I'm Bad With Words, I Hope You're Good In Reading Eyes.

I'm bad with words, i hope you're good in reading eyes.

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Moonbloom

Summary: Your daughter accompanies Aemond through the various stages of your pregnancy.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Pure fluff. Dad Aemond.

A/N: Can be read as part 2 of Of Flowers & Dragons, but also as a stand-alone. Hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 1.5k

It had been decided the previous day with Aemond that you’d tell her today.

The maesters had advised against it in case something went wrong as it had only been a couple of moons, but after weeks of withholding such information, today felt like the appropriate day.

Besides, you were starting to show.

Thankfully, Aemond was around already spending time with your daughter in the Red Keep’s gardens.

Targaryens took to the skies on their dragons, but she insisted on having her hands in soil and dirt, bringing seeds to life.

You watched from the balcony as your daughter of six knelt on the floor, hands and silver hair covered in dirt as she tended to her pots of colourful flowers.

Aemond stood nearby, looking elegant as ever.

But as you paced down the stone steps towards them, it was made clear both of them were bickering in High Valyrian.

A smile formed on your lips from the exasperated look on his face.

It was to be expected, after all.

Two dragons with fiery tempers were bound to clash.

He suddenly removed the tie that held his hair back and lowered himself to eye-level with the young child, bringing her unruly strands into a high knot.

She huffed in annoyance, pushing his hands away. “Kepa!”

It filled you with nothing but joy to watch his face soften into an adoring smile.

Noticing your presence, she stuck out her tongue at him in a clear display of defiance and ran to you.

Her cheek was soon pressed to your belly, short arms enveloping you into a tight hug, a single cutting of Moonbloom tucked behind her ear.

“Muña!” she beamed, rubbing stains of dirt into your dress. “Look at my garden! Grandmother says it’s the prettiest in King’s Landing.”

You ran your hands along her head, tidying a few strands in place. “Queen Alicent is absolutely correct.”

Aemond joined you, planting a tender kiss to your forehead, his now loose hair tickling your face. “Do we tell her?”

She pouted. “Tell me what?”

He crouched at her side, bearing the faintest smile, but enough to send your stomach into a lurch. “You wanted a sibling—”

But before Aemond could carry on, your daughter broke into a deafening shriek, causing birds in nearby trees to take flight.

Her mouth was left hung open in sheer excitement as Aemond placed her tiny hand on your discreet bump.

Lilac eyes widened and locked with his. “You planted a seed in mother!”

Her high-pitched remark turned a few heads and you could immediately spot panic settling on his handsome face.

“Sīr eglie daor,” he said, lowering his own voice. “Not so loud, little one.”

But your daughter cared not for manners in that moment and brought both hands to your belly, glaring at it in confusion.

“When do I get to meet my sibling?”

“Not for a few moons,” you told her.

She planted a soft kiss atop your bump. “Do I have to water it?”

You chuckled. “It won’t be necessary.”

Aemond placed his own hand next to hers. “All you have to do is aid me in taking care of your mother so she can take care of your sibling.”

Pressing another kiss, she glared at him. “That is all?”

He nodded. “Are you up for this very important, challenging, and difficult task?” he said dramatically while narrowing his eye.

She balled one fist and raised it high, her face twisting into a defiant smile. “Yes!”

☾

Aemond came walking in, footsteps as light as feathers as he paced across the poorly lit bedchamber, carrying his daughter.

You propped yourself on an elbow to better take in the adoring sight of the young prince holding his daughter against his chest, her face resting on his shoulder as her arms dangled with each step.

“Maybe we should have waited,” you whispered as he came to sit at the edge of the bed.

He shook his head. “Dawn is breaking.”

She was still fast asleep, but you had made a promise to her and promises are to be kept.

Aemond made sure of that.

He tried lowering her to lay next to you, but she immediately clamped her arms around his neck, whining softly.

Silently, he loosened her grip and brought her down next to your prominent belly.

She whined once again from the sudden lack of warmth he had provided, but soon shifted to curl into you.

“Wake up…” you said, dragging the back of your hand across her cheek.

Aemond pushed your nightgown up to expose your skin to her touch. “Byka Zaldrīzes…”

Little dragon.

That term of endearment was reserved for special moments, so he had once told you.

This was one of those.

Slowly but surely, you daughter stirred from her sleep, rubbing both hands across her fluttering eyelids.

With a jaw-popping yawn she stretched herself into your belly and, through sleepy eyes, she glared at Aemond in confusion.

“The babe is kicking,” he said.

The effect of those words was immediate and she promptly placed both hands on your belly.

She had made you promise you would let her know when you felt the first kicks, but nothing could have prepared you for how endearing it was to witness your daughter glaring expectantly, dragging her tiny palms across the stretched skin.

The babe kicked harshly inside you and you saw her eyes widen. “I felt it!”

Aemond’s eye was on yours and the glare he offered you made your heart swell with adoration.

If someone had told you that a few years ago Aemond would have traded early morning sword practice for time with his family, you’d ask them not to be absurd.

He placed a large hand on her back, rubbing her gently as she dove into a monologue with her sibling.

“You are very impatient,” she whispered as if she hand suddenly entered a world that was only theirs. “Must be dark in there… but you’ll come out soon and I’ll even let you tend to my flowers.”

Aemond chuckled. “Even your precious moonbloom pots?”

She paused in contemplation.

“… yes,” she ended up saying. “But only after making sure they’d be left intact,” she concluded with a determined smile.

“No harm would come to your flowers, sweetling,” he said, placing his other hand on your hip, his thumb rubbing your skin absentmindedly. “Besides, Uncle Daeron would have more shipped from Oldtown if something were to happen.”

The babe rammed into you once again, startling your daughter. “Was I also like this?”

“Very much so,” he said. “You were bent on not letting your mother rest properly… and, by extension, me.”

Her face lightened up. “I will ask grandmother if you were the same way, kepa.”

A smile curled his lips and lit a fire in you.

☾

Your second labour went by much faster than your first one and, by the time you felt the babe’s pushing down, no guards or handmaids were able to contain your daughter from sneaking inside the busy chamber.

Aemond was at your side every step of the way and made no further effort at keeping the young Targaryen at bay.

Wide-eyed and in complete silence, she strode forward to stand by your side, gripping two flower crowns in her hand.

“Push, my lady,” the maester urged. “Push, push!”

You were fortunate to have your husband sitting behind you, holding you in place and silently being the source of strength you required to push through the final moments.

Through gritted teeth, you mustered the last remnants of vigour within you and tried your best to heed the maester’s words.

Sweat rolled down your face and with a final scream, you felt the pain down below ease and the pressure vanish.

“A boy!” the old man said as he wrapped the babe with cloths

You slumped into Aemond’s chest, breathing heavily as tears rushed from your eyes.

An angry cry tore through the room as the young dragon announced himself to the world around him.

“Do you wish for me to take her outside for a while, my prince?” one servant asked, gazing at your daughter.

“Leave her be,” you heard Aemond snarl as she looped one arm around yours, holding on tightly.

She bared her teeth dramatically, frowning deeply at the failed attempt to have her taken away from your side.

As soon as they managed to cut the cord, another handmaid brought the babe to your arms, turf of silver hair sticking to his tiny head.

Relief washed over you as you embraced your son near your flustered chest.

Thorough your hazy state of mind, you didn’t even notice your daughter was holding out one moonbloom flower crown to you.

She seemed hesitant… even tense.

“Thank you, my love…” you breathed out, allowing her to place it on your head. “Thank you…”

“Can I…”

Your eyes shot to her lilac ones as she pouted, holding yet another flower crown, but a much smaller one this time.

“Made it with kepa…”

Aemond planted a long kiss to the top of your head before taking the crying babe into his arms and lowering him just enough for her to peak through with a gasp.

“Ooooh…”

Surprisingly, the babe’s cries came to a sudden halt when she placed the crown on top of the cloth wrapped around him.

One handmaiden placed a damp rag to your forehead and you sighed as your daughter carefully ran teo fingers along his face.

“Do you think he’ll like me?”

Aemond pulled her close to him and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “He already does.”

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Magic Flute

Aemond Targaryen x Librarian!Reader

Summary: You were in charge of upkeeping the room of knowledge in the castle. Aemond was in charge of upkeeping the upkeeper's sanity.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Brief mention of mama issues, crying, fem!reader, smut (public sex ig, praise kink, biting), established relationship, typos, etc.

A/N: move over daemon, it's aemond brain rot time. who needs therapy when you can write fanfics🎈 the title is totally not about aemond's magnum co-

"I can understand why people reread books," I speak to the silver haired man, though I make no effort to turn to him, since my focus was on tomes on its shelf, "but you, my prince, read that as if your life depended on it." I look over to Prince Aemond, who looks like I just asked him to jump out of the window beside him. I raise my brows, "perhaps you are unaware that has a second part?" He stiffens. My face contorts in horror when I see red rise up from his neck, "apologies my prince. I did not mean to offend you." With that, I scurry away. Aemond shot out of his chair and raised his hand for naught.

I heaved heavily, willing the tears streaming down my face away. I ripped at my cheeks and prayed to all the gods that Aemond would be late today.

I laugh pathetically at myself.

Like seven hells he'd be.

I rub my eyes one last time and release a deep breath.

I gather myself up, bunching my skirt in my hand. But before I could even walk to the end of the isle, I gasp at the sight of the prince standing before him. My hands fly to my chest. His own that were behind him fall to his side.

His one eye takes in the sight of my tears. He tilts his head, "what was it this time?"

"A splinter," I blurt too quickly, too unconvincingly, too prepared.

"Mm," he steps forward, "a funny thing to call your mother."

I do not rebut, nor do I move. I only allow him to press near enough that I could hear him breathe in the silence of the room. I gnaw at my lower lip as his hands land on my shoulder.

"Allow me to rephrase," his hands brush down my arms, "what did your mother say to you this time?"

My eyes water so quickly that I could not do anything but cry.

His hands rest by my cheeks, pushing my tears away. I instinctively lean into his touch as I shudder out, "I would not dare worry my beloved prince."

"Then speak."

I close my eyes as I sigh. My hands grab onto his wrists and I begin to form the words in my head, "she made me out to be a fool again-- in front of everyone, my younger siblings, the good God in heaven, our housecats..." I heave, finally opening my wet eyelids. I frown deeper when I see his expression, the curve of his brows and lips.

"Aemond, I told you, I-"

He silences me with a kiss. It is firm but quick, and the moment he pulls away, he looks down on me with the same expression, "you're quite annoying when you're like this."

I am taken aback my his words. I scoff, "when I'm what?"

"When you think you're above being helped."

The annoyance on my face fades.

He lifts his head, as if in challenge, "you think I do not worry about the darkness in me that's corrupting you?"

"But that's diff-"

"How is that different?"

I knit my brows at his sardonic look and I grunt, "because I love you."

He chuckles, brushing my hair behind my ear, "you wound me deeply, lover," he presses a kiss on my forehead, "do I not show you enough that my feelings are mutual, if not more?"

I try to push back when he pulls me into his chest, just so I could look at him when I say, "You know I did not mean-"

"Yet it's what it means," Aemond dismisses, locking me in his arms until I have no choice but to relax against him. He releases a sigh, kissing the crown of my head, "good girl."

I begin to snake my own arms around his torso, feeling lulled at the sound of his heartbeat against my ear.

Aemond leans his cheek against my head and rubs circles on my back, "now that my adoration for you has been brought to question," he leans back to take my face in his hands again, "it is only right I recount all the ways my heart bleeds for you."

I am powerless against him when his lips press against mine. No amount of better judgement could have repelled me from kissing him so eagerly. Even as he shifts in his spot, pushing me against the shelves, sealing me against him, I do not squeak any form of protest.

It is only when his hands expertly grab at my skirts and handle my thighs that I finally gain some semblance of reason. I press my palms on his chest, half-heartedly pushing him off so I could moan his name in protest.

He mistakes this as praise as he bends and pulls me onto him, securing my legs around his hips. I hiss at the friction in my core and pull away from our kiss, "Aemond, please."

His lips quirk, "so restless," he pecks my lips then trails down to my neck, "I'm getting there, my dear."

My hands dart to his shoulders. I do try to push him off but he is too eagerly working on my skin than I decide it would be better to dig my fingers into his nape and tug at his roots.

He moans against me, hips grinding me harder into the shelf.

"Aemond," I whine, breathlessly.

"Shhh," he kiss my lips, laughing darkly, "someone could hear."

All at once, the haze in my mind is lifted. By the time Aemond secures me against the shelf, I glare down at the scumbag, "that's what I've been trying to t-"

One of his hand flies to my mouth and my core is absolutely titillated by the vibrations of his chuckles as he rubs against me.

"Don't test me," he whispers against my ear, "you know I love the pretty sounds you make." The remaining hand on my thigh makes its way to my center. I screw my eyes when I feel his fingers rub against me. Aemond chuckles again, "be a good girl or I'll make sure you have no choice but to scream."

When he pulls his hand away from me, he props me down on the floor. I look up at him and gulp at his hot gaze as he undoes his pants. I lick my lips and watch him as he does so, readying my skirt back up, making him chuckle.

Once he is free, I don't manage to do much as he carries me back into our previous position and hastily sheathes himself in my burning heat.

He does a better job at concealing his groans. I however have to bite down on his shoulder to shut myself up.

"Good girl," he praises, positioning his hands on my thighs again, squeezing the flesh tightly.

My hands claw up to his shoulders as I pull my head back to allow myself to heave heavily.

He takes this as his cue to begin his ministrations. When he does, my arms latch around him and I bite my lip for dear life. I bottle in the whines I would have screamed out had we been in his chambers. In exchange, however, so I don't slip into madness, I rip at his blonde roots and bite at his earlobe.

He sucks in a deep breath, repositioning me against the surface so to get a better angle.

I cannot help but mewl against his ear when he begins to move so deliciously into me. I choke back whines, opting to bite down on his neck to keep myself mute.

He growls when I suck on his skin, pulling away. He looks down at me and warns with both his voice and his hips, "play fair."

I barely have my eyes open when I retort, "you feel so good." I make the mistake of not closing my mouth after, which is why my moans ride up and down with this thrust.

"Fuck," Aemond mutters, covering my mouth with his in an attempt to shut me up. He nips at my lower lip, thinking it would make me close it, but I only end up moaning louder.

He quickly pulls away and slaps a hand back on my lips. He does not even scold me upon seeing how I was coming undone against him. His lips tug into a smirk as he roughens his actions, my moans threatening to spill from his palm.

"So pretty against me," he croons, as if he wasn't absolutely destroying me right this moment, "so loud and wanton, and all for me."

My pulse begins to quicken. My breath behinds to lose me.

Aemond watches me as I open my eyes. He releases me and I crumble against his shoulder, biting down again at his shoulder.

Aemond is so wondrously controlled that his brutal actions were barely audible, even with how he was fucking me against the ancient shelves.

"Say my name," he commands.

Obviously, I don't, cause I wont' say it, I'd scream.

He still urges me though, and snaps his hips harder in that instant, "say my name against my ear so you will not forget again who loves you so, who makes you feel so good like this."

I hold back a whine. It takes everything in me not to be loud. I mutter under hot breath, "Aemond."

He growls, pace reaching a plateau at the speed his is in, "again."

The squeeze he gives my thighs make it impossible for me not to squeak. Still, I do my best to do his bidding, "Aemond."

And as if that was the secret code to pleasure, I clench around him and moan out his name one last time, a lot louder than anyone else in the vicinity would have enjoyed.

Aemond doesn't find it in himself to care as he chases his own high and subsequently spills into me as I shake against him in pure relief. The feel of him coming into me leaves me reeling.

He lets us ride the feeling up until he is too sloppy and spent to move at all.

I drag my lips over to his and pepper him with kisses as I repeat his name over and over and over again.

He leans into me, repeating the praise but with my own name instead. His hands finally release my thighs, only so he could gently put me down and bring his hands to my back.

I whine in protest, unwilling to unravel my legs against him.

He chuckles at that, and cannot bring himself to deny me of his touch. Aemond pulls me back in, making me squeak and he throws me up in his grip to readjust me on him.

He kisses both sides of my cheek before muttering, "you did well, my love."

I wrap my arms tighter against him as I release a breath, "only because you did me well."

"Mm," he smiles, planting a kiss on my lips.

"My prince!"

My heart leaps into my mouth.

The sound draws nearer, "Prince Aemond!"

As much as I don't want to, I shuffle against him. He looks down at me with a raised brow as he suppresses my motions. I whine, looking up at him, "Aemond," I whisper-yell, "he's going to-"

"My prince!" the voice yells, "are you h-"

"I swear to you," Aemond growls so loudly that I cower at its intensity, "if you so take a step closer here, I will have both your eyes and feel you to Vhagar."

I slap his shoulder, releasing a whine.

"What?" he turns to me with a pount, "you wanted this."

Innocence

Summary: A debt is owed and payment is due, but it will be on Aemond’s terms.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Friends to lovers. Inexperienced reader. Virgin reader. Mentions of virginity loss. Semi-public. Fingering.

A/N: Can be read as part 2 of Inexperience, but also as a stand-alone. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1.8k

“I don’t wish to be here.”

“Well, you must.”

“Can I leave?”

Your father’s eyes landed on you in a silent warning.

King Viserys and his feasts. They would bore you to death and, more recently, frighten you as your father was in search of a suitor for you.

Your scowl soon vanished once you spotted Aemond standing close by, hands behind his back and as observant as ever.

It didn’t take look before his eye met yours.

He had much more self-control than you as you were not able to hold back a faint smile.

A smile that your father noticed right away. “Do not spend the entire evening next to the prince.”

“Why not?”

“He scares off potential suitors.”

Good.

You feigned ignorance. “Why is that?”

He was in no mood to entertain your antics as your walked past countless rows of people in the courtyard.

“I do not wish for rumours to spread,” he whispered. “You are be presentable and approachable tonight.”

His remark left a sour taste in your mouth. “May I go and greet prince Aemond, then? It would be rude of me not to, father.”

The older man tensed up, but nodded.

You crossed the courtyard in haste, blood already boiling in your veins, and as soon as you reached Aemond he was able to realise something was off.

“What’s the matter?”

You said nothing.

“Your father.”

It wasn’t a question.

Decided not to spend the rest of your time with Aemond looking and acting miserable, you bowed your head ever so lightly.

He returned the gesture, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Let us get away from here. Please,” you added that last word in your best effort to let him know how desperate you were.

Aemond glanced around. “I think I know a place.”

You grinned widely, the thrill of defying your father rushing through your entire body.

Aemond’s feet broke into a rapid stride in front of you, but close enough not to lose you in the crowds that swarmed around you.

As you walked up the familar steps that led to a cupboard, your heart started beating faster.

“I haven’t been here in so long.”

Aemond chuckled and offered you his hand, seeing that you were already far away from prying eyes.

He pushed the wooden door open effortlessly, pulling you inside before slamming it shut once again.

Your stomach rolled in excitement as you remembered the many times you two had found refuge in this cupboard, hiding away from the angry servants that had just been robbed of delicious food.

Before you could adjust your eyes to the sudden darkness, you felt Aemond pressing your back up against the wooden panels.

“Sagon lyka.”

Be quiet.

The two words in High Valyrian that you had picked up every sinxe you were a child as the two of you sneaked around the long halls of the Red Keep.

You could hear footsteps outside with voices drawing near.

Aemond placed one finger to his lips, silencing your giggles.

Suddenly, it felt too intimate.

But then again, these last few days with Aemond had become a blur.

You craved him more than ever before, wishing you could touch him once again. Wishing you could have all of his undivided attention on you.

“You owe a debt, Aemond Targaryen,” you said in a whisper.

His eye narrowed. “Do I, now?”

“Yes,” you nodded, gazing at his beautiful lips. “I wish to know how you’d pleasure me.”

Silence.

Had you gone too far?

Had you assumed he’d be willing to touch you the same way you had touched him a few nights ago?

He clicked his tongue after a while, eye dropping to your own lips. “Are you demanding payment?”

“Yes.”

Loud voices filled your ears and you bit your lip, offering him the most innocent stare you could muster.

“I last saw her with Prince Aemond,” a man said. “They seem rather close.”

There was no malice or implication in his voice and, from the way Queen Alicent chuckled, you could tell she shared the sentiment.

“They grew up together,” she said lovingly. “A complete nightmare to the kitchen servants.”

Your father chuckled. “Ah, yes. They would disappear for hours on end, carrying pastries and food.”

And yet he was too blind to see who it was you truly craved and yearned for.

Aemond’s eye met yours and you held back a grin as his hands traveled up your arms.

The voices faded momentarily as your heart thumping louder once you realised his intentions.

Before you could fully brace yourself, Aemond bent his head and pressed his lips against yours.

Warmth filled your stomach and you were certain your heart had skipped several beats.

Unsure of what to do with your hands, you settled with wrapping one arm around his neck, deepening the tender kiss while grasping the handle of his dagger for added support, the fear of tumbling down from the sudden intimacy overwhelming your senses.

The two of you had once shared stolen food from the Red Keep’s kitchen and now shared kisses.

Aemond parted his lips first and you followed suit, welcoming his guidance. The first moan came from you as you felt his tongue on yours.

He brought both hands to frame your face, thumbs gently rubbing across your cheeks.

You could no longer make out to whom each voice belonged.

“… in need of a suitor.”

Aemond pressed your back further into the wooden panel.

Someone laughed. “She would do well with my son.”

You moaned into his kiss as one of his hands gripped your thigh through your dresse, lifting your leg to rest around his waist.

“A proper young lady, no doubts.”

Aemond snickered at such remark, parting his lips from yours.

You felt your lips swollen and moist, but above all that, you felt the throbbing between your legs. Your dress had slid back, exposing your skin to his eager touch.

“Such a proper lady, aren’t you?” he teased in a velvety voice.

A sudden gasp tore through your throat as one hand slipped inside your undergarments.

You had never had a man touch you like this before. Inexperience rendered you immobile and you had to bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a moan once his fingers delved in between your folds.

“Oh…”

Aemond pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips as he dragged the pads along your swollen clit.

“Do you hear that?” he whispered.

“Hear what?”

Your question was answered by the wet sounds erupting from the way he rubbed his fingers along your folds and entrance.

“So eager…” he praised. “Untouched and unbroken.”

Aemond would use his words like no other. His eloquence was praised across the realm and you were able to witness it firsthand.

He slipped one finger inside you without a warning.

“Do you ever touch yourself?”

The arm around his neck tightened and your hips rolled into his touch, one finger buried knuckle-deep inside you.

“Answer me.”

You pressed your face against his chest. “Yes…”

He started moving the finger out and back in again, the heel of his hand digging into your clit.

“Who do you think of when you do it?”

You squeezed around his finger. Hard.

“Me?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

Aemond groaned and you reckoned you might combust from that glorious sound alone.

“Can you take another one?”

You… didn’t know…

Pleasuring yourself was not something you’d often indulge in. You had tried one finger before, imagining it to be Aemond’s, but never quite living up to the expectation as his were much longer.

He probed the entrance with a second finger, teasing your tightness.

“I would not break your maidenhead,” he promised, pressing another kiss to the top of your head and caressing your thigh with his other hand. “Your future husband would not approve of it.”

He was taunting you… deep down, you knew he was aware of the hold he had on you.

“Aemond…” you moaned deliberately, hoping your voice would be incentive enough.

“Say it again.”

This time, you lifted your head from his chest to gaze at him, pleading eyes making his lips part.

“Aemond… please…”

A second finger stretched through your barrier, to join the other already inside. You were soaked enough to accompany him without the risk of going too far, yet you felt stuffed like never before.

Aeomond Targaryen’s uncovered eye never left yours as he struggled to go as deep as possible.

“You’re so tight… too tight…” he said, his breath already coming out erratically. “Your husband will be so fortunate.”

A sudden jab of irritation amidst the pleasure made you frown at him.

You wished he’d take you as his wife.

But he was taken.

And soon you would be, too.

He was promised to marry a Baratheon girl and you already despised her.

She would never understand Aemond like you did.

Your head dropped to his chest once more, but this time to conceal the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes from both pain and pleasure.

“Take me…” you pleaded, even though you knew he was too honourable to succumb to such invitation.

He would never take you.

As expected, he did not reply at first, focusing on fucking you with his fingers.

Only when you repeated those words did he speak, “Do not say such things.”

“I would let you take me,” you reinforced your position, bringing your hips to a slow roll down his fingers. “You know me like no other.”

Aemond grunted, the hand holding your leg up digging into you. “You would offer me your maidenhead?”

Why was he surprised? You would do that and much more.

“Yes…” you said as seductively as your inexperience allowed you. “I would take your cock…”

This time, Aemond shoved you into the wooden wall and you nearly hit your head as you lifted your chin to stare at him.

He looked tense.

The sort of tension one shows when trying to restrain themselves. You were familiar with it. Yours stemmed from your feeling for Aemond.

Where did his come from, then?

“My cock?”

You nodded, drawing your lower lip out in a pout.

Aemond clenched his jaw.

“It would not fit…” you gasped in between moans as your walls fluttered around him.

He let out a shaky breath. “It would.”

You could tell your words had stroked his male ego effectively from the way he curled his fingers deep inside you, squelching sounds filling your ears.

“It would hurt.”

Aemond brought his face to your shoulder, letting out a groan. “It would.”

And yet you’d still offer yourself freely to him, for the line between pain and pleasure would be worth crossing if it meant you could be bound to him so intimately.

Your grasp on the handle of his dagger tightened as despair took over you.

He was proving himself to be an exceptional lover, but you still needed more and you needed him to understand it.

“Another one… Aemond…. please…” you nearly cried out in frustration, bucking into his hand. “Please…”

Aemond’s free hand came to grip your jaw, sealing your lips with his, swallowing your pleas. You had to lift your leg higher to maintain the current position and prevent him from slipping away.

By the time you managed to break the kiss, you felt the pad of a third finger circling your entrance.

He craved it.

You could feel it.

“Please…” you said, once again rolling your hils to his as his hand dropped to support your leg.

It was evident that he was struggling with himself. For the briefest moment Aemond stood still, pausing his ministrations. You tried your best to urge him on by clenching hard around the two digits, but his self-control was commendable.

“I would not take you like this,” he finally whispered, thumb pressed to your clit drawing a need moan from you. “Not with my fingers…”

Your hand dropped from his dagger to his clothed cock and when you pressed your palm against it, the most enticing and lust-filled growl made its way past his lips.

“Your father ought to know how much of a danger your are,” he whispered, breathing moans into your ear. “That you’re willing to give yourself to me.”

Truth be told, you could not bring yourself to care about whatever thoughts your father had of you should he find out prince Aemond Targaryen had his fingers buried deep within you and was toying with the prospect of deflowering you.

Just as you were about to undo his pants, the voices outside the cupboard were distinguishable once more, momentarily breaking the immersion.

“I have not see your daughter in a long while,” the lord said to your father. “My son would court her if he could only find her.”

“I am certain she would welcome his advances, my lord,” your father answered, but you could hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

And so could he.

“It is odd that she would vanish, considering she is in need of a suitor,” the old man said disdainfully. “Is she still intact?”

Your eyes widened slightly, meeting Aemond’s.

The young prince did not seem affected in the slightest.

In fact, the way his lips curled into a cunning smile told you he was, at the very least, thoroughly enjoying the current predicament.

He dragged both fingers out, slamming them back in with no warning.

“It seems he’s unaware that such matter is irrelevant.”

Your face was twisted in a mix of pleasure and confusion.

Aemond caught on to that and brought his lips to your ear. “His son’s cock would not be able tear your maidenhead,” Aemond mocked viciously. “But mine would,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust.

Gods…

Your eyes fluttered shut at the promise of having the last shred of innocence being taken from you at his hands.

Before you knew it, you had allowed your moans to reach a higher pitch, earning the attention of those outside.

“What was that sound?” your father’s voice was heard.

Aemond rapidly clasped his hand over your mouth, effectively silencing your bliss.

“Must be cats. Mating season, I reckon,” another man said dismissively.

It wasn’t far for the truth at all.

If only Aemond would give into your pleas and finally take you.

He snapped you out of your thoughts by pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I apologise, but I need your release now.”

Your walls immediately clenched and you groaned into the palm of his hand as more wetness spilled from you once he sped up.

Apologising for wanting your release ranked up high with the likes of apologising for crowning someone a king, or apologising for finally bringing to life the countless dreams of pleasure you had had over the years.

You were too close already. Beads of sweat dripped down your face as the effort to keep quiet began to take a toll on you.

The stimulation that came from both his fingers and heel of his hand was enough to have your legs quiver as your release build up with each thrust.

He dropped his hand from your mouth to grab his dagger.

Your eye widened as he brought it to your lips. “Bite on this. I need my hand free.”

“Why?” you asked before parting your lips and holding the handle with your teeth.

Aemond didn’t reply.

He didn’t have to.

The answer came in a tidal wave of pleasure that washed over you as he fucked you relentlessly, forcing your teeth to sink into the leather that was wrapped around the blade, strangling your cries.

Your mind went blank as your eyes snapped wide-open, the contractions from your released squeezing him rhythmically and uncontrollably.

Aemond hushed you with a kiss to your temple, waiting for you to finish riding out your high. “Good… good…”

Tears streamed down your face from the sudden release of pressure and you knew you’d collapse had it not been for the iron grip he had on your leg, holding you in place.

“Stop clenching…” he pressed another kiss. “Let go of my fingers…”

Your walls were wrapped so tightly around him, it took a while from the tension to vanish, allowing him to properly slide out of you.

Before your hazy eyes he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them and sucking gently.

You were about to speak when he silenced you with a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

He broke the kiss as you both gasped for air. “Now you owe me one.”

Despair

Summary: Aemond craved you to the point of despair.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Masturbation. Aemond’s POV. Breeding kink.

Word count: 800

Keep readingAemond should have more resilience.

He wished his body and mind would agree on this much.

He wished he had the will to rein in his lust for you.

He wished he could have all of you.

Instead, he was left to handle this nuisance on his own.

Aemond heaved a deep sigh as he wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock.

Fucking his hand would never come close to how he envisioned fucking you.

Even as he tightened the grip around him as a reminder of how tight you were, it wasn’t enough.

You were too tight.

He had relished his fingers inside your several times to know you’d fit his cock perfectly.

The mere memory of having your walls clenching around his fingers — as he uttered profanities in your ear in some dark corridor of the Red Keep — was enough for a deep moan to leave his parted lips.

The need to be fully inside him consumed him day and night.

As the first droplets of precum pooled at the tip, Aemond knew his body was starting to respond to that need.

He could be patient and wait for you to be ready to take him.

It would require skill and no less amount of time to have your pussy dripping for him.

Droplets of precum rolled down his cock, coating his fingers and knuckles as he pumped himself slower, yearning to know how it’d feel to slide inside you for the first time.

“Fuck…”

His hips rose from the bed so he could gently push his cock deeper into his grip, the image of you on top of him nearly overtaking his senses.

There was no denying nothing else had such a hold on him. He couldn’t wait to be be buried inside you, filling you with his seed. He’d give it all to you. Every last drop.

He’d have you full to the brim with him so Gods helped him.

The strokes quickened and wet sounds soon echoed through the room, gradually bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

It didn’t take much to get his release these days.

Not when the pent up despair and lust for you had reached dangerously high levels.

Aemond slumped into his bed, focused on having his hand glide along his cock in blinding delight.

“Prince Aemond?”

He snapped his eye open at once, freezing in place.

Another light knock on the door.

His torment was suddenly on the other side.

You.

“Prince Aemond,” your sweet voice tried once again. “We are about to break fast.”

He would have melted from the innocence that coated your voice had it not been for his cock demanding his attention.

“Prince Aemond?”

Aemond contemplated letting you inside to witness his thirst for you, but he was too close to hold back.

He simply would burst at the mere sight of you.

As such, his hand resumed a steady pace, further bringing him closer to the edge.

He just needed your voice for now.

Trying to control his ragged breaths and moans, he finally spoke, “What is it?”

“We are about to break fast,” you said, your voice was as honey to his ears, unknowingly urging him to go faster. “Are you coming?”

The unfortunate choice of words drove him to bring the back of his hand to his lips, sinking his teeth into the skin.

He was so close.

Too close.

“Is everything alright, my prince?”

Gods.

You were so fucking sweet.

Not able to hold back any longer, Aemond set a final rhythm with his slender fingers gripping his cock tighter than ever.

“Yes…” Aemond moaned through gritted teeth.

“So you’re coming?”

“Yes!” he grunted lowly.

Aemond felt the familiar licks of bliss wash over his entire body in a sudden heat wave as your voice guided him through it. His hips stilled violently and he felt the first streaks of warm cum coat his exposed lower abdomen, some even reaching his hardened nipples.

His breath came out in shallow pants and he dropped his hand to the side as the other milked the last drops of his release.

All of it going to waste, unfortunately. You would have looked glorious with his cum dripping from your face, breasts, belly…

Or better yet…

Having it neatly stuffed inside you in the hopes he’d get to see you swell with his child.

i present to you the best piece of media i've consumed all week

Take a Seat

Summary: You tell Aemond you can´t stand him. He invites you to take a seat.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Face riding. Oral sex. Aemond is a tease. Aemond's nose is amazing. Masturbation. Aemond’s POV.

Word count: 1.3k

“Aemond!”

Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedchambers.

The young prince reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.

“Aemond!”

There it was.

A wave of satisfaction rippled along his entire body as anticipation gradually built up.

“Where are my clothes?” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathing room. “Your sister awaits me! I will be late.”

Truth be told, Aemond dreaded having to part ways with you this early in the morning. Selfishness might be an overstatement.

He preferred to see it as a need.

The need to have you around and all to himself.

To consume all of you.

So, he decided to hide your clothes and bath towel while you were readying yourself for another day at court.

Quite a dull a fair, in his opinion.

He could deliver so much more to you than a day of walking around behind his sister and tending to her needs.

What about his needs?

And yours?

His antics proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favour in the end.

The dragon always comes out victorious.

As soon as your burst into the room, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Aemond felt a rush of blood flooding downwards in a subtle tingling sensation.

“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I will be late!”

Aemond merely shrugged, grateful that his ever growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.

He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one hand, his reflexes sharp as ever.

“You are so… infuriating!” you sighed in exasperation.

A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin had become one of his favourite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.

But then something else crossed his mind.

Oh… you were probably going to flip at this.

But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.

“I’m feeling feverish,” he started. “There’s this pain….”

And just as he had predicted, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.

You sat naked on the edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand to his forehead.

“Where does it hurt?”

Aemond lifted the bedsheets, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”

You immediately scowled at how shameless he was.

“I was seriously worried!”

And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had your leg swing over his body with such refined skill you were left sitting on his bare torso at lightning speed.

You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Aemond! I’m going to be late!”

He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only served to further ignite his desire for you.

“Your sister awaits me near the gates of King’s Landing,” you huffed in annoyance. “We are going for a walk today.”

“I’ll fly you there on Vhagar if I have to,” he said casually, rubbing both thumbs along your pulse points. “I am sure my sister can do without you for a while, my lady.”

Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he wasn’t willing to let go of you just yet.

“I cannot stand you!” you growled menacingly.

What a blatant lie.

All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to have him crawl for you.

You were aware of your hold on him. If you really wanted to, you’d be able to bend him to your will.

He’d do everything and anything for you.

“Say that again.”

Your eyed narrowed with renowned defiance. “I cannot stand you.”

“Then sit on my face.”

Your eyes then widened in surprise. “What?”

Aemond wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he decided against it. He wanted to make sure you were fully committed to him.

“Let me taste you,” he insisted, his cock throbbing lightly.

You faltered briefly as you clenched your thighs around him. “You’re so…”

“So what, my lady?”

Aemond then let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.

“Infuriating.”

“I’ll take that as compliment,” he said and with one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.

“I… I am going to be late…”

Aemond was a patient man, but his patience was wearing thin. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”

You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid his pillow to the side so that he could be the perfect seat for you. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.

Aemond wouldn’t mind parting ways with life with the sight of your inviting pussy as his last memory.

What a glorious way to go.

He nearly letting out a groan and a sigh of relief rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him.

Instinctively, he brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside you.

Delicious.

“Oh…”

You were so fucking endearing. The fact that you were still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few strokes of his skillful tongue did wonders to his ego.

Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he had no intention of doing so.

Aemond was well aware of how to increase the pleasure he delivered to you.

He knew you would quiver from feeling his nose pressing into your swollen clit.

The moment he did so, his hands had to grip your thighs harder to keep you in place from all the shuddering.

An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to feel the pulse from your throbbing clit on his nose.

Truthfully, he simply could never get tired of how your body responded to him so eagerly.

His hips to shot up reflexively as his cock twitched from the need to be buried inside you.

“Aemond… not … not the—”

Your words faded and turned into a pleasurable moan as soon as his tongue went deeper, forcing his nose to press into you harder than before.

Aemond was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart and the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.

He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your whimpers. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the sheet on top, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever growing.

But he had would have you reach your peak on his face rather than his around his cock.

The way his nose rubbed your clit caused your hips to buck and jerk from the stimulation, forcing his other hand to increase his grip even more on you to keep you in place as you were riding his face.

“Oh… oh… Aemond…”

You were done for.

And so was he.

He wrapped his fingers around his leaking and needy cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Aemond… my prince… please…”

Aemond had no need of your words of approval or praise or bliss. He could feel your pleasure and that was all he needed.

Showing was far more saturated than telling.

The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.

He was too close.

Almost embarrassingly so.

He was aware that pumping his own cock drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand.

Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver erratically as he ran his tongue along the sensitive clit.

With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, shaking violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.

“Good… so good…” you cried out too lost in your own pleasure as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.

Not long after, he felt your legs begin spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch as he brought his nose to tease your swollen bud, tongue still lodged between your soaked folds.

And that was precisely what pushed him over the edge.

The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely and Aemond reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls.

No words in High Valyrian or any other tongue could do justice to the intense pleasure that took over him.

A few strands of hot liquid ran down his fingers, but he paid no mind to the mess. His own heart pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a guttural growl ripped through his throat through gritted teeth.

You slid off to the side, allowing his deep groans to echo around the bedchamber.

Aemond’d endurance was something he took pride in, but a powerful release was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw and nose with a few drops running down his face.

“I still cannot stand you…” you struggled to say in between pants.

He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking his eye with your hazy ones. “Are you challenging me to bring you to your peak once more?”

“I am already late,” you protested, struggling to slide out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your strained leg muscles.

Aemond couldn’t help but to chuckle as you tried your best to keep your balance.

“I will carry you to Vhagar and fly you there,” he offered. “I doubt you’ll be able to walk regardless.”

It was in moments like these that Aemond was thankful to his fast reflexes as his hand prevented yet another pillow from reaching his face.