#my one eyed prince 💫🐲

[sstan-hoe]

𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒊

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — actor!aemond targaryen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — life with aemond is always risky...but not just because of his status in society. No, more because he likes doing risky activities...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, getting caught, public sex

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — well, what more can I say besides the fact, that the new trailers awaked something in me? Team black forever, I'll just take aemond as a prisoner

A happy sigh left your mouth as you leaned your back against Aemond while his fingertips graced along your arms.

He had found a cinema with the opportunity to watch a movie while laying comfortably in your seat and god was it amazing.

And another plus point, the cinema was rather outside the city and as a result not as crowded, meaning no paparazzi or fans were around.

You and Aemond were in the last row, giving your man enough privacy to trail his hand from your arm down to your sweats. “Aemond!” You whisper-shouted trying to slap his hand away but instead he gripped your wrist with his free hand, caging you in between his arms.

“Come on love, live a little…” He chuckled, his lips lightly gazing your cheek.

You rolled your eyes at his words, Aemond lived for those risky sex moments. While you did enjoy them, you often come too close to getting caught.

“Aemond, we almost got caught last time!” You complained as his finger slipped into your panties, and that gods forsaken pussy of your betrayed you once again by getting wet just from his voice.

“Quite a tone you have there...you are really serious huh?” He asked with amusement dripping from his voice.

“You’re soaked for me, my little whore is turned on by getting caught,” Aemond drags his fingers through your folds, rubbing your clit gently. A whimper left your lips as he put pressure into his movements.

Suddenly a white light filled the cinema and it surly wasn’t the movie.

Aemond looked around, his eye scanned his right side and locked with the ones of a paparazzi. The actors face was filled with rage, he pulled his hand away from you and gently pushed you to the side.

“What the actual fuck man? How much of a perv do you have to be, taking a photo of my girl and I? You better get your ass out of here before you don't feel your face anymore, sick fuck!” He yelled at the paparazzi who scrambled out of the theatre.

“Come on, we’re leaving and tomorrow we will go to the police, and I will call my agent.” Aemond promised you softly, taking your hand to help you stand up.

Tears threatened to leave your eyes as you walked out of the cinema. A crowd of paparazzi were waiting outside, all of them making photos of Aemond and you. “Shut those fucking cameras off!” the blonde snapped at one of them who held the camera close to your face.

You could hear them ask questions, but you didn’t know what they said, too focused on getting out of there.

When you were finally inside the car you took a deep breath, though your exhaling was shaky. Aemind grabbed your hand giving it a gently squeeze before starting the engine, “we will be home any second love, I promise,” he whispered while stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

You nodded at him to let him know that you were listening. He always wanted to here you say that you were with him in situations like this, however at the moment was all you could offer him.

The car came to a stop in front of your apartment, Aemond walked over to your side and opened the door for you helping you out of the car. “I’m gonna make you a hot chocolate, how does that sound?”

His thumb graced over your cheekbone as he smiled at you. You didn’t answer his question, instead you slowly realized what happened. “They saw us…that man took a photo of us, while you had you hand in my pants…oh god they caught us! What are we going to do?”

“Tomorrow I will go to the police, make an indication, call my agent and we will sue them yeah?”

“But what if they use it against us? I don’t believe it's allowed to do that,” your eyes were filled with fright as your mind imagined all the possibilities, on how this could be used against you.

“Maybe, but what that man did was far worse than our little adventure and even if they use it against us do you know how many people are on our side? Aegon, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Haelena and those were only a few!” He tried to reassure. You wanted to believe him so bad but a voice in your head told you the oppisite.

“And they won’t think I’m a…slut?” “Oh, god my love no! You are not a slut, it was my fault we got caught, okay? I made you do this, it's all my fault.”

His large rough, but gentle hands cupped your cheeks as the tears you tried to hold back streamed down your face. Aemond lead you to the couch and brought a tissue up to your cheeks, drying your tears.

“It's you and me against the world, yeah? We did that and it was okay, you are not a slut, and that man is a sick perv who will get at least liberty punishment and with our lawyer he will end up in prison.”

The tears slowly stopped, your vision was still blurry, but you could make out how Aemond looked at you, with so much love and care. “I love you and I’m sorry we got caught my beautiful girl,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you replied sealing your lips in a soft, slow kiss that was filled with passion.

“I’m going to make sure that paparazzi gets what he deserves,” Aemond promised you as he carefully pulled away from your soft lips, giving you one last kiss before he stood up.

“Hot chocolate?” “With marsh-“ “Marshmallows I know,” he gave you a cute smile before vanishing in the kitchen.

He knew that by tomorrow the whole internet would be flooded with the picture, but with you by his side he knew that he could go through hell and back, with smile as if you just told him, you loved him.

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — (kinda) modern!aemond targaryen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — well let's just say I was in a mood and would very much like to try something new...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — squirting, smut obviously, oral (f receiving), p in v, dirty talk

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — am I back? maybe...I have finals and I feel so stressed, but I hope I can be back in May!

„Aemond! Stop, oh god!“ Aemond draws hard circles over your clit, a shit eating grin painting his face. He had tried for the past two months to get you to squirt and right now he was the closest he’d ever been.

You had nothing against it, even being your idea but right now a weird feeling bubbled in your stomach which you’d never felt before.

Aemond said it had to be like this, you would get a feelings as if a knot was being tied inside you. The knot would get tighter with every passing second, until it finally exploded.

You couldn't pin point the feeling, was it good, was it bad?

Good, amazing, like a relief. As Aemond continued his work he pushed the right button and answered your worries.

Your husband grinned at you as you covered his face with your juice. “You fucking bastard,” you breathed out as you fell back into the pillows. “Bastard? I just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life,” Aemond told you proudly, his ego growing.

When you first brought up the idea squirting, you would have never been able to imagine how wonderful it would make feel.

Still he was a little shit who cheated. “You ready for another?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows with a seductive smirk. “Sorry, but I don’t have to pee again which means you can’t cheat, and we know how the last few times went…,” you trailed off as your eyes moved to the sheets.

Aemond was offended and suddenly grabbed you by your ankles to pull you down further on the bed. A surprised gasp fell from your lips at his actions.

He grasps your hips and shoves himself deep inside, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size — like he did so often. Aemond pulls back and thrusts in enough to move you several inches up the sheets.

The feeling you have felt not too long ago was building up again like a thread that was threatening to be cut with a knife. A snap, a cut, the right angle to the right spot was all it took for your waters to break once more.

Your man couldn’t be any happier as he grinned from ear to ear. Proud of himself that he made you cum and squirt without ‘cheating’.

“Call me a cheater once more, I dare you,” he whispered as his thrusts slowed down. “And get that outcome again?” You cocked a brow at him, receiving a chuckle from him.

“You know I haven’t cum yet…,” he lowly trailed of.

Your eyes widened in shock, “I’m not gonna make you squirt,” you said with raised hands. Aemons shook his head in response, “no my love, that’s not what I meant.”

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — aemond targaryen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Aemond wants you to ride with him on Vaghar, but you always avoid it until he makes a deal with you, you take a ride with him and in return he does the thing with the tongue you like so much

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — oral (female receiving), fingering/eating out, I'm not sure a little violence? Like they're riding on a dragon and there's fire, swearing

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — the Targaryens just have this special something...currently I'm interested in Aemond and Daemon but I would also consider writing for Dany, Nyra and Haelena but we gotta see how you like my writing haha, follow @sstanhoe-updates if you don't wanna miss me posting! like, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!!!! It's short but because I wanted to see if people like it

“No, no I refuse to indulge in this kind of…thing,” your back was turned to Aemond with the means to walk back to the red keep if you needed.

Your betrothed only chuckled, catching your arm to turn you into his chest. “Don't you trust me?” his question was stupid and you were well aware that he was just trying to tease you. “You have the largest dragon in the world that could eat you and you want me to climb in it? What if I fall or die, we are not even married yet,” you had good arguments, that much had Aemond to admit but he could be very convincing.

“How about a deal? If you fly with me I will do the thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Your ears perked up at his statement. As much as you didn't want to give in and give him the satisfaction that he knew you.

“Fine, but don't you dare do anything crazy!” You warned him before striding over to Vaghar, the old girl was already familiar with you.

Aemond followed you with a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. It surprised him every day how had no fear of Vaghar but still refused to ride with him at every given opportunity.

“Well, what now? You wanted this so come on and let's get this over with,” you snapped at him. Aemond raised his eyebrows, closing the gap you caused. He pulled you flush against his chest and pinched your inner thigh through your gown, “keep in mind that there is something you want from me.”

A smirk tucked at your lips, “oh, well, if you don't do the tongue thing then I guess I won't do the riding thing….” Aemond's eyes widened, his mind was running wild. He didn't know if you said those words on purpose like this or not – no forget that, you always knew what you were saying. You cocked your eyebrow in challenge, Aemond shook his head and laid his hands on your waist.

“You little minx, start climbing,” he instructed and you obeyed, smirking until you sat on top of Vaghar and realized what you had actually agreed on.

“Sōvēs!” Aemond commands Vaghar and the dragon takes off. You pressed your head against his back while your hands clawed around his waist holding on for dear life as Vaghar began flapping her wings. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,” your voice got higher and higher with every 'oh god'.

Aemond let Vaghar glide over the water, his right hand gently eased your hands free and interlocked your right hand with his.

The feeling of his hand comforted you. “You can open your eyes, my love,” his soothing voice called through your ear. You didn't notice that you closed your eyes, it was a reflex. Slowly you opened your eyes, what you saw was endless miles of water, not a single ship and everything was peaceful.

Your betrothed watched you closely, he didn't dare to say a word. Aemond feared you would realize what you were doing and go back to being scared.

“Ivestragī's jiōragon arlī, uēpa hāedar,” at the sound of Aemond speaking high Valyrion you turned your head. You never had the chance to learn Valyrion and therefore always had to ask Aemond what he was saying or what anyone else said. “Do not worry my love, we will ride back now.”

You lean your head back against Aemond and squeeze his hand. The man truly had a gift, he knew your thoughts before you could say them out aloud.

Suddenly Vaghar picked up speed and turned her body causing you to grip Aemond tightly once again. You screamed loudly which only amused Aemond. “Dracarys!” The blonde called out. Now that word you knew very well. Vaghar opened her maw and let the fire run free.

Aemond flew directly through the fire and you thought this was going to be your death.

Thankfully nothing happened, but that only sealed Aemond's downfall.

As you landed in front of the Dragon Pit you climbed off of Vaghar without hesitation. Standing in front of her face you took a deep breath, “you are awesome but we will never see each other under these circumstances again and you, you better work good with that tongue!” at the end of the sentence you turned to Aemond with a glare.

Back on the Red Keep, you lay in your shared bed with the Prince, him on his knees between your thighs.

“Aemond, my love could you please finally touch me?” you whined as Aemond was still admiring your pussy, how drenched it was for him.

“A deal is a deal,” with that he licked a long stripe along your folds, tasting your sweet wetness. He almost buries his head completely in you but leaves a little space for his fingers.

Slowly he eased one finger inside your puffy walls, your Prince always made sure to stretch you properly beforehand. His tongue devoured your clit while he added another finger, dipping them into your cunt and pumping them in and out. A low moan left your lips as Aemond hit your g-spot.

It felt like an eternity of pleasure that you would never want to end.

Releasing his fingers he leaned his head in, “after such an eventful day, I think you deserve to come,” before you could register his words Aemond dived in deep.

His tongue forced its way in and out of you, licking your leaking hole. Pure ecstasy flooded through your veins as his nose flicked on your clit.

Loud moans filled your chambers, your hips buckled under Aemonds touch and threatened to leave his tongue but his hand gripped your thighs to push you into him as if that man didn't need air. The knot in your stomach tightened and exploded the moment Aemond added two fingers to curl inside you, “oh god Aemond! Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” you cursed as your orgasm washed over you.

Aemond pushed you through your high and then cocked his head up with a smirk, “did I make good on my deal?” he asked in a sly tone.

“No, now get back down there,” was what you said before gripping his roots and pushing him back against your pussy. If that man didn't love you – and enjoy eating you out – then this would have gone the wrong way.

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — aemond targaryen ×fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — aemond doesn't like to dance, but for you, his wife he makes an exception...sometimes and today he decided not to, which leaves you to do the only right thing; make him jealous

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — canon level violence, a bit of smut like p in v and a little foreplay, it's dirty against a fucking wall oh but it's also a bit public like everyone could walk by, also cockblock

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — second one for aemond my loves!!! I haven't had the idea to write for daemon yet so let's see what comes to my mind — or from you (remember to follow me before requesting)!!! follow, reblog and comment !! follow @sstanhoe-updates if you don't wanna miss anything!!!

“Aren't you going to dance with me, my Prince?” you pouted at your husband who sat at the long table along with his brother, sister and mother, next to him your empty seat. Aegon was slouching his seat in the middle of the table with a cup of wine while Haelena danced around the room. Queen Alicent sat next to the empty chair that belonged to her daughter, leaving Aemond to Aegon’s right.

Aemond gave you a chuckle, “you know I do not like dancing,” he took a sip of his wine. You walked around the table, pulling your chair away and squeezed inside the space.

You laid your hand on his cheek, “not even for your lady wife?” once again pouting, with your hand still on his cheek you slowly sat down on his lap, your other hand finding a home around his neck.

“I love you very much my lady wife, however I have to leave you alone,” he sounded sorry, Aemond took your hand from his cheek kissing your knuckles.

It was nothing new that Aemond did not like to dance, but for you he often made an exception. You thought it would work with the puppy eyes, it did not, which meant you had to raise heavy artillery…jealousy.

“Fine, if my dear lord husband won’t dance with me, I will find someone else,” you huffed and lifted yourself from his lap.

He watched you leave, swaying your hips. It didn’t take long before a lord asked you for a dance which you accepted and gave Aemond a teasing smirk. Your husband was well aware of the game you played and despised the fact that it was working.

Lord Markentower had his hands on your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders, “I cannot understand why your lord husband won’t dance with you, you’re such a beautiful lady,” everything was fine until that slime opened his mouth. “Well lord Markentower, it does not matter how beautiful I am if he refuses to dance with me,” you kept your tone as polite as possible.

“Of course it does, if I had a beautiful wife just like you then I would never miss a chance to show her off,” he sounded arrogant and sure of himself that he would even get a wife to show off with this attitude.

“Are you saying that if I was ‘ugly’ then you would not have asked me for a dance?” you always hated when men downplayed a woman's beauty just because they didn’t fit their type.

“I wouldn’t have, you are correct. Who would want to dance with someone ugly?” he asked as he twirled you around. “Do well to remember lord Markentower that just because a woman does not fit your type means she is ugly.”

The voice of the young lord annoyed you to a point where you wished you would have never taken him up on that dance, but Aemond’s reaction would soon make it better.

Aemond was still sitting next to his brother watching your every move, he noticed by the way your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes squinted that the lord must have said something to anger you but you kept your cool, trying hard to make him jealous and the worst thing? It was working.

His eye caught the lord squeezing your waist a little harshly and how he pulled you closer. The action made Aemond stand up without hesitation.

Aegon watched him amused, he enjoyed watching how you knew which buttons to press with Aemond. It was different to him, Aegon knew which buttons to press to annoy his brother but yours were completely the opposite.

The young prince walked towards you with a glare directed at the man next to you.

“Excuse me, I would like to dance with my wife now,” he interrupted the two of you. Giving him a smirk you shook your head, “I am very sorry to decline your offer lord husband, you did not want to dance with me ten minutes prior and now that I have found someone you can not just steal me away,” you teased causing Aemond to roll his eye.

Lord Markentower gave Aemond a cocky smile, “the lady has spoken and I'm not quite finished with her,” you wanted to punch him in the face.

Aemond stayed calm at first and smiled at the Lord, a smile you knew meant no good. He put a hand on the lord's shoulder, pressing down, “if your life is dear to you I suggest you take your hands off my wife,” Aemond growled.

He let go of you with a fearful expression and scrambled to get away from Aemond who snaked his arm around your waist pushing you flush against his chest.

“I have this odd feeling that you like making me jealous…,” he teased and you rolled your eyes huffing, “me? Never."

Aemond shook his head and leaned down, “you have been a very bad girl…I think this calls for a punishment,” he whispered against the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to adorn your body.

Your husband smirked at your reaction and led you out in the hallway. His mother watched the two of you leave with a concerned look, she heard the whispers about you, what the Prince and his wife were doing in the middle of the hallways.

Once outside the hall, it was only for a matter of seconds before Aemond had you pushed against the nearest wall. Mouth pressed on yours, seducing you into a passionate kiss.

His hand bunched up your dress, and a surprising sound left his lips as he noticed something missing, “did we skip something this morning my love?”

Giggling, you bit his lip, “it must have slipped my mind,” you said innocently.

“Little minx,” he muttered, his hand stroking over your glistening folds, “already so wet for me, did my jealousy make you this wet?” Aemond's warm breath collided with your skin causing you to arch your back.

Aemond dipped his middle and pointer finger inside your cunt. A moan slipped from your lips as he caressed your sweet spot.

“You wanna let the whole castle know what we're doing?” his hand trailed up to your throat gently grasping it. “I wasn't the one who pushed you against a wall like a horny–,” Aemond's hand closed around your throat, cutting off the air for a second causing you to gasp.

“You little brat,” the Prince growled before he pulled you off the wall. The way he manhandled you only turned you on more, it would be described as sick by the ladies at court. His hand was still on your throat however his grip was gentler. “I wanted to be slow and help you ease into me but now I feel like you need to learn a serious lesson,” Aemond told you as his hand moved from your throat to the small of your back.

You were led to the hallway in which your shared room laid, this hallway was more secluded from the others and at this hour no one came by anyway.

His lips found yours again, they were pure addiction giving a feeling of ecstasy every time they touched you. They were as soft as pillows and you wished they would never leave you.

Your hands cradled his sharp jaw, Aemond desperately tried to open his pants as he was still kissing. He had to put all his concentration on his pants because as soon as your lips were sealed with his everything in his head was you.

Finally he got himself free and his angry leaking tip hit his clothed stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wished you could suck him off but there was no time.

Aemond broke from your kiss, in need of air, his hands howled up your dress and he took your naked thighs lifting you up to line himself right with your entrance.

“Oh god!” You shouted, you would never be able to adjust to Aemonds length in such a short time – or ever.

“Quite or do you wanna get caught?” by the clenching of your cunt around his girth Aemond smirked, “so you do wanna get caught,” he pushed his hard member inside you again, without remorse.

Alicent Hightower couldn't shake the feeling that the whispers were true so shortly after his son and wife left she followed them. She rounded the corner and gasped loudly at what she found.

Her dutiful son had you pressed up against a wall with his cock deep inside you, you were moaning and whimpering. Alicent couldn't let this get out. “Aemond Targaryen! You let go of her right this instant. What were you thinking?” she shouted at her son.

Aemond froze just like you, turning his head he looked right into the eyes of his raging mother. He cleared his throat and let you down before turning around to tuck himself back in.

“I'm sorry your grace–,” “do not worry my dear, I will have a talk with Aemond about this and his behavior, he shouldn't have seduced you to this, go rest dear,” the former Queen said now in a softer tone. You nodded shamefully and turned around to leave but not before you looked at Aemond again.

You winked at him and gave a little smirk, it was not over yet.

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑴𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — king!aemond targaryen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Aegon fleed with success and now a new King is needed, Aemond is stepping up as King making you his Queen

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT; oral (m receiving), mhmm well king!aemond is a warning I feel

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — for the sake of this story we will ignore any mistakes I made around this whole Queen and King thing — based on this fanart — tbh this has series potential, I have a lot of ideas

Aegon fleed successfully and now Kings Landing is in need of a new King.

Aemond Targaryen would rule, his children would be the new heir to the Iron Throne. He would be crowned in front of the people, in the sept, under the gods to show them who the true king is.

“But you’re not the true King my love,” you whispered against his cheek as he laid in bed next to you, your intentions were not to be mean and he knew that.

“I know,” he answered. He himself didn’t even know what they had planned and how they wanted to convince everyone he was the heir. Yes, he wanted to be king and even told Aegon that if they would be searching for him, he would let them find him.

However he had his doubts if he was even accepted as king and what if his sister the actual heir would come after his family because he was king?

“I always wanted to rule, but with all this…I’m not sure anymore,” he admitted in a quiet tone. Your hand softly strokes over his naked, pale chest. This action of yours always gave him comfort, he needed your touch.

“We will do this together and when Rhaenyra comes we will bend the knee,” you proposed. Aemond gave you a heavy sigh, “I’m afraid that we cannot do my love.”

You sit yourself up, your hand trailing to his cheek, “Aemond-,” you were interrupted by the door opening. Both of you looked at the entrance with big eyes.

Queen Alicent walks into the room, “Aemond! You have higher duties now, you cannot lay in bed until supper. You know very well today is the day you will be crowned,” she stated and motioned for a few maids to follow her inside.

She looked at Aemond, “you will be king,” then her eyes flicked to you, “and you will be queen.” There was no room for argument.

You pulled the duvet over your breasts to shield yourself from the queen's eyes, a part of the blanket was over Aemond’s member. The soon to be king rolled his eye, “do you mind turning around mother? We would like to get dressed.”

The woman huffed and turned her back to the married couple before leaving. Aemond gave you a reassuring smile before standing up to get his clothes.

The maids helped you get dressed, you had already chosen a specific dress yesterday. It was a black satin dress with red lace, a slit through the middle of your chest which allowed everyone to see the rounds of your breasts. The dress however did have long sleeves and fell down to your feet.

Aemond was the one who said you should wear a black dress with dark red lace, he wanted you in the traditional Targaryen colors.

When you were finished with dressing up and putting on your jewelry you walked into the throne room alongside Aemond. Everyone was already waiting for you, for him. Left to the throne you saw Haelena with her children, you could imagine she was glad that Aegon ran away.

Alicent walked up to the two of you with Otto Hightower trailing behind her. “My dear, please go with Otto. Aemond, you and I will ride in the carriage,” she ordered and waltzed past you with the expectation that Aemond would follow her - which he did.

That left you with Otto and his cold demeanor, “please follow me,” he said and began walking away into the direction of Haelena.

“When do you think you and your wife will have a child?” Alicent asked her son. Aemond kept himself from rolling his eye, “soon mother, we are working hard and at the looks of it we will know for sure by the next moon.”

He knew his mother tried to lighten up the tension in the carriage, it was thick enough to slice with a sharp knife.

The carriage came to a stop in front of the sept, the folk already there. His mother stood up and touched his cheek gently, “you will be a good king,” she reassured him before stepping out and leaving him alone.

After a few minutes the door opened and Aemond stepped out. Knights made two rows and marched into the sept leaving room in the middle. Music was played and the nights pulled out their swords and lifted them in the air, forming a triangle shape above them.

Aemond came in and slowly walked down the way, his head held high and eye searching for you. Behind him the knights took their swords down.

Finally he came to the end of the path and found you, but he had to keep his gaze on his mother who stood on top of the stairs in her familiar green gown. She looked powerful on top of the stairs, intimidating.

Aemond Targayren walked up the stairs and stopped in front of his mother, she laid her hands on his face guiding it down to give him a soft kiss on the forehead.

Alicent stepped to the side, now Aemond stood before the high septon. He got down on one knee, the septon spoke his words and wet Aemonds forehead with holy water. The septon gave ser Criston Cole the crown of Aegon the Conqueror, the knight stepped before Aemond and sat the black crown with red jewels on his head.

“Aemond Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm!” he announced.

Aemond stood up, he looked at the septon who bowed his head, the Criston and Alicent who did the same, his gaze landed on you and Haelena both of you following, lastly was Otto Hightower who got a challenging glimpse from Aemonds eye and then bowed his head.

Slowly Aemond turned around, ser Cole raised his voice again, “Aemond Targaryen, the new king!”

The crowd cheered and Aemond took a moment to admire it then he got his sword out and lifted it into the air.

The Seven Kingdoms had a new king, right or not the folk only saw him.

The feast in the throne room ran at full speed, Aemond sat on the Iron Throne while the people danced or congratulated him. You could see how tired he was and wished for him that this day would end soon.

“I have an announcement to make,” Aemond suddenly raised his voice, causing you to look at him surprised, “I have given this much thought....My wife, my love will not be queen consort,” there was a heavy pause and you held your breath, “she will be the queen regnant. My wife will be my equal, she will be able to make decisions without me.”

Everyone was shocked. Most men looked at Aemond with disbelief, they wondered how he could give a woman so much power while the women in the room looked pleased minus Alicent.

Then the door opened and in walked a knight with a golden crown with red rubies, aside from the color and stones, it looked exactly like Aemond’s. A way to underline that he wanted you to be his equal.

Your mouth was dry, you had no words. Aemond gently took your hand and guided you in front of him. A servant came running to put a pillow before your feet as Aemond looked down as a sign for you to get on your knees.

Doing as he wished you kneeled down, “Y/n Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm,” were his words. You were stunned he took Targaryen as your last name, yes you were married but to many you're still known as Lady Tyrell.

Aemond laid the crown on your head, “do you promise to protect the Seven Kingdoms with all your power?” he asked you. “Yes, your grace, I do,” you answered.

Your husband gave you a proud smile as he helped you stand up, “the queen of the Seven Kingdoms!” he announced the room was silent until a woman started cheering and the others followed her.

“Come, we have to sit on the throne…,” Aemond whispered against the shell of your ear. You looked confused as he took you with him to the Iron Throne, he sat down and pulled you along with him, seating you on his lap. You gently stroke his cheek, “my love, do you realize what you just did?” you ask him carefully.

“I made you my equal, my queen. I love you,” Aemond said, his tone full of adoration for you.

Nothing made you want to sleep with Aemond more than him telling you he loved you. You leaned in against his head, “how long do we have to stay here?” you asked, confusing Aemond in the process.

“I’m not sure, are you tired? Do you not feel well? Is it all too much?” Aemond instantly began worrying which had you giggle uncontrollably, “no, my love! But I do feel a certain pressure…here,” you had taken Aemond’s hand and guided it down to your cunt. His eye widened at the realization, quickly he looked around to make sure no one saw your action which had you smirking.

“You know how much I love riding a dragon, it would be a shame if we’d be stuck here for hours,” you whined playfully. The king knew exactly that you chose the words wisely.

“I think I’m quite tired, let’s retreat,” he said and you could feel how he got hard under you. “Can I have everyone’s attention please? Thank you. My wife and I will retreat for the day. We thank you for celebrating this joyous day with us and hope to have you stay on our side. Good night,” Aemond said loudly, the people clapped after he finished his speech and as you walked through the crowd people bid you goodnight.

“That was very king-like,” you praised your husband, “mhm and you were not very queen-like with your naughty tongue,” he retorted with a smirk.

You looked at him with innocent eyes. “I think it is time that you plead your loyalty to your king,” Aemond said, the smirk still present on his plumb lips, “on your knees,” he demanded, his voice strong and with no room for arguments.

Within seconds you were on your knees in front of him, he undid his trousers and let them fall to the ground. His hard cock sprang free, his leaking tip hitting his lower stomach. “Hands stay behind your back,” he warned you. Aemond’s hand fisted your hair to make sure he was in full control even though you both knew you could stop him at any given time.

“Tongue,” at his demand you stuck out your tongue. Aemond placed his angry tip on your tastebuds, stroking them. He pushed his length along your tongue until he entered your throat, a gagging noise could be heard from you which only spurred him on.

A heavy groan left Aemond’s lips, his muscles relaxed and his eyes fell shut as the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. The king was still holding back, he knew how hard it was for you to adjust to his size.

“You feel wonderful my love, I wish I could have my cock in your mouth at all times,” he whispered in a low voice. The fine hairs on your neck rose up, his voice always felt alluring to you, like a siren singing her song to catch the poor sailors. All you wanted in this moment was please him, please your king, now and forever.

You chased his praise and moved your head deeper into him, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat. Aemond snapped, his will to go slow now completely gone.

He thrusted his hips roughly against your mouth. Drool dripping down your chin, it got harder for you to breath with every thrust he made, desperately you tried to breath through your nose.

Tears flowed from your eyes. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth and tears running down your cheeks, my good little cockslut,” Aemond praised you, his voice cracking as your tongue licked on his thick vein. Your eyes focused on his stomach, your full attention on making him feel good when suddenly your head was yanked back.

“Look me in my eyes when I fuck your throat,” Aemond ordered with a low growl, as you looked up your eyes widened. Aemond One-Eye had taken off his eye patch revealing the royal blue sapphire that adorned his face.

Aemond knew he didn’t have to hide from you and how much you loved his sapphire eye. You couldn’t break your gaze from Aemond’s sapphire even if you wanted to, it had you in a tight grip…just like your husband.

“Fuck, I can’t come in your mouth…not today, today I will make sure to leave my cum in your tight little cunt, make sure you’re round and full with my heirs. I will keep you stuffed the whole night.” He pulled your head from his cock in a swift motion, you were still looking up at him as his cock landed on your face. Your king coated your face with your own spit mixed with his precum.

“Stand up,” he demanded, grip still tight on your hair. Aemond towered over you as you stood to your full height, he gave you a sinister smile. Tilting your head back, Aemond licked a long stripe along your face, collecting your salty tears, “mhm…your tears taste divine.”

A shaky breath left your lips at his action, “are you wet for you king?” he asked as he kissed down your cheek to the swell of your breasts. “Yes, yes, so fucking wet,” you confessed tipping your head back in pleasure. Aemond loosened your dress, you were completely relaxed and let him strip the dress off your shoulders.

As the dress fell off your body Aemond admired your beauty. He adored you and couldn't believe how he had gotten a beautiful woman like you.

“Lay on the bed for me,” he whispered, his lips barely grazing your skin. Doing as told you laid down in the comfortable king size bed. You tried to calm your breathing as Aemond slowly took off his clothes, putting everything but his belt aside.

The king walked around the bed, tying your hands with the belt and a smirk on his perfect lips. The wasn't too tight but tight enough to leave marks. Aemond loved to mark you up and you both were aware that you wouldn't complain about it.

“Now, I'm going to show you what happens when you tease your king.”

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Show Me How - meeting him might be the best to ever happen to you. He showed you things you've never thought you'd try, he learned you to stand up for yourself and be confident. For Bucky Barnes you were an angel, a savior and maybe the one he's been searching for all his life.

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Your Arms Are Home - steve and you split over a year ago, but still you end up in his bed most night, he was addiction. Then on the other side there was Bucky; Steve's bestfriend who is always there when you needed him and was the perfect uncle...you need them but one could be your ruin and the other your happy end. You couldn’t have both...or could you?

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Aemond Targaryen

Riding With the Dragon – Aemond wants you to ride with him on Vaghar, but you always avoid it until he makes a deal with you, you take a ride with him and in return he does the thing with the tongue you like so much

-> normal!aemond | one-shot | smut | fluff

Dancing with the Dragon ☆ – aemond doesn't like to dance, but for you, his wife he makes an exception...sometimes and today he decided not to, which leaves you to do the only right thing; make him jealous

-> normal!aemond | one-shot | fluff | smut

My King – Aegon fleed with success and now a new King is needed, Aemond is stepping up as King making you his Queen

-> king!aemond | one-shot | fluff

Be My Valentine

-> modern!aemond | drabble | fluff | event

Thankful for You

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Until all Waters Break

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Paparazzi – life with aemond is always risky...but not just because of his status in society. No, more because he likes doing risky activities...

-> actor!aemond | one-shot | smut | angst

Daemon Targaryen

Special Gift

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Joel Miller

Thank God You're Pretty — you love joel, but god he can't cook. Meaning it's time that he learns a thing or two! However having a daughter who finds it quite amusing could make things difficult.

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