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My precious boy

{Aemond learns to love his son the hard way}

You can read part 1 here!💕

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They say you don’t truly love something until it’s gone, until the thought of never seeing them again is suddenly a possibility, Aemond woke up to an empty bed, and his heart dropped when you came bursting into your shared bedchambers.

The first thing he noticed was the tears that poured from your pained eyes, how shaken you were, and his mind spiralled with horrid thoughts as he immediately made his way towards you, taking your shaky body in his arms.

“What is it?— my love what happened?” He asks, as you gasp through sobs, you couldn’t speak, the words catching in your throat.

You shook your head frantically, hands grasping at your chest as you heave, “Aenys- my boy” you choke, a blocky feeling stifling your breaths as your trembling hands grasp at Aemonds shoulders.

His chest tightens at your broken sentence, and he wants to scream and demand answers but he sees the fear that swims within your eyes, so he takes a deep breath, “What happened?” He asks, his thumb wiping away your stray tears.

“He— he’s gone! He’s gone! I can’t find him Aemond— I can’t find him” You feel your knees buck underneath the weight of the situation, as your hands grasp around his arms trying to stabilise yourself.

He looks around at the room full of guards as he guides you to your shared bed, sitting you down before demanding they prepare for a search, he tells them no one is to eat unless his Son is found and they’re quick to leave the room, each one of them getting ready to look for the missing prince.

The sun is barely rising and already the entirety of the castle is awake, most were woken by your gut-wrenching screams and they’re quick to rush to see what the problem is.

“I will find him. If I have to burn Westeros to the ground I will find him” he tells you, although you can’t really comprehend his words, your mind fuzzy with panic, he can see the despair that hangs around you and it makes him feel hopeless.

Alicent walks into your bedchambers a hand against her chest, news travels fast in the castle, and by the look in her eyes you could tell she already knows what has happened, “My dear, we will find him” she says, hand on yours as you nod weakly.

She watches as her son frantically paces the expanse of the room, taking his sword with his brows knitted together in anger, Alicent walks over to him with a delicate hand on his shoulder, “Aemond, she needs you- stay with her” she says, and he can’t bare to look at your distressed eyes the fear that contorts your face, it hurts him too much.

“I can’t mother- she—“ he trails off, they both look over at you as you rock yourself gently, “I’m going to find him,” he says, with so much determination it leaves little room to doubt his words.

Hours upon hours have passed since this morning, and you haven’t eaten, the thought of it makes you feel queasy and your tears have subsided far too exhausted to bring yourself to cry anymore.

You walk around Aenys’ room, as you look at all of his paintings and books, and your heart shatters at the thought of never seeing him again, you’re so wrapped up with your own thoughts you don’t see your husband walk into the room.

It’s quiet in the room, a lot quieter than you’re used to, you look over at Aemond and you can see the tears that well up in his eye, “Have you eaten?” He asks, voice quiet and broken, he frowns as you shake your head with a small ‘no’, the sun is beginning to set.

“I can’t Aemond— I can’t- Please find my son” you sigh, gently holding one of his paintings, it’s of you and him, and you feel like you can’t breathe, Aemond looks down at the artwork, it’s breathtaking, and he can’t quite believe his boy, of seven, made that.

An overwhelming feeling of regret crashes against him, and he bends down to level with where you’re sitting, “I’m going to find him, my love, I promise you— I will find our son” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your hand reaches for his,

“He’s just a boy Aemond, he's so small he can’t protect himself— what if-“ He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, he can't even bare the thought.

“-Don’t, he’s smart,” he says, and your eyes look at his watching as he stands up, “Everyone is looking, my love and we won’t stop until he is found” he promises and you watch as he leaves the room with a solemn heart.

You spend the rest of the day beside Alicent as she tries her best to comfort you, her hand soothing your back as you both wait and wait for any news, the sun has set as you lose hope, and your mind hasn’t stopped reeling with horrifying thoughts.

Alicent asks for some food to be delivered to the room and you’re about to reject the offer yet again but Aemond comes rushing into the room, demanding for Maesters with Aenys in his arms, and you choke at the sight, gasping as you scramble to sit by your sons side as Aemond lays him on your bed.

“What happened?— Where was he? Is he going to be okay?” You panic watching as the Maesters quickly get to work.

“He was in the Dragon pit” Aemond sighs, catching his breath as he sits down beside you, his hand holding Aenys’ small one, as your fingers brush through his hair, you lean to press a kiss to his forehead focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest, and you cling onto the small amount of hope you have.

The moon hangs high casting its ominous light upon your shared bedchambers, and you watch Aemond light candles around the room as you still sit next to your youngest son.

“Rhaegar, pass me the cloth please my dear,” you ask watching as your oldest son of ten, as he wrings the cold water from the washcloth before handing it to you and you thank him softly before placing it on Aenys’ forehead.

“Will he be okay, Mother?” He whispers, looking down at his brother with saddened eyes and the sight makes Aemonds’ throat close up.

He walks over to you, looking down at his youngest son, “Yes, of course, he will, the blood of the dragon runs within him” he says, looking over at your exhausted face and it pains him deeply to see.

You nod with agreement, “He will be fine” you say, squeezing your husband's hand gently. He looks up at you with a gentle smile.

“Brella, get Rhaegar ready for bed and make sure he has eaten,” Aemond says, watching as the Maesters walk back into the room, and she nods curtly guiding him out the room after you kiss his cheek wishing him goodnight.

“Hold this under his nose, it should wake him,” Maester Orwyle says, gently handing you a small cup of crushed herbs the scent itches at the back of your throat, a second goes by and you watch, worry etched into your face, as your son stirs from his sleep, rubbing at his eyes.

And you sigh in relief as his eyes flutter open, gasping as you take your son in your arms crying with joy as you rock him gently, “Aenys, my precious boy, oh— my sweet sweet boy” you gasp, you pull away hands clasping either side of his face.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” You ask, studying his face, and he nods, mumbling about how his head is hurting just a little.

Aemond tells Maester Orwyle and he’s quick to prepare some tea. Your husband shuffles to sit next to you bringing you both into his arms, his head resting against Aenys’ and he’s never felt so thankful in his life, his boy is okay.

Aemond smiles as his son snuggles closer to you both, his tiny arms trying their best to wrap around you both, and you laugh at his attempt.

You pull away slightly, “I’ll get you some tea for your head,” you say smoothing down his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

You thank the Maesters' watching as they take their leave before walking over to the table and preparing the herbs for the tea, you feel Aemonds arms wrap around your waist as you turn to face him.

“Here let me do this, my love, you go eat something,” he says quietly, he can tell how tired you are, how exhaustion lingers in your eyes, and the last thing he wants is you burning yourself.

You nod, your thumb grazing over his cheek, “Thank you Aemond, thank you so much” you whisper leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he rests his forehead against yours, and you both go quiet. You hear small giggles as you look over back at the bed, and you both smile at the sight of your son, book in lap as he reads away.

Aemond smiles at the familiar cover, it’s one of his personal favourites, and he comes to slowly realise that perhaps there is more to bond over his son with and he makes a silent vow to you and Aenys to do better by you both.

That night the castle rested calmly knowing the missing prince was found, and you and Aemond both slept very happily with your son between you both, snuggled and safe.

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withheld desire | aemond targaryen

Ships: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aemond x Jeyne (mentioned) Warnings: smut, degredation, praise, underwear ripping, dominant aemond sub reader, friends to sex havers. A/N: First time uploading for a while, and first time uploading for HOTD, enjoy 18+ past the cut

You and Aemond were an anomaly, not that it mattered to anyone but the two of you.

Aegon was throwing a party, much to no one’s surprise. He alwaysthrows a party when Alicent goes out of town.  That left You and Aemond on the couch, taking shots together to forget your problems.

“Just look at Jeyne, fucking macking on the first man who looks her way.” Aemond grunts and you put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, the alcohol settling warmly in your stomach.

“C’mon, let’s make her jealous.” You suggest, standing up and extending your hand to your best friend, who takes it thankfully.

Aemond smashes his lips onto yours, in an attempt to make Jeyne jealous, but finds himself enjoying the feeling of you desperately rutting your hips against his. He presses you against the closest wall, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, your hand going to grasp his hair, emitting a moan into his mouth.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Aemond breathes out between kisses, and you nod, and eagerly lead him up to his room, locking the door behind you.

Aemond quickly gets back to work, roughly sitting you on his desk as his hands move in featherlike motions over your clothed pussy, and he groans. “So wet for me, and I haven’t done anything.” He chuckles, mocking you, and your hips jut against his fingers repetitively.

“Fuck me, please.” You moan, lips moving to his neck, where you leave a small hickey, and he sighs pleasurably,

“No, not yet. Gotta take care of my girl, hm?” He says, taking a seat in his desk chair and lowering it so he’s between your legs.  His hands easily snap the elastic of your underwear, leaving you bare to him. “Mmh!” You moan as the cold air meets your cunt, and you almost scream as Aemond presses his tongue to your most intimate part.

“Quiet, pet, or I’ll stop.” He threatens, head back in between your legs as he laps at your heat, putting a finger into your aching hole. “F-Fuck. Aem..” You whisper, hands knotting in his hair, and he slips a second finger in at your approval.

Aemonds fingers curl harshly against your g spot, his tongue still attacking your clit, and you feel your stomach heat up. “I’m close, please don’t stop.” You whimper, and he chuckles, sending vibrations throughout you, leaving you squirming.

Aemond speeds up the movements of his tongue and fingers, and you quickly come to your release with a muffled moan as Aemonds free hand goes to cover your mouth, you’re left twitching. “O-Oh fuck.” You whisper as he pulls away, standing up from his seat. “I’m not done with you.” Aemond whispers in your ear, and he makes work of undoing his pants quickly, jerking himself a few times before putting his tip into you. “Can I continue, pet?” He asks, and you nod eagerly.

Aemond pushes in slowly, and you feel yourself being stretched to the maximum. The pain burns for a few seconds, and he watches your face with care, making sure you’re okay. “Move, please.” Your whimpers come out, and usually, he would tease you. But tonight, he just wanted to fuck you.

Aemonds thrusts are rough, making ecstasy rise in your stomach each time his cock brushes your g spot.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me. You take me so well.” He moans into your ear, and you whine. Aemonds hand went skilfully to your throat, and you tipped your neck back to give him more room. The lack of oxygen left you more aroused than ever as he fucked you dumb.

“Don’t fucking stop,” You wheeze out, and he goes even rougher, “My pretty girl,” Aemond groans, and you tighten around him. “You like being praised hm?” He asks, and you manage a meek ‘Yes.’

“Such a good girl, all for me, your pussy feels so good around me, fucking cockslut.” He says, his pace becoming more erratic as you both near your peaks.

“I’m gonna cum, Aemond.” You whine, rutting against his movements, “Me too, cum for me, whore.” He demands, hand tightening around your throat as he empties himself into your cunt, and you squeeze him like a vice as you orgasm, seeing white-hot pleasure and stars and all good things in the world as you go limp.

“You were so good for me,” Aemond mutters, stroking your cheek with his fingers, he pulls up his pants, picking you up in his arms and tucking you into his bed. He gets a cloth from the closet, runs warm water over it and cleans you.

“You fucked me so hard I can barely speak.” You joke, voice weak. “I’m glad it was good for you,” Aemond smiles, and he gives you one of his band shirts to sleep in, to which you put on over your other shirt. He wordlessly crawls into bed with you, and you both daze off to sleep, wondering how this will affect your friendship once you wake.

y’all send me requests i wanna write

will do practically anything for HOTD characters

Which characters do you write for?

hey hon! i’ll write for any<3 i do both women and men

Hiiiii. Could you write something with the reader giving Aegon head in public (either like getting caught or just blatantly doing it in front of guards or servants)

Caught | Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aegon and the reader get caught in a compromising position.

Pairing: Aegon x Wife!reader, slight Aemond x reader if you squint

Warnings: Smut, Smut with plot, oral f!receiving,

You knew Aegon was daring when you wed him, there was no one who didn't know.

I had no clue he was this daring. You thought as his hand travelled up your dress and rubbed over your clothed slit. You look around the library your sat in, and find only a few servants and guards, much to your relief.

You give him a stern look, and he only takes this as encouragement.

You stifle your moans by gripping the book in your hands and taking deep breaths. This is when Aegon decides he's not doing enough, and slips under the table, shedding you of your undergarments and teasingly lifting his tongue through your folds, finding your clit and making small circles around with his tongue.

You almost cry out in pleasure but manage to fake a cough in time. Aegon uses your wetness which is mixed with his saliva to lubricate his fingers, carefully putting one inside your cunt, curling up against your G spot.

The coil in your stomach builds and builds, but your eyes meet Aemonds, who has just strolled into the library. "My lady," Aemond bows, seemingly unaware of his brother under the table, barely covered by the cloth adorning it.

"Have you seen my brother? I cannot find him anywhere." Aemond questions, and your breath picks up.

"Uhm!" You squeak as Aegon silently laughs against your clit, sending vibrations through you. "I- I havent seen him, I'm sure hes gonna co-" You speak, but your peak rapidly approaches, the invigorating feeling of being watched by Aemond who doesnt know, has you hurdling towards your orgasm. "I'm sure hes gonna.. come around." You say, your orgasm so close.

Aegon speeds up from under the table, movements of his fingers ferocious, and tongue pedantic and caring.

"I'm gonna go find him, thank you for your help." Aemond says, turning around.

"I'm gonna come!" You breathe out quietly, and Aemond turns around.

"That would be rather helpful," Aemond speaks, but realises your body language, the heavy breathing, and his eyes widen.

You helplessly let out a loud moan as your orgasm washes over you, your nerves exploding with pleasure.

Aegon rises from under the table, licking his fingers clean, and you meekly say, "Found him!" With your face flushed with embarrasment, and pleasure.

Aemonds eyes widen, and he shakes his head, eye widened and mouth ajar as he storms out of the library with urgency.

"Should I be worried you came at the sight of my brother?" Aegon chuckles, and you blush further, face on fire.

"Shut up," You groan, taking his hand, not wanting to think about facing Aemond ever again.

Could you write a fic where Aemond dramatically catches his crush after she falls?

Knight In Shining Armour | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Helaena x Platonic!Reader, Aemond x Reader

Summary: Aemond plays the knight in shining Armour.

Warnings: None I think?

Walking with Helaena mindlessly was one of your favourite pastimes. Talking about the bugs she'd acquired recently, how Aegon had been a dick to her, she was fun to talk to.

Walking around the gardens, unaware of the tall, one-eyed, silver-haired man who followed your every move. He justified it to himself as he was there for protection, but in reality, he had a huge crush on you.

"I think Aemond has a slight crush on you," Helaena giggles and you smile fondly. "I dont believe that to be true, hes way above my station." You politely reply, looking down bashfully.

God, he adored your shy personality.

You and Helaena continued chatting about everything and nothing at the same time, making your way into the keep as you do. You were soon to prepare for the feast tonight.

Walking up the stairs with Helaena, your mind fumbles up the placing of the stairs, causing you to be short on your step. You go tumbling backwards, and Aemond essentially runs from his place, catching you softly in his strong arms. You gasp, but your heart beats faster and your cheeks flush upon noticing who caught you.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Aemond asks worriedly, his hand going to your cheek as he stands you upright.

"My knight in shining armour," You jest with a vibrant grin. "I am fine, you caught me before any real damage." You assure him.

"Thankfully," Aemond says, his smile warm, and eyes friendly. "Does your Knight in shining armour get a dance at the feast tonight?" Aemond asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

"That's the least I can do," You grin, your belly full of butterflies.

Aemonds mentally doing a happy dance as he takes your hand, kissing it gently and excusing himself, strolling away.

You look to Helaena, who is looking at you with an I told you so look in her eyes, and you shake your head and laugh, walking back up with her.

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.

Hello, are your requests open? I would like to request modern Aemondxreader if it's possible, please?? 😸

She is Aegon's bestie and he drags her to some big party and of course he disappears after a while leaving her there alone.

The only person she recognizes in the crowd is Aegon's younger brother Aemond, who she always found really boring and annoying 😼 But he will show her he is not boring at all especially when he is dressed in all black and looks sexy as hell 😼😼

I've Got my Eye on you || Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader Pairing: Platonic!Aegon x reader, Romantic!Aemond x reader Summary: Something tells you that he's not the man he was. Warnings: Horny activities, best friends brother trope, grinding, heavy insinuations

You don't know why you even let Aegon drag you to this party. You're dressed clad in a red bodycon dress that hugged all of your curves just right, maximising your assets.

It only took Aegon minutes to see someone who wants his attention, leaving you behind in a room full of people you do not know. You scan the crowd, and your eyes catch onto Aegons little brother. The last time you saw Aemond, he was a nerd who stuck to his books, being silent most of the time. Now, here he is, infront of you, in a tight black shirt that accentuated his biceps, and gave a sneak peak of the muscles under his shirt. Your mouth watered at the sight, and he caught your eyes. Aemond smiles at you, and your stomach tightens. He beckons you over with two fingers, and your mind wanders. What would those fingers feel like deep inside of m- You stop yourself. Thats Aegons little brother. You remind yourself, and approach him. "You, are looking stunning tonight." He says once you're in earshot, "And you've certainly grown up," You reply, even though you're actually younger than him. "Why are you here alone?" Aemond asks, and you shrug. "I was with Aegon, but now he's disappeared somewhere." You say with a bit of a sour look on your face. "As Aegon does, I'll look after you, love." He says in that sweet voice, that made you feel like putty. You nod rapidly, "You're the only one I know here." You say again, sounding the slightest bit nervous. "Would you feel more comfortable going upstairs, then?" Aemond offers, "Yes please." You breathe out, and follow him up the stairs, bringing you into the guest room of this strangers house. "Why did Aegon bring you if you knew no one?" Aemond asks once youre both situated, "He wants to get me laid," You snicker, and Aemond laughs. "Why does he want that?" Aemond questions, shaking his head at Aegons antics. "Haven't been for a while, he wants to shut up my questions." You explain, a tad embarrassed. Aemond laughs, using it as an excuse to put his hand on your knee. "And hows that working out for you?" He speaks in a teasing voice, "Not very well," You groan, and Aemonds hand begins its way up from your knee to your lower thigh, and your core throbs with desperation. "I uh, I think I can help with that little one," Aemond looks at you, eyes blown with lust and his hand ventures to your upper inner thigh. "I think I'd like that," You say, and heatedly kiss him, and his strong hands cup your ass, moving you to be on his lap, which you begin grinding. You pull away, "Yeah, I'd like that." You say with a laugh, feeling his hardening cock beneath you made you insatiable, connecting your lips with his again.

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.

Lonesome Town || Aemond Targaryen

summary : aemond mourns his queen.

pairing: fem!reader x aemond

warnings : sad. just sad. i love my babygirl

Aemond sits in the corner of your shared chambers, watching as you cradle your daughter. The one you’d fought to have, you’d fought to keep.

The love and adoration in your eyes when they’d met his, fizzled out as fast as it came. Your little girl, the only thing keeping you from leaving.

Aemond looks at you, and he wishes he could sweep you into his arms, and make the love return. No one knew what happened.

Not even the two of you knew what the breaking point was. All everyone knew, is one day, you sat by his side, but you were only there physically.

Though the two of you were as far apart mentally as you’d ever been. Pity from all sides, as they looked at what once was remarked to be a powerful union. One of both politics and love.

Until you’d birthed your daughter, and the maesters informed Aemond that you wouldn’t be able to give birth again.

It took too much of a toll on you physically, and mentally. You had recovered alone, much to Aemonds protests.

You were not able to bare him a boy, and for that, you did not deserve his help.

Aemond looks back to you cradling his child, and a soft feeling overcomes him. Memories of the beginnings, before the war. When everything was better.

You braiding Aemonds hair, preparing him for the day with a smile of such kindness he had never felt before.

The secret meetings before you were wed, where you would talk about anything and everything there was to chat about. Oh how you’d made him quite the fan of courtly gossip.

The strolls through the gardens, where he’d pick a flower to put behind your ear, and you’d pick one to tuck in his belt.

When he’d showed you his sapphire eye, and you’d only kissed him, and exclaimed excitedly over the gem, gushing over its his beauty.

And now, here the two of you were. With a little girl that you cherished, but the air between you felt cold.

A maid took your little one to bed, leaving you and Aemond in an uncomfortable silence. You looked from the floor, to your husband.

Your heart plummeting out of your chest, as his gaze diverted to the fire, you didn’t know how to rectify this with words.

So as he stood to depart from the room, you stood also, shaking your head as tears filled your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them fall.

Aemond looked at you, and couldn’t utter a word before you had pushed yourself into his arms, your smaller ones going around his waist tightly, head tucked into his chest.

“Stay, please.” You spoke meekly, mumbled by the leathers on his clothes. But he knew you too well, he understood.

Aemond came to a similar conclusion. Words were not needed here, only actions would suffice. So his calloused hand took your soft one, he gently laid you into the plush furs, stripping to only his breeches and crawling into bed beside you.

He moved your head to his chest, and the two of you slept in an embrace, you had missed far too much.

Neither of you knew what was going to come, if this could be fixed. But you knew, it was enough for the night.

For you are his flower, and him your jewel.

NSFW

i know we all know that aemond loves eating pussy but i think aegon loves eating ass?

thoughts?

guys, give me a prompt from this list in my ask box and a character. i’ll write it!

Romance Story Starters

For @oh-man-are-you-sirius

Pronouns are of course completely interchangeable.

The day started gloomy, not quite letting on what beautiful things could happen on a day like this.

“Hey! Wait for me please!”. They stopped dead in their tracks, their breath shallow and wondering why that voice still made them feel this way.

Meeting the love of your life in a police station does not make for a good story to tell the grandchildren, but definitely an interesting one.

The alarm clock woke her up from a very lovely dream.

She hurried over the busy streets, slaloming between honking cars, four large cups of Iced Coffee balancing in her hand and she should have kept her eyes up in order to prevent what was about to happen.

The dark brown eyes were the first thing he noticed.

Day in day out, it was always the same time, same place, same people and he was used to this implicitly agreed upon order of things.

Later they would say it was love at first sight, but both knew it was a long road they had to take to get here.

With all the drama in the morning, she did not expect her day to get any better.

He liked watching her, when she was in her element – the confident beauty she radiated.

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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.