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[theold-ultraviolence]

Patch

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aemond and you come across a one-eyed puppy at the farmer's market. // Words: 1k// A/N: Besties, this is just pure self-indulgent, tooth-rotting fluff. Listen, I know I have many wips, but it's been raining like crazy and I've had this soft scenario in my head for days. Hope this isn't too OC lol.

The light drizzle falling outside your window was the perfect excuse for you and Aemond to stay the whole Sunday in bed. Your partner was just too warm and comfy, with his long limbs tangled around you under the covers.   

Plus, he’d never been one to turn down an offer to stay in bed – being the major home-body that he is – which is why it’s beyond you, why he gets up from the bed and shakes you insistently, urging you to get dressed so you could carry on with your regular weekend plans of going down to the farmer’s market for breakfast.

He throws your coat on the bed while you sit there rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, before reluctantly doing as he wishes.  

Although you couldn’t really complain, when the rain also gives you the chance stay close to him under the black umbrella that he holds in one hand, while his other is tightly linked with yours, walking through the endless booths and tents of the market.

He’d gotten you parfaits with fruit before indulging in a couple of croissants that were all the right kinds of buttery and fluffy, with hot drinks to warm up from the cold weather. 

Whatever resistance you’d had completely washed away, much like the dirt on the cobblestone paths thanks to the rain that was now beginning to subside. 

With your full bellies and content hearts, you keep wandering around, arm in arm, when suddenly something makes Aemond halt in his step. 

First thing you register is a bout of barking, turning to find a puppy biting Aemond’s ankle before standing on his hind legs to rest paw at Aemond’s pants.

The puppy barks and barks and jumps like an unstoppable ball of energy all over Aemond, making him all flustered and frozen for the sudden attention – before he kneels down, chuckling as the puppy immediately attacks Aemond’s face with kisses. 

An old man sitting on the sidewalk laughs at the sight; he’s in a heavy raincoat, sitting with a cardboard box of puppies by his side.

“This is the first time he’s ever run up to someone!” He calls to you both with a gruff voice. “He normally recoils from strangers and is so quiet. I’ve never seen that little fella this excited.” 

Aemond chuckles while trying not to fall back from how aggressive the puppy is with his affections – he scoops his small body up in his arms and rocks him as if he was a little baby – and that’s when he notices.

His heart sinks at the sight of the puppy’s missing eye – the same one that Aemond lacked, and that he covered with an eyepatch.    

You realize just a second later, heart forming a tight fist within your chest.

The puppy’s got the face of a little angel, looking up at Aemond as if he was his whole world, with his big, glistening black eye and his tongue out. His fur is short, but so soft looking and a little bit curly, and is the color of salt and pepper – race unknown. 

 “What happened to him?” You ask the man, as you kneel beside Aemond and the pup. 

“I found him and the rest of the pups abandoned in an alley. It was his crying that got my attention in the first place. I took him and his siblings to the vet but it was too late for the little one. The rest are a lively group but him – he’s always been really quiet. Doesn’t like playing with the rest and gets anxious around strangers.” 

A hopeful smile rises in the man’s lips when he sees just how loving the puppy is being with Aemond. 

Aemond merely smirks back shyly, before looking back down at the tiny baby in his arms, who’s paws were wiggling up in the air as if he was running, with his tongue out as if he was grinning with glee from Aemond scratching his tummy.

“Yes, I think I can relate to this one.” He murmurs a little brokenly, but only you can hear the change of pitch in his tone. 

When he’d confided the story of his own missing eye to you, you’d embraced him tightly, and had carefully kissed the scar that now traversed his left cheek.

All his life he’d been heavily bullied by his own family. His brother and cousins teased him about an array of mindless things that you could never comprehend, and at last, when he got the courage to defend himself, he’d been hurt. Pushed down to the gravel by his young nephew Luke, face landing right on a spiky rock as he fell. 

It’s part of the reason why he’s so quiet and reserved. Why his trust isn't given easily.

When you’d first met him in college  – you’d been instantly attracted to him, no doubt, but you couldn’t deny how intimidating he was. Soon you realized that he was simply desperate for affection, without a clue as to how to ask for it, or give it. But with consistency, time, a lot of patience and even more love and devotion, you’d found out just what an enormous heart Aemond had locked away within him, and you considered yourself immensely fortunate to be the one to care for it. 

With an arm around Aemond, you ask the man “Are they up for adoption?” to which he nods. “How much for him?” 

The owner shakes his head, brows furrowing earnestly as he looks up at the young pup, “Nothing at all. I just ask that he gets taken care of properly, gets his shots at the vet and goes to a loving home. I’d love to be sent photos to see how the little one is doing.” 

He gazes at the three of you with nothing but heartfelt gratitude pouring from his eyes, as he stands up to go kneel beside Aemond, and give the puppy one final pet. 

“Does he have a name?” Aemond asks – smiling as the pup clings to his shoulders, vigorously licking his cheeks and neck and nose, every lasting inch of Aemond’s face that he can reach. 

“Nah, not yet. But I call him Patch because of the little tuft of black hair that he has on the spot of his missing eye. Looks like an eye-patch.”

The three of you chuckle, and Aemond leans back to look at his new son, with his thumbs caressing the puppy’s cheeks and ears lovingly.  

“Patch.” Aemond softly repeats to himself, testing the name on his tongue and making the puppy bark enthusiastically. 

“You think he’ll get along with Vaghar?” You ask, referring to Aemond’s great dane. An old lady that had been with him ever since his accident – who’d been his one and only friend until you came into the picture. 

Aemond's face illuminates with a smile so big and bright like you’d never seen before on – the kind of smile that reveals those handsome dimples on his face that are otherwise hidden. “She was the only one to comfort me back then, I don’t think she’ll have a problem with Patch. After all, this little one and I are alike in many ways, it would seem.” 

The sound of Aemond’s laughter is one you want to keep forever, as he stands up, bringing Patch up in his arms and giving him a kiss on his delicate head. 

You thank the man on behalf of the two of you, then exchange phone numbers to keep in touch and send him updates on the puppy. 

Later that night, when the three of you are cuddled up in bed watching a movie whilst Vaghar slept in her own bed downstairs, you realized that maybe this was fated all along. You were meant to carry out your Sunday plans, regardless of a little rain. 

For Aemond was meant to cross paths with a little angel of his own, in the form of a loving puppy to keep softening up all of his hard edges. 

And rainy days, from now on, it wouldn't ever be gray and daunting as long as you had your very own patch of sunshine to keep you company.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #modern!aemond #gender neutral reader #hotd #house of the dragon #reader insert fanfiction #my writing #ewan mitchell

[dracodazaii]

ok ive just had another thought from bingewatching ppls reactions to hotd to get a quick recap

ive heard TB stans blame aemond for losing control of vhagar in a way like “he cant control her cos of his weakened blood” and “his connection to dragons is sullied by hightower blood” but i literally just rewatched that scene and arrax literally sets vhagars face on fire like no wonder granny vhagar gets pissed and eats them 😭

ik luces dragon is a baby and its is kinda understandable that it doesnt completely follow his command but using TB’s explanation for aemond, then luces blood is “sullied” by his strong blood making his dragon-bond weak

every team is so obsessed w blood when that’s honestly not that important in connection the dragons (like dany has prob like 10% targ blood and its only a problem whens its miniscule amounts like w quentyn martell)

my full interpretation of this is now believing that arrax was just a baby reacting to getting chased by a literal HUMONGOUS dragon and vhagar was valid to react that way because she got fired sprayed in her face so ofc shes gonna fight back. tbh i don’t believe the connection to dragons (in regard to the riders) is that important in what happened because theyre just beings that reacted naturally to what was occuring and they have no knowledge westerosi belief in laws and taboos, so why would vhagar even care that shes killed her riders nephew and a baby dragon

#hotd #asoiaf #game of thrones #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #lucerys velaryon #team neutral #team black #team green

[midnightcrw]

Masterlist

Simon Ghost Riley

Series:

Running away / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

One-shot:

Dad!Ghost

Glasses

Sunflower

Tea party

Math Homework

Attached to her dad

Mama's Boy

Crying

Sibling

Teething

Cheating boyfriend

New Boyfriend

Crawling for the first time

Awake

Ghost x Reader:

Bath

Intimacy

Driving

Breathless

Playfight

Mission

Baby making

Pregnancy Risk

Mood swings, cravings, and breakdowns

Stubborn

Back home

Rest

Epidural

TF141

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Fight 1

Babysitting Daisy

König

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Fight 2

Aemond Targaryen

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Revenge

Leon Kennedy

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Mission

Alastor

Series:

None for now

One-shot:

Provocative / Part 2 / Part 3

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: I didn’t specify if reader was Targaryen, but reader is of the blood of Old Valyria as they have their own dragon. 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ  

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Your wedding was a traditional one, from Old Valyria. The sharing of blood (cut each other’s lips with a fine blade of dragonglass), the drinking of special wine. 

・You both wore the traditional wedding gowns of Old Valyria; white tinged with red that blended to the bodice 

・Rhaenyra knew she was going to marry you the moment you met. But you did not have the same opinion of her. You thought she was haughty and much too hot-headed. 

・And yet, over time you got to know her. You got to know the real Rhaenyra. 

・Your relationship started as a best friends with benefits. It was a secret; sneaking into one another’s rooms and trying not to get caught in the mornings.

・No one was supposed to know but some started to figure it out - Rhaenyra still had the mindset that she was royalty and nothing bad could happen to her. It was an arrogance that Alicent was right about - but every royal has it.

・It wasn’t until you had been sent home that Rhaenyra changed

・In those years you were gone, and where you found Silverwing, Rhaenyra cut a deal with her father.

・Since you had bonded with the mighty and gracious Silvering, the King saw you in a different light. But all he wanted was the best for his daughter. 

・With you having your own dragon, the beautiful mount Silverwing, who was originally bonded to the Good Queen Alysanne. She was known as one of the greatest Targaryen Queens ever to exist and brought about a lot of good change, specifically for women in Westeros. 

・For you to have bonded with Silverwing, she had to see you as worthy. Very worthy. And as a person who was destined for greatness. 

・So, the King knew this as well. Viserys understood how important it was that he keep you close to the council. Because this solidified the fact that you were going to do amazing things. 

・And that meant he had to physically have you close as well. 

・He allowed you back into King’s Landing, to Dragonstone, to anywhere near his daughter

・And your relationship grew.  

・So much so that you had a hidden wedding on Dragonstone, where Viserys named Rhaenyra, Princess of Dragonstone (a great honour). Which gave you a whole castle to do as you pleased. 

・Including secretly getting married. 

・You adore her hair. The length, the colour, the braids the servants create. You got a particularly skilled servant to teach you how to do them

・And then you surprised Rhaenyra by brushing and braiding her hair the next day. She was so happy that she couldn’t stop smiling. 

・You have your own cute relationship with Syrax. Although it’s forbidden for bonded dragon riders to ride other dragons, that doesn’t mean you can’t form a connection with another dragon. 

・Sassy, fierce but affectionate - that’s how you see Syrax.

・And since Silverwing was such an open-minded, gracious and kind dragon (the kindest one there ever was), she never minds when you talk to Syrax

・You never liked the thought of keeping Silverwing in the Dragonpit whenever you visited King’s Landing. But Rhaenyra promised you that nothing would happen. (Not that she couldn’t take care of herself, but you didn’t like knowing that men with pointy spears might hurt her)

・You had a strong bond with your dragon, and it was almost like whenever one of you got hurt, the other could feel it. You wondered if Good Queen Alysanne felt it as well?

𝑰𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆/𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈:

・Then your marriage between Rhaenyra and yourself is hidden

・Everyone thinks you’re just really good friends 

・And Alicent was very jealous of the relationship between the two of you. It’s what she wanted. 

・So the tension between the Blacks and the Greens grew even more (while you were away - you had been gone a long time. 10 years, and in those years Rhaenyra had her sons with Harwin)

・Laenor knew of your relationship and was happy to play along as the husband in official events 

・You have a different relationship with each of Rhaenyra’s sons. With Jace, it’s a tad stiff, since he’s caught on to the truth. But you’ve asked him if he wanted to meet Silverwing and have a fly with you. The first few times he denied, and Rhaenyra was so upset. 

・But after making him laugh and standing up for him in front of his cousins, he grew warmer to you. 

・And then he agreed and it solidified your relationship with Jace as protector. 

・With Luke, that boy was the sweetest thing to ever exist. He brought both you and Rhaenyra flowers. And often asked to see Silverwing. Even though all three boys had dragons of their own, none were trained like yours. Who was absolutely brilliant with other people. 

・Silverwing is actually a very social dragon and loves to be in conversations and to be doted over. 

・Oh and she absolutely adores being petted, to the point that she has a favourite spot to be rubbed. 

・And little Joffrey, oh he was so young when you first met him. He sees you already as another mother, even if you haven’t said to think of you as that. 

・You had said to the boys - I will always be there for you. I will protect you no matter what, and whatever problems you have, you can come to me. 

𝑰𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆/𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈:

・Then as the same as above, when you were sent away, it was for a long long time. 

・Rhaenyra had her three boys with Harwin, but his place was effectively taken by you when he died. 

・You weren’t like Criston Cole, where you had to have a true marriage to Rhaenyra. You were happy being her ... side piece. 

・But Laenor could see how happy Rhaenyra was with you, how you two would be the perfect King and Queen of Westeros. 

・So, he asked Rhaenyra to help him run away with his lover and make it look like he had been killed. 

・She agreed, only because she loved you so much. 

・When you had heard, you were shocked. Shocked that you weren’t consulted or included. That they had lied to you. 

     “I’m telling you now, though!” 

“But you were sneaking behind my back. And now your aunt has no children!” 

・It took a few days but you forgave her. Only because you realised how far she would go to have you. As her King. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Give Me All Your Love by Alabama Shakes

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You say to Rhaenyra) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (She replies back)

Two damaged, vulnerable people, swearing to each other no matter what 

Accidental confession during heat of the moment/fight.

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆  

Undying Loyalty

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞 no one under 18 read past this point!

・Your wedding night was like any other - you had been entranced with each other from the very first time you met. 

・Secretly meeting in each other’s bedrooms since you were 18, you knew one another’s bodies well. 

・You knew what the other liked, what names you liked to be called and how you lusted to be touched 

・Rhaenyra liked to be both dominant and submissive; letting you take control, biting her neck as she rode you, doing what she was told, waiting for your commands. 

・And other times she liked to pull your hair and hear her name shouted from your mouth 

・She loves to rut against your body, any part of your body. Especially if you’ve been in a fight, and she wants to make it up to you or wants you to make it up to her. 

・Rhaenyra loves her nipples played with - especially them being sucked and nibbled on. She has the most glorious pink, puffy breasts that you day dream about often. 

・They’re the same colour as her lips, as well as her cunt. On some days you’ll back her against the wall in your bedrooms and widen her legs and pull up her dress

・Once your mouth connects with her sex, she melts and all the worries fade away

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[lady-phasma]

The Eve of Battle

As Aemond readies himself to go to war you have a quiet moment with him, preparing his hair for battle.

Aemond x gender neutral!reader

Fluff and hair braiding. Soft Aemond with feelings and he talks about them! What? I know right! General audiences. 1k words

You sat behind him on on the high bed. You could only have full access to his hair like this, him on a stool, his long legs stretched out toward the wall, crossed at the ankles. You passed the comb through his hair a few times to pave the way for your fingers.

At first neither of you spoke as he settled his bare shoulders between your thighs, one hand resting lightly on your shin. His other hand fidgeted by his side. He exhaled as your fingers gathered the stray hairs from his forehead. Your fingers grazed over his scar. He stiffened momentarily then relaxed back against your legs.

You parted his hair horizontally from ear to ear. His silky hair flowed around your fingers. You separated the locks for the plait. As you smoothed it against his head you started the braid just a bit lower on the crown of his head than most Targaryen braids. The band for his eye patch had to be flush against his head until he took it off. 

When your fingers began their first strokes of the braid, this part tighter than the rest, you murmured a question to him. You knew each other well enough by now that he understood he didn’t have to answer you when your questions were too intimate. And you didn’t take offense. He would answer very rarely at the time and a few times he had answered many days later letting his mind turn his answer over and over. 

“Will you come back to me?” you whispered as your finger slid behind his ear passing the locks to your other hand. 

“Mmmm.” It wasn’t an answer, he was thinking. His fingers on your leg tightened. You focused on the style of the traditional braiding while he thought. You placed a small leather cord in your lips and separated the very top portion of his hair. You gently tied the leather cord at the base. You let it fall to the side over the back of your hand. The silver shone in the candlelight. The next part of the braid began just underneath. You selected three pieces and smoothed them apart. Before you began you placed another cord between your lips. 

Aemond made a small noise, almost a sigh.

“Yes,” he spoke quietly. “When I pray to the Warrior and the Stranger that is one of my prayers.”

Your hands stilled at this reply. Not because you were surprised at the answer but that he answered at all. That was when you understood how truly afraid he was. You pressed your legs tighter against his sides. He moved his arm to rest on your knee, accommodating your closeness. You hummed acknowledgment but dared not speak. You resumed your braiding.

“I hope they are kind but their wisdom far exceeds mine, my love. They will not do what we ask solely because we ask it.” You let your fingers brush over the soft skin behind his ear as the braid moved between your hands. You let them linger only long enough to let him know you were listening. You slowed your ministrations to draw out your time together. 

Aemond took a breath and shifted on the stool. He was careful to not move his head. He uncrossed his legs, switching them, and crossing his ankles again. His other hand smoothed his pants on his thigh. You watched as his arm relaxed onto your knee but the fingers of that hand moved across his thumb in an absent, nervous way. You took the cord from your mouth with a free hand.

“When I pray it is for the realm and peace but also to have that peace come swiftly so you return to King’s Landing,” you responded. The braid was becoming smaller as you neared the end. “I wish I could pray for you to never leave. The Crone guides me, gives me hope that wisdom will prevail for those who make the decisions to go to war,” your voice became quieter. “And she gives me hope that you are able to persevere in spite of your fear.” At these words he did sigh. 

You leaned back slightly to make room for the length of his braid between you. Instinctively, for balance, you rested your foot against his thigh. Aemond surprised you by sliding the hand from his thigh along your foot to your calf and guided your leg to curl around him. It was awkward at first but when you finished checking that the braid was straight and sat straight once more it felt like your leg was made to fit against him. 

You wrapped the leather cord around the small end of the braid a number of times before tying it off. You ran your fingers through the loose hair under the braid, smoothing it over his neck and shoulders. As your fingertips grazed his neck he grabbed your leg and pulled it close as he had done with the other. 

Your eyes widened at this uncharacteristic action but enjoyed it immensely. With both hands you gathered the loose hair to the back of his neck, hands now purposefully touching his naked shoulders. Then you straighten the braid in the center, checking your work for stray strands. Lastly, you removed the cord from the separate piece gathered from above his ears. You smoothed it again, centered it above his plait, and tied it again, lower to over the beginning of the braiding. 

“Were I to pray now, I would pray that I not leave you even for a moment,” he whispered. His hands smoothed over your shins as he spoke. 

You laid the hair down over the braid and smoothed the finished work from his forehead to his back. You leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. Your chest pressed against his back. When you relaxed back he let himself sink against you. Careful not to disturb your hard work you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brushed your cheek against his. You briefly kissed his scar then rested your cheeks together. 

I have another Aemond x gn!reader short fic here

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[divine-donna]

Hi can I request headcanons for HOTD where they fall into their crush’s breast and what would their reactions be?

hi! of course you may. some of these might sound a little awkward? mostly because i feel like most of the characters would be a little more graceful. so for some of them it's not exactly falling and more like leaning into.

ser criston cole

ser criston was a man of grace. or so he would like to believe. in truth, he was a bit clumsy outside of battle. after all, the feet needed for battle was much different than the feet needed for dancing. today was a festival for the mother, a very important day for people who worshipped the seven. but it was especially important considering queen alicent’s ascension into unofficial power, acting in accordance to her husband. she was, after all, the mother of the realm. you invited ser criston to dance with you, which he found unacceptable. but alicent insisted he take the night off, have some fun. there were other kingsguard to make sure she was safe. and when he danced with you, he fumbled a bit. and somehow, after tripping over his own feet, he lands in your chest. you’ve never seen a man get so embarrassed and red, as if he was already drunk. he apologized profusely afterwards for his...accident, we’ll say.

“i...i am so sorry. my apologies (y/n). i didn’t mean to be...indecent. i greatly respect you and it was not my intention.”

daemon targaryen

daemon��s tired and exhausted after a long day of work. so when he comes to visit you in your room, you’re surprised to hear him say that he doesn’t want anything. things were not going his way and he placed a heftier pouch of coins than usual, telling you he just wanted your presence. you sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he strips down to his undershirt. and then, he approaches you, falling into your chest face first. you ask if he’s comfortable and he lets out a muffled response, which you interpretted as my brother is a thorn in my side. of course, daemon’s liked you for some time now. but he doesn’t feel anything but peace when he lays on you. he just sits there, basking in the comfort of your presence.

“my brother aims to be rid of me. but i see those men for who they truly are, especially the hand. alas, i do not want to talk politics. your chest is almost too comfortable.”

rhaenyra targaryen

not many people would choose to ride with the princess. but syrax was now big enough to fit two people and of course, rhaenyra asks you to ride with her. as someone sworn to protect her (secretly, of course, an oath you swore to queen aemma during her final days), you agreed to go with her. considering that you were the more sturdy of the two of you, you sat behind rhaenyra. syrax ascended into the sky and naturally, she leans back into you. but you fail to notice the way her cheeks dust pink, how she realizes that beneath her head at the moment is your chest. it’s almost too embarrassing for her, to be nestled between the chest of someone she cared about on a romantic level. by the time syrax levels out, she’s quiet with embarrassment which is unusual.

“i’m. ahem. i’m just fine (y/n). it’s a bit chillier up here than usual, which is to be expected since the seasons have begun to shift.”

alicent hightower

pregnancy was exhausting. of course it would be! her body was changing, organs being crushed against one another, her own bones being taken by her child. alicent just needed to lay down. she had been walking all day, somehow, without rest for her sore feet and aching muscles. she found you reading at the godswood, studying for your exam most likely. and she approaches you, asking about your day. of course, you’re taken by surprise. the queen after all is asking for you. she’s always asking for you it seems and you were blind to the fact that she desired you, wanted you. of course, her father’s agenda would not let her pursue you outside of secret meetings and subtle hints (which you did not get). seeing how lethargic she looked, you offered her to lay on you, as a buffer between her body and the rough wood. she was all too eager to take it, sitting down between your legs and laying back. it wasn’t until a few minutes later did she realize just where she had laid her head.

“i am perfectly fine (y/n)! thank you for your concern. i am just...tired. aegon is a boy with too much energy and i cannot keep up in this state.”

aegon targaryen

it’s not unlike him to be drunkenly wandering the red keep late into the hour. most people tend to shrug the prince off since this was common place. but you were surprised to see him open the door to your room and shut it behind him. aegon has this wide grin on his face. it wasn’t the sadistic kind of grin that you were used to seeing from him, but kind of...sad? and lovelorn. he mutters something as he crawls onto the bed and hugs you, burying his face deep within your chest. you let out a small sigh and run your fingers through his hair, letting him mumble to himself and fall asleep. he doesn’t even have a reaction in the morning when he wakes up, still in the same place. all he knows is that he likes you.

“the duties expected of a prince are too much. i wish to run away and drink only wine and ale and eat only bread. a life of luxury.”

aemond targaryen

you were very much a fighter. it was for that reason that aemond became obsessed with you. he wanted to best you in combat since he was a young boy. you always seemed to beat him. not this time. he has surpassed your skill level. and to be fair, the last time you saw him was years ago after his scar had finally healed up. he was a handsome young man and he had an obsession with you that reached deeper than just merely besting you. there had been rumors that you were to be with his older siblings (helaena or aegon, the details were fuzzy). and helaena quickly deduced from the way he talked about you that he was smitten. she teased him lightly of course and he denied it. but he couldn’t deny it that afternoon when he finally bested you, having you pinned to the ground and the side of a dagger pressing lightly against your skin. yield. is what he said before being kicked down. and falling into your chest. not squarely in the middle, a bit above it. but he feels it nonetheless and never have you seen a man move so quickly, getting off of you to throw something at his brother.

“helaena, it was a disaster. after all these years, i finally best (y/n) only for aegon to come ruin the moment. what do i do? what if (y/n) thinks i’m indecent and not a proper man?”

helaena targaryen

helaena just needed to reach for something that happened to be above you. she was conducting her own research and needed a book to refer to. you just happened to be there and she had already started reaching, getting on her tippy toes. it was then she leaned forward a bit too much and placing her face in your chest. you fail to notice how flustered she gets, only turning your head slightly to reach up and get the book she needed. thank the gods you were oblivious. she would probably collapse from embarrassment if she knew you saw how red she was.

“i am not sick aemond! i am healthy. something...happened in the library. with (y/n). and before you get angry and jump to conclusions, please let me explain.”

jacaerys velaryon

you have been seeing the prince for a while now. being on dragonstone was still surreal to you. nevertheless, the two of you spent a lot of time at the beaches of dragonstone, soaking in each other’s presence and enjoying each other’s banter. but you failed to notice the inkling of attraction developing in jace’s eyes whenever he looked at you. he always looked forward to seeing you. what happened was so sudden: he just tripped over something and you caught him, his face buried in your chest. his ears went bright red and you figured it was because jace, usually light on his feet, managed to trip over nothing (perhaps your own habits were rubbing off onto him). he apologizes afterwards and his ears deepen in color at your light teasing.

“it’s...it’s not that funny! someone could witness us and think the wrong thing!....of course i do not care what others think! i just worry...for you.”

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd headcanons #ser criston #aemond targaryen #aegon the usurper #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #helaena targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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what do you think could have been some ripple effects if the dance was somehow delayed by 7 years? what do you think the ripple effects could have been in favour of/against the greens as well as the blacks?

I admit to jumping the queue in my ask box for this question because it's really interesting!

The first thing that comes to mind is that Lord Corlys would almost certainly be dead. This, I think, is the biggest factor. He dies in canon only 3 years after Viserys and he's 79 at that point, so I'm going to assume he would have died around that age regardless. So if Corlys dies, there might legitimately be a Driftmark succession crisis before there's one for the Iron Throne. Now Lucerys presumably has the support of his family and can probably win any conflict, but at what cost? It's also true that this could give the realm a preview of what might happen were Jace to attempt to succeed Rhaenyra to the Iron Throne. And that's if Luke remains the undisputed heir after taking the Driftwood Throne, which I don't necessarily think is a given. Luke is inexperienced and the men of the fleet are going to resent him. At the end of the Dance the other side of the Velaryon family tried to overthrow Alyn, but he and Baela managed to reconcile with them, but with Luke? I think there's a chance that most of Corlys' fleet defects to the greens the moment Viserys dies.

Over on the green side, Aegon's kids are older and that's two more potential dragonriders in Jaehaera and Jaehaerys. Both Sunfyre and Tessarion would be larger too. Daeron and Aemond have almost certainly made marriages of their own, or at least betrothals, with brides to be married as soon as Viserys died.

There are also a lot of wild cards, like Daemon. In 7 years his sons are in their late teens and it might be harder to watch Jace inherit over them when they're promising young men than when they're little kids. How likely is he to get bored and shit stir? How likely is it that things have soured between him and Rhaenyra? Does Jeyne Arryn still die in 134? If so, the Vale is facing it's own succession crisis at that point. Does the Winter Fever still hit at the same time? The demographic that seems most affected by that seems to be people in their 30s-50s, so do Daemon, Rhaenyra, Alicent, Otto, all survive it?

I think that overall things do not look as good seven years down the line for the black faction. There are a lot of problems festering with their allies that have simply not come to a head yet when the Dance breaks out in canon. On the other hand, the greens have 7 more years to shore up alliances, for their baby dragons to grow, and for Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron to mature. The wild card factors mostly don't bode well for Rhaenyra's cause either.

#asks #hypotheticals #f&b #hotd #house velaryon #dance of the dragons #team green #anti team black #not really this is a value neutral post but you know

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In the Shadows

Pairing: DARK!Aemond Targaryen x DARK!GN!Reader

Summary: You are brought to be one of the servants in the castle during King Aegon II's reign. No one seems suspicious of your true intentions except the middle child of the queen, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Warnings: LONG ONE-SHOT. DARK THEMES SUCH AS TORTURE, PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE WHILE READER IS A CHILD, NON-CON, DUBIOUS CONSENT, MENTION OF SMUT, BLOOD. both reader and aemond are NOT good ppl!!!!, i use y/n three or four times, SPOILERS TO THE BOOKS

Authors note: so i thought i wasnt going to write about aemond but here i am to cope with my obsession. i have a mini-series with aemond written but i am extremely self-conscious if im writing him the right way. so this is my first test attempt at doing this. i havent read the books (ik, i have to) so if any there are any mistakes, feel free to correct me. GIF CREDIT TO THE CREATOR

JUST PROCEED IF YOU ARE ABOVE +18. PLEASE, READ MY WARNING TAGS CAREFULLY

Italic texts are reader's thoughts

It was a rainy day when you first arrived at King's Landing to be a servant in the castle. Since Aegon II's coronation, there had been a complete change in the servants. The gossip around town was that the Hightowers were worried about princess Rhaenyra Targaryen trying to kill the King. So the Queen requested most of the servants from her father's house to be brought, loyal to the Hightower's cause.

And that included you. You were perfect for the job really.

You had been saved by an unnamed Lord Hightower from slavery when you were just 7 years old. You owed him huge gratitude so you devoted yourself entirely to him. It didn't matter if Lord Hightower reeked of farts and piss. It didn't matter if he hit you until you were just different shades of purple and blue or you were passed out. It didn't matter that Lord Hightower spit on you and burned you with a hot iron from the kitchen. That he starved you. It didn't matter that he left you in the darkness even if he knew you were afraid of it. Your devotion was bigger than all of that. Bigger than anything he could or could possibly do to you.

You loved him so much that at 10 years old when he sold you to a league of people that worked in the underworld, you knew you couldn't let him live without you. He wouldn't survive. So you took matters into your hands. You made the old man a favor, really.

Watching him die slowly in his own bed, while you stabbed him in the neck, with a dirty knife you found in the kitchen.

Watching as the blood spilled all over his bed, on your face, on your clothes.

He tried to get up, falling to the floor and you just continued piercing his back until your arm was tired. You didn't know why you were crying, why you were laughing, why he looked so afraid of you.

"It is interesting how life works" You mutter to yourself, waking up from your past. Your eyes have no expression as you watch the young girl in front of you gasp for air, even though you are holding her throat strongly. You watch as life goes away from her eyes as they pledge for a single reason as to why you were doing this.

"I hope you know it is nothing personal" You whisper as her body falls into the floor.

The darkness, before your biggest fear, was now your biggest ally.

-x-

You were perfect for the job. When the suspense of war was heard across Westeros, Prince Daemon Targaryen reached his ex-lover Lady Mysaria for help. He needed someone inside the castle. Not a typical spy or one that would call much attention. A good one. That wouldn't make anyone look twice at them.

Lady Mysaria knew the perfect one: Shadows. In this case, you. You met Lady Mysaria sometime in your teenage years, working as an assassin/spy. Lady Mysaria wanted some random Lord killed because he kept abusing innocent slave girls. She offered you a good price and you even shared that could have been done for free. Since then, she always called you to the most delicate jobs.

When she presented you with the offer, you almost didn't accept. It wasn't really your place. She shared that there had been a coup inside the castle to take it out Rhaenyra to put Aegon II in place. That angered you. You knew Hightowers pretty well and you knew how kind they could truly be.

You accepted the job. You killed a young servant who was going to work in King's Landing, taking her place. From an outsider's look, you were just an average servant. You weren't pretty, nothing too special to call the eyes, or to be even remembered.

No one inside the castle knew what was coming for them.

-x-

You met Queen Alicent as soon as you arrived at the castle. She was taking care of the inspection of every single one of the new servants, asking them questions and making sure everyone was the right fit. Queen Alicent was accompanied by Ser Criston Cole, someone Lady Mysaria warned you to be alert about.

Queen Alicent seemed very satisfied by the servants and for some reason. You couldn't believe your luck when you got chosen to be part of the team who took care of Prince Aemond Targaryen's quarters. You were not meant to be seen or even cared for. Your job was to take care of his room, keep it tidy and not disturb him. Only talk to him if he refers to you, not look him in his eyes during it, and always look down, referring to him as 'Your Grace' and 'Prince Aemond'.

In the first days of the job, you didn't see the man. You had glanced at Princess Helaena a few times around the castle and sometimes she was joined by Queen Alicent and Otto Hightower. You hadn't seen the King yet or his younger brother.

Your ears were always open though. For any information, any sign of valuable piece you could give to the Blacks.

-x-

The first time you properly met King Aegon II and Prince Aemond they were celebrating someone's death. Queen Alicent seemed shocked and didn't join them but you were called in to be part of the team to serve them.

"More drink for my brother, servant!" Aegon II screamed at you. You immediately obeyed "So he deserves the best wine and the best whores of the kingdom, for killing the bastard, the son of a whore, Lucerys Velaryon!"

Your hand gripped the bottle a little harder, pouring the wine, without looking up. That meant Princess Rhaenyra had lost a child. There was acid in your mouth, but you kept yourself calm.

When you got up, Aemond's single eye was focused on your face. You demonstrated no expression, turning away when you heard the Prince's voice.

"Wait."

You stopped in your tracks maintaining a neutral expression. You heard Aemond's footsteps circle around you, his eye probably analyzing you.

Stay still but not so much.

Look afraid.

Aemond stopped in front of you and all you could see were his shoes. No sound was coming from him so you dared to look up to find him staring at you with curiosity.

"I think your King needs more wine" He murmured, with malice, his eye not leaving your face.

"Yo-your Grace, please forgive me!" You bowed in a sign of respect to Aemond, your face warm with embarrassment. An amateur move. You turned to Aegon II and bowed down, on the verge of tears "Please forgive me, Your Grace!"

You walked to Aegon II serving his cup and the King drank everything at once. Aegon then grabbed another cup, offering it to you.

"Your Grace?" You muttered, confused.

"Serve yourself! Drink! Tonight we celebrate and honor my brother Aemond the Kinslayer!"

You hesitated. You could feel Aemond's eye on your next action. You made your decision, grabbing the cup with a shaky hand, and filling it up. Then, you filled Aegon's cup. Aegon had a sick smile on his face as if appreciating your apparent fear. You two wait for Aemond to make a toast and you drink your wine.

I can't wait the time to slit King Aegon II and Prince Aemond's throats.

-x-

When the news small prince Jaehaerys was killed burst inside the castle, you pretended shock and sadness like the rest of them. You cried and shed tears in front of everyone, cursing the blacks as most of the other people in town did.

In reality, you knew exactly what happened and when it happened. You played some part in it, helping Blood and Cheese inside the castle, leaving some doors open here and there. Whispering some secrets into Lady Mysaria's ears.

If someone tried to trace you back at you, it would be almost impossible. Lady Mysaria was the only one who knew of you. That was your job, that's what you were good at, working in the darkness.

Being Shadows and fulfilling your mission.

You felt nothing for the young prince's death except a little apprehension for Lady Mysaria. If she was caught, your cover would be blown but the woman had fled the scene during the night. You knew you had to keep quiet and just pretend you were sad.

Wait until the time they would turn their eyes to their servants.

Which was exactly what happened a day later after Prince Jaeharys was found dead. All servants close to the family were brought into a room. Your apparent nervousness was fake but very convincing. You knew exactly what was going to happen next.

When Queen Alicent, Aegon II, and Aemond entered, they were surrounded by guards. Your initial reaction was to bite your lips to not smile. They all appeared miserable, especially Queen Alicent. Good. That was going to help you support what came next.

"As you might all know, our small prince Jaeharys has been killed. We are now looking for any information or leads on their killers."

The servants looked towards each other, some already on the verge of tears. Aegon rolled his eyes impatience, pointing Blackfyre to a young girl who started sobbing.

"You! You have seen anything?"

"No, Your Grace, I swear!"

"Are you sure? Hasn't she worked with Helaena, mother?" Aegon accused, his sword getting close to pierce the girl through her chest. She didn't answer, still crying "I would have all of you killed. But my mother reminded all of you have always been loyal to House Hightower. So if no one wants to speak, we will make you speak! Whatever means necessary."

One by one, servants would be taken to be questioned in a closed room by the King and Prince Aemond. All you could hear were screams and most people would be taken out passed out ou, their faces beaten up, with numerous cuts on their bodies. Your anxiety and adrenaline pierce through your body but no fear. You had to keep yourself calm. That was actually a good moment of opportunity.

When you were called in, your legs and hands were trembling. You looked at your fellow other servants remaining in the room to be questioned, their faces filled with confusion and despair.

That is what the greens represent.

This what they do to their own.

When you entered the room, your breath started getting faster.

Not too much. Just a little so they think you are afraid.

Blood. There was so much blood everywhere. In the ceilings, in the chair, on the floor, on Blackfyre's blade. You didn't look at their eyes as you waited standing, two guards close to you.

"Who killed my son?"

You licked your lips before speaking, your voice failling you.

"I-I do not know, Your Grace."

"Look in my eyes and say that."

You looked up and saw Aegon filled with rage and sadness. You had to bite your lips not to laugh. Oh, you could kill him now. Him and Prince Aemond. You could kill them and savor their blood and laugh and watch the life leave their eyes. You would die in the process but would die fulfilled and would take as much of them as you could.

"Answer me!" Aegon screamed, slapping your face with his hand open.

Rage.

Control yourself. Control yourself.

You wanted to close your fists but that wouldn't be seen as fearful, letting your arms apathetic at your side. You continued to bite your lips. Tears start to flow with all anger boiling inside your stomach. Aegon waited, his nostrils flaring up. Man child. You hoped he was going to lose all his kids. Was he drunk?

"I do not know, Your Grace" Your voice shook but Aegon wasn't convinced. He points Blackfyre to your cheek and cut slowly and deep along your still-burning cheek, making your face bleed. Your tears continue falling down as you bit your lips even harder, finally tasting the blood.

"As requested by my mother, I won't kill you. If you are loyal to the greens, you won't scream at any moment. You make one single sound and I will see that as a confession of guilt and you will be put in jail for the rest of your miserable life. Now, shall we start?"

-x-

Five nails were brutally ripped from your fingers.

They took your clothes off, they burned your body with hot irons. Your chest, your belly, your legs.

They beat you up until you almost passed out.

You reaffirmed your innocence.

You didn't scream.

Every time they asked if you knew anything, you screamed no. You begged for mercy when Aemond inquired if you had anything to do with Prince Jaehaerys's murder, but not one single scream during any of your torture sessions.

King Aegon and Prince Aemond just watched. They didn't participate but Aegon's eyes were shining the whole time. After they put into your chair, semi awoke and still naked, Aegon stepped up with Blackfyre ready on his hands.

"I must say, I am impressed. You have lasted more than anyone. Not once a single scream, not once single whimper" Aegon declared, admired. Aemond had his arms crossed, his expression serious. Or fascinated. You didn't know.

You barely could see them anyway. One of your eyes was closed with the beating. Your whole body hurt, bleeding on the floor. You were about to pass out with the pain again but you weren't going to give them the pleasure to see that.

"A true demonstration of a Green."

"Or just guilt." Aemond clarified, close to his brother.

You didn't want to smile on their faces so simply stayed there, catching your breath. You could still kill them. Cut Aegon's throat and strangle Aemond. Then kill the rest of the greens. You could. You could!

"I...I..." You murmured, your voice not coming out. You tried to clean your throat, lifting up your hand. Aemond and Aegon waited.

"I only humbly live to serve my King. The true King and Ruler of Westeros." You managed to say with a sore voice. Even your vocal cords were hurting.

Aegon was stunned. He never saw someone be tortured so badly and still affirm allegiance. He watched his brother Aemond get closer to the servant's body.

Aemond was close to your face. You still managed to look down, maintaining your respect, your body at any moment in giving up. You had to stay awake. You had to fight back. You knew if you passed out they could kill you. Aemond was so close you noticed the details of his scars. And he was analyzing you intensely. Again.

Keep focus.

"Let this one go, brother. I think this one is Loyal to your Kingdom. They really don't know anything."

You bit your dry lips once again and even closed your hands in fists, not that movement seemed to matter now. All they would see was a servant relieved from no more torture. Inside, you were celebrating. You really had fooled them. You had fooled those imbecile Greens!

You finally passed out from the chair, your body falling to the floor. The guards carried your body to be taken care of, holding every side of your arm. Out of all servants that had been tortured that day, you were the only one who remained as a servant.

-x-

After four days of recovery, you were ready to be sent back to work. The new servants looked at you with respect as you had a new scar on your face, proving your loyalty to King Aegon II. Lady Mysaria was astonished by your success. You two had to develop a new way to communicate after she had to escape. No one suspected you.

You were the one who passed the information about Ser Arryk Cargyll's infiltration to the castle. It seemed the Greens really trusted you now so you had to be extremely careful of every single future step you took.

Prince Aemond had developed a weird interest in you. Since you came back to work, he started asking you more and more questions. He wanted to know where you were from, and what you had done before. You never answered those questions, simply responding you didn't do a lot of your life except serve the Hightowers.

That wasn't a good sign.

You were organizing his room one morning, paying close attention to his clothes. All of sudden, there was a small dagger to your neck and for a millisecond you almost revealed yourself. Fighting against all your instincts to attack back you gasped, surprised. You heard a low laugh coming from behind you.

"Tell me, how a simple servant, who served their whole life, could have survived a long and strenuous torture session?" Prince Aemond's tone of voice was curious and dangerous against your ear. You could feel his body almost touching yours.

"Yo-your Grace?" Aemond continued holding his dagger against your neck, enough to start drawing blood. None of you moved.

"Someone so resistant like that, I can only see two options. Tell me, are you loyal to my family? Or are you just a spy infiltrated on this?" Aemond pressed the dagger even further into your neck, making you stumble back into his body. Your breath was hitched and your internals were begging for you to kill him.

"Lo-loyal, Your Grace."

"I have been observing you. Watching you in the shadows. I have to admit, you are very good. I have never seen anyone like you before. You try to look like them but you aren't. There is something about you. You try to hide it, but I can see it. I see in the very fast moments you don't think anyone is looking. They are there. I order, tell me who you truly are, (Y/N)."

He called you by your first name.

There was no way of escaping this.

Choose my next words very carefully or I might really die.

You closed your eyes, thinking fast. There is no way in Seven Kingdoms you would just die by Aemond's hands right now. Not when you accomplished so many things. You slowly turned, keeping your shaking hands up. Blood was dripping down your chest. You opened your eyes, finding his single eye on you. There was no space for mistakes now.

"I am Y/N. I am a servant of House Hightower since I was born, and I am ready to serve and die for them, especially for King Aegon II. I will be loyal no matter what torture, no matter what threat, even coming from you Prince Aemond. So if you doubt me, Your Grace, do us both a favor, cut my throat now and end this. But, do know that you will be killing someone loyal to you and your family that if asked, would have killed Rhaenyra, her bastard's sons, and the whole black army."

Aemond seemed to ponder your words. He had seen a different sparkle in your eyes so quickly, Aemond doubted they were really there. The kind of shine you would only see in an eyes of a killer. His suspicions got stronger during the torture, but even he couldn't deny your allegiance that day.

Deep down, Aemond was impressed. He was fascinated. He was obsessed, haunted by your 'real' eyes, your 'real' self. He wanted to find out the truth and see it. Because if he finally saw it, he could kill you and be done with this. But you kept dragging him in more and more. Again, you only admitted loyalty. Again, you had him confused and charmed.

The dagger pressured one more time, before being taken down. You opened your eyes to watch Aemond clean the dagger on his clothing. You sighed, relieved, breathing as if was your first time.

"To think my brother wanted to cut off your tongue" Aemond announced, satisfied with himself "Someone so pretty shouldn't lose their tongue, don't you agree?"

You were pressuring the blood in your throat, your sleeve soaked with blood.

"Go clean yourself. You will stain my floor with your blood. Come back later. I will need you."

You left with your mind with a million thoughts. You found an empty room to analyze what just happened: did Prince Aemond just call you pretty? Was he trying to seduce you? You find yourself holding a sleeve to your throat, bringing another hand to your mouth, in case you decide to scream.

Aemond was playing with you. He had to! He didn't trust your word and now he decide to play with you, toying until you revealed yourself.

Aemond had no idea what game he just started.

-x-

"How do I look?"

You were in Aemond's room. All other servants had left and it was just you and him which was unusual anymore. Aemond preferred your presence, and your presence only, if he wasn't busy at the Council. He was wearing Aegon II's crown and seemed satisfied with himself. The battle of Rook's Rest had been a huge victory for the Greens. They brought Meley's head, but Aegon II was extremely hurt. You thought of offering yourself to take care of the King, pass information of his health state, but Aemond forbid that. You were meant to stay at his side now that he was named Prince Regent while Aegon took his time to heal.

"Y/N?"

"You look good, Prince Aemond." In the situation they were in, that statement was true. Aemond was fit to be King. You knew he would be much more efficient at war than his older brother but even harder to kill.

"It looks better on me than my brother, doesn't it?"

A test?

You didn't answer, just smirking at Aemond. He seemed convinced by your answer, turning towards you. There is a second of silence when he called you with his fingers.

"Come to me."

You obediently walked until you are standing in front of him. You remained there with your hands behind your back, letting him observe you, his hands rubbing the scar on your neck. Slowly, his hands made their way up to your scar and he rubbed it gently.

"Kiss me."

You bowed your head down and locked your lips with Aemond. This had started since the last time he threatened to cut your throat. When you came back later that night, Aemond asked what you thought of him. You simply answered he was very good to you and you would always be grateful. In response, he kissed you. You stood there, in shock, not moving your lips back. He sent you away, telling you only answered to him now.

He was trying to break you. That was your only possible sane guess. If he so wanted, you were going to accept Prince Aemond's desire. No matter how crazy they were.

The kiss, timid at first, got deeper. Aemond's hands went down your hips and he pulled you against his warm body. As he started getting more and more hungry, his hands drop to grab your ass, lifting you up. You instantly locked your legs around his waist, his erection rubbing against the middle of your legs. Your eyes roll with pleasure and anger with the friction, as he continued pressing even more deliciously against you.

Why that bastard was so good at this?

Aemond took you to the bed, wasting no time to be on top. He ripped your shirt, making you gasp surprised. His mouth reverenced your neck and chest with kisses. One thing that seemed to surprise you since the start was the fact that Aemond didn't seem to mind the ugly scars on your body. No, he seemed to venerate them. Having one of his own, Aemond knew the importance of them. Before he could rip your pants, you stopped him, holding his face.

"Do you want to be on top tonight, my King?"

Aemond thought for a second. He removed his crown with care, placing it at the side of the bed, together with his eye patch. Before you, Prince Aemond would never let any of his sexual partners see him without it. You were the first in bed who saw it. Now he removed it with confidence as if he bothered you not see you with both of his eyes.

Without answering, Aemond ripped your pants. You laughed, amused. He was always rougher after his victories. Not that you didn't like it.

"You must do what your King commands, right Y/N?"

"Correct, My Lord."

"Then tonight, call me Aemond."

Aemond noticed he got you by surprise. You cleared your throat, apprehensive, not sure if you heard correctly. Aemond grabbed your chin, warning with a deep tone.

"You must do what your King commands."

"Of course, Aemond. Anything you desire. I am yours."

Until the very last night of passion you had with Aemond, he continued insisting on you calling him by his first name. You obeyed, of course. It was fun. For that time, while you were ravished by Aemond, you could forget who you were. While Aemond strangled you until you both got an orgasm, you were just Y/N. You never complained about Aemond feeling your insides; the prince seemed to stare at his cum dripping from you. Another thing surprising about Aemond: he would never stop until you had a proper orgasm. You could only bet it was part of his personality, watching as you screamed his name over and over again.

Some part of you wondered, if you met Prince Aemond in another life, you could have fallen in love with him.

-x-

When Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon overtook King's Landing, a lot of servants were taken to jail. You were one of them until Daemon personally ordered your freedom.

You were brought in front of Queen Rhaenyra. She was sitting down on the Iron Throne. There was no one else in the room, except for Daemon. Rhaenyra was wearing the crown that was hers by right, her expression confident with her victory.

"Your Grace!" You bowed down with your knee and Rhaenyra smiled at you.

"Stand up. My husband and Lady Mysaria told me we had many spies but none so efficient and loyal as you. You remained inside the castle without getting your cover destroyed. I had to ask them to meet you. How did you manage such action?"

"I only did what I could for the cause, Queen Rhaenyra. I would have continued, as long it was needed. It fills my heart with happiness to see you sitting down at the Iron Throne!" You claimed.

You felt a hand pull you up and are surprised to see Prince Daemon's victorious smile in your direction.

"I have heard you have survived due to Prince Aemond's affection. Is that true?"

"I don't know. I could care less about that Kinslayer."

"My Lady, Shadows has done a lot. I can only think what they have passed through the hands of the Greens. And I think we both can see" Daemon announced, his eyes on your scar "They should be rewarded greatly."

"I agree. You can request me anything you desire."

"I am just a humble servant, my Queen. It would be an honor to continue to serve you."

"I understand. Remain hidden. We might be able to use you next time."

There were reports of your presence during Aemond and Daemon's battle, though heavily contested. Those same reports alleged although Prince Aemond was furious at the presence of Shadows, he smiled in your direction as if he was meeting a long distant loved friend again. Aemond then promised he was going to kill you and feed your body to Vhagar if he survived the battle.

The transcript ends with a single sentence from Shadows.

"Let's hope you don't then, Prince Aemond."

MASTERLIST

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x gender neutral reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen DARK FANFIC #aemond targaryen smut

[blackcat419]

Otto Hightower has always been an Andal law supporter. Sons before daughters and daughters before uncles. So Otto never betrayed Rhaenyra, he was just following the commonly accepted laws of inheritance of his homeland. Sadly colonizers have always struggled understanding the customs of the colonized.

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd discussion #otto hightower #Otto Hightower is a lawful man #lawful neutral #can we have him wearing a white dress shirt and get completely wet? #that’s the fan servuce I want #been in my “older men are hot” faze but only for fictional old men

[horizon-verizon]

The new "choose sides" marketing

vs

last year and the year before [pics gotten from Twitter's dragon’s temper.@danypurism]:

They are literally cross-storying this shit.

How are the neutrals--those who were successfully bought into their previous marketing scheme--are feeling about this?

#hotd marketing #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd neutrals #asoiaf #hotd fandom #fandom critical

[theold-ultraviolence]

I’m your Aemond jerking off headcanons you mentioned maybe modern Aemond trying finger fucking himself but then maybe saving that for a partner in the future and I’m just 👀 throwing that out there 👀

For Your Love • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

Summary: This is literally just smut with no plot. The itty bit of plot has to do with Aemond feeling a little self-conscious of finger fucking himself, until reader comes along. Words: 2.8 k A/N: IDK WHAT CAME OVER ME, but you sent me this and I wrote it in one go, so bestie, THANK YOU. CW: porn without plot, oral sex (m) receiving; blowjobs, rimming & finger fucking. Slightly subby Aemond, but very slightly, established relationship. Title and dirty talk are all inspired by the song 'For Your Love' by Måneskin. Gender neutral!reader. UPDATE: You can now read a continuation of this here.

His thighs tense by the mere tease of the tip of your tongue circling his rim. The touch is as light as the feather you’d use to relax him, earlier this night. Aemond was so wound up, you had to use every trick in the book to get him to loosen up. Not to mention getting to this point had been a whole process in itself. 

It started about a month ago, when you were going down on him. You were drooling all over his cock, your hands massaging his balls as you looked up at him from beneath your eyelashes, moaning wantonly each time you felt him pulse inside your mouth – prompting you to take him deeper down your throat.

On their own accord, your fingers had wandered down lower, catching a little dribble of saliva and precum that had spilled from your mouth, and circling it around his hole. 

His thighs had tensed, exactly as they do now. His muscles contracted, before he made himself relax with a shaky exhale, and your hand moved back to gently stroke the inside of his thigh instead. 

Two nights afterwards, he’d tentatively brought up the subject as you were all settled in bed, softly making out before falling asleep. “Would you be interested in trying something with me?” he’d murmured against your lips, so quietly that it had taken you a couple of seconds to register what he’d said. 

“Does this have anything to do with the other night?” you smirked playfully, always pleased to be able to read him so well. Sometimes – just sometimes – he wasn’t as closed off as he made himself to be, bare for you to read him like one of his favorite books. 

He blushed and nodded slightly, looking down before redirecting his gaze back to yours, with a mix of curiosity but also nervousness. “I’ve tried to do it myself but could never be comfortable. But I know it’s supposed to feel really good…” 

With a palm on his cheek, you shushed him with a tender kiss and a promise to make the experience as pleasurable but also as comfortable for him as you could. You’d do anything for Aemond, and wished to explore all the ways in which you could bring him pleasure, just as he does with you. 

Last week you’d started this off, but you’d gotten too riled up on the idea of finger fucking Aemond, making you get carried away too soon, with your mouth on his hole too quickly, giving him no time to ease into the sensations and register what was happening. That repressed part of him – from having lived in such an uptight and rigid household –  made him too nervous, ready to declare that this just wasn’t for him at all. You pulled back, apologizing for being too rough, too soon, and promised you could always come back to this later. 

But now the game has entirely changed. 

You’d dimmed the lights, both of you naked, instructing him to lay on his back so you could straddle him. 

“Do you trust me?” You’d whispered into his ear, delighting in the visible goosebumps you could see, raising every single fine hair on his body. 

“I trust you.” He’d replied by resting his palms on your curves, caressing your soft skin, up and down your sides. 

You trailed kisses all over him, taking your time to thoroughly lick into his mouth, making out with him all sensually – all tongue and exchanged breaths – before trailing down to his jaw, the underside of his ear and that long column of his neck that looked as if it was made out of marble. Then, further down  – nosing the soft, blonde hairs that curl around Aemond’s solid chest, coiling around his nipples, which you licked and bit and pinched until he closed his eyes and sighed in relaxation. 

Then came the feather that you’d passed all over the spots on Aemond’s torso that had spit cooling on them – over all his light moles and little mounds of muscle that line up his stomach.  It tickled – gifting you a timid smile that curled his lips, his stomach contracting with laughter.

You grinned brightly at the sight, leaning down to kiss him stupid, just because you were overcome with emotion and utter love for this man beneath you. All that donning made him melt into the bed instantly, muscles going lax under your touch. 

When you separated from the kiss, you held his gaze, biting your lip mischievously as you leaned to the side to grab some massage oil from the bedside table. His eye had widened, a lovely pink hue spreading from the tips of his ears down to his chest as you squirted the oil into your palms before rubbing them together to heat it up and  smooth it all over his chiseled body. 

He stretched on the bed, elongating the elegant line of his body with each circular motion you rub onto him. The sight of him all sprawled on the bed, letting out quiet sighs as one of his hands fist the sheets while the other keeps its contact with your body – it’s enough to have you dripping for him.

He’s just so damn attractive, and all yours. All yours, to please, yours to dote on and love. 

Soon, you find yourself right in between his thighs, pouring the oil directly into his lower belly and smothering it all over his hips, his legs…spreading them wider so you could make yourself comfortable on your stomach with your face just inches away from his hardened cock. 

You look up at Aemond with nothing but desire consuming your pupils, as one slicked-up hand takes his cock, slowly rubbing him up and down while you plant sweet kisses all over the inside of his thighs. 

Kisses that only get closer and closer to that spot that quivers so sweetly for you, even when Aemond tries to disregard it for archaic fears and prejudices. You’re determined to make all of that vanish from his mind, as you stroke his cock more deliberately, delighting in that solid weight twitching and pulsing in your grasp – in how his ruddy head starts leaking and dripping down your fist. 

You pump his cock, all desperate for his precum, gathering it all in your tongue as soon as it reaches the base of his cock, and licking up, up, up, before swallowing down his head. Your tongue twirls around it, adding pressure to the underside before sucking more of his dick into your mouth, with your tongue flattened down against that swollen vein that traverses it.

Moaning around him, you start bobbing your head up and down, slowly – oh so damn slowly to really make it last and indulge in the feeling of him stretching your mouth before you hollow out your cheeks on your way down. 

One of your hands starts softly fondling his balls, before you detach your mouth from his cock with a lewd pop, drooling onto the base of him and watching it pool around his sack. He’s a groaning mess, hips lifting up from the bed the moment you start lapping and sucking at his balls.

Something primal sets off on his brain, seeing you eating him out so unabashedly, with the vibrations of your moans concentrating on him like an electric wire about to snap into sparks. 

The muscles of his thighs contract – he can’t take it anymore – when a teasing finger starts circling his ass. He sits up but you’re quick to place a soothing palm on his abdomen, stopping altogether to look at him.  “If you want we can stop.” 

“No, it’s okay. Keep going, love.” 

“Are you sure?” 

He holds his breath for a moment, before biting his lip and nodding, laying back down. He cards his long fingers through your hair without breaking your gaze. 

“Let go, Aemond. I’ve got you.” 

You grab his hand and give it a loving squeeze, until he exhales out a little bit of stress out of his system. “I know you do, love. Keep going, please…” 

You kiss his knuckles, calming once you see that Aemond’s gaze is both pleading and adoring. You’re quick to fetch a bottle of lube from the bedside table this time, before resuming your position between his thighs, dousing the liquid right into his rim, spreading it around as gently as you can. 

“Aemond,” you moan, just from seeing him twitch – seeing his thighs threatening to close in on you and trap you in between forever. “You know I’ll do whatever you want, Aemond…” 

You’re hoping that your voice will help make him feel more comfortable, so you keep sighing out sweet nothings as you continue to rub his hole with the pads of two fingers. “I’ll do whatever you want…” 

“Hmmm…” he grunts, closing his eye and leaning his head back on the pillows, taking your hand and holding on for the absolute ride he’s about to embark on. The one you’re about to lead him into. 

He looks absolutely gorgeous, with his silver blonde hair like a halo amidst the pillows. Absolutely delicious. So much so, that you lean down to taste him again. 

You slowly swallow down his cock as you keep the circular notions around his rim; keeping him safe inside of you while you gingerly prod at his entrance with one finger, letting it linger there for the time being. Not pushing or prodding further, just resting there as you bob your head up, and down – up, and down, down until your nose is nestled on the soft, silvery hairs right at the base. 

You release him when you need to come back for hair, licking him in between moans because you’re a whole mess, and you haven’t even touched yourself yet. No, tonight is all about Aemond, and you tell him as much, with eyes half-mast and voice all low and hoarse from having his length down your throat. “I’ve got so much I can give to you, Aemond…I’m gonna fuck you ‘till you scream for me…” 

You whine as you see him shudder and tilt his hips towards you, planting his feet on the bed in a silent plea to lure your mouth back on him. Such an enticing gift offered to you so eagerly, how could you refuse it? 

“Tell me what you want, Aemond…I’ll give you what you want.” 

You hotly whisper, squirting so much lube on him you could even swim between his thighs, which is exactly what you need for your finger to slip all the more easily, just past his hole. You can’t slide it in too deep, so you just keep it curled around his entrance as you switch between peppering loving kisses all over his thighs and hips and dick to make sure he remains calm. 

With eyes closed, he seeks out your palm again, keeping your fingers tightly locked together while the ones on your opposite hand creep a little bit further in. “Fuck me…” he whispers, brows furrowed in a mix of pain and growing pleasure. 

“Relax, darling. You’re doing so well, you’re taking me so well…I promise this is gonna feel so good, Aemond.” You moan, before spitting on his entrance to push your finger a little bit further in.

He feels so warm and tight; you thought this was gonna be weird for you, but you’re fucking creaming – every sensation feeling so heightened. Helping Aemond to unlock another part of him that brings him pleasure has you feeling a little bit delirious, it’s insane. 

“That’s it, babe. That’s it…” you keep whispering while you start to softly fuck him with your finger, quickly slipping your hand from his his hold to squirt more lube on him. More and more, his muscles start to loosen up and you’re able to slide in easily. 

He’s twitching and grunting and grasping your hand so tightly it should hurt but it only drives you to increase the speed a little bit, to rotate your wrist in a way that’ll help you find that spot inside of him that you know will have him seeing stars. 

“Fuck!” he yelps just as you graze it – hips lifting from the bed and eye wide in surprise. You’re grinning wickedly now, keeping up that slight, steady pressure on him as you keep on licking and sucking at his cockhead. Just before pull your finger back out to replace it with your tongue. 

The tip swirls around his rim, lapping up at his entrance, licking a trail from his asshole, to his ballsack, up and down, again and again before dribbling saliva all over him so your tongue and finger could curl around him. As you drool and lick him all over, you prod at him with the pads of two fingers now, slowly – so, very slowly – stretching him wide before sliding further down. 

You’re absolutely mad, overcome with hunger as you take his cock in your mouth once more, and work up your two fingers inside of him. Carefully fucking him deeper and deeper to the rythm of your head bobbing up and down on his hard cock, to the music of Aemond’s low grunts and groans and choked out breaths as you scissor your fingers inside of him on and on until you’re met with his g-spot once again. 

You moan on his cock at the feeling, look up at Aemond with a dark gaze filled with lust as you build up a pace that steadily quickens, that goes harder when you see that Aemond can take it – that he’s aching for it, if the way his rotating his hips and yanking at your hair is any indication. You’d chuckle if your lips weren’t so deliciously stretched around him, so you can only hollow out your cheeks and fucking edge him on with your gaze. 

It’s like fire meets gasoline when his eye snaps open to meet you. 

It’s as if he’s daring you, with his furrowed brow and lips trapped between his teeth – daring you fuck him harder, to suck at him faster. To make him scream and cry, make him cum harder than he ever has. 

And fuck, if you’re up for the challenge. 

Your wrist moves quicker, fingers all snug inside of him, now grazing insistent little circles on his g-spot as you drool on his cock and swallow him down like the total slut you are for him. 

“Please…” he grunts through gritted teeth, and you’re too fucking pleased, smiling with your eyes as you continue to blow him. 

“Please what?” you mock as you come up for air before taking down his length once more. 

“Make me cum…” he grabs a handful of your hair to keep you all locked around his cock but you push past his strong hold to further tease him. 

“You wanna cum for me, Aemond? Gonna be a good boy and cum in my mouth?” 

“Please!” his thighs shake, abdomen contracts as his quiet grunts turn into desperate little whines that he tries to keep down because he’s too proud to be begging for release. The way he’s throbbing on your mouth, the way he’s squeezing your fingers so tightly, has you rutting against the bed, desperate for any sort of friction to bring you release. And any other day you’d get a little meaner – tease him for a little bit longer. 

But right now you’re in the same boat as he is, ready to burst right the fuck now. 

“Cum for me, Aemond.” You gasp before taking his cock in your mouth and sucking all sloppily, scissoring his fingers inside of him faster, rubbing on his g-spot harder and harder and harder until Aemond lets out one long, drawn-out moan. 

His legs tense, locking around your head and keeping you trapped in between them as he spills right down your throat – spit and cum dribbling down your chin as you moan and moan like a wanton whore, squeezing your legs to cum at the same time. 

He’s gasping as if he’d come back from one of his morning hikes, looking up at the ceiling all dazed and spent. His fist softens up on your hair, as he cards a hand through his own hair before resting it atop his chest as he catches his breath. 

You release him with a content sigh – your finger all squeezed by his ass that it takes a little bit of effort to take it out, making him groan when he finally releases you. The hand that had been buried inside of him rests on his abdomen, rising and falling with every breath he takes, as you look up at him all dopey and in love. 

“How was that for you? Have you changed your mind about this?” you murmur, laughing at the way his eye widens in surprise, incredulous at the question. As if he hadn’t been keeping you in a death-grip with his thighs and fist and ass. 

He sits up then, leaning down and guiding you to him with two fingers under your chin, kissing you despite you being covered in drool and cum. 

“Absolutely.”

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #reader insert fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #modern!aemond smut #gender neutral reader #hotd #house of the dragon #fanfiction #ewan mitchell #my writing

[dracodazaii]

As a team neutral fan who loves both teams, i gotta say i heard the most strangest justification for the Rhaenyra’s Strong kids since I can at least understand some views but this 🤨🫤

This person was basically saying that Rhaenyra’s boys are legitimate and comparing it to the other infamous royal-bastards situation aka Cersei’s kids.

Their first point was that Laenor claims the kids, well you can argue so does Robert he literally says “my son joffrey” when Ned writes down his will. Then saying that their claim is through Rhaenyra, then, sure maybe then Jace being heir is fine but you can’t apply that to Luke since his claim of Driftmark isn’t.

Saying the Strong kids get their claim also because the King recognises them as heirs but King Robert does the same for Joffrey and they’re both UNAWARE of the illegitimacy of their heirs!

It doesn’t even matter because all that matters is public perception imo. Like at least the Lannister kids physical attributes can be explained through their mother but you gotta jump through hoops to say the Strong boys having brown-coloured attributes unlike their mother+father makes sense. Whatever the character themselves felt personally with the illegitimacy does not matter because inheritance has rules which dictate no matter what, legitimate heirs come first, this isn’t about people’s personal choice but about the law and precedent. (lowk same thing regarding viserys’ choice to have rhaenyra as heir even though i love her)

The morality of the situation is not important and what the “fathers” think doesn’t matter. Just because Cersei is an evil person doesn’t mean her kids shouldn’t be heirs especially since at least they look like their parent.

I love Rhaenyra but I don’t understand how anyone can view the kids as legitimate but I genuinely want to see why anyone in TB believes this for any reason since these reasons felt nonsensical to me. The only thing I can get behind is the fact that since Corlys, the Lord of Driftmark says Luke is heir, that Luke has a claim.

#hotd #asoiaf #house of the dragon #game of thrones #got #rhaenyra targaryen #team green #team neutral #team black #cersei lannister #robert baratheon #laenor velaryon

[olivefeuillu]

Imagine :

-Aemond removes his eye-patch-

Aemond x Reader ( oc or whatever)

Warning : none

Fluff , but it’s short-

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Aemond took off his eye-patch for the first time when the two of you were alone in the castle’s library, he was hesitant at first. You couldn’t help ,but stare at his fake eye. You were completely mesmerized by his beauty. He was scared to see your reaction so he stayed completely still without breaking eye contact with you.

“ I can put it back on, if you want. I do not wish to bring you discomfort or disgust.”

You smiled at him, got up to kiss his lips and said : “ I’m not like the people of the court, do not hide. You’re beautiful with or without it, my prince.”

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#aemond targaryen #male reader #aemond targaryen x male!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x male reader #Aemond x gender neutral reader #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #imagine #aemond imagine #fluff #short story #aemond fic #Aemond x female reader

[pterodactylterrace]

But the show runners and promoters TOTALLY don’t want us to choose team black! Like… I kinda feel like they just flipped me off in traffic? What the hell was even that? We get like a solid minute of the blacks talking trash, and then like a quick blurb from a few greens. If you’re going to pretend to advertise evenly and not to be pushing people to cheer for Rhaenyra, maybe don’t only have 2/3 of one side present for a debate?

Also… Matt… darling… you’re adorable. You’re not gonna take anyone’s head and put it on a spike, though. We already know how this entire thing ends 🤣

For the record, the video is less than two minutes, and the greens are only allowed about 30 seconds before they jump right back to the leaders of the black faction.

#can they at least pretend to be neutral? #go on sheeple #follow the gurlbawse blindly #Youtube #HOTD #hotd critical #hotd cast #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen

[lady-phasma]

Can you do a blowjob scence with daemon like you did in “without permission”?

Of course I can! I enjoy the challenge of writing fellatio. Thank you for the ask. I made this the first time reader has done this with Daemon. (For anyone who is interested, the one I wrote for Aemond is here Part 1 & Part 2, which is the bj scene.)

NSFW - 18+ Turned out to be gn!reader. 1.4k words

Warnings: fellatio, spit as lube, slight face fucking (it’s Daemon, what did you expect?), and just general filth because you asked me anon. No beta because I got impatient.

Daemon lay back on the pillow, hands behind his head. He looked down at you. His eyes wrinkled at the corners belying the stern line of his lips. You did your best not to smile but your embarrassment flared hot in your cheeks. He was so damn imperious. He wanted to watch you and not lift a finger. 

You were straddling his legs, an awkward and not particularly seductive position. You had worked your way down, kissing his bare chest and stomach. Now your fingers anxiously toyed with the laces of his pants. His cock strained against the leather and you swallowed as your fingers ran over it. 

You took a deep breath and steadied your hands. Slowly you opened the lacing and slid your fingers under the leather. You tugged gently on the waistband, signaling him to lift his hips. You moved his pants down his hips, stealing a quick skim of your hand over his ass. You licked your lips as his cock was freed from its confinements. 

You heard Daemon exhale as he settled his hips back on the bed. You adjusted your weight on your knees as you reached to touch it. Not without curiosity, you brushed your fingertips down his length, gently exploring his curly, dark hair. Your core felt hot and your mouth began to water. You gingerly wrapped your fingers around the base. He moaned when your lips brushed over the tip. You spread the precum across your bottom lip. When you lifted your head you saw him watching you. Slowly, you licked your lips. His mouth opened briefly before he regained his composure. 

You looked back down and lightly stroked his cock. You licked your lips again and dripped spit onto the head. You swiped across it, gathering it with your palm. As you moved your hand back down his foreskin slid back gently. You licked the smooth cleft of the tip. Gradually you parted your lips, taking the head into your mouth. You ran your tongue around the ridge, just under his foreskin and he moaned. 

You smiled around his cock. For an instant you thought he might enjoy that sight but you focused on your ministrations. Your hand continued moving up and down his length. You played with your tongue, exploring, finding the places that made him twitch or sigh. You pulled back just a bit, gathered more spit, and licked down and around his cock. You breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of him. Your hand spread the wetness as you returned to place your mouth over the head.

With more than a little showiness, you parted your lips and took Daemon into your mouth. You let your teeth barely touch him as you opened your mouth wider. His hips twitched, fighting the urge to rush up to meet you. You held your breath and tried to relax your jaw as the tip slid along the roof of your mouth. It was your turn to moan. You squeezed your hand tighter around him. 

“Fuck,” Daemon breathed above you. He groaned your name and his hips shifted slightly with his impatience. Spurred on with this encouragement you moved your other hand from where it rested on his thigh, drug your fingers down the crease of his hip, through his hair, and down to his balls.

You kept a steady pace with your mouth and hand as you cupped his balls in your fingers. With every stroke you tried to take a little more of him into your mouth. Your jaw ached already, but it was worth it to hear the rewarding sounds coming from Daemon. You risked a glance up and saw his eyes were closed and his chin raised as he bit his upper lip. You felt lightning run up from your core. 

On a down stroke, you slowed your hand and chased it with your lips. You took all but your hand’s width into your mouth. Daemon growled. You felt him move but didn’t pause to look. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock and repeated the motion. When you gently squeezed his balls you understood the movement you had noticed.

At first Daemon’s hand only rested on the back of your head, but when you tried to pull back it stopped you. He didn’t press hard. He only guided you to go further. You chest flared with heat from the encouragement, from pride. You let your enthusiasm lead you. You moved faster, your hand working his cock, fingers on his balls, and mouth sliding over his length. 

Then you felt his other hand on your head. You glanced up at him and his violet eyes glinted. He wasn’t smiling now. He was focused only on your mouth, what you were making him feel. You decided to trust him. Trust that he would stop if you needed him to. You lowered your gaze and felt his fingertips dig just a little more against your head. 

Daemon raised his hips slightly and you almost gagged. You didn’t. He was attentive. He lowered his hips and guided you down further, eventually setting a rhythm with his hands and hips. You matched it with your hand on his cock and your fingers below. You relaxed your jaw as much as you could but when you moaned he thrust harder. 

He laughed when you sputtered. He let you pull off completely and looked down at you mischievously. You smiled up at him and then licked the tip. You parted your lips, never dropping eye contact and Daemon cursed and groaned. When you opened your lips again he pressed on the back of your head and slid his cock in further in than he had yet. 

You held your breath. You refused to gag. This felt wonderful. The way he looked at you, desired you, wanted you to make him feel this good. You were more than happy to let him use you like this for his pleasure. Your own arousal increased with every one of his moans, every time he said your name through clenched teeth. Your mind was nearly blank, the only thoughts were of Daemon, how to move your hands, lips, and tongue, how to bring him to his peak. 

You could feel him getting close. His rhythm was becoming slightly erratic, hips stuttering. His fingers gripped your head tightly. And the sounds, the lovely sounds he made. You felt his balls tightened in your fingers. On instinct you squeezed.

“Seven fucking hells,” Daemon almost yelled. He pushed deeper into your mouth, into your throat, than he had so far and stopped. It was only for a beat but long enough that you swallowed to circumvent your reflexes. He made a deep guttural sound and pulled you off his cock as soon as you finished swallowing.

With one hand he held your head in place, with the other Daemon swatted your hand away and grabbed his cock. You kept your hand on his balls, massaging gently as he jerked hard, quick strokes up and down his length. You barely noticed the string of curses spewing from his mouth. You could only watch as he finished himself. Without thinking, you let your mouth fall open. He rested the head of his cock on your chin as he worked it. 

You understood why his hand had remained on the back of your head. As his cum landed on your tongue you jerked back involuntarily. The movement was just enough that the next spasm painted your cheek, lips, and chin. You watched his face and his heavy-lidded eyes, and felt the heat coil between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he growled as the last spasm left drips of his cum on your chin. You enjoyed the look on his face so much that you moved your hand from him and used a finger to slide those drops into your mouth. You gathered what was on your tongue and pushed it out onto your bottom lip. He sighed heavily.

His hand left the back of your head and he scraped his cum from your lip with his thumb. He released his cock and wiped your cheek, chin, and his hands with his discarded shirt. After he tossed it on the floor, he cupped your face in his hands. 

Daemon guided you up to all fours, your face hovering above his. He licked your bottom lip. Then he brought your face down to his and kissed you fiercely. You moaned into his lips. He slid his hands down your neck, your shoulders, and your back. You pulled back from the kiss, your lips still almost touching his. 

“It seems you have a taste for that,” he brushed his lips against yours as he smiled. He grinned. “And a talent.” 

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