always make time for you and her family.

I feel as if her love would be very maternal in a way(?) Honestly, like she would check up on you and make sure you're doing well. After a long way, she would lay with you, her hands gently massaging your scalp, and she reads a book.

I believe she would want someone who would not only protect her but her children as well. Not that she needs protecting. It's just a loyalty sort of thing.

Speaking of children, I feel like she would want for her lover to not only accept the boys in open arms but to be a parent figure of sorts.

Extremely loyal in the sense of defending your name.

I believe her love languages would be: physical touch, words of affirmations, and acts of services.

She's a very passionate and romantic lover. She tends to you when she can and makes sure to check in with you a lot.

I feel like she would talk about rumors and stuff going on in court with you, wanting to hear how you would approach the situation and your thoughts about it in general.

DAEMON TARGARYEN

Daemon is a very complicated man in general. Gaining his trust will be one thing. His love? Another.

He is known for preferring old valyria descendents, he has a common way of going to brothels and fucking whores. A marriage or love between him will not be an easy one.

The Rogue Prince is known to be unpredictable and harsh with his methods. I would use this to your advantage.

Your marriage/love will not be perfect as the blood of the dragon is strong. He might be yours, but he's a dragon first.

I feel like he would hold walls to withdraw from the emotions he deems as weak. Cracking these walls is a task end of itself. However, patience will be key. You might have to muster some dragonfire from yourself, I think he prefers to have someone who can manage his fire, but who can also light fire themselves.

He is a very difficult man with strange needs, I think it's best to meet with his roots. Learning High Valyrian, meeting 'The Blood Wyrm', conditioning old valyrian values. That's the best bet to really gain structure into this relationship.

He will not be tied down by marriage duty. He craves excitement and bloodshed. You will have to acknowledge that.

The best way to bond with him is to sit down into bed and let him read to you of his heritage. He's very proud of it, and nothing will stop that. I think another way to strengthen the relationship is to take flights with him and caraxes.

Once you worked past the walls, he had bulit. I think he would shower you in gifts when he returns from whatever blood 'The Dark Sister' craves. Since it's Daemon, I would probably think sex too ..

His love language will definitely be physical touch. He craves of you at his side, his favorite thing to map out the little 'imperfections' by roaming his hands across your body, spreading sweet kisses as he whispers sweet nothings in high valyrian into your ear.

His favorite nicknames for you would be "my love," "Perzītsos (little flame)," "jorrāeliarza (beloved)"

He's definitely not an easy man, but he will go to hell and back for you. He has odd ways of showing his gratitude and love. However, that will never stop him from unconditionally loving you.

I also assume he would be possessive and easy to anger. Don't get me started on his jealousy. This man does not like other lords or ladies even looking at his beloved.

JACAERYS VELARYON

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This boy is a splitting image of his mother. He's a very loyal man towards his partner. He devotes his time to his duties as heir and as well to spend time with you.

He is quite the gentleman, and assuming you're betrothed to him, he will willingly court you generously.

He showers you with love and loyalty, making sure you're comfortable with him and will never pressure you into something you don't wish to endure.

He showers you with gifts and always listens to your thoughts and feelings.

He wants to spend as much time as he possibly can with being heir, wherever you go he follows.

His gaze always lingers onto you. This man stares at you like you're a part of the gods. He always admires you.

He LOVES to give compliments about your appearance and outfits all the TIME. He loves to praise his beloved, and he makes sure you know how much you mean to him.

Is always touching you in some way, even if it's as simple as your hand brushing against his.

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whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon · 2 years

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All I Am (For You) - Reader x Yandere Sub!Aemond Targaryen (nsfw)

It's exhilarating, isn't it? Here you are of lower status, having a literal prince of the realm at your beck and call, making him obey, acquiesce, and submit in ways others can't. It's exhilarating, is it? Exhilarating. Delightful. Sublime. All words to describe your... liaison. All words to describe him. The Second Son. Aemond Targaryen.

And what a picture he was, beautiful and dark and deadly all in one. Sublime. The shadows from the fire in your room danced around the eagerness in his eye, one that was not too long ago alight with vengeance and bloodlust as he mercilessly brutalized the poor soul―the bastard had it coming, insulting you and your lesser status within earshot. A person of little consequence, such that he wouldn't even give them the honor of a quick death with his sword. Aemond rationalized his actions and from his perspective, your honor was preserved once more.

He'd have lashed out violently at Queen Alicent and his grandfather for voicing their disapproval if not for the subtle twitch of your mouth and the irritation in your posture. Unbecoming. You rewarded him handsomely later, singing his praises as he feasted greedily on the delicacy between your legs.

And Aemond stood before you once again, justice served. He was eager and wanting and restless and yearning for your praise. Yearning for―oh!!!

You said only a word before you found yourself on your bed, your clothes and his divested. You said only a word before you looked up and saw the platinum fire of his mane buried between your legs and devouring you greedily and bringing you to ecstasy and―and―"Aemond...!"

They would never know your secret, they who seek to rein Aemond's fire in. And you, you of lesser status, laughed wryly at their attempts. They didn't have what you had. They couldn't tame his fire, couldn't tame a dragon as only you could. They would never know how you could pin down such passion beneath you so willingly, how you could make a prince of the realm moan like... like a baseless whore.

It was all tension, need, and adrenaline turned into something raw and primal. It was all a blur after the intensity of your first orgasm, as you found yourself leering at Aemond, your Aemond, his skin flushed, hair a white fiery halo framing his face, and scar laid bare before you. Under you. Singing your praises as you took him without abandon. As you fucked him savagely. Unbecoming. Exhilarating. Delightful. Sublime.

And what a picture he was, voicing his pleasure so loudly, so wantonly. Unlike that of a prince. More like a whore. Your whore. You were brutal in your thrusts and Aemond met you each time, met you as you took him higher and higher, met you as powerful legs tightened around your waist, as his hands gripped the sheets below and he all but roared your name as he came untouched. And once again, you tamed a dragon.

And let all who have ears to hear, hear this. Let all who have ears hear the reverence in Aemond's voice as he says your name, let them hear the whine and delicious groan as you bite into one broad shoulder, as you praise him for a job well done. Let them hear him beg and moan like a wanton whore as the cycle begins anew and you tame the dragon yet again, the second of many times that night.

Let them hear, let them see how Aemond Targaryen, a prince of the realm, the Second Son, fire and bloodlust made flesh was made yours. All of him, yours. Mind, body, and spirit.

Exhilarating. Delightful. Sublime.

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #game of thrones #nsfw.#just needed to get this out of my head and on to my blog lol.#reader is gender neutral.

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beautifulsnake2162020 · 2 years

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Headcanon (Contemporary/21st Century AU): How Aemond Targaryen would support you his s/o as you prepare to take the bar exam.

Gif by useraelin

This is a special request from a few friends of mine (and fellow Aemond simps) who will soon be lawyers as they take the first part of the bar exam tomorrow (YOU CAN DO IT GUYS!). This is just a small contribution, but I hope it will boost your morale.

You don't remember how you became a couple. Life as a law student almost seemed like a blur compared to what everyone else is doing with their lives. When everything seemed to mainly revolve around your textbooks, case studies, and legal provisions, you were happy to even be able to do anything outside of it all even just for a little while.

You were in your favorite café on the outer area of the main mall with at least three books on front of you. A textbook, another textbook by a different author who had contrasting opinions, and the huge block of legal provisions with your notes on the margins and almost every available space. Your vertical pencilcase containing pencils, a sharpener, three fountain pens, and two highlighters of contrasting colors. To someone who wasn't in the pursuit of the legal profession this would look messy. But to any other fellow student, this was organized. Your notebook on your lap and your gadgets close by if you needed to quickly search something.

You caught his eye first, looking back you wondered if it was all a mere coincidence but to you back then it was a happy little accident. You both ordered the same drink, you had requested yours to have no sugar or at least the minimal amount as possible. He had accidentally drank it since he ordered the same thing. He offered to give you his as an apology. You accepted initially for the sake of social diplomacy, but that led to him being curious about the study material that was spread out on the table.

At first you were hesitant. He was a stranger for one, and two anyone who wasn't a law student asked questions such as when you would graduate and if you could help them out by giving your legal advice (you begin to prepare the pre-done speech you have in your mind to clarify that anything you would say should not be taken as legal advice and to consult a lawyer just to be certain). To your delighted surprise after the initial introductions (and assuring him that you didn't mind his eyepatch) he genuinely was curious with what you were studying. And this lead to your first talk together, an exchange of phone numbers and contact details before he volunteered to also bring you home since by the time you've realized it was late, it was an hour before the café would close and getting a ride to commute back home was on the more expensive side.

To your surprise he had a driver's license. He explained that with his remaining eye he could still drive and more than surpassed his older brother who had both eyes but had at least one car accident per year. You give him the address that was near enough to your house just outside of your neighborhood. But he wouldn't be able to tell where you actually lived. A safety measure, just in case it turned out he had ill will and was a creep who was better off not knowing your actual house address. It was one thing to give your number and your viber/telegram accounts. It's another for him to know where you lived.

That was the start of a relationship with an intense, passionate, crazy, calculated person. All of these with both the good and the bad aspects. But by the time you've graduated, he was there with your friends and family. Teasing you that he also helped you with studying the law. There was truth in that, since he was in the unique position of being intelligent enough to aid you in your studies yet also being a layperson who was still outside of the legal education system and understood when you needed a break, or when you needed to be pushed when you felt like giving up.

"This is your last challenge. And I have no doubts you will make it."

He tells you the week before you begin your intensive withdrawal from social media to prepare for the bar exam that you will soon endure.

"That means a lot coming from you. You're just as much of a bookworm and serious academic as any of my professors."

"Which is why I say this to you." He leans in close, your noses almost touching.

"If you can't believe in yourself, then believe in my faith in you. You know that I have no problems berating and saying what I think even to the people close to me. I have seen your growth, and how you've overcome many challenges. This is the last one, and I believe you shall prevail."

You both lean in for a kiss, and in it you felt reassured even though you had doubts. In times that count, Aemond was right. This is the last challenge of your journey, and compared to what you had to go through for many years, if he had faith in you, then you can have faith in yourself that you could make it.

GOOD LUCK BARRISTERS!

#Aemond Targaryen #ewan mitchell #Law school #soon to be lawyers #bar exam morale boost #bar exam #morale boost #Aemond x reader #Aemond x you #gender neutral reader

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moonywolvess · 2 years

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Aemond Targaryen

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Jacaerys Velaryon

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Criston Cole

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Rhaenyra Targaryen

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#x gender neutral reader #hotd #house of the dragon x reader #criston cole x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #Jacaerys Velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader

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flowerpotmage · 1 year

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Latest update for The Ledan can be read here!

Its a lot of work to keep this work updated on tumblr, so going forward I'll be posting links to updates when a new chapter is out. But never fear! I'll still be posting one-shots here as well as Ao3

#aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x reader #gender neutral reader #aemond x gn!reader

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ichorai · 1 year

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the silent storm ; aemond targaryen.

pairing ; aemond targaryen x mute!reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; aemond pays you a visit in the library and has a confession to make.

words ; 1.2k

themes ; fluff, mildly suggestive, established relationship (married)

warnings / includes ; mentions of killing/death/violence, reader is one of jasper wylde's many children, aemond being whipped for you <3 also he learned their version of sign language js for you, some kisses but nothing more than that, "i'd burn down the entire world for you" trope, lots of pet names :)

main masterlist.

The candle’s flame warbled as you set it down on the table, bathing the small corner of the library in a dewy, clementine luminescence. You narrowed your eyes at the frayed spines of the arranged historical books, fingers trailing along the dusty shelves.

After several minutes of debating between a tome on the history of dragonkeeping, and a lengthy volume on alchemic remedies, you settled on reading the latter for tonight. You eased down into a rickety wooden chair that did no favors for your back, flipping the old book open with a gentle smile, and began to read.

Not even ten minutes past, your husband’s voice drifted through the library, quietly calling your name.

You reluctantly pulled your attention away from the miraculous works of potions and brews depicted on the yellowing pages, and affectionately rolled your eyes to the side. It was an ongoing joke amongst the court that Aemond physically couldn’t be without you for more than an hour at once. The two of you were scarcely ever seen without one glued to the other’s hip. The Silent Storm and the One-Eyed Dragon, the lords and ladies oft called you and your husband.

With your father, Lord Jasper Wylde, being the Master of Laws, he was usually far too busy for the likes of you. Not to mention that he had four wives and twenty-eight other children to attend to—you were simply known as ‘the quiet one’ in your youth, which soon evolved to the Silent Storm when the court witnessed you beating up one of your older brothers with no restrain when you caught him stealing your coffers, where you kept your silvers.

Imagine your father’s utter shock when Aemond set his sights upon you, proclaiming you to be his almost instantly. Not even three months later, the two of you were wed, and you couldn’t be happier.

“There you are,” the prince said, eye lighting up when he caught sight of you. “I knew I’d find you here.”

You arched a brow. Don’t be so smug. I’m always here, you signed, hands motioning languidly as your lips curved up into an amused grin.

Aemond moved forward to sit beside you, two of his fingers slotting beneath your chin to tilt your face up so he could plant a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. “Yes, yes, you and your beloved books. Hardly a second goes by without your nose buried between pages.”

A humored huff fell from your lungs. You lifted your hands. Sounds like you’re jealous.

Your husband watched you sign, before scoffing. “Me? Jealous of books?”

Worry not, husband. I love you more than I love the library, I promise.

Ironically enough, right after you gestured out your reassurance, you turned right back to your book and began reading once more, missing the tilt of Aemond’s head and the widening, lovesick smile curving the corner of his mouth upward.

“What are you reading?” he asked, peering over your shoulder, before softly laying a kiss against the slope of your neck, lips brushing against the cold metal of the necklace he’d gifted you on your last name day. You smelled of lavender and honey, a scent he’d give anything to drown himself with.

Alchemy, you responded.

“Apologies, my love, I’m afraid I don’t recognize that word,” Aemond whispered into your skin, not unkindly.

You turned back to your husband, eyes soft and patient. You spelled it out for him, having to lightly swat his face away from your neck with a silent laugh just so he’d be able to concentrate.

“Ah, alchemy,” he mumbled, voice rife with affection, drawing you closer to him. “What have I done to deserve someone equally intelligent as they are beautiful?”

Instead of responding, you leaned forward to kiss him, his lips melding gently over yours. You pulled away to plant another kiss to the side of his nose, and a final one right below his leather eyepatch.

I love you, Aemond signed to you, before pressing his enclosed fist right above your beating heart. “Avy jorrāelan. I would burn down the entirety of Westeros at your behest, jelmāzma.” Storm.

I’d rather you not, but thank you for offering, you replied, brows pulling together incredulously and your shoulders shaking with muted chuckles. A brilliant smile flickered over your expression, the shadows of your face elongated with the candlelight. What brings about such a… violent sentiment?

A beat of silence. Aemond seemed hesitant, his hand coming forth to lovingly stroke your cheek, thumb running along your jaw.

“Promise you won’t be mad at me.”

You blinked at him in a miffed fashion, then narrowed your eyes accusingly. What did you do?

Aemond winced. There was a reason why the court called you the Silent Storm. “Promise me first, darling,” he said, trying his best to placate you.

Fine, sure, I promise. Your gaze was sharp, and Aemond already had a feeling that your words were empty.

“Well, I was training with Criston when I overheard two bumbling, foolish lords passing by—and they were talking about you. Naturally, I stopped sparring and listened to their conversation. It was… an improper debate about whether or not you’d make sound in bed.”

You sighed, used to the giggles and whispers behind your back. The lords and ladies often forgot that just because you were mute, didn’t mean you couldn’t hear them, either.

You killed them, then?

“I killed them,” Aemond confirmed, looking none too sorry about it, either. “Slit both of their throats. I couldn’t stand by and just listen to them insult you in such a way.”

They were jesting! you hurriedly signed, frustrated that your husband had taken such drastic measures without confronting you first. That is what men do, they jest and they speak ill-will and they are pigs about it! There is naught that we can do about their behavior other than a slap on the wrist—you cannot just kill anybody who gets on your nerves! Swear that you won’t do it again. Swear it, Aemond!

“But they were—”

You held a warning finger up, effectively halting him in his protests. The glare you had fixed on him held the intensity of a thousand hurricanes. And what was a dragon in comparison to the might of a storm?

“Yes, my love,” Aemond reluctantly said, biting down on his tongue.

The anger melded over your visage seemed to melt away at his relatively easy acquiescence.

Good boy, you teasingly signed, which earned you a light, ticklish pinch of retaliation to your side. I love you, too, by the way. But if you take another undeserving soul again—I’m going to have to reconsider.

A deep hum fell from his throat, and you were about to gesture some more warnings (borderline threats), but the thoughts were dashed from your mind when he surged forward to kiss you, pushing you up against the bookshelf. His large, spindly hands splayed over your waist and curved along your back.

“Alchemy can wait, can’t it?” he murmured into you, nearly dizzy with yearning.

You shook your head with an exasperated beam, before pulling him forward by the lapels of his coat and slanting your lips against his once again.

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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I’m your Aemond jerking off headcanons you mentioned maybe modern Aemond trying finger fucking himself but then maybe saving that for a partner in the future and I’m just 👀 throwing that out there 👀

For Your Love • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

Summary: This is literally just smut with no plot. The itty bit of plot has to do with Aemond feeling a little self-conscious of finger fucking himself, until reader comes along. Words: 2.8 k A/N: IDK WHAT CAME OVER ME, but you sent me this and I wrote it in one go, so bestie, THANK YOU. CW: porn without plot, oral sex (m) receiving; blowjobs, rimming & finger fucking. Slightly subby Aemond, but very slightly, established relationship. Title and dirty talk are all inspired by the song 'For Your Love' by Måneskin. Gender neutral!reader. UPDATE: You can now read a continuation of this here.

His thighs tense by the mere tease of the tip of your tongue circling his rim. The touch is as light as the feather you’d use to relax him, earlier this night. Aemond was so wound up, you had to use every trick in the book to get him to loosen up. Not to mention getting to this point had been a whole process in itself.

It started about a month ago, when you were going down on him. You were drooling all over his cock, your hands massaging his balls as you looked up at him from beneath your eyelashes, moaning wantonly each time you felt him pulse inside your mouth – prompting you to take him deeper down your throat.

On their own accord, your fingers had wandered down lower, catching a little dribble of saliva and precum that had spilled from your mouth, and circling it around his hole.

His thighs had tensed, exactly as they do now. His muscles contracted, before he made himself relax with a shaky exhale, and your hand moved back to gently stroke the inside of his thigh instead.

Two nights afterwards, he’d tentatively brought up the subject as you were all settled in bed, softly making out before falling asleep. “Would you be interested in trying something with me?” he’d murmured against your lips, so quietly that it had taken you a couple of seconds to register what he’d said.

“Does this have anything to do with the other night?” you smirked playfully, always pleased to be able to read him so well. Sometimes – just sometimes – he wasn’t as closed off as he made himself to be, bare for you to read him like one of his favorite books.

He blushed and nodded slightly, looking down before redirecting his gaze back to yours, with a mix of curiosity but also nervousness. “I’ve tried to do it myself but could never be comfortable. But I know it’s supposed to feel really good…”

With a palm on his cheek, you shushed him with a tender kiss and a promise to make the experience as pleasurable but also as comfortable for him as you could. You’d do anything for Aemond, and wished to explore all the ways in which you could bring him pleasure, just as he does with you.

Last week you’d started this off, but you’d gotten too riled up on the idea of finger fucking Aemond, making you get carried away too soon, with your mouth on his hole too quickly, giving him no time to ease into the sensations and register what was happening. That repressed part of him – from having lived in such an uptight and rigid household – made him too nervous, ready to declare that this just wasn’t for him at all. You pulled back, apologizing for being too rough, too soon, and promised you could always come back to this later.

But now the game has entirely changed.

You’d dimmed the lights, both of you naked, instructing him to lay on his back so you could straddle him.

“Do you trust me?” You’d whispered into his ear, delighting in the visible goosebumps you could see, raising every single fine hair on his body.

“I trust you.” He’d replied by resting his palms on your curves, caressing your soft skin, up and down your sides.

You trailed kisses all over him, taking your time to thoroughly lick into his mouth, making out with him all sensually – all tongue and exchanged breaths – before trailing down to his jaw, the underside of his ear and that long column of his neck that looked as if it was made out of marble. Then, further down – nosing the soft, blonde hairs that curl around Aemond’s solid chest, coiling around his nipples, which you licked and bit and pinched until he closed his eyes and sighed in relaxation.

Then came the feather that you’d passed all over the spots on Aemond’s torso that had spit cooling on them – over all his light moles and little mounds of muscle that line up his stomach. It tickled – gifting you a timid smile that curled his lips, his stomach contracting with laughter.

You grinned brightly at the sight, leaning down to kiss him stupid, just because you were overcome with emotion and utter love for this man beneath you. All that donning made him melt into the bed instantly, muscles going lax under your touch.

When you separated from the kiss, you held his gaze, biting your lip mischievously as you leaned to the side to grab some massage oil from the bedside table. His eye had widened, a lovely pink hue spreading from the tips of his ears down to his chest as you squirted the oil into your palms before rubbing them together to heat it up and smooth it all over his chiseled body.

He stretched on the bed, elongating the elegant line of his body with each circular motion you rub onto him. The sight of him all sprawled on the bed, letting out quiet sighs as one of his hands fist the sheets while the other keeps its contact with your body – it’s enough to have you dripping for him.

He’s just so damn attractive, and all yours. All yours, to please, yours to dote on and love.

Soon, you find yourself right in between his thighs, pouring the oil directly into his lower belly and smothering it all over his hips, his legs…spreading them wider so you could make yourself comfortable on your stomach with your face just inches away from his hardened cock.

You look up at Aemond with nothing but desire consuming your pupils, as one slicked-up hand takes his cock, slowly rubbing him up and down while you plant sweet kisses all over the inside of his thighs.

Kisses that only get closer and closer to that spot that quivers so sweetly for you, even when Aemond tries to disregard it for archaic fears and prejudices. You’re determined to make all of that vanish from his mind, as you stroke his cock more deliberately, delighting in that solid weight twitching and pulsing in your grasp – in how his ruddy head starts leaking and dripping down your fist.

You pump his cock, all desperate for his precum, gathering it all in your tongue as soon as it reaches the base of his cock, and licking up, up, up, before swallowing down his head. Your tongue twirls around it, adding pressure to the underside before sucking more of his dick into your mouth, with your tongue flattened down against that swollen vein that traverses it.

Moaning around him, you start bobbing your head up and down, slowly – oh so damn slowly to really make it last and indulge in the feeling of him stretching your mouth before you hollow out your cheeks on your way down.

One of your hands starts softly fondling his balls, before you detach your mouth from his cock with a lewd pop, drooling onto the base of him and watching it pool around his sack. He’s a groaning mess, hips lifting up from the bed the moment you start lapping and sucking at his balls.

Something primal sets off on his brain, seeing you eating him out so unabashedly, with the vibrations of your moans concentrating on him like an electric wire about to snap into sparks.

The muscles of his thighs contract – he can’t take it anymore – when a teasing finger starts circling his ass. He sits up but you’re quick to place a soothing palm on his abdomen, stopping altogether to look at him. “If you want we can stop.”

“No, it’s okay. Keep going, love.”

“Are you sure?”

He holds his breath for a moment, before biting his lip and nodding, laying back down. He cards his long fingers through your hair without breaking your gaze.

“Let go, Aemond. I’ve got you.”

You grab his hand and give it a loving squeeze, until he exhales out a little bit of stress out of his system. “I know you do, love. Keep going, please…”

You kiss his knuckles, calming once you see that Aemond’s gaze is both pleading and adoring. You’re quick to fetch a bottle of lube from the bedside table this time, before resuming your position between his thighs, dousing the liquid right into his rim, spreading it around as gently as you can.

“Aemond,” you moan, just from seeing him twitch – seeing his thighs threatening to close in on you and trap you in between forever. “You know I’ll do whatever you want, Aemond…”

You’re hoping that your voice will help make him feel more comfortable, so you keep sighing out sweet nothings as you continue to rub his hole with the pads of two fingers. “I’ll do whatever you want…”

“Hmmm…” he grunts, closing his eye and leaning his head back on the pillows, taking your hand and holding on for the absolute ride he’s about to embark on. The one you’re about to lead him into.

He looks absolutely gorgeous, with his silver blonde hair like a halo amidst the pillows. Absolutely delicious. So much so, that you lean down to taste him again.

You slowly swallow down his cock as you keep the circular notions around his rim; keeping him safe inside of you while you gingerly prod at his entrance with one finger, letting it linger there for the time being. Not pushing or prodding further, just resting there as you bob your head up, and down – up, and down, down until your nose is nestled on the soft, silvery hairs right at the base.

You release him when you need to come back for hair, licking him in between moans because you’re a whole mess, and you haven’t even touched yourself yet. No, tonight is all about Aemond, and you tell him as much, with eyes half-mast and voice all low and hoarse from having his length down your throat. “I’ve got so much I can give to you, Aemond…I’m gonna fuck you ‘till you scream for me…”

You whine as you see him shudder and tilt his hips towards you, planting his feet on the bed in a silent plea to lure your mouth back on him. Such an enticing gift offered to you so eagerly, how could you refuse it?

“Tell me what you want, Aemond…I’ll give you what you want.”

You hotly whisper, squirting so much lube on him you could even swim between his thighs, which is exactly what you need for your finger to slip all the more easily, just past his hole. You can’t slide it in too deep, so you just keep it curled around his entrance as you switch between peppering loving kisses all over his thighs and hips and dick to make sure he remains calm.

With eyes closed, he seeks out your palm again, keeping your fingers tightly locked together while the ones on your opposite hand creep a little bit further in. “Fuck me…” he whispers, brows furrowed in a mix of pain and growing pleasure.

“Relax, darling. You’re doing so well, you’re taking me so well…I promise this is gonna feel so good, Aemond.” You moan, before spitting on his entrance to push your finger a little bit further in.

He feels so warm and tight; you thought this was gonna be weird for you, but you’re fucking creaming – every sensation feeling so heightened. Helping Aemond to unlock another part of him that brings him pleasure has you feeling a little bit delirious, it’s insane.

“That’s it, babe. That’s it…” you keep whispering while you start to softly fuck him with your finger, quickly slipping your hand from his his hold to squirt more lube on him. More and more, his muscles start to loosen up and you’re able to slide in easily.

He’s twitching and grunting and grasping your hand so tightly it should hurt but it only drives you to increase the speed a little bit, to rotate your wrist in a way that’ll help you find that spot inside of him that you know will have him seeing stars.

“Fuck!” he yelps just as you graze it – hips lifting from the bed and eye wide in surprise. You’re grinning wickedly now, keeping up that slight, steady pressure on him as you keep on licking and sucking at his cockhead. Just before pull your finger back out to replace it with your tongue.

The tip swirls around his rim, lapping up at his entrance, licking a trail from his asshole, to his ballsack, up and down, again and again before dribbling saliva all over him so your tongue and finger could curl around him. As you drool and lick him all over, you prod at him with the pads of two fingers now, slowly – so, very slowly – stretching him wide before sliding further down.

You’re absolutely mad, overcome with hunger as you take his cock in your mouth once more, and work up your two fingers inside of him. Carefully fucking him deeper and deeper to the rythm of your head bobbing up and down on his hard cock, to the music of Aemond’s low grunts and groans and choked out breaths as you scissor your fingers inside of him on and on until you’re met with his g-spot once again.

You moan on his cock at the feeling, look up at Aemond with a dark gaze filled with lust as you build up a pace that steadily quickens, that goes harder when you see that Aemond can take it – that he’s aching for it, if the way his rotating his hips and yanking at your hair is any indication. You’d chuckle if your lips weren’t so deliciously stretched around him, so you can only hollow out your cheeks and fucking edge him on with your gaze.

It’s like fire meets gasoline when his eye snaps open to meet you.

It’s as if he’s daring you, with his furrowed brow and lips trapped between his teeth – daring you fuck him harder, to suck at him faster. To make him scream and cry, make him cum harder than he ever has.

And fuck, if you’re up for the challenge.

Your wrist moves quicker, fingers all snug inside of him, now grazing insistent little circles on his g-spot as you drool on his cock and swallow him down like the total slut you are for him.

“Please…” he grunts through gritted teeth, and you’re too fucking pleased, smiling with your eyes as you continue to blow him.

“Please what?” you mock as you come up for air before taking down his length once more.

“Make me cum…” he grabs a handful of your hair to keep you all locked around his cock but you push past his strong hold to further tease him.

“You wanna cum for me, Aemond? Gonna be a good boy and cum in my mouth?”

“Please!” his thighs shake, abdomen contracts as his quiet grunts turn into desperate little whines that he tries to keep down because he’s too proud to be begging for release. The way he’s throbbing on your mouth, the way he’s squeezing your fingers so tightly, has you rutting against the bed, desperate for any sort of friction to bring you release. And any other day you’d get a little meaner – tease him for a little bit longer.

But right now you’re in the same boat as he is, ready to burst right the fuck now.

“Cum for me, Aemond.” You gasp before taking his cock in your mouth and sucking all sloppily, scissoring his fingers inside of him faster, rubbing on his g-spot harder and harder and harder until Aemond lets out one long, drawn-out moan.

His legs tense, locking around your head and keeping you trapped in between them as he spills right down your throat – spit and cum dribbling down your chin as you moan and moan like a wanton whore, squeezing your legs to cum at the same time.

He’s gasping as if he’d come back from one of his morning hikes, looking up at the ceiling all dazed and spent. His fist softens up on your hair, as he cards a hand through his own hair before resting it atop his chest as he catches his breath.

You release him with a content sigh – your finger all squeezed by his ass that it takes a little bit of effort to take it out, making him groan when he finally releases you. The hand that had been buried inside of him rests on his abdomen, rising and falling with every breath he takes, as you look up at him all dopey and in love.

“How was that for you? Have you changed your mind about this?” you murmur, laughing at the way his eye widens in surprise, incredulous at the question. As if he hadn’t been keeping you in a death-grip with his thighs and fist and ass.

He sits up then, leaning down and guiding you to him with two fingers under your chin, kissing you despite you being covered in drool and cum.

“Absolutely.”

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lady-phasma · 2 years

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Your writing is delightful 🙏🏻 may I request 57 or 100 with Aemond x gn!reader? (Hope your weekend is good!)

Thank you! That is so kind. My weekend has been good and your prompt made it even better! Surprise: I chose to use both prompts! I hope it works for you. This was so much fun to write! If I’m honest, I love writing smut.

A Kindness

Aemond x gender neutral!reader 18+ NSFW

1.6k words

Smutty prompts from the list: 57 “You seem more sensitive than usual.” 100 “You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”

Bonus Aemond waist grab in this one. (Could be a sequel to Blessed Silence but they totally stand alone)

After Aemond closed the door behind him you touched the back of his hand. You didn’t hold it during your walk to your chambers. You knew he cared about you but you weren’t sure how much further it went. You had shared a few kisses. Once, he had slid his hand into yours as you walked in the gardens. There had even been that kiss. Some nights you thought about that kiss when you were alone. And now here he was, he was standing with his back to the inside of your door.

You swallowed dryly as he turned his hand and wrapped it around yours. He tugged you softly toward him. You looked up at his violet eye. A lock of his silver hair lay over his shoulder. He smoothed both of his hands up your arms when you stood in front of him. He slowly wrapped one arm around your shoulders and placed the other on your head to pull you close to him. You rested your forehead on his chest. He didn’t stroke or pet you, he was as still as he always was, but less like stone. You could hear his heart beat, feel his breathing.

You were sure Aemond could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You weren’t nervous. You wanted this and he felt amazing. Your heart was pounding because you wanted this, him.

You lifted your head and he let his hand drop to the back of your neck. His thumb stroked the skin just behind your ear. He tipped his head down just enough for you to reach his lips with yours. His eye was still open when you closed yours. Aemond let you brush your lips against his at first. Then he pressed a bit harder, scooping your mouth toward his, tipping up his chin. His lips were parted and his bottom lip drug across yours as he sighed. You chased his lips with yours.

Your hands went to his waist, held him close to you. Your nose grazed his as you tilted your head to catch his bottom lip with your mouth. When your tongue brushed just inside his parted lips his hand on your neck gripped you tighter.

His tongue touched yours and you moaned into your kiss. Your fingers dug into his waist as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. His hand slid slowly down to your ass. You smiled against him. You couldn’t help yourself. Your teeth grazed his lips and he moaned softly. Aemond squeezed your ass. Finally you pressed your body against his. You wanted, needed, him to be as close as possible. You used your grip on his waist to push his back against the door. He smiled and grunted as he leaned back against it, pulling you to him by the hand on your ass.

When your hips met you were not at all surprised by how hard he was. You felt yourself equally aroused. This man could do that to you so easily. What surprised you was how greedily he kissed you. He began to kiss your jaw, down your neck. You let your head fall back. His tongue on your skin sent shivers down your spine. He gently sucked at the hollow of your neck. Your hands left his waist and rushed up to the back of his head. Your fingers slid into his hair as you pressed his face against you. You groaned as he licked along your collarbone. He peppered kisses up your neck to your ear.

“You seem more sensitive than usual,” he whispered as he grazed your earlobe with his lips. You could only nod and exhale into his shoulder.

“Mmmm,” his response to your inability to speak vibrated through your whole body.

Aemond gently pulled your arms down and straightened up. He was smiling. His hand went to his hair and pulled off his eye patch, dropping it to the floor. His smile softened his entire face. He took a step toward you and you instinctively took a step back. He began unfastening his jerkin, then tossed it on the floor as well. His violet eye raked up and down your body and you understood. As you started to remove your clothes his lips twitched up higher at one corner.

He only stopped looking at you long enough to rip his boots off. By the time you both stood by the bed he was only in his leather pants. The way he looked at your naked body was a mix of hunger and pleasure. He undid the laces on his pants and hooked his thumbs in the waist. His hip muscles flexed as he stepped out of them. You hissed air through your teeth and sighed. He closed the distance between you in an instant and crushed your body against his, his hands cupping your ass.

Aemond didn’t give you time to react. He found your lips and slid his tongue between them. You groaned. Your hands slid up his arms to his shoulders as you kissed. He moved you backward to the bed. He broke the kiss to lay you on the bed. He slid his knee onto the bed between your legs and hovered over you. Your eyes searched his. You tucked his hair behind his ear and let your fingertips linger on his neck.

He held himself up on one hand and stroked your side and belly with the other. You smiled at him, softly, and purred his name up at him. His sapphire glinted in the candlelight as he tilted his head slightly. Before you knew you were doing it you lifted your hand from the bed and touched the scar on his cheek. His jaw clenched but he didn’t stop you. You lightly grazed your fingers over his cheek, up his brow bone, and over the scar on his forehead. His violet eye was closed and he made a throaty sound. You pushed your fingers through his hair to the back of his head and pulled him down to kiss you.

Aemond kissed you back, pressing you down into the bed. You arched your back to him, your stomach and chest pressed against his. His hand moved from your side to your thigh, his thumb making small circles on your skin as he gripped your leg. He slid his other leg between yours, spreading them wider. You briefly felt him hard against you. His hand moved excruciatingly slowly from your thigh to the crease of your hip. You drug your lips against his cheek. You could barely breathe as his hand found the center of your heat that had been building and building. You rubbed your leg against his thigh, moved your hips, anything you could, to get more of his skin on yours.

Your hands fell from his hair as the tension mounted inside you. You scrambled for purchase on his arm, his chest, anywhere your hands could reach. He was gentle but fast. His mouth travelled frantically over your neck and shoulder and chest. Your bodies moved together, his legs sliding against yours, your hands searching his broad shoulders.

“Please Aemond,” you whined as the heat spread from the point between you. “Please!” Your chest tightened and you could only pant as you felt the blood leave your limbs and rush back to your heart. Your vision swam and you clamped your eyes shut. The tension held for a beat, then another, then it broke. You arched against him, head falling back on the bed, but you didn’t still. Your body moved with his and in your haze your hands found his chest and slid around his torso.

You felt his head fall against your chest, his forehead hard against your sternum. His hair felt like silk as it spread over your arms and chest. He pushed his head harder against you and you felt his body shake. Aemond groaned as he came, held in your arms. Both of you stilled and the only sound in the room was your breathing. After what seemed like seconds and hours he lifted his head.

He kissed you gently, first on the forehead, then feather-light on your mouth. He pulled away from your embrace to lay on the bed. He didn’t speak but guided you to lay next to him. He lay panting, stretched out next to you, your heads touching on the pillow, and as you curled onto your side to look at him he spoke.

“Would you do me a kindness?” You glanced at him. His eye was closed.

“Of course, Aemond.”

“Would you allow me to stay with you tonight?”

You didn’t answer. You continued to curl onto your side next to him and kissed his cheek before laying your head next to his on the pillow.

* * *

The next morning you stretched somewhere between sleep and waking. Your back pressed against Aemond’s side. You were immediately reminded of how very, very naked he was in your bed. You felt him stir behind you. His arm snaked under yours, around your waist and pulled you into his chest. You closed your eyes and pressed back against him. Sleepily, he buried his face in your hair.

You reached behind you, slid your hand onto his ass, and pulled his hips against you. A smile spread across your face as you rubbed your ass against him. His hand on your chest flexed. Aemond let out a small moan into your hair.

“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” he asked as he began to kiss your neck and roll you over to face him.

yeah, yeah, the chest hug, can’t help myself

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divine-donna · 1 year

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sapphire in the dark

these are some general aemond targaryens featuring romantic headcanons as well. (there is also a little bit of a possessive aemond here in this headcanons)

please keep in mind this is my own interpretation. these headcanons are just that. headcanons. if you don’t like them, just don’t read them and ignore this post.

aemond likes to eat with knives. he’ll use a fork to help cut his food but he uses the knife to pick up the pieces and eat it. alicent has tried to get him to stop because she is concerned he will cut himself. (he’s fine)

he’s really good at cutting fruit and peeling it. if there was a contest on who was the fastest and managed to keep the most meat on the fruit, he would win without question. he can even peel fruit without having to look down at his hands.

his favorite fruit is plums and oranges. he tends to eat more plums since oranges are imported and it can take them a while to get to king’s landing. he has fond memories eating plums, thanks to you and his mother.

is the kind of person to eat a lemon on its own. lemons can be quite sour and he just eats them like any other fruit. he much prefers them on their own. you are kind of baffled since sour fruits don’t agree with your taste buds or stomach.

will break open a crab or a lobster with his bare hands. and he prefers it this way, to break it open himself. something so satisfying about the way it breaks underneath the strength of his fingers.

again, not a surprise, but aemond is closest to helaena. his big sister, the one who never bullied him and made sure he was okay. they have a close relationship and he spends at least a few minutes with her every night to talk to her. it’s a good way to let some steam off in a nonviolent way.

he does wood carving in his spare time. it’s one of his only hobbies outside of training and studying. he’s made a variety of things, all of them impressive. and you get a lot of them from him so you can trace his progress over the years with your collection. he’s got an eye for detail and is quite the perfectionist when it comes to his projects.

that being said, aemond doesn’t like trusting the process. if it doesn’t turn out the way he wants it, he will discard the project. he gets frustrated when they don’t start out exactly perfect. but eventually, he goes back to the abandoned project.

when he’s nervous or irritated, he cracks his knuckles. even when they don’t actually crack. he also tends to dig his nails into his palm since he makes a fist quite often.

surprisingly, aemond is a fan of romance stories. it’s a guilty pleasure of his. he started when he was younger and trying to adapt to having one eye. helaena suggested him a story which you suggested to her as their local romance connoisseur. even after all these years when you find him reading these stories, he still gets flustered despite knowing that you kept his guilty pleasure a secret.

aemond will always let you be at his right side. there are few people that are allowed to be at his right side: you, helaena, and his mother. (criston is slowly working his way there)

aemond gives love through physical touch, surprisingly. he doesn’t appear to be someone who gives love through physical touch. but it could just be the smallest touch that proves to you how much he loves you. whether it’s his hand holding yours, cuddling, his hand at your back to guide you away from the conversation before you. he makes every excuse to touch you, even graze you.

aemond receives love through physical touch and words of affirmation. he loves it when you touch him and will savor every second of it. he almost never wants to leave you after a night of cuddling. he requires words of affirmation in a similar way like his sister. he doesn’t need it constantly but the smallest sentence reassures him that you love him.

he has a bit of an avoidant attachment style. a lot of his feelings were dismissed by his father as he grew older and it caused him to approach things with a more distant lens. he has grown to become more open about his emotions with you as the years go on and to become more optimistic. after all, you’ve already proven that you aren’t going to just leave him. there’s no need to keep a wall up anymore.

aemond has two kinds of kisses. the first is gentle but passionate. it’s a romantic kiss that is full of love and is accompanied by his hands cupping your face. they are quick and only last a few seconds.

the second kind is hungry. he puts a lot of pressure on your lips and it feels like he’s attempting to devour you. it’s very hot. very hot. he doesn’t pull away from you for a while and you are deprived of oxygen. this kiss is possessive and he also nips at your lips while attempting to devour you.

aemond loves marking you up. you’re a blank canvas for him to explore. so he goes out of his way to give you hickies. he finds pleasure in giving you hickies that are covered by clothes but can be visible at the right circumstance (like a sleeve being rolled up, the collar of a shirt peeling away from your skin). he also loves giving you hickies in places that are completely covered. there’s a real sense of pleasure knowing that he has marked you but others don’t know and cannot tell.

he loves your stretch marks, any scars on your body, spots of discoloration, birth marks, beauty marks. he just loves your body as it is. he tells you that it’s because your body tells him the story of your life. you may find yourself ugly but in his eyes, your body is perfect. he understands what it feels like to be insecure in something like a scar. and as your lover, he never wants you to feel that way.

there is such a thrill that runs in his veins when he kisses you in public. of course, the spot is discreet. you two are secret lovers after all whether it is behind pillars or in between the stacks of the library or behind the godswood.

sometimes the man appears in your room unexpected. when it’s dark. so when you close the door, all you see is the moonlight and the glint of his sapphire. not that you mind. you’ve grown to love seeing that familiar sapphiric glint.

it’s hard to say what you love about aemond exactly. because the truth is, you love everything about him. but you especially love his face. you love his nose and you love letting your finger trace his bridge. you love his scar and giving it a kiss as you both cuddle. you love his eye, the way it glints and the way his other eye looks at you with such softness. you love his lips and how they curl and have a perfect cupid’s bow. you love his jawline and peppering kisses on it. you love his face. you worship him.

“you believe i would betray my lover? when he finds you, he will kill you. and he will kill you two times over when he learns that you have laid your hands on me. he will travel to the ends of the world to make sure i am safe. he worships me and i worship him. and he will find me. and we will kiss as he feeds you to his dragon.”

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