𖧞 she/they 𖧞 part-time writer 𖧞 aegon II targaryen’s apologetic slut 𖧞 aemond targaryen’s secret admirer 𖧞 rheagon and daemyra defender 𖧞 this is a side blog 𖧞 I write for other fandoms, but this blog will be solely for house of the dragon/game of thrones content 𖧞 stories will be posted on tumblr and ao3, updates will be posted on twitter (links available below) 𖧞 I have love for both team black and team green, I will not choose sides 𖧞
just a small update so no one thinks I just ghosted lol things have just been hectic with my birthday happening last week (I’m 28 now ohmg) and just not feeling too great (health stuff), so I put writing on pause—but I’m back at it and working on finishing up the 𝑓𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 story hopefully in the next week or so ♡︎
just realized that when criston and harwin start throwing hands, aegon backs away and aemond reaches for him to push him further away to safety, going so far as to stand between his older brother and the threat.
they've already internalized their roles as king and protector so much so that even as children they fall into them instinctively, wordlessly, and you expect me to be NORMAL about them???
About: Aemond just really likes eating his wife, even when there’s a servant knocking on their door to wake them up to get ready for a mid-morning event.
Includes: explicit sexual content!
Note: hello reader! I love this place because we’re all allowed and encouraged to go a little feral for the young prince. my crush on him is insane. I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! huge shout out to all the content creators and writers on this platform as you’ve all inspired me to jump on this train ♥ have an idea? I’m open to requests!
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“Good morning my beautiful wife,” Aemond whispered against your throat, his body still warm and heavy with sleep. Dipping his head he kissed the little hollow at the base of your throat, murmuring something intelligible. Beneath the covers his hands slid over your form. Despite the gentleness his calloused touch still snagged along your silken nightgown and skin.
You stretched beneath the blankets slowly, luxuriously, wakefulness fluttering to your senses like the slow seep of buttery sunlight filtering in the room. “It’s barely dawn,” is all you replied. Yet, still, you smiled.
“And it’s only by the grace of the mother that I’ve waited this long,” he teased, nipping your neck.
Update: How To Keep Seeing My Smuts & Other Writers'
As per Tumblr's New "Community Label" Update
Hello! I've seen other writers make a post about the new update, so I wanted to make one of mine to notify my readers.
As you may know, Tumblr is pushing a Community Label update in which users are allowed to filter the content they want to see. While this is highly beneficial for those who want to avoid seeing content they aren't fond of, this can make you stop seeing the smuts a lot of writers in this community create.
If you want to keep enjoying our smuts:
For Website:
Go to Dashboard Settings, and click the Show circle in the Community Labels section on Mature content. Do the same for Sexual themes. You can choose whether to tick the options of the other choices or not.
Image taken from @writerpeach <3
For Mobile:
Go to Account Settings, then choose Content you see.
Go to the Community Labels section and click the arrow beside Hide on Mature. Then, click Show for both Mature and Sexual themes. Again, it is your choice if you want to tick the Show button for the other choices.
Thank you for reading, and reblog to spread the word!
𝐀𝐍: been a while since I wrote something and this idea really came out of nowhere lol I was inspired by this gifset [x] and kept picturing Aemond with tattoos and being very dominant and possessive so I wrote this. it was meant to be a short drabble but I can’t shorten shit to save my life - hope you guys enjoy, as always feedback is welcomed and appreciated! ♡︎
“Yes, what?”
His deep, gravelly voice boomed into your eardrum even over the heavy rock music blaring from speakers throughout the bar, stirring the growing ache in your gut.
Aemond chuckled sinisterly in his throat, the heavy hand that once rested on your thigh snatched you by the jaw, tilting your head back. He stared down at you with his icy violet eye and the scarred, sapphire one, grinning devilishly and boy, if it didn’t make your heart flutter.
“Yes, sir.”
Your hips twisted slightly, skin rubbing the leather bench through your fishnets and a whimper escaped you, the slight pain from his fingers piercing into your jaw with a vice made you pathetically wet, more than expected.
He snickered, watching the pleasure unfold on your face and he’s quickly reminded that you’ll do anything he asks of you because you’re his.
“That’s my good girl.” He purred, gently running his thumb across your chin as he released your face from his grip. “C’mere.”
You leaned forward and lifted your leg over him, his arms guiding you into his lap. He sat back, watching you turn and straddle him, settling your ass against his black jeans.
“You know what I want, and you want to make me happy, right?” He teased, his hands sliding up and down your thighs, squeezing your flesh and dusting his fingertips under the hem of your skirt.
You nodded furiously, gazing at the ends of his platinum hair hanging down his chest, admiring how they glowed around his porcelain face. His perfectly chiseled jaw clenched, accentuating his soft pink lips but you bite your lower lip, taking a deep breath.
If you did what you desired first and kissed him on the lips, he would be very displeased and you took immense pleasure in pleasing him, in serving him. Aemond wanted you to tease him, kiss all over him, make him hard.
Swiftly dipping your face into the curve of his neck, you kiss along the large, eccentric tattoo on his throat, hungrily licking and sucking on his smooth skin, peppering kisses in between.
“Hmm…” His guttural hums vibrated into you, splaying your hands across his muscular chest and tucking them beneath his leather jacket. “Say it, baby.”
The warm air swelters around you, mixing in the heavy bass of the music and sweaty bodies dancing and drinking nearby, and two of Aemond’s bodyguards stood on either side of the vip section you two sat at, so it was safe to say there wasn’t privacy.
Eyes are everywhere, but they are especially glued on the owner of the bar and his girl.
Now that you were on top of him, you suspected more people were looking, but Aemond never cared, he enjoyed showing you off in public and he knew you delighted in it too, even if you were shy about it.
He craned his head to the side, giving you better access to his neck and jawline, moaning hoarsely as you take his ear between your lips, sucking on the sensitive skin. Listening to him vocally melt under your touch left you with a sense of pride.
Aemond’s bruising clutch roamed behind you, fisting your ass roughly and boldly beneath your flowing, short black skirt. Whoever was watching him grope you had a free show of your ass covered by only black fishnets. No panties on—Aemond hated those.
“Mmm, say it.” He growled, uttering the demand once again.
Whimpering, you let out a frustrated groan, twisting your fingers into his cotton black shirt and Aemond relished in how you squirmed; impulsively, his palms spanked you repeatedly and your sharp cries echoing into his ear only encouraged him to hit harder. You could picture the bruises that’d appear tomorrow as the stinging sensation radiated through you.
“I’m yours,” you breathed, “only yours.”
“You certainly are, and don’t you dare forget it.” He groaned, his hands making their way under your skirt and resting at your waist.
It was his full intention to get you riled up, practically salivating at the thought of him being inside you, owning your body, and if he wished to fuck you in front of all these people, you wouldn’t be able to refuse.
Nothing got Aemond excited like flaunting you around and making others jealous; envious that they didn’t get to touch you the way he did, that they didn’t have a passionate lust like you two shared for one another. You and Aemond fit together, and that’s why...
“You’re my property. You belong to me.” He growled, putting pressure on your hips and subtly pushing them down, as he turned his head and latched his mouth to yours, kissing you sloppily.
His hot mouth moved lithely against yours, sucking and nipping your lips, devouring you as he massaged your tongues together. You moaned into him, whining and unconsciously rutting your hips back and forth.
The wetness that leaked from your core spread between your folds, dampening the front of his pants as you continued dry riding him, and soon enough his cock grew harder under the denim, poking your cunt at the perfect angle for you to thrust against.
“Fuck…” He cursed against your lips, curling his large hand around your throat, choking you lightly and pushing you back to break the kiss.
“Aemond, please.” You begged through gritted teeth, clawing at his arm frantically.
You desired more of him, craved more. It was difficult to describe his control over you, it had no bounds, and you had an absolute devotion to him that terrified you. The mocking chuckle that erupts from his chest has your cheeks blushing warm with embarrassment, heart racing as your eyes lingered on his dimples.
“God, I love when you beg.” Digging his fingers into your skin, he leaned forward, inhaling the honey vanilla scent along your throat and playfully nipping your jaw with his teeth. “My needy girl, how bad do you want it?”
His raspy, teasing tone raised the hair on the back of your neck and you swallowed hard, swiveling your hips in a steady motion. It’s barely audible but Aemond growls like an animal and your gut clenched from the vibrations.
“Do you want me to fuck you right here, (y/n)?” Gripping the side of your neck, he pulls your face lower to his, his breath softly blowing over your ear. “Hmm…you want me to bend you over in front of all these people and shove my cock inside you?”
His vulgar words raised goosebumps all over you, feeling as if your body was on the verge of exploding from the sexual tension. Aemond could tell by the choked moans spilling from you meant you were on edge and very willing to let him follow through on what he wanted to do to you.
“I could tear these strings apart so easily. Is that what you need, babe?” His hand instantly dropped from your face and slapped your ass, releasing a sharp gasp from your mouth as he gripped tightly and tugged at the strings with his fingers. “Do you need me to rip these to shreds and fuck your tight cunt for everyone to see?”
Your hips continued grinding against him, rubbing your semi-covered clit but there wasn’t enough friction to get yourself off. It was clear you were becoming insanely desperate for him to grant you the relief you were seeking.
“I don’t care anymore. I need you. Please Aemond…” Your pleading whines turned to muffled cries as you stuff your face in the crease of his neck, your hand finding his head and tangling your fingers in his silky locks. “Do what you want to me, daddy.”
That singular word and your voice singing it into his ear turned Aemond on like a light switch. An intense snarl ripped from his chest as he aggressively pulled at the strings covering your ass, tearing a few of the tiny holes wider, exposing more of your plump flesh.
He quickly reached between your bodies and unbuckled his belt, letting a hand wander under you to find your bare pussy dripping onto him, his calloused fingers gently brushing the wet bundle of nerves, your mind becoming dizzy.
“Hey, boss!” A tall man shouted as he approached you and Aemond from the bar.
You moaned in Aemond’s ear, still moving your hips and sliding his fingers between your slit, working to create that stimulation you needed. Aemond, unfortunately, wasn’t moving his hand anymore and his attention was taken by his bodyguard.
He removed his hand from your cunt and grabbed your hips hard to stop your movements. The man leaned down in Aemond’s ear and whispered about business—something about a man here to see him, but the man came empty handed. You raised your head to see Aemond roll his eye in disgust then nod and wave away his guard.
“Babe…I’m going to have Antonio take you home. I have to handle some things.” He murmured, sitting up and softly pushing you off of him.
“What? Aemond, wait—don’t tease me then leave me like this. I-”
Panic seeping from your voice, eyes darting around as your brain scrambled for an excuse to get him to say. Aemond chuckled at your babbling, trying to pry you off of him but you weren’t budging.
“Fuck me. Please, Aemond. Fuck me on this table, in front of all these people. Let them hear me scream your name, daddy.” You pouted, staring at him with wistful eyes.
Grabbing his hand, you lifted his knuckles to your lips and kissed them, glorifying each metal ring with your mouth, continuing to kiss up his pale, vascular skin.
The combination of praise and hearing you beg him to make you cum, even at the expense of other people witnessing the degrading act, nearly convinced Aemond. You were about two seconds away from bending over the table behind you, revealing your entire ass and cunt to him and the two guards nearby.
It was worth it to have him defile you in public and release you from this fierce titillation.
He shook his head, hoisting you down to his side on the bench and standing tall, towering over you.
“You are so cute when you beg like that, but waiting is exactly what you’ll do for me.” He insisted, taking your hand in his to help you stand up beside him. “Tony will take you home and I’ll make it up to you when I get there.”
His arm scooped around you and pulled you against his chest.
“You’re going to behave and listen to me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll do all those things I talked about and more.” He cooed, leaning down into your ear. “My only request is that you not touch yourself. I want you to be yearning for me like this when I get home, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” You pressed your thighs together, fire tingling in your belly, reminding you of the throbbing ache in your cunt that you had to ignore for now.
You need to put more tags on your story! The tags you put are not the most popular (aegon ii targaryen x reader, aegon ii targaryen x you, aemond targaryen x you and more like this)
You can guide yourself by using the tags that other writers put in their fanfics. Because really if it wasn't for me following you, I wouldn't have known about your story. I hope this helps
whoa, you know that could definitely be it as well. my other stories were aegon ii x reader, aegon ii x you, etc. stories so I tagged them as such. the recent story was an oc, not reader, so I didn’t use those tags, but that makes why not using those more popular tags gave my story less viewership.
thanks so much for letting me know, it certainly helped a lot to realize that going forward when it comes to tagging ♡︎
Know that you have a (shy ☺️) reader out here who loves your stories!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
thank you so much, that is so kind of you to let me know — I appreciate your readership a lot, shy and all ♡︎ reading that was definitely the pick-me-up I needed (I’ve been taking a small break but working on a request at the same time so I can get back in the swing of things soon :))
