#Aemond headcanon

[chadleys]

aemond targaryen | relationship headcanons .ᐟ

SFW —

♱ when you first meet him, aemond is very closed off and not looking for a relationship. he's willing to do his duty and marry whatever highborn girl his mother chooses for him. but he doesn't see love as something that's in the cards for him. until you spend more time together and he gets to know you and your pure heart.

♱ it's clear aemond has some emotional baggage, stemming from his childhood when his family and others close to him would pick on him for being different. he's initially afraid you'll do the same, even now that he's all grown up. but he soon comes to find that you're incredibly sweet, probably the sweetest person he's ever met.

♱ aemond's main love language is quality time. he loves spending time with you, whether that be sitting together and reading at night or making sure you attend his training sessions so he can see you while he practices.

♱ this goes hand in hand with the previous point, but aemond is very protective of you — that's another major reason he loves having you around; seeing as you're so sweet, he likes to keep an eye on you. you are his princess, his most precious jewel, and he'll be damned if he lets anything bad happen to you or another man put his hands on you.

♱ your relationship with aemond is riddled with constant check-ins; he's always grabbing you close and making sure you're comfortable. at balls or galas or large family dinners, you can count on his large hand placing itself on your shoulder or thigh, his breath in your ear asking if you're alright, if you'd prefer to leave or at least head outside for some fresh air.

NSFW —

♱ this latest episode clearly established that aemond leans on the submissive side when it comes to sex.

♱ he is incredibly touch-starved, never having been one to frequent the city's pleasure houses like his brother. his favorite nights are when he lies in bed, exhausted from a tough training session, and you offer him a massage that very quickly turns into a teasing handjob.

♱ another of his favorite things to do with you — and for you — is to tug you to the edge of the bed while you're still clothed, shove the folds of your dress up, and devour your cunt. he loves for you to run your fingers through his hair while he eats you, scratch gently at his shoulders, tell him what a good little prince he is for pleasuring you so well.

♱ though at times he prefers when you sit before him, bare from the waist down, leg slung over the arm of a chair as you spread yourself open for him. you give him permission to look all he wants, but not to touch, as you rub teasingly at your own clit. his nose but a hair's breadth away from your weeping slit as he strokes himself and begs to taste you.

♱ as embarrassing as it is for him to admit, he adores when you fuck him amazon style. it always makes him feel so small and submissive to have his legs pulled back while you hammer yourself down against him. the ache in the backs of his thighs the following day in the training yard serves to remind him just who he belongs to.

♱ kisses are another thing he absolutely dies for. kiss him any and everywhere. on his face, his shoulders, his stomach, his legs. nothing makes him melt faster than your feather soft kisses coupled with your praise about how beautiful his body is.

[flowerandblood]

The Gate of Salvation NSWF Alphabet

[ young pope • Aemond x catholic • female ]

NSWF Alphabet for Aemond from my mini series The Gate of Salvation made for my one year celebration. I show perspective of what it looked like with his beloved. Dirty things below.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Afterwards, he is a complete devastated, crying mess, going through some kind of panic attack, and the only thing that can calm him down is her reassurances that she still loves him, that she is not disgusted by him, that he is not a bad person, that she forgives him.

He snuggles up to her and literally sinks into her body, pressing his face into the hollow of her neck, feeling safe only with her. Once he calms down he makes sure she is comfortable, that he hasn't hurt her and she doesn't need anything.

B = Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He adores every part of her body because she is a miracle of God for him, but he loves her eyes most, her soft, tender gaze, he melts thinking about it.

C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He cums only on his own hand. He doesn't want her to be touched by the effect of his sin, dying internally every time she licks everything off his fingers.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Well... he is the Pope. Everything he does with her is his dirty secret.

E = Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Before his beloved: absolutely none. His morning erections aroused his disgust. He had never thought of such things before he met her, considering them simply sinful and primitive.

F = Favorite position

Sitting with her on top, his face nestled between her breasts, he can then touch and feel her in every possible way, can kiss her and watch her reactions, which calms and arouses him, while at the same time not really seeing anything.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

There is no room for laughter in this sacred act of their closeness, what they do and how they do it is a very serious matter for him.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

All natural and clean, as God himself has created him.

I = Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He is very insecure and affectionate, he needs to feel her close, her embrace and her voice give him a sense of security. He could spend the whole night whispering in her ear how much he loves her, how much he needs and wants her, satisfying her with his fingers, gazing in awe at her fulfilment, comparing her to Bernini's Baroque sculptures.

J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He only masturbates in front of her to restrain himself from throwing himself at her right away and put his cock inside her – he wants to feel her this way when he's already on the edge. He doesn't touch himself when he is alone and thinks about her, repenting in this way.

K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Definitely a religious kink. Her calling him Holy Father when he touches her, when he slips his fingers deep inside her, or thrusts into her, send him into another orbit.

L = Location (where they like to get it on)

As comfortable as possible, in her room on her bed, somewhere they can both feel safe because they are still stressed about being caught in the act.

M = Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Her telling him that she loves him, that she is only his, the sight of her at least partially exposed body, her crossed legs when she sits, her breasts peeking through from under her dress when she is not wearing a bra. His manhood literally throbs with delight at the sight of her every day.

N = No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

He would never let her give him a blowjob or handjob. He would die of despair, shame and regret for humiliating and insulting her. Anal and other weird things are out of question. Big no.

O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He would never let her suck him off, but he himself had dreamed of tasting her from the very beginning.

He would arrange everything so that the room was completely dark and he could not see this intimate part of her body, but only feel it with his sense of touch, and then with slow, timid flicks of his tongue he would bring her to the brink of despair.

Hearing her sobs, her thighs shaking in his embrace, her hands clutching his hair, he would slide his tongue deep inside her, eating her weeping cunt like a starving man until she came all over his face with the loudest, sweetest moans of pleasure he had ever heard.

He would do it often to her ever since.

P = Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Because he's constantly aroused and doesn't masturbate when she's not next to him, he doesn't last very long, but neither of them cares.

Q = Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

On the beginning they do it painfully slowly, but once he's deep inside her, his brain disconnects, and he slams into her as if he hasn't seen her for a month.

R = Risk (do they like to try new things)

Definitely not. Meeting his beloved is risky itself.

S = Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

After one round, he is so overwhelmed and shocked that he needs at least a day or two to calm down and come back to himself.

T = Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

None.

U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

When he sees her talking or getting close with any other men, his mind goes into the mode of a stern judge who asks her if she is sure that she deserves to be fulfilled. He gives it to her, satisfied only when she is a babbling, leaking, quivering little mess, reminding her to who her body and soul belong to.

V = Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

When he touches her in her most intimate place, when he rubs against her leaking cunt with his cock, when he thurst into her he is a whimpering, panting, babbling mess.

W = Wild card (random canon of any sort)

None.

X = X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Heaven's Delight.

Y = Yearning (sexdrive level)

When he sees her, he is melting. It doesn't necessarily always end with sex, but he always wants to be as close to her as possible.

Z = Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He makes sure that she fell asleep first, listening to her calm breathing, and he cuddle himself between her breast and sleep like a little baby.

He wants to cry when the alarm clock on his phone rings before sunset so that he has time to get up and go back to his rooms before anyone realises he's not there. He is so comfy and warm in her embrace, lying with her under the duvet, that he only wishes he could stay with her longer.

[astrophile-imagines]

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Aemond and you had been friends since childhood, you being one of Halaena’s maidens.

He had always been sweet towards you, unlike Aegon who always tried to get your attention in the worst ways possible, pulling your hair and calling you names.

You had always been an adorable child, having everyone love you, by simply seeing your smile, you may not have been the prettiest, smartest or toughest, but you were the kindest.

It was this kindness that led you and Aemond to become inseparable.

After the fight where he lost his eye, you remained glued to his side. You would read him books with the aid of his mother to make his bedridden days pass faster. You would bring him sweets from dinner, the maesters never truly agreed, but would turn a blind eye when seeing the prince’s smile.

Time kept passing, but your friendship never changed. You grew into a proper lady, carrying yourself with grace, turning necks with you parading through the halls. And he grew into a fearsome warrior, strong enough to protect his family.

Everyone had noticed how the pair had changed, both of you included.

Aemond was not known for his smiles, but if anyone paid enough attention they would see his gaze glow and lips pull into a soft grin the moment you appear. He wouldn’t let you ever see this side of him, only showing you his smirks and winks, enjoying seeing you huff everytime.

And you… everyone knew you were in love with the prince, if you had an angelic aura every passing second, whenever the dragon-rider stood by your side, you turned into an actual angel. Your attention centered solely on him, smiling with flushed cheeks whenever he looked your way.

No matter how hard you had tried to kill this hope, a little part of you kept dreaming about Aemond declaring his love for you. Maybe at night, running to your quarters, being unable to hold himself back any longer and crashing his lips onto yours. Or taking you away with Vhagar, somewhere private where he would scream his confession for only you to hear.

But this never happened, and you were beginning to realize you were growing older. Your parents kept pestering you about the new dance, where there would be many lords and heirs for you to meet. 

You decided that if the prince did not ask you to accompany him to the banquet you would let go. Find a good enough man and settle down.

And so you did, Aemond didn’t utter a word about the dance, he saw it as just another night where he could drink and get rowdy with his friends. 

What he did not expect was for you to enter the hall on another man’s arm. You were glowing brighter than usual, with your hair braided into an intricate bun, a golden necklace resting on your collar bones, and your jeweled hand grabbing the young man’s arm.

The Lannister wasn’t the best company, but he seemed fine, just fine… let’s be honest, he wasn’t Aemond. Throughout the whole night you kept stealing glances his way, hoping he would approach you and ask for a dance like he always did. But it seemed he was ignoring you, not once did your eyes cross. 

The golden lord didn’t even notice how your eyes kept straying away, your leg bouncing agitatedly, your breath turning quicker and quicker… you couldn’t breath, this was too much, why did you have to do this? why couldn’t you just accept things as they were? as they are? You were spiraling, losing focus, until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, expecting to see the lord you simply shut your eyes, hoping to disappear.

“My lady, did the young lion hurt you?” Aemond was standing right behind you, staring down at the boy who could barely explain himself. You knew he would cause a scene if you didn’t stop him soon.

“No, I only need to take some air, do not fret my prince.” And with that you left both men, rushing towards the nearest balcony, but no matter how fast you ran, heavy boots kept following you.

“Stop it! I can go on my own, I will not get lost”.

“I just want to make sure you are safe, you look faint”. You couldn’t help but laugh, now he looks at you.

“I have managed the whole dance without you looming over me, I do not need your pity.”

“Don’t speak to me like this, I am not your prince, I am your friend and this is not pity.” He finally caught up to you, spinning you around, the only barrier separating you were your hands on his chest. “What is going on? Why are you acting like this? I barely recognize you.” 

He tried to maintain his eye on yours, but you kept avoiding his gaze. “I am not the one who is acting strangely, you ignored me the whole evening. What was I supposed to do? Wait in a corner for you to finally grace me with your presence?”

He let go of your arm frowning. “I did not want to disturb your time with that… boy. You seemed to be having such a grand evening with him, finally acting like every other lady, giggling and twirling your hair like a… girl.”

That was what finally set you off, how dare he mock you, your sole duty and goal in life was getting married, there was nothing more you could do. You stepped forward, fury in your eyes and finger pointed at him.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Aemond. Yes, I am a lady, and I am a girl. I need to find a husband, I am no longer a child, unlike you, I cannot live my days doing as I please. I will not allow myself to disgrace my family, nor will I ruin my future because I am too prideful to “giggle and twirl my hair” at men.”

With that, you turned around, you couldn’t believe his actions, he was your friend, your first love, he had to understand you. 

“Wait!” He sprinted, blocking your way, his breath was heavy, you thought he would have been angry, but he almost looked gleeful.

He took your hands, bringing them to his chest, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. And then he smiled, his whole face transforming, from the cold prince everyone feared, to the young boy you had spent your whole life with.

“Marry me.”

Your grip tightened on his gloved hands, you gasped but he was quicker than you.

“Think about it, we’ve known each other since we were babes, no one can treat you with more care than I. Your house is strong enough for my parents to accept, you would never have to worry about anything again.”

“Aemond, I don’t know if I can.” His smile faded but you continued, tears gathering in your eyes. “I had already accepted that I would have to marry someone who will never love me. Maybe I would befriend my husband, and that would be enough. But you… you mean too much to simply be that.” You let go of his hands, holding his face close to yours in one final moment of bravery. “I love you too much.”

Before you could burst into tears, his lips crashed onto yours, hands grabbing at whatever they could find. It was a desperate kiss, too many feelings erupting at the same time, fear of losing the other and relief at finally having each other.

You pulled away gasping for breath, your foreheads touching, looking into each other’s eyes, there was nothing but love, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Jumping into his arms, he twirled you around, his own laugh resounding through the halls.

And he was right, there were no more worries in your life, only a future by his side.

[idontgiveashitabouttourneys]

Any headcanons for Aemond with a clingy s/o?

Aemond’s wife bursts into tears if she knows he’ll be away from her for longer than half a day. Often times Aemond just sneaks quietly in the mornings without waking her up, his heart breaking as he presses a soft goodbye kiss to her forehead. When he finally returns home, she instantly jumps into his arms, legs gripping at his waist as she holds his face and plants sweet kisses all over his cheeks, his good eye and his scar, Aemond cupping the back of her head and pressing her into an open mouth kiss, his grip on her tighter as she starts melting into his touch.

Aemond used to not know how to handle his wife’s ways of sticking herself to him whenever they were in public. Once, during a diplomatic feast held in honor of House Baratheon — a peace offer of sorts after he annulled his promise to wed one of Lord Borros’ daughters, his wife would not stop touching him. She was either caressing the back of his head, clinging to his bicep with her head resting on his shoulder, or running her hand innocently up his thigh, her chair scooted up as close as humanly possible to Aemond’s, the Baratheon lords and ladies feeling mocked thinking her affections were a gratuitous display meant to rub it in their faces that a Targaryen-Baratheon union was never actually in the books. That evening, once the noise around the table had heightened considerably, and prompted by multiple sour looks from his dear mother and Otto, as well as by Aegon’s impossibility to hold in his laughter at the sight of the two of you, Aemond turned to his wife grasping her delicate hands into his. Her happiness at the gesture was immeasurable, being none the wiser as Aemond let out a small sigh and asked her to tone it down with the touching or they could risk breaking a war right there in the ballroom. She took such offense at his words, that she could not even beginning to fathom what to say in response, as she just nodded, disheartened, tears stinging at the corner of her eyes. Aemond felt awful at his wife’s quiet and restrained demeanor during the rest of the night, his attempts to caress her naked shoulder in order to comfort her met with a recoil on her part. He knew he fucked up as he noticed the Baratheon lords drunk off their faces, not one paying them any mind anymore, one of Borros’ nephews, emboldened by several cups of wine, even going as far as to ask his wife’s hand for a dance. As he watched his Lady twirl and jump with a bear of a man’s hands on her waist, he felt his bile rising and vision blur around the edges, angered at his idiocy and shamed by his lack of appreciation for her love. When his wife returned to her seat, Aemond pushed his chair until it knocked into hers and kissed her where she stood, a hand griping her hair and pulling her head back so he could lay his hand on her collarbone. With the exception of a few stares and some hooting from Aegon’s direction, the rest of the feast continued peacefully, his wife returning to him to nest into his arms.

Following that evening, Aemond vowed to cherish his sweet wife’s affection whenever and however she wished to show it. In the privacy of their chambers he reveled even more into her gracious ways, for he never saw her as clingy as others might have put it, but rather as his savior that showed him how good it felt to be loved as such, seen as such, longed for, at all times.

Although Aemond never attempted another public making out spectacle again, he made sure to let his wife know, that if he could, he would never spend a second away from her, his worshipping of her happening with his mouth between her thighs, his prayers dutifully answered as she shouted for the Seven.

Note: Ok I don’t know if what I wrote works as headcanon, but I was nursing a cup of wine lol and once I started writing I got really into it. Hope you enjoyed!

[peachysunrize]

What Iranian food do you think Aemond would love? And what food would explode his delicate medieval stomach? 😁

YOU DID NOT HOLY SHIT LEMME GIVE YOU A KISS BABES THIS ASK IS DELICIOUS😩😩😩😩

What Aemond would love -> I think one of the dishes he would devour would be Khoresht Karafs, not many people’s favorite (I love it and would also devour the fuck out of it) because it’s a bit bitter but also sour so it would go absolutely AMAZING with his taste!

Another dish he would love is Tahchin, which btw I’m a master at cooking it. It’s a really really good food and it has rice & chicken & barberry! So the combination will NEVER fail and he’d love it!!! Because not only it tastes good, he’d love to cook it!

Who can say no to Ghorme Sabzi? Probably the most famous Iranian stew and IT WOULD BE AEMOND’S GUILTY PLEASURE BECAUSE HE PROBABLY HATED THE LOOKS OF IT AT FIRST BUT THEN FELL IN LOVE WITH IT!!!

He’d also indulge in Kebab from time to time🤭

What I’m sure would EXPLODE his medieval stomach, is Abgoosht (I LOVE THIS FOOD SFM) and it has lamb, chickpeas, white beans, onion, potatoes, and tomatoes, turmeric, and dried lime! Aemond would hate it because it’ll make his stomach BLOAT and his god complex would not tolerate him farting left and right—

Another dish that would have him crying is Ghalieh Mahi. It’s a southern dish with fish in a tamarind & herb sauce AND ITS SPICY!!!!! Nope he would lose his mind if he ever eats that — which btw is also another very VERY delicious dish but he’s tasteless af

[thedreamsmith]

Aemond Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

I am a godless heathen and am currently procrastinating my WIP 

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

If they’re in their chambers, he will be the king of aftercare; cleaning his lover up and post-sex cuddles. If they’ve been teasing him and it’s after a quickie somewhere in the Red Keep, he’s more liable to tuck himself back together with a smirk and leave them wet and needy until later.

 Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Aemond has trained both his body and mind into formidable weapons, but if he had to choose, he would say the physical strength in his arms – not only is he capable of besting almost everyone in the training yard, but also holding his lover against walls with minimal efforts and ensuring they can’t wriggle away from his clever tongue.

On his partner, he’d probably say their mouth, but not for the reasons you’d expect. It is so expressive, smirking when they’re being clever, tongue poking out when they’re concentrating on something. He adores it and how vivid their expressions are. It’s no surprise that the mere thought of their lips wrapped around his cock can get him hot and bothered.  

 Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Aemond isn’t hugely bothered about siring children anytime soon, but his favourite place to cum is still deep inside them; feeling them pulse around his cock as he brings them to the point of oblivion with pleasure.

Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A consummate overachiever; rider of the largest dragon in the world, spending every moment training or studying, you’d assume Aemond felt the need to be in charge in every aspect of his life. For the most part he enjoys being the more dominant one in the bedroom, but every once in a while, he asks his lover to take the reins, and will gladly do anything they wish so long as they treat him nicely.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

After his less-than-stellar introduction into carnal pleasure on his thirteenth name-day, combined with his persistent insecurities about his eye, Aemond has very little practical experience with lovers of either gender. That being said, he is a very quick learner and has read more than a few books on the subject (not that he’d admit it, but he has been known to read torrid romance novels every once in a while)

Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

When he is feeling dominant, he enjoys having his lover perched on a desk or table, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into them. He enjoys having unrestricted access to their neck and breasts; marking them up in ways that are difficult to hide, showcasing to all who they belong to.

When he’s being submissive, Aemond prefers to have his lover on top, riding him as filthy praise spills from his lips. With hair like his, it’s no surprise that he enjoys his lover pulling his head back by the roots, exposing the column of his throat and leaving marks upon the pale skin.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

While Aemond is a generally serious man, he does have a sarcastic, dry sense of humour that often shows itself when he’s taking his time with his lover – teasing them and mocking their desperate noises as he denies them pleasure.

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

Definitely clean and tidy. The man spends far too much time on his hair to leave anything out of place.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Aemond isn’t one for casual sex. Even when things are fast and rough, he will still worship his lover’s body more devoutly than any shrine to the Seven. His first time with his lover is tender and emotional – it’s probably one of the first times they’ve seen him without his eyepatch, baring himself both physically and emotionally.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Aemond prides himself in his self-control, especially compared to his brother. So when thoughts of his lover consume him more and more often, he finds himself overcome with desire and needing to relieve himself far more often than he is normally accustomed.

Once he has become intimate with his lover, he much prefers to use them to sate his lust, rather than his own hand. He does enjoy it when his lover instructs him to touch himself, setting the pace and when he can cum using just their verbal commands.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage, without a doubt. This goes both ways – both restraining his lover and being the one tied down. Also edging, when he’s in the mood to be cruel.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Aemond is, above all, the perfect gentleman. He much prefers to be intimate within the privacy of his own chambers, but if tormented enough, may give in to his desire in order to put his lover in their place.

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

He is a consummate instigator and shit-stirrer. Getting his lover frustrated is a sure-fire way to get his dragon-blood burning.

Also, if his lover has any martial prowess, sparring with them and forcing each other into submission gets him going like nothing else.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Aemond does not share. Asking to bring another into their bed will be met with outright refusal. Also, he does not like to degrade his lover, or be degraded. A lifetime of torment has made some things too tender to be arousing.

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

A God at giving head and he knows it. Will happily pin his lover down and eat them out for hours. Likes them to anchor their hands in his hair as he does so.

He cannot get enough of his lover’s mouth, and swallowing down his cock is a sure-fire way to remove every coherent thought from his mind. Would usually prefer to be inside their cunt instead, but seeing them on their knees before him gives him a rush like no other.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. If he’s come back from the training yard, high on adrenaline, or has had an argument with his nephews or brother; he is likely to be fast and rough, relieving his frustration with the sharp snap of his hips, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise.

In the mornings, or during particularly tender moments, he’s more likely to be slower and softer; savouring every inch of his lover’s body and the way they feel in his arms and around his cock.

If he’s in a teasing mood, he’ll combine the two; pulling out all the way, agonisingly slowly, before slamming back in just to hear his lover scream his name.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Much prefers to be able to peel his lover apart slowly, taking his time, but will occasionally indulge in a quick fuck or blowjob in a hidden corner of the Red Keep.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s game to try anything once, especially if his lover asks. He prefers not to get down and dirty anywhere they may get caught, however, as he is acutely aware of his brother’s reputation and has no desire to be spoken of in the same manner.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He is in peak physical condition, and the blood of the dragon besides; Aemond can go for hours. Even if he has already found his pleasure, he greatly enjoys wringing orgasm after orgasm from his lover until he’s ready to fuck them once more.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Frequently enjoys restraints and blindfolds. Other than this, he doesn’t use toys very often. Doesn’t really have any strong opinions on being pegged, but would likely try it if his partner asked, in one of his more submissive moods.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The king of the shit-eating grin. Aemond’s temper is not explosive or violent, if his lover has displeased him, he will methodically spend hours either edging or overstimulating them, until they are begging for his mercy.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Quiet, at first, but once he becomes more comfortable with his lover, or when particularly turned on will be much more vocal. Tends to babble rather than moan – strings of praise and dirty talk falling from his lips as he comes increasingly undone.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Will absolutely bring daggers into the bedroom. Also has a fantasy of stealing his brother’s crown for a night and having his lover suck his cock while he wears it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Big dick energy and the hardware to back it up. Thicker than expected for his slender frame, and at least 7-8 inches.

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

Until he fell for his lover, his sex drive was something he could easily push aside in favour of his studies or martial training. However once they’ve caught his eye, it’s hard for him to think of anything else.

Regular sex may calm him down, but he’s far more acutely aware of his lust once he has someone to stoke it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes to hold his lover against him afterwards, also enjoys reading them stories until they’ve fallen asleep. Has a hidden protective streak that means he prefers to see his lover comfortable and asleep before he lets himself drift off.

[bonesofapoet]

aemond targaryen is a hopeless romantic pass it on

[lady-phasma]

I guess this is the continuation of his rambling… get ready for some angst.

Every finger in the room is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces, then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets

Crucify - Tori Amos

The only person who had seen him for who he was since he had claimed Vhargar was the only person he could trust. Aemond’s mother had never asked more from him than he could give. She had let him study, let him adapt, didn’t pity him. 

When he chose the sapphire she hadn’t understood but she didn’t question him. He wanted to share that with you as well and that made him furious. Furious with himself. He stalked back to the center of the room. No one could reasonably expect you to look at that and feel… anything but disgust. The gem was another means of protection. Just as the others did, it intimidated almost everyone. Almost. Instinctively he raised his hand to his blue eye and felt the leather over it. 

The bigger risk was that it might not disgust you. As much as he wanted to pull you to him he wanted to keep you at arm’s length. He smoothed his hand over the leather strap, over his hair. 

When you watched him at court he didn’t feel scrutinized. Your eyes would linger on his and you would smile, not look away as if you had been caught staring at a caged animal. 

Aemond closed his eye as he pictured your soft smile. The way your eyes went up at the corners when you saw him looking at you. He thought he could still smell your perfume. He bit his bottom lip. He looked around the room for something, anything, to distract him, help him avoid making the decision. 

He flipped through the open book on the table, not seeing it. Seeing only the way your eyes glinted when you spoke to him. He slammed the book shut. His boot heels clicked on the stone floor. With the same control he exerted over all of his actions he opened the door. 

the saga continues cuz someone asked nicely

[queenielacy]

Ok but…Aemond having a sapphire piece of jewelry crafted for his lover to match his eye.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 & 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: oh god this man is doing things to me...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISFJ or ISTJ

Ravenclaw

Lawful Neutral to Neutral Good

Sagittarius Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You're the rider of Silverwing, the glorious, graceful and maternal dragon who watches over you wherever you go.

・When you were young, it was very difficult for your mother because Silverwing would sweep you away and take you to her nest. Making you one of her own.

・You knew about the Hightowers, and how close Alicent & Rhaenyra were. You were very jealous, but weren't the kind of person to bump shoulders just to be included.

・So your best friend was a dragon. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

・Your connection with her is incredibly strong. Almost telepathic at times. She can feel what you feel - like two one soul in two bodies.

・And when you become of marriagable age - she did not like any of the suitors. So she was there, right by your side, huffing and puffing (putting your white cloaks on edge...)

・Just like Rhaenys the Conquorer, you flew further and further with your mount.

・You weren't the sister of Rhaenyra, but of Rhaenys. Your parents were Aemon Targaryen and Jocelyn Baratheon. And they had you when they were very, very old. Your birth was a miracle.

・And your sister, who was many years older, became a mother to you. As your two parents died.

・Your marriage was put forth by Viserys, well, Otto mainly. He knew his daughter would become queen and yet he was still full of ambition.

・Rhaenys saw straight through this. And your sister did everything she could to stop the marriage.

・But Viserys would not be persuaded...

・When you first met Gwayne, your initial opinion was that he was an ass. A pompus, arrogant, rude, ass.

・He had kissed your hand within the first two minutes and let his eyes linger on your own for far too long.

'I hate him already.' You thought and Silverwing snarled in agreement.

・But the dragon did not deter the Hightower man. He simply smirked and bowed his head.

・As time went by, your cemented walls were slowly knocked down one by one by Gwayne.

・But it wasn't until you offered to take him flying that you truly bonded.

・Clinging as tight as he could to you, Silverwing did every trick in the book to make him faint; straight diving and pulling up at the last second, twirling over herself over and over etc.)

・The whole time you were laughing, not just at his reaction but laughing with pure joy. Your fiance feeling what you feel.

・After that Gwayne looked at you with a newly found gratitue. You were true friends.

・But when Rhaenys started to speak to you about what marriage was really like - you didn't want to hear it.

"...my love, he may stray and sometimes you cannot stop it."

The words had hit you like a boulder to the heart. No, you could not endure such a betrayal.

"Sister. If he dares, then Silverwing will have the most royal feast she has ever had."

・But you need not ever worry about Gwayne's attention turning to another. You are all he needs. All he wants.

・He shows it to you through the way he speaks; the charming, soft voice that makes your knees tremble. The ever so gentle brush of his hand against yours.

・It drives you insane.

・And you never, not once in a nillion years, thought you would say this.

・"Gwayne, please. Let's just marry. Now. It needs to be now or I'll explode."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Forced Proximity

"I'd do anything for you." (Gwayne) x "As you should." (You)

Survives because of pure luck (You) x Is the pure luck (Gwayne)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Let It Happen by The Midnite String Quartet

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Your first kiss was ... passionate. The hesitation of your lips before one another caused such heat you could not comprehend.

・You consummated your wedding night. Over and over and over again. Until Gwayne said, "my heart I cannot handle another round. I do not think I can move."

"Oh husband," you said while rolling onto your side. "You are going to have to get used to this. There's fire in my blood after all..."

・His eyebrows rose and his handsome face was covered in amusement.

"Well, wife. I guess I'll have to train harder," and with that he gripped your waist and flung on top of you.

・It is well known that the two of you cannot keep your hands off each other. You always do it when no one is around - but somehow someone always sees.

・But it's very difficult when he whispers in your ear all the things he thinks about. The things he wants you to do to him. Where he wants you to touch him.

・Is this not what married life is about? Being so incredibly obsessed with the other that your whole body hurts whenever they aren't near?

[angelltheninth]

ASOIAF Men When You Get Engaged to Someone Else

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Jon Snow x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, slight angst, threats, marriage declaration, possessive behavior, jealousy, suggestive, marriage proposal

A/N: HOTD s2 keeps making me go nuts.

Daemon immediately wants to make you his by any means necessary. In his mind you are already his anyways, there’s no issue in taking you for himself is there? There were many times where it almost happened anyways so why not take that final step now, besides if people find out that he was the one who did it there aren’t many people that would dare to challenge him.

Aemond decides that he will declare you as his fiancée already. Power, money and influence go a long way and there are few who have more than he does. He becomes very open with his affections and intentions towards you, especially in front of the man who wants to be your husband. Should it be necessary he will go to war for your hand but he knows you’d rather avoid such unnecessary bloodshed.

Harwin won’t accept anyone who can’t defeat him in a duel as your future husband. Even if they are of a higher status than him, even if you are of a higher status than him he wants to prove himself to be worthy of your love. Really doesn’t care if he seems like a lovesick fool, if it will win him your hand then let him be one. Promises to be the best husband, the most loving and gentle, your own knight in shining armor.

Jon felt heartbroken when he heard of your engagement to some noble in a different kingdom. While true that he a member of the Night's Watch and as such can’t be there for you a lot he never wants you to feel like he doesn’t love you or doesn’t want you. Makes a trip back to you to confess his love all over again and ask you to marry him in secret. You don’t need to say that he is your husband but you can always wear a ring as promise.

[flowerandblood]

The Taste of Shame NSFW Alphabet

[ dom!modern • Aemond x friend sister • female ]

NSWF Alphabet for Aemond from my mini series The Taste of Shame made for my one year celebration. I show his perspective of what it looked like with his clients and his girl. Dirty things below.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

With his little girl, whether she feels safe, whether she's comfortable, whether she's okay and needs anything is essential. Immediately after they finish he asks her if everything is alright, brings her water and some wet wipes, cleaning her gently between her thighs, praising her and how wonderful he felt with her, placing soft, tender kisses on her naked, sweaty body. 100% commitment.

He did the bare minimum with his clients. He always made sure they had water to drink standing next to them on the cupboard and wipes, but did not help them or participate in anything after the sexual act itself, approaching it professionally and without emotion.

B = Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

In his sweet girl's case, her hair, her eyes and her breasts. He loves to clench his hand in her hair when he fucks her from behind, and he's also jealous when, during meeting him for dates, she doesn't wear a bra under her dress or shirt, unhappy that other men can look at her too. He clearly shows her his displeasure afterwards in bed, after which she always finds it hard to sit on her bottom the next day.

In his female clients case, nothing. He didn't focus on whether he liked something about them or not, it was just his job.

C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Always inside her.

With his female clients, he always used condoms.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

His work was his one big dirty secret, plz.

E = Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He is very experienced and knows exactly what to do to prepare a woman well for what will happen next, with his little girl, however, he is more careful, knowing that she is more delicate than the women who have been his clients, not wanting to hurt her or overdo it. Her comfort always comes first. He just wants to make love to her, any way she allows him to do so satisfies him.

F = Favorite position

The missionary position, in which he holds her wrists above her head with one hand and keeps his balance using the other, thrusting into her at such an angle that she cries out and begs him to fill her, to kiss her, to let him touch her.

His power over her and how sweet she is turns him on so much that even though he teases her for a long time, he finally gives her what she needs, kissing her like a starved man, quickening his pace, allowing her to embrace him as he nears his peak.

Apart from that, any other in which he can watch himself open her wide on his fat cock. Something about the sight makes him lose his temper and fuck her like crazy.

With his female clients each where he didn't have to look at their face.

G = Goofy (how serious are they)

With her, they often laugh when they get something wrong or she asks him a silly question, inexperienced, he often then kisses her cheeks blushing with shame, explaining everything to her patiently and with care.

Completely serious with his female clients, straight to the point.

H = Hair (grooming habits)

Trimmed and cleaned. His hygiene is very important to him.

I = Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Very affectionate and caring towards his sweet girl. Whenever he wants to do something new he takes his time to explain to her exactly what it would involve and asks her how she would feel about it, if she would like to try it.

Every time he sees discomfort on her face when they start, uncertainty or fear he stops, kissing her nose, saying: let's make love then, taking her more gently and slowly than usual, reassuring her that he loves her and she is never a disappointment to him, his sweet little baby.

When a new position or toy pleases her, he praises her, muttering in her ear that she is brave and has done wonderfully well for him.

No intimacy with his female clients. He didn't ask their names and they would call him 'sir' themselves. He wanted no intimacy with them, although many of them aspired to it and filled his email inbox with messages after their sessions.

J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He was doing this before he started his job and thinking about his girl when he still thought their relationship had no chance. When they started being together he stopped, 100% fulfilled with her.

K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Everything to do with domination. Hand tying, punishments, full control. He trusts his little girl, so sometimes when she desires it he lets her ride him, still controling the situation though, just looking at her adoringly, coming inside her involuntarily.

L = Location (where they like to get it on)

With his little girl wherever he is sure that her body cannot be seen by anyone but him and when he is sure she is comfortable.

With his female clients only in a separate flat that he has rented for his work.

M = Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Her behaviour, the way she talks to him. Sometimes he feels like crying in front of her, hearing how well she understands him, that she does not judge him, that she loves and supports him. He then involuntarily seeks her closeness, which often, though not always, ends in an intimate closeness.

Sometimes, simply while looking at her from afar, he gets an idea and is turned on by the very thought of seeing her in some position or some situation. He is then like a predator waiting for an opportunity.

In the case of his female clients, his motivation was easy money. He tried not to think about what he was doing during the act itself and drift off with his thoughts, imagining some women he has seen in pornographic films.

N = No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

With his little girl there is hardly a thing he would not agree to, apart from some heavy domination on her part, tying his hands etc.

In the case of his female clients, he never allowed them to kiss him or touch him with their hands. He could put his cock down their throats, but he wasn't going to touch them with his tongue between their thighs without knowing who touched them there before him.

O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He is the king of spending time between his little girl's thighs. If he could, he would fall asleep cuddled up to her warm womanhood. He loves her taste and how she responds to his caresses.

He lets her reciprocate at her request, never demanding it himself, and takes his time, watching the sight of his cock disappearing deep down her throat, trying not to come too soon, whispering how wonderful she looks with her mouth full of him.

He could shove his cock into his clients' mouths if they so agreed in the rules beforehand, but they couldn't hope for reciprocation.

P = Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

With his little girl he sometimes comes faster than he wishes. It just feels too good.

With his female clients he could last a very long time, not of his own volition. It was just hard for him to get really aroused and often he had to be just more violent towards them to come.

Q = Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Depending on the situation, sometimes he does it very slowly when she craves a slightly more tender, calm rapprochement, where they stroke, kiss and whisper to each other, and sometimes they fuck like animals, even more so if they haven't seen each other for a long time, which for them is 2-3 days.

With his female clients he was always quick. He saw no point in doing it slowly.

R = Risk (do they like to try new things)

He enjoys taking risks with her, but not at the expense of her comfort. Her safety and well-being is always his priority.

With his female clients, he had done every single thing they wanted, even the most fucked-up, as long as it did't require them to touch him or kiss him.

S = Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

After resting for a while, all it takes is for her soft buttocks to rub against him and he's ready for action again, if she feels like it. If not, he just snuggles into her and falls asleep.

With his female clients he only did this only once per meeting, no more. He always kept an eye on the time and was not interested in repeats beyond his schedule.

T = Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He uses this kind of toys on her that increase her sensation and pleasure. He wants her to cry out in front of him with delight.

With his female clients, every one they wanted. What turned him on the most was causing them pain, as if he was taking it out on them that they dared to come to him and ask him to do all these fucked-up things to them.

U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He adores denying her and prolonging her orgasms, but trying not to overdo it, loving watching his sweet girl beg him for fulfillment in tears. He assures her what a good girl she is and that she just needs to endure it a little longer, that he will reward her soon.

If his client annoyed him, he would be more brutal towards them than usual, much to their delight.

V = Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He allows himself to be loud around her, panting and sometimes groaning low in pleasure, unable to express otherwise how good he feels deep inside her, usually losing control of himself just before orgasm.

Quiet panting and grunting was the most his clients could count on.

W = Wild card (random canon of any sort)

He fingered his girl in the kitchen, knowing that her parents and brother were nearby in the living room.

As for his clients, one once enraged him so much by touching him against his will that he almost strangled her and she fainted. He was terrified and wanted to call an ambulance, but she woke up after couple of seconds saying that it was amazing and that she wanted to continue.

He asked her to leave, did not take money from her and did not allow her to come to him again even though she begged him to let her.

X = X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Something doing miracles.

Y = Yearning (sexdrive level)

He is totally into her. He loves spending time with her outside of bed, taking her for a walks and dates, often talking to her for long hours, relying heavily on her and respecting her opinion. When he looks at her, the desire to make love is a natural result of his intense inner need for her closeness.

It didn't matter with his clients. He worked like clockwork.

Z = Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He only falls asleep when he knows she is safe. Sometimes he can't sleep thinking about whether he overdid it during their intimacy or hurt her by accident.

He fight with himself then and eventually wake her up in the middle of the night, asking her, devastated, if everything was okay, and only calms down when she hugs him, calling him silly, snuggling into his chest with soft purr.

He never fell asleep next to his clients, but they sometimes fell asleep after orgasm, infuriating him because he had to reprimand them and ask them to leave.

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Aemond has you hostage and has no plans of ever letting you go

The Red Keep felt more like a gilded cage than ever. You paced your chamber, the heavy silence pressing down on you. The door was locked from the outside, and you knew there was no easy way out. Aemond Targaryen, your uncle and now self-proclaimed Prince Regent, had ensured that you were kept under constant guard. His icy gaze seemed to follow you everywhere, a reminder of the precarious position you were in.

Aemond's plan was clear: he intended to marry you, solidifying his claim and following the Targaryen tradition of keeping the bloodline pure. But beneath the veneer of duty, there was something deeper, darker. You had seen it in his eye, the way he looked at you with a mix of possession and longing. It unnerved you, made your skin prickle with unease. You had to escape before he could bind you to him in a way you couldn't undo.

The door creaked open, and there he stood, tall and imposing, his expression inscrutable. Aemond stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. You swallowed hard, your hand trembling slightly as you grasped the knife hidden in the folds of your dress. The air between you was charged, thick with unspoken words and forbidden desires.

"Aemond," you greeted him, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. He watched you, his single eye sharp and calculating, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

"My princess," he replied, his tone smooth and deceptively gentle. "You look restless."

"I wonder why," you retorted, your grip tightening on the knife. "Being kept as a prisoner does that to a person."

He tilted his head, as if considering your words. "You're not a prisoner," he corrected, taking a step closer. "You're my betrothed. Soon to be my wife."

The words sent a chill down your spine. "I will never marry you," you hissed, pulling the knife from its hiding place and pressing it against his throat. Aemond's expression didn't change, not even a flicker of fear crossing his face. He stared at you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

"Let me go, Aemond," you demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "I swear I will use this."

He remained still, his eye locked onto yours. Then, with a sudden movement, he grabbed your wrist, wrenching the knife from your grasp with ease. In an instant, you were pinned against the wall, his body pressing into yours, the knife now in his hand.

"You think you can threaten me?" Aemond whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "You should know better, dear niece."

You struggled against him, but his grip was unyielding. His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Let me go," you spat, trying to sound defiant even as your heart raced.

Aemond's lips curved into a dark smile. "You belong to me," he murmured, his tone possessive. "And I will never let you go." He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, a tantalizing tease before he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. It was fierce and possessive, filled with a raw hunger that took your breath away.

Your hands pushed against his chest, but he was immovable, his strength overwhelming. You could feel the cool metal of the knife's blade as he pressed it lightly against your neck, the threat clear even as he deepened the kiss. The contrast between the cold steel and the heat of his mouth was dizzying, a heady mix of danger and desire.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. Aemond looked at you with a satisfaction that made your blood boil. "We will be married in a fortnight," he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And you will be mine in every way."

You glared at him, anger and fear warring within you. "I will never be yours," you vowed, though even as you said the words, you knew they rang hollow. Aemond's gaze softened for a moment, and he cupped your cheek with surprising tenderness.

"You already are," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your lips. "You just don't realize it yet."

He stepped back, leaving you against the wall, the knife still in his hand. With a final, intense look, he turned and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. You slid to the floor, your breath coming in shallow gasps, your heart racing.

The weight of his words settled over you, a dark promise of what was to come. As you touched your lips, still tingling from his kiss, you felt the enormity of the situation crash down on you. Aemond Targaryen was a man who took what he wanted, and he had decided that you were his. No matter how much you resisted, he was determined to make you his in every way.

And as much as you hated to admit it, a part of you was drawn to him, to the dark, magnetic pull of his obsession. You were trapped, both physically and emotionally, caught in the web of his dangerous love. As you stared at the locked door, a single thought echoed in your mind:

How could you escape from someone who was willing to burn the world to keep you?

[demigoddessqueens]

Aemond: even at my worst?

Y/n: Even at your worst

[gibsonsgirl]

[misswynters]

Aemond Targaryen as your husband: headcanon

[a/n: there are some sensual undertones here so if you don’t wanna read that you can skip it. it’s after the seperator

[note | pls don’t just like, reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned

similar | jace | aegon | cregan | daeron | gwayne

Aemond is fiercely protective of you. His intense loyalty means he is always by your side, ensuring your safety and well-being. He often places himself between you and any perceived threat, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword.

Aemond isn’t one for grand romantic gestures, but his love for you is evident in the small things. He brushes your hair out of your face, ensures your chambers are always warm, and leaves books he thinks you’d enjoy on your bedside table.

As your husband, Aemond values your opinion on matters of state and politics. He seeks your counsel in private, trusting your judgment and treating you as an equal partner in all decisions.

Aemond admires your intelligence and enjoys engaging in deep conversations with you. Whether it’s discussing the histories of Westeros, strategy, or philosophy, he relishes the intellectual stimulation you provide.

Aemond respects your strength and encourages you to train with him. He enjoys sparring sessions where you both hone your skills, often leading to playful banter and mutual admiration.

You and Aemond have an unspoken bond, sharing secrets that no one else knows. He trusts you implicitly and confides in you about his deepest fears and ambitions.

Despite his stern exterior, Aemond has a soft spot for you. In private, he’s tender and gentle, often holding you close and whispering sweet nothings that contrast sharply with his public demeanor.

Aemond enjoys gifting you rare and precious items, from intricate jewelry to exotic silks. He takes pride in finding unique treasures that reflect your tastes and interests.

One of your favorite pastimes is riding Vhagar together. The thrill of soaring through the skies, feeling the wind in your hair, and the shared experience of dragon riding brings you closer. Aemond often points out landmarks and recounts stories from his childhood as you fly.

Aemond’s loyalty to you is unwavering. He defends your honor fiercely and would go to great lengths to protect you from harm. His love is intense and all-consuming, leaving no room for doubt.

Through your relationship, Aemond learns to open up more emotionally. Your patience and understanding help him grow, allowing him to express his feelings more freely and strengthening your bond.

Aemond is your biggest supporter. Whether you’re pursuing a personal project or navigating court politics, he’s always there to offer encouragement and practical advice.

Aemond is devoted to your future children. He takes an active role in their upbringing, ensuring they are well-educated and trained. He often tells them stories of his own adventures and the legacy of House Targaryen.

Despite the challenges you face, your bond with Aemond is unbreakable. Together, you are a formidable team, facing the world with strength and determination. Your love for each other is a constant source of comfort and inspiration, guiding you through the trials of life in Westeros.

Aemond’s eye always finds you in a room full of people. The way he looks at you, with a mix of desire and admiration, sends shivers down your spine. His gaze alone can make you feel cherished and wanted.

In private, Aemond’s touches are gentle and deliberate. He traces his fingers along your skin, memorizing every curve and line. Whether it’s a light touch on your hand or a caress along your back, he makes you feel treasured.

Aemond’s kisses are a mix of urgency and tenderness. He captures your lips with an intensity that leaves you breathless, his hands cradling your face as if you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Late at night, when the castle is quiet, Aemond whispers sweet and sultry words in your ear. He tells you of his desires, his dreams, and how deeply he loves you. His voice, low and husky, wraps around you like a warm embrace.

Aemond takes his time when you’re having sex. He believes in savoring every moment, exploring your body with a careful and practiced touch. His focus is entirely on your pleasure, ensuring you feel loved and satisfied.

There’s a powerful, unspoken connection between you. A single look from Aemond can communicate a thousand words. In moments of intimacy, you don’t need to speak; your bodies and souls understand each other perfectly.

After a long day, Aemond loves to hold you close. He wraps his arms around you, his body shielding yours. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart are the ultimate comfort, making you feel safe and adored. Giving you the love that his mother didn’t give him.

Aemond is particularly affectionate in the mornings. He wakes you with soft kisses on your neck and shoulders, his hands gently exploring your body as he whispers good morning. These moments set a loving tone for the day ahead.

Aemond enjoys sharing baths with you. The intimacy of washing each other, feeling the warm water and his hands on your skin, creates a deep bond. He loves to see you relaxed and content, and he takes his time, making sure every touch is soothing and sensual.

Despite his duties, Aemond finds time for secret sex. Whether it’s a secluded garden or a hidden room in the castle, he ensures you have moments of privacy to express your love and passion freely.

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