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hey babes, should I do a part 2 to withheld desire?
if so, my ask box is open for any ideas.
Please could I request aegon and aemond both falling in love with their childhood friend who’s a princess and has her own dragon 💙💙
That Girl || Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Reader Pairing: Romantic!Aegon x reader, Romantic!Aemond x reader Warnings: comments on the body, perv Aegon as always A/N: sorry this is so short, i'm unmotivated, but would this be good as a series? You had grown up alongside Aemond and Aegon, being the twin sister to Jacaerys. Though you never let that stop you from being there for Aemond and Aegon, you spent most of your time with them. So when you arrived at Kingslanding on dragonback alongside your family, you bounded towards the two boys, who gladly accepted your clumsy embraces. "Gods I've missed you two," You mumble, completely forgetting to inform them that you had claimed Seasmoke, the pale dragon perched behind you. Aemond seems to be the only one who cares, looking back at the dragon hesitantly. "Looks like you've grown considerably," Aegon says with a grin that made Aemond jab him with his elbow, though Aemond couldn't deny that you had grown into your body, thats for sure.
You held yourself in a certain manner now, one that shows you had grown. You walked away and greeted Helaena, and Aegon whispers to his brother, "May the best man win," Aegon smirks, and Aemond lets a small smile come onto his face, "Trust me, I will." He replies snarkily, and offers to walk with you in the gardens.
Please make a series for aemond x reader and aegon x reader based on the request you got earlier :)
i think i’m going to!
here is the link for the fic, tell me if i should
That Girl
need more requests guys! i’ve got nothing.
I don’t write for jace or luke but everyone else i do
Can you write Aegon (or Aemond, I can't decide) x reader and one bed trope? 😊😊
One Bed? | Aegon & Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary: Only one bed, whatever will the three of you do?
Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, Aegon is a perv, Aemonds a subtle perv
A/N: I’m back, random little burst of inspiration came over me
You had no clue how you ended up here. Venturing through the streets with your two best friends, Aegon and Aemond. It was night, yet you hadnt found what you were looking for.
Checking into a Tavern for the night, you found yourself at the door of the only available room. Yet the owner neglected to mention the lack of beds, except for one double bed.
Aegon smirked, "Looks like you've got to sleep with me, sweetheart." He grins, and you make a fake gag.
"Aemonds here too, y'know." You reply snarkily, and Aegon grins further.
"He can sleep on the floor.” Aegon chuckles, and Aemond looks at him,
“If anyone’s sleeping on the floor it’s you.” Aemond snaps in return, causing Aegon to sneer at him.
“We can all fit, I can squish.” Aleria says, discarding herself of her shoes, and dress, to which she swapped into a night dress behind a curtain for changing.
Aegon and Aemond gape at the slight shadow of your nude body, and Aegon let’s put a quiet whistle, Aemond hitting him with his elbow.
The two follow suit, getting into their nightclothes, Aemond offering you his coat to sleep in due to the cold weather.
You gladly accepted it, and the three of you managed to just fit in the bed.
The two boys were squished up against you, not that you could deny the way that made you feel.
Throughout the night, it got harder to ignore the lingering touches on your body when you’d shift positions, Aemonds hand on your inner thigh and Aegons arm under your neck.
Aegon let his hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered, much to the two brothers amusement. You were in Aemonds coat, there was no way you were cold.
Aemonds slender hand traced shapes on your inner thigh, and Aegon began pressing kisses to your neck.
You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your heart was racing, and finally, Aegon broke the silence.
“Touch her, brother.” Aegons voice comes out, “She wants it, don’t you, little one?” Aegons voice was low, deep with lust and desire.
“I.. I do.” You whispered, and Aemond wasted no time in sitting up, forcefully parting your legs to which you moan.
Aegon chuckles, standing from the bed to give them more space, Aemond then lifted the night gown, and you wriggled out of your underwear to help him.
“Do you think our sweet girl can take a finger?” Aemond asks Aegon, and Aegon shrugs.
“Let’s find out.” Aegon suggests, and you nod. Aemonds finger goes expertly to rub at your clit, and your hips jolt up into his finger.
“So pathetic,” Aemond tsks, and you whine, he attacks his nub with his tongue, and your hands go to his silver hair, gripping it with force.
Aegon hums in pleasure, and you notice he’s stroking himself. You let out a deep breath at the sight, and he moves closer, stroking your hair to prepare you as Aemond sticks a finger in.
“Fuck!” You exclaim, and Aegon shushes you.
“My love, as much as I’d love to hear you scream, we can do that later.” Aegon speaks gently, and you nod. Aegon kisses you to muffle your noises.
Your thighs wrap around Aemonds neck as his finger rubs the rough patch in your cunt, your spot. He has you mewling into Aegons mouth, a submissive mess.
Aemond pulls away and so does Aegon, you cry out in disappointment.
Aemond pulls out his cock, it’s fully hard, and it’s long, dripping with precum, his tip is a light purple from arousal, veins look to be pulsing.
“This is gonna hurt,” Aemond speaks, and you nod.
“I can handle it.” You speak confidently.
“Good girl” Aemonds tantalising voice came as he slowly inched into you. The feeling was painful, it was a burning sensation as you were stretched, and you grit your teeth as he rested.
“Taking him so good,” Aegon speaks, still stroking his thick cock, angled over your chest.
The pain subsides after a few moments, and you’re consumed by your desire.
“Move, please Aem.” You beg, and he does that, erratically thrusting into you at an upward angle, his cock grazing your spot in a mind numbing sensation.
Your moans are muffled by your hand, and Aegon places your other around his cock, and you learn from him, gripping it as he wished and stroking, learning from what he was doing earlier, and his reactions.
Your pussy was throbbing, and cheeks flushed, Aemond angled your legs over his shoulders, and the assault on your pussy made you insatiable, bucking against him.
“ ‘M close!” You squeak, and Aemonds quick to speed up.
“You’re so tight around me,” He grunts, and you let out a long, erotic moan as your release comes closer.
All it takes is one extra hard thrust from Aemond for your eyes to be rolling back, walls clenching around him and a deep moan coming from your chest.
Aegon moaned along with you, the sight of you cumming was too much, and his seed was spilled all over your chest,
Aemond, however, emptied his seed inside you, placing your legs down and letting out a loud groan as he leaned over your body, a few weak thrusts as he pulled out.
“How was that, little one?” Aemond asks as he strokes your hair, and you smile.
“Too good,” You shakily say, your legs twitching from your orgasm.
Aegon, being the degenerate he is, uses your nightgown to clean the cum from your chest and you gasp,
“Aeg! I was going to sleep in that.” You pout, and Aemond looks at him, humour and confusion in his eyes.
“You can sleep naked, you can’t be shy now.” Aegon speaks with humour and you groan.
The two boys crawled into bed, both sticking to your side. They pulled the blanket over all of you and Aegon fell asleep with his head in the crook of your neck, and Aemond fell asleep with his arm around your stomach, holding you close.
WIP GAME (tagged by @eddiemadmunson <3)
• Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it...
That Girl. - Aemond/Aegon x Reader (series)
Aemonds girl - Aemond x Reader (main) Jace x reader (side)
Keeping Up with the Targaryens - series Aemond/Aegon x reader
i have so little at the moment, but these are my current WIPS not counting requests.
tagging: @valeskafics
WIP
Thanks for the tag, @river9noble <3
WIP GAME
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
I love it. This is such a cool idea, and being asked about it is a motivating manner to start new stories! By alphabetical order, I currently have:
- Angel shoulder verse [Jaysteph & Riddlebat]
- Blood and Chocolate [Scriddler & teenager!Stephanie]
- Cute Valentine [Riddlebat]
- Detective Ed x Batman
- Draft [character study]
- Iron Riddle - next [Edward & Tony Stark]
- Kiddo Steph
- Mermaid [Riddlebat]
- Orphan Superman [Clark & Edward]
- Peculiar Children [Riddlebat & batkids]
- Peter Pan [Riddlebat & batkids]
- Roguekids [villains & batkids]
- Split [Scriddler & teenager!Stephanie]
- Stephanie in Riddleland
- Teen Riddlebat
- Wayne Side Story [Jaysteph & Riddlebat]
- Wayward Sisters [Stephanie & Enigma & Edward]
Notes:
- I decide not to include my current novels in progress which already have posted chapters and WILL (eventually) be updated on AO3… soon? maybe? XD. Thus these are strictly stories not started yet… even if some have been heavily implied during former fics already ;)
- Everything I write contains Edward Nygma no matter what. It’s the rule number 1. Then it very often contains Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd (out of 17, 14 of the stories above give them a share of the spotlight), plus Bruce Wayne. And Jonathan Crane hanging out never far behind ;)
- Ask me anything, I’d love to give you an insight / answer a question or see what you guessed from just a draft title ^^
Edit: alright, the rules said titles only… but I just returned to this post to add between [-] the main ship / main dynamics in the story when the titles are very unclear, because I feel like that might influence your choice if you want to ask me about one of these WIPs. Enjoy!
If they want to share their drafts as well, I’ll tag some writers I love: @tobithetobi @reine-du-sourire @sigma-time-lord @local-roro @susspirria @korereapers
And anyone who’d like to give it a try :)
MASTERLIST
hey, i’m sav. i write for the asoiaf universe.
be wary, most of these are smut! i write for...
aemond
aegon
daemon
helaena
rhaenyra
alicent
Aemond Targaryen
One bed?
there is only one bed, and three of them.
Withheld Desire
aemond x best friend reader bang at a party
I’ve got my eye on you
Aegon drags reader to a party and she catches Aemonds eye.
That girl
aemond and aegon meet their childhood friend for the first time in a while, and she’s grown.
Knight in shining armour
aemond catches reader when she falls.
Wicked Game
aemond has an infatuation with aegons wife, and she returns his affections.
Forget Honor | 2 |
aegon and aemond both forget their honour when it comes to their girl.
Sweet Thing | 2 |
aemond delves into his deepest desire, to be needed, thus, he find a sugar baby.
Compensation
Your husbands brother takes over.
Aegon Targaryen
Fantasies
jace doesn’t meet readers needs, but Aegon does.
Caught
reader knew aegon was risky, but not this risky.
One bed
there is only one bed, and three of them.
That girl
aemond and aegon meet their childhood friend for the first time in a while, and she’s grown.
Best Friends Brother
in which aegon teaches innocent Helaenas best friend how to kiss.
Forget Honor | 2 |
aegon and aemond both forget their honour when it comes to their girl.
Daemon Targaryen
You in my helm
daemon sure does love seeing the reader in his helm.
NSFW
i know we all know that aemond loves eating pussy but i think aegon loves eating ass?
thoughts?
best friends brother | aegon targaryen
warnings: corruption
summary: you don’t know how to kiss, luckily, your best friends brother is more than happy to teach you.
a/n: dedicated to @eddiemadmunson
You had no clue what you were doing. A boy in your class had asked you out, one that you’d had a crush on for a while. But there was a slight problem.
He was experienced, meanwhile you knew absolutely nothing. Not where to put your hands, or what to say afterwards, or even just how to fucking kiss.
“You’re gonna be fine! It’ll come to you in the moment,” Helaena spoke, the two of you sat in her room, playing with her tarantula.
“No it won’t! I’ve never done anything like this,” You said begrudgingly with a groan. You’d been googling what to do, and it all said the same thing. ‘You’ll figure it out as you go!’ and other cringey inspirational shit.
You didn’t want to figure it out then, you wanted to be prepared. You wanted to know what to do in the moment, and how to do it.
Sleeping over at Helaenas was always calm, and fun. She falls asleep pretty early though, leaving you to your own devices. You tip toed through the hallways of the Targaryen mansion, which you'd gotten lost in more than a few times. Who the fuck needs this many rooms? you thought with a giggle.
You sat yourself on the kitchen island with a glass of water, phone in hand. You still scrolled through the google results on how to kiss, groaning at every click bait article. You were losing hope, and you considered cancelling the date altogether.
Unaware of Aegons approaching form into the kitchen, you were furiously tapping on your phone when he spoke.
"Hey," His smooth voice echoed through the otherwise silent kitchen, you jumped in fear, causing your phone to fall from your hands. "Fuck!" You squeaked, and he laughed loudly, picking up your phone.
You looked over his appearance, he was shirtless and his silver hair was a mess, in the hottest way ever. He had on grey sweatpants, and many thoughts went through your head. He spoke again, and you realised he had your phone in his hand.
"How to kiss?" Aegon spoke in his cocky tone, and you immediately reached for your phone. "I'm researching for a friend!" You tried exucsing yourself, your voice high pitched. He held your phone above his head, so you couldnt reach.
"Sure, sure." He begins, "You seriously dont know how to kiss?" He laughs at you, and your shoulder slump. "Yes, I dont know how to kiss. Now give me my phone!" You demand, hand outstretched.
He hesitantly placed the phone into your palm, a cocky smirk on his face. "I can teach you, love." His voice speaks, and it comes out smooth like honey, causing heat to flow through your body, which you just now notice is scantily clad in a small while crop top, and plaid pyjama pants.
"I.. I think I'd like that." You reply after a hot minute, looking down at the floor. His hand moves to your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
"Come with me," He speaks again, giving you little to no time to process whats happening before hes stalking down the halls. You follow him eagerly, almost stumbling over your steps as he leads you down the endlessly winding halls, and into his room.
Its simple, not too messy, band posters splayed onto the walls, desk messy with papers and a wall of aged alcohol, definitely not surprising. you think with an internal giggle.
Aegon sits on his bed, leaning on his headboard with a mischevious face. "Where would you like to start?" He asks you, and you look to him nervously.
"Thats my problem.. I dont know how to start, or like... anything." You awkwardly laugh, and his eyes soften for a moment.
"Cmere, little one." He coos, and you hop onto his bed, facing him. "So, why the sudden interest in kissing?" He questions, and you sigh.
"This dude I've liked, for ages now, asked me out... and I realised I have almost zero experience."
"Well, I certainly can help with that," Aegons voice drops an octave, running a veiny hand through his silver hair. You realise you really like the look of his hands, and just seeing them sends a shockwave of arousal through your body.
"Just let me take care of you, little one," Aegons deep voice purrs, his hands go to your hips, lifting you swiftly onto his lap, revelling in the noise of surprise you emit from those oh so pretty lips. Lips that havent been kissed.
Oh how he was going to ruin you. You wouldnt be going on that date once he was finished with you. "A-Aeg.." You whisper, faces close together. "Can I try something?" You ask, and he nods, "Of course, beautiful." He replies, and your dainty hand goes to the side of his face, and you urge his head closer to yours.
Softly, you press your lips to his. Its small, like a ghost had kissed him. "Cmon, you can do better than that," Aegon snides, and you roll your eyes.
"I'm not sure just how." You speak, and he grins, eyes flitting from your lips to your eyes. "I'll guide you," He says, and you lean in, kissing him again.
Aegon doesn't let you pull away, it's more passionate, and much longer. His hand gently rests within your hair. Moaning into his mouth, you deepen the kiss.
Aegon, being ever the tease, pulls away. "See, that was perfect, now try getting a bit more into it. Let your hands explore, and get lost in the kiss." He suggests, completely for his own needs.
He needs to taint you, to make you forget about that stupid boy. He could never treat you like Aegon could, and he needs to make you know that.
So he launches his lips onto yours, and the air around has changed, changed to something you're not exactly familiar with when it comes to another person. Lust.
Your hands explore his bare chest, taking his advice. One hand leaves his chest, going to his hair and knotting your hand within it. He chuckles into the kiss,
"Such a needy girl," He murmurs as he pulls away. You blush wildly, moving from his lap and standing up.
"I'm gonna go back to Helaenas room.. thank you." You rushingly speak,
"Come to me for anything, princess." Aegon says as you leave. You don't sleep well that night. Aegon plagues your thoughts, the intimate moment you just shared ringing through your mind, setting it alight like wildfire.
You dont think you're going to that date anymore.
Helaena and you are sat at breakfast, an admittedly late one. Sitting at the table, talking about everything and nothing.
Aegon, is in the kitchen pouring himself a vodka orange juice when Helaena speaks.
“Did you manage a breakthrough about your little date?” She teases, picking at her eggs half heartedly.
“Yeah. Don’t think I’m gonna go.” You say, eyes on your plate. Helaena giggles at your stubbornness, yet she doesn’t know the real reason you decided against going.
Her brother, who you notice is looking at you with a smug smirk on his face, chucking you a wink as he walks back to his room.
fin.
wicked game | aemond targaryen
pairing: aemond targaryen x fem reader, background aegon targaryen x fem reader
warnings: masturbation, perv aem, reader is aegons wife, suggestive
a/n: this was very rushed, and not proof read.
Aemond knew what you were doing. Giving him those calculating looks, ones that drifted over him. And then there were the more seductive ones, ones that made his cock harden in his pants.
God, you were perfect, but untouchable. Aegons, you were Aegons wife, perhaps that’s what made it fun.
Aegon who took everything from him, and Aemond, who took the attention of his dear lady wife.
Aemond knew what you wanted, and you knew what he wanted. Eachother, so badly. So badly, he began using the secret passageways to peek into your room, one you shared with Aegon.
Aegon pounded into you, with little to no rhythm. He gave you no pleasure, and Aemond was sure of that, your moans were fake, and your own hand was circling your clit.
You deserved better, to be fucked mercilessly with pleasure. Aemond focused on you through the peephole, undoing his trousers and fucking into his own hand.
His painfully hard dick was throbbing, leaking as he watched you squirm in pleasure from your own movements on your clit.
You were getting close, all to the thanks of your own hand. If that was Aemond, he’d be bedding you the right way, rutting into your hot cunt into all the right places, his thumb rubbing against that needy little bud.
The thought alone almost makes him cum, but he wants to cum with you.
Your head is thrown back, moaning. If only Aegon knew it wasn’t for him. Your finish was approaching.
Aegon came, collapsing next to you without a care for your pleasure, but you kept going. and with your increase of speed, Aemonds did too. His cock was throbbing in his hand, begging for release.
And just then, you came. You moaned loudly, “Aemond…!” and in that moment, Aemond couldn’t believe his ears, and his cock spurted hot cum in thick lines onto his hand.
Aemond panted, pulling his eye back from the peephole, only to hear Aegons amused chuckle.
“Again? Perhaps we ought to organise for Aemond to use you, I’m sure he’d enjoy that tight cunt of yours.” Aegon spoke, and Aemond could hear if, and his heart pounded.
So that wasn’t the first time you’d came to him? And Aegon wanted him to fuck you?
One thing was certain, and if Aegon searched for him, he intended to be found, if only a second inside you.
sweet thing | aemond targaryen
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: sex club au, vulgar language, no slur yet;)
A/N: should be a series. i need requests guys, ask box got randomly cleared :)
When you first started working at the exclusive sex club, the Red Keep, you did it because you needed the money. But over time, you found yourself enjoying the job. Pretty outfits and drinks paid for, you were pretty much a sugar baby.
It was extremely hard to get into, only people of status were allowed in. You had seen many a famous people, important political figures, and most if not all of them have thrown bills at your feet.
You found it empowering. You were a dancer there, only limited touches allowed when it came to you. Nothing too explicit, being as you weren’t one of your more physically involved co workers.
Your division was to put on a show, draw the men in. And that you did,
The neon lights shined over your figure, illuminating you in a purpley pink colour. You found that cliche, and a bit annoying when it came to dancing.
Dressed in a black babydoll tonight, you worked the pole elegantly, as if it was an extension of you. Your eyes fluttered to the crowd, seeing a few of your regulars. You smiled at them, most of them were kind men.
Your eyes met a familiar person to you, someone you’d seen on the news, and in cheesy tabloid articles.
Aemond Fucking Targaryen.
He certainly held an aura of importance, that almost made you stutter on one of your moves. You regained composure, and continued focusing on your dance. Luckily enough, the song was coming to an end.
Your body seductively became one with the pole, intertwining with it smoothly. The song came to an end and you let go of the pole, doing an exaggerated bow to the crowd, showing your cleavage. It was your little signature, something you did at the end of every dance.
A bouncer walked you off the stage, and you decided to mingle. You felt eyes on you, and you shook off the feeling. You’re a stripper, people are going to look at you.
A regular paid for a lap dance from you, to which you happily abided.
“Hey Jason, how’s it going love?” You spoke fondly, and he rambled about his day to which you’d add in a little comment here and there as you straddled him and swung your hips.
Jason was a tad bit obnoxious, always loved to talk about himself. You didn’t mind that, he could be a lot worse.
You moved seductively, making sure your boobs were bouncing and ass looked perfect. You made sure he was getting a good view of you as you danced, and then you felt it again.
The eyes on you. You looked around, trying to find the source of them. But your attention was torn away as Jason’s hands landed on your hips and began gliding up your sides. You move them back down to your hips, but he doesn’t give up, attempting to move them back to your top half.
“Jason, you know you’re not allowed to touch.” You say sternly, and he shakes his head. “With what I pay for you, I can do what I want.” He says, and your mouth drops. He had never treated you like that, nor had he spoke of you like some object.
His hands harshly grabbed at your breasts and you winced, pushing away from him and getting a distance away.
“Jason, do you think your wife would be appreciative to learn that you’re here, manhandling a woman?” A deep voice spoke from beside you, and you jumped.
You turned your head as fast as light, and saw him. Aemond Targaryen, standing next to you, threatening the man who groped you. Jason gulped, obviously drunken.
“Aemond, we were just having a little bit of fun.” Jason’s shaky voice came out, and you looked over the club and did a come hither motion to a bouncer, who immediately comes to your side, escorting Jason out, no questions asked.
Aemond turns to you, eyes flittering over your figure, and settling at your eyes.
“Jason frequently has issues such as that in establishments like these.” His voice comes out painfully neutral, and you think about how his phrasing meant he also frequents places like these.
“Well then, nice to meet you.” You stutter, putting your hand out for him to grab. His hand is large in comparison to yours as it wraps around it.
“It’s nice to meet you aswell.” Aemond begins, taking a breath and letting go of your hand. You look up at him with curious eyes that affect him more than he is willing to admit.
“What services do you offer?” He asks, and you smile. “I offer lap dances, private dances, in a room where you can be more physical with me.” You speak softly, and lean to whisper.
“I also am a sugar baby, though that is not connected to this establishment.” Your voice comes out a shaky whisper, and Aemond nods.
That’s exactly what he needed to hear.
“I’ll pay for a private room with you, so we can discuss what we can do for eachother, hmm?” Aemond says, already flipping open his leather wallet. His domineering aura made you feel as if you had no control, and that feeling made your pussy wetter than it should’ve.
He hands you the bills, plus a rather large tip which you widen your eyes at the sight of. You nod and make an effort to appear unphased. “Follow me then,”
You take Aemond to a free room, which had bright red LED lights. You sit on the couch, and he does the same.
“What services would you like me to provide?” You ask sweetly, trailing the rough leather couch with your finger to ease your nerves.
“I’d like you to be my sugar baby. I’ll provide you with anything you should need, and you’ll be my arm candy for events.” Aemond speaks bluntly, and you gulp. You’d been a sugar baby before, but not for someone of his stature.
Managing to build the courage to reply, you say “I’d be delighted, sir.”
“Call me Aemond, sweet thing.” he replies, stretching his arms out on the backrest of the couch.
forget honour | aemond and aegon
masterlist
Summary: The two silver haired princes claim you, from the moment they saw you.
Warnings: Smut, fingering, making out, drunk, no PIV but it’s implied. throuple vibes. no y/n used, we ain’t do this here
Pairings: Aegon x f!reader, Aemond x f!teader
You don’t know how you got here, with these boys.
One night, you were helping Aegon return to his room after he had stumbled into the courtyards late at night, drunken and ill.
And one day, you had stumbled into Aemond yourself while trying to use a sword all too heavy, and he had helped you find one more suited to your tastes.
Now, you were seeing both of them everywhere.
Aemond routinely accompanied you in the library whenever you went, would train you while getting a little too close and walking you through the gardens.
Aegon, he didn’t find excuses for his attachment. Simply barging into your chambers at an unbecoming time of night, taking his place near your side. He would often dismiss your handmaidens in the mornings, insisting he help dress you instead.
You did not mind the attention one bit. And eventually, it got more heated. You remember it well.
Sitting in the library, Aemond was by your side. He held a book in his hand, but he much preferred to read you, your body language, your words. He didn’t bother to hide it, his hand landed on your thigh.
The two of you had the library to yourselves at such a time at night. Asides from the guards at the door, who dare not interrupt the one eyed prince. His thumb stroked the fabric of your dress, applying the perfect amount of pressure to send teasing strikes of euphoria through your veins.
Aemond enjoyed the look you spared him from the very side of your eye. Though this was not enough for him to falter. He moved his hand to your knee, where he clutches the fabric of your dress, looking into your eyes with his one, asking for approval.
Your mind screams ‘No.’ but your body takes the lead, and you nod. His hand quickly disappeared under your skirt, pushing your small clothes out of the way just a little bit. You gasp, muffling it with your hand. He parts your moist folds, feeling around for the little bud. Every movement of his agile finger makes you squirm, swearing under your breath.
Your hands holding your book quiver, and you struggle to hold it, even with both hands. His thumb moves to circle your clitoris with just the perfect amount of force, meanwhile his index parts your folds once more. You sharply intake your breath as it pushes into your hole.
You almost cry out as he finds the rough patch within your walls, you buck against his finger, and he learns you like it when he makes a come hither motion. He’s learning you, and it might just be his favourite thing ever.
It’s not long before your orgasm builds up, and Aemond can feel it. His thumb using your juices to smoothen his attack on your clit, while his index still worked expertly inside you. Letting out smaller little whimpers, whispering for him to never stop as if he is all of the gods at once.
You come undone with a crash, gripping your book to the point where it’s indented into your palms, and knuckles have paled. Your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.
Just the memory leaves you reeling, breath picking up. And then there’s Aegon, who had surprisingly enough made little to no attempt at laying with you, though close enough.
Aegon’s tongue tastes of wine as it mixes with yours. The two of you had indulged while in the gardens, leaving both sides feeling risky as Aegon had you cornered against the wall of a secluded seating area deep within the gardens.
Your hand knots in his hair, tugging, with each tug a delicious whimper escapes from those swollen lips of his. His hands ferociously grope at your bodice, cupping your ass, running up your sides to rub at your modestly covered tits. Though you attempted to keep yourself ladylike, your chest pressed against the fabric of your dress, leaving you assets well on display, even when covered.
Aegon loved it, hands going back down at yiur ass to which he lifts you, and you wrap your legs around his hips. His hardening cock eagerly pressing against you.
Though the moment was far from long lived as a guards armour alerts you both to a new presence, and you pull away.
It was beautiful, how both the princes had taken such a liking to you. You had no doubt in your bones that they wanted you just as harshly as you wanted- no- needed them.
They both had made you feel things, and those things would never be forgotten. And that was certain as you looked to your side, the comforts of your furs paling in comparison to the two bare men before you, who had just fucked you raw, their silver hairs splaying out behind them, Aemond still managed to look elegant, so beautiful. Aegon, was adorable.
You were going to keep these boys, and they were going to keep you. You are theirs and they are yours.
hey my loves, my ask box keeps on emptying itself I think it’s a glitch but i’d love some requests to complete<3 I write for Aemond and Aegon at the moment.
sweet thing | aemond targaryen
chapter two \ negotiations.
A/N: heres part two my loves, thinking about maybe bringing aegon into some of their smutty fun once we get into the real thing.
You and Aemond had parted towards the end of your shift.
He left you with his number and a racing heart. Aemond Targaryen wanted you to be his sugar baby?
You couldn’t believe it, didn’t think it was real. Until he texted you.
You couldn’t believe it, didn’t think it was real. Until he texted you.
Aemond: I have a free day tomorrow. Would you prefer to meet in private to talk more about our arrangement?
The text sends your heart out of control. Fuck. You hadn’t expected him to be so open about it, but you responded anyway.
You: Hey. I’d love to. Where should I meet you?
You send with shaky hands, rubbing them on your pyjama pants to rid of any sweat.
Aemond: I’ll have someone come and collect you tomorrow, be ready by ten am.
You: Thank you, Aemond.
You send quickly, heart calming down as a time and place was set. Your phone beeps again, and you look down with confusion, thinking the conversation was over.
Aemond: Wear what I sent you, should be in your mailbox.
Your eyebrows furrow, and you don’t move just yet.
You: And how in living hell did you get my address?
You send, and bring your phone with you as you leave your apartment, going to where the floors mailboxes were. You see a medium sized white box, and take it back to your room.
Aemond: I have my ways, nothing stalkerish, maybe a little bit desperate.
Mmm, so he is capable of humour. You think with a smile. He sends another message, and your cheeks heat up, never had one of your clients wanted to keep up an actual conversation.
Aemond: If you try it on, do send me a photo, sweet thing. :)
You grin, turning off your phone and opening the box. It’s different from what he’s seen you in previously, a lacy ivory camisole, and a pair of matching shorts. The outfit looked comfortable and not overly sexual.
You slipped into the clothing with ease, seeing how well it fit your you figured he must’ve contacted your manager for your measurements.
Lifting your phone once more, you take a picture of the outfit in your mirror and send it to him.
You: sent an attachment.
You: It’s so perfect, I feel so pretty. Thank you Aemond.
You’re grinning as he begins typing.
Aemond: It’s my job to make you feel pretty now.
It makes your heart melt.
Before you know it, it’s the next day. You awake to find you’re not late for Aemonds meeting. So you shower, make yourself smell pretty, and get dressed.
You shave every inch of your body nervously, you don’t know what he likes or prefers, and you wish to please him.
No texts are exchanged until his Chauffeur arrives, sweeping you off to his apartment. The whole ride you were exchanging small talk with his chauffeur; you learn his name is Arryk and him and his twin brother have worked with Aemonds family for years.
Once you’re at the apartment complex, Arryk leads you up into the penthouse, and you shout Aemond a text.
You: Here.
You hear a phone ping in a nearby room and can only assume it’s Aemond, and you’re proved correct as he walks out rushedly, in a dress shirt and long pants. Arryk dismissed himself, and you and Aemond look at eachother for a few seconds, unsure of what to say.
"It looks even more perfect in person," Aemond says, looking you up and down without shame. He gently takes you hand, leading you to his living room, which is extremely spacious and clean. So Simplistic, must be a rich people thing. You think, taking a seat on the couch.
He follows your lead, sitting on the sofa facing you. "I believe we have much to talk about," Aemond smirks at you, and slides over a document. "Oh, an NDA. Alright." You realise, smiling softly as you take a pen and sign it. Aemond cocks his head curiously, but decides its a bit too early to ask.
"So, Aemond, what would this agreement entail?" You ask, gesturing between the two of you, and he takes a breath.
"I'd basically like you to be my arm candy. Business dinners and trips, most public appearances. Ill pay for everything, dresses, plane tickets, living expenses, whatever you need." He speaks gently, without any mistakes, reiterating what he told you last night, but in more detail
On the inside, you're doing a little happy dance. But on the outside, you give him a honeyed smile and nod.
"That sounds perfect, and I must tell you something before we continue," You speak, gulping down your fear as your knee bobs nervously.
"Go on, we are to be partners, you can trust me." Aemond keeps his face mostly stoic, but his voice is twinged with warmth.
"I don't have sex for money, if it happens naturally, it happens." You manage to get out, your face goes entirely red. You're so nervous for his response your blood pulses so much that you can hear it in your ears.
"I agree. I was just about to mention that. You will not be pressured for photos nor anything of that sort." He agrees, eyes going over you once again in a way that made you beg yourself not to get horny.
Though he was showing you the bare minimum, part of you wanted to jump his bones just because of it. "Though... I'm not saying I'd be against it." You smile playfully as you speak. Aemond clears his throat,
"Oh trust me, I'm the furthest thing from against it aswell." Aemond speaks. He looks at you, trying to remain respectful, but seeing you dressed in an outfit he chose and bought, awoke something primal in him.
The tension between the two of you grew, until it was sliced open by another silver haired man walking through the door. Oh gods. You thought, mentally face palming as you notice just who it is.
Aegon Targaryen. Aemond plasters another smile on his face, one much more forced.
"Oh beloved brother, weren't going to introduce me to your new girl?" Aegon pouts at the two of you, leaning against the wall of the living room as he tosses his keys on the coffee table.
"Didn't exactly plan on it, no." Aemond rolls his eyes. "I'm sure you know Aegon," He speaks again, and you nod. "N-Nice to meet you." You stutter, which was uncharacteristic of you.
"Awh, she's a shy one." Aegon coos, his devilish smirk littering his angelic features. What is with this family and its super genes? You think again.
"Aegon, leave us alone," Aemond groans, shooing him off to which he raises his hands in a false surrender and retreats to a seperate room.
So they live together.
You're doomed, arent you?
PLEASE a second part of forgotten honor with a threesome where all of the attention is on the reader and they lightly argue about who gets to do what to her. Possessive vibes but everyone gets along just fine in the end
forget honour | aemond and aegon
chapter two. warnings: smut, obvi, ass eating, oral, f/m receiving, pnv smut, slight somnophilia, possessiveness.
You loved mornings like this.
You awoke to the feeling of light kisses being placed on your thighs and neck. Blinking the sleep from your eyes you realise whats happening. Aegon is kissing at your neck, and Aemond kissing all around you excluding where you need it most.
"Good morning, my love.." Aegon hums as he sucks bruises into your throat. "Very good morning indeed," Aemond says, always trying to subtly one up his brother.
Still fresh from sleep, you can only manage a strangled moan, which turns into an almost-scream when Aemonds tongue connects with your clit.
"How come you always get to taste her pussy, brother?" Aegon pouts, and you run your hands through his hair. "Because I get here firsyt." Aemond speaks triumphantly, sending vibrations of pleasure through you, causing your hand to grip Aegons hair tighter.
Aemond smiles, looking up at Aegon. "Want a taste?" He asks his brother, who returns his grin, moving to Aemonds spot.
"Not quite.." Aegons voice comes out deviously, and he flips you over. You gasp, and Aemond moves to your side to comfort you. "Its gonna feel good, I promise, sweetling." He coos. Aegon then pushes his tongue between your ass cheeks, licking at the puckered hole animalistically. You screech in pleasure, gripping at the blankets and grinding against them.
"See? Told you.." Aemond speaks, running his fingers softly up and down your back as Aegon continues his attack on your ass with his tongue that has you squirming and panting.
"Now.. Aegon.. I believe its my turn to fuck her tight cunt." Aemond says, his smile widening as Aegon stops licking at your ass, making you whine.
"Who says?" Aegon protests, and Aemond huffs his chest.
"You had her all of last night, while I was with the small council brother. I'm fucking her whether you like it or not." Aemond demands, and Aegon frowns. "Can I atleast fuck her pretty little throat?" He asks, and Aemond nods. "Cant deny you that, my little whore's thraot is so skillful," Aemond smiles, flipping you over and standing between your thighs as Aegon positions himself over you.
"Our little whore, you mean, brother." Aegon chastises with a suck of his teeth as you take his cock in your mouth eagerly, he moans. You're trying to shut him up, thats for sure.
"Keep thinking that," Aemond says, and rubs at your clit as he pushes his long and thick cock into your pussy. The stretch is so delicious, it causes you to lurch forward a little, taking Aegons cock further inn your mouth.
"G'nna fuck your throat, princess." Aegon moans, moving his hand to the back of your head and directing it in bobs, fucking it as he pleased. The sound of his moans make your pussy clench, and Aemond groans, fucking you harder.
Aemonds cock reaches your cervix, nuzzling it in a way that isn't painful, but too euphoric for you to handle. You buck your hips against his cock, forcing him in further. You're being completely manhandled as Aemond grabs your hips and fucks you roughly, using you as a sex toy, whereas Aegon has a tight grip on your hair as he penetrates your throat.
You're moaning and whimpering loudly around Aegons cock, a sign that you"re already getting close.
"Fuck, sweet one, gonna make me cum so quick," Aegon protests, but that only urges you on further, sucking him harder and using your tongue to caress him during his hard thrusts. Tears rise to your eyes as you get closer.
Aemond is hunched over your lower half, his beautifully flushed face framed by his messy yet still perfect hair as he pounds into you unrelentlessly. He's squinting his eyes shut, and it seems you're all somewhat close.
The sight of both the boys has you almost cumming on the spot. Aemonds lets out these groans and growls as he mutters praises and Aegons whimpering. Aegon spills his seed deep in your throat and pulls out. You swallow it, and the feeling has you spasming over Aemonds cock as your orgasm rolls through you.
Aegon places his hand over your mouth to muffle your noises, though theyre still fairly audible as you cum, his cock still hard. Your tightness then sends Aemond over the edge, and he spills into you with one last moan.
The three of you lay down beside eachother, coated in sweat, unwilling to get under the furs as you all regain your breath. Aegon is cuddled into your side, meanwhile your head is on Aemonds chest.
You love these boys, and the things they make you feel.
Compensation | Aemond Targaryen
masterlist
Summary: Your husbands brother takes over.
Warnings: Smut, dub-con??, reader doesnt know its Aemond, cheating, fingering, oral f!receiving, valyrian (translated), fun times!
Pairings: Aemond x f!reader, Aegon x f!reader (not rlly lol)
AN: sorry for disappearing, thought I'd give you guys a little sumn to rectify it.
You do not know how you got here. You felt as if the marriage between you and Aegon had gone stale. He had returned to his ways of whoring- you were certain of it. But you didn’t have the heart to confront him, how could you? His sweet and dutiful wife, he would surely strike you where you stand.
Yet as the morning air circulated through the chambers you and Aegon shared, there was a warm tongue lapping at your aching core. In your drowsy state, your hand gripped the cold sheets beside you, unable to process that if Aegon were there, the sheets would’ve been warm.
Too lost in the throes of pleasure to realise the hair in between your nimble fingers was not curly. Head falling back against the pillow, a thick and throaty moan spilled from your lips. Oh, it had been so long since your body had felt pleasure. You were beginning to forget how it felt.
His tongue trailed from your aching hole up to your clit, which twitches as the feeling of release builds up within your belly. God, had it been so long that you were going to peak as fast? Or is Aegon just more skilful nowadays? You did not get the chance to think any further, his tongue stiffening to attack your clitoris with a newfound pressure, slowly licking it, as if to prohibit your release.
Your teeth bite at the skin of your bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut as a desperate moan escape once your teeth relent. Tears begin forming, the pleasure hurling to you at an intensity you swear was ungodly.
“Oh, fuck!” Your voice comes out ragged, immediately following it a slow whine, with that whine, the stress of the last month left with it. The peak sent electricity up your spine, washing over you extraordinarily, your head feeling fuzzy and euphoric as your husbands’ tongue continues its assault on your clit, until he knows you are well and truly finished.
“Did your husband not teach you its unladylike to swear?” A voice came, and your heartbeat impossibly fast as your body pulled away, sitting up against your headboard, away from the warm body.
“Aemond?” A hum elicited from his mouth, the same mouth that had just engorged your pussy as if it was his last meal. “Aegon told me that he wasn’t going to bother pleasing you anymore,” Aemond spoke sternly, now moving up so you could see his face, the barely still lit candle illuminating the detailing on his eyepatch, and the scar that peaked from above it.
“So, I didn’t think he would mind if I did the job for him,” he added, and you could not deny how your pussy pulsed once more, a new wetness gathering in between your thighs. “A-Aemond.” You began, but he cut you off once more. “And by the sounds of it, I did the job better than he did.”
“You don’t know that.” You sputtered, and he gave you an incredulous look.
“Oh, ñuha doru-borto riña. ao gīmigon bona nyke kostilus ao sȳrkta than ziry mirre gōntan.” Aemonds rough voice that was somehow so smooth at the same time cut through the air like ice. Yet it was not in your mother tongue, you understood it all the same. ‘Stupid girl... you know that I please you better than he ever did.’
Your mouth dried out. “Aemond.” Your voice a warning, to both him and to yourself, why did him speaking Valyrian have to make your cunt flutter so?
“Tepagon isse, byka mēre.” Give in, little one. Aemond leant over your body, which was pressed against the headboard, his eyes dart down to your lips, which a red, on the border of bleeding from earlier. His tongue darts out to wet his own lips, and the sight makes your body weaken, alongside your resolve. “Tepagon isse,” give in.
Your wide, conflicted eyes bore into his one remaining lilac eye, which seemed to know your thoughts, your very being. You let yourself be distracted by his face- even for just a second. Yet that lead to your lips being pressed harshly against his, hand wrapping into the silver gold hair that you admired so much even before tonight. His hand moved and groped at your tits, while your free one moved to his trousers, unlacing them with little to no struggle.
Aemond sat up on his knees, letting you work on the laces, meanwhile he stripped himself of the leather cloak on his shoulders and the shirt gone with it.
“Please, take me before I change my mind.” You mutter, ridding him of the trousers as he pulled them from his legs. “Ask politely, in Valyrian.” His voice was nothing short of a demand, and you decided to swallow your pride, just this once.
“Gūrogon nyke, kostilus.” Take me, please. Your stumbly voice came out, unsure of your pronunciation still, but its good enough for him. His long and slender finger made its way to trace your slit, pushing its way into your pussy, ensuring its wet enough for him.
Once he decided it was, he began stroking his cock leisurely. It was long, unlike Aegon’s. Aemonds tip was a pink that contrasted the pale skin of his shaft, which looked strained, veins visible. Your mouth watered at the sight, your hand replacing his as you jerked him, leading him towards your entrance as you did so, pushing the tip of him in.
You slowly slid so he got further inside, your head falling back on the pillow, the pleasure laced pain was almost too much for you already. Aemonds hair fell by the sides of his face, as he waits for the nod you give him, and he begins thrusting. His one visible eye is hooded with pleasure as he snaps his hips tentatively. With each movement, he hit the spot inside of you that made your moans become slowly more shameless, the sight of him in pleasure gave you an immeasurable amount back.
“Qogralbar nyke alike iā live.” Fuck me alike a whore. The words are all the confirmation Aemond needs to lose control, his thrusts growing quicker and more forceful, his large hand moving to grab your throat, kissing you as he pounded you. Your moans emptied into his mouth, one of your hands going downwards to circle your clit, determined to reach your release.
He pulls back, putting both his hands on the headboard, the abrupt movements of his hips getting faster, his cheeks flushed and mouth ajar he groans softly. Your moans become more wanton as you get closer to your peak, and he is approaching his too.
“Māzigon lēda nyke.” Come with me. He didn’t have to say it twice as you tumbled over into your release, your nails scraping up his back with a long, drawn-out moan followed by whimpered swears. He came with you, his weight coming down on you but not fully as his thrusts slowed, his warm spend nestling itself within your womb.
As the minutes after your orgasm continued, you wandered what to do next, the only thoughts plaguing your mind were your good brother, and how he was infinitely a better lay than your husband.
sleeping beauty | aemond targaryen
warnings: somno, intense breath play, piv, pet names (bunny), aem superiority complex, non con, degredation, ooc,
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader
summary: Aemond decides he wants to experience you while you sleep.
a/n: need sum1 to call me bunny irl
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Aemond knows it’s wrong to take you while you sleep. But he knows you wouldn’t put up a fight if he were to decide to violate that boundary. He knows you’d play the dutiful wife, your body his to indulge in whenever he so pleased.
Aemond considered asking while you were awake, to have sex with him. But he wanted to try something new.
As you slept, he watched. His eyes attending to your breathing, waiting for it to slow. He’d deem when you were just deep enough into your slumber. That’s when he’d make his move, luckily, in his favour, you were wearing a lightweight shift to bed. He thanked the gods for making the night warn, otherwise you’d not have been vulnerable to his advances.
Aemond’s eyes settled on your chest, your breath had evened out, and your mouth lightly agape. His hand makes his way from under the furs to your thigh, sliding it up until the fabric of your shift bunches under his tentative hands, hiking it above your hips, nothing hiding your cunt from him.
Goosebumps rose on your flesh even as you slept, your body unable to resist him even in sleep. His cock is already hard from the feel of your soft skin, and the inviting warmth between your legs. While moving as little as possible, he frees his cock from constraint, his hand snaking its way to your clitoris, making careful and calculated circles around it.
“Mmnnh.” The first noise from you, a muffled sound of pleasure, stirring gently. He continued with the movement of his hand, but drifts it lower towards your vagina. His finger is covered in your slick, ready to take him.
His length is thin, but long, making it all the easier to push into your plush, velvet walls. A groan escapes his throat and he bottoms out. You stir again, and he moves a hair from your face to behind your ear. He wants to watch your sleeping face as he defiles you.
Aemonds thrusts start carefully, he puts his face against your head, breathing in your scent while muffling any noise he emits. “My bunnies little cunt takes me so well, even while she’s asleep.” He mumbles, his thrusts quickening to a safe pace while not completely restraining himself. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer before you woke.
Your pussy quivers around him from time to time, causing him to grunt. Hes mumbling incoherently, scanning over the details of your face as he takes you. “Good bunny,” he coos, soothing your sleeping form, thrusts becoming rougher, more sharp. “Such- such a little whore.” He stutters, his hand going to wrap around your throat, his hand fitting so perfectly around it.
He squeezed, resting just how far he could go. He used your throat as leverage to fuck you harder. You open your eyes groggily, panting and confused. “Aemond?”
“Shut up and take it, bunny.” Aemond hisses into your ear, his grip on your throat tightening. You have no choice but to listen to him. His tip roughly meets your spot, causing you to grip the blankets.
His hand leaves your throat to push your head down into the pillow, flipping you onto your stomach, he angles his cock back to your entrance and pushes in once more, his thrusts mad, looking at your sleepy, confused, cock drunk face.
“Gonna fill you up,” he pants, forcing your head further against the pillow, “Cum for me bunny,” his breathy voice comes again. You squirm, letting out a yelp of sorts, and he begins to pound faster, sending you over the edge, tears from the sheer force of his thrusts rise to your eyes, letting out a strangled cry as you come apart, pussy pulsing and acting as a vice around him.
“Good bitch,” he seethes, rolling his hips a few times more before they stutter, filling you deep with his seed. You lay there, your brain fucked dumb. Aemond leaves the bed, fetching a towel to wipe you down briefly, getting into the bed again wordlessly rolling over. He falls asleep soon thereafter, and so do you.
“do something else” and he did alcoholism
(Aegon version)
Lady Ashford’s champions | Sansa Stark’s suitors (requestd by anonymous) read about this theory here and here
// Michael Marcus as Lyonel Baratheon, Joren Seldeslachts as Leo Tyrell, Bradley James as Tybolt Lannister, Jack Donelly as Humfrey Handyng, Edvin Endre as Harrold Hardyng, Joe Van Moyland as Valarr Targaryen and Jamie Campbell Bower as Aegon Targaryen //
NOTE: Joffrey is not a Baratheon in blood, but he is in name. I don’t think Aegon is Rhaegar and Elia’s son, but he will present himself as a Targaryen (and identify as one as well).