#aemond targaryen x male reader

[tricksh0t]

★ need a ride?

☾ aemond targaryen x top m reader

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cw: very subby aemond, dom top m reader, riding, one spank, mean reader, begging, daddy kink, dacryphilia, sort of humping, the L word but you don't really mean it (love) though it's not implied enough, written with an age gap in mind

To have one of the princes of the Seven Kingdoms on your cock regularly was a privilege. What you've done with that is declare that you prefer him riding you over fucking him, just because of how pathetic it makes him. This time, you make him face away from you, tall, pale body tilted towards a mirror in front of your bed.

Aemond is more focused on the movement than the mirror, but if he looked, he'd find that your sight is more focused on what's in front of you, of course, his ass and the way it ripples every time he slams down hard.

It's rare, though. He's uncoordinated, a mess teetering on the edge of release, just waiting for your command. Seeing your cock disappear into his hole is pleasure enough, though.

"Please, daddy." Aemond sobs. Both eyes cry.

"Please what, sweet prince?" You tear your eyes away from his ass to watch him in the mirror, to watch how the tears stream down his cheeks and how his nose is wrinkled.

Aemond is usually fierce, usually aggressive, so ready to become a usurper, and he's crying on your cock.

"I–" Aemond shakes his head, hands gripping the sheets in front of him. He can't find the words, not between sobs and sharp inhales.

When your hand comes down upon his ass with a sharp slap, it shocks him out of his sobs. "Fuck!"

"Calm down, Prince Aemond." You call in a calm tone he'd find mocking if his mind were with him.

From a pit in your heart you do not often find in you, you grant him mercy, letting him take a break.

He moans when you grab his hips and make his take you whole, but leave him there. "What is it that makes you cry?"

Aemond moves to wipe his cheeks, but you catch the movement in the mirror and stop him; partly because you like the way he looks with his cheeks wet and, "Don't rub your cheeks raw, sweetheart. Just talk to me."

"'S good, daddy." Aemond says weakly. You're proud, at least, that he doesn't stutter.

"So why are you sorrowful?" Your hands rub circles into his hips, and that has them shuddering, rubbing your cock inside of him.

"I am not." He denies vehemently, shaking his head. His eyes finally meet yours through the mirror. "It's–they're happy tears. I think."

"Mm, that kind?" You hum.

Your low voice invokes a reaction in Aemond. He squirms a little on his knees. "Yes."

"Then what is it you plead for?" His mouth opens to speak, but you continue, "You have everything you could want. You have my cock, you have pleasure, you have Vhagar, you're a prince, you're wealthy."

"I–" So it wasn't just the crying that was stopping him from talking. He hiccups suddenly.

"You're embarrassed. Is that it, sweet prince?"

He nods his head just barely.

"Speak your mind." Your voice is commanding. His eyes shy away from yours. "We have known each other intimately, inside and out. You can barely stand being clothed around me. You bare yourself to me often. Surely that must merit a loose tongue."

"Please fuck me, daddy. I need that, I need it, please." He begs so sweetly.

When you give no response, he tries to turn around, but you swing him right back with hands on his shoulders. You click your tongue, and the combination of all that–your cock still in him, the disappointed sound, the manhandling–makes him flinch. "I did tell you that I wanted you to ride me, yes?"

Confusion spreads across Aemond's features along with some kind of hurt at not being able to see you outside of your reflection. "Yes?"

"Yes, who?" You ask roughly, slapping one of his dreadfully pale asscheek just to get a reaction.

"Yes, daddy!" Aemond practically wails.

"And you will do whatever your daddy wishes you to do, won't you?" You didn't even wait for him to reply, because it would matter little to you. "I told you what I wanted, and you didn't object. You do not get to change your mind now, boy."

"I–"

Your hand lays on his pale asscheek, and that reminds Aemond of, though he might not be able to see it, his other now red, stinging cheek. It shocks him into obedience. "Yes, daddy."

"There you are." You raise your hands up to hold his hips gently, a big contrast from how you handled him earlier. "Go on then, sweetheart."

Eyelids snap shut over violet and scarred blue eyes as Aemond gets back into a rhythm, or as best a rhythm as he can muster.

Riding you makes him feel like you're splitting him open, which he should like–love, even–but the movement makes his thighs burn and his knees ache.

He can't deny, though, that it feels fucking good. His gummy walls clench around your cock just to feel you more.

Aemond's bad at this, but he doesn't even realize it.

You do, plain as day. He's slow, never consistent, he finishes too quickly.

You do kind of like how sloppy he is, and how it takes him so long that your cock'll stretch him gaping. What he lacks in skill he makes up for in effort, and you know he'll always want to please daddy. Your praise misleads him.

You grasp his cheeks in both hands, making him gasp, and then you guide him. "Like that, sweetheart."

It's fruitless, as when you let go, he continues at his own pace. It's amusing, anyway, to see his face scrunch up with effort, truly believing he is doing as you asked.

"Yeah," You coo, hands settling back onto his hips and rubbing, "you got it."

You can see sweat trails on his back.

Aemond's giving riding your cock his all. He's always particularly enjoyed being full, and he wants that now. You'd call it milking. Redness burns in his cheeks.

Nevermind what you'd call it, Aemond wants it. He doubles his efforts, wanting it before, or even while, he cums himself.

He clenches the sheets, knuckles ghostly white against his already pale skin.

He can feel it, coiling up in his stomach. It's like dragonfire, the way it spreads throughout his body and excites him.

Aemond rides you faster after that, chasing his release. He wants it. Wants it, wants it, wants it.

The dragonfire turns to ash as a real fire burns, making his limbs ache.

"I can't." Aemond breathes out, out of breath with a dry tongue. Exhaustion makes itself evident the same way as pleasure did, spreading from his core to his knees to his arms. When he speaks next, there's a sob, "Daddy, I can't."

"What do you mean you can't, sweetheart?" You ask, pressing a thumb against the base of his spine.

There's sweat there, a thick sheen. "I'm–"

"Exhausted?" You click your tongue, and the burning shame of disappointment accompanies Aemond's exhaustion. "You've barely been on my cock for an hour, sweet boy."

"Please." Aemond begs. He slides his body down, pressing his chest to the sheets and arching his back; still on your cock and still on his knees, but you can see how they're about to give.

He's presenting himself to you, showing you what you can have.

"You can do it, Aemond. You've done it a thousand times before."

Aemond shakes his head. He doesn't even care for the way it makes him rub his sweat and tears onto the mattress below him. "Not this time, daddy please."

"Get up."

"Daddy–"

"I said get up."

He obeys, upper half lifting off the bed in a struggle. His calf slides out from under his knee in an effort to stand, but you grasp it harshly.

"I said get up, not stand. Turn." You almost regard him like someone that needs taking care of constantly. "Turn around now."

Aemond does so, gladly, happy to see your face even with the tears blurring his vision and even if he has to slip off your dick. You pull him further to straddle your hips.

"You," You begin, grabbing a handful of his hair to tuck his wet face into your neck. His chest presses against yours. "will keep going, and you will continue until I finish, you understand?"

"Y-Yes, daddy." His voice is shaky.

"Say it like you mean it. I've made this easier for you, I'm holding you up, you've got me to hold onto, and you'll be rubbing your cock right against me like a dog. So again, say it like you mean it, Aemond."

"Yes, daddy." Aemond says. You can hear it in his voice that he understands what you're giving him and that he's grateful. You're right, of course you're right. "Thank you, daddy."

He rolls his hips, a whole lot better than the bouncing he was attempting earlier, not for feeling but for how much less work it takes.

Pressed so close against you, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, with each roll of his hips he's pressing his dick against you. It's not intentional, just a byproduct of the proximity, but before long it becomes intentional.

He humps you more than rolls his hips, losing his mind in the pleasure. That slick feeling of his pre and your sweat making it good and easier only reminds him of Sylvi.

That only makes him feel better, imagining it.

Aemond moans, but it turns into a gasp when your fingers thread through his hair, stuck together with sweat.

"What did I tell you?"

His mind is lost to him, so he answers literally, "That you–you've made it easier."

You chuckle, "Well, haven't I?"

"Yes." Aemond breathes out. He doesn't even need you to correct him or ask, "Yes it does, daddy. It's so good, daddy. Thank you, thank you."

When he rolls his hips, it's shallow, barely rising up, but it feels good anyway. It's more about being full, taking his daddy's cock like he's made for it.

He already knows he'll be sore in the morning, hole melded to the shape of your cock.

His thighs burn again, but this time he'll get over it. It feels too good to give up.

You cradle him like he's entirely yours, a warm, guiding hand on the small of his back and another on the back of his head, keeping him against you. It's almost like you care for him.

You can still see his back, through the mirror. He rolls his hips too softly for it to be a sight, but you can still see the effort he puts into it. Furthermore, you can watch your cock disappear in and out of him, watch the way it stretches him, how it almost looks like he's sucking you in. That is what turns you on.

"Keep it going, sweetheart." You whisper into his ear.

"Yes, daddy."

You place a tender kiss at the top of Aemond's head and he shudders.

He's darn beautiful, he is. Clean shaven, everywhere. No hair on his arms, his chest or his legs. You know that special little attention to the cleanliness of his shaved hole is for you, too.

Outside of dragons, death and politics, he is rather sweet, you suppose; and no one else knows.

His lips grow apart, looser the closer he gets to release.

It's hot against your neck, your sweat and the remains of his tears, his everconstant pants, the overabundance of his messy hair.

He can't keep still, neither his hips nor his head. Sometimes his teeth find your skin, sharp like a preadator's. He'd never bite down, anyhow. Doesn't have the mind to.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

You'd been too caught up with thinking about how he was all yours, and with his cute little backside, that you didn't notice he was so close.

"There you go. Love you, yeah?" You murmur, pressing your nose to the top of his head.

Aemond can barely moan a "cumming–!" before he's finishing all over your front. He slumps right over his own mess in exhaustion, breaths slowing as he relaxes.

He think it's all over, blissed out as he is. He forgot his own promise.

Aemond hums deliriously, "Hm? Oh, love you too."

You flip the two of you over, ready to have your way, as Aemond had before. You hadn't finished yet, after all. He'd understand.

"Wait, daddy–!"

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Hi could I get some young aemond crushing on his non identical twin brother headcanons.

Thank you 😊

Young Aemond Targaryen crushing on his non identical twin brother

Tags : Targcest

You and Aemond were made for each other, you were one soul in two bodies made by the gods, why else would they have made you twins or at least that what aemond believed. 

In his eyes his twin was truly perfect and aemond was convinced that they would marry when they got older. 

He didn't like the thought of you or him marrying somebody else but each other.

Aemond was incredibly protective and possessive over you to the point where Aegon would make fun of him for it along with everything else he made fun of him for.

He would constantly try and impress you during training with ser Criston when you were both there.

He barely left your side most days, not that you ever minded, You would study high Valyrian and history together or he would come and ride your dragon with you since he did not have one.

Since you were his comfort/safe space He always came to you or Alicent for comfort after Aegon and the strong bastards made fun of him.

He both enjoyed the fact that you were affectionate with him and hated at the same time. He enjoyed/loved it since you were his entire world and he wanted your attention and affection however he hated it at the same time because it sometimes flustered him or made his heart race.

you had a habit of grabbing his hand and holding it when you were dragging him places to show him whatever weird or interesting thing you had found or when you were nervous you would hold his hand or link your pinkies together subtly for comfort which made him flustered but also incredibly smug that you felt comforted by holding his hand.

He would do anything for you, you only had to ask. If you asked him to sneak into the red keep kitchens with you in the middle of the night to sneak a few honey cakes, he would do it without hesitation.

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Comforting Prince Aemond

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, mentions of Luke's death, Aemond being vulnerable

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Aemond's strides were quick and long, covering the distance across hallways with a swiftness that implied he had somewhere important to be. His eye remained trained forward and his hands remained balled fists at his side, posture erect and poised; everything his mind wasn't.

Lucerys was dead. One minute they'd both been soaring the skies in an albeit cruel game of chase and then the next Aemond watched in horror as bits and pieces of Arrax descended into the bay below.

His stomach churned. He'd never killed anyone before, much less thought his first 'victory' would include spilling the blood of his own kin. He knew with the prospect of war the time for him to face his childhood bullies would arise but he'd never intended to do it so soon, much less during such a crucial time.

"Mother have mercy on us all." His mother had whispered in horror when he delivered the news, still dripping wet from the storm and suppressing shivers.

"You only lost one eye," His grandsire went next, nearly seething with rage and disappointment. "How could you be so blind?

His older brother's glee had fully cemented he'd only caused further stride, further issues for their house and his brother's reign. No amount of promises of a great feast to celebrate his actions soothed his mind.

Sharply turning onto one hallway, he noted the lack of guards and felt a semblance of relief. He'd debated taking the secret passageways he'd studied about during his lessons but his legs had automatically taken him in the direction of (Y/N)'s room the moment he stepped out of the Small Council room.

He cracked the door open and stepped inside the bedchambers, quietly closing the door behind him before silently approaching the bed on the opposite side of the room. Dawn began making its presence known, the sky outside brightening in color as the sun began rising.

His eye remained trained on the slumbering figure, studying the young man's features as if he were a book with all the answers. Aemond reached out to him, fingertips grazing his cheek with a light touch.

"(Y/N)," Aemond murmured, the ache in his chest subsiding when (Y/N) stirred. "(Y/N)."

"Mm..." (Y/N)'s features scrunched up, his body briefly curling into itself before stretching out on the bed. His hand appeared from underneath the covers to rub at his eye, the start of a pout forming on his lips. "What?" He exhaled, still half-asleep.

"It's me." Aemond responded, shedding the cold leather of his riding coat and draping it over the nearest chair.

The bed creaked softly when (Y/N) propped himself up onto his elbows, his brows remaining knitted together but bleary eyes softening. "Has something happened?" He asked, voice hoarse.

Aemond tugged on the laces of his riding boots, dragging them off his feet and setting them beside the chair. His lips pressed together into a taut line before he spoke, "Prince Lucerys is.. dead."

(Y/N) stared at him, his brows slowly softening with realization. "I see." He muttered and reached out toward him, warm hand wrapping around his wrist and tugging him toward the bed.

Immediately, Aemond complied, slipping beneath the warm covers and savoring the feeling against his cold skin. (Y/N) tugged the covers up to their shoulders and reached for him, delicately tugging the eye patch off and setting it aside.

"What happened?" He asked quietly, his thumb dragging lightly over the scar embedded in his skin.

"I lost control of Vhagar." Aemond felt foolish. Vhagar was his dragon, his to command; yet at the same time, it all felt so complicated. Vhagar had proven she was willing to do whatever it took to protect them both. She still had some fight in her despite her age.

(Y/N) hummed softly and treaded his fingers through Aemond's silky strands, bringing his head to his chest and scraping his fingertips against his scalp. Aemond melted against him with ease, tangling their legs together and wrapping his arms around him. He released a heavy breath.

"Mother wouldn't look at me." He mumbled into the fabric of (Y/N)'s shirt, inhaling the faint smell of soap clinging to him. "It was an accident. I only wished to frighten him."

"I know." (Y/N) cooed reassuringly, his lips pressing against Aemond's hair. "She will come to terms with it in time."

"I-"

"Rest, Aemond.. you are shivering and exhausted. We may speak later." (Y/N) spoke gently, the heel of his hand pressing into Aemond's temple and tilting his head upward. Aemond's eyes fluttered shut and he savored (Y/N)'s lips pressing into his.

Tightening his hold, Aemond buried his face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you." He sighed and allowed slumber to overcome him.

[weird-addiction]

Could you write something for aemond? let it be a smut and the reader be your twin brother too :)

Fire in our Veins

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Male!Older!Twin!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Targcest, Twincest, 18+ Themes, mostly no dialogue, sub!aemond, dom!reader, overstimulation, creampie, soft to rough

The faith called them abominations, but do they care? No. Despite the two of them being raised by a mother who was so devout to the faith, they were still every bit Targaryen. 

The blood of the dragon runs thick, and through them, they yearned for each other more than anyone else. Even more than Daemon and Rhaenyra. Twin flames that were meant to burn together. 

Since their youth, they have always experimented with each other under the sheets in the hours of the wolf. Concealing their voices, they could not afford for others to find out. 

“Gods, brother…” Aemond whispered out, his voice was strained from being forced to keep the volume down. 

“Shh, this was your idea!” Y/n kissed down his twin’s chest, almost in a comforting way. 

Aemond’s eye patch was off as his sapphire eye was on full display. Both of their clothes were on the floor forgotten, they just wanted the contact of each other’s skin.

The covers were moved to the end of the bed so had more space. Aemond had his arms around his twin, scratching the other’s back with his nails; bound to leave new marks. 

“Alright enough.” Y/n spoke suddenly as he stopped with the foreplay. 

He pulled Aemond by his ankles closer to him, putting one leg over his shoulder. The younger whined ever so slightly to let him know that he was getting impatient for him. Y/n rolled his eyes as he leaned down to kiss him. 

Aemond moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Y/n’s neck tangling into his silver hair. When they pulled away, a string of saliva still connected them together. 

Reaching down with one hand, Y/n stroked himself a few times as he admired his twin in the moonlight that came through the glass windows. 

Lining himself up as he thrusts himself inside, it was still as tight and warm as the first time. Aemond threw his head back as his eye rolled back just for a moment before coming back. 

The younger nodded as to give the older the signal to start moving, which he did; the pleasure came with that. The motion of going in and out along with the warmness that Aemond’s insides brought were always enough for both of them to feel good. 

The younger moved one of his arms down to his own hard on, but his hand was slapped away, his gesture did not go unnoticed it seemed. Y/n shook his head at him, taking his hand and putting it back around his neck. His pace had started to pick up, the sound of skin slapping went around the room but not loud enough to through the stones. 

“W-wait-” Aemond could not even finish his sentence as his release washed over him in an instant, the shocks of pleasure overtook his body as his muscles twitched and his hips bucked upwards. His breathing became heavy as he tried to retain his normal breathing pattern. 

The elder stopped his movements and only grinded slowly to let his twin ready out his climax, but he was not done. He placed a hand on Aemond’s chest to keep him flat on the bed. Grabbing both of his legs now, he picked up his movements once more, this time more rough than the last. Aemond had no time to process as he was driven into overstimulation so quickly, gripping the sheets beneath him to have something to ground himself. 

Now he was just chasing after his own climax, the desperation of wanting to finish took over and he was feral. Losing all self restraint and control, like a dragon off its chain. His twin could only moan as he practically pounded into him, hitting Aemond’s prostate with every thrust. 

Gripping the sheets himself, he drove back in one last time before reaching his own release. Not bothering to pull out, he collapsed onto Aemond’s chest, trying to catch his own breath. 

He could feel that his twin was playing with his hair, which always calmed him down. 

“Are you alright?” Y/n asked as he moved his head to look up at the one eyed prince.

“Yes…” Aemond made a noise as he got himself in a more comfortable position. 

“Good. You can at least walk normally tomorrow.” Aemond could hear the smile in his words, in which he responded with his own. 

[dragonismo]

— of lies and empty promises.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Strong! Reader.

trope: something between star-crossed lovers and friends x enemies x lovers.

synopsis: while you enjoy a pleasant afternoon together, the differences between your families begin to make their way into your friendship, giving rise to moments of discontent between both of you.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: Both Aemond and reader are young. I believe there is no more warnings. Only Aemond is a tad bit possessive, jealous, and manipulative, but is purely innocent.

an: I've had this story saved in drafts since season 1 ended, but I've been neglecting it. Now, after seeing how hot handsome Aemond looks in the season 2 trailer, my fixation is back and so is my desire to publish this. This is something like a small introduction to what I have planned, so please, if you are interested, stay tuned for the next chapters!

You and Aemond were resting under the shade of the weirwood, with the sunlight filtering through its branches and red leaves. It was the most tranquil place in the Red Keep, ideal for doing nothing but enjoying a well-deserved rest after a day full of study and sword training, and as it was a rather warm summer afternoon, the mood was truly pleasant.

"I wish every day were this peaceful," you commented as you lay on the grass. "I would spend my entire life here if I knew no one would dare bother me. Can you imagine? Just lying in the sun, with no one behind rushing us to our lessons. And so, perhaps we could spend more time together."

"As far as I am aware, no one keeps you from my company," Aemond replied as he lay down next to you, palms flat on his stomach, legs crossed.

His comment made you frown: was he playing the fool, or was he really oblivious to certain glances? While shading your eyes from the sun with one hand, you tilted your face towards him before responding. "Oh, but they do, they sure do. I bet you know it is so."

"Oh, and by whom?" he inquired with a mischievous grin, one that vanished as soon as he heard the answer to his own question.

"The Queen."

Oh now that made him roll his eyes.

It was an immediate reaction, as Aemond was more than used to hearing you refer to his mother as if she were an impediment to your friendship, being that she never raised any objection despite her own opinions regarding Rhaenyra's children.

And how could she not have them? It was more than clear to him not only the truth hidden behind his mother's suspicions, but also how they were much more than mere prejudices towards the Princess.

"As I have told you countless times before," he said, not bothering to hide the subtle hint of frustration he felt at bringing up the issue again. "My mother holds no grudge against you."

"Then maybe her face hasn't caught on," you countered. "Or have you not seen how she scowls upon seeing me?"

"Believe me, you are not the source of her complaints. Mother spends more time grumbling about your brothers than about you, and rightfully so. They are fiends. You are not to deny it."

But to you it didn't seem such a far-fetched idea. You were about to argue once more, but then suddenly refrained from voicing your own opinion on the matter. You knew Aemond's position; how he preferred to turn a deaf ear and therefore often dismissed the matter. After all, what could the Queen do? She was not going to succeed in separating you both when the King was more than delighted with your bond.

Moreover; was it really worth arguing? It would do nothing but sour things between you two, something you feared greatly, for you held Aemond in high regard.

"Do as you wish," you replied. You did not want to interrupt the peaceful mood with reminders of the many quarrels that prevailed in your family, and so as usual, you decided to remain silent and put the whole matter aside. Still, your discontent showed on your face. "I was only expressing my desire to spend each day as I do now. I wish my only duty was to lie here and take a nap."

Aemond chuckled. "I fail to see where I fit in."

"I m afraid you are too irritating to be a part of it."

"Well, that is rather unkind of you. And selfish, I would say, as I want to be included anyhow," Aemond retorted stubbornly.

As he sat now with his hands on his knees, he looked at you with a determination unbecoming of someone his age, for not even men sounded as certain when they chose their greatest pursuits. But in Aemond's eyes, at nothing but ten years old, there wasn't a hint of doubt when he said, "Every time I imagine where I wish to be, you are by my side. Even in my dreams I relish in your company. I believe it is only fair that I am part of your ambitions and yearnings too, would you not think so? I would like it that way."

"But I never asked for such a thing," you replied. "Why am I to even consider it? I want my dreams to be my own, and not shared with anyone else. Dreams are one's own thing after all. So I wonder, why share them with me?"

"Because I love you, of course," Aemond answered you without further regard. "And if you love me as much, you must include me in yours, for not to do so means our friendship is not as important to you as it is to me," he added that last bit with a hint of playfulness.

You then turned to look at him. "Not as important?"

How confusing. It should bother you to hear him claim such a thing, for after all, were you not the one who had always defended him from the ill-treatment of your brothers? Were you not the one who had shown him unconditional affection despite the growing differences between your family? Were you not the one who, even in these moments, and as hard as it was not to, had never been upset with him? For even when you were accused of loving him less or branded as egotistical, you worried that those concerns were far more than harmless banter.

"Of course I love you as much. I would say more, even."

Aemond's smile widened, as he had expected such an answer. "And yet, it is I who always has you in mind. Who loves whom the most, then?"

"Me," you wanted to say. But was love not too big a concept for such young people?

You were taken aback. Not because the answer would be disheartening, and certainly not because you doubted the extent of your affection for him, quite the opposite: for one as young as yourself, the dephts of your feelings frightened him.

Then, instead of answering his question, you sat up, wiped the dust from your hands on your robes, and with sudden curiosity asked, "And what is that dream of yours, pray tell? I reckon it is no more mind-boggling than mine, where I gorge myself in lemon tarts as I ride the Black Dread."

Aemond snickered at your comment, but his words sounded a bit too serious to be a jest when he uttered them. "Well of course it is simpler. It is just about…"

"Your highness," a voice interrupted him.

A handmaiden approached from the opening, looking somewhere between hurried and delighted, something that intrigued you as much as it annoyed Aemond, who hoped this interruption would be brief so he could resume his comment. After a bow, however, he found her words rather daunting.

"Your mother sends for you, your highness. She wishes to introduce you to a new brother," the woman announced, which caught your attention so much it made you forget all about your previous conversation with him.

"My mother, you said?" you beamed before you pushed yourself up from the ground in no time, dusted off your clothes and bade Aemond farewell with such haste he could barely make out an "excuse me" as you and the handmaiden walked away.

He watched you as you ran ahead of her, clearly excited to meet what awaited you in your mother's chambers. As for him, he remained seated under the tree for a few seconds longer, a hint of jealousy souring his smile as his brow furrowed.

What a pleasant afternoon you were having so far. And yet again, your siblings always seemed to interrupt you both, even if they were not doing so directly. Will he ever be free of the burden of kinship?

How you could choose your brothers was beyond him. Was he not the one who often amused you? He had always considered himself closer to you than Jacaerys and Lucerys, but what was it about those bastards that always pulled you away from him nonetheless? And now there was a third!

Were his concerns correct then? Did he love you more than you loved him? But no, the very idea seemed so absurd it brought a scornful laugh from him.

You would never dare choose them over him!

"Damn them," he exclaimed before standing up as well. There was no use in staying here now that he was alone.

[ironboyxs]

Night of the Broken Dragons pt.2

honestly I wasn't expecting to write a second part to this story but it was so well received and someone commented that they would like a sequel, so here it is! p.s. I don't know how to write smut properly

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Warnings: Targcest and smut

part1 here

A few days after the night he spent with his uncle in King's Landing, Y/N was back in Dragonstone. He didn't know how to react to the last few days. All he could think about was Aemond and how he could see him again, but he knew that a visit to King's Landing was out of the question.

"Why are you so distracted, brother?" - Jace asked. The family was gathered for dinner

"Just thinking about…"

"About?" - Lucerys asked.

"Nothing, I was just distracted." - The boy said clearly lying, something he was never very good at.

Daemon and Rhaenyra looked at each other, they knew each of their children very well and knew that something was wrong with the boy. He wasn't usually so absent-minded, or miss his appointments as he had been in the last few days. Dinner continued despite the awkwardness, Y/N's siblings chatted while Daemon and Rhaenyra talked about politics, until the doors opened. It was one of the knights who protected the castle, he seemed embarrassed to enter so suddenly into something that should supposedly be familiar. -

"Forgive me, princess' - He said to Rhaenyra "But a raven came for young Prince Y/N and in it a note said it was urgent." - Y/N was surprised, who could be sending him urgent messages at this time of night?

"Let me see" Daemon said.

"Father, it's for me." Y/N had already lost his fear of calling Daemon father, at least in Dragonstone.

"Okay." Daemon rolled his eyes, "Give it to the boy."

The knight approached the prince and handed him the letter.

"Thank you," Y/N thanked him.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll read it in privacy." – He said, leaving the dinner table, leaving the whole family curious.

It was a letter from Aemond, obviously it would be a letter from Aemond, why hadn't he thought of that?

In a secluded corner of the castle, the young prince opened the letter that read:

“Nephew, I need to see you urgently. Please meet me in the Meadows near God’s Eye Lake. Nyke jāhor ao. (I need you).

The letter was short but to the point. Aemond needed him, and Y/N could no longer stand the distance since the last time they were together, when they had shared such great intimacy. The boy headed for the dragon pit.

“Get Aelithys ready. I’m going out.” He said, entering and speaking to the dragon masters. “But, my prince, it’s already late.” One of them said to the boy. “I know, but I need to resolve an urgent matter. I count on your discretion and not go running to tell my father or mother.” The prince looked at the masters seriously.

A few minutes later, the light pink and white dragon was ready to fly. Rhaenyra always said that Aelithys was the perfect dragon for Y/N, both with a delicate yet majestic appearance.

"Aelithys, soves!" – The prince commanded and the dragon flew. The prince's long blond hair, which at this point reached almost to his waist, was not tied up, so he could feel the wind shaking his locks, which made his escape even more exciting.

After a flight of about 20 minutes, he arrived at the place where Aemond had indicated in the letter. Even in the darkness, it was difficult not to notice Vhagar behind the mountain, the dragon was too huge to go unnoticed.

Y/N landed his dragon near Vhagar, knowing that the two could get along well, and went to look for Aemond. He did not have to walk far, because at the top of the nearest hill his uncle was sitting, watching the stars.

"Vēzos, vestās nykē?" (Uncle, did you send for me?)

Aemond was not startled by the boy's sudden presence. He simply stood up and as soon as he could he put his hands on Y/N and pulled him towards him, giving him a kiss. Y/N was surprised but could not deny that he had wanted this for a long time.

"Nyke ūndegon lēda ao, ñuha jorrāelagon." (I have missed you so much, my beloved)

Y/N blushed at Aemond's words.

"I missed you too." - He said, caressing the taller man's cheek. "But what was the urgency? Why did I need to come so quickly?"

Aemond's gaze became saddened, Y/N then realized that his uncle had been crying, something he never thought would happen after they were children.

"Aemond, what happened? - Y/N said with affection and love in his voice.

"Come with me first." - He pulled the younger man by the hand and led him to a small stone house that was on top of the hill.

"What place is this?" - Y/N asked suspiciously.

"I paid the owners of the house to make it comfortable and tidy, and I gave them an inn and enough money so that they wouldn't tell anyone about my stay here."

"You got a house just to find me?" - The younger man smiled.

"I would get a castle if I could" - Aemond looked intensely into his nephew's eyes. "Come in."

They entered a small stone house with rustic walls and a heavy wooden door. Inside, the warmth of the central fireplace enveloped them, with crackling flames illuminating the simple but cozy space. Fur rugs covered the stone floor, and a sturdy wooden table occupied the center, flanked by rough benches. On the wooden shelves, clay utensils and baskets of dried herbs completed the scene. In the corner, a bed covered with woolen blankets and furs promised rest, while the soft light of the candles and the low ceiling with exposed beams made the environment cozy and safe.

"It is a cozy place." - Y/N said to his uncle.

"I am glad you liked it, now please sit down." - Aemond pointed to the soft bed.

Y/N sat up and was eager to hear what his uncle had to tell him. What could be so serious and urgent to make him sad and call for him so urgently?

"My parents have found me a wife." – Aemond got straight to the point.

Upon hearing his beloved's painful confession, Y/N's face contorted in a mixture of sadness and despair. He knew that this moment would probably come one day, for one of them. Y/N's mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Y/N felt his chest tighten, and he struggled to catch his breath. His heart, already broken by the impossibility of being together, now suffered an even deeper pain. He lowered his head, trying to hide the pain, and his hands tremble slightly, his mind clouded with the anguish of a future apart and the regret for a love that cannot blossom.

"But I don't want you to worry about that" - Aemond said seeing his nephew's despair and quickly placing his hands over his.

"I knew that one day this would happen Aemond, with me, or with you." - Maegor takes a deep breath - "We could never be together anyway "- The boy's gaze was of pure sadness.

"I refuse to marry any noble girl I've never seen in my life, I refuse to not be with someone other than you. And that's why I called you here." - Aemond gently takes Y/N's chin and makes him look at him "I have a plan."

"A plan?" - Y/N asks curiously.

"Your father has allies in Dorne, right? There we can be whoever we want. If we offer the ruler there the protection of our dragons, they will accept us with open arms."

"And risk a war against the Targaryens? Aemond, are you crazy? Run away?" - Y/N really wanted to believe that they could have a future together, but he didn't know if that was the right way.

"I won't be without you." - Aemond said in a decisive and possessive way. "I won't accept anyone by my side other than you."

Y/N was flattered by his uncle's words, he knew that the passion between them was intense and that it would burn with them as long as they were alive. They just might need a better plan.

"Let me talk to my parents before we try to run away somewhere?" - He said in a calm tone.

"Do you think your parents would accept us?" - Aemond asked skeptically.

"You'd be surprised at what they do for their children's happiness. Your mother can be… Persuaded. And your father, well, sorry to say but, he would do whatever his favorite daughter asked."

"I've gotten used to my father not being present in my life. I can't get used to missing you."

"So, let me talk to my parents and if nothing works, we'll run away, okay? Whether to Dorne or anywhere. I don't want to be away from you either, Aemond." – Y/N said with all the sincerity in his heart.

Aemond slowly approached, his gaze fixed on the other's face, a mixture of desire and passion in his eyes. He raised his hand and gently placed it on the back of his beloved's neck, feeling the warmth of his skin. His lips, initially half-open, approached the other's softly, until their lips finally touched, hesitantly, almost like a silent question. The moment the contact was made, something was awakened, and the kiss, which began timidly, soon intensified.

Their bodies instinctively moved closer, as if they were trying to merge into one. The hand on the back of his neck now squeezed more firmly, bringing him closer, while the other glided over his beloved's chest, feeling the accelerated rhythm of his breathing.

Their lips intertwined with more urgency, and the kiss became deeper, exploring and discovering, as if time had stopped. Their breathing mingled, while their mouths found a rhythmic and passionate dance, their bodies in perfect synchrony, locked in the moment. Aemond lays his nephew on the bed, kissing his neck, not caring if it would leave marks or not. He wants them to know that Y/N Targaryen already has an owner.

"Nyke jaelāt ao." (I want you) – He says with a growl in his nephew's ear.

"Nyke issa aōhon vēzos, jāhor nykē hae aōhon." (I am yours uncle, take me as yours).

Hearing these words come out of Y/N's mouth, Aemond lets out a growl and begins to undress the boy. Slowly taking off piece by piece of the complicated and beautiful clothing he was wearing. When Y/N was finally naked, Aemond looks at him like a dragon looks at its prey, wanting to devour him.

You are the most beautiful human being in all the seven kingdoms and beyond. – Aemond says, caressing the younger man's cheek. Y/N blushes at the compliment and seeks his uncle's mouth, wanting to taste more of the sweet nectar of his kiss. As they kiss, he helps Aemond remove his clothes, now both of them naked, once again in an intimacy that is only theirs, and that they only wanted to have with each other.

"There is some oil in the drawer next to the bed" - Aemond said to his nephew.

Maegor laughs, realizing that his uncle was expecting that to happen.

"Were you already preparing for this?"

"I wasn't going to find you and just give you a kiss" - He says, taking the oil and smearing it on his fingers. - "Relax, it's me, remember that I will always take care of you."

Aemond thrust himself inside Y/N, feeling the boy's warm insides tighten around him.

"Gods, you're still going to be my downfall" - He said, kissing his nephew's neck.

Y/N's breathing was labored, he had only done that once before, and with Aemond himself, but even so, his uncle was very big and his body needed time to adjust.

"May I move?" - Aemond asked gently.

Y/N nodded confirming that he could and Aemond began to move slowly, seeking more pleasure for his nephew than for himself.

"Is that okay?" - He said, still with his face buried in the younger's neck.

"You can go faster" - Y/N said breathlessly.

"Your request is my command, my prince" - Aemond chuckled.

The older man began to move faster, hitting a specific spot that he knew made Y/N roll his eyes. Y/N felt like he was in heaven, he never thought sex could be so good. He grabbed his uncle's hair and pulled him closer for a kiss.

"I won't last long" - Aemond said with a panting breath.

"Inside" - Y/N said.

That was all the older Targaryen needed to hear, he increased his pace which made the younger one roll his eyes in pleasure. The two screamed each other's names as they had their orgasms synchronized.

Aemond collapsed on top of Y/N, tired after sex.

"Nyke jorrāelagon ao." (I love you) - Aemond said.

Y/N's heart warmed when he heard his uncle's confession,

"Nyke jorrāelagon ao tolī" (I love you too).

"We'll work this out, we won't be separated" - Aemond told his nephew.

"No, we won't." - Y/N said kissing the scar on his uncle's eye. Zaldrīzoti jēdari lēda sīr.

Dragons belong together.

[scentedpepper]

Guilty Pleasures

AEGON II TARGARYEN X SERVANT!GN READER

Summary: Aegon II Targaryen seeks out his servant in the most desperately pathetic of times.

Content Warnings: Implicitly explicit sexual speech/themes, drunkeness, established relationships, complicated dynamics, may come off as reminiscent of non-con at some points(?) but was written without intent of such nature, friends (not really) with benefits (also not really), aegon ii targaryen, touch starved (reader and aegon)

Other Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x GN! Reader

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

Is this brainrot?

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"Please, please. "

You're not sure what about this situation perturbes you more.

The situation itself, which contains that of a drunken Prince Aegon clinging onto your red tunic in the midst of a dimly lit corridor as you attempt to carry dirtied dishes over to the others in the kitchen, falling over himself and pleading.

Or the fact that there is, inexplicably, no one around to witness this outrageous display of drunkenness occurring before the very eyes of the prince's subjects—not even the knights you'd passed on your way here, it seems, as the hall leading to the kitchen is practically empty.

There's almost a feeling of being stranded out at sea, out in a thick, harsh, uncaring, overpowering fog as you find yourself drifting aimlessly to and fro in the absence of a guiding beacon, desperate to return home; a sense that those who came down these halls are surely gone, or somewhere else altogether, but the general, indescribable loneliness this leaves one with still persists in clinging onto your skin, and it isn't a pleasant feeling.

You don't want to know how or why you're being required to look at this god-awful display, yet here you are, with the Prince himself, grabbing you and holding you closely.

You can smell his breath.

The Prince Aemond had advised you many times to stay clear of his brothers line of sight when he was like this, stupid with drunkness. It was always the same warning he'd pass quietly to your ear, gesturing from across the throne room, as if you couldn't see the wine become of him yourself.

His breath is a putrid mix of fruity, sweetened wine and rotting meat, the stench alone just about ready to have you empty your stomach right into the corridor—you want to move him off, or away, or something, but in the near darkness, he simply holds onto your clothes and lays against you, pathetically.

As you fidget to find a way to escape his steel vise grip without causing him offense, he clamps a hand to the side of your face, firmly, not a slap but rather a moment of stillness. His gaze snaps up, meeting yours and flashing his glazy, violet eyes.

You slowly come out of your squint, out of your hunch. He has only taken a very short few seconds to simply gaze through the dark at you before making a wet snort noise. A cough follows it.

A repulsive sound.

He giggles then, almost, or moans? It could be an admittance of his intoxication, as he rests his weight into your side, but the way his hands are tightening into a fist in the fabric of your tunic isn't very encouraging.

"My Prince..." You start, but he forbid you from continuing.

"Please. " He says again, swaying, sniffing, slurring. One of his hands gently traces up the material of your sleeve. "Please, Y/N. "

It is not particularly surprising that he calls your name. Despite yourself, you have come to know both princes more than you would have wished yourself to when you first came here, from Dorne. But somehow, hearing the sound of your name fall from his lips in this particular tone isn't as familiar as you'd hoped.

Nonetheless, its an otherwise strangely sober utterance from his mouth, except for the mild stumble over each syllable, and an oddly solemn cadence. You'd think by now there was not a shred of lucidity left in him, judging from his actions and words prior, but there's a certain formality to it that rings all too clear in the hazy atmosphere.

"Please. " He says again, in your silence.

And you're really not even sure what he's pleading for, anymore.

At first, you'd assumed his call had been one akin to assistance; to carry his belongings–or rather him–to his chambers and pull the covers over him, like you always did. But this has transpired into something far more...unfamiliar. And you're not certain that it should even be a possible interaction between the two of you, even if he had become thoroughly entrenched in a state of drunken obliviousness.

And you are not eager to determine the sincerity of his pleas.

"My Prince, you are much too given away. You do not know what you ask of me..." You say, gripping his wrist away from your face and furthering yourself backward as to give him space. "And I do not know what you request so vehemently from me. "

He stumbles forward and you do your best, with the dishes shifting to one arm, to catch him. The food falls from atop the pile and bounces twice and rolls to your feet as the dishes and cutlery clatter to the ground. Displeased sounds pass your lips.

"You need not worry for the plates. " He slurs, unbothered by the loud crash nor the glass crunching under his feet.

It's an awkward position; his arm locked around your neck, pulled up toward him and stumbling as if to drag you along as well. He can hardly support his own weight yet is unwilling to free himself from this strange embrace.

"My Prince. " You utter in exasperation, your arm curled around his waist. In hopes that he will be steady enough to lean on his own feet, you try to let go. But his grip only tightens. "Allow me to help you to your chambers and I can see you go undisturbed. "

"I don't want to walk. " He sniffs, bringing his face closer to yours. With your hand still wrapped around the crook of his elbow, you lean back. It was a routine situation you've found yourself in, but certainly not a pretty image that anyone would hope to stumble across.

As you lean back, so does he and his dead weight pushes you harshly into the wall. "Y/N, please. " He breathes out dramatically.

Perhaps if you remain quiet, he will tire and slip away just as he did the last dozen times.

He tries to rest his cheek on your chest, eyes growing misty and drooping, but unable to find a comfortable perch because of his drunken inclination to muss and disrupt the space he occupied.

Frustrated, you tap him lightly and try to roll out from under his weight.

He doesn't budge.

"My Prince, you burden upon me too heavily with such unseemly behavior..." And there was more you wished to say, but the burning at your cheeks and across the bridge of your nose has stifled your speech.

"I couldn't care. Less. If I tried. " The Prince mutters.

He adjusts his arm around your neck, a drunken repositioning of limbs, and tugs your head closer to his. Your skulls mingle there in the dark, cold air in the most unspeakable manner.

There is no way, no chance in all the heavens above, that your actions have been even a grain of worthy. And despite the temptation you feel for motion against the foolish, insolent, ridden of capacity to think man before you, you know nothing will come of it other than pain to be regretted for the rest of time, probably.

"You must remove yourself from me, My Prince. So that we may return to our respectable places. And not disgrace each other's positions before the palace. "

"Fuck the palace. Fuck my place. " He spits, swaying and throwing his other arm around your neck, pulling himself even closer.

It clicks then, as his body pushes fully against you.

"If you're asking for me to give you relief, My Prince, then there's nothing I can do for you–"

"Y/N. Please. It's getting painful. Please. "

"Is your hand insufficient?"

You swear, if there were light, his skin color would match perfectly with your crimson tunic.

It is such an inappropriate, improper conversation that you would scarcely wish to have. Least of all here. Where anyone could walk by.

"It would...not be the first..." His voice is weak and quiet. You can hardly hear him. "The first time you..." He doesn’t finish, too consumed by his indulgences.

"My Prince. " You reply sharply, though you wished to say so much more. "Your hand is sufficient. This is unspeakable. I have never sought you in such treacherous ways. "

And though you could not see his face, could not read the thoughts that crawled through his foggy, drunk-muddled mind, you could hear his sighs of displeasure. As if he were the one suffering through all this nonsense.

You take his silence as a plea for your goodwill and pry his hands off your neck, leaving him against the wall of the hallway while you crouch to collect the discarded tray and its broken contents.

"If that is all, My Prince, then will you not go to your chambers now?"

He stares up at you in utter defeat. His eyes are wide and vulnerable and uncertain, a stark contrast to the iron-willed royal who had dismissed you without a second glance no less than three moons ago.

He has that look in the irises, those violet pearls, that you recall seeing a handful of times in the other nobles of House Targaryen. A fleeting moment, a window into something far greater and more complex than a single second could reveal. A deeper and darker emotion that stirs within you pity. You believe the color would be similar to what is felt when someone is terribly remorseful, regretting what they said or did in a time that is long past.

"Please do not start crying, My Prince. " You say and the vexation has not left your tone. "You'll have forgotten the conversation within the hour, a tear will do you no good. "

Your tone was harsh, unkind, not quite vicious. But it is curt and strong enough, from a mere servant no less, to strike like a whip to his spirit. He blinks once, and looks away, not a sound leaves his throat as he stiffens, and waits.

And then his lips pull up, he goes rigid, and he sniffs and wipes his nose with the cuff of his blue shirt. And finally, without another word, his eyes well up and the tears burst forth and run down his face like twin waterfalls.

"My Prince. " You whisper. But he's not listening to you. He's red in the face and sobbing uncontrollably. "Stop. Why are you-please stop. "

"I've known it. " He manages out, his voice thick with mucus. "You-dislike me so much. I apologize. " His body is like a loose feather floating in the air and you know that he is soon to make it to the ground if you do not intervene.

It pains you, somewhat, to watch him unravel. It's like observing a bird unable to find its wing. Or the crumbling of a home, a castle that has stood for lifetimes but not strong enough to bear the weight that has piled upon it.

But nevertheless, you are used to such outbursts. Such grand feelings of pity.

You set the tray accompained by shards of glass down on the floor and wipe your hands off with a sigh. Wordlessly you maneuver yourself to the prince's side, scooping him gently with your arms around him and drag him toward the exit.

He whimpers at being jostled, but you suspect it's from surprise rather than true hurt. He doesn't do anything else for a long few seconds until his legs finally unlock and he manages to fumble into a somewhat coherent position beside you.

He is still crying.

"My Prince-" You say, worried, slightly alarmed, as you've heard no noises yet from the people of the palace, but the walls beg to wake them. "Please, I implore you. It would not behoove the both of us if the servants saw you like this. "

He sniffles and sniffles and lets out another trembling sob as his pace lurches a little closer to a stagger rather than a stand. "You didn't even deny it. "

"Deny what, My Prince?"

"That you hate me. "

Your frown deepens.

"My Prince, why would you presume such a thing?"

"You are so cruel. Cold, even. "

"I beg your pardon, My Prince. "

"And I cannot get it out of my head. The idea that..." He trails off and hiccups. You gently guide him away from the banister of the walkway to the stairs, pushing him softly to continue his disheveled wander.

"Shhh, " you say, "keep going, My Prince. "

"Please...can we-please ta–talk. " He stutters out.

You contemplate for a moment as his fingers dig into your arms.

"Yes, My Prince. But your chambers are more befitting this conversation. "

He seems content enough with this, for now, to shut his trap and allow you to escort him down the long, twisting path. You can feel his heart pound through his ribs against your arm. It stirs a deep, familiar, and unnerving feeling in you.

"Almost there, My Prince. "

He mumbles something under his breath, too quickly and too choked-up, to understand. You focus more on the wet sniffle his nose emits afterwards than the actual words that have passed his quivering lips.

As you guide him further in the direction of his chambers, the distance between the both of you stretching even farther, his eyes dim, and his lips curl down, and he releases a long, audible sigh. But there's no tear that follows with it; his sobbing is under control once again, even if just barely.

Thankfully, the chambers aren't as far now, it should take only a few minutes, five at most, to make it there. When you eventually see his door come into view, he stops you abruptly.

You pause momentarily and look back, taking notice of his expression as a troubled frown plagues his normally semi-collected features, giving him a more somber and saggy aura. Something in your chest feels hollowed out as he glares down at the ground, his purple eyes looking incredibly sad.

"Why...Are you forcing me to go in there...? " He mumbles, slightly dazed.

"My Prince, the night is late and all those around have gone to sleep. I am sure you are fatigued by the wine, and that is why your thoughts have become so out of order. "

He allows himself to be dragged closer to the room. You make fleeting eye contact with the knowing knight posed stiffly at Aegons doors before you release him, moving to open the oak yourself.

As he stumbles in, mumbling still under his breath, you turn to walk away but the hand that suddenly comes to snatch at the sleeve of your tunic causes you to take pause.

You glance back towards him, trying to convey a question through your unwavering eyes, but his entire attention is drawn to the floor.

"I am only closing the door, My Prince. " You say simply as the wood slides closed behind you with a loud click.

Silence.

A long silence, followed by a quick gulp, and then, at last. "Don't leave. "

But his eyes are shut, his head cast to the side as he slumps forward, barely managing to stay on his feet, leaning heavily on you for support.

"I won't leave, then. " You say and pat his shoulder sympathetically.

Still silence. Another swallow. "Good. "

"Very well, My Prince. "

You begin pulling him toward the bed; he lets you, swaying and stumbling and rubbing his eyes with his fists. As you maneuver him down onto his comfortable sheets, he lets out a weak giggle.

His eyes flutter open, cheeks rosy red and wet. He blinks twice.

"Goodnight, My Prince, " you say softly.

He is frowning.

You wipe the stray tear tracks off his face, careful not to scratch the delicate, wet skin, before bringing your hand away.

He reaches out and catches the sides of your palm.

His skin is soft and warm and slightly damp. He smiles hesitantly. His eyes slowly come up to meet yours; they're glazed and watery with tears and a deep sense of vulnerability and uncertainty as his lips quiver ever so slightly.

"You hate me, don't you?"

Your eyes close briefly as you sigh. "My Prince, this conversation can wait until you awaken with a clear mind. "

"But you hate me, " he accuses. "How can I let it be...if you hate me?" He grits through his teeth.

You remove your fingers from his, stroking his jaw instead, comfortingly. "I could never hate you, My Prince. " You say it, but it is only pleasantries and both of you know that.

"Please answer me. Please...don't..." His cheeks are wet again, fresh new lines of salty tears streaking down his red face and dripping into his collar. Your thumb catches one, halting its miserable descent.

"I must protest, " you say smoothly. "You will awaken without any recollection, any trace, any hint that I existed. We will both forget this conversation, as so much of our time has been forgotten. And my feelings will return to nothing of note, My Prince. "

"Please don't. " He shakes his head and scrunches his face, pouting. His cheeks flare darker with his pathetic frustration. "You can't...Can't tell me these things and-"

He hiccups.

You lay the hand on his cheek, tenderly, letting his face lean into it.

"Can't it just be that?" You ask him in a whisper.

He's nodding fervently, his legs quivering a little, still in a woozy state of mind; the warmth is radiating off his pale, drunk skin in strong, overwhelming waves and you bask in it while you're able. He hums after a few seconds.

"Y/N, please come closer. Please. " He pleads, quietly, urgently, his entire being seeming almost distraught at the request.

It is so hard, and yet somehow so easy, to deny him the thing he wants the most right now.

"What, My Prince?"

He doesn't speak or move.

"Will you try to kiss me again?" You wonder.

At your words, his breath hitches and he parts his lips. Though, if the flicker of violet within his gaze reveals anything, it is more a case of an impelling reluctance. His eyes dart away, anywhere else in the chamber.

"Would you permit me a kiss?"

You do not answer, and his whole body stiffens, his hand slipping to encircle your wrist. The grip itself is too tight to be truly pleasant, an unhappy emotion he can't quite reign in completely.

You think, to yourself, that it would be no use to try to speak reason to him now, even if you wanted to. It would fall upon his wine-heavy ears and make little sense.

You wrap your free hand against his back, feeling the subtle movement of muscles and the bone of his spine. His hair is soft and frizzy and nearly glossy when the two of you reach an emotional equilibrium with one another. You hold onto him, breathing slowly in tune with him, savoring the rise and fall of his chest under your touch.

Your heart beats in perfect unison with his, echoing his every breath and shiver. He's a heavy weight on your leg where he has apparently found rest, your clothes rustling against his equally silken shirt.

His arm, heavy with sleep and wine, hangs at his side as you quietly push the sleeve of your tunic over his shoulder, pressing your mouth against his forehead.

In moments, the air is silent and there is no sound except the soft breathing of the two of you. You withdraw your lips and look at him with the same, unabashed expression you always carry when he begs like this.

"A kiss for bedtime, if you'd like one. I doubt any more will stir a useful reaction from you. " You comment, amused, as the back of his skull falls against his pillows.

"Please. One more. " He requests weakly, sloppily pulling himself up against your side to meet your daunting gaze. His grip on your wrist eases a bit but it doesn't let go, nor do his eyes and only do they close briefly for a small but content sigh.

"No, I don't think so. You are beyond exhausted and drunken. A proper rest will do you well. I am not your mother, I will not sing you a song and rub your belly. " You laugh at his pout. "Though, you'd probably like that, My Prince. "

"Perhaps, if it's from you. " He stutters out a second too late.

He pushes against your wrist, and it is such a smooth, deliberate movement that you are thoroughly thrown off guard. His eyes flutter half open, a sliver of dark purple and a dash of white. His sclera, despite their usual pinkness, shine somehow brighter in the cold moonlight.

"One more. " He says. "A goodnight kiss. You're not leaving after just this. "

And how could you deny him what he was asking for? He still looked so fragile. So torn, not apart but not together, either.

He was waiting expectantly for your next move.

You press forward and push your lips to his, very gently, sliding your arm free of his grasp so that you can hold his face. His nose is cool and blunt where it presses into your cheek.

And before you can taste the strange mixture of his drink and his supper on your tongue, he pulls back and swoons.

Just before his body collapses back onto the mattress, though, you manage to nudge him with both hands. He goes willingly, letting you rearrange him onto his bed, the beddings around him, and covering him with a blanket or two.

He hums softly, smacking his lips as he gets comfortable, eyes already shut.

"Please close the curtains before you leave, Y/N. I sleep...better in the dark." He sighs out the last few words, exhaling loudly, like a long, relieved breath he'd been holding in for years.

"You ought to rest now, before you sober up and get me whipped. "

"Do not fret. " He whispers. "For you will always have a place at my side. " He lets out a puff of amusement.

"I thought I was cruel. Cold. Not fond of you in the slightest. "

"You had a..mo..men...tary lapse of poor judgment. " He says with a bit of struggle but he gets it out, nonetheless.

"Mmm. Rest now, My Prince. Your whims will be satiated tomorrow. "

He reaches out, an arm trying to cross the expanse between the two of you. An invitation, but you've never taken it, never dare to lie beneath the silk sheets beside him.

You pull away.

He lets his arm drop.

"Aegon. " He mumbles out to you.

It stops you in your tracks. Your expression smoothes. "...What did you say?"

"Aegon. You haven't called me that...long time. " His murmur is barely a coherent sentence.

You stare at him for a moment, a light sigh of resignation escaping you.

"Goodnight, Aegon. "

He watches you stride across the carpet with barely open eyes.

"Goodnight. " His voice goes soft and sweet. The mirth in it is quiet but genuine.

A smile washes away the frown he wears most days, and his eyes snap shut as soon as his head falls completely to the mattress.

Like a light being extinguished.

He'll awake just fine.

As will you.

Your duty to the family awaits, as does his.

[blakeswritingimagines]

My Mother Told Me

Summary: Falling prey to Aemond and becoming his new plaything.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Slight dub-con vibes but your into it. Sub male reader

Word count: 4.1k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Aemond would slowly start walking behind you through a market, matching your pace so that he could keep an eye on you. You might notice how close he was if paying attention, and that if Aemond were to reach out his hand he could easily grab the hem of the cloak you were wearing and pull you closer into his arms. The Targaryen wouldn’t talk, and would simply follow you, just close enough not to look out of place, but not so far as to lose sight of you. Your eyes widened when you heard the footsteps behind you but didn't think much about it at first. You recognized the stride, it could only belong to Prince Aemond. Who didn't seem too far away he could be no one else. There was a flicker of surprise in your eyes before you nodded to him politely.

As you turned around you would find that Aemond had not changed his distance at all. Not even his expression. He just kept on looking at you like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be standing behind you so closely, keeping pace with you. He did, however, notice his little flicker of surprise. He couldn’t help but smile at that. Aemond’s lips curled into a thin smile, revealing a set of sharp teeth, when he noticed your eyes on him. He was not surprised that you would finally notice his presence, he was not trying to be particularly stealthy, after all. He let out a small chuckle when he saw the flicker of surprise in your eyes. It was adorable, truly. However, he was not done yet, and his voice spoke from that grin full of deadly teeth. “Did you have somewhere exciting to go, my dear?”

You felt shy in response to Aemond's sharp tone and the comment. "Y-yes… I was heading to the library to-to…" Your speech faltered, a hint of nervousness creeping into your voice. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Prince Aemond as you spoke, "…to read a bit before heading to bed but-," you answered him with a polite smile but you could feel the cold, sharp edge of Aemond Targaryen in his tone. It sent a shiver down your spine, the prince gave you the feeling of being a lion, and you a lamb. Aemond would raise an eyebrow as he watched in amusement as you struggled to finish your sentence, taking notice of how embarrassed you were becoming, clearly embarrassed by Aemond’s presence. The prince would not even allow you to finish your answer before he spoke once more. “Oh, is that so? I just so happen to be going to the library as well. It seems my destination happens to match yours. So, how about it… we walk there together?”

Aemond’s grin would grow in response to all of this. He loved all of this, truly. You were so cute and adorable when you acted like this. The prince was starting to enjoy himself now. He loved playing the role of predator. It was fun to make you stutter, to see you flustered and nervous. Perhaps this time he would go a bit further. He walked closer, not quite entering your personal space, but not exactly giving you any room to move away either. You looked up into Prince Aemond's dark eyes with wide eyes. It was clear that you were nervous and intimidated just by the tall prince's presence alone. Aemond's predatory grin and sharp tone made you feel almost like his prey, you took a small step back to try and put some space between you both, only to realize the prince was already there. You found yourself flustered as Aemond's tone seemed to shift into something else entirely, more playful, more taunting. The prince was toying with you, you could feel that just from the way he spoke to you. He was enjoying himself, he couldn't hide that fact. You looked around and saw that you were completely alone with the Targaryen prince. No one was around to interfere or do anything. Aemond was enjoying your company. He truly was the predator and you the prey. Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine.

Aemond noticed the movement. A step back, a little fear, some nervousness. This was exactly how he liked it. He wanted his prey to be timid and afraid. He wanted his prey to know it was prey, and to know he was the predator. He enjoyed it. He saw fear in your eyes, and he grinned. He took another step forward, now fully invading your personal space. Now his eyes were so close you could stare into one another’s irises. Aemond smiled when he saw that he had you right where he wanted you. In his own hands. The two were completely alone. He looked at you before letting out a small chuckle, his body language showing that he was comfortable and having fun. “You know, the library is not open for much longer. We could always go to my chambers…” Aemond's words came as a slap to your face. The Prince knew what he was suggesting, and he was so blunt about it, and yet… a strange feeling of excitement and tension flooded through you. You felt like a deer caught in headlights. Aemond was enjoying this, he was having fun.

He was making you nervous and scared while he himself was completely relaxed… almost as if he was enjoying it. You wanted to turn and run, but couldn't. 'His chambers?… His chambers? What would they do there?' You couldn't help but think Aemond’s breath was hot against your skin. You couldn’t breathe. You were sweating all over your body and practically choking. You couldn’t even make a single word, you wanted to say no, but your body and mind were telling you another story. Aemond could see he had cornered his prey. You were clearly nervous and intimidated. Your eyes were wide with fear and your breathing was rapid. You wanted to run, but you were frozen, and Aemond could see that too. This made his grin bigger, and he leaned forward more, so now his face was barely 5 centimeters away from you. He said nothing, he just stared, enjoying every single second of this. With some pleasure, he felt his hands trembling with anticipation, wanting to grab you. His lips curled into a sharp grin as he waited for what you would do.

Your body was hot in embarrassment. You were a mess. You were so confused about all these feelings, feelings you had never felt before. Every time Aemond came closer, your body trembled with pleasure and anticipation. "W-Why can't I move?" You whispered under your breath, as you tried to take a step back, but you just couldn't. Why were you so frozen? Why were you enjoying this so much? Aemond made you feel so… special. You didn't reply right away. You looked at Aemond closely, your breathing quick and shallow. Your heart seemed to beat right out of your chest, your thoughts a jumble of panic and confusion. Slowly, you managed to speak, your voice breaking. "M-my prince… I-" You hesitated again before clearing your throat and straightening your shoulders. You made a decision. You knew what he wanted, whatever the consequences. "I want… I want to go to your chambers." You whispered with a shaky jaw.

The prince felt a jolt run through his body. An almost animalistic desire to grab you and claim you as his prize. A desire to show everyone who was in control. A desire to make you feel weak. A desire you had never before felt to this degree. The desire to control. Aemond’s eyes glowed as he stared at you in front of him, you were looking at him with eyes that now seemed filled with lust. Aemond was not surprised at your answer, although he thought you would’ve put up more of a fight. That just made it all the more fun. The prince liked to see you flustered and confused and so scared. But now he saw something that was equally as pleasing. He saw desire. Uncontrollable, and undeniable. The Prince was almost amused at this development, but he had to keep it together and not show his true emotions, so he merely grinned. His lilac eyes pierced through to your soul.

“Good. Come along.” Aemond’s lips curled up into a smile of satisfaction as he witnessed your answer. A smile that was full of deadly intention. The prince could feel that you were his to take. You were not strong enough to resist him, and he knew it. He wanted you. Aemond let out a small chuckle at this. He knew it was a true victory when you could already barely even speak. The prince could see how you were shaking, and how your breath was still heavy. He would enjoy this night with you. Your own lips curved into a slight smile, albeit it was shaky and nervous. You could hardly believe that you were actually going to the prince's chambers. You were scared shitless, yet at the same time, you were also excited. You were feeling a mix of both feelings. Your body was trembling as you followed Aemond from the market through the halls of the castle, your heart beating like crazy. You wondered what would happen when you arrived, but deep inside you already knew. You were completely in the prince's hands.

You walked to the prince's quarters, and your every step weighed with uncertainty. You couldn't help but feel utterly helpless… and utterly excited at the same time. Aemond Targaryen was like poison. You knew you should not have come. But there was something inside you, something exciting that made you want to stay. A feeling you had never felt before. The longer you walked, the stronger your desires became. Prince Aemond’s quarters were as magnificent as anyone would expect. Dragon-themed paintings adorned the walls, along with several green tapestries that were embroidered with golden accents. You walked alongside Aemond as he walked with confidence, a sense of authority in his tone and strides that you lacked, even now. He led you into his bed chamber, which was just as imposing and regal as the rest of his private quarters.

Aemond led you into his chambers. Once the two of you were within his space, Aemond locked the door behind him, not wanting anyone to intrude upon his private time with his long-awaited prey. He turned to you and walked closer until you were only inches from each other, he tilted his head slightly, a smug look settling on his face as he studied you with his sharp eyes. The prince's sharp gaze caused a shiver to run down your spine, though you didn't look away. Something about the way Aemond stared at you made you feel even more nervous, yet even more excited. Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to explode. You couldn't help feeling a little breathless as Aemond approached you. He was getting closer and closer. Your mind was screaming at you to run, to stop this insanity, but your limbs were like lead and you couldn't move.

You looked as Aemond examined you up and down with those sharp eyes of his. Again, you could feel your stomach fluttering. He was so close to you that you could hardly breathe. You were scared to death, yet excited at the same time. You could feel the prince's eyes roaming over your body and you shivered again slightly. Aemond was so close to your body that he might as well have been touching you already. You stood before the Dragon Prince like a lamb before the slaughter. “You look very cute when you are nervous,” Aemond whispered the words into your ear. He then leaned closer for a moment, as if he were going to kiss you, only to pull back and smirk, the same playful grin that he had been wearing this whole time. It was a tease, nothing more. But it was enough to keep you on the edge, wondering what would come next and when would he do something. Aemond was having too much fun with this.

Aemond continued to examine you closely, taking in every detail of your appearance. His gaze lingered on your slender frame, noting how delicate it appeared compared to his own powerful build. As he studied your face, he found himself drawn to your expressive eyes that seemed to hold both fear and desire within them. "You are quite beautiful," he said softly, "but I am afraid there is no avoiding this." He reached out and gently brushed one finger against your cheek before moving closer and pressing your bodies together. Your hard cocks pressed against each other through your pants, creating an intense sensation that sent shivers down both your spines. You looked as Aemond examined you up and down with a dark look in his eyes. Again, he was so close to you. You could hardly breathe due to the prince's eyes roaming over your body and you shivered slightly. Aemond was so close to your body that he might as well have been touching you already. You stood before the Dragon Prince like a lamb before the slaughter.

Aemond felt a surge of pleasure as he heard a gasp and saw your body respond to his touch. He knew he had found something special in you, and he couldn't wait to explore every inch of you. His cock throbbed with desire as he pressed against your soft curves, eager to claim you completely. "I can feel how much you want me, little one. Let me show you just how good it can be when a dragon takes control." He whispered into your ear, his voice low and seductive, as if promising you something truly special as he laid you down. As Aemond whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, You could feel yourself getting even more excited. The thought of being taken by a powerful creature like a dragon was both terrifying and exciting, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable to his desires. Your heart raced as you looked up at Aemond's face, trying to read his expression and gauge whether or not he was going to be gentle with you. Despite your fear, there was an undeniable attraction between you that seemed impossible to ignore, and as Aemond began to kiss down your neck, taking small bites along the way, you found yourself wanting more of whatever he was offering.

As Aemond's finger traced along your jawline, followed by his thumb stroking over your lower lip as if teasing you even more, you couldn't help but moan softly and lean into the touch. You wanted more, needed more – and you knew deep down that there was nowhere he could run or hide from this moment. With a final sigh, you pushed any remaining reservations aside and tilted your head back to look up at the towering prince above you."Take off your pants," Aemond ordered firmly, his voice resonating with authority and desire. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should obey the command right away. But then you remembered where you were and who you were dealing with - the mighty Dragon Prince. Reluctantly, you pulled down your pants and underwear, leaving you completely naked before Aemond. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely empowered by the act of submission. As soon as your pants hit the floor, you heard the sound of fabric tearing and realized that Aemond was stripping off his own clothing as well. The sudden realization that the prince was about to be just as naked as you made your heart race even faster. You watched as Aemond's pants were discarded, revealing the massive dragon cock beneath.

The sight of you complying, pulling off your clothes to reveal your hardened member nestled within tight black briefs, sent a surge of arousal through Aemond. Your fully erect cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum as you waited for Aemond's next command. You felt incredibly exposed in front of the powerful dragon prince, but you knew you had to obey whatever the prince told you to do. You were here to please and to submit to everything Aemond demanded from you. As soon as you were fully naked, Aemond reached down and grabbed onto his cock firmly. The dragon prince's hand wrapped around it tightly and began to stroke it expertly, coating it with precum from his own dragon sex organ.* "Now, prepare yourself for me," Aemond's large dragon cock sprung free from the confines of his pants with a loud rip, immediately standing at full attention and throbbing visibly. The sight of it made your mouth water and your own member twitch in anticipation.

The prince showed off how it was clear that he was just as eager for this encounter as you were. Without saying another word, Aemond approached you and positioned himself directly behind you closely. He wrapped one arm around your waist while reaching forward with the other hand to grab onto the base of his own cock. You gulped audibly as you saw Aemond's massive dragon cock spring free from his pants. It was huge - bigger than anything you had ever seen before. The monstrous length and girth of it made you feel small and insignificant in comparison. But despite these feelings of inferiority, you knew that you had to take it all in and embrace your new role as a submissive sex toy. Making you squirm with pleasure and discomfort at the same time. "Yes, Sir," you whispered, mustering all your courage to address the prince respectfully while also showing your obedience. The thought of being filled by something so large and powerful made you tremble slightly, but you knew you had to get ready for it.

When Aemond commanded you to prepare. You didn't hesitate for a second. You positioned yourself on all fours on the bed and spread your legs wide apart, exposing your hole to the dragon prince. You bit your lower lip lightly and looked up at Aemond with pleading eyes, hoping that he would take pity on you and make the impending penetration quick and painless. Aemond looked down at your spread legs and nodded approvingly, impressed by the immediate compliance. He could sense your nervousness and eagerness mixed together, which only served to amplify his own arousal. Slowly but surely, he began to push himself inside of your tight entrance, filling you up completely to the brim, allowing you enough time to brace yourself for impact. As he let you adjust, Aemond's hips slowly moved in and out of your waiting hole. With a deep breath, he finally pushed forward, driving the thick head of his cock deep into your tight entrance. The feeling was overwhelming, and you let out a loud moan as you bucked against the mattress in surprise and discomfort.

You gasped as Aemond's massive cock pushed into you, filling you up in ways you'd never felt before. The sheer size of the dragon prince's member made you feel like you were being consumed alive. The pain was excruciating, but at the same time, it was exhilarating because you knew that you were submitting completely to the will of the dominant creature standing above you. The tight ring of muscles of your entrance clenched involuntarily as Aemond's enormous girth stretched you open, causing you to whimper softly in pain and pleasure. You let out a long, low moan as Aemond's enormous cock forced its way inside you, stretching you painfully wide. Your eyes watered and you bit your bottom lip hard, trying to keep from crying out in full view of the dragon prince. The sheer size and girth of Aemond's cock made you feel like you were being violated by a beast, but at the same time, there was something primal and exciting about it that made you unable to resist completely.

Despite the initial discomfort, you knew that you had to remain obedient and submissive. You knew that Aemond must've expected you to take everything the dragon prince had to give without protest or resistance. "Fu-uck…" You managed to choke out between gasps for air, "It's big… so big…" Aemond's cock pulsed as it entered your tight entrance, filling you up completely. The sound of your breathy moans and cries only served to heighten his arousal further. He watched with satisfaction as you struggled to adjust to the immense size of his member, knowing that it was exactly what he desired from you. With each slow push forward, he drove deeper into your body until he was buried balls-deep inside your tight confines. As he began to thrust powerfully into your welcoming hole, Aemond's hips slapped against your ass cheeks with each forceful motion, causing them to quiver and jiggle enticingly.

Aemond's cock continued to push deeper into your tight hole until the thick root of his cock buried itself balls-deep within the hot depths of your body. He could feel every inch of resistance given by your tight entrance, and he relished in the challenge of breaking you down and claiming your body entirely. With a grunt, Aemond pulled back his hips slightly before driving forward once more, pushing another inch of his girthy length into your quivering rear. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the room as Aemond's cock continued to stretch and fill your up completely. "That's right, little one," he rumbled in a voice that sounded like thunder, "Take all of me." Your moans grew louder and more desperate as Aemond's massive cock continued to force its way deeper into your tight hole. The painful sensation was both unbearable and exhilarating, the thought of being filled up completely by such a powerful creature sent shivers down your spine once more.

Between gasps for air, you managed to choke out, "I-I can take it… I-I'll take all of you." Your words were spoken with determination, reflecting the conflicting emotions coursing through your mind and body. Aemond's voice boomed with satisfaction as he heard your promise to take him fully. His cock twitched with anticipation, eager to claim every last inch of your tight rear. With each pullback and drive forward, he pushed deeper against your prostate, eliciting groans of pleasure and pain from the submissive human beneath him. As Aemond's cock reached its final depths within your bowels, he held still for a moment, letting the two of you adjust to each other. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he began to withdraw partially before slamming back into place with a force that left you gasping for breath. Aemond's cockhead nudged against the entrance of your anal ring, teasing at the sensitive spot just beyond where he was currently buried inside you.

The dragon prince could sense you were on the verge of climaxing, and he decided to use this opportunity to further break down the submissive's control over your own body. With a grunt, Aemond pulled out of your ass slowly until only the thick root of his cock remained embedded deep within the tight entrance. Then, with a sudden thrust, he drove back inside your defiled hole, hitting that sensitive spot on the way in and sending waves of pleasure and pain shooting through your entire body. "Come for me," you let out a long, low groan as Aemond's cockhead teased at the entrance to your anal ring, making you feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed. You knew that you were helpless to stop what was happening to you and that only added to the intensity of your arousal and submission. "Ahhhh.." You cried out as Aemond's massive cock drove back inside you. The combination of sensations threatened to overwhelm you, but you clenched your teeth and fought to hold onto control as best you could. "Nghh.." You let out a high-pitched wail as Aemond's cock teased you mercilessly.

You lost control completely, letting out a torrent of orgasmic releases that shook your entire body. "Ahhh!" You screamed in ecstasy, your cum shooting out in thick ropes as you climaxed uncontrollably beneath the massive dragon cock still invading your ass. "I'm cumming!" Aemond's cock throbbed and pulsed as he watched you lose control and climax beneath him, releasing a torrent of warm, sticky cum that oozed out of your tight cock. The sight of your body trembling and convulsing in pleasure was incredibly arousing for the dragon prince, who reveled in the power he held over the shaking form below him. As you screamed in pleasure and relief, Aemond continued to pump his enormous cock in and out of the submissive's ass, milking every last drop of pleasure from your overloaded body. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself, finding amusement in seeing how completely consumed by lust and desire you had become since now becoming his personal plaything. "Good boy."

[n30nwrites]

When the Bard seduces the Prince

Summary: Having left your old kingdom, you didn't expect to find yourself back in a palace, especially meeting the cold Targaryen prince known as Aemond. After the struggle of finally admitting your feelings, it did not take long for the two of you to take matters into your own hands.

a/n: I thought of adding more, cause I had a story ending in mind but you guys are really only here for the sex so.

Word Count: 3.6k

Reader: Amab, He/Him (Referred as youngest son and you definitely have a penis) Top Reader, Bottom Aemond

Warnings: SMUT (18++ no minors interact), Praise, degrading, Oral (m receiving), Aemond is fucked dumb (dumbification), dry humping, size kink, dirty talk, riding for like a hot sec, unprotected sex (even if your gay its still probably best to wrap it), begging, hickeys, fingering, grinding, anal, blowjob (swallows), face-fucking, Aemond is possessive but so are you, Small bit of Angst, small bit of Fluff, mainly was writing for porn but added some plot because why not, mentions character death, and Aegon is just a shitty person but only mentioned never really described. Does cussing really need to be a trigger warning after all those tags?

Disclaimer: I don't own House of the Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor story line nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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How long had it been?

Since you had seen your palace walls? "Your palace" was wrong, your father had still been king when you left, and you would've gotten news had it been anything else. The cunt called your father was far too cruel to be a king, more of a tyrant that didn't care for others. He had six wives, each died either to childbirth or sickness. Because he had only ever wanted heirs, never gave them rest.

He got them. 8 sons, 6 daughters. You were the youngest of the sons (from what you are aware of), and out of the children of 14, the 10th child. In short terms, you were never going to see a throne, though that didn't stop you from having certain privileges. You were still the son of a king, so land and a title would still be given.

You had loved your mother before she died, she was his third wife. The fourth wife was just as kind, but quickly succumbed to the birthing bed. The fifth wife was cruel, and only gave daughters and was therefore deemed cursed. The sixth, and last one that you had met, seemed okay.

No longer were you deemed "The young prince" a title given by your father. You had much preferred the title that the people in the kingdom gave you, "The Princely Bard." because that was all you wanted to be.

A bard, you played a multitude of instruments, things you picked up from your visits in the streets, people were cruel, and even monstrous. But when they worked together, it was beautiful.

You left shortly after your favorite brother died, he was the 3rd eldest, healthy and lively. It was sudden, his body turned purple and blood poured from his eyes and mouth and you had found him like that. The medic said poison, and it quickly made you realize that this castle could no longer keep you safe.

Your siblings became cruel with each other, apathetic. The halls were bland and you had refused to be drained by the crown. You loved your siblings, but you would not die for them.

Especially not for a crown that only has power when people gave it power.

You traveled by boat, The North froze your ass off but Cregan welcomed you warmly despite not even knowing you were a prince. You gained popularity for your songs, your energy. No one really knew what the Young prince looked like, and with your hair cut and having grown more, you didn't seem that recognizable anymore. You sung for the king in Dorne, and got new robes that made you look even finer than you would.

Then you went to Westeros. Dawned in a yellow robe that showed off your body, with your lute strapped onto your back. Westeros was filled with the worst of the worst. Dorne had an acceptance of prostitutes, polyamory, and Bastards. Westeros treated them like they were scum, and yet Dorne was considered savage?

You found it stupid.

And you were vocal, very vocal about your thoughts. You sung about the politics in Westeros, how it was stupid to argue against a woman as a ruler because it's usual that the first born is the ruler, and that men just cause problems. Plus Aegon would be a horrid king, he couldn't even treat women right what makes them think he would be a good king? You had ran into him multiple times in the whorehouse, he had propositioned you multiple times as well.

Aegon was pretty, but he was a horrid man.

You didn't think you would ever meet the Targaryen family. They kept to themselves for the most part. The King was barely showing up to court, Aegon frequented the whorehouses and taverns, Heleana kept to herself in the garden with her fascination with bugs, and Aemond had been studying and training his entire life ever since his eye was cut out, all inside the castle walls. The Future queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen had moved to Dragonstone with her husband Daemon and her children.

Seperated, the house would continue to fall.

It was all fascinating to watch. But not to be a part of the game of thrones, so you had never expected an invitation to the palace.

The invitation was for the wedding of Aegon and Heleana, Siblings to be married because it was a Targaryen tradition. You had been invited to perform there, as your praises had been sung by many council members, the same ones who gave you the information about the family in the first place. It was truly an honor, and the food was something you had missed from your old life. So you had practiced, and perfected, and when the big day came?

You played your heart out.

Maybe that was what caught his attention. You playing your heart out, finding true happiness in the words you sung as you swayed to the rhythm in the songs.

"We'll do it all, everything, on our own."

He stared at you, his posture stiff and everything about him was neat, his outfit was perfect, his hair was perfect, everything about him was perfect. Aemond Targaryen was the perfect son, the prodigal son that deserved better. And Everything was going the way he planned, until he saw you.

Love at first sight doesn't exist, but lust does, and with lust can follow romance.

These feelings he had blossoming for you made his chest ache and his lips quiver.

He chose to dance for your song, any woman was glad to dance with him, and he just wanted to focus on you. He had picked a Martell, and she didn't speak much which caused him to easily pretend he was focusing on her.

"If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

Your voice was beautiful, and Aemond just craved to hear you talk to him, and him alone. Some possessive urge for you to belong to him. Aemond never felt like he belonged, never felt like he had something to call his own, even his dragon was supposed to belong to someone else, supposedly. He wanted you to be his.

"Those three words Are said too much They're not enough"

During the bedding ceremony, Aemond sought you out. Ignoring the looks from the women and men, he found you eating in the kitchen.

"Is it normal for you to leave the party so early?"

"You consider that early, my prince?" You smiled at him, and he almost fell to his knees. "I do not wish to watch the consumption of their marriage. I figured it would be best to get my pay and leave."

He couldn't let you leave, not when you've already affected him this much. "My mother is looking for someone to play the gathering held in a few months. She believes you would be perfect." All lies, all to get you to stay. "She has a room for you ready, you would need to confirm all music with her, along with preparing for the gathering."

"Is that so, my prince?" You gave him a coy smile. And Aemond fell hard.

He fell first, landing hard on his knees for you.

Yours was much softer. It took a few weeks to even see him that way. You spent so many moments with him. Walking in the garden or even chasing after Aegon together.

He showed you books, poetries and the histories of the kingdoms, mainly focusing on Westeros. You two spoke of the politics, of his hatred over a fourteen year old. Lucerys didn't deserve the hatred he got, but neither did Aemond. The library was considered a safe space for you.

And you got along with everyone. Alicent didn't seem to mind you, and she seemed to stare lovingly at the two of you whilst you trained with him. Aegon wasn't as rude as he had been to others, which Aemond considers that polite, and Heleana and you were almost as close as you and he were. Otto seemed to be the only one with a problem, and Aemond didn't care much for his feelings.

It was no surprise what followed next.

When Aemond finally accepted his feelings for you, he ignored you. Threw himself into his studying and training and ignored you. After the gathering, you had figured that was that. Tried to say goodbye and instead was greeted with Aemond being cruel to you, saying that there was no use to say goodbye as you were just here for a job. He wouldn't have even noticed you were gone.

It hurt, of course it hurt. You were just starting to fall in love with him. But you weren't going to grovel for him, nor would you cry over him. You just stared him in the eyes and turned away and left.

But not without taking something.

A dragon had hatched, small and black and golden, beautiful. And it flew straight to you as you got into the carriage to leave the castle. It was long and small, and wrapped around your neck, laying on your shoulder. You hid him quickly with your hood as he purred against you.

A dragon, one that seemed to bond to you. He brought you companionship, and while it would baffle some, you had known your family history. Afterall, it wasn't possible that it was just the Targaryen bloodline that escaped Old Valyria, your family had too come from a dragonlord that had isolated himself, before building up his own land.

This dragon was yours, and you were proud to have him.

You weren't going to spend anymore time in Westeros. Figured you wouldn't think of Aemond if you weren't in his kingdom.

But he found you, well you were wanted.

For the theft of a dragon.

The guards found you quickly, anyone was tempted to out you for the cash reward, any man insane enough to steal a fire-breathing dragon was obviously dangerous. You were thrown in a cell quickly, your dragon screaming for you as you screamed at them. "Get your filthy hands off of him! Amrak!" You called for him and he screeched.

You didn't get food for two days, and on the third, Aemond came with a cup of water and porridge. He stood there as you laid down, barely lifting your head.

"You stole a dragon."

"He came to me."

"You committed a crime against the crown."

"Amrak is mine, he chose me."

"You are not a Targaryen." He tsked.

"And yet he is mine." you spoke in high Valyrian. Aemond wasn't the only one that studied, as much as you hated your family and would not die for them you loved every part of them, the history, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

"you were planning to leave." He stated, and you nodded. "Why?"

"I have nothing for me here." It was time to see your old kingdom, time to make the full circle and come back.

"I am here."

"You rejected me." you stated, "you said you wouldn't miss me. You didn't want me the way I wanted you."

"I've wanted you from the moment I saw you." Aemond got closer, "I have wanted you and only you and it is wrong. You are a commoner, a dragonseed, it seems, yet you have captured my interests, my heart, you are the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of when I sleep. You have entered my dreams and I cannot escape your eyes, nor your smile." Aemond's hands reached your cheeks and you got closer to him. "You are mine, you have been since I first saw you and you cannot leave me."

"You are mine Aemond Targaryen, and I am yours."

Aemond got you out of your cell, easily defending you to the court, to his mother, and to his grandfather. Alicent had never seen her favorite son act like this before, defending this thief with everything he had. Otto had disapproved of everything, almost sending you to be killed until you had interrupted.

"I could always claim to be the first born son of the king if you'd like." You smiled, having already known Alicent and Otto's plans for Westeros. "I claimed a dragon, very little would question it."

It was an agreement, you would stay in Aemond's wing, remaining hidden in the castle. You and Aemond only got closer.

It was strange, feeling this way about him. You and Aemond no longer hid behind flirtatious smiles, but instead were very open with how you two felt.

God, he was handsome.

The day was a warm day, you had decided to wear some of your Dornish clothing. A bright brown with red accents that was a gift from an ex-lover. You had decided to spend that day with Amrak, he had gotten a little bigger, but not enough to consider kicking him off your shoulders. You stayed in your room with him until it was time to eat, where you took him to feed on the sheep, whilst you ran into Aemond on your way back.

Since the start of your freedom to love each other, he had not been shy about his opinions on you. He stared at you, unabashed with his tongue darting out to wet his lips, you stood taller than him and smiled warmly.

"I haven't seen you at all today."

"I've been with Amrak, and you have been training."

"Yes, I was just on my way to undress." He informed, a tease in his eyes as if you wouldn't dare to join him, he pushed past you gently, and your pursuit for food was forgotten, because Aemond could fulfill any desire you had.

You had locked the door behind him as he slowly starting to take off his clothes, not looking at you but he had known you were behind him. Instead of helping, you decided to follow along, taking a few steps closer to him before taking off the top of your robe, undoing the knots that held it together to reveal your chest.

Patience was a virtue you did not have.

You reached for him, undoing the armor on him leaving him in his shirt and pants, you grabbed at his shoulder and turned him around to face you, pushing him close to you as your mouths collided in a passionate kiss, he reached for your naked chest, pushing his fingers deep into your skin. The two of you could not get enough of each other.

Aemond reached lower, grabbing your ass and massaging them as you two grinded your growing erections on to each other. His hands came to the front, untying them and yanking them down, he pushes you to sit on the bed as he lowers his own body to the ground. Your hand reaches for his head.

And he was beautiful on his knees.

You sat up on the bed, eyeing him as he eyes your cock, hard and long, precum at the top slowly oozing out and Aemond, second prince of the Targaryens, on his knees, hair pulled back only because your hand was wrapped in it, his mouth ‘o’ shaped as drool drizzles down. He stared at it, not even meeting your eyes but you watched as the saliva fell onto your dick, it twitching due to it.

“God your so cock hungry, it’s fucking pathetic” you look at his wide blown eye, shiny and only looking at one thing. “So desperate, my prince, and for a commoners cock…” Another lie you couldn't confess to him, but from the way his hips reached into the air, Aemond seemed to enjoy being talked down on.

Aemond’s mouth was watering, wanting to taste the male in front of him. The second son would’ve never thought that he would be in this position. He had never imagined his life this way, liking men, and especially this man.

God he was in love with you.

As quickly as he came to the thought, you had pulled his head towards your cock, aiming it at his mouth before pushing it into his wet mouth, the pathetic prince desperately got close, licking and sucking as if that was the one role he was good at.

"So fucking pathetic." Aemond moaned loudly, despite him being muffled from your long cock. His tongue licked up and down your shaft as saliva was coating it, you moaned with him. "Such a good cocksucker, my prince." you praised as he went deeper, his nose hitting your naval as he gagged, you did not go gently, your grip on his hair got tighter as you pushed him up and down.

your toes curled as he sucked, and your balls felt heavy as any moment you felt you could cum. "I'm gonna cum..." You expected him to stop, to take his mouth off of you and just jerk you off. But Aemond was hungry for you and instead he put you deeper, and when you came he closed his mouth around you, breathing through his nose and swallowing you.

"God I love you." Your dick fell limp, but only for a few moments would it remain that way. You pulled him up and kissed him, your tongue massaging his as you tasted yourself on him, both of you moaning into each other as your hips collided and he rolled. Your dick was becoming half hard just from your own thoughts, and you were quick to yank off his shirt, tearing it off of him and leaving hickeys as you sucked and licked and bit his neck. You pulled down his pants along with his underwear, and was greeted by his pale skin and long cock.

Your hands trailed behind his back before gripping his ass.

"I want you inside." Aemond groaned as he lifted his hips up, and your fingers quickly found his hole.

"Not without preparing." you quickly stuck your fingers into his mouth and he sucked, "Such a cockwhore, willing to hurt yourself for me. We can't have that, now can we." Aemond's eye flashed down to you as you stared at him. You knew what was behind his eye patch, the brilliant sapphire that was hidden by leather, your other hand quickly left his round ass and found it on the back of his head, as you quickly undid the eye patch and revealed everything to yourself. Aemond closed his eyes but you took your fingers out of his mouth and forced him to look at you.

"Keep your eyes open, I want to see everything when I fuck you." Your wet fingers slowly circled his entrance, before you pushed one in. His eye widened but he kept focusing on you, your finger slowly thrusting in and out as your other hand started touching his cock.

"Please, please, please..." He kept mumbling over and over again. "Want you inside, want you, want you, want your cock, want your thick cock inside me, want you to stretch me out and fuck me."

"So cock dumb, my pretty prince, more like my whore with the way you're taking my finger, so tight. How are you gonna take my cock when you can't even take my finger?"

"I can take it. I can take it. I can take it." He became so stupid, and in his moment of distraction you put another finger in him and he pushed himself on to you. And eventually a third finger joined, pushing them in as deep as you could. "Please I want your cock!" tears filled his eye and you quickly stopped your ministrations and he groaned. Your cock was hard and he pushed it towards his hole, desperate for you, you made sure his hole was right above you and he sat down on you, quickly filling him up as he let out a yell.

You turned his body around on the bed so that you were above him, pushing his hips down and slowly taking your cock out, leaving just your tip in as he whined and twisted. You pushed him down again keeping him straight, and shoved it back in and he moaned loudly. His legs flew into the air and wrapped around you, pushing you into him as much as he could, his ankles digging into your back. Your cock stretched him, and he was so thin despite his muscles, and you could almost swear you could see an outline of your cock in his stomach, and you went feral.

"Mine." You were quick with your thrusts, in and out as you pressed against his prostate constantly. One of your hands left his waist as you pushed against your own cock. "Look at how well you take me. Mine, Mine, Mine." your hand then left to touch his cock, and he threw his head back.

"Feels so good, so good, let me come, please let me come."

"You can come, but I'm not going to stop." His hips shifted into the air, and his cum shot up into the air, but you didn't stop, you were going to fill him up. His cum coated his chest and instead you took his hand and dipped his fingers into his own cum before shoving his hand into his mouth, making him taste himself before his hands wrapped back around you.

Thrust after thrust, you got closer and Aemonds hands wrapped around you as you lifted him up, his nails left scratches on your back. Your cock twitched multiple times before you came inside him, he let out moans loudly as you joined him, both of you panting as you leaned your forehead against his. His hole twitched as you gently took yourself out, he let out little breathy moans as you watched your cum slowly drip out of him, before you pushed it back inside of him.

"Well this is a development..." Aegon said, and Aemond and you turned in horror as your secret was no longer between you two.

"Aegon get out now!" You hissed through your teeth as you covered up Aemond with the blanket on his bed, the second prince felt fear and anger at what his elder brother would do.

Aegon giggled as he slammed the door shut.

"We're fucked."

[muffin-cloud]

Hi!👋🏼, I hope this finds the right people(specifically you writers)

I need to go on a little rant over my new fixation I currently have on Aegon II Targaryen and Aemond Targaryen and how the the lack of male readers or male oc fanfic there are on Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3. Like when I want to read it with male reader/oc I can’t find Any and specifically when the Mae reader/oc is the bottom, it’s kinda sad that there’s not enough or none at all of male reader/oc with Aegon and Aemond because I really want to read it with either the both of them (threesome) or them solo (like Aegon x male reader/oc, and Aemond x male reader/oc), so it sucks when I try to look for some and it’s only fem reader😔😔😭😭 so hopefully this gets to the right people and hopefully they’ll be more stories

That is all for my little rant

[tricksh0t]

Imagine being the heir prince of a rival house, and pursuing Aemond as a token political marriage. Aemond reluctantly agrees, for the benefits and also getting the fuck away from the rest of his family, but insists that he's going to remain in-charge, given the Taergarens are still the more powerful house.

Imagine taking Aemond to your rooms some time after the wedding ceremony, and just obliterating him. Grinding his hips into the mattress till he's screaming and crying and covered in his own cum. Maybe tying his hands behind his back with the leather cord of his eyepatch, so he can't cover his face or hide.

Food for thought.

Yum.

more nsfw below cut

Imagine taming him that way, training him to take your cock and only yours, as his rightful Lord Husband.

Imagine letting him have his way to the court, appearing as the stronger one or the commanding one, all while knowing he'll just come crawling back to your bed at the end of the day.

Imagine that's how Aemond grows tame, that Aegon's war is no longer his. Imagine domesticating him.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Good day my king,

Please may I humbly request some omega Targaryen user mated/betrothed to his older Alpha brother Aemond headcanons.

[Both young and older Aemond]

Alpha Aemond mated to his omega brother

Tags: Targcest

You and Aemond had been close your entire childhood even before you both presented and were married off together.

You had always been side by side and quite affectionate growing up so when aemond presented as an alpha on his fourteenth name day and you an omega on your thirteenth  name day you were betrothed pretty quickly after that and then married and both of you were pretty happy about it.

Aemond was a protective and a possessive Mate from the very start of your marriage and mating.

He was constantly beside you scenting you out of possessiveness.

He Likes seeing your mating bite made by him worn so proudly around the court.

When you conceived your first child together, He couldn't keep his hands off you or let you out of his sight, Your scent during pregnancy clouded his mind and his senses.

Which meant you and Aemond conceived many children together due to your inability to resist bedding each other constantly.

During and after your heats he takes care of you without fuss, after your heats had ended he always cleans you both up and makes sure your hydrated and fed and comfortable in the nest you had created for you both.

Omegas usually take on the role of caregiver and caretaker however since you were a Targaryen prince as well it went against an omegas behaviour since you were stubborn and quick to anger but Aemond didn't care if you didn't act like a 'perfect' omega. He enjoyed your possessiveness and aggression.

[fantasyqueen502]

The Dragon and His Keeper

Rating: PG-13 (Sexual language, and burn injury)

Relationship: Aemond Targaryen x male reader (Y/N)

Summary: Aemond gets word of an Acolyte being gravely injured.

Author’s note: Just a story idea I had. Maybe contain grammatical errors. Let me know. Feel free to comment, like, and share.

"Well done, my prince." Ser Criston grins with pride while catching his breath. "You'll be winning tourneys in no time." giving the second prince’s shoulder a pat.

"I don't give a shit about tourneys." spat the taller man with a head of alabaster hair. "Nephews!" he called. "Have you come to train?" One steely eye, wide and crazed as it burned into the two mousy-haired boys that watched from a distance.

Well, not boys anymore.

They have grown, just not as much as Aemond.

Molded and sharpened from the belittling of his childhood, the sacrifice of his eye by his so-called blood, every day since that night he claimed Vhagar, he made sure to never be bested, never be beaten again.

His Bastard nephews attempted to hide in the gathering crowd. The two boys left not without giving their uncle the nastiest of glares they could muster.

Hanging up his vest and sword, catching the mutters that reached his ears. One of the Dragonkeeper acolytes took Cristen to the side. The one-eyed prince took note of Cristen’s face. He wet his lips, pitching the bridge of his nose, and let out a long exhale.

"Is he alive?" The knight whispers, looking back at Aemond to see if he heard.

"The measters are trying to save his arm, but Y/N is in great--" 

 "Y/N!?!" Aemond exclaims before he knows it, standing between the acolyte and Ser Cristen. "Where is he? What happened? Whose head needs to be put on a spike?"

"An unprecedented accident, your highness." He explains. "We were taking the beasts to their pens. They broke out into a fight, Arrax and Sunfyre." 

Body rigid, panting deeply through flared nostrils Aemond tried to calm his rage. Jaw clenched, molars biting the inside of his cheek to keep him grounded. He couldn't slip into the embrace of fury and anger not until he saw him.

 "Where is he?" he demands.

Pacing outside of the medical chambers like a caged animal. About face, one, two, and third steps about space. Stopping at the howls slipping through the thick doors.

"I know my son. We must remove the damage!" The master explains over the cries. "Hold him down!". Shutting his eyes tight as the ear-piercing scream resumes.

Shuffling of footsteps, pouring of waters, then silence. 

Throwing the doors open and grabbing hold of his sword caused yelps of the startled group of women aiding the head maester. 

A young man lay limp in a bath set close to the window. Marching over to the young acolyte, and of few Vhagar allowed to even come near her, let alone tend to her health needs due to her old age. His head hung off the back of the lip of the tub. Face lax and peaceful. His left arm was tightly wrapped in bandages tinged green from the healing paste across his shoulder, where other scars lay. 

 Trophies of an acolyte, he would say. 

 Submerged up to the chest in goat’s milk. His hair shined with oils as it was brushed back, braided, and pinned up and out of the way.

 "He is alright, your highness. Nearly drank himself sick, but a higher power must be watching over him."

 "What of his injury?"

 "The breath of Arrax, I believe. Thankfully, due to his immaturity, the damage could have been far worse."

 "Leave us!" he grits. The Maester shutters, gesturing for the gaggle of women to file out of the room, bowing their heads to the prince on the way out.

The doors thundered closed, leaving the whistling wind of the open window and crackling fire. He removes his sword, which clatters to the ground carelessly, tugging his tunic free, crawling on hands and knees, staring down at his acolyte’s upside-down face. He takes the time to watch him.

 Each breath he takes, tremor in his upper lip.

 The dragon and his keeper

 The space between Y/N brows wasn't knitted together, and his mouth was agape as his chest rose and fell with each breath.

Aemond rests his head on his cheek, holding his head and slitting his fingers between his ears. The Acolyte's eyes opened, looking around.

Following the twinkling lights of the lit chandelier above. His eyes trailed about, falling on the second son of the king, placing gentle kisses along the bridge of his nose.

  "Little Prince." He squeals with a comically wide grin, looping his arms around his neck and reeling him in.

 Aemond sighs through his nose, but amusement shines in his eyes. Taking his wrapped arm into his hold, he inspects it. A firm yet gentle touch, noting the mobility from the shoulder, elbow, wri---

 The acolyte tugs in Aemond’s hold. Hissing and quickly biting his lip meant to keep the pain from displaying.

 "Which bastard." The prince hissed.

 "All fault lies on me. Caging up two dragons who have been free reign for however many years. It’s---"

 "You are not at fault! Because of them, I lost an eye, and because of them, you are burned. I am done suffering because of the stain they are to the Targaryen name."

 "You are still here." He sits up to look at the prince head-on. "I am still here. Thank the gods for the few blessings they bestow and not get stuck in the past over petty resentments." Aemond breathes, closing his eye and putting his fury aside for now. Holding his wrapped hand, lifting it to his lips. Rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

 Reaching over to the small table next to the tub for a small cup. Gulps down the drink, leaning back and exhaling a deep moan in euphoria.

 "Mother's milk." He breathes. Eyes fluttering up to the lights.

 "Milk of the Poppy." Aemond corrects softly, smiling at this new state of his acolyte that he has never encountered before.

 "Care to partake?" Y/N tempts. Aemond leans forward, capturing his lips. Hungrily devouring. Sucking and pulling his bottom lip. Sweet. Trailing his tongue to capture the remains still left on his lips.

 A chuckle drums in his chest as the prince unbuckles his belt and laces on his trousers.

 "What are you doing?"

 "Taking care of you." He mutters in just his undershirt as he climbs into the bath.

 "If that's what you want to call it," Y/N breath hitched at the feeling of his teeth leaving marks on his neck. Aemond’s hands traced his sides, his touch scorching. "A goat wanting to be devoured," he yelps as Aemond nips his nipple, making sure to leave an impression.

 "My apologies. You mentioned devour and you taste delectable," he grins cockily, blood on his lip. "I’ll kiss it," he coos, pecking his lips. "Make it better."

 "Take off the shirt and see how you like bruised nipples." Y/N points with his eyes at the two erect points through the wet clothing.

 "You already know the answer."

[weird-addiction]

Imagine being a spirit that is undercover in a brothel in Street of Silk, and Aemond hears about this and comes to see you for advice

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Male!Spirit!Reader

Warnings: brothels, suggestive content, kind of book Aemond, reader has no morals

The Street of Silk has always been the home to the brothels of King's Landing, but, recently something has changed.

Humans, are greedy, and if you offer them one piece of advice or guidance, they will take it like it is the most precious gold in the world. To the people of King's Landing, it is worth more than any golden dragon ever could.

Rumors went around about a certain brothel, saying that if you went in, you would come out better than before. The owner of the brothel was no madame, but rather a man who was so beautiful that even the gods themselves were entranced with his beauty.

Y/n is his name, and every night when the moon was high in the sky, he entertained women and men alike. Behind a curtain of silk, one can only see his silhouette and shadow behind it. Moving like the fabric as whispers were exchanged. No one knew what deals and transactions are made behind the curtains, only those who were lucky enough to get an audience with him may hear his voice speak.

When the Dance of the Dragons started, Prince Aemond was in despair, his emotions ran wild as he no longer knew what to do. Though it was not the guilt of his killing of his nephew, rather of loss of guidance as no one knew what to tell him.

For once, he decided to go to the Street of Silk to visit a brothel to get his mind off things, back to the same one that he visited when Aegon took him when he turned three and ten.

He seeks comfort, yet the madame told him to go the next brothel over, saying they would provide what he needed.

One step into the new brothel, the smell of incense burning hit his nose. The activity was one would expect, entertainers, prostitutes, courtesans, but what caught his eye was the line of people waiting for a specific room. He looked in the direction and he saw in the room covered in silk.

A man of most beauty, long hair, sharp features, and of otherworldly aura and nature. They locked eyes for just a moment before the silk curtains were closed as the beautiful man began his session.

The others in line saw him and some shuffled off to the side, giving his direct access to the room inside.

As he walked up to the curtain, an attendant came to him. "Prince Aemond, do you have an arrangement with our master?"

"I have no need for an arrangement, I seek an audience with him now." His tone was one of command, the attendant stepped aside and guided him in.

When the silks parted, he got a good look of the other side. There is a large round bed, covered in rich colored silks and fabrics. On it sat a man of ethereal beauty, wearing loose clothing that showed off his the upper parts of his chest as it hung loose from his shoulders. In the man's hand held a smoke pipe. The clothing showed off his legs.

The attendants left him be as they went back out through the silks.

"So," The man started. "The little prince has finally come to see me. Seems like I have a new customer." Y/n turned around, allowing the prince to see his face fully.

"Sit." Aemond found himself doing just that.

Y/n took a puff from his pipe before exhaling it. "Now, what is it that you seek, prince?"

"The other brothel told me to come here, saying you would give me what I wanted." Aemond merely stared, his one eye saying that he was serious.

"Heh. Of course they did. However..." Y/n sucked a breath from the pipe and blew it in Aemond's face, getting very close to him. "You hold the scent of such guilt that is destructive." His voice dropped and his eyes changed suddenly.

Aemond was taken back by the proximity.

"Have you come for guidance?" Y/n pulled back, putting one leg over the other.

The prince nodded.

"Mn." Y/n smiled. "Follow." He quickly hopped to his feet and clapped his hands together twice. Two attendants bowed as they led the two a door that was hidden before.

Once they went through, the door was closed behind them. They stood on a disc that flipped over and rose up, the place was lit up by lanterns or some otherworldly light source.

The disc stopped and they were opened to a new area. The place was huge, it was impossible for Aemond to describe, for there were too many things. The walls - they weren't really walls, more like screens that covered walls that led to rooms behind them.

There was a desk in the room, small compared to the rest of the space. Y/n jumped to sit on it. "Tell me what burdens you so." A sly smile made his way to his face.

"I...I killed my nephew. I don't regret that but-"

"No one is willing to tell you if you what to feel, and so you feel lost." Y/n finished for him.

Aemond was surprised that the man knew what he wanted to say, but Y/n just giggled.

"When one is on the brink of righteousness and insanity, does it not just lead you to do the most outlandish things? Perhaps, you did not wish for his death and was provoked, however, the boy no longer breathes." Y/n took a puff from his pipe. "Is that not just a fascinating end to his story?" A laugh escaped the beautiful man's throat.

"You-!" Aemond was about to angered before the next words made him have restraint.

"Young prince, I can help you. However, nothing comes without its price. And with you being a such high value customer, well..." Y/n did not need to finish his sentence for Aemond to receive the meaning behind his words.

"Whatever you want! You want it I'll give it!" The words spilled before he could even comprehend.

Y/n's smile did not leave his face, as he expected from the prince. After all, the man was still human.

The ethereal man inhaled another huff before blowing it back out into Aemond's face again, his face going through it and forcing the close proximity again. "I'll turn you inhuman!" His voice changed to the lower tone again, his eyes changing again as well.

"Inhuman?" Aemond was appalled by the idea.

"Yep," Y/n back away, his form and voice back to normal. "If you become inhuman, you no longer have to deal with such feelings right? Isn't that just great?"

"How would this even happen? How is it possible?" Aemond's words made Y/n laugh.

"There are so many things possible in this world, my prince. You just don't know it. Such things are capable because we are able to make it happen, then, from human to inhuman, from human to demon, we have an interest." Y/n simply said.

A silence followed but Aemond soon made his decision.

"Alright. I'll...take the deal."

"Hm.." Y/n stood on a higher platform. "Deal accepted."

Aemond's world went to darkness after that.

When he woke up, he was on the large round bed back in the brothel. Y/n sat next to him, seated comfortably against the pillows. He didn't feel weak, and the constant heavy emotions and hollow emptiness was gone. He no longer felt, he simply...existed. His body felt cold, the warmth his veins - it felt like he was no longer alive.

"Remember, everything has a price," Y/n turned to face him, looking down at his half asleep figure on the sheets.

"And you have already paid yours."

[luv-lock]

⸻ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ᴛ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ⸻

Pairing: Poly Aemon, Baelon and Alyssa x Targaryen Reader

Summary: They were your siblings. They loved you to their bones. They always been there, watching, protecting you, caring for you. It's only fair if they take you first, don't you think?

Warning: +18 contact, Minors DNA, Foursome, Fem on Fem, Targcest.

Notes: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The heat of the room was stifling, your skin glistening with sweat as you were trapped between your siblings’ bodies. The heady scent of arousal filled the air, a mixture of sweat and sex that made your mind spin. Baelon lay beneath you, his hands gripping your waist, as he thrust his hips between your legs. You were already so stretched and sore, your inner walls fluttering around him as you tried to adjust to the thick length inside of you.

“B-Baelon, it’s... t-too much,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with each desperate breath. Your words were met with a low, guttural laugh from him as he thrust up into you, filling you to the hilt.

Alyssa’s soft, comforting voice was the only tether you had in the whirlwind of sensation. “It’s alright, sweet sister,” she murmured, her fingers gently brushing away the tears that streaked your flushed cheeks. Her mouth was hot against yours, tongue coaxing you into a kiss that was both tender and all-consuming. “We’re here for you... we’ll take such good care of you.”

Your whimpers were muffled as Alyssa’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your mouth to her chest. Pinned between them, you were barely able to catch your breath. Alyssa, straddling Baelon’s face, let out soft moans as she ground her hips down, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Don’t worry, darling,” she purred. “Just focus on me. Let them do all the hard work.” She guided your lips to her nipple, her voice soft and soothing as if she were trying to comfort you. “That’s it, good girl… suck on my tits while our brothers take care of you.”

You obediently took her breast into your mouth, your lips closing around the stiff peak as tears welled in your eyes. The sensation of Aemon slowly pushing into your other entrance sent shivers up your spine. His cock was thick, and every inch felt like it was splitting you apart. You gasped against Alyssa’s skin, your muffled cries vibrating through her chest.

Alyssa smiled down at you, cupping your cheek as she looked into your teary eyes. “You’re doing so well for your first time, my sweet,” she whispered. “I know it’s a lot, but you can handle it. We’re all here to take care of you, aren’t we?” Her words were soft, but the glint in her eyes was anything but gentle.

Aemon’s hands tightened around your hips, pressing you further down onto him until he was buried to the hilt inside your tightest hole. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Relax, little one… just breathe. I want to feel you loosen up around me.” He reached around to play with your swollen clit, the overstimulation making your back arch and your mouth pull away from Alyssa’s breast as you cried out.

“N-no more,” you sobbed, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through you. Your entire body was trembling, the pleasure almost too much to bear. “Please… I c-can’t—”

“Hush now,” Baelon interrupted, his voice a low growl as he thrust up into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot that made your vision blur. “You can and you will. We’ve only just started, sweet sister. We’ve waited so long for this… for you.” He punctuated his words with deep, steady thrusts, making you mewl pathetically.

Alyssa’s lips were on yours again, her kiss fervent and possessive as she swallowed your desperate moans. “You’re ours, my love,” she cooed against your mouth, her voice a soft murmur of sweet poison. “Just let go… let us have you.”

Pinned between the relentless thrusts of Baelon beneath you and Aemon behind you, you were utterly helpless. Alyssa’s hands caressed your body, her fingers gently tracing the marks left by her brothers. The sight of you, so thoroughly debauched, sent shivers of delight through her. “Look at you,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. “So beautiful, so perfect for us.”

Aemon’s movements became more urgent, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounded into you from behind. “Gods, you’re so tight… you’re squeezing me like you don’t want to let go,” he groaned, his voice rough with barely contained need. “Do you hear how wet you are? How much you love this?”

Your moans turned to broken sobs as your body betrayed you, every nerve on fire. “I-I can’t… I’m so full, please… I can’t take anymore,” you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. But even as you begged, your body was clamping down on them, your walls spasming around Baelon and Aemon as if desperate to keep them inside.

Alyssa’s fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at her through your teary eyes. “Oh, but you can,” she whispered with a smile, her eyes gleaming with delight. “You’re doing so well, little sister… just a bit more. You’ll take everything we give you, won’t you?”

“Yes, y-yes… just please…” Your voice was barely a whisper, broken and pleading as you tried to catch your breath.

Baelon’s thrusts became more erratic, his cock pulsing inside you as he chased his release. “That’s it, take it, take all of it,” he grunted, his grip on your hips bruising as he held you down.

Aemon’s hips slammed into you one last time as he spilled deep inside you, his hot seed filling your already overwhelmed body. You could feel it leaking out even as Baelon followed, his own release flooding your core. Alyssa held you close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered sweet nothings, her fingers tenderly wiping away your tears.

“There now,” Alyssa cooed, her voice soft and soothing as your trembling body tried to recover from the onslaught. “See? You did it, my sweet. You were perfect.”

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

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Night of the Broken Dragons

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Word count: 1869

Warnings: Reader is son of Rhaenyra and Daemon

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

- To my nephews, Jace and Luke, may they always be Strong.

It was with that speech that Aemond Targaryen ruined the entire family dinner, Y/N's brothers fought with his uncles while his father and mother tried to stop them.

Y/N could only watch Aemond from afar, wondering how much time he had wasted with his uncle, and how much he wanted to be there the night his younger brother removed his eye.

He always wondered if with his calmer spirit he could have calmed the situation, avoided the insults his brothers received, and perhaps avoided one of the great reasons for his uncle's hatred.

- Go to your room my love, you don't need to see this. - Daemon said in his son's ear.

Y/N knew in his heart, with a certain weight, that he was his father's favorite son. Technically he was the son of Laenor Velaryon, whom he greatly cherished and missed. But he knew that the reason his legitimacy had never been questioned was because his mother, in a meeting with Daemon after the wedding, conceived him. 

He was the only "son" of Laenor Velaryon who had the blond hair and violet eyes, typical of the Targaryen house.

A soldier helped him get to his room, arriving at his quarters he kindly dismissed the maids who wanted to help him get ready for bed.

Despite being royalty, he had always liked simplicity and calm, his mother often called him her Meek Dragon.

A few knocks on the door echoed into the room and he could soon hear his mother's voice.

- Can I enter?  - Rhaenyra asked.

- Of course mother.

The woman opened the door and came to meet her son, giving him a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

- I came to check if everything was okay with you, Daemon told me that you came to your quarters as soon as... the confusion started.

The princess's eyes grew a little heavy when she saw her son's sad expression.

- Will it always be like this? This endless fight? I miss when I was a kid and these things didn't matter.

- I'm sorry my love, families are complicated. And I know ours is especially complicated.

Y/N sighed, nodding with regret in his heart.

- Sometimes I think if I could do something to change this situation, I know I'm not the eldest child but I feel responsible for my brothers, I wish I could take care of them, have avoided this disaster that happened so many years ago.

Rhaenyra gave her son another hug.

- My dear meek dragon, I know that your heart has the purest intentions than any of us, but that ship was already predicted to sink long before your birth or the birth of your brothers. - Rhaenyra said while running her hand through her son's long silver hair - But I don't want you to worry about that, we'll be back home soon, you'll be able to go back to your normal routine and not be bothered by these matters.

With another kiss on her son's head, Rhaenyra said goodbye, wishing him good night.

Y/N was soon asleep, and a dream of a memory he still had hovered over his mind.

- Come on Aemond, the dragon cubs are still small!  They won't hurt us - said a little Y/N to a younger version of Aemond.

The two children ventured to the part of the pit where the cubs were.  Aemond always assuming a protective posture over his nephew, he still didn't have his dragon and he knew that his nephew already had one, but that wasn't enough reason for him to stop taking care of the safety of the beautiful young man with curious and excited eyes.

When they finally reached the baby dragons, only one was in sight where they could pet it.

- Are you sure it's safe? - Y/N asked, looking at his uncle with some fear.

- Yes, they are still easier to deal with. - Aemond replied as he affectionately approached the little dragon and stroked his head.  - Come! He won't bite you.

Aemond took Y/N's hand and carefully guided him to the head of the small silver dragon, who seemed a little interested in both of them.

Y/N laughed and kissed his uncle on the cheek, who soon had a blush on his face with happiness.

- Thank you for coming with me. - Y/N said.

- One day it will just be me, you, and the dragons, my nephew.

Y/N has awakened. He was deeply sad that the dream was over, and he knew that it was one of the last good memories he had with Aemond.

He got up, already knowing that sleep would not accompany him for the rest of the night, put on warmer clothes and shoes and started to open the door, which was guarded by Sir Aric.

- Sir Aric, I'm sleepless and would like to take a walk through the palace gardens, would you mind accompanying me?

Y/N knew that the guard would go with him anyway, but he always thought that kindness could never be too much.

- Yes, my prince, it would be an honor.

The prince went out with his knight to walk through the night of the palace, with the lights low, and the gardens being lit only by the moon.

Not long after entering the garden, Y/N saw a figure with long silver hair, wearing a green cloak, sitting by the fountain, it was his uncle Aemond.

- Sir Aric, please wait for me at the entrance, I will talk to my uncle for a while.

- Are you sure, my prince?  - The faithful knight asked.

- Yes, everything is fine.

Y/N slowly approached his uncle, sitting next to him, for a moment the two remained in an awkward silence, with only the noise of insects in the background.

- Couldn't you fall asleep either? - Y/N asked in a low tone of voice.

- Obviously not. - Aemond replied with disdain.

Another awkward silence fell between the two Targaryens but neither had the courage to move away from each other.

- Me, you, and the dragons... remember that? - It was Aemond who took the initiative to speak this time.

- As if I could forget... - Y/N said with regret in his voice.

- I was serious when I said that.  - Aemond finally moved so he could look his nephew in the eyes.

- Lately I thought you had just decided to hate me.  - Y/N said, now also looking into Aemond's eyes.

- I wanted to hate you, believe me I really wanted to hate you.

- Then why don't you hate it? Apparently it's so easy with my brothers.

- You know it's different with you.

- Why? Because I'm blonde and have violet eyes? Or because I didn't take part in that stupid fight you had when we were kids?  - Y/N said, raising his voice.

- That stupid fight took my eye!  -Aemond said, removing the eye patch and showing the jewel that was in the place where he also once had a violet eye.

- That fight took my best friend away from me... but I don't expect you to understand that.

Y/N began to deeply regret having approached his uncle, he didn't know why his calmness, always so constant around him, was disappearing, he began to withdraw from his presence when Aemond held him by the arm.

- Wait.

- For what?  So we can exchange more childish insults as if we were ten years old?

Once again the little prince began to leave his uncle's presence.

- I need to tell you a secret - Aemond said in a muffled voice.

Y/N turned carefully, what could possibly be on Aemond's mind to share with him?  Did he still have his trust?

- Y/N, there is something I have kept inside me for years, something I never dared to confess to anyone, not even myself.  But tonight, with all these family conflicts, I feel like I can't keep this secret any longer.

Y/N, surprised, stares at Aemond, waiting for him to continue.

Aemond takes a deep breath and begins:

- Since we were children, from the moment I can remember, my heart has belonged to you, Y/N Targaryen. It's not a love that I chose, it's a love that just happened. And as much as I tried to deny it, repress it, and hide it, it only grew stronger every day.

Y/N is speechless, his eyes meeting Aemond's, full of emotion and uncertainty.

Aemond concludes:

- I don't expect you to feel the same way, and I understand the complications this brings to our family.  But I needed you to know the truth, Y/N. My love for you is real and deep, and I can no longer hide it. I was serious that day in the dragon pit.

The two men remain silent, the weight of Aemond's confession hanging over them as the night breeze whispers through the trees of the castle gardens.

Y/N looks deeply into Aemond's eyes, his heart racing at his uncle's confession.  After a moment of reflection, he finally answers truthfully:

- Aemond, I was not prepared to hear this tonight, and it takes me by surprise. But I value the courage you had in sharing your feelings with me. We are linked by blood and our complicated family history, and this confession just makes it more complex.

- I just don't want to feel rejected anymore.

Y/N listens to Aemond's words and realizes the deep pain in his uncle.  He places his hand over Aemond's heart and says with empathy:

- Aemond, I understand what you're feeling, and the last thing I want is for you to feel rejected. You've always been an important part of my life, and I don't want that to change. Let's face this together, with care and respect one for the other.

Aemond looks at his nephew as if he were his whole world, and at that moment he was, nothing else mattered to him.  Then in a rush he takes his nephew's lips for himself.

Aemond's kiss takes Y/N by surprise, but after the first moment of hesitation, Y/N allows his feelings to speak louder. Their lips meet in a kiss filled with emotion and desire, marking a new chapter in their lives.

Y/N feels a mixture of confusion and excitement, but also a deep connection with Aemond.

Aemond leans his nephews against one of the garden's stone walls and starts kissing his neck, knowing that in the morning those will be marks.

- Uncle... - Y/N moans.

- If you want me to stop, I will stop.

- No... uncle, I need you.

- You look beautiful begging but I don't want to take you here in the middle of the garden.  May I accompany you to your quarters? - Aemond asks, excited about his love's correspondence.

-Yes. - Y/N responds, finally understanding all the times he felt incomplete, needing someone and never understanding why.

They had that night to themselves, nothing mattered, no family conflict, the succession of the throne, their parents, nothing mattered, they could deal with it later, but in that moment they would have each other and they would cling to it like one clings to life