#aegmond fic

[helaelaemond]

Aegmond + dry humping and a sprinkle of degradation (maybe Aegon tormenting Aemond like, "Was this why you did not care for that whore I paid for you, brother?")

HELAELAEMOND'S KINKTOBER

Pairing:  Aegon x Aemond

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Aemond tries to teach Aegon the basics of wrestling. Aegon is easily distracted.

Content warning(s): canon typical incest

KINK CATEGORIES: Dry humping, incest

Rating: E

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"Keep your centre of balance low, lest you lose your balance!"

Aemond's voice is frustrated as he commands his elder brother. Aegon, trying to take something seriously for once, bends his knees and sways slightly on the balls of his feet.

"Good. Alright, the easiest way to incapacitate your opponent is by taking out one leg. Do you remember how to do this?"

"No." Aegon frowns slightly. "How do you?"

Aemond rolls up the sleeves of his loose shirt, his leather jerkin long since discarded. Aegon's room is warm in the autumn heat, and trying to teach him even the basics of wrestling that he has neglected for years is strenuous. "I pay attention when required."

Aegon makes a face in mockery, and Aemond bites the inside of his cheek to stop from berating him. "Fine. What now?"

"Look at how I am standing."

Aegon rakes his eyes appreciatively over his younger brother's form. He's lithe, tall, narrow, quite a man to look at now he's grown. He smirks slightly. "I am looking."

Aemond swallows. "Most opponents will have one leg in front of the other, whether it be conscious or otherwise. That is the leg you will aim for. Keep your balance low, and come closer."

Still crouching slightly, and feeling ridiculous for it, Aegon obeys.

"Now, press your chest against my thigh, and keep your head on the outside of my hip, lest I grasp it. At the same time, lock your arms around the back of my knee."

The elder does as he's told, the movements careful for once. Last time he'd been in Flea Bottom, Aegon had got in a scrap over a barmaid, and before Cargyle had stepped in, he had been knocked to the ground by a commoner. Humiliating, given how much training he has, but he is trained to fight fair. The scum of the streets do not know those rules.

He notices how Aemond tries to stay still for him, even though he seems uncomfortable. Is that...? No, Aegon must be seeing things. Things that make him grin again.

"Now brace your knee on the ground as you pull my own knee closer, and use your shoulder to push my hips."

The action is taken slowly by the elder, and he presses his shoulder experimentally against Aemond's hips to get the angle right. After a long moment of repeating each component, Aemond steps back. "Good. Now try it all in one go."

Aegon takes in a breath and nods, trying to remember it. He lunges quickly towards Aemond, keeping low, and does what he's been told. To his delight, Aemond ends up flat on his back, with his long leg around his brother's hip. He grunts quietly and nods, bright hair splayed around his head like a crown.

"As easy as that?" Aegon asks.

"Can be," comes the reply. "Not all of your opponents will be as pliant as I."

That sounds like a challenge, and Aegon smirks. He tries to keep the upper hand by leaning over him and grasping him by the throat, but Aemond is too quick. Before Aegon can even understand what's happening, their positions are flipped, and he's on his back with his little brother atop him.

Gods, it feels good. There's something so good about being taken control of like this, but still feeling entirely safe. It makes his cock hard. He looks up at Aemond and chuckles. "You like me on my back?"

Aemond lets go of him with a huff. "Don't be obscene."

Immediately, Aegon sits up and tries to grab him, and again, he's beaten easily. But this time, he locks his legs around his little brother's slender hips and keeps him close. "Ah, I thought I noticed that," he drawls. "Is this why you did not care for that whore I paid for, all those years ago? Should I have bought you a boy?"

Aemond's lip twitches in a snarl. "It's nothing."

"Are you a pillow-biter, little brother?" It's only a tease, though, and feeling Aemond's hard cock press against his own excites him. Wrestling him slowly like this has his blood running hot.

"Let me go."

"No. I think I'm going to enjoy this." He rolls his hips up a few times and bites his lip in pleasure. He grasps Aemond's face in his hands and watches him as he does it. The younger seems to like it, against all odds. "Ah, doesn't that feel good?"

In his loose breeches, his cock aches. He's thought of Aemond when he's touched himself before, and there's no shame in it. The other is a fine man. Handsome, noble, fearsome. Everything a Targaryen should be - and everything he is not. He wraps his legs tighter around him and grinds up harder.

"Gods," he swears. "Do you think about fucking me?"

"No." But Aemond's cheeks are red, and he's no longer trying to get free. He swallows thickly, and then, he begins to move, too. Hesitantly, he props himself up, and his elegant hands go to Aegon's waist.

"I think about fucking you," Aegon admits, grinning. "How could anyone love the likes of us, but each other, anyway?"

Aemond bites his lip, and he begins to set the pace. His breeches are loose, too, and it allows them both to feel everything. Aemond is as practically untouched as a virgin, Aegon is sure, and whilst he certainly isn't, having him between his thighs is making him almost delirious.

"Only a Targaryen can love a Targaryen," Aegon continues, cackling. "Do you love me, brother?"

Aemond grunts in response. His one good eye is fixed on the lumps in their trousers, watching how they rub together. His speed quickens and Aegon moans in appreciation.

"Oh, yes, just like that," he encourages. "I didn't know you had it in you! Go on, don't disappoint me."

Barely audible, Aemond mutters, "I won't."

Neither brother lasts long grinding together. Aegon's hands bury into Aemond's hair as he gets close, and he pulls it roughly as he spills, his name on his lips. Aemond follows quickly, nothing more than a stifled moan sounding in his throat. Aegon looks between them in satisfaction to see the little wet patch on Aemond's breeches.

He thinks about licking him clean. Another time, perhaps. His heart is racing from his orgasm, and he feels as light as a feather on the stone floor of his chamber. Thighs go loose and he lets him go. Aemond kneels in front of him for a moment, before standing up.

He runs a hand through his hair, and walks over to the window and back, before helping Aegon to his feet. "Well. Shall we continue?"

Aegon smirks. "Certainly. You shall teach me yours ways, and I shall teach you mine."

[fantasylandblues]

polyamorous!targcest au

alright so based on the fact that i've taken a liking to pretty much every incestuous targaryen ship there is i couldn't help but try and figure out a way they could ALL work together. and thank FUCK for polyamory and fucked up targaryen traditions for that.

so here's my two cents at simultaneous helaemond, helaegon, aegmond, lucemond, jaceluke and jacela (targtower & lucemond centric).

warnings: suggestive material (nothing explicit), NOT beta'ed whatsoever, hotd-typical incest (canon + non-canon)

it isn't unheard of that Targaryens have strange traditions when it comes to wedding brothers and sisters. i'll go even further as to say that laying with siblings is considered natural and even expected within their house. that way, having been introduced to sexuality by those who are closest to them and most alike, there's no need to fear inexperience or nervousness come the day of performing their marital duties, whether that be to, well, each other, or someone else entirely.

(let's just pretend there is no such thing as the pressures surrounding the bride's virginity here. i also believe that marriage would be a *mostly* straight institution as they're mainly meant to further the dynasty and that fooling around in any way wouldn't be frowned upon).

the Targaryen-Hightowers are an interesting case in that sense, having all been born within relatively short breaks from each other, and so they've always been through every experience together. that has brought them closer over the years, especially in their adolescence. Aemond and Helaena had always found common ground in their strangeness and feelings of misplacement; Aegon had always been fond of his sweet sister despite it, but mostly attracted to her ethereal beauty - and body, as she came of age. Aegon, however, would only grow that same kind of respect for his brother after he'd claimed his dragon, and at one point had to admit to himself that his brother, too, was growing into a rather handsome young man, taller and more intimidating, his hair becoming longer and his shoulders broadening from all the sword training.

Helaena naturally first grew closer to Aegon, due to his age, but soon her instincts would act towards her younger brother as well, as he grew to match her in height and beauty. it was all very natural; at one point their brotherly love morphed into physical desire, their touches turning into softer caresses which then turned into kissing and curious, wandering hands. Aemond even became Helaena's favourite for a while; they'd spend many evenings seeking 'comfort from nightmares' in each other's chambers. after that, Aegon would become more possessive of her and greedy, but she swore to have never forgotten him.

many were the times Aegon caught her with Aemond and vice versa - they did share neighboring chambers, after all - up until one time Aegon, aided by good alcohol, took the leap of courage and decided to join them. and after the initial embarassment of silently admitting that he, too, desired his brother sexually, and the first awkward touching of each other's nakedness, it was like the pieces finally came together for their glorious, sexual and emotional fulfillment.

if the servants in King's Landing were silently aware of the young princes' odd behaviours, the same went for the two living in Dragonstone, although they could appear innocently brotherly to the untrained eye. having grown closely in age, their bond was ever present and Jacaerys' protectiveness towards Luke grew with each passing day, especially once matters of marriage started being considered for them from an early age.

it was Lucerys' restless and curious nature, reminiscent of Rhaenyra's, what first pushed him to pose those awkward questions to his brother. Lucerys was a natural tease, it seemed; he'd be a menace to whoever deserved the pleasure of his hand in marriage. Jacaerys only hoped that it would be a man, for it seemed that his brother showed no signs of interest in girls as he did. but Jacaerys was more than happy to be his first lay when the time came; it wasn't awkward in the same sense that swordfighting or horseriding together wasn't awkward, either. Lucerys' stamina only seemed to grow alongside his beauty and muscularity, for his brother's great surprise, and it didn't take long for them to make a habit out of it.

the time came for the Dragonstone boys to be married as Rhaenyra seized an oportunity. parting ways meant that there would be little of their tradition from then on, but they reckoned they'd already had their fair share of brotherly love in their teen years. Jace would be married off to his cousin Baela, who he had been secretly in love with since childhood if he were to admit, to secure the ties with house Velaryon.

it seemed perfect enough if it wasn't for the other end of the deal. as war negotiations became messy and both sides grew tired, Rhaenyra reckoned the unusual situation at hand called for a never-before-seen deal: her youngest to be wed to Alicent's youngest, since Alicent's eldest was already wed to his sister. the entirety of the council frothed at the mouth at this, but Rhaenyra knew her youngest enough to trust in him fully; he was just like her at that age. she knew he would be able to deal with his future husband's unpredictable nature; she'd seen the looks they exchanged in their short visits to the mainland.

to everyone's surprise: Alicent took it. as much as she wished for Aemond to marry in exchange for alliance, she wished to reunite her family the most. Lucerys would be coming to King's Landing, leaving the wooden throne of Driftmark to be passed on to the Velaryon girls.

Aemond tried as hard as he managed to mantain his hardened facade and appear distasteful at first. he never wished to marry Helaena, for he knew she was betrothed to Aegon from early on, but he feared that things would turn different between them. that soon proved to be wrong, though, as he realized that Lucerys understood perfectly the political nature of their agreement. he could give less of a crap about the sex noises coming from the other room, as long as Aemond still had it in him to force all of those same sinful sounds out of him once he returned to their shared chamber.

HELP this crawled its way out of me in one sitting. i should be sleeping. i should be finishing other stuff i'm writing. oh well. please leave a note if this is anything. my askbox is also open if u wanna discuss things!~

[estrangedandwayward]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aegon II Targaryen/Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen Additional Tags: Smut, Mildly Dubious Consent, Outdoor Sex, Public Sex, Targcest | Targaryen Incest (A Song of Ice and Fire), Incest, Anal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Hate Sex, Aegon ii Targaryen is a slut Summary:

Aemond brings Aegon home after a night of drinking

[arcielee]

This was fucking brilliant.

You absolutely nailed this narrative. I enjoyed how it came from Aegon's perspective and his late night, intrusive thots thoughts. The comparison of Daemon and Viserys to how he viewed Aemond, the delightful filth that flitted through his mind about his brother, and the eerie silence that followed Aegon finishing:

It is quiet in the tent, and unsettlingly quiet outside. The sounds of drunkenness have died down, and even the grasshoppers have stopped chirping, as if time itself stood still. 

But there is no peace for him, and his reflection on the crown that was forced upon him was fucking poetic:

In the weeks that have passed since his coronation, Aegon has come to realise that his father’s crown was too light and too shiny, and that the blackened iron he now wears is a better adornment. It is heavy, and ugly, and a much truer reflection of what it means to be king; of the burden he must now carry on his woefully ill-prepared shoulders. 

Your pacing was perfection, just a rush of emotions from this eloquent filth, and please know that I screamed at the irony of the ending.

“Are you quite finished,” is his brother’s sullen response. 

Uneasy Lies the Head

Aegon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (but subtle)

This is my contribution to @targaryen-dynasty's Sleepover Challenge! I was given the prompt only one bed/forced proximity and came up with this little drabble.

Contents: masturbation, lots of incestuous vibes, but no actual incest (sorry). Also minor 'historical' and HOTD inaccuracies.

Words: 1600

Military camps are a humble affair. Even for a king. 

They have been on the march for days, waiting for news of the enemy’s movements, and enduring the most discouraging conditions. Dust caking onto their skin, painful bug bites, and having to shit in a ditch in the woods, just to name a few.

Aegon’s tent is the nicest by far, but it is still a poor imitation of what he is used to. There are furs laid out on the ground, and an oil lamp hung from the rafters, but the banner on the wall is crooked, and the furnishings leave much to be desired. All they’ve arranged for him is a wobbly table, six uncomfortable chairs, and two cots on the ground. 

One for the king, and one for his brother. 

They have not shared a chamber since they were boys. Aegon doesn’t mind it so much, but Aemond’s mouth forms an even thinner line than usual, and he makes a terrible fuss when he undresses for bed. It will be scorching hot in the tent come the morning, but his shirt stays on, and he pulls at the edge until it reaches the middle of his thighs. Lest anything indecent be on show. 

“Seven hells, I’m your brother,” Aegon says, but it only earns him an irritated sound as Aemond settles on his cot. Flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, and not a single wrinkle in the sheets draped across his form. 

Aegon retires too, much earlier than he usually would. He is sore in his muscles, and fed up with bickering advisors and difficult decisions. With riding all day, with hurry up and wait. 

There are wineskins being passed around outside, and girls too, the usual camp followers. But none of them much appealed to him tonight. Nothing out here really does.

And yet. 

When Aegon wakes sometime in the small hours, it is with a terrible ache between his legs. His cock is hard, lying stiff and leaking against his stomach, and there is a tightness in his balls that demands attention. 

He has not had the chance to indulge in pleasures of the solitary kind, as the camp offers him no privacy - not when he is surrounded by lords at all times, and certainly not now, with Aemond sleeping just a few feet away. 

He is so close that Aegon can hear his slow breaths, and smell his scent of sweat and expensive oils. Somehow, it is strangely comforting. Nice to know that he perspires just the same as everyone else, even if there’s still a pleasant hint of sandalwood underneath.

In fact, Aegon does not believe he has ever seen his brother in such a candid state as just now. Aemond’s face is flushed with heat, and his lips are ever so slightly parted; dry and chapped from the harsh summer sun. The shirt is still on, but damp with sweat and loosened at the neck, baring his glistening collar bones; the golden hair that curls on his chest. 

Aegon still has that boyish quality about him, but Aemond looks like a fully grown man. Like someone who could and should lead an army to battle. He acts more like a grown man too, as Aegon will be the first to admit. Noble. Dignified. 

Aemond would never be caught drunkenly roaming the streets of King’s Landing. He does not share his brother's fondness for spirits and women. 

Once, when they were alone in the training yard, Aegon had dared to ask you do fuck, right?, and Aemond had rolled his eye and looked at him as though it was the stupidest question he’d ever heard. 

Aegon took that as a yes. 

He would like for them to share a girl sometime, like royal princes should, like Father and Daemon undoubtedly did in their youth. He would even let Aemond choose the girl, picky as he is, and let him have first pick of her openings too. He’d choose her cunt of course, because that is the proper way, but he wouldn’t call it her cunt, he would call it something more poetic and ridiculous. Her womanhood. Her flower. 

Twat. 

But it is still a nice thing for Aegon to imagine when he starts quietly fisting his cock under the sheet. A whore kneeling on a bed, Aemond behind her and himself by her head. Cocks buried to the hilt, and wet, squelching noises coming from both ends. Aemond’s balls slapping against her arse, and his own hitting her chin. 

Or, if that is not to Aemond’s liking, then Aegon would be glad to switch places. The girl would be on her back, and he would fuck her the usual way, and they could make her squeeze her tits together and have Aemond fuck the valley in between. Because that is the one thing Aegon knows about his brother’s preferences - he does like a good pair of tits. And it’d be perfect for Aegon too, because while he would get to feel the girl’s insides, he would also be able to look at the action in front of him. See her fleshy, bouncing tits, and Aemond’s cock sliding in between. Hard, and glistening with oil, as obviously they would need some lubrication. Aegon could even help hold her tits in place, if need be. In such a position, his and Aemond’s bodies would be so close that they’d have no choice but to move together, keep the same rhythm, or else neither would be able to find his release. What a dirty thing that would be, to fuck like that. Together. 

But unfortunately, it is highly unlikely that Aemond would ever agree to something so exceedingly intimate.

So perhaps they would take turns instead, in which case Aegon would be charitable and volunteer to be second for once. He would not ask the girl to wash herself in between - he would fuck her right after, while her cunt was still full of his brother’s emission. 

And of course, the filthiest thing of all would be to make use of both of her holes at once. Aegon can think of only one position that would make it possible: the girl would have to be on all fours, and Aemond would lie underneath her and fuck up into her cunt. He would have her tits in his face, squeezing them tight and sucking on her nipples, and then Aegon would stand between his legs and slide his cock into the girl’s arse. 

The thought of it makes his balls feel tight, and he pumps his cock with one hand, and massages his sack with the other, spurred on by the filthy images in his head. 

A pretty girl bent over a table, or riding his brother, or taking them both in her mouth at the same time. His own cock pulsing in her arse. Aemond in his moment of ecstasy, spilling himself all over her tits. 

They would leave her covered and full of their royal seed. Dragon’s seed. Surely for a common whore there could be no higher honour. 

Aegon tries his best to keep silent when he comes, gritting his teeth and gripping onto the edge of his cot. His cock throbs, and he rubs the tip of it hard, each squirt of seed making his body tremble and his hips thrust up. Unwittingly, and over and over until he finally feels relieved and can wipe his fingers clean on the sheet. 

It is quiet in the tent, and unsettlingly quiet outside. The sounds of drunkenness have died down, and even the grasshoppers have stopped chirping, as if time itself stood still. 

With his urges now taken care of, it takes only moments for the knot in Aegon's stomach to tighten once more.

There will be a great battle, and then several more after that, and hundreds, thousands of men will die in his name. Their wives will mourn, and their children will starve when no one is left to farm the lands, and all of the grains they have saved will soon be requisitioned for the armies. Green and black alike. 

In the weeks that have passed since his coronation, Aegon has come to realise that his father’s crown was too light and too shiny, and that the blackened iron he now wears is a better adornment. It is heavy, and ugly, and a much truer reflection of what it means to be king; of the burden he must now carry on his woefully ill-prepared shoulders. 

There are two with whom he can share it, though. Two who would die for his cause, out of love as much as duty, and one of them is asleep in this very room. 

“Aemond,” he calls, quietly, like he would often do when they were very little and still slept in the nursery. As if to make sure he was still there. “Aemond. Aemond. Aemond?”

“What,” Aemond grumbles, hoarse with sleep, but as irritable as always. He stirs on his cot, wiping the sweat off his brow and shuffling around under the sheet. The soaked shirt is pulled over his head and tossed aside. Too hot.

“I told you,” Aegon says. 

“Are you quite finished,” is his brother’s sullen response. 

It must just be the talking he’s referring to, but. Aegon can’t be sure.

Proof read, but my brain is mush today, so sincere apologies for all the stuff I've missed.

[charnelpit]

VICIOUSLY horrible fic that i read last night consuming my every waking thought. aegmond. eye socket to cock contact. made me feel genuine pity for aemond which is a new low i think. i had a fantastic time 10/10

[helaelaemond]

ship and let ship

Tagged by @arcielee and encouraged by @sylasthegrim!

Top 10 ships of 2023! I literally have only written for a handful of ships this year - I have had a very one-track mind.

Helaemond - my brainrot started in 2022 (ofc) and has only gotten worse since then. It peaked in June-July, at which point I began to dip my toes into writing reader!fics. - this is my top ship of the decade I fear

Billy Washington x reader (especially @arcielee's little verse, I THINK SHE SHOULD WRITE MORE)

Aegmond / Aegon x Aemond - if I ship one set of siblings, why not another? Heleagon will NEVER be a thing but Aegmond? It's more likely than you think

Ned/Cat - I wrote one chapter for them which counts as making it a top ship this year

Tom Bennett x reader (it was the first reader fic I ever wrote, so he has a special place in my heart! Shoutout to @myfandomprompts' series that has my heart)

Tagging anyone that so wishes to do it!