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“All yours” (modern!Aemond Targaryen, college au, part 1)

🔥 part 2: First time for everything

author’s note: the idea came out of NOWHERE. I reread my The Greens (modern!au) — and then this thing happened. to keep up with the tradition I’m posting it as it is (I may regret it when I wake up lmao), hopefully, some of you can enjoy this silliness! ✨ • Aemond doesn’t lose an eye but he still has a big scar (let’s pretend Luke missed by a couple of inches) • I originally said that he’d be into sports however I’m yet to pick a sport for him so the description is very vague (I’m open to suggestions!)

words: ~3000 (I TRIED to cut it short... but alas)warnings: none, I think? they just swoon over each other (and a cheeky blond makes an appearance again ;)

⋙ It’s impossible not to know who Aemond Targaryen is when pretty much every girl on campus has a crush on him. The tall athletic guy with chiseled cheekbones and bright eyes who wins one tournament after another, manages to stay at the top of his classes but barely talks to anyone and has a handful of friends. Even the scar on the left side of his face — a faded red stripe from his temple and down to the cheek — only adds to his appeal although you suspect it’s mostly due to people not knowing how he got said scar. Come to think of it, there isn’t much to know about him at all: he’s not on social media, rarely goes to parties, stays out of trouble and doesn’t even like his pictures being taken. There is a certain charm to that mystery yet you also can’t help but respect his intelligence and perseverance. (And you may find him attractive, but that’s a given.)

⋙ You share a few classes with him, and he usually sits nearby although you think it’s purely a coincidence. He once gave you his pen when you forgot yours, and he also sometimes stands behind you in line for coffee in the nearby cafeteria but you never really interact. You catch him looking at you a couple of times and you don’t think much of it. You might’ve thrown a glance or two at him, too, since there’s no crime in that.

⋙ You get paired up for a project by mere chance: your best friend fell sick and his mate missed the class for whatever reason so you and Aemond are the only ones without a partner, and Mr. Harrold tells you to work together. Aemond approaches you when the class is over.

“Hi” — “Hi” you say in unison. There’s a glint of a smile on his lips, his eyes studying your face.

“I’ve got two training sessions today, can we maybe start tomorrow?” he suggests.

“Sure, tomorrow sounds fine,” you nod. “Meet me in the library at 3?”

You quickly discuss the books you’ll need, and he casually asks for your number so you could text him the details. While you’re typing it, you miss the grin that appears on his face. Truth be told, you’re too busy thinking of how good his arms look with his sleeves rolled up.

⋙ The next day, he’s only five minutes late. You don’t even notice, wrapped up in reading, until he rushes in, a tad disheveled and very apologetic. You are about to tell him it’s no big deal when you notice blood on his hand — or more so on his knuckles. He looks like he wants to avoid the subject but you are truly shocked at the sight.

“Should I worry about the other guy?” you muster a smile, looking him over with concern.

“He deserved it,” Aemond mumbles as he sits next to you, averting his gaze.

He goes to dig some books out of his bag when you take his hand — you do so without thinking, it almost comes out as a reflex. While you examine his bruised skin, Aemond pretty much forgets how to breathe.

“It’s not that bad but will swell up in the morning, so you need to apply some ice,” you tell him, fingers gently brushing over his. “Here, this is the next best thing I can think of,” you grab your cup of iced coffee and put it to his knuckles. When you glance up at Aemond, you see him looking at you with a stunned face expression, and you realize that you might’ve overstepped a little.

“I’m sorry, you probably already know what to do without my advice,” you move to pull back the cup, but he suddenly covers your hand with his other palm.

“Don’t,” he breathes out. “This feels nice.”

Within a few seconds, his cheeks turn red.

“The ice, I mean, you were right about applying the ice,” he corrects himself, and you can’t help but smile. The most popular guy on campus is blushing because you held his hand, and there’s something very endearing about this moment. Or maybe it’s just him.

You push that thought away and divert the conversation to your assigned project. He keeps his hand intertwined with yours for the rest of the evening, both of you acting like it’s no big deal.

⋙ The next time you see him, he brings you coffee, and somehow he guesses your order perfectly. You meet up a few times a week, and he makes sure to come in time. Always prepared and polite, he buys you coffee and insists on carrying all your books. You now sit together in classes, he shares his secret Spotify account with you and you learn that you share a passion for reading. Aemond also gives you his hoodie when he notices that you’re cold on your way out of the library one evening. He pulls the hoodie up over his head and his T-shirt comes up, too, exposing his lower abdomen and the tight lines of his abs. You take a deep, long breath, pretending that you didn’t see a thing.

And sometimes his hands brush yours and his gaze lingers on your face. But it’s another thing you try not to think of.

⋙ He mentions in passing that his training will get more intense as the competition season begins. At this point, you’ve been meeting for a couple of weeks pretty regularly, and you feel a slight twinge in your heart at the realization that you’ll see him less often. What you don’t expect is for him to stand you up. At any other time, you might’ve cut him some slack, but it just so happened that you are in a really bad mood since the moment you woke up, and him not answering your texts only rile you up.

You are so annoyed, you come into the locker room with little to no hesitation. Most of the guys already left but you still hear a couple of them whistling at you, and you flip them off. Aemond just got out of the shower and when you see him, he already has his jeans on and stands next to his locker searching for a clean shirt.

“Dude, your girl looks pissed,” one of his mates comments, and Aemond gives him a perplexed look. And then he turns to see you, your eyes burning holes in him, and his face pales.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. “We were supposed to meet, weren’t we?”

“Yep,” you drawl with a frown, and his face falls even more.

He doesn’t have time to explain as you hear another whistle.

“Nice ass,” it’s Jeff, one of the frat boys who’s famous for not keeping his hands to himself. You are about to shut him off but when Jeff looks up at you, his smirk disappears.

“Woah, I didn’t know it was you!” he raises his hands in defense. “My apologies to your ass,” he glances behind your back, terrified. “...To you, I mean my apologies to you!” he backs off. “Hey, it was meant as a compliment, tell your boyfriend I’m not his punching bag!”

“You need to google what a compliment is, you idiot,” you scoff at him, and Jeff all but runs off.

The room is awkwardly quiet, and Aemond’s friends quickly get out, leaving you two alone. He barely has time to open his mouth before you press your hand to his chest, making him stumble back purely out of surprise.

“Care to explain what the hell was that?” you hiss at him, your gaze burning. “My boyfriend?!”

“I didn’t say that, he made an assumption,” Aemond clarifies.

“Jeff was the one you got into a fight with?” you suddenly figure out. “But why?”

“He was talking shit about you,” he says, clearly displeased.

“And you decided it was worth a fight? I could not care less if he — ”

“I do,” Aemond cuts you off. “And I think it was worth it,” he punctuates with so much certainty, it takes you aback.

In the next second, you realize that your hand is still on his bare chest — it’s warm and toned, his muscles tense under your touch — and you are standing very close to each other. It’s very, very hard not to think of.

“Um, thank you, I guess,” you step back with your gaze still on him. “I-I shouldn’t have barged in here, it wasn’t very —”

One of your legs bumps into a bench, your eyes widen — and you are about to trip over when Aemond catches you. With a blink of an eye, his hands are on your waist as he brings you closer again, and this time the distance between you two is even shorter. You involuntarily look at his lips and when you glance back up, you catch him looking at yours.

If he kisses you right now, you won’t mind. In fact, you will probably enjoy it. Probably a lot.

Aemond clears his throat and pulls back.

“I’m sorry that I stood you up, the coach didn’t let us rest for a minute,” he explains with a repentant tone. “I wanted to send you a text, I really did. And then it just went out of my head.”

“It’s fine, I get it,” you give him a wan smile. “You warned me that you would be busy.”

“Still, it was rude on my part,” he insists. “You have any plans for the evening? We can still go to the library, I’m all yours for today.”

The way he phrases it makes your heart skip a bit. You bite the inside of your cheek to concentrate.

“They closed earlier,” you sigh. “Something about updating the catalog.”

Aemond only thinks for a second.

“I, um... Live close by. Maybe you can come over? No one will bother us there,” his smile looks sheepish and unsure but there’s a hint of eagerness in his voice. And he is still very much half-naked.

“I happen to be completely free,” you say as your concentration goes out of the window.

⋙ Aemond apologizes again, profusely. He gives apologies in the locker room, on your way out, in the cab — and when you get out of the car and he opens his mouth again — you turn and firmly place your hand over it.

“I think I got it the first time,” you tell him, and he looks amused with your act.

You feel him smiling, his lips tickling your palm, and you move your fingers away as your cheeks heat up.

“Quiet fierce, aren’t you,” he remarks.

You don’t notice a sidewalk curb but Aemond does — his hand finds yours when you are a moment away from stumbling again, and he tugs you closer. He doesn’t comment on it, asking you about your day instead. There are a few other parts of your body where you want him to put his hands on, you think.

⋙ His apartment is unexpectedly huge — four bedrooms and a living room, high ceilings and large windows, and you can’t hide your bewilderment. He half-heartedly explains that his dad left it to them after the divorce.

“Oh, so it’s not just yours,” you conclude, relieved. “Makes it look like less of a palace.”

“I have my own, actually,” he almost looks ashamed, and you find his modesty ever so adorable. “I’ve repainted the walls, and the place needs some air. So I’m crushing here at the moment.”

He tells you that his older brother Aegon mostly hangs out in his gallery, Helaena took a week off to visit her friends, and you already know that their youngest — Daeron — studies abroad.

“Mum recently moved in with her boyfriend,” Aemond nonchalantly adds while showing you to his room.

You realize that it’s just the two of you. The thought of it warms up the lower part of your body, anticipation tingling in your abdomen, but you do your best to keep it together.

Luckily, you get easily distracted by the beautiful interior, his sister’s plants and paintings, and rows of photos on the walls, and you try not to gawk at the surroundings. Aemond tries not to gawk at you. You both fail.

“Feel yourself at home, I’ll go look for my charger,” his hand grazes your back after he opens the door. Aemond leaves you standing but the feeling of his touch remains. You have to pinch yourself to get back to reality.

⋙ You see his bookshelf that stretches from one end of the room to the other, and excitement bubbles in your chest as you rush to take a closer look. There’s a plethora of books of all colors and genres, paperback and hardcover, and you energetically look through the rows filled with them. You reach for one of the books on the upper berth, standing on your tiptoes but it causes you to lose balance. The only reason you don’t fall flat on your back is because Aemond’s hand swiftly lands on your waist, steading you. He turns you around to him, and your faces are suddenly only inches apart.

“Are you always this clumsy?” he chuckles lightly, his breath fanning over your skin.

Only when you are around, apparently.

Aemond’s lips part, his brows raising, and he stares at you, surprised. And then you realize that you said it out loud. Before you get a chance to correct yourself, he lets out a laugh, and you feel your face flushing. You close your eyes in embarrassment, trying to steady your breath, and his laughter dies down. He firmly locks his hands around you.

“What’s on your mind?” Aemond murmurs after a minute of silence.

You, you, you. Fearing that there’s still a chance that you are misreading the situation, you vaguely respond:

“A lot of things,” but your voice comes out strained and quiet.

When you don’t hear him replying, you open your eyes — your gaze immediately meeting his. The warmth from his hands slips into your body.

“You know what I’m thinking about?” Aemond asks in a low tone, his eyes a shade darker in this lightning. You shake your head because talking seems like an actual challenge right now.

“Kissing you,” he confesses, maintaining eye contact.

You inhale sharply, a wave of relief washing over you. And then something else sparkles inside, tightening your chest, and the well-known burning sensation blossoms right under your navel.

“You should,” you tell Aemond, and it’s the only confirmation he needs.

He crashes his lips into yours with fervor, pulling your chest flush against his and knocking the breath from your lungs. His hand cups your face, guiding you even closer, his mouth greedy and intent with its every movement, and your head goes dizzy with longing. The kiss is both tender and heated, and you lose yourself in the moment, only thinking of how soft and supple his lips are, and how ineffably good they feel.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Aemond mumbles against your mouth.

“Only been a month,” you manage to say while his lips move from your jaw to your neck.

“Long before that,” his words burn the spot just below your ear, making you shiver. “Ever since you argued with Mr. Harrold that Zelda Fitzgerald wrote ‘The Great Gatsby’ and her husband was a total — hmm, how did you call him? Yeah, a total nitwit,” he cackles.

You glance at him with your mouth ajar.

“Aemond, that was last semester.”

“I didn’t know how to approach you,” he admits, abashed. “And I didn’t want it to be weird or to mess it up and — ”

You shut him off with another kiss, and he hums in satisfaction. His thumb softly rubs your cheek while he deepens the kiss, his mouth exploring yours. His other hand dares to move lower, squeezing your hip and making you sigh at the alacrity of his. It’s simultaneously overwhelming and not enough but he still holds back a little, not crossing the line just yet.

“Wow, can’t believe this is finally happening!”

You break the kiss, startled by someone’s voice. A blond guy is leaning on the door frame, a pair of glasses and a grin on his face. Aemond groans into your shoulder, his hands moving to your waist.

“It’s Y/N, right? I’m this dipshit’s brother,” he shamelessly walks closer and extends a hand. You reluctantly go for a handshake, but he plants a quick kiss on yours.

“Aegon,” Aemond says with a warning tone.

“Oh, don’t grumble at me, I’ve been listening to you talk about her for months,” his brother’s smile widens. “Now Hel owes me 50 bucks.”

“Why is that?” you squint at him.

“We made a bet. I said he’d grow a pair and ask you out before the year ends. Glad I was right,” he snickers.

“Well, technically...,” you can help but laugh.

“He still didn’t?” Aegon fakes a gasp. “I apologize on his behalf, I taught him better than that!”

“Can you please fuck off already?” Aemond glares at him, irritated, and Aegon rolls his eyes but takes the hint.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it, kids,” he winks at you and walks away.

“I like him,” you exclaim.

“I don’t,” Aemond retorts and pulls you in for a kiss as soon as the door closes. “But I will let him win the bet.”

“Is that so?” you cock your head with a smile.

“Yeah,” he pauses, his face getting serious, and he almost looks scared while asking: “Will you go on a date with me?”

“I’d love to,” you agree without a second thought, and his lips twitch upward, making your heart swell with affection. “Where do you plan on taking me?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Aemond says cryptically, his eyes never leaving yours. “May be more than just one date,” he sounds both daring and pleading. You gently trace the line of his scar, and he relaxes at the movement.

“So you are all mine for a while, huh?” you joyfully assume, earning a laugh from him, and he leans in, his hand lovingly caressing your face.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” he whispers before closing the distance between your lips. ➡ part 2: First time for everything

• listen, I looked at his face and I thought there’s no way girls won’t find him attractive, with or without a scar. so yeah, this version of Aemond is more confident. I may do a second part? maybe more headcanons (love confessions, meeting his family, moving in together, etc.)

• I kinda want to write for Aegon, too... I mean, just look at the original photo and tell me he doesn’t seem like the sweetest fuckboy ever! tagging @greenowlfactif, @kyuupidwrites since you asked (I hope that’s fine 🥺)

my recent fic: “My first choice” (she’s Aegon’s bestie, inspired by “Little women”) English is not my first language, so feel free to message me if you spot any major mistakes!

the first fall of snow

modern au!aemond targaryen x reader

summary: he’s been gone a week and it’s been seven days too long from his side

tags: modern au, young and in love, winter season, modern aemond eats kopiko because i say so

note: i know nobody asked for rich and madly in love couple aemond/reader, but it came to me and i had to write it because i'm a sucker for the version of modern aemond i have in my head (i say rich but it's literally just implied lmao)

It’s winter in King’s Landing and Aemond breezes like a maelstrom into the lobby of your apartment building where you wait for him, nodding at the doorman and opening his arms to catch you as you throw yourself forward. You laugh, delighted. He’s been gone a week and it’s been seven days too long from his side.

“My love,” he chuckles, and when you present your face he stoops to kiss your cheek dutifully. You turn your head at the last moment, catching his mouth with your own.

“I’m glad to see you, too,” he says, when you pull away, red tinting his cheeks and you reach up to touch his face.

“Sorry,” you apologise, smiling bashfully and tucking yourself further into him. He lets you, arms coming around your waist and resting comfortably there. “I’m just excited. You’re here!”

“I am,” he agrees, a pleased lilt in his voice. He bows his head then, to murmur in your ear. Over his shoulder, you distantly note the flurries of snow, and the smell of coffee that clings to him, lingering on your tongue from where he’d kissed you. You know if you reach into the depths of his coat pockets, you’ll likely find the empty coffee flavoured lolly wrappers, alongside three or four more, and the stray butterscotch candy he likes. It’s a habit he’s kept from your university days and the taste of espresso has since become your favourite, though only when it is on his tongue.

“Are you going to allow me to take you out, or must you ravish me here for Gunner to see? I think his dear old heart wouldn’t be able to take it.”

Sure enough, when you turn to look behind you, your elderly concierge stands at the front desk eyeing the both of you warily. You turn back to look up at Aemond, and the amused glint in his eye does little to help stifle the giggle that bubbles forth from your lips, hiding your face in his chest. The furs that line his coat tickle your face and you hear his chest rumble, a telltale hint of laughter barely suppressed.

“You’re awful,” you murmur, pulling away from him. “Come.”

You slip back into your usual habit as the both of you push out of the building, your hand settling comfortably in the crook of his elbow, fingers curling around his bicep. The wind bites at your cheeks, and you only regret your decision not to bundle up more for one brief moment when Aemond steers the both of you to the side of the pavement and wrangles his scarf off and onto your neck. Nimble fingers brush against your neck and you shiver under his touch, half him, half the cold.

“Aemond,” you begin but he shakes his head.

“I’ve been gone only a week,” he says, sounding aggrieved and you can only smile softly at him as he fusses over you, wrapping the soft, warm, material around you. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“Woman?” you laugh incredulously, even as he shoots you a cross look. “For your information, I only forgot my scarf today and that was because I was beside myself with excitement. I don’t know if you’ve heard but Aemond Targaryen is back in town.”

He raises a brow. “I had no idea,” he says dryly. “You’ve got a crush on this fellow, then?”

You hold his arm once more as the both of you begin to walk, beaming up at him. “Well, he’s the handsomest, most intelligent man in all of King’s Landing. It only seems fitting.”

You hear him snort, but he continues to play along, pursing his lips doubtfully. “I don’t know about that. He sounds like a bit of a twat.”

You jostle his arm, shaking your head. “No way. And mind your language. Between you and me, I’m going to marry him one day.”

Aemond falls silent at those words, but your attention is diverted from the stunned part of his lips, violet eye widening, when a car backfires as it rumbles past on the busy street. You jump in surprise, a startled laugh falling from your lips. When you look back at him, he composes his face, grinning softly back at you.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" he says, and you shake your head, pouting playfully.

"You have not. I'm starting to feel a little offended."

"How awful of me," he remarks, reaching his spare hand to brush against your jaw. "You took my breath away, when I saw you."

"Oh, you," you mutter, batting at his hand but you giggle all the same, face warming in pleasure.

You turn onto a tree lined street, branches empty of their leaves but magical all the same as the snow comes down around you. Aemond tells you about the last seven days as you walk, expressing frustration with his older brother and sister, who had accompanied him on the trip out of the city. He talks to you about the lack of leisure time he’d been given as a result of an over abundance of work, and you see for the first time since your reunion the fatigue that lines his eyes, smudges of purple below his eyes that rivals his iris. You’d do anything to wipe that expression away.

"How would you feel about going away with me, one of these weekends?" you ask him, when the both of you have ducked into your favourite cafe, sitting down at a table with your drinks. His legs trap one of yours between them and you feel 17 again, giddy with the flush of young love.

"I was going to ask you that, actually," he admits, taking a sip of his tea. "Aegon, apparently, suggested to our mother that I be given time off. I'd think it a nice gesture if I weren't sure he only wanted to get rid of my company for a bit. Regardless, I thought it over and I realised we haven't gone anywhere in a while."

"I'll send him a bouquet of flowers, as a thank you for giving you back to me," you joke. He frowns at you and you have to bite back a laugh.

"You'll do no such thing, please. Gods know his head is fat enough," he mutters, rolling his eye. You know you shouldn't laugh, but Aegon's ability to rile his younger brother up so easily makes it so hard not to.

"If you insist," you concede, and hold a piece of cake out on your fork. "Try this."

The first time you had offered him a bite of your food, he had flushed a red so deep you had worried you'd overstepped. Your relationship had still been new, and though Aemond put on a quietly confident, intimidating front, you had come to realise he was also quite shy. Now, having spent several summers loving each other, he just bends his neck to take a bite–he doesn't even take the fork from your hand, like he might've before–and you wait expectantly.

"That's nice," he hums, and you brighten.

"Not too sweet," you agree, and he nods, a small smile curving his mouth upwards. "So. Holiday?"

Outside, the snow falls heavier, a sea of white that blankets all it touches. But in here, with your foot trapped between both of Aemond's, feeding him bites of cake in between discussions of your holiday, you’ve never felt warmer. And, by the lightened expression on his face, you think he might feel the same.

fin.

permanent taglist (crossed out means i couldn't tag you): @graykageyama @kgyoru @wannabe-goblin-king

our little vignette

aemond targaryen x reader

summary: you give him what you think is your best smile, but it feels cheesy, wide and childish like you've won an award at school assembly. it feels cheesy and it feels true

tags: modern au, domestic fluff, casually dominant aemond, the aemond + kopiko agenda continues

note: i imagine this to be set in the same universe as 'the first fall of snow' just because i love the idea of these two coming home after a date night and just relaxing together (also one specific part was inspired by that one video of that girl who's boyfriend was taking her shoes off </3 i think aemond would so casually be a gentleman as a bf)

You turn the key to your door with ease, other hand clasped firmly in Aemond’s as you step inside. He’s quiet, but attentive, as you talk. Mindful of the late hour, you make sure to keep your voice low but chatter his ear off as you flip the switch, lighting up your apartment. A small meow greets you and you pause in your tirade to gasp, bending your knees to meet the milky white kitten that pads up to you. 

“Calypso,” you coo, perhaps a little too excitedly. She startles, still wary of loud noises, and scampers away leaving you pouting on the floor. Above you, Aemond coughs to mask a snicker and you look up at him unamused.

“You startled her,” he murmurs, offering his hand to help you up once more. When you stand, it slides down to settle on your hip, tugging you closer into his arms. “What did you expect?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you mutter. He hums, conceding, bending his head to ghost his lips over the corner of your mouth. Your eyes slip shut under the phantom-like sensation, leaning into him. 

“Tonight was nice,” you breathe out, fingers flexing against the arms of his jacket. He kisses your jaw gently, and you take it as a sign of agreement. “We haven’t had night out in a while.”

“I’m trying to kiss you, my love,” he says, amusement in his voice, shoulders shaking lightly. “Will you let me do that, hm?”

“What’ll you give me for it?” you quip, but it comes out rather breathless as you feel his teeth graze ever so slightly against your pulse point. His mouth curves against your neck when you let out an audible sigh, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Don’t be difficult,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone and looking at you. “We’ve had such a nice night.”

You roll your eyes, guiding his face closer to kiss him properly, pressing your lips to his. You can taste the coffee lolly he’d had in his mouth during the walk home, on his tongue. The both of you linger in the hallway like this, trading espresso flavoured kisses until at last he pulls away, catching his breath.

You admire the sight of him like this, lips swollen and reddened, hair mussed and a little dazed. All by your hand. He catches you grinning up at him, and his expression softens even more. He presses one more kiss to your mouth, short and chaste, before he lets go of you.

“Come on. These must be hurting you,” he murmurs as he sinks to his knees, tapping your leg gently. You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder as you raise it. His fingers fiddle with the clasp of your heels and slide the shoe off, setting it aside and turning his attention to your other foot. It’s a relief to no longer balance yourself on the gorgeous but admittedly impractical shoes, and Aemond’s fingers wrapped around your bare calf is a grounding sensation. He presses kisses to the inside of your knees before rising once more.

“Go get changed,” he orders softly, and you nod. “I’ll get tea started.”

“You’re a dream, Aemond Targaryen,” you declare, delighting in the pink flush your words bring to his cheeks. You blow him a kiss, lovestruck and giddy as you make your way to the bedroom.

When you emerge, having washed your face and changed, Aemond switches stations with you to shed the suit he’d worn to dinner. Your teas have been set on the coffee table in your living area, and you grin at the sight of your favourite mug. Years together hadn’t ceased his thoughtfulness. If anything, you were sure the both of you had only grown more besotted, Aemond with his quiet acts of service and unending support drew you deeper into his orbit each day. 

You look through the fridge, and retrieve the fruit you’d bought earlier that day. By the time Aemond comes back, you’re carrying the bowl of blackberries to the sofa and curling up under the blanket. You watch as he turns on the electric fireplace, flames flickering behind him as he joins you.

He kisses you hello and you smile into his mouth as if the two of you haven't seen each other in an age, instead of the few minutes you've just spent apart after a night out together. When he pulls away, you reach into the bowl and hold a blackberry out to him. He eyes it dubiously, but lets you feed it to him anyway, not once complaining at the tart flavour. He copies you, and you have to stifle the giggles that threaten to rise out of you when you bite the fruit.

Later, when the bowl empties, he kisses the blackberry juice off your fingertips, and draws you in close to him, tucking you into his side. The events of the night begin to catch up to you as you sip your tea, head lolling against his shoulder and eyelids growing heavy.

"Tired?" he murmurs and you nod into his neck. He rubs your back comfortingly. "Come on, then."

It takes you a moment to gather the energy to rise, when he staunchly refuses your proposal of sleeping on the sofa – You're going to ache in the morning and then we'll both be miserable for it – but you stand slowly and let him guide you to the bathroom.

Teeth brushed, you press your face into his back as he shuffles into the bedroom, arms wrapping around his waist and following close behind. He reaches behind to steady you when, eyes closed, you bump into his feet and giggle.

"To bed with you," he orders in quiet voice, a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Kiss me first," you demand sleepily as you curl up under the sheets, tilting your face up to him. He raises an eyebrow at your tone and you add a sheepish, "Please."

You give him what you think is your best smile, but it feels cheesy, wide and childish like you've won an award at school assembly. It feels cheesy and it feels true.

When he kisses you, you're thankful you didn't hide it.

fin.

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 — “i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.”

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It was a quiet morning in your shared apartment with Aemond. You were still nuzzled up in the warm bed sheets while Aemond prepared breakfast.

As you slowly gained consciousness your head turned to the night stand which had a calendar on it. Today was marked with a red heart, it wasn't your anniversary but Valentine's Day. Your heart skipped a beat at the thoughts of what Aemond had probably planned.

The smell of fresh pancakes filled the apartment, and the Targaryen man swiftly worked around the kitchen.

It took Aemond weeks to plan the perfect Valentine’s day for you, it would start with breakfast in bed, then your favorite movie – Legally Blonde – followed by a living room picnic given it was raining heavily and at the end of the day a night filled with sex.

Aemond was proud of himself that he thought about this all by himself as he was not the biggest romantic.

Meanwhile you sneaked out of bed with the sheets wrapped around your body to keep the warmth.

There he stood, your boyfriend. His long white hair bound into a man bun, he wore no eye patch and he was also topless, giving you the opportunity to admire his abs.

Aemond took out the plates and while turning around to put them on the kitchen aisle he noticed you standing there. You looked at him with innocent eyes, then walked over to him.

He sat down and opened his arms to embrace you, “good morning,” you mumbled against his chest. “Good morning my love,...why did you not stay in bed mhm?” he questioned you in a soft tone.

“I wanted to be with you,” you returned, tightening your grip on his waist. The man gave a light chuckle. He loved your sleepy state, you were like a kitten. You wanted to cuddle all the time and were needy.

In one swift motion he picked you up in bridal style and walked you back to bed. Confused, you looked at him as he placed you on the smooth cushions.

“You stay here and I will bring breakfast to you,” he promised and kissed the crown of your head before leaving. If your eyes could, they would take on the shape of hearts. Sometimes you wondered how you deserved someone like Aemond.

Five minutes later your boyfriend came back with a tray, filled with two plates, pancakes, strawberries, whipped cream, two hot chocolates, cutlery and syrup. He placed the tray in front of you and then joined you, “it looks beautiful Aemond,” you praised him and kissed his cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said before cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours.

Smiling into the kiss you felt butterflies in your stomach. Aemond retreated back and took a strawberry from the glass bowl, dipped into whipped cream he held it up to your mouth. Gladly you took a bite from the strawberry.

“What else have you planned huh?” you grinned at him, “well we will watch a certain movie, then have a living room picnic before an eventful night of pure pleasure,” he said in a seductive voice against your neck, placing light kisses on your skin.

“Fifty Shades Of Grey?” you asked with wide eyes at the mention of a movie. Aemond looked at you bewildered, “what? No, Legally Blonde.”

Your face fell in embarrassment, “well then don’t say ‘certain’ like that!” you scolded him playfully and slapped his chest.

“Not my fault you have a dirty mind,” those words of Aemond Targaryen earned him another slap and a nose covered in whipped scream.

After breakfast Aemond didn’t even let you help him clean up, instead he told you to put on the movie. He came back and got back under the covers, lifting his arm to invite you in a cuddle session which you gladly accepted.

As the movie went on you couldn’t help but wonder when he was gonna ask you to be your Valentine.

After the movie ended Aemond instructed you to pick out a blanket for the picnic while he would get everything else. The task was rather easy it seemed but with how many blankets you had it became difficult to decide.

Meanwhile Aemond cut various kinds of fruits, took the champagne from the fridge and chocolate along with some pre-made sandwiches and glasses.

When he was finished and entered the living room he expected to find you there but it seemed you still hadn’t found a blanket. Shaking his head with a smile he sat everything down to help you with the decision, “need any help my love?” he teased you as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Nope, I got it,” you responded and looked between a green blanket and a black blanket, “green doesn’t fit…but black doesn’t either…maybe we could use both? Have them be together,” you thought out loud.

“Sounds good to me, love,” Aemond agreed and took the green blanket from you to walk to the living room with you following close behind.

You laid the blankets on the ground and then placed the food as well as the champagne and glasses on it. Aemond then sat down and held his hand to you to signal you to sit in his lap, “your throne my queen,” he jested, causing your cheeks to warm up and a giddy smile to graze your lips.

Together you enjoyed the picnic, after thirty minutes even the sun peeked through the gray clouds and shined through the floor to ceiling long windows.

You laid your head back against Aemond’s shoulder, enjoying the sun as it warmed your skin. It was already six in the afternoon as you cleaned up and the missing question clouded your mind once again.

“I thought you’d ask me to be your Valentine…,” you spoke your thoughts to Aemond who stopped what he was doing instantly.

He walked over to and gripped your waist to pull you against his broad chest, “we’ve been together for three years, I thought this was a given.” Tilting your head up you shook your head, “nope, it is a question to be taken seriously.”

Aemond rolled his eyes playfully, “would you do me the honor and be my Valentine?” He looked down at you with a teasing smirk.

You pretended to think hard, “well…, I don’t know…,” you played the game and were tickled in response, “Aemond,” you giggled. He stopped tickling you to capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss, it knocked all air from your lungs.

“Yes, I will be your Valentine,” you said breathlessly after Aemond pulled back. He grinned at you and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.

“Very good choice my love,” he praised you, bucking his hips into you.

Call It What You Want - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

💞Valentine's Day💞

I Wanna Be Your End Game: Modern Aemond Edition

Summary: Your boyfriend Aemond utterly loathes Valentine’s Day. You on the other hand love it. So, you had to find middle ground. And that middle ground was a Targaryen-Hightower-Velaryon Failentine’s Day party hosted at their house. But, as much as you enjoyed that, you simply enjoyed your time with Aemond more.

Words: 1.8k+

Note: The Aemond edition of a Valentine’s Day one-shot where all the family lives at the same house. So it’s just a little bite sized baby. Enjoy love or whatevaaaa

Valentine’s Day was an incredible holiday. I was, definitionally, a lover not a fighter. Love songs were the soundtrack to even the hardest times in my life and I lived to see the hero get the girl in the end - hell, even the villain sometimes if the story called for it. At the end of the day? Even with Valentine’s Day being such a radically commercialized holiday, I still adored it. And for the past four years before this one, my boyfriend had taken it like a champ, even though he loathed the holiday. That was the quiet kind of sweet that Aemond was. The kind that just went to show you didn’t need to have someone screaming their love from the rooftops to know that you are loved.

This year, our fifth consecutive Valentine’s Day felt different though. His family had agreed to host another Valentine’s Day party. But, it seemed like this year Aemond was set in a mood to be…difficult about it. First, he insisted that it wasn’t just a Valentine’s Day theme. No red, pink, or white. No, it had to be a theme for failed love - a Failentine’s Day party as he declared it, draped in blacks and reds alone. And after he somehow got his little brother Daeron to back him, the rest of the family had no choice but to submit to their will. So began the theme and his endless frustration with planning the party that he’d hate regardless of what the theme would end up being. 

Even so, the strangeness didn’t end there. When we woke up this morning, Aemond hardly wanted to stay in bed, hardly wanted to spend a moment together to just appreciate each other’s company. Instead, we woke up and went on a double date with Helaena and her girlfriend for breakfast and then made our way back to the house. And by the end of the day, even though we’d spent time together it hadn’t necessarily felt…romantic.

I sat on the floor of Aemond's bedroom in front of the mirror, finishing my makeup for the night, and listening to my favorite playlist about love. How could I do anything else? It was Valentine’s Day after all, even if Aemond and his brother had demanded that the party be Failentine’s themed instead of Valentine’s themed. Said boyfriend sat on the bed behind me, scrolling through his phone and scowling at my music choices like a disgruntled puppy would. Rising to my feet when I was done, I turned in a dramatic little circle. Aemond didn’t even look up. I pouted.

“How do I look, Aem?” I asked him.

He sighed and sat up, looking at me. He smiled. “You look beautiful, Y/N,” he said. “Obviously.” 

He reached out a hand for me and I took it, letting him pull me into his lap. I went happily and narrowly resisted the urge to bury my face in his neck while my makeup finished setting. He ran a hand up and down my waist, smirking while he looked at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. I brushed a strand of his fine platinum hair back from his face and blew a kiss at him trying to avoid smearing my lipstick.

“Thank you, baby,” I said grinning.

“Of course, Y/N,” he said. He looked serious. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I assured him, stroking his cheekbone with my thumb. “Every day. Endlessly.”

“You’re sweet,” he said, grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to it. He smiled slightly. “Do you want me to give you your present now, my love?”

My smile brightened slightly, surprised. “You got me a present? You didn’t have to,” I said.

“So you tell me every year,” he said, rolling his eyes. He gently maneuvered me off of his lap and stood up, walking to his closet. “And yet I do. Every year. Because it’s your favorite holiday for some reason. So stop. I’ll keep getting you gifts.”

I smiled, and leaned back on my hands, watching as he searched for whatever he’d stored in the closet for me. “Then yes. I will take the present now. And I’ll give you yours,” I stated. I rose to my own feet and moved over to my bag, pulling out the gift that I’d carefully wrapped for Aemond weeks prior. Then, I made my way over to the bed and sat again, crossing my legs so he’d have space to sit down again when he came over. I thrust the gift into his hands immediately, nearly making him drop the gift he held in his hand - also wrapped, surprisingly. He glared at me, I merely smiled back.

“You open first,” I insisted.

“What a shock,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to my temple, even as he playfully rolled his eyes.

He carefully started to peel the wrapping paper off of the gift that I’d gotten him and I nearly vibrated in my excitement. As the paper fell and he actually registered what he was seeing, he looked at me in utter shock. I nodded eagerly and he took the gift out gingerly, a look of utter reverence on his face. I grinned at his reaction as his eyes drank in the sight before him. It was an early edition of Friedrich Nietzsche's The Birth of Tragedy. A book that he’d been searching for over the course of the past two years at least. Something that I had pulled every string I’d ever had to find and acquire in time to make this happen.

“Y/N…holy fucking…how did you get this?” Aemond asked, wonder in his voice.

“Love can make magic happen,” I said, grinning at him. He looked at me, unimpressed. “I just had some feelers out looking for it. And someone was able to come through. That’s all.”

He leaned over and held my face in both hands, leaning his forehead against mine. “You…you are a fucking goddess, my love,” he said. He looked at me, frowning. “You’re making my gift seem inadequate.”

It was my turn to frown. “You could give me a used napkin and I’d save it for a scrapbook about us, you nerd. Shut up,” I said fondly.

“Thank you, my love,” he said reverently, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Of course,” I said, eyes sparkling. “Happy to do it. Thrilled, actually.”

He sighed and placed the book very gently on his nightstand where there was no chance of it getting disturbed. Then, he reached over and gingerly picked up my gift, putting it in my hands. Before I could open it, he caught my hands and looked at me. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too,” I replied softly, adoration tinting each word. I grinned at him and then started to gently unwrap the gift. Based on its shape I’d been expecting a jewelry box and I hadn’t been disappointed. I opened the lid gently and gaped at what I found. My voice raised at least an octave. “You thought I’d be disappointed with this?”

Sitting, gently cushioned in the box, was a matching necklace and ring. Both had marquise-style sapphires at their center, surrounded by halos of diamonds. I looked at them in awe, holding them up to my face just so I could see their brilliance up close. I looked at Aemond, my jaw falling open and tears filling my eyes.

“Sapphires?” I asked, voice wobbling.

“Sapphires,” he said, taking my free hand in his. “Do you want me to help you put on the necklace, my love?” I nodded, sniffling. He gently did so and then I looked down at the ring, half-leaning into his side. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Consider the necklace a reminder that I’m always with you.” He turned my face to his. “And consider the ring a reminder of the promise that I want you to be my wife someday.”

“Aemond,” I said, on the verge of tears. I took the ring out and slipped it on my finger just so I could throw the box out of my way and throw my arms around his neck. I squeezed him a moment, relishing in the feel of his arms around me. Then, I pulled back from the embrace and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you. So much.”

“And I love you too,” he said. He paused a minute as he held me and then let out a sigh when I pulled back, dabbing away the scarce few tears that had fallen. “Do we really have to go downstairs?” And he was borderline pouting as he asked. 

If I listened hard enough I could hear the faint music playing from downstairs calling to me, begging me to come downstairs and dance. I frowned looking at my boyfriend. Then I glanced down at the gift I still held in my hands. The most heartfelt present that he’d ever given me - and gods be good that was saying something. Something big. And in my heart, it didn’t matter at all how alluring the party downstairs was. There’d always be another party. But today? On Valentine’s Day? All that mattered to me was Aemond.

“No. We don’t,” I declared.

He immediately looked surprised. “Y/N I was just kidding,” he stated. “We can go, obviously.”

“No,” I refused. “I’d rather be with you.” I laughed. “I wish we would’ve decided before I’d put on makeup, but hey, you win some you lose some.” I slumped back onto the bed, sprawling out and stretching my hands behind my head. “But I’m not moving from this room. I’m just not. All I want today?” I reached out and took his hand. I looked down at the sapphire ring that was on my finger…at our intertwined hands. Yeah. I didn’t need to go downstairs. “All I want is you.” I smiled at him. “You are what makes Valentine’s Day special. You. Your love. That’s it. No one else’s. I’ll be damned if I waste the time that I have where I can remind you of that.”

“You are a fucking angel, my love,” Aemond said, leaning over to kiss me deeply. I sighed into the kiss, moving happily as he led. When he pulled back he laughed. “Your lipstick does not pass the kiss test, Y/N. Maybe it’s for the best that we didn’t go down if you were going to look like a clown the moment I kissed you.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” I complained. “Get your ass back over here and keep fucking it up then. Make it a real fucking disaster for me to get off later.”

He smirked and leaned down, hovering over my lips for a moment. “Your wish is my command, my love,” he said in a faux innocent tone. Then, he finished leaning over and captured my lips once more as if to devour me. I eagerly let him.

A very happy Valentine’s Day it would be, indeed.

modern!aemond x fem!reader where they live a nice, domestic life. they loveeee their morning cuddles with eachother. (and sometimes shower sex too)

they decide to go out one night and go to a local bar/pub. as aemond heads off to get their drinks, a man walks trying to start a nice conversation with her but slowly starts flirting with her as well. aemond sees that and manages to get the man to leave. aemond then takes her out somewhere secluded and away from the bar showing her who she belongs too.

please?

thanks for the lovely request, i tried to do my best, hope you like it. requests are open!!

it's a soft morning with your boyfriend aemond targaryen. sunlight in the room, you in the bed wrapped around him. almost every morning comes and goes like this one, feeling like there is nothing else other than you two.

his mornings belong to you; cuddling, kissing, having sleepy talks about the day and he loves this. he usually wakes up before you, but today you have the chance to see him asleep, as you wake up before him. his face looks relaxed and free of worry wrinkles he gets because of his family or his studies. his mouth slightly curved and his platinum blonde hair spread on the comfortable pillow. his arm is around your waist like it always is.

you get closer to him and position yourself on top of him, your elbows are on his pillow next to his head, you start kissing his neck, little and soft kisses but they are enough to wake him up. he brings his arm to your neck, holding you there and not letting you go. soft mumblings as you kiss his neck and louder groan when you bite a sensitive spot teasingly. he switches your places, kissing you when you're under him, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

"good morning, baby girl."

"good morning, love."

"slept well?"

"yes, but i think we need to get out of the bed, i have an early class today."

"i know your class schedule, we have enough time for a coffee and quick breakfast."

"hmm, what about shower?" you have a smile on your face, you know he can't resist anything when you smile like this, joyful sparks in your eyes, "would you like to join me?"

"well, you know i can't say no to you."

you get out of bed, taking off your shirt and your underwear. you are completely naked in front of him, he gets closer to you. he takes off his clothes and you wrap your legs around him, let him carry you to the bathroom.

under the water, you let yourself relax against your boyfriend's muscular chest, his arm sneaks around your waist, your hair slowly gets wet and falls on your shoulders. still holding on to him, you feel his hardness against your backside. you turn around facing him, holding his free hand and leading it between your legs. he looks so good under the water, his hair wet and shiny, waterdrops on his muscles. you desire him, your arms around his neck, not breaking the eye contact, he has his fingers on your swollen clit. he slowly rubs it, your eyes close for a moment.

"tell me what you want and it's yours, my love."

"your fingers. inside me, please."

"just my fingers?"

you shake your head, dizzy with the pleasure of warm water on your body and his skillful fingers on your clit. 

"aemond.."

"it's alright, i know what you want."

his fingers are inside you finally, you lean against the wall, his other hand holding your waist to help you with your balance. he moves his fingers in a way that you can't explain even in your right mind, his touches are only the ones you can get from someone who knows your body well, like him.

he feels your walls clenching hard around his fingers and once he makes sure you're ready, he lifts you up, your legs around him and his cock inside you. your arms around him, moans and whimperings make echoes in the bathroom. he is strong enough to control both of your bodies. he moves inside you, too beautiful and too sweet.

"i'm so close, aemond."

"i can feel it love, let go of yourself i will hold you."

you completely trust him and with a silent scream of his name, you come around his cock. he lets you have your peak, then pulls his cock out of you and comes on your lower abdomen. his breathing is quick, while yours is slow. after a delightful minute, you are on your feet, smiling satisfied. 

"feeling okay?"

"hmm, it was perfect."

he smirks at your words, starts washing your hair. he massages your scalp which feels so good, you can sleep right here. after your hair, you help him with his hair, almost jealous of how soft and beautiful it is.

with your bodies cleaned as well, you and aemond get out of shower, drying and wearing your clothes for the day. drinking coffee with a quick breakfast, both of you leave home for your classes, in the university you both attend.

today feels like the busiest day ever, you are about to burst into tears. after the blissful morning with aemond; because of your classes, assignments and lectures you feel like the morning was only a dream and you're stuck in this university-looking reality. finally it's over and you can take a deep breath. you don't see aemond during the day and you call him, only to find out he is just as tired and bored as you. 

he offers to go to a local pub, but not the one that has half of school every night, the one which has more quiet and calming vibe, possibly just a few people from school. you happily accept the offer and decide to meet him there. 

turns out, you both need a night out, talking, listening the songs the band plays and drinking. you are the type of person who gets drunk easier when you're tired, so you feel dizziness coming to you after a few drinks. he drinks slower than you, enjoying the moment, listening your words carefully and answering you, talking about anything and everything.

you finish your glass and realize his glass is empty too.

"another one, sweetheart?"

"yes, please."

he nods and walks away to get drinks. you pay more attention to the song playing when he is not here, it's one of your favorite songs, you start mumbling the lyrics and smiling. you see a man approaching you, not aemond, someone you don't know. you don't think he will talk to you, and don't really want to meet someone right now so you wait.

to your suprise, he actually talks to you.

"you like this song? i saw you singing to yourself, it's one of my favorites."

he seems kind and harmless so you answer back.

"yes, it's one of my favorites too."

slowly the conversation turns into something about songs and bands. he is a nice guy, handsome and charming maybe but you don't care. you already have the man who is nice, handsome and charming. you just enjoy a nice chat while waiting for aemond.

after a few minutes, you look around for aemond but he is not there. the guy who talks to you leans closer and says,

"do you wanna go somewhere else to drink or dance?"

you shake your head, and feel a hand on your lower waist. your boyfriend is there leaving your drink in front of you and looking at the guy with curious, stern eyes.

"she's with me."

the guy seems suprised, looking at you with a slight, stupid smirk on his face.

"we've been talking for minutes now, and she didn't say anything."

you look at him with confused eyes,

"why would i say something about my relationship in a normal conversation about songs?"

aemond senses your uncomfortable state, clearly you don't see the guy's real purpose. he starts to feel angry and tense.

"well, beautiful, you should have said that you have a boyfriend so i wouldn't waste my time here, talking with a girl who's not available."

you stare at his face with frustration, ready to make a comment that will put him in his place but your boyfriend is faster than you.

"if you don't want to waste your time in hospital, full of bruises i'd suggest you apologise for your shitty words and leave here without looking at her side again."

his voice is the coldest you hear, so calm yet so dangerous. the guy holds himself back, his eyes looking elsewhere.

"i'm sorry."

you don't say anything, he leaves. aemond holds you and helps you stand up. he cups your face around his hands,

"are you okay, my love?"

"yes. just angry maybe. can we leave?"

"of course."

he leads you out of the local pub. holding your waist, walking fast. there is a dark alley after a few blocks and he holds your hand, walking towards it. you walk with him but don't understand why he brings you here.

"aemond, why did we c-"

he holds you against the wall of a building, there is no light so you can't be seen by people. it's just you and him. his breathing hot against your lips.

he kisses you hungrily, holding your cheeks, caressing your hair. he keeps kissing you until he gets enough of it.

"are you okay, my love?"

he nods. he is angry, still but doesn't want to show it to you. there is something wrong with the situation, the way a man can think of his girl that way makes his blood boil. he gets jealous easily which doesn't help.

he thinks of anything that can harm you when he's not there, you are slightly drunk and don't think badly of a person who approaches to you and talks to you. there is nothing wrong with you. you are perfect and aemond wants to protect you from those who can think wrong of you.

"i just need you all for myself for a moment."

"i'm safe, aemond. i can take care of myself."

"i know you can take care of yourself, love. it's not about that."

he kisses you again and you don't resist, you know what he means. you bring your hand to his belt and open it, his trousers next. you take his cock out of his boxer and stroking it slowly.

"relax, love. you know we belong to each other."

he kisses your neck while touches you under your skirt. pulls your underwear to the side and puts his fingers inside you. the thought of your boyfriend touching you in a dark alley makes your legs shaking.

"you like this? being touched by me in an alley where anyone can walk in?"

"they will not see anything even if they come."

"yes, but they can hear your pretty sounds meant for me. can you be quiet for me, love?"

"hmm." you nod.

"good girl."

he lifts you and puts his cock inside you, the same position you have in the morning. this time he is not the calm, relaxed man; he is angry and fast who makes you wetter with groans in your ear and hands cupping your ass. his thrusts become faster and faster, you try to be quiet just like you said you would be, but it's too hard not to make any noise when it's so good. you bite his neck, bruising it, marking your spot.

he slows down and enjoys the last moments of your wetness, his breathing is slow as well.

"i'm going to come."

"inside me, aemond."

he relaxes and comes inside of you while rubbing your clit. your silent moans become a song meant only for his ears. finally you feel yourself clenching and coming around him. your legs are limp, you hold on to his neck to keep your balance. he stays inside you for a few more seconds. when you're on your feet, he helps you with your skirt and you help him with his trousers and his belt.

he kisses you, this time he's tired and calmer. you look at him with a knowing smile on your face.

"it's not about fucking possessing you. i just can't stand the idea of you with another man."

"we just proved ourselves that we belong together my love. i'm yours. not about the fucking possession, but still yours."

he kisses you with love. "and i'm yours."

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morning sex and aftercare with modern!aemond

as always he wakes up before you. the sunlight slowly makes its way into your room and aemond opens his eye with a frown on his face. he doesn't like waking up this early all the time, but it's a inevitable habit of his because he works too much.

he looks at you, sleeping next to him soundly, white sheets wrapped around your waist. visions of last night come to him slowly, you on top of him, under him, next to him; relieving all the tension you have, coming around him, trying to make him understand how much you love him. he teases you, try to make you come as many times as you want, you kiss him, your nails on his back as you mark him yours.

you must be exhausted after last night, he thinks. his good girl. he brings his long, elegant fingers to your hair; absent-mindedly playing with your soft locks. he tries to enjoy this stolen moments, too early in the morning, he can see and admire how beautiful you look with the sunlight on your body. he doesn't want to leave your bed, your warmth that he loves so much. he can stay here a little more he thinks, it's still early for responsibilities.

he holds you closer, you make soft noises as his arms cover you. slowly, you open your eyes, your back leans into his muscular chest. you can feel him behind you and sleep leaves your body as you teasingly touch his half hard cock with your ass. he brings his hand to your lower abdomen and pulls you closer. your breathing quickens as you feel him between your legs. you want to keep teasing him as he did to you last night, but it's so sweet to have this friction on your slightly wet cunt. you move back and forth again, try to make him believe you're still asleep. he whispers to your ear,

"i know you're awake, sweet girl."

you pretend not to hear him, softly mumbling sleepy words. you move again, having him trapped between your legs.

"the first thing you do in the morning is teasing me, hmm? my perfect girl. go ahead, pretend you're asleep and use me for your pleasure."

you sigh, sleepy but awake. he holds you closer again, moves his fully hard cock between your thighs. you don't like this position, you want all of him inside you. you know he doesn't give you what you want when you pretend you're asleep. you have to reveal your awakeness for the sweet release you want.

"still not giving up? i know you want this my love, turn around and open your eyes for me."

with a swift movement, you are on top of him, your nails are on his chest.

"you want me awake? i'm sure that can be arranged."

"there you are, my wild girl. what will you do now, hmm?"

you have a fake pout on your face, he thinks you look incredibly charming when you do that. you have the control of him, he loves it.

"i wanted to feel you, but you're a stubborn man, not giving me what i want."

"wrong. i always give you what you want, only not when you tease me."

you move your hands lower, to the center of his desire. he doesn't stop you, wants you to touch him, to control him the way you need. you lick the palm of your hand and take his cock in your hand stroking him.

"you like this, my love?"

"fuck, yes." he hisses. "just like that."

you keep stroking him with your fingers, you know how he likes you to touch him, you memorized every sensitive spot on his body through your relationship. leaning into his chest, you let him feel your teeth around his nipples or on the soft spot between his neck and his shoulder. he groans, arching his back to you.

"i'm going to come if you keep doing that."

"that's the point of it my love, let yourself have this pleasure."

you move your hand faster around him, his breathing quick and impatient. you feel how close he is, he is moments away from relaxing. finally, one last touch of your fingers and he comes around your fingers with a soft groan. he looks gorgeous like this, his face without that stern look he has for everyone and his body is limp under you. you are deeply in love with him, it feels like your heart is clenching for him and the way he looks right now.

"you look perfect my love." you say with a smile on your face.

"i believe you with that baby." he touches your thighs and brings his hand between your legs.

"you are so wet from giving pleasure to me, aren't you?"

you lead his fingers inside you. one finger, then two. moving on top of him while his fingers are inside you.

"it's not enough, aemond please."

"shh, beautiful. let me help."

he lays you under him, you look exquisite with all the sunshine inside the room. he watches the way your breasts move with your quick breath. he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and bruising it in a perfectly painful way. you hold his platinum hair, pull him closer to your breast. his fingers are on your other nipple, giving you the attention just the right way. his fingertips are on your skin, moving down to your cunt. he finds your clit, pressing it, you are already sensitive and his fingers on your clit are your favorite. you get wetter, like it's possible, coating his fingers.

"please, inside me now."

"so demanding. be patient baby girl."

"i didn't tease you, that's not fair."

he chuckles darkly, and you realize he is hard again. first, you feel him on your thigh, then on your cunt. he is inside you in one swift movement. you moan his name, arching your back and holding on to his neck. he holds you and pulls you on top of him as he sits down on bed. you desperately kiss his lips, moaning as he suddenly hits your g-spot.

"yes, yes so good."

"come on baby, just like that. you look so good on top of me."

you keep moving, grinding on him, love the way his cock hits on that perfect spot inside you.

"i'm so close, so close aemond."

he smiles, kisses you, and helps you move.

"this is perfect isn't it? you are so tight around me, so wet."

"aemond, faster please. i want it faster."

"as you wish my love."

he lays you on bed again, moving faster and harder inside you, feels how you get even tighter around his cock. it takes three more thrusts for you to moan his name deeply and arching your back to him. holding on to him as you come, your eyes closed and tears of pleasure come down on your cheeks. he kisses your lips as his second orgasm hits him. he comes between your tighs, falling on top of you. breathing heavily, he holds you in his arms, kissing your hair and your tear-covered cheeks.

"how do you feel, my love?"

"perfectly exhausted. i don't want to leave this bed, aemond."

"then stay here baby, i'll be right back."

he leaves the bed, goes to the bathroom and cleans himself with a soft towel. bringing another towel to bed for you, he makes you spread your legs and cleans you as well, taking the dirty sheets with him, puts everything into the washing machine. he puts on a clean underwear and sweatpants.

fixing his hair quickly, he goes to kitchen, preparing two cups of coffee just the way you like. he puts the coffee mugs on your nightstand, helps you wear a clean underwear and one of his t-shirts. he hands you the coffee mug and smiles, adoring his beautiful girl.

he loves to have all your mornings just like this one, sunlight fills your room, the time for your classes in university and his works in the office approaches, both of you satisfied and relaxed. he confesses his love for you, as you drink your coffee, kisses your lips once more and all ready for a busy day.

Keep Out

Summary: modern!Aemond takes his girlfriend home with him for the semester break over summer. He had already forgotten that he barely got any peace and quiet in his old room.

Wordcount: 1.717

Warnings: tiny smuttish part, but also not really, mentions of an unwanted lap dance, lots and lots of fluff

Present

They heard something rumbling loudly against the door. "Urgh. Fuck. Aemond?" shouted Aegon through the door.

(Y/n) laughed silently and shook an equally smirking Aemond, who was lying on her stomach.

2 months before

Aemond was unusually nervous for his ratio. He had never brought anyone home before. It was unusual. He felt strangely naked, as she paced around his room, looking at the books and posters from his school days.

When a grin appeared on her face, he knew immediately what was coming.

"Aha!" She pulled the CD case from the shelf and held it up triumphantly. "I knew it!",she grinned at him.

He just rolled his eyes and put the My Chemical Romance CD back in its place. "Behave.", was all he said.

Her smile softened. Her arms gently wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

"Close the door! Would you?", they heard someone laugh. None other than Aegon stood in the doorway and grinned at them both. "We don't want mummy to think you're promiscuous."

"Wow. That was a difficult word for you.", Aemond replied in a calm voice, but (Y/n) could see the tension in his jaw.

"At least I'm not a twenty-year-old virgin.", Aegon rolled his eyes and walked away again.

(Y/n) scratched his neck reassuringly. "So this is Aegon?"

He grumbled in agreement, annoyed.

"You exaggerated a bit with his hair. I was almost expecting a half bald head.", she turned his mind to another topic, knowing full well that he was largely uncomfortable with the subject of sex.

"You didn't see him after rehab. He was close."

She laughed lightly.

He lay relaxed on the bed. (Y/n) half beneath him. His head lay on her chest and he savoured the delicate fingers, as they ran over his scalp and through his long strands.

Sleeptoken was playing softly in the background, but he focussed more on her heartbeat, which he could now hear so clearly.

His eyes had fallen shut at the caresses, his breathing was calm and deep.

Everything was beautiful. Everything was good. Everything-

"Aemond we - Oh sorry."

Both their gazes shot in the direction of the roughly flung open door. His mum stood in the doorway, a little embarrassed. "We'll order something from the Italian. Please come downstairs... And put a shirt on Aemond!"

He dropped his face into the crook of her neck and groaned in annoyance. "I should have taken a hotel.", he grumbled.

She kissed his temple. "Just locking up is cheaper, I think."

"We don't have to.", she explained quietly.

Aemond shook his head. "I want to try it.", he admitted, still looking nervous. "But only on you for now.", he confessed quickly.

She stroked his hair. "Okay."

"You sure?"

She nodded with a smile.

Aemond cleared his throat. He had come a long way since he was a boy and a teenager, but the memory of that night was still so present.

Aegon had dragged him along to his birthday. He doesn't know what he'd expected, but it hadn't been a stripper.

He and his friends had cheered her on as she danced on Aemonds lap. He had never felt so overwhelmed und uncomfortable. The fact that he had come in his pants less than two minutes later had, of course, taken the mockery to the extreme.

They had bawled and Aemond had simply run away until he could lock himself in the bathroom, where he washed himself three times in a row in an attempt to wash off the shame.

"Hey." He felt her hand on his cheek. He pulled himself from his memory. "It's just me here. No one else." She smiled so warmly at him again. And she was right. The rest of his family was gone tonight, except for Haelena. But she rarely left her bugs voluntarily anyway.

He nodded, but still buried his face briefly on her shoulder. "Can I?," he asked, stroking her waistband with his fingers.

She nodded with a smile.

He carefully slipped his hand under the elasticated fabric and immediately came across the top of her panties. He looked at her questioningly again. She simply nodded. His fingers travelled deeper. He felt light stubble and took in the slightly scratchy feeling beneath his fingertips. He drew a few exploratory circles.

"Does that bother you?", she asked a little hesitantly, but he immediately shook his head.

"Not at all."

He let his fingers wander deeper until he felt what he was looking for. He groped around a little awkwardly and blindly. Searching for what he had already read about. She tenderly pushed her hand towards his. Grasped his fingers and brought them into position. She calmly showed him how to move them. He followed her with concentration.

She sighed slightly and withdrew her hand again. He tried himself out. Experimented. Memorised what caused which reaction.

And he realised, that this was okay. It was even kind of nice. It was-

The door to his room opened again. Helaena poked her head into the room. She didn't pay any attention to the situation of the two of them, frantically trying to present themselves in a more socially acceptable manner.

"Helaena!", shouted Aemond reprovingly.

She looked absolutely neutral in return. "Have you seen my Tarantula? She's run off."

"Your what?", asked (Y/n) immediately in alarm.

"My Tarantula. She-"

"Rethorical question.", explained Aemond immediately. "And no."

"Okay."

The door closed again.

"Please tell me that Tarantula is the name of your cat."

"Don't worry about it. The creature is ancient. It probably just turned to dust."

"Found her!", Heelena shouted from the corridor.

"Great.", Aemond called back, only slightly annoyed.

(Y/n) was still sitting tensely on his bed. "What do you say we-"

"Chinese or Thai?" he asked.

"Chinese."

"I'll just wash my hands and get the car.", he explained and stood up humbly. Would he ever have a quiet evening in this house?

"I love you.", she called after him tensely.

"Love you too.", he called back with a sigh. 

They made out violently. She was sitting on his old desk and had her legs wrapped around his hips like a snake.

His centre kept twitching slightly forward. His family was gone, even his sister, and the damn door was locked.

Aemond pressed himself against her even more than he already did. His hands wandered under her top. His lips broke away from hers and travelled to her neck. He was ready. He was sure. He felt comfortable with her. He wanted this.

"To bed?", he asked, slightly out of breath.

She nodded eagerly. "Please.", she sighed. He lifted her from the table and carried her towards the bed. She took off her own top and threw it somewhere. He did the same.

She was already sitting down on the mattress and pushed herself into the middle of it, when Aemond tried to get out of his trousers.

He lay down on top of her. Their lips met. He sighed, when he felt her hands on his bare back.

He was just sliding his hands into the waistband of her trousers when he heard the click of the lock. He frantically threw half of the blanket over (Y/n) to cover her body as his grandfather stood in the doorway.

He looked at them both in astonishment.

"Excuse me.", he nodded briefly to (Y/n). "Otto Hightower. The grandfather." He introduced himself impassively.

"Hello." (Y/n) waved back, overwhelmed.

"You still have my encyclopaedia.", he explained, turning to Aemond.

He looked at him perplexed. "Couldn't you have just called me?"

Otto just raised an eyebrow. "The book, Aemond.", he demanded.

Aemond stood up angrily, took the book from the shelf and pressed it into his grandfather's hand.

"Could we have some privacy now, please?"

Otto just waved him off. "But don't get her pregnant. We don't need any more complaints like your brother's."

He didn't even look at them again. He simply left the house.

Aemond breathed in and out in a controlled manner.

He turned round with a jerk and pulled his trousers back on.

"Aemond, it's all-"

"Get dressed. We're driving."

"Driving? Where?"

"To a hotel.", he explained curtly and held out her top.

(Y/n) looked at him in surprise. "So we're not stopping?", she asked, half teasingly, half cheerfully.

Aemond looked at her insistently. "Not if you don't want to."

She smiled. "Let's go then."

The night was mild. Mild enough that they didn't try to put as much distance between them as possible. Just touching fingers or knuckles.

No. Aemond had snuggled up to her chest and (Y/n) held him in a relaxed grip.

They both lingered in the land of dreams, knowing that the door was locked and the key was still in it.

They had had their peace and quiet all evening. No one had gotten on their nerves. Aemond had snuggled up to her as he usually only did in his own flat. A place where no one could go without his permission. The key in the lock wasn't the highend security system in his flat, but it reassured him enough.

Even in his dreams, he still had the feeling that he had finally triumphed when he was suddenly and rudely torn from this world.

A loud, breaking sound rang out. The sound crashed into the room like a bang.

And with the noise, Aegon smashed in too.

"Oaaa! Fuck!", he exclaimed, annoyed, then he laughed clearly drunk.

Aemond and (Y/n) immediately sat upright in bed. (Y/n) looked perplexed at Aegon.

Aemond looked at the hole in the wall that had once been his door, now lying as splinters of wood on the floor.

"I didn't get the curve.", Aegon laughed, still on the floor. "Sorry little brother."

Present

"Stable.", (Y/n) stated, when she had her laughter under control again.

"Steel core with a security lock. Standard for banks.", explained Aemond relaxed.

He firmly grabbed her hand, which she had withdrawn during her fit of laughter, and put it back on his head.

"Don't stop.", he just sighed and closed his eye again. A slight smile played around his lips.

She kissed the top of his head with a smile and complied.

It's giving modern au where the greens go on vacation after viserys died

THEY ARE SO CUNTY I LOVE IT