#this is exactly how I imagined things would go if Aemond had a lover and came back to her from Storm’s End

[lauraneedstochill]

god, I loved this so so so much, absolutely everything about this is perfect 💔 the tenderness she treats him with, and how it seems like with every layer of his clothes she also removes layers of his restrain, and he eventually can’t help but give in because he craves her affection and her understanding. I love that there’s no rush in your writing, and the pacing makes it feel like I’m watching a scene from a movie unraveling right before my eyes. and it’s just so soft and so beautiful!

this is instantly one of my forever favorite pieces, thank you for writing it 💔

After the storm

Aemond Targaryen x gn!reader

Warnings: all ages, hurt/comfort

Summary: what transpired after Aemond's return to King's Landing? playing a little fast and loose with dragonflight times so let's just pretend it was raining the whole way back, okay? 900 words

Your throat tightened the moment you walked into the room. You had come to him as soon as you saw Vhagar circle the city. You had been anticipating his return, anxious about his errand. There was a chance he would come back betrothed to a Baratheon but you couldn’t care about that now. You saw his wet hair plastered to his head, his eye patch dangling from his hands, his shoulders slumped as he rested his arms on his legs. He didn’t turn toward you when you approached. He had heard the door open and close, you saw his violet eye flick toward you. But the only other movement was the sway of the leather strap between his legs.

“Did it go so poorly?” You walked slowly toward him, conscious that you didn’t want him to perceive your anxiety. He didn’t answer, he only dropped his head. You lowered yourself onto your heels next to him so you were eye level with him. His eye was closed. You caustiously laid your hand on his knee and stayed silent. His face wore a curious expression of pain and confusion.

“‘Poorly’?” Aemond breathed out something like a laugh, but when he looked at you nausea tore through your stomach. He had never looked at you like that. He noticed you flinch away from him and narrowed his eye. “What could you possibly know about it?”

“I..” you tried to reply but the words caught in your throat. He turned his gaze back to the floor and you let your hand slide off his leg. You stood and inhaled deeply, steadying your nerves.

“I couldn’t know anything about it, Aemond, if you don’t tell me,” you glared down at him. “So ‘poorly’ isn’t the word you wanted. What in the seven hells did happen?”

When he looked up at you your hands went cold and you felt a twinge of guilt at your harsh words. You had never seen him cry and you didn’t want to now. The pain written on his face made your chest ache. His violet eye flicked away from your face and you glaced at his sapphire, the skin around it was angry. You let out the breath you were holding. When you stepped in front of him he instictively rested his head against your stomach. You placed both of your hands on the back of his head and smoothed down his wet hair.

“Come,” you said as you slid your hands gently under his chin. You guided him to look up at you. “Come with me.”

You stepped back, took his eye patch from his hands, and dropped it on the table. You slid your hand into his and began to walk. He stood up, a defeated man, graceless and lumbering. Nothing like Aemond at all. You kept your face neutral and calm.

He followed you to the bed, but he wasn’t with you, he was far away. His gaze was on the floor when his eye was open at all. You stopped, turning to him. You reached up and unfastened the leather tie in his hair. You smoothed wet strands back from his face. You gently passed your thumb over his cheek. He glanced at you but it was fleeting.

You began to unlace his tunic and slide it from his shoulders. Aemond didn’t resist. He let himself be guided by you. So you proceeded to remove his wet garments and boots with very little help from him. This was so utterly peculiar that you moved as if this were a task that you had to do correctly and efficiently. You didn’t speak, only focused on each article of clothing. Your hands shook at first but then the cold of his wet clothes made them almost numb. He wasn’t shivering. He was long past that.

You left him for a moment to fetch some towels from the armoire. You gestured for him to remove his pants and you held the towel so that you could immediately wrap it around his waist. He stepped out of the sodden pile of fabric as you tied the towel around his waist. Aemond muttered something and you looked at him for clarification. Your brows knit together in confusion.

“Thank you,” he said, barely audible.

You give him a kind smile in return before he looked away again. You pressed gently on his shoulders so he would sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly and carefully, you dried his face, his neck and shoulders. You watched those same shoulders shake slightly as you pulled the towel away. He would tell you soon enough, but whatever had transpired was worse than you could imagine.

As you dried his hair he rested his forhead against you. It seemed to take a long time to dry, but when you were finally satisfied you dropped the towel to the floor onto the pile of clothes. You raised his face to yours again, this time his eye was pleading, searching your face. You kissed his forehead and smoothed your hands down his jaw. You let go and moved around him to climb onto the bed. You stacked the pillows and reclined against them. You didn’t have to instruct him. Without hesitation he laid his head in your lap and curled his knees to his chest. You let your fingers trace lightly over his head, his shoulder, his arm. Then he spoke.

“I didn’t mean for her to do it.”

Masterlist Aemond masterlist

[novaursa]

Heya!!! Just saw you'd say you'd do nsfw alphabets! Could I get one for Aemond plz???

Aemond Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

- Paring: female!reader/Aemond Targaryen

- Rating: Explicit 18+

A = Aftercare

Aemond may appear cold and calculating, but after an intense session, he’ll wrap you in his arms, whispering in High Valyrian as he strokes your hair. He likes to make sure you’re comfortable and secure, showing a gentler side few ever see.

B = Body Part

His hands. He takes immense pride in his skillful hands, both in combat and in bed. He loves using them to explore every inch of your body, watching your reactions to his touch.

C = Cum

Aemond loves the sight of you covered in his release, a mark of his claim. He’s not shy about being messy, but he’s meticulous about cleaning you up afterward, often with a wicked smirk on his face.

D = Dirty Secret

He secretly enjoys the idea of being caught or watched. The thrill of potentially being discovered drives him wild, and he might even orchestrate situations to bring you close to the edge of exposure.

E = Experience

Despite his disciplined appearance, Aemond is more experienced than one might think. He’s had lovers before but is highly selective, only choosing those he finds worthy of his time and attention.

F = Favorite Position

He loves having you on your knees, looking up at him with that defiant or submissive gaze. Dominating you from above, or taking you from behind, gives him a sense of control he craves both in and out of the bedroom.

G = Goofy

Rarely, but when he’s in a particularly good mood, he might crack a smirk or chuckle, especially if you do something unexpected that surprises him in bed.

H = Hair

He’s meticulous about his appearance. Aemond prefers things neat and orderly, which extends to grooming. He loves grabbing a fistful of your hair, using it to guide you exactly where he wants.

I = Intimacy

Though he can be rough and demanding, he has moments of surprising tenderness. During these times, he’s slower, more deliberate, his single eye locked on yours as if memorizing every expression you make.

J = Jack Off

He doesn’t indulge often, preferring the real thing, but if he’s been away or deprived for too long, he’ll fantasize about you in vivid detail, his hand moving swiftly as he imagines your warmth and the sounds you make.

K = Kinks

Aemond has a thing for dominance and submission, often mixing pain with pleasure. He enjoys pushing your limits, seeing how far you’ll go to please him. He also has a penchant for marking you, whether with his teeth, his hands, or more permanent reminders.

L = Location

He’s daring, enjoying the thrill of taking you in dangerous or forbidden places. A quiet corner of the Red Keep or the Dragonpit — anywhere that adds an element of risk.

M = Motivation

Your defiance. He loves when you challenge him, his blood heating at the thought of putting you back in your place. Conversely, your submission drives him equally mad, the sight of you willing and ready for him igniting a primal need to claim you.

N = No

He draws the line at anything that would cause you genuine harm. Despite his darker urges, he’s protective of you and would never cross that boundary.

O = Oral (Giving)

He’s skilled and relentless, taking pride in making you fall apart with his mouth alone. He loves the feeling of control, holding your hips down as he devours you, eyes never leaving your face.

P = Pace

Varies with his mood. He can be slow and deliberate, torturing you with every stroke, or rough and fast, chasing his release like a man possessed.

Q = Quickie

Aemond loves the thrill of a quickie, especially in risky places. He’ll take you against a wall or in a shadowed alcove, his hand clamped over your mouth to stifle your moans.

R = Risk

He’s not afraid to take risks, enjoying the added excitement it brings. He’s careful to never endanger you, but the possibility of getting caught or being overheard excites him immensely.

S = Stamina

He has incredible stamina, able to go for multiple rounds with barely a pause. He’s almost insatiable, pushing you to your limits time and time again.

T = Toys

Aemond prefers using his own hands and body, but he’s not against introducing toys to heighten the experience. He particularly enjoys using restraints or blindfolds, amplifying your senses and his control over you.

U = Unfair

He can be a tease, dragging out your pleasure until you’re begging for release. He loves seeing you frustrated, relishing the control he has over your body and your desires.

V = Volume

He’s generally quiet, but when he’s truly lost in the moment, you might hear low growls or murmured curses in High Valyrian. He prefers hearing you, finding your moans and cries intoxicating.

W = Wild Card

Aemond is surprisingly tactile, enjoying the feel of your skin under his hands. He’ll trace scars, kiss bruises he’s left, and map every inch of your body with a fascination that borders on reverence.

X = X-Ray

Aemond is lean but strong, his body honed by years of training. He’s proud of his physique and the reactions it draws from you.

Y = Yearning

When he wants you, he can be relentless. He’s not above using his power or status to ensure you’re available when his desires flare, often appearing unexpectedly and sweeping you away without warning.

Z = ZZZ

He rarely falls asleep immediately, instead watching you as you drift off, his mind racing. He’ll eventually succumb to sleep, his body pressed protectively against yours, an arm slung possessively over your waist.