#𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. 𝐃 — about

[divinitics]

— announcing her grace, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚 of house targaryen. the unfortunate daughter.

BASICS

birth name: daenaera targaryen nickname: daena title: princess of westeros monikers: starmaiden (in fear), little rhaena (scornfully) age: twenty and nine gender & pronouns: cis woman & she + her orientation: heterosexual status: unwed & betrothed to lord willas rowan of goldengrove spoken language(s): common, high valyrian accent: clear and soft, deceptively sweet and natural. a very typically posh westerosi accent. basically what ever the rp / bbc pronunciation version of westeros is.

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: elle fanning ethnicity: valyrian height: 175 cm build: willowy, lithe hair: old valyrian blonde - silver eyes: bright lilac distinguishing features: rounded, cherubic features that greatly mismatched its sharp movements, as well as high, perpetually pink cheeks scent: fresh, sharp citrus and eucalyptus. light, and not heady in deep florals. her hair specifically smells of lavender.

MIND / PERSONALITY

spoken language(s): common, high valyrian intelligence: thoroughly bright, through sheer will alone. she took to her political & historical studies with almost frantic spite. moral alignment: lawful evil mbti: entj — the commander temperament: choleric heavenly virtue: diligence deadly sin: pride, greed, envy godly parents: nike & phoebe character inspirations: rhaenys targaryen ( fire & blood / hotd tv series ), lucrezia borgia ( history ), livia drusilla ( domina ), empress catherine ( the great ), antigone ( antigone ).

DRIVES

religion: faith of the seven — although her lack of belief is clearly visible as a clear gossamer veil alliance: the targaryens personal goals: to keep the targaryen rule strong and powerful, to safeguard the stability and rule of their family family vs power: to her, both are intrinsically linked. she is currently incapable of separating them.

FAMILY

mother: queen rhaena targaryen — it's complicated / antagonistic father: king consort leyton hightower — strained, he believes her ambition is dangerous brother: rhaeys, prince of dragonstone — mostly positive, she believes in him above all else as the continuation of their family's rule. although she did not appreciate his besmirching of their family's name, it is impossible for her to truly hate him. good sister: catraena, princess of dragonstone — simply put, she dislikes the mess she brought to the family, it had put them into a position of reproach. however, they are now family, and daenaera will not allow anything to touch her family. brother: aerys, prince of summerhall — tba brother: daeron, prince-commander of the faith militants — tba brother: prince calyx targaryen — the closest to her, the most similar to her, they share in schemes and whispering in shadows. she feels oddly protective of him, even if he is a man grown. he will always be her little brother. sister: princess viserra targaryen — she dotes on her more than she'd care to admit. everything that the elder dragon experienced was something she wanted not to touch little viserra. her sister is a true targaryen, and would have never done anything wrong <3

DRAGON

name: celaellis nickname: the swift silver age: young adult colour: silver-grey scales with white accents physical traits: medium-sized, slender, sharp-winged with talons personality: reckless like daenaera, extremely excited to go out and fly — she's been cooped up for over 30 years after all !

AESTHETICS

a beautiful face, so much like her mother; the curse of a golden tongue and a swift gaze that could see through all — hated for sins she had no part performing, feared for the valyrian looks that had once brought down great houses and mighty fortresses; the curse of being a woman, a daughter, the fear of the second coming of a crimson rain that remain on the forefront of the memories of most; why couldn’t she be a son? why couldn’t she more resemble her father? mistakes upon mistakes made before her birth but placed at her feet; but dragonsblood remained roaringly strong — a fearsome reminder in sharp lilac eyes — she will not whimper and fade for the sins of a mother.

BIOGRAPHY

the realm seemed to have stood still when queen rhaena birthed her first daughter. it was too soon after the devastation, far too soon after all the death for a little targaryen girl. the septons grumbled and sighed as little daenaera grew up beautiful, a spitting image of her mother's visage; the very image of a targaryen princess with her long silvery hair and daring lilac gaze. it was unfortunate, perhaps, that although the dragon egg in her crib never hatched — one single trip to the dragonpit had the little thirteen year old princess irrevocably bonded with grey-scaled young dragon that was hatched in the crib of another dragon princess, the cousin she would never know: princess visenya of dragonstone. the true heir of the true heir, queen rhaena's eldest brother's eldest child — daenaera tried not to look quite so smug. she called the beautiful thing celaellis, and took to the skies under the tutelage of her uncle: lord lucerys targaryen of castamere, for the queen had scarcely ridden her own steed, much less desired to allow her children to do so. but daenaera took to the skies with fearless recklessness, even as the queen thundered and seethed at her impudence, there was very little that could stop the dragon princess from doing as she will. so very like her many ancestors. queen rhaena had attempted to force piety on her daughter from a young age — shutting her away with the maesters and septas until she felt like screaming. little daenaera felt frustration growing within her like an old friend, and channelled it all to words — asking her maesters probing questions that they could not answer, and demanding explanation for things deemed far too crass for a princess to know. they gave up, eventually, and daenaera had sat in on her brothers' lessons for as long as she was able. of course, her brother aemond had not approved — he was far too much their mother's son to encourage her so-called 'rebellion'. daenaera grew up wilful and headstrong, far too cunning for her own good — quite possibly the absolute opposite of what queen rhaena wanted for a daughter. she knows power, yearns for it, and thoroughly despised her mother for ruining the targaryen influence by holding on to useless caution. her fingers continue to reach further and further out for something more and more, dragonsblood coursed through her veins; she knows the targaryen name will be saved and remain stronger still with her at the helm.

CONNECTIONS HIGHLIGHTS

lady regent arianne regent nee royce ( @tideburn ) : her closest confidant, the older sister she never had. they share the same intellectual pursuits, and understood each other in a way daenaera thought she would never be understood. however, the shadow of arianne's late husband loomed large in their midst, they do not dare voice their true opinions lest their sisterhood would not be able to stand the heavy burden. lord willas rowan of goldengrove ( @romanceur ) : her betrothed, chosen by her mother and was treated as a 'reward' for the former hand's loyalty and friendship with the queen. she never thought much of him before, mainly since willas was mainly stationed in goldengrove, however, she found herself being impressed by his resilience and his gall. only time could tell if this tenuous alliance would stand the burdens of ambition. lord sinan martell of sunspear ( @hamartialed ) : ????, it started as a mission of diplomacy ( moreso her own mission in trying to find the true temperature of rivalry between the dornish siblings ), that ended in something nebulous. they fell into bed one night pretending that it was for the sake of unearthing information, and it continued longer than either of them would like. an impossible situation.

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 || 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

⇢ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 18+/smut || Minors DNI || fem!reader

⇢ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 4.1k (I got a bit carried away with this one)

⇢ 𝐀/𝐍 - Haven't been able to get this smug lil man out of my head since the finale. I thought I was going to be a Harwin girl all the way, yet here I am writing for Aemond first. Absolutely used Alys Rivers as inspiration while writing this - I adore her.

Huge shout out to my incredible beta reader @larys-strong, thank you for putting up with my antics and my asoiaf/hotd obsession. That being said I haven't written in a while (especially smut), so please be kind with my takes. Any feedback is very much appreciated! εïз

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

 ღ┆ Aemond doesn’t have the most dutiful bedside manner when you first start sleeping together. He’s not used to having someone else to care for - typically only concerned about his own pleasure. But as he begins to realize just how much he cares for you that will all change. 

ღ┆ Placing soft kisses over any bruises he’s inflicted - silently apologizing for any lingering pain he’s caused. Rare moments of tenderness from a man with a reserved, serious demeanor.

ღ┆ Finding solace in your embrace - he won’t care to admit it out loud but his favorite moments are those spent held in your arms. Head resting comfortably on your chest while you run your fingers through his long hair - soothing away his worries.

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𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

ღ┆ Aemond’s quite aware of his good looks, even with his scarred face. Body lean and muscled after years of sword training - a fine tuned instrument for battle. He’s quite fond of his hands, loving how deft and nimble they are while wielding his dagger. Or when buried deep between your legs working at your center.

ღ┆ Your body is like a sacred temple to him - one he savors exploring over and over. Discovering every single piece you have to offer and committing each part to memory. He’s particularly fond of your breasts. How full they look pressed in your tight dresses, spilling out with each breath taken. How they feel when he has you in his hands, soft and supple. The sounds you make when he takes one in his mouth, flicking the raised nub with his tongue.

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𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

ღ┆ Loves marking you with his cum. How it looks pooling on your stomach, dripping down your thighs, shooting onto your face - his possessive nature is to thank for that. Loves seeing you eager and wanting for him, it triggers something primal deep within him. 

ღ┆ At first he will fight against every instinct he has to keep from finishing in you. The burdens of his royal blood are a constant reminder of his responsibilities and expectations. A bastard child is not something he’d particularly wish to bring into the world. It will take some reassurance but he’ll eventually see that you’re committed to him and willing to take that risk - moon tea is only one call away after all.

ღ┆ Without question he’s going to work at you until you’re fully dripping. He gets such satisfaction from knowing he’s the one causing your pleasure. Teasing you if you get worked up too quickly, secretly loving how turned on you get from him.

ღ┆ “Someone was eager for me tonight, hmm?”

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𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬)

ღ┆ He might secretly deny it but he enjoys being dominated by you. Relinquishing any sort of control that was once his while you have your way with him. Vocalizing what you’re planning on doing to him - how you’re going to treat him and have your way with him. He’s never quite as spent as he is on the nights you take the lead.

ღ┆ Fantasizes about taking you in the dragon pit. It’s a place of power to him and he loves the thought of pleasuring you up against one of the tall stone pillars - torches casting light over your bodies as they flicker. The danger involved only adding to the sense of urgency felt by the both of you.

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𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

ღ┆ Experienced enough to know what he’s doing, but he’s had a relatively few number of previous partners - and even fewer true romantic relationships. He’s usually more content with getting himself off and not having to worry about needless chatting or feelings that tend to surface with relationships. He desires someone more independent - not wanting to be bothered with fickle women who are only interested in him for his royal blood.

ღ┆ That being said he would be incredibly turned on if you took control in the bedroom. The idea of being with someone who has more experience than him excites him. Someone who’s not afraid to take charge and knows exactly what it is she wants from him. He’d be happy to let you take the reins every once in a while.

ღ┆ "You always fuck me so good. You ought to be proud to be my girl."

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𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

ღ┆ Cowgirl - Nothing is sexier to him than getting to watch you ride him and chase your own pleasure on his cock. Your thighs would fill his hands as he held onto you, occasionally running up your front to grab your breasts while you rode him. He’d shift his grip to your hips when he got close, not being able to help himself from thrusting up into you while pulling you down to meet him.

ღ┆ Doggy-style - When he’s feeling more dominant he’ll prefer this. Getting a front row view of your ass while he pounds into you from behind - his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit as he works. In a rush he’d take you over a dresser or table, your skirts hastily hiked up around your waist - allowing him immediate access. 

ღ┆ Blow Job - Plain and simple - Aemond loves getting his dick sucked by you. The expert way your hand works at him before bringing yourself to your knees in front of him. Giving small, teasing licks to the tip while you look up at him from beneath your lashes. Tease him like that long enough and he may just lose restraint and take matters into his own hands. Hand knotting in your hair as he fucks your eager mouth.

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𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Quite serious for the most part - Aemond is an intense lover. Making love to you is something he takes very seriously. He’s a very passionate man and when he gets time alone with you he wants to express that to you. He can be a bit teasing at times if the situation permits it, but he’s always 100% focused on the task at hand. 

ღ┆ If you’re feeling a bit playful he might indulge you, especially if alcohol was had beforehand. But afterwards you can usually get him to loosen up and let his guard down. He’ll recount the humorous things that happened earlier in the day - complaining about the lords and ladies of the court. 

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𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ He’s Targaryen royalty, he’s going to be well groomed and cleanly. He has a fine trail of hair on his otherwise smooth abdomen leading down to his crotch. Nothing too wild, he keeps himself neatly groomed.

ღ┆ In the midst of your passions you often find yourself reaching up to undo the tie in his hair - fingers running through his long strands holding him to you, your hand knotted securely at the back of his head. His long blond hair tickling you as it drapes over your neck and chest.

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𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

ღ┆ Getting Aemond to vocalize his feelings for you can be difficult at first - but that’s not to say that he isn’t interested. As you learn more about each other you’ll find that what first started out as physical attraction has shifted into something more. What was once an outlet for lustful passion now a deep connection that both of you have come to seek comfort in.

ღ┆ His love towards you is shown in the light kisses he places over your face and neck. When he’s especially worked up words will evade him and his love will be expressed in soft grunts and pants in your ear. Praising your body with his hands as they roam and seek to map every square inch of you.

ღ┆ One of the more intimate things you’ve had transpire is the removal of his eyepatch when you’re together - a vulnerability he allows with you after some time together. There’s a gentle tenderness shared between the both of you the first time you reach up and unlace the cover. His brief hesitation before submitting to your touch a reminder of the pain he still holds - though the wound has long since healed.

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𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

ღ┆ After first meeting you he found his thoughts drifting ever more often to those of you - unable to keep his thoughts away from those of you and your body. Cursing his imagination for sabotaging his usual composure.

ღ┆ Eventually those thoughts started creeping in while he took care of his needs. The feel of your sweet lips on his, the swell of your breasts filling his hands as he holds you, the sounds you’d make as he grazed your wet center.

ღ┆Loves thinking about your hand easing between your legs working on yourself while thoughts of him flood your mind. How slick and wet your hand would feel as you writhe beneath your own touch. On occasion he’ll ask you to touch yourself while he watches - his intense gaze finding yours for a moment of shared passion.

ღ┆ "You drive me so crazy when you're like this, so needy."

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𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

ღ┆ Praise kink - An obvious one - after a lifetime of being put down even the smallest amount of praise will have this man eating out of the palm of your hand. Tell him how good he feels inside you - how big he is and how well he fucks you. Encouraging words like this will leave him weak, and he’ll finish relatively quickly if you’re not careful.

ღ┆ Edging - Be prepared for what he has in store. Knowing you desire him and want him is the biggest turn on for Aemond. The sweet sound of your voice begging for him while he repeatedly denies you release. He’s going to be sure to work you until you’re completely spent - only allowing you to finish once he’s had his fill of your pleading.

ღ┆ Size Kink - Not so much a kink he has, but rather one he looks for in a partner. Something about hearing you express how full you make him feel, how large he is, drives him mad. Vocalizing how he makes you feel also plays into that aforementioned praise kink.

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𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨)

ღ┆ Nothing beats the intimacy of his chambers. Bending you over a table, a lazy fuck on the couch, the possibilities are endless. 

ღ┆ He’s known to take you wherever you happen to be when the moment arises. In a secluded corridor that someone (hopefully) won’t walk down. Hastily lifting your skirts and taking you right there in the hall. Or in the training grounds when everyone else has gone inside for the evening and you search him out. Dirt soiling your dress as he lays you down, your attempts at moving to a more private area thwarted.

ღ┆ Once your relationship is more serious he’ll take you for rides on Vhagar. Landing the two of you in some secluded oasis, perfect for a day spent in your embrace.

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𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

ღ┆ Praise! Be vocal about what he’s making you feel. Tell him how good he is at fucking you - he is never going to get tired of it. There is little he isn’t willing to do if you’re begging him for it. Perhaps it’s something as simple as him being full of himself or more likely, it plays on his need to be wanted by someone - to be accepted for who he is.

ღ┆ Just seeing your figure throughout the day, knowing you’ll be crawling into his bed at night. Your loud moans echoing off the walls as he takes you - hands grasping at his shoulders pulling him to you. And if you decide to get on top and take things into your own hands? He’ll be praying he doesn’t finish too quick with all you have in store for him.

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𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

ღ┆ Degradation - Doesn’t do well with being degraded or harshly teased. A lifetime of jokes at his expense has taken its toll on him and he tends to shut down if it’s severe enough. However, he’d be open to degrading you if that’s something you’re into or comfortable with.

ღ┆ Threesome/Orgies - Aemond wouldn’t be comfortable sharing you with others - at least not when he isn’t the one pleasuring you. The thought of someone else having the privilege to give you pleasure wouldn’t sit well with him. He would need you to be his completely.

ღ┆ Overall he would be willing to try anything at least once if you expressed an interest in it. Anything that has the possibility of bringing you more pleasure is something he’s open to trying.

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𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Aemond’s a bit greedy and any occasion you offer your mouth to him he will graciously accept. Enjoying the power he feels when you are on your knees before him - worshiping him in a moment of silent devotion.

ღ┆ Slick with precum before you’ve even put your mouth to him, stroking him with skilled hands that know how to work him just the way he likes. His hands knotting in your hair when he’s close - holding you in place as he finishes with stuttered thrusts into your mouth. At times he’ll pull out to finish himself on your face, eyes watching his seed roll down over you.

ღ┆ Though he typically prefers to receive that’s not to say he wouldn’t return the favor for you as well. He’s not one to forget debts owed so be prepared for him to deliver in full. Mouth planting light kisses down your chest and stomach as he works his way down your body. His face finding your center - tongue working at your swollen nub with a steady, constant pressure that leaves you pressing into him, begging him for more.

ღ┆ "Hmmm, you taste so good on my tongue. And all this just for me?"

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𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ If he had a stressful day be prepared for fast and rough - using your body to relieve the tension that’s built up. He’d make his way to your room in search of respite - finding safe harbor in your body for the evening. Nights like these almost always end with you both going multiple rounds, unable to help yourselves or keep your hands from one another.

ღ┆ When less urgency is demanded your sessions can be long and drawn out - each of you taking your time in exploring the other. Slow and sensual kisses. Hands gliding over each other languidly in long, drawn out grazes that have you aching for more. Aemond’s slow, deep thrusts draw out your pleasure and leave you clinging to him, holding him as close as your bodies will allow.

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𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Often. The two of you are insatiable. Anytime you’re able to find a few fleeting moments alone your hands are instinctively reaching out for each other. Fingers lazily hooking together as you hurry through the halls in search of a hidden alcove. Sultry glances passing between the both of you, anticipating what’s to come. Hastily unhooking buttons, carelessly throwing pieces of clothing down in your wake.

ღ┆ Aemond has no regard for privacy. The thought of someone catching you two in the throes of passion is both a turn on and an encouragement. He wants others to know you’re his and what better way than by fucking you into the wall in hopes someone catches a glimpse. Your hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the moans that threaten to spill from your lips.

ღ┆ “Hush now, don’t want to give away our nice little spot do we?”

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𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Aemond the Kinslayer, rider of Vhagar, a risk taker? Risk taking is all this man knows. If there’s something you’d like to try he’s willing to give it a go. Experimentation and risk taking go hand in hand for him. If you have any kinks that you want to try out he’s all for it - anything that has a possibility of bringing you more pleasure is worthwhile for him.

ღ┆ Aemond’s not one for modesty - he enjoys showing off his possessions and by association includes you. He’s particularly fond of having his way with you in compromising positions, secretly hoping that someone finds you in the thralls of passion. Atop a balcony overlooking King’s Landing, behind a long forgotten tapestry - all are fair game with him.

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𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

ღ┆ Man has stamina for days. After years of training with a sword his endurance would be unparalleled. Blood of the dragon flows through his veins - there is a fire in him that’s ignited when he’s with you. One that burns only hotter with each moment you spend entwined.

ღ┆ After a particularly testing day he’d take you swiftly and be relentless in his strokes. Your legs shaking from exertion, bodies tangled together in the aftermath of your passions. Never pausing for too long before crawling back to indulge himself in you once again.

ღ┆ He finishes embarrassingly quick when your mouth is on him. After so long together you know how to work him in just the right way.

ღ┆ "It's going to be a short night if you keep that up. Gods."

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𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

ღ┆ Depending on what toys exist in the world of Westeros, Aemond would be game to using them. Once your relationship blossoms into something more than just physical attraction the idea of using toys would become a bit more intriguing to him.

ღ┆ Using restraints to tie your hands back as he as he teases you - denying you the release you so desperately crave. Hands involuntarily grasping at the air in search of some sort of footing as he works you. He loves having control of you in this position - blissed out and begging for any kind of salvation from his teasing.

ღ┆ A silky blindfold tied around your eyes, leaving you entirely at his mercy. The deprivation of your sight enhances your other senses and causes even the lightest of touches to feel as if flames are left on your skin in their wake. At times he’ll take it even further, using hot wax to make those feelings of flames ever closer to reality.

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𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

ღ┆ In public he’d whisper little jokes knowing that only you could hear him. Always finding the perfect insult to hurl at some unknowing recipient. Hoping to find something that would work in catching you off guard and crack your resolve in front of others.

ღ┆ But oh come ON, you just know he would be absolutely brutal with his teasing behind closed doors. We all know this man loves to instigate and in the bedroom he'd be no different. Quite possibly worse.

ღ┆ Relentless with his little quips, saying just about anything to see you flustered and blushing. Pushing you to your limit over and over to see you beg him for sweet release, not even minding how needy you sound. Working himself up while edging you over and over until you can't think straight you're so pent up. 

ღ┆ "Tell me what it is you want. I want to hear you beg for it. I want you to beg for me."

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𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ He’s usually pretty quiet and controlled, able to maintain his composure through most of your time together. As he gets closer and his resolve weakens he would start to let a few moans slip. Groaning into your ear as he finishes - your name a silent prayer released from his lips.

ღ┆ When you’re on top he’ll be at his most vocal - expressing his adoration for you while you’re in full view of him. If you work him especially well you can elicit more of those delicious sounds from his lips. His usual composed composition gone as you use his body to chase your own high.

ღ┆ Prefers to hear you and the gasps and sighs of pleasure that fall from your lips. Enjoys having you beg for him - drawing out those sweet words of desire from your lips. They give him the reassurance he seeks that you’re his and his alone. He’s a simple man, he needs to be needed and he wants others to know he’s the source of your pleasure.

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𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

ღ┆ You first catch Aemond’s eye while he is praticing on the training grounds. Silently watching from the sidelines as he hones his skills with the sword. His usual focus shattered as his thoughts were drawn back to your mysterious figure.

ღ┆ Not one known for excessive gift giving, Aemond will surprise you one evening with a blue sapphire necklace that mirrors his own. He’ll expect you to wear it with pride - a symbol of his devotion to you. What he won’t expect however, is to find you waiting for him one night dressed only in that very symbol of devotion.

ღ┆ When Aemond grows restless to flee his mundane duties of castle life he’ll ask you to join him in search of a short moment of respite. Together on Vhagar’s back you’ll fly over Westeros - getting a rare view of the country that only few have ever glimpsed with their own eyes.

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𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

ღ┆ It’s big. He has the presence of a man who is packing heat. Someone as bold and cocky as he is needs to have the proof to back it up. Perhaps more importantly is the fact that he knows how to use what he has. 

ღ┆ Wants to hear you say how big he is, how full he makes you feel when he’s inside you, how good he fucks you. Again, he wants all the possible praise you can give him and more.

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𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

ღ┆ Aemond knows you have responsibilities as does he, but he can’t help his mind from wandering throughout the more dull parts of his day. Wishing he were back in his chambers alone with you to do as he pleased. Thoughts of how he’d fuck you filling his head. If duty keeps you away from each other he’s ready the moment he gets you alone. He’s never going to say no if you’re willing.

ღ┆ If you’re ever traveling or away from him for extended periods of time he expects you to pleasure yourself while thinking of him - a thought that he uses as fuel for himself in return. The thought of you quietly pleasuring yourself with his name on your lips has him straining in his pants.

ღ┆ “Promise me you’ll remember who brought you this pleasure. Whose hands held you while you shook and how good it felt to be fucked by me.”

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𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

ღ┆ Depends on the events of the day honestly. After a long day seeing to his duties he’s more prone to falling asleep shortly after - his body truly spent from physical exertion with you. He’d do everything in his power to fight against sleep that threatened to take him. To have one moment more gazing into your eyes, feel your sweet, soft comforting caresses graze his cheek while your fingers run through his long hair.

ღ┆ On the rare occasion you find yourselves with more time to relax, you’d enjoy each other's company further. This is when Aemond is at his most vulnerable in front of you. These fleeting moments before sleep takes him and you’re free to inquire about his past or any troubles he might have. He’ll divulge anything you ask of him during this time - intimate questions regarding his past and childhood or your curiosities of dragons.

ღ┆ “Want to hear how a boy of only ten was able to claim the eldest remaining dragon do you?”

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