Aemond Literally Melts When You Touch Him.

Aemond literally melts when you touch him.

He is devoted to your caresses and your touch, no matter how small. A simple brush of your hands, a caress on his injured cheek, a loving kiss on his forehead, any token of affection, no matter how small, means the world to him.

He grew up deprived of that kind of affection, his mother being the only one who held him in her arms in an embrace, although aemond never felt them as true as yours.

There is something about you that gets him, something that compels him to stay in constant contact with you, even when you are in public and surrounded by people, his hand always lingers on some part of your body; holding your hand under the table, squeezing your thigh or caressing your lower back. Whatever makes him feel your warmth is enough.

In public try to be more reserved, not as demonstrative as when it's just the two of you in your bedroom.

Inside those four walls where it's just the two of you, aemond feels free. Free from that cold and disinterested facade he usually shows to his surroundings, free from that uncomfortable patch covering his injured eye, free from his title of prince.

In his bedroom, hugged tightly against your chest while his arms are wrapped around your waist, with your legs intertwined and your hands stroking his hair to relax him; in that exact moment, it's just him. He is not the one-eyed prince, he is not the king-killer, he is not that frightened boy who lived in the shadow of a dragon that did not exist. He was simply aemond.

Your aemond.

Your husband, that same man who shows himself indifferent and cold to everyone, is the same man who cuddles every night with you, who fills you with kisses and caresses, the one who melts every time you flatter him and whisper sweet words like a prayer, the one who every time you kiss his scar his eyes shine and he blushes.

That same man you could call your own, was totally different in the safety of your arms. He loved when your hands played in his hair making braids or just stroking it, when you unknowingly played with his hands, caressing every roughness caused by training or by Vhagar's reins, when you gently caressed his back to make him sleep peacefully or when he enjoyed a relaxing bath with you in his arms splashing soft kisses on your bare neck.

Aemond felt at home every time you were with him, by his side.

AAAAAAAAAA 😭💖

Are you falling in love?

I've the feeling you are…

always — you were injured, protecting osferth. he is there when you wake up. word count: 803 words tw: mentions of injury/wound, ambush, gn!reader a/n: i love him. i love him with all my heart, your honor.

You woke with a start, breath caught in the back of your throat. Pain rippled through your abdomen, muscles contracting as you moved.  

Sunlight trickled through the window, curtains pulled back to allow in the light—blankets pooled around your body, pillows underneath your head to prop you up.

You didn’t know where you were—it looked as though it was a holy place. Perhaps you were in the house of a nun—the holy scripture on the table and the crosses hanging on the walls were enough for you to speculate.

A man stirred from where he sat, body tense from the bench he found himself on. His eyes grew wide as he realized that you were finally awake. 

“Y/n?”

You blinked slowly, recognition hitting you immediately. 

“Osferth?”

He lunged forward, tightly hugging you. You groaned out in pain but hugged him back. The man trembled as he held you.

“I did… I did not know if you’d wake,” he said, pulling back to look down at you. “I was so scared...”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Osferth… what happened?”

“We were ambushed. Caught… caught off guard. Sihtric was hurt, but not as bad as you have been. He's been fine for a few days now,” he said. “You stood in the way. I should have been the one unconscious for days.”

You shifted uncomfortably, looking up at him. You had no recollection of what happened, but you knew you would do it again if it meant you could keep Osferth safe. You knew he was plenty capable, but it never once pushed the feeling away. You would rather be hurt time and time again than to ever see him injured (or worse).

The man leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Let me go and find the Abbess. She has been taking care of your wound.”

You gave a small nod, smiling softly at him. 

“Come back to me?"

“I will. Always.”

Sub!Ageon ii Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

Omg I spent so much more time on this than I expected to?? I kind of forgot people don’t usually do this entire template in one go but here we are, and I spared no expense in thinking through any one of these, I promise you. I started working through it a few days ago and just sat down decided that I’m finishing it all tonight. I didn’t anticipate how soft and sappy this would get at some points, so here is some very very good boy Aegon, enjoy!! 

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#what a diva

not to be nsfw (it's not i promise) but we all know how respectful and dutiful aemond could be, and what kind of era he's living in.

do you think he would've be feral at the sight of a woman's ankles? like- they're all dressed modestly and aemond isn't like aegon so he doesn't actively look for any sight of skin

but WHAT IF- he's people watching like he always does, sees sweet (y/n) parading around and he's already entranced by their beauty but that curtsey? how sturdy and low she bows to his mother? he can already feel his palms sweating

how modest she's dressed? not a sight of skin to let any lingering thoughs of sin creep into a man's head? oh you're making him dizzy

and when you dance and how your skirts lift up slightly and the skin of your ankles show? he's damn near about to pass out

bonus : aegon judging him from over his wine cup like "i took you to a brothel with naked women at every corner and an ANKLE is what turns you on?"

"you wouldn't understand."

"...larys strong would."