#aemond Targaryen

[gameofthronesdaily]

Ewan Michell as Prince Aemond 'One-Eye' Targaryen House of the Dragon | 2.04 "The Red Dragon and the Gold"

[venusbyline]

Modern Helaegond being a throuple (but without being siblings, so without the incest part)

They’re so chaotic and fun together and I need more

[ladylokianna]

[chaoticstateofaffairs]

The way I cackled

[coffeebooksrain18]

Some people really don't get how horrible Aemond losing his eye is.

Because yes he lived and he learned to ride his dragon and the sword. But what many forget is the fact Aemond probably had to relearn to walk properly. That he didn't just learn to fly Vhagar, he learned to walk and then had to learn to climb again, and then he was allowed to fly his own dragon. He didn't just get back to Kingslanding and pick up a sword like it's nothing. He had to relearn depth perception, learn which way to move his body so his opponent is always in eye sight. He is addicted to milk of the poppy because his eye and scared hurt so much.

But this is only because he lived. Because he very yell could've died.

Their are lots of veins and nerves in your eye socket. He could've bled out on that floor easily. Then their is the fact if he didn't bleed out he could've died because of infection. He could've died of fever as his body healed his eye, infection or not. But if he lived he could have permanent nerve damage on his face. He could have permanent migraines because of his scar and how it slashed into his eye socket. And before anyone says it didn't, yes it did they didn't just cut his eyelid they cut open the eyeball itself halfway through. He also could have complete numbness on half his face.

He got disabled, and that isn't something to just brush off.

[livmondcole]

New Aemond still

[venmondiese]

(UN)WANTED DESIRES

-ˋˏ| summary: Aemond hasn't consummated his marriage with his wife, and he doesn't plan to.

✧ | Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!Original Female Character

✧ | word count: 2.2k

✧ | Warnings: MDNI 18+, masturbation (m), age gap (aemond is older than his wife), aemond is definitely a perv....

✧ | notes: to the last day of age gap april.... here's my offer to yall...

“YOU MISSED SUPPER” Her words to him are not unfamiliar, Aemond was her spouse after all. He had grown to welcome her presence in his life.

He had a thick book on his lap, as he read in front of the chimney. Aemond took no great interest in her, even if he was a dutiful husband. Almost dutiful. 

Younger than him, of only twenty years of life. He wasn’t much older, yet old enough for him to feel strange.  

She was what tales would call a little lady of the tower, living mostly protected by her parents, in a little castle and away from the real world. He even knew her first kiss had been at her wedding with him, giving him a peck rather than a proper kiss for someone her age.

“I apologise” he mutters, his index finger against his lips as he then turns to face her. “You ate alone?”

“yes” her tone is soft as she nods.

“Send a servant to remind me” he says reflecting and he adds. “I can lose track of time. I didn't mean to keep you waiting.”

“It was okay, do not trouble yourself…”

The two of them had known each other for… maybe four months. Or five, he couldn’t recall. She was quite the lady, smart and brilliant with people, yet cautious enough. He thought of her as a kitten, or maybe a bunny, but he wasn’t as gentle with animals, or with someone sweet like her.

Aemond  leaves the book on the little table nearby, and he stands up, to serve himself more wine and serve his wife some as well. 

When he looks at her, he sees that she was wearing that slightly sheer nightgown. It was more like a robe, but he truly didn’t know of what gowns she owned for the night. He had barely slept by her side, he could count their nights together with his hand. 

“I’ll serve you some wine.” He says softly. “You must be shivering from the cold”

He can hear the soft paddling of the feet against the cold stone of the floor, as she turns to watch him. 

“I…” the words start softly, as if gaining courage. “Husband, we… we have been married for almost three moons” 

He hums, taking another cup, filling it with wine. Then he fills the other, as he hears the stammering. 

“and… we haven’t consummated the marriage, and it makes me wonder…”

“My lady…”

“It is lonely, and…”

“The castle is full of servants, and you have ladies-in-waiting.” He reminds me, not harshly, but somewhat gentle. “And you know you can confide in me with…”

He hears the soft sound the robe makes in the ground as she takes it off. He then learns of the not so innocent intentions. 

He didn’t deem his wife capable of such things, yet here they were. 

“Look, you are a lovely girl…” he sighs, rubbing his forehead slightly, leaving down the two cups of wine next to the jar. “But truly, there is no need for this.”

“There is!” she says in somewhat a loud tone, which makes him blink slightly. 

“I am not a green boy, led by base desires with no control at all.” He starts solemnly, trying not to look at her bare body. “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to” he raises his eyebrows as her tone is slightly more desperate, getting closer to him rather quickly. She was trying every tactic she knew, he was sure.

Aemond isn’t exactly sure how his wife manages to get him sitting on the chair with her atop of him, in his lap. He could notice she was a bit self aware of being naked in front of him, surely because she was not used to it. He had never asked of her anything expected from marriage, barely acknowledging her presence in his life, his young and lively wife; yet she was eager to be his wife, to be truly his wife in the eyes of the Gods, for their marriage to be consummated. 

If the situation wasn’t so serious for him, he’d be amused by the absurdity, rolling his eyes and chuckling. Instead, his eyes wander for a few moments on her body, taking in how soft she looks. She smells kind of nice, so she probably took a bath before coming here. 

“I want you to” she says to him, leaning closer to him as he looks away for a moment, recomposing himself to not give in to the temptations “I am your wife.”

“You are my wife, but you forget that you are a maiden” His tone is not as warm (if it could even name it like that) “I have no intention of defiling you like some common whore.”

“I do not want to be a married maiden. I have a duty, to give your heirs and fulfill your desires… It is my duty before the Gods, for that’s why they invented marriage and…” 

“Enough. Look, when the time comes for us to unite like man and wife, we will do it calmly and take our time. It will not be rushed, you hear me? I have respect for your times, for your innocence and purity. It is not an easy task for women to do what you are asking for…”

He can almost see how the gears turn behind her eyes, trying to understand his words and planning the next move. He wasn’t exactly sure why she was desperate all of the sudden, maybe because of court pressure, because it was dangerous to her position as his wife or even by the questions of his mother, Gods forbid. 

He knew his wife was a pious lady, he had joined her in praying before eating, and how much she read, the Seven pointed Star or any other book. ‘Gods have granted us with the capability of learning and curiosity, and I do love to learn new things’ she had said to his questioning. 

She was quick with movements, or perhaps he is a bit slower due to his exhaustion from the day, and the late hour. She takes his hand, her grip not strong but firm, as she moves his hands quickly to place them in her breasts. 

The sudden touch, the feeling of her skin into his hands, the supple flesh as he could hear her soft sigh. She was, surprisingly, warm, unlike the coldness that the night brought. 

“Don’t you find me desirable?” she begs softly, as she makes sure to press his hands on her flesh “not even a little bit?” 

“Look…”

“Take me” she says, not in a demand, but in a desperate attempt. She moves his hand along with hers, trying to fondle her breasts and he followed the movement for a bit, enjoying how she whimpered slightly“Husband, please” 

“It is not a matter of...” he says, taking his hands away “if I like you or not, it’s a principle. You are not ready.”

“I am! I am an old maiden already”

“You are not old…” he insists. “Go to bed, it will calm…”

“I have a duty to you” she says, taking his hands once again, pressing them against her breasts. “I want this. I am ready.” she says, yet he could see her hesitation.

“No. Enough.” He says, taking his hands away and standing up, grabbing her so she doesn’t fall, and leaving her on her feet. “It is not the moment. We’ll speak about, we’ll do many things before consummating our marriage. You might have a duty, to have my heirs. And it will happen, when I deem ready” 

He leans to grab her robe, and extends it to her, taking a quick peek of her body but ultimately turning his gaze away “I will not repeat myself, go to your chambers. Rest well, wife” he says, not before sitting in his chair in front of the fire once again.

He can see her disappointment, as her face turns into that pout expression that women made involuntarily, as she puts on her robe before walking quickly away, closing the doors of his chambers. 

He sighs, waiting a time or two before allowing himself to react properly. 

He hisses softly, moving his hips slightly. Who would have thought. He thinks, almost amused.

His hand drifted down to the forming bulge on his breeches, as he thinks of how brazen his wife was. Taking off her robe, presenting herself nude to him as if to tempt him…  she was witty, yet she lacked the experience. 

His cock throbbed at the memory, the feeling of her skin against his hands, and how demanding she tried to be. Perhaps she was indeed ready, perhaps not. He has grown fond of her, and he knows how painful bedding could be. He wishes not to harm her in any way. 

He unfastened his breeches with a bit of desperation, freeing his aching cock, already hard and as demanding of attention as his lady wife. He tries not to smirk, thinking how much this was what she wanted to see and feel. The tip was slightly reddish, swollen and getting slicker by the moment. 

He moves his hand to stroke his dick, starting by the base, yet stroking all the length. He groaned, his head falling back at the exquisite sensation he needed so much.

He isn’t particularly fond of thinking of his wife in these moments, yet his mind drifts to her. Her nude body, how she presented herself to him, for his use and delight. He groaned loudly, stroking himself more firmly. It was driving him insane, she was driving him insane.

Even if he ached for it, he knew he could not fuck his wife, not yet. His balls grow heavy to the thought, but he remains firm in his position: not yet. 

But how he wants to. He craves to have her under him and hear the whimpers she would let out. It drives him insane to think about it, because he had not even taken her on their wedding night, he simply discarded the bedding ceremony before it was even proposed, and sent her to sleep. It is a bittersweet feeling, but he knew that when he finally took her, it would be when she was ready, when he deem her capable to understand what the coupling entails. Until then… His hand will have to do. 

“Fuck…” Aemond hisses. His cock jerked in his hand, the burning around the base feels delicious as he moves his hips to thrust softly into his own palm. His other hand wanders lower, grabbing his balls and tugging them just slightly, the way he liked. 

He wondered if his wife would try to pleasure his cock, if she got the chance. He was pretty sure that the idea would surprise her, to use her hands or mouth to do so, but he would teach her about it. And he will die the day she makes her best to please him from her inexperience. It will drive him mad. 

His mouth gapes open, as he mutters a series of ‘fucks’ and other words that he cannot even make sense of them. He groans at the debauched images of his head, his hips rocking forward as he fucked his own fist. 

And more so while remembering the little scene she made, to get his attention. He wondered if she knew what she was asking for, if she knew what the implications of her request were. Maybe she did understand in theory, how it worked and what happened, but he knows it is very different in practice, and sometimes, like himself the first time, one could not be ready even when knowing. 

But it doesn’t stop him from remembering her soft flesh against his fingers, how her body felt pressed against his as she squirmed on his lap for his attention. It drove him insane to know that, that she wanted him too. He remembers the feeling of her breasts, he thinks that perhaps it was an enjoyable, and new, feeling to her.  His hand strokes his length faster, remembering how her nipples stiffened to his touch, at her wanton display of need. 

If she was like this now, how would she be normally? He curses lowly, as his hand strokes him in swifter motions, as he can already feel his balls tighten up in the impending release. 

He knows he won’t last longer, so he simply decides to indulge himself in his primal desires. In the aftermath, it will be shameful, he does know, but yet he will be back at it again. 

He cums hard into his fist, the feeling making him go dizzy as he clenches his jaw in an attempt not to moan too loudly, because the tightness around his balls and base feels delicious, and his cock twitches on its own as it releases rope after rope of cum. 

He leans back against the chair, panting hard after his orgasm. He cleans his hand with whatever he had in hand, and he lets his cock twitch with the last remains of his orgasm. His orgasm was as exquisite as his wife’s visit was. 

He tucks himself into his breeches, as he knows that at least, one day, his fantasies will become a reality that he would explore with his beloved wife.

[n-i-m-u-e]

[happilyhertale]

Luna, my dear! That was so sweet... I'm so glad you liked it and somehow it made me want to write again.... I don't know why! But that makes me happy 🫶🫶

Emerald eyes - Aemond Targaryen x fem!stark-reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!stark-reader

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s note:

This story was requested a long time ago... But since the events at the weekend got me out of my Daemon rabbit hole a bit, this story is now finished! English is my second language, soo.. please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.8 k

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Aemond struggled with the idea of marrying a woman from the North. The prospect of entering into an alliance based solely on affection seemed incomprehensible to him, and the idea of marrying a woman from the North only made him more confused. However, Queen Alicent's persistent persuasion had convinced him of the importance of such an alliance and made him realise the unpredictability of the future.

The imminent demise of King Viserys, which would occur sooner or later, emphasised the need to keep the North as a firm ally before the North swore allegiance to Rhaenyra and her kin. Aemond recognised the duty of securing the North's loyalty and finally thought the idea of marriage made sense.

As he stood in the keep that warm morning and his mother fussed over his appearance, Aemond could not suppress a sigh of mild annoyance.

"Mother, could you please desist?," he finally muttered.

"If you didn't carry yourself with such disarray, I wouldn't need to rectify the creases," she replied in a hushed tone. "And you smell like your dragon again," she added.

Aemond's lips drew together into a thin line.

"Just because I am to be married, I fail to see why I should cease riding Vhagar," he retorted

Before Alicent could say anything in reply, the gates opened and a carriage rolled into the courtyard, the gravel crunching under the horses' wheels and hooves. And a spark of anticipation suddenly flared up in Aemond as he thought about what you would look like. Would he feel a pang of excitement when he looked into your eyes, as he did with certain captivating eyes? Would he enjoy hearing the timbre of your voice as you talked about your day? Or would it be a marriage of convenience, characterised only by superficial politeness?

When the carriage came to a halt and nothing happened, Aemond wanted to take matters into his own hands and open the door. But a servant beat him to it. The door swung open and shortly afterwards Lord Rickon Stark stepped out.

"Lord Stark, it is a pleasure to welcome you to the south," Alicent greeted him. Aemond, however, was mesmerised by the sight of the brown locks of hair that peeked out from behind Lord Stark. He leant slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of your eyes and Aemond's world came to a standstill. The most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen met his gaze, and an involuntary gulp betrayed his astonishment. The thought of acquiring the most exquisite emeralds in the world for you crossed his mind, but was immediately dismissed, as any emerald in the world would be considered insufficient, as it would not do your eyes justice.

The impulse to forgo his Valyrian features in order to pass on those enchanting green eyes to his future children flashed through him, accompanied by a sudden wave of uncertainty.

What if you found him repulsive? A tightness enveloped his chest and he longed to grab his mother's arm to steady himself - the chaos of emotions inside him was just too much. But all his worries vanished into thin air when your green eyes met his and you simply smiled. Aemond's lips mirrored your smile, and regardless of propriety, the two of you stood in front of each other and exchanged smiles.

"Prince Aemond," you finally said softly, and Aemond had to suppress a groan of pleasure when he heard your gentle voice.

"Lady y/n," left his lips instead, and Alicent responded almost simultaneously.

"Lady y/n. Forgive my son's manners. He was busy with his dragon, as usual, instead of preparing a proper greeting for his betrothed," Alicent added with an almost feigned gentleness.

Aemond gave Alicent an incredulous look. He didn't want you to think he wasn't interested in you. But before he could elaborate on that thought, you steered the conversation again.

"You're riding Vhagar, aren't you? The greatest dragon in Westeros?" you asked quietly.

Aemond nodded slightly, "Yes, a very old, stubborn lady.. but incredibly loyal," he replied, "If you want, I can introduce you to her," he added almost shyly.

And contrary to his expectations, you nodded eagerly and your smile widened.

"I would love to meet her, my prince," you replied.

Aemond nodded briefly in agreement.

"Follow me, Lady y/n," he said, turning slightly and extending his arm to you. You accepted the invitation with a shy smile, leaving Alicent and Lord Stark pleasantly surprised at the obvious harmony between the two of you.

Together you strolled to Rhaeny's hill, and with each step Aemond's excitement grew as to how you would react to Vhagar. Your attention remained on Aemond, however, and your thoughts wavered between the stories you had heard about him and the surprising reality that was unfolding before you.

You've heard so many terrible stories about Aemond. Many were told to you by your brother, mostly to tease you, but they still made you nervous. You were afraid that his face would be so disfigured that you wouldn't be able to look at him. That his seriousness and his petulant moments would rob you of your happiness. But he seemed completely different. His face left you speechless - but not because it was so horrible, but because you thought he was somehow handsome.

Contrary to your initial fears, his disfigured face turned out to be strangely handsome. The eye patch gave him an air of mystery, and his violet eye beamed at you joyfully. His lips were curled into a smile that made your knees weak. And now you were holding his arm, feeling his warmth, and you couldn't be happier. Captivated by his stories, you weren't distracted by his appearance - at least not too much. He talked enthusiastically about Vhagar and all the things she had experienced in her two hundred years on this world, and you couldn't get enough of it. Although you already knew a few stories about Vhagar, Aemond told you that she is probably the only known dragon without large horns on her head. She only has small outgrowths on the back of her head. He grinned enthusiastically at you and told you that he had written this information down for posterity. Your grin widened as you felt his pleasure literally bubble through your body, and somehow you felt the urge to get closer to his lips... you had to imagine how his lips would feel on yours.

As you clung to his arm, mesmerised by his tales of Vhagar, the dragon pit grew larger and larger in the distance.

You were brought back to reality as you stood in front of the huge walls of the dragon pit. Suddenly you felt the excitement again and grabbed Aemond's arm a little more. You entered the pit and went deeper inside. You had never seen a dragon before and were curious to see what effect it would have on you. But when you spotted the outline of an island in the far corner of the pit, your eyes widened.

You don't want to let go of Aemond, but he is now standing in front of you and you instinctively reach for his hand. You missed his slight smile as you reached for his hand, and the admiration for your courage in his eyes as your gaze remained fixed on Vhagar. Aemond also refocused on Vhagar and slowly walked towards her. You walked behind Aemond, sure that he would feel how wet your palm was by now, but you didn't care at the moment. Aemond lifted his other hand slightly and spoke soothingly to Vhagar in a foreign language. The dragon's huge head slowly lifted and completely mesmerised you - she was so beautiful.

Even though you were aware that she was the largest and oldest dragon in the world, standing in front of her was very different to just reading about her. You walked closer to her until suddenly you were standing next to this mountain of a dragon. Aemond watched your features closely. The way you smiled, even though your breathing was a little faster. The way your emerald eyes no longer shone for him, but for the figure in front of you, made him smile. He would feel jealousy if it had been anyone other than Vhagar.

When you suddenly reached out to touch Vhagar, his eyes widened. Just as he was about to say something, Vhagar turned her big head towards you. You stopped moving and breathing, but your hand remained on Vhagar. You looked straight into her big eyes, Aemond didn't say anything either and watched the scene carefully. But then Vhagar simply turned her head away, as if she was bored. You exhaled in relief, a soft giggle escaped your lips and you looked at Aemond, who was also smiling in relief. Slowly, you began to stroke the scales of her body. Aemond was impressed by you, by your enthusiasm, by your courage. He could never have imagined that a woman could be so interested in Vhagar, let alone in him.

The journey of your fingers continued as you explored the dragon's scales.

"How does it feel?" whispered Aemond suddenly. Your green eyes met his, your hand still on Vhagar.

"So warm.. Hard.. but warm," you said softly. "A complete contrast to the fur of a direwolf," you added.

He smiled at you and nodded slightly.

"Impressive, isn't it?" he whispered, "How such a large animal covered in scales can be so warm."

You could only nod, your hand continuing to run gently over the scales, feeling every crevice in each scale your fingers stroked.

"It's from the fire inside her, you know? It radiates through her, right into her scales..." he whispered, suddenly placing his hand over yours. The warmth now flooded your hand from both sides.

"... And when you sit on her, your whole body is flooded with her warmth..." he continued to whisper, your faces so close. Fascinated by his words, you felt his warm breath on your skin, his fingers gliding gently over yours.

"I would love to experience that..." you whispered.

He nodded slightly when he heard your words, "As soon as we're married, I'll take you with me. We'll ride Vhagar together whenever you want... " he whispered. Your lips almost touched and you felt your breathing getting heavier.

"... How does that sound?" Aemond whispered, barely perceptible.

A slight nod on your part serves as an answer and you notice how his eyes keep wandering to your lips.

"When we're married..." you finally whispered. And then your lips met. Your lips moved around each other in a literal embrace - touched cautiously at first, but became bolder with each movement, becoming more and more confident. The lips that you were both sure would be with you for the rest of your lives.

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EWAN MITCHELL As AEMOND TARGARYEN | House of the Dragon 1x10 | The Black Queen.

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Sadly couldn't get enough time to draw others.

[aegonsdrunkenpoetry]

blushing Aemond and Burgerking Aegon i am so in love gnah

I am the biggest Aegond Fan. I will draw my boys in every style❤️‍🔥. Burger King crown in modern Aegond AU is a canon!

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EWAN MITCHELL in House of the Dragon season two. Source: streamonmax on X.

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