#aemond headcanon

[flowerandblood]

The Taste of Shame NSFW Alphabet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always inside her.

With his female clients, he always used condoms.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

His work was his one big dirty secret, plz.

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

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

F = Favorite position

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

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

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

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

G = Goofy (how serious are they)

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

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

H = Hair (grooming habits)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q = Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

W = Wild card (random canon of any sort)

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

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

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

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

Something doing miracles.

Y = Yearning (sexdrive level)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[astrophile-imagines]

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Marry me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[idontgiveashitabouttourneys]

Any headcanons for Aemond with a clingy s/o?

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

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

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

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

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

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[thedreamsmith]

Aemond Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

I am a godless heathen and am currently procrastinating my WIP 

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

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

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

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

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

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bonesofapoet]

aemond targaryen is a hopeless romantic pass it on

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[lady-phasma]

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

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

Crucify - Tori Amos

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

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

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

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

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

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

the saga continues cuz someone asked nicely

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[queenielacy]

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

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[gibsonsgirl]

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[flowerandblood]

The Gate of Salvation NSWF Alphabet

[ young pope • Aemond x catholic • female ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

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

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

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

F = Favorite position

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

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

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

H= Hair (grooming habits)

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

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

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

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

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

K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He would do it often to her ever since.

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

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

Q = Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

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

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

Definitely not. Meeting his beloved is risky itself.

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

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

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

None.

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

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

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

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

W = Wild card (random canon of any sort)

None.

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

Heaven's Delight.

Y = Yearning (sexdrive level)

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

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

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

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

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[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Aemond Targaryen x niece!reader

You always knew this day was coming. Everyone knew. Your marriage to your brother, Jacaerys Velaryon, was arranged the moment you were born. Ever since you could understand words you were told you have to do your duty. You have to protect your family. You have to marry Jace. 

And the day is finally here. You are just moments away from getting married. You are marrying Jace, someone you have known your entire life and yet you are still nervous. Luckily your maids left you alone after you got dressed, giving you the time to calm your fast beating heart. 

You took a deep breath as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The wedding dress was simple but perfect, but the gold necklaces with rubies around your neck was making you feel suffocated. It was heavy and felt like a collar instead of a necklace. A gift from your mother, Rhaenyra Targaryen. For the moment you decided to take it off, planning to wear it just before you walk out to get married. 

Just as you put the heavy necklace down the door opened, without any knock or announcement. Only one person does that. 

Aemond almost froze when he saw you. His eyes in awe and disbelief. 

“Uncle..” You gave a welcoming smile. 

Aemond couldn't deny that you look breathtaking. 

He stepped closer and gently touched a strand of your silver hair, trying to find the right words. His other hand was holding a small box. 

“You look beautiful,” Aemond said, his words almost getting caught in his throat. 

“Are you sure? My mother thinks the dress is too simple,” You let out a nervous laugh as you looked down at your dress. “But it's the only thing I got to choose.”

“Rhaenyra's judgments are often wrong,” Aemond replied. 

You looked up at him and gave a soft smile. You can always trust Aemond to agree with your choices. 

“I…umm.. i have a small gift for you,” Aemond showed you the little box in his hand. When he opened it there was a dainty chain with a small sapphire, the same shade as the one he has in place of his injured eye. “I know it's not much, but…”

“It's beautiful,” You gasped as you gently touched the delicate piece of jewelry. “Can you..can you help me put it on?” 

Aemond nodded and picked up the necklace. You turned around and lifted your hair up slightly and he put the necklace around your neck. Both your eyes met in the mirror and lingered there. 

You put your hair down and your hand immediately went for the sapphire around your neck. It was much lighter than the one your mother gifted you, and more beautiful in your eyes. 

“Thank you, uncle,” You turned back to look at him. “I will always cherish it.”

There were a lot of things Aemond wanted to say. A lot of things you wanted to confess. But neither of you could. 

“I…I better go join the others at the great hall,” Aemond finally able to snap out of the trance. 

You gave a forced smile and nodded. 

“And..and if you think you don't want to do this…don't want to marry your strong brother then I am here. I will stop the wedding and…”

“There will be no need for that, uncle,” You stopped him from finishing the sentence. “I love Jace and it is my duty to marry him and give him children, to further the Targaryen bloodline.”

“Would your mother have betrothed you to Jace if you were a Strong just like him instead of a dragon?” Aemond asked. He already knows the answer. Deep down even you know the answer. Your silver hair and deep lilac eyes are the reason why you are marrying Jace. 

“Aemond…” You tried to defend your mother but no other words came out. 

“You just need to say the word…maybe you won't today, or tomorrow, but when you do I will break the shackles your mother put on you and give you the freedom you have always desired.” Aemond kissed your forehead and then walked out, leaving you to think about your life and future. 

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[peterparkersnose]

Spoil

pairing: Prince Regent!Aemond Targaryen x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: lowkey dark!aemond, alys river type themed, reader’s family gets killed, reader is a plaything, sexual themes and descriptions (not a smut), fluff at the end :)

a/n THAT GIF OML uuhhh this came to me in a fever dream apologies.

summary She’s his spoil of war, and his new found confidant.

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A spoil of war. 

Is the one thing you had been demeaned down to. From a visiting Lady to Harrenhal, a betrothed to one of the Strong sons, and now to nothing. A spoil of war. 

The first time you ever saw him was weeks after the fateful night that your life collapsed. You still remember the cool breeze in your nightgown and the loose hair around your shoulders. How the moon shone so brightly, but only in the early evening before the fight began. Smoke then filled the air as your new home was captured. 

And then they were gone. 

The Blacks had just packed up everything and… left? The castle you once knew to be lively, despite its cracks, was suddenly sullen and empty. Few staff remained from the ones who fled. You clung to your betrothed along with the rest of his family. Life felt like a ticking time bomb. 

It was midday when you heard the roar of the great dragon, Vhagar. A strange time to invade, but there wasn’t much to do. A glimmer of hope, you thought. A glimmer of hope. 

Hope is only something a fool would believe in now, you truly believed. 

The Strong family was rounded up by the one-eyed Prince. You had heard of him before and knew what the people whispered about him. Kinslayer. Evil. Egotistical. Irrational. 

A plea for help, you thought. How foolish you feel now. The Kinslayer swiftly went one by one, killing every single last Strong, down to the grandchildren. All you could do was scream. Your betrothed was gone, and so was his family. The women and the children were all gone. And all that was left was you. 

The worst death of all, you supposed. It was certain now, you were the last one on your knees pleading for your life. Perhaps in another lifetime, you deserved this. Watching your new family die one by one, knowing of your fate. As the Kinslayer approached you, his sword bloodied in his hand, blood splattered all over his armor, and his face, his white hair matted with the blood of your betrothed. His facial expression was unreadable as you stared him dead in the eyes. A soft prayer came from your lips as he looked at you like you were the most disgusting thing he had ever seen now, as a scowl moved to his lips.

His hatred for the Strong family was inconceivable. Why did such a man hate a family that much? 

He stared you down, taking in every single inch of you. An evil snarl approached his lips as he grunted. “Mmm…”

“She’ll do.” he called out to a man in armor, an older one than the Prince and with Dornish features. 

She’ll do? What in the Seven Hells is that supposed to mean?

The Dornish Knight took you by the shoulders and forced you off your feet and whispered into your ear softly as he was escorting you to horseback, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Just be quiet and listen. Pledge your allegiance to King Aegon. Then you’ll be fine.” His words were far from comforting as he intended them to be. Your betrothed blood was still fresh on your hands. 

A war camp was your new home. One of the dirtiest places on earth, not for a Lady such as yourself. Men were constantly poking and prodding at you, calling and shouting at you all sorts of terrible names. When you first arrived, you were brought into a quiet tent away from the evil eyes of the soldiers. The Dornish man sat with you and spoke softly. He seemed as if he didn’t want to scare you, but he still did nonetheless. You pledged your allegiance to King Aegon and kept quiet, listening to the first piece of advice he gave you. He introduced himself to you as Ser Criston Cole. You feared for your life, and the only thing seemingly keeping it here was this Ser Criston Cole. 

After a while, Ser Criston left you alone. And for a while, you sat confused as so many things were running through your head. Your cries continued as well did the trembles in your hands, the hands you couldn’t pull your eyes from as they were covered with your love's blood. 

A maid who was silent the whole time came in with a tub and began to bathe you after you were alone for a while. Why? You had no clue. A bath did seem nice though, you wished to be rid of the horrors that painted your body. You cried as the maid washed you, traumatized by the events of that day. The clear water turned a murky brown as your old life was washed away. A new dress was gifted to you. One of a deep green and a sinch in the middle, tied with golden strings. It was long-sleeved and floor length, keeping you warm in the harsh, cold, rainy environment where the camp was located. And along was an optional green coat of fur, embroidered with beautiful designs. Something you would never normally choose, but there wasn’t really a choice. The dress was soft and felt a bit snug around your body, but you didn’t feel like complaining would be a good idea at the moment. 

Your hair was combed by this maid as her quick hands moved through your locks. It reminded you of your old life and your old Lady maid. Who you thought must be dead by now. The soothing words of your old Lady maid calmed you for a bit, as you closed your eyes and pretended you were simply not there. 

The maid dressed you and quickly left. You didn’t know the Dornish man was guarding this tent until the maid left, and you saw a glimpse of his armor from the flap of the tent that was exposed when she left. 

Ser Criston returned and looked you up and down. It was not in a perverse way though, more of an inspection. Like you were some… some item being prepared. He sighed. 

“He’ll be happy.” Ser Criston stated, crossing his arms. 

“Who, may I ask?” you finally spoke. 

“Prince Aemond.” Ser Criston replied, giving you one last look up and down. “He spared you for a reason, my Lady. You should be eternally grateful for him and his grace when it came to you.” 

Prince Aemond? Having grace? 

Ser Criston escorted you to another tent. The men whistled and whooped as you walked by, looking like a fresh piece of meat to the soldiers who hadn’t felt the touch of their ladies for weeks. Heat rose to your cheeks as you looked at your boots, praying this nightmare would end. But oh, it had just begun. 

Prince Aemond sat in his tent. It was identical to every single one each soldier had on the outside, but on the inside, it was quite different. The delicately carved chairs and a large bed of hay with many pelts over it caught your eye before the Prince did. You didn’t even notice Criston leaving your side until you turned to speak to him, and he was gone. 

He was sitting in front of the fire. His armor was gone, and his hair was cleaned. His stockings were hung by the fire as they seemed to be drying as he sat in a chair, not looking in your direction. You stood still, fear wracked your body as you tried to think of something to do. Should you speak? Just stand there? Wait for him to approach you? 

“Come,” he said commandingly as he flicked a few of his fingers towards you, beckoning you over to his side. The Prince didn’t even look your way. His voice was much calmer than it was at Harrenhal. You listened, approaching him with hesitance. 

He looked up at you, taking in your features with the same blank look as he did at Harrenhal.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked harshly as you stood next to his chair awkwardly. You nodded. “Mmm…” he hummed once again, moving his hand in a way to ask you to sit in the opposite chair. The chair creaked a bit as you sat, giving an unexpected chill down your spine. 

“When I speak to you, you respond to me in words. No nods. Understood?” he scolded you, his tone of voice making you twitch. 

“Yes.” you squeaked out, almost silently. 

“Yes, what…?” Prince Aemond asked you, testing you to see your limits. “Yes, my Prince.” 

“Good girl. You learn quickly.” he purred, standing up from his chair to approach you. You froze as he did, not wanting to mess up. This was your only chance at survival. The Prince circled you, almost as a lion did to its prey not once, not twice, but three times. You couldn’t meet his gaze. 

“What is your name…?” he asked, now standing in front of you. You answered him swiftly with your name and your house. 

“Your father bent the knee to the Princess Rhaenyra, is that correct?”

Your heart skipped a beat. He had? You genuinely had no clue, as you were already living in Harrenhal with your betrothed as the war broke out. 

“M-my father, your grace, I have not seen him in many moons.” you quivered, your eyes fixated on the brick of the fireplace. 

“But yet you are his kin…” Aemond sighed, picking up a lock of your hair in his hands. “Such a shame. Ironic, isn’t it? He had pledged his allegiance to Rhaenyra, and yet you are mine.” he chuckled. His laugh sent chills down your spine. You stayed silent.

“How old are you?” he asked, dropping your piece of hair and looking down at you menacingly. 

“Twenty, your grace.” you replied hastily, afraid of his presence. “And I suspect you were betrothed to a Strong boy, is that it…?” 

You nodded.

“Use your words,” he said demeaningly, his long lanky fingers meeting your chin as he pulled your sad eyes up to meet his gaze. “Yes, my Prince.” “Good girl.”

His words went straight between your thighs. “I think I’ll like you,” he says, letting go of your chin. Tears brimmed your eyes. “Do not worry. I will not touch you tonight.” he says somewhat softer, as he grabs your hand. You didn’t even realize they were shaking. “Touch me?” you asked, looking up at him. 

“Oh yes. Don’t you understand what this is…?” he asked, making her feel like an idiot. The way he spoke was so demeaning, making her feel like she was the stupidest person alive. How had she not figured out what this was yet? “No.” she whispered. It was all making sense now. 

“You are mine. Mine to do with what I please. My spoil, as some say. You will do as I say, won’t you?” he asked, letting go of your shaking hand. You felt like your tongue was numb as he spoke. No emotion was shown on your face as you felt him kneel down in front of you. He placed a hand on your thigh. 

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked after a while. You met his gaze as he looked up to you, he seemed like an evil spirit had possessed him. His face was different, his lips curled into a cruel smirk. You were speechless again. Aemond was getting obviously annoyed by your lack of response. “You should be,” he said, his grip on your thigh tightening as your breath quickened. “Tell me, my Lady. Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me? Be my plaything, my lover, my company… or would you rather join the Silent Sisters? I cannot kill such a beauty as yourself.” 

His other hand moved to caress your cheek. He awaited your answer. 

“I-I…” you stuttered. The Prince grew impatient. “Answer me, now!” he yelled at you. You finally cracked.

“Yes, yes, I’ll listen, I'm sorry.” you cried, cringing at the sudden raising of his voice. His cruel smile only widened. “Good girl.”

-

He was gentle to you at first, but every time after grew harsher and harsher. He often prided himself on seeing you at his mercy, his hand on your stomach as he fucked you slowly. He liked the way you muttered his name as he held you in his arms as you were about to reach your peak. He enjoyed watching you leak his seed out on your thighs as you rested in bed after a long night of pleasure. 

Even if he was rough, he never treated you as his whore. He would often put your own pleasure above his, which was quite unexpected. In many senses around the camp, you were seen as his Queen. Even if that was far from the truth. 

He never liked it much when you spoke. He had no desire to know about your life, your dislikes, and interests, or anything remotely personal about you. He used you. He took and took and gave nothing in return, besides a mutual pleasure for each other. He took your company, as you would sleep next to him in his bed every night. He never held you or whispered sweet nothings to you as you fell asleep. He took your time, as you waited around for him all day. You had grown quite lazy and bored, with close to nothing to do. He took your worth. Yes, he didn’t treat you as his whore. But he would call you names that made you feel like one. You figured it made him feel better about himself, making you beg for his cock and calling you a slut afterward. Aemond would often tell you mid fucking about how beautiful you would look bearing his bastards. Or how good you looked with him buried inside of you. 

Aemond had returned for the night. You had gotten used to the angry footsteps and the sudden whooshing open of the tent door flap when he would return from his days. You hadn’t seen him for five days. You heard of his return to the camp by a few passing soldiers and expected his presence in your chambers tonight. But tonight seemed different. It was eerie how quiet he was. He was usually eager to get his armor off and to fuck you, but tonight was more solemn. He angrily threw his eyepatch on the floor and kicked his armor. It startled you a bit as you watched him seemingly throw a tantrum. Mentally preparing yourself for a night of torture, you began your routine as you had in the past few weeks and began undressing.

“No,” he said, emotionless, not facing to look at you. You stopped. This had never happened. He took off his armor and set it aside, and made his way slowly to the bed in his underclothes. You sat on the bed, unsure of what to do. He couldn’t look at you. Aemond could sense your confusion and your uncertainty. 

“Not tonight.” he said, his voice sounding weaker and weaker with each syllable. “Oh.” you said quietly, adjusting your nightgown back on comfortably. You sat in bed next to him. 

He reached up a hand and took a lock of your hair in it and twirled it in his fingers. He hummed. You just looked down at what he was doing and watched his fingers, then looked into his gaze. He seemed to have revealed an emotion, for the first time in weeks. Sadness. 

You wanted to ask what was wrong but decided to keep your mouth shut. He didn’t like when you talked. 

He waited a long time before he spoke. He sat there, not moving, and seemingly staring into space. Groups of soldiers marched by, the only sound breaking the deafening silence between the two of you. You knew better than to speak. 

“How has Hilda been treating you?” he asks quietly, still not meeting your gaze. 

“Hilda?” you asked, confused. “Your maid.” he said annoyed that you didn’t know what he was talking about. His tongue had a sharp, defensive tone to it. 

“Oh,” you replied, confused as to why he was making conversation. He never usually did. “She’s been kind.” 

Aemond nodded. He was trying. So hard. He just didn’t know how to approach you with what he really needed tonight. Kindness was something he had not equipped in a while. 

“Come,” he said, placing a hand on your back suddenly. You were hesitant. “I won’t hurt you.”

You listened to him and scooted over in the bed, lying next to Aemond as he wrapped his arms around you in a sudden movement. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and fear as he did, he pulled you closer to him. You had so many questions, questions you wished to ask and knew you couldn’t. And you stood still as touched you, confused as to what he wanted from you.

“Do you want me to embrace you?” you asked softly. He nodded, burying his head near your chest and the crook of your neck. You could feel his warm breath on your neck.

What the fuck was this…?

One of your hands wrapped around his head and cradled it as the other moved to his back and gave him some small circles with your fingers. He let out a long sigh. 

He looked up at you as he rested in your arms. His eyes were wet and his face was one you had never seen before. Aemond seemed like a complete stranger at that moment. “Do you love me?” he asked her with a tired voice.

She most certainly did not. But that was not the answer he was currently seeking.

“I do,” she said, caressing the side of his face and moving stray strands of hair out of the way. He just held her tighter and placed his head back on your chest, his breathing becoming shallow as he tried to hold in the tears. You were so utterly confused. He knew she truly didn’t love him. But he needed to know if she was obedient enough to lie for him. To hold his secrets, to be an extension of just his thing to toy with. He needed somebody desperately right now, and the only thing he craved was touch. Touch and your attention. He didn’t love you and you didn’t love him. But it hurt nobody to just play the part they were supposed to that night. He was in need.

“I-I went to Rook’s Rest,” Aemond began to speak. His tone was different from his usual commands, he sounded scared. You had never seen this side of him before. She nodded, stroking his hair as he spoke. “My brother, Aegon, and I…” 

You had never heard him speak of the King so informally. 

“We fought our cousin Rhaenys and her dragon… and we won but-” his voice hitched. He was… he was shaking? “It’s okay.” you said softly, daring to speak as your lover shook in your grasp. 

You knew tears were now falling down his cheeks but didn’t dare to say a single thing about it. You knew deep down, he was just a scared little boy. Aemond was only twenty as you were. His big persona of being a ruthless kinslayer was peeling back and he was revealing himself to you. It was something he never did, only in the solemn private moments with his mother years ago. 

He had broken at the sight of what he was about to tell her.

“Aegon got hurt. Really bad.”

He was telling you confidential information about the King. He was trusting you. “I-I’m sorry.” you replied sincerely. His hands moved around your ribcage and the other snaked around your back. He felt the fabric of your dress and played with it between his fingers as he tried to calm himself. “H-he can’t walk and he’s burned terribly and he’s barely conscious, and his dragon is injured, and... You-you mustn't tell anyone.” he whimpered, his tone stiffening at the last sentence as his ramblings came to an end. “Never,” you whispered, combing through his hair with your fingers to try and calm him. 

“I’m- they made me… they made me Prince Regent.” Aemond confessed as the words left his lips with a sour taste. You could tell he was terrified. 

Oh shit.

Aemond in a sense, was King. She finally understood how dire King Aegon’s condition was and understood why Aemond had been acting so strangely that night. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you asked him softly, trying to look to the positive side. If the positive side even existed in this situation. 

“No!” he seemingly barked at you suddenly, making you tense a bit. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, running his hand over the side of your ribcage and down to your hips. You had never heard this man once apologize for anything. He looked up to you with his red eyes as he craved your touch. You cupped his cheek, clearing the tears from his right cheek with your thumb. You knew he was afraid. Shocked. Terrified. And he was asking for you. 

“I will pray for the King’s recovery, your grace.”

“Aemond…” he said softly. You were confused and he read it on your face. “When-when we’re like this. Don’t bother with the titles. I am just Aemond.” 

You nodded. 

“I will pray for the King’s recovery, Aemond.” you corrected yourself. “And that your reign may be successful.” 

She kissed the top of his head. He held her close. 

“Everything will be okay.”

He held you like that for the rest of the night. No violence. No sex. No words. Just you and him, in a moment where he could have his last bit of clarity before he had to put the mask back on and perform for everyone else in his life. He was quite thankful for you that night. Aemond wept quietly as you held the most powerful man in Westeros all throughout that night. 

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[madame-fear]

You can write headcanons about Lucerys, Jacaerys, Aemond and Aegon when is pregnant wife gets hurt (maybe she falls or bumps into something or someone)

𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒│𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— pairing : aegon targaryen ii x pregnant!reader, aemond targaryen x pregnant!reader, jacaerys velaryon x pregnant!reader, lucerys velaryon x pregnant!reader.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Aegon Targaryen II :

: ̗̀➛ Aegon would just go hysterical when he finds out you got harmed while being pregnant with his child.

: ̗̀➛ You might be the first woman he ever truly loved. The one that comforted him in every occassion, that truly understands him, supports him - and now, you are with his child. It would be too much for him if anything was to ever happen to you, or your child.

: ̗̀➛ If anyone was the cause of your injuries, being a bit hysterical, he would be absolutely ruthless. Without hesitating, he would probably just smash the persons head either against a wall, or against a table, just like he did with Lucerys when he returned to King’s Landing and they all fought.

: ̗̀➛ ^^ And saying he would only get this phsyically aggresive with the person is truly an understatement. Just expect him to make the persons life a living hell, and then he would go to you like a worried little puppy.

: ̗̀➛ Aegon could have just overreacted a little bit, as you turned out to be okay, but he can’t just act careless when something happens to you. Sweet boy would just praise you a bit too much, rambling about how worried he was. Please just hold this pathetic man in your arms and tell him you are, and will always be okay.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Aemond Targaryen :

: ̗̀➛ This boy is a bit more reserved when it comes to showing his emotions. I think Aemond would just keep a straight, stern expression even if he’s panicking on the inside.

: ̗̀➛ First things first. When he meets the maester and you in your chamber because you are getting your health checked, Aemond would surely speak to the maester first and hear what he has to say about your accident.

: ̗̀➛ You did get a bit harmed, some bruises, but nothing too serious that could potentially harm you or the child. So, you could definitely notice him release a deep huff of relief, and his body would become a bit less 'stiff'.

: ̗̀➛ Afterwards, when you finally get to be alone together, Aemond would just tell you to be more careful. Not because he thinks you’re clumsy, or because he’s scolding you - but rather, because he can’t bear the thought of losing the possibility of forming a family with you, the love of his life. Aem just cares too much, and has his own ways of showing his love.

: ̗̀➛ Either way, he will just stay by your side, comforting you for the little fright you got. Tons of kisses and smooches, plus sweet whispers of how good of a mother you will be.

: ̗̀➛ However, if someone bumped, or even worse, pushed you, fear not. Vhagar will take good care of it, without you having to even find out what happened, or worrying about anything. Do expect to have him as your little private stalker, following you around or keeping an eye on you everywhere just to make sure you will always be okay, without you knowing.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Jacaerys Velaryon :

: ̗̀➛ Jace will bomb you with questions as soon as he hears you got hurt while being pregnant. Concerned questions that... Overwhelm you a bit. Unlike Aemond, none of the two Velaryon boys would bother in hiding their worry over your health.

: ̗̀➛ Questions like: are you okay? What happened? Did you fall with something? Did someone bump into you? Are you feeling dizzy? Has a maester seen you already? What did the maester say? Is the babe alright?

: ̗̀➛ He just asks too much, to the point you can barely respond to his questions properly. But, you understand. Much like Aemond, ever since he found out you were to be parents together, he became even more overprotective of you than usual.

: ̗̀➛ Jace would immediatly take hold of your hands and sit by your side while you await for the maester to arrive, and he will attentively listen to you answering his questions.

: ̗̀➛ Of course, the babe was alright and so were you. Luckily there was no harm made. Either way, if someone bumped into you instead of you falling, Jace needs to know who it was just in case that person did it on purpose.

: ̗̀➛ ^ gods, his face would literally twitch in anger at the thought of it.

: ̗̀➛ And if someone did bump into you on purpose? Jace wouldnt be reluctant in finding them, and getting physical. But of course, after spending time by your side with a relieved, content expression on his face.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Lucerys Velaryon :

: ̗̀➛ The second Luke is informed that you hurt yourself, sweet boy would immediatly drop whatever thing he is doing just to rush to stay by your side, holding your hand and filling your face with concerned kisses.

: ̗̀➛ The idea of being the father to your children is something he can’t get enough of; so knowing you either fell/bumped into someone just leaves him at the verge of a panic attack.

: ̗̀➛ Will ask you a thousand of times if you’re okay, how are you feeling, and will also make sure to bring the best maesters to check on your and the child’s wellbeing.

: ̗̀➛ Of course, nothing bad happened. It was just a clumsy little moment, and both you and the babe are doing more than excellent. Literally, it was just a little spook.

: ̗̀➛ Either way, Lucerys will insist on staying by your side and just showering you and your precious little baby with his endless love.

: ̗̀➛ Basically, you’re his top priority. No matter what the situation was, Luke will always make sure to check on both of your wellbeing first, before having a talk about being more careful around you with whomever bumped into you (if, for example, you bumped into someone).

: ̗̀➛ Little love dragon would be EXTREMELY concerned the moment he finds out you got hurt, but oh, his face will turn into a relieved and joyful one when both of his treasures are alright. Maybe will also turn a bit more overprotective than he already is. As long as you are alright, he would pay no mind to the rest of the world. Luke would just rather stay with you, and your child. 💜💙

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Daemon x oc, where oc is alicent's 4th child and her favorite, but the oc also inherent Otto's scheming skills and so much better than him and overly can't stand rhaenrya and knows that rhaenrya likes daemon so she goes for daemon and daemon falls harder for the oc AKKKK and rhaenrya pov where she realizes that she is losing daemon to her much younger half-sister, please 🥺🫶

Half-Blood Rivalry || D. Targaryen x oc

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a/n: tysm for this request!!! anons please continue to send me requests pls!!! I hope you guys are happy for Catarina to play oc as Rhaella :) also please imagine that this takes place in ep 2. when rhaella is born is around the time daemon is banished for taking rhae to the brothel. rhaenyra hasn’t married laenor or has children yet.

The youngest child of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen was sweet Rhaella. When Rhaenyra first held the girl when she was only a babe, she had a strange feeling about her half-sister. As years went by and both girls no doubt got older, Rhaenyra could not seem to shake off the uneasy feelings she felt towards her youngest sister.

“Happy Name Day, sweet child” Alicent goes on her tippy toes to kiss her youngest and—anyone with eyes could see— favourite child. “Thank you, mother,” Rhaella kissed her cheek. It was then her father’s turn. Rhaella and Viserys had always had a complicated relationship, the two never seemed to see eye to eye, quite similar with her other siblings.

Rhaella and her siblings knew that their father didn’t favour them as much as he does with Rhaenyra. Nonetheless, Viserys was still her father and he cared for him.

“Happy name day, sister” Rhaenyra bursts through the doors of the throne room with a drunken smile. Everyone in the room stared at the platinum white haired Princess in shock. Her appearance was dishevelled and she reeked of alcohol. It was only morning.

“Are you quite alright Rhaenyra?” Alicent raises an eyebrow as she looks the Targaryen up and down. Rhaella lets out a scoff. Typical Rhaenyra. “Quite so, I wouldn’t dare miss seeing my dear sister on this special day” She raises a cup towards the younger who rolls her tongue against her cheek in annoyance.

Rhaella looks to Viserys, a wide grin on his face making her scoff. Rhaenyra somehow always seems to pull Rhaella’s buttons without even realising. In her opinion, she was a stuck up Princess that was never grateful of what was given to her.

Rhaella could not stand her older half-sister, maybe it was because of the fact that their father always placed Rhaenyra on a pedestal and could never do anything wrong in his eyes. Placing a fake smile on her pretty face, Rhaella speaks up. “Thank you Rhaenyra, your presence here means so much to me” She pops a grape in her mouth.

Otto lowly chuckles yet shakes his head lightly at his granddaughter’s tone. There was no denying that out of his four grandchildren, Rhaella too was his favourite. The young Targaryen was very much like him in many ways, even better in some aspects you could say.

There was silence at the table for a bit as they all ate, when all of a sudden, the doors once again opened. This time, Ser Harrold walked in. “Your Grace, he’s back” Was all the kingsguard said. Rhaella and her siblings stop chewing their food and look to their father.

Viserys wore a shocked face before standing up quickly and walking away. Rhaella looks to her mother in confusion as she gives her a sad look and rubs her arm. “Father, where are you going?” The young Targaryen turns in her seat as she watches him walk away. What even stung the young girl was the fact that he didn’t respond.

“Daemon’s back” Rhaenyra says to herself with wide eyes. “Don’t be silly, uncle Daemon has not returned to court in how many years?” Aegon questions as Rhaella replies, “Since I was a babe” She shrugs. “But who else would Ser Harrold have referred to? Did you see father’s face,” She humorously scoffs, “That was Daemon alright” Rhaenyra shrugs.

“Enough talk about your uncle. It is Rhaella’s name day and I want you all behaved for her birthday celebrations today” Alicent sternly speaks before continuing to eat. The Targaryen siblings all give each other one final look before going back to their meal.

-

It was the night of Rhaella's name day where a huge feast was held. Alicent demanded the celebration to be extravagant for her favourite child. You could have mistaken the event as the King's name day.

Rhaella sat beside her mother and her siblings beside her, Rhaenyra on Viserys' side. When her father stood up to announce a speech, he was interrupted by a figure walking into the throne room.

It was no one other than Daemon. Young Rhaella had not seen him all day, him showing up there was her first time seeing him really as she could not recall him when she was a born.

Of course, the Targaryen often heard stories about her uncle. He held a bad reputation and yet everytime anyone would speak of him, Rhaella always found herself wanting to hear more about her uncle.

He sauntered in with a smirk on his face. "Brother, I thought you weren't going to come" Viserys puts a smile on his face as Daemon stands in front of the table, his hands clasped together. Rhaella could have sworn she saw a glint of mischievous in his eyes.

She looks up towards her father, than to her half-sister. Rhaenyra had a look on her face that Rhaella couldn't quite fathom out. "And miss my dear nieces' birthday celebration? How could I do that to Rhaenrya" Alicent gasps in disbelief and Aemond chuckles under his breath, a kick under the table from Otto shut him up.

"I think your mistaken dear uncle, it is not Rhaenyra you should be wishing a happy birthday, but me," Rhaella irked, crossing her arms. Daemon's eyes move to her. She watched him study her before a grin makes it to his lips. "Apologies...." He trails off, "Rhaella." "My brother failed to mention which niece of mine was celebrating. After all, I have little memory of his children before I left."

Rhaella nods her head politely, he was offered a seat at the end of the table near Rhaenyra. She couldn't help but notice her half-sisters' wanting eyes to Daemon. The young Targaryen knew of what had happened when she was born. In terms of Daemon and Rhaenyra.

But she did not expect her to still long for her uncle, after all, Daemon was gone for nearly 20 years. The whole time as they all feasted, Rhaella felt eyes burning into her and everytime she looked, Daemon shamelessly stares with a smirk on his face.

"I think I would like to dance," Rhaella says before standing up and making her way to her sworn knight, Ser Harwin. "A dance Ser Harwin?" The princess looks up at him with a smile. "It is my pleasure, princess" He smiles back as they start to dance, not knowing a certain Targaryen's eyes were fixated on the two the entire time.

"Your daughter is quite pleasing to look at, Alicent" Daemon chuckles to himself, his eyes still not leaving Rhaella. Alicent nearly choked on her drink as she glares at him. "My sister is nearly half my age uncle!" Rhaenyra laughs.

"Mhm, a shame indeed" He mutters as he taps his fingers on the table. Rhaenyra stares at her uncle in disbelief. The princess opens her mouth but shuts it again when Daemon stands up and makes his way through the crowd to where Rhaella and Ser Harwin were dancing.

"Might I have this dance, princess?" Daemon whispers against her ears as she breathed heavily from dancing. Rhaella gives a small nod to Harwin as he backs off and now dances with Daemon. "You know, you've grown quite alot," He starts off. "Thank you for pointing the obvious uncle," She rolls her eyes playfully, "Into such a, beautiful woman" Daemon finishes.

Rhaella smiles, "Thank you, I assume-" She was cut off by Rhaenyra who taps her shoulder, "Can I steal our dear uncle, sister?" She questions as she doesn't even bother looking at Rhaella, only Dameon.

The young Targaryen looks between the two before nodding her head. She walks away not before locking eyes with her uncle before his gaze floats back to Rhaenyra. "Did you just get told to bugger off, sister?" Aegon laughs as Rhaella approaches the table and smacks his head. "Ow!" He groans, rubbing his head. Alicent shoots a look to the eldest.

"I believe our dear Rhaenyra is still infatuated with Daemon" Rhaella tilts her head. "Not surprised, the way she was eyeing him the whole time, I thought she'd eat uncle on the spot" Halaena says concerned as Rhaella and her brothers laughed loudly. Deep down, Rhaella couldn't push aside a strange feeling as she watched her sister and her uncle dancing and laughing together.

-

“Do you jest, sister?” Rhaella’s mouth hangs open at Rhaenyra’s idea that she had created in her head. “What? Daemon and I are made for each other. We have blood of the dragons coursing through us. Not to forget, he wanted me before he was banished by Father” She paces back and forth in her room.

The young Targaryen only blinked a few times before laughing. Rhaenyra glares at her younger sister. “S-sorry,” Rhaella wipes the tears that escaped from laughter, “Do you still think uncle longs for you? Forgive me for saying this Rhaenyra, but you are no longer a maiden.” Rhaella tilts her head.

“Daemon might have lusted over you at one point but yet again, he did take you to that brothel and just left you there. And now he’s back after what? twenty years and you still think he has his eyes on you?” Rhaella’s jabs stung the elder. Her words were like knives to her heart.

“And what do you suppose? That he’s got eyes for you now?” Rhaenyra raises an eyebrow at the younger. A small smirk forms on Rhaella’s lips, “Time will tell” “Don’t tell me you like Daemon, Rhaella. You just practically met him!” Rhaenyra’s voice loudens. To piss her even more, Rhaella simply shrugged with a playful smile.

“Daemon would make a dutiful Husband wouldn’t he? All that experience and….. well you know. Plus, mother has been pestering me about marriage. What better way to honour her wishes of me staying close to home then marrying our deal uncle?” Rhaenyra scoffs at her half-sister. “Daemon will never want you, you wouldn’t even dare to approach him with those silly intentions-“

Rhaella stands up and storms to her older, and still slightly taller, sister. “Watch me dear sister. Watch me marry Daemon in our old valyrian ways and bear his children. Watch me live a life you only ever got to dream of.” She calmy says yet still, venom laced her words.

Rhaenyra stood still in shock at her sister’s words before opening her mouth, “You are a horrid person.” She said through gritted teeth. Rhaella only wickedly smiles before turning around and walking off. As soon as the door slammed shut, Rhaenyra grabbed the closest object which was a vase and aimed it at the door, shards flying everywhere.

Rhaella stood outside the door with a proud smirk on her face. It was finally time to put her older sister into her own place. She walked through the hallways of her home before she bumped into something hard. “Watch where-“ Rhaella shuts her mouth as she’s met with his figure. “you’re going..” She trails as he smiles at her.

“Rhaenyra is still in her bedchambers” She mumbles massaging her head. Before she could move to the side to leave, he takes ahold of her forearm. “It is not your sister I wish to see but you, princess”

“What could you possibly want to see me for, uncle?” She spoke, her arms folded and her head slightly tilted. “Am I not allowed to spend some time with my niece? After all, I know nothing of you” He says, his eyes wandering nowhere near her face.

Rhaella smirked. She hummed before replying. “I’ve always wanted to her your stories come from you, and more possibly-“ She was cut off by him, “You’ve heard about me and my stories?” He questions.

Rhaella playfully rolls her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself uncle, your stories are the only entertaining thing to listen to around here” She chuckles. Daemon laughs, “Might you like to accompany Caraxes and I for a ride?” He suggests with smug smile.

~

1 month later…

“Where’s Daemon and Rhaella?” Rhaenyra looks around the table noticing their absent once again at the breakfast table. “Didn’t you hear, sister? Daemon’s taking Rhaella to Dragonstone today for a few months” Halaena says with a sweet smile as Rhaenyra’s jaw hangs open.

“D-Daemon’s taking Rhaella away? To Dragonstone?” She stutters as she processes what was happening. Dragonstone was supposed to be for her and Daemons. Not Rhaellas’.

“Why hasn’t anyone thought to tell me this?” She bangs her hand on the table in frustration. “I didn’t think it would concern you Princess, The Prince and Princess simply want to get to know each other more” Alicent speaks up.

“Get to know each other more? I don’t see why they can’t do that here, why must they be at Dragonstone. Father! Did you approve of this?” She looks to Viserys in disbelief. “My child, these are Daemon’s wishes. And besides, it is finally time that Rhaella chooses a Husband”

“A husband.” The princess scoffs as everyone on the table watch her, anticipating what was going to happen next. “I wanted Daemon to be my husband at her age and what did you do?! You banished him! Why does my whore of a sister get to do what ever she pleases!” Rhaenyra stands up in her seat as does Alicent. They could have sworn they saw steam leave her ears.

“How dare you call your sister that!” Viserys too stands up and hits his hand on the table loudly. “Rhaella is of age and you were not. You were the heir at the time and choosing Daemon as King consort? The realm would have been up in flames by now! My daughter. Your sister! Needs a husband sooner than later. Daemon is content with his position. Those twenty years where ever he was did him some good. Rhaella needs someone like him to confide to”

Viserys sits back down with a sigh, Rhaenyra only stood there in disbelief, shock and hatred for her half sister. Without uttering another word, she excused herself from the table and left. “She’s lost her mind” Alicent shakes her head.

Rhaenyra stormed out of the castle and into the dragon pit. She immediately paused as she witnessed Rhaella and Daemon in each other’s arms as they pat Caraxes. Rhaenyra was never able to do that the blood wyrm, he just never seemed to accept her. But Rhaella on the other hand.

Before she was could storm closer to the two a voice stops her. “Depriving your own sister of happiness?” Otto tempts her, “Just look at how happy they look with each other. I’ve never seen Daemon smile so much, have you?”

“He smiled plenty with me before” She mutters. “Ah there it is, before.” Rhaenyra glares at Otto. “Before he liked you, now he wishes to runaway with my granddaughter and marry her.” “H-he’s not marrying her” She chuckles to herself.

“Oh but he is my dear, he even asked for the King and Queen’s blessing. Your sister, much more youthful, smarter-“ “What are you trying to do?” The princess says desperately, “Stay away from them. Your sister is perfect for him and deserves happiness. Don’t let that childish dream of yours get into the road of them being happy. He’s obviously moved on and so should you Princess” Otto sternly speaks as the two of them look to the couple.

“I lost him once. Now I just lost him again,” The Princess shed a tear as she watched her half-sister get everything she ever hoped and dreamed of.

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[lady-phasma]

Please tell me all about Aemond’s whispy, silver pubes and spare no detail.

Does he manscape?

Is it a light dusting or full 70s bush down there?

Does he have a hairy asshole or no? (Hairs around your ring piece count as pubes, this isn’t a butt ask, shut up)

I literally wheezed with laughter when I read this! It is so a butt ask!

I'm okay with it. I would be delighted to tell you about his delicate silver curls. They start softly and sparingly just below his belly button and get thicker just a few inches above his monster cock.

He doesn't manscape but he is clean and is as fastidious about this hair as he is about his glorious silver mane.

It's thick and full but not a 70s bush (as you so eloquently put it) because his Targaryen hair is, as you also said, whispy. I agree. There's enough to rake your fingers through as you wrap your hand around the base of his dick. The curls range from deep silver to white as they catch the light and contrast beautifully with the pale skin of his lower belly and the deep, dark pink of his cock. The hair on his balls is fine and soft and barely visible since it's so white.

He definitely has hair on his asshole but it's more like that on his balls: soft, pale, short. It's delicate enough to not be problematic for roving fingers or exploring tongues. Which makes me think to add that he would have baby-fine blond hair on those perfect ass cheeks. Is it going to far to say that he has that small patch of hair on his lower back, just above his ass, that's as silver as the rest and barely noticeable until you're playing with his ass? Those aren't technically pubes so maybe I strayed off the ask a bit.

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