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"we have aemond targaryen at home"
aemond targaryen at home:
"we have aemond targaryen at home"
aemond targaryen at home:
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aemond targaryen at home:
Now i hope this is not against any of your rules (i trued sorrry if i got it wrong).
But inagine. Like in those historical chinese pr turkish dramas. A harem au.
Lets go w reader for this one loooolll. Being thr queen. And aegon 2, aemond, daemond, both maegors as all the men in her harem. The fughting the dramaaa
This is so interesting 😁
Exception is hot men in your harem who are wholeheartedly loyal to you and give you the best pleasures and comfort....reality is probably catty men with big egos who fight for your full attention and favor, not to mention all the testosterone... 😅
Daemon would totally start the drama and trigger some chaos just to show you how useless the rest are. Aemond is very vocal about hating Daemon but would secretly take notes and cause even more drama...if it gets bad he will blame it on Daemon. Thing is Daemon knows how to control the chaos, Aemond doesn't "how was i supposed to know it will be such a big issue?"
Aegon is probably just happy to be there. He is needy at times but cherishes every moment with you. And he brags a lot. You spend one night with him and he won't shut up for a month. Secretly enjoys all the drama, but gets "oh shit!" when somehow he gets involved without his own knowledge
Maegor is confident and he doesn't need to scheme anything. He knows his worth and he knows he has a special place in your heart. But he does show off. Tourneys and all are his playground and others are just collateral.
Maegor ii is very cunning. He is like the annoying concubine in the harem who is secretly the real villain but is very loyal to you, his queen. He never gets caught and he uses people for his gain, maybe even killed a few.
They are Targ men, they all have killed someone at one point.
Imagine all of them at a feast or something. Giving backhand compliments to each other. Subtly pointing out flaws. There is definitely a cup of wine with poison in that room.
Also imagine all of them pleasuring you at the same time. There is one thing they all have in common...it's you. They all love you and would do anything for you
vhagar: i didn't understand why dragons care so much about their dumb riders until i got one for myself. vhagar, gesturing to baby aemond: i've had this little blond bitch for a day and a half and if anything happened to him i'd kill everyone in westeros and then myself
jace, after the dinner: why are you following me? helaena: we're friends now! jace: that's fine, but why is aemond also following me helaena: well, you see- aemond: we're a package deal, bitch. jace: but don't you hate- aemond: PACKAGE. DEAL.
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Just a quick sketch. Never drawn Aemond before, but I've seen people draw him curly, and I love drawing long hair so...
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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Got me giggling, blushing, screaming, twirling my hair, kicking my feet in the air
almost every sketch so far 🫴
i am very normal about this man
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hey my loves, my ask box keeps on emptying itself I think it’s a glitch but i’d love some requests to complete<3 I write for Aemond and Aegon at the moment.
Compensation | Aemond Targaryen
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Summary: Your husbands brother takes over.
Warnings: Smut, dub-con??, reader doesnt know its Aemond, cheating, fingering, oral f!receiving, valyrian (translated), fun times!
Pairings: Aemond x f!reader, Aegon x f!reader (not rlly lol)
AN: sorry for disappearing, thought I'd give you guys a little sumn to rectify it.
You do not know how you got here. You felt as if the marriage between you and Aegon had gone stale. He had returned to his ways of whoring- you were certain of it. But you didn’t have the heart to confront him, how could you? His sweet and dutiful wife, he would surely strike you where you stand.
Yet as the morning air circulated through the chambers you and Aegon shared, there was a warm tongue lapping at your aching core. In your drowsy state, your hand gripped the cold sheets beside you, unable to process that if Aegon were there, the sheets would’ve been warm.
Too lost in the throes of pleasure to realise the hair in between your nimble fingers was not curly. Head falling back against the pillow, a thick and throaty moan spilled from your lips. Oh, it had been so long since your body had felt pleasure. You were beginning to forget how it felt.
His tongue trailed from your aching hole up to your clit, which twitches as the feeling of release builds up within your belly. God, had it been so long that you were going to peak as fast? Or is Aegon just more skilful nowadays? You did not get the chance to think any further, his tongue stiffening to attack your clitoris with a newfound pressure, slowly licking it, as if to prohibit your release.
Your teeth bite at the skin of your bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut as a desperate moan escape once your teeth relent. Tears begin forming, the pleasure hurling to you at an intensity you swear was ungodly.
“Oh, fuck!” Your voice comes out ragged, immediately following it a slow whine, with that whine, the stress of the last month left with it. The peak sent electricity up your spine, washing over you extraordinarily, your head feeling fuzzy and euphoric as your husbands’ tongue continues its assault on your clit, until he knows you are well and truly finished.
“Did your husband not teach you its unladylike to swear?” A voice came, and your heartbeat impossibly fast as your body pulled away, sitting up against your headboard, away from the warm body.
“Aemond?” A hum elicited from his mouth, the same mouth that had just engorged your pussy as if it was his last meal. “Aegon told me that he wasn’t going to bother pleasing you anymore,” Aemond spoke sternly, now moving up so you could see his face, the barely still lit candle illuminating the detailing on his eyepatch, and the scar that peaked from above it.
“So, I didn’t think he would mind if I did the job for him,” he added, and you could not deny how your pussy pulsed once more, a new wetness gathering in between your thighs. “A-Aemond.” You began, but he cut you off once more. “And by the sounds of it, I did the job better than he did.”
“You don’t know that.” You sputtered, and he gave you an incredulous look.
“Oh, ñuha doru-borto riña. ao gīmigon bona nyke kostilus ao sȳrkta than ziry mirre gōntan.” Aemonds rough voice that was somehow so smooth at the same time cut through the air like ice. Yet it was not in your mother tongue, you understood it all the same. ‘Stupid girl... you know that I please you better than he ever did.’
Your mouth dried out. “Aemond.” Your voice a warning, to both him and to yourself, why did him speaking Valyrian have to make your cunt flutter so?
“Tepagon isse, byka mēre.” Give in, little one. Aemond leant over your body, which was pressed against the headboard, his eyes dart down to your lips, which a red, on the border of bleeding from earlier. His tongue darts out to wet his own lips, and the sight makes your body weaken, alongside your resolve. “Tepagon isse,” give in.
Your wide, conflicted eyes bore into his one remaining lilac eye, which seemed to know your thoughts, your very being. You let yourself be distracted by his face- even for just a second. Yet that lead to your lips being pressed harshly against his, hand wrapping into the silver gold hair that you admired so much even before tonight. His hand moved and groped at your tits, while your free one moved to his trousers, unlacing them with little to no struggle.
Aemond sat up on his knees, letting you work on the laces, meanwhile he stripped himself of the leather cloak on his shoulders and the shirt gone with it.
“Please, take me before I change my mind.” You mutter, ridding him of the trousers as he pulled them from his legs. “Ask politely, in Valyrian.” His voice was nothing short of a demand, and you decided to swallow your pride, just this once.
“Gūrogon nyke, kostilus.” Take me, please. Your stumbly voice came out, unsure of your pronunciation still, but its good enough for him. His long and slender finger made its way to trace your slit, pushing its way into your pussy, ensuring its wet enough for him.
Once he decided it was, he began stroking his cock leisurely. It was long, unlike Aegon’s. Aemonds tip was a pink that contrasted the pale skin of his shaft, which looked strained, veins visible. Your mouth watered at the sight, your hand replacing his as you jerked him, leading him towards your entrance as you did so, pushing the tip of him in.
You slowly slid so he got further inside, your head falling back on the pillow, the pleasure laced pain was almost too much for you already. Aemonds hair fell by the sides of his face, as he waits for the nod you give him, and he begins thrusting. His one visible eye is hooded with pleasure as he snaps his hips tentatively. With each movement, he hit the spot inside of you that made your moans become slowly more shameless, the sight of him in pleasure gave you an immeasurable amount back.
“Qogralbar nyke alike iā live.” Fuck me alike a whore. The words are all the confirmation Aemond needs to lose control, his thrusts growing quicker and more forceful, his large hand moving to grab your throat, kissing you as he pounded you. Your moans emptied into his mouth, one of your hands going downwards to circle your clit, determined to reach your release.
He pulls back, putting both his hands on the headboard, the abrupt movements of his hips getting faster, his cheeks flushed and mouth ajar he groans softly. Your moans become more wanton as you get closer to your peak, and he is approaching his too.
“Māzigon lēda nyke.” Come with me. He didn’t have to say it twice as you tumbled over into your release, your nails scraping up his back with a long, drawn-out moan followed by whimpered swears. He came with you, his weight coming down on you but not fully as his thrusts slowed, his warm spend nestling itself within your womb.
As the minutes after your orgasm continued, you wandered what to do next, the only thoughts plaguing your mind were your good brother, and how he was infinitely a better lay than your husband.
sleeping beauty | aemond targaryen
warnings: somno, intense breath play, piv, pet names (bunny), aem superiority complex, non con, degredation, ooc,
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader
summary: Aemond decides he wants to experience you while you sleep.
a/n: need sum1 to call me bunny irl
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Aemond knows it’s wrong to take you while you sleep. But he knows you wouldn’t put up a fight if he were to decide to violate that boundary. He knows you’d play the dutiful wife, your body his to indulge in whenever he so pleased.
Aemond considered asking while you were awake, to have sex with him. But he wanted to try something new.
As you slept, he watched. His eyes attending to your breathing, waiting for it to slow. He’d deem when you were just deep enough into your slumber. That’s when he’d make his move, luckily, in his favour, you were wearing a lightweight shift to bed. He thanked the gods for making the night warn, otherwise you’d not have been vulnerable to his advances.
Aemond’s eyes settled on your chest, your breath had evened out, and your mouth lightly agape. His hand makes his way from under the furs to your thigh, sliding it up until the fabric of your shift bunches under his tentative hands, hiking it above your hips, nothing hiding your cunt from him.
Goosebumps rose on your flesh even as you slept, your body unable to resist him even in sleep. His cock is already hard from the feel of your soft skin, and the inviting warmth between your legs. While moving as little as possible, he frees his cock from constraint, his hand snaking its way to your clitoris, making careful and calculated circles around it.
“Mmnnh.” The first noise from you, a muffled sound of pleasure, stirring gently. He continued with the movement of his hand, but drifts it lower towards your vagina. His finger is covered in your slick, ready to take him.
His length is thin, but long, making it all the easier to push into your plush, velvet walls. A groan escapes his throat and he bottoms out. You stir again, and he moves a hair from your face to behind your ear. He wants to watch your sleeping face as he defiles you.
Aemonds thrusts start carefully, he puts his face against your head, breathing in your scent while muffling any noise he emits. “My bunnies little cunt takes me so well, even while she’s asleep.” He mumbles, his thrusts quickening to a safe pace while not completely restraining himself. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer before you woke.
Your pussy quivers around him from time to time, causing him to grunt. Hes mumbling incoherently, scanning over the details of your face as he takes you. “Good bunny,” he coos, soothing your sleeping form, thrusts becoming rougher, more sharp. “Such- such a little whore.” He stutters, his hand going to wrap around your throat, his hand fitting so perfectly around it.
He squeezed, resting just how far he could go. He used your throat as leverage to fuck you harder. You open your eyes groggily, panting and confused. “Aemond?”
“Shut up and take it, bunny.” Aemond hisses into your ear, his grip on your throat tightening. You have no choice but to listen to him. His tip roughly meets your spot, causing you to grip the blankets.
His hand leaves your throat to push your head down into the pillow, flipping you onto your stomach, he angles his cock back to your entrance and pushes in once more, his thrusts mad, looking at your sleepy, confused, cock drunk face.
“Gonna fill you up,” he pants, forcing your head further against the pillow, “Cum for me bunny,” his breathy voice comes again. You squirm, letting out a yelp of sorts, and he begins to pound faster, sending you over the edge, tears from the sheer force of his thrusts rise to your eyes, letting out a strangled cry as you come apart, pussy pulsing and acting as a vice around him.
“Good bitch,” he seethes, rolling his hips a few times more before they stutter, filling you deep with his seed. You lay there, your brain fucked dumb. Aemond leaves the bed, fetching a towel to wipe you down briefly, getting into the bed again wordlessly rolling over. He falls asleep soon thereafter, and so do you.
QUESTION: HOW MANY PEOPLE WANT MORE TWISTED SELF-INSERT/MODERN CHARACTER INSERT FICS SET WITHIN WESTEROS?
I've tried to find them on fanfiction sites, and it's hard to find good ones. Especially with female lead's who take advantage of their modern knowledge and stuff.
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