AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM!READER RELATIONSHIP HCs (SFW & NSFW)
Warnings: NSFW/smut. Didn’t proof-read so.... Ummm, m’yeah
Tags: @its-actually-minicika (there ya go, bestie)
- OK so let's get one thing out of the way real quick: Your status would not matter AT ALL to Aemond. When this boy falls in love, he falls hard, and all logic leaves his brain.
- That being said, it would take time for Aemond to develop feelings for someone. Years of being the target of ridicule forced him to develop a glacial façade. He is withdrawn, and prefers the company of books to that of people, whom he keeps at an arm's length.
- So at first Aemond would be rather cold towards you. Gentlemanly and courteous - but distant. Despite being completely intrigued by you, he wouldn't show it, thinking there is no way that you would be interested in him. He's used to people being repulsed and frightened by his scar, so he would avoid you simply because he doesn't want to get hurt.
- To be honest you would probably find him intimidating at first. Not at all because of his scar, but rather because of his cold aura and the quietly confident way he carries himself. That and the fact that he rides the biggest, oldest and scariest dragon in the realm. (Look, dragons are super cool and I love them, but realistically and personally I'd probably piss myself if I came face to face with one, especially given how unpredictable they are.)
- Slow burn and mutual pining is how things would go for a while. Stolen glances when the other isn't looking, a few pleasantries being exchanged here and there, and a lot of built up tension between the two of you.
- Surprisingly Aemond would be the one to crack first. Because eventually he'd notice the way you look at him - not with repulsion, or pity, or greed, but rather with admiration and affection.
- The fact that you get on well with both Alicent and Haelena only adds to his already high opinion of you. You, his love interest, having a good relationship with the two most important women in his life is honestly so important to Aemond.
- That being said he would "test you" at first. Not out of malice, but he has been bullied and hurt so many times that he wants to make sure you won't end up breaking his heart.
- So one day, he'd conveniently "forget" to put on his eye patch, just to see your reaction to the full extent of his scar.
- By then he'd be somewhat familiar with your daily routine (because, let's face it, months would have had to pass for Aemond to even consider his budding feelings for you). So he'd know that you spend most of the time in Haelena's private quarters, happily keeping her company and playing with the children.
- So he'd simply walk in, pretending he has something to discuss with his sister. Even if his gaze would remain fixated on you, hawk-like and seeking any sign of disgust on your face.
- Not gonna lie, at first you would be a bit shocked - but only because you've never seen Aemond without his eye patch on. But your expression would shift into one of fascination almost immediately. Because yes, that scar looks painful and you'd like nothing more than to kiss it better, but also... He has a pretty sapphire replacing the missing eye.
- You'd be giving him the bedroom stare without even realising it. Like it would be so obvious your brain stopped working for a few moments there. Legit no thoughts, smooth, no wrinkles, flatline. Just a chorus of little chubby cherubs singing Aemond's name somewhere in the depths of your subconscious.
- And just like that, the prince would know that you are as attracted to him as he is to you...
- Cocky gorgeous motherfucker mode activated. It's officially flirting season. Have you ever seen Aemond flirt? I mean, nobody has but you're about to witness it full force from the receiving end. Spoilers: He's insanely good at it. Which shouldn't surprise anyone, given his passion for reading.
- It would all start with a knowing smug smirk. Honestly, were it anyone else, you'd find that overconfident expression so annoying. But this is Aemond Targaryen, and you've never seen his gaze light up like that.
- Let's not forget this man is a prince, highly educated and also a momma's boy. So he'd want to court you properly, like the goddess you are, no expenses spared. Clothes, jewelry, books, and your favourite sweet treats - you'd find them in your room. Each present would come with a beautifully handwritten note from Aemond.
- And he would seek you out more and more, until you two would develop a routine of sorts: morning strolls through the garden, enjoying breakfast together. You would sometimes join Aemond for his daily lessons, or watch his training sessions with Criston Cole.
- By then the Greens would consider you part of the family. Haelena would call you "sister", Alicent would treat you like a daughter, and even Aegon would be (somewhat) nice to you. Otto Hightower, biggest scheming bastard to have ever schemed - would take a genuine liking to you. As in he'd have a bitch assassinated for his granddaughter in law (cause, look, knew you and Aemond are meant for each other from the moment he met you, he's an observant old shit mkay).
- Aemond, reading to you, Haelena and her children every night. Like a story time of sorts, if you will. An innocent enough gesture, but his voice is just so raspy, yet velvety - a soft timbre, that commands attention. Not to mention Aemond would look absolutely stunning in the candlelight - silver hair spilling on his shoulders like molten silk, his striking profile concentrated on the pages of a book, his mouth bearing the slightest hint of a smile.
- Ok enough with the slow burn, let's get to the good stuff:
- The first time he would make his affections publicly known would be during a ball. You'd be wearing one of the dresses Aemond had gifted to you - specifically tailored to enhance your natural body shape, embracing every curve and falling down your hips in a cascade of lustrous silk. You know, the sort of dress that manages to look both classy and seductive. Aemond himself would look dashing in his finest attire, all princely grace and youthful strength. All night he would be by your side, one hand placed delicately on the small of your back, letting every man there know you are most definitely taken. And you would dance together, and talk, and laugh... It would be the first time Aemond feels at ease at a formal event. No longer paying any mind to the judgemental stares cast his way, or the cruel gossip about his scar. Because you are there, making him feel cherished, desired and admired.
- Once you express your wish to retreat for the night, Aemond would escort you back to your chambers, like the perfect gentleman he is. And although he wouldn't expect anything in return from you, the chaste kiss you would place on his scarred cheek as a parting gift would make his heart ache with joy and desire.
- So before you could turn around and disappear into your quarters, Aemond would sneak an arm around your waist, and swiftly press his lips to yours in a gentle union. He'd cup your cheeks in his hands as if you were the most precious thing in the world, and taste your sweet mouth like a connoisseur sampling the finest of wines.
- Aemond’s kisses are very deep and passionate, yet gentle at the same time. His lips are so soft, warm and addictive. He’s the sort of lover who always leaves you craving for more - always retreating before things can go too far.
- Makeout sessions in the library, in the garden, fleeting pecks on your cheek when he passes you by.... This man can’t get enough of you, to be honest. That being said, unlike his brother, Aemond is very discreet, and prefers to engage in this sort of intimate acts when there is only the two of you.
- Very touchy, but gentle. He loves holding you in his arms, and laying his head on your lap. He’ll hum in contentment if you play with his hair, or stroke his face. Babyboy is addicted to cuddles. He will spoon you in bed, bury his nose in your hair and fall asleep like that. It’s the closest thing to paradise Aemond has ever experienced. Cuddling the prince is especially nice because honestly he smells amazing - clean, woody and musky, with the barest hint of smoke.
- I hope you like oversized lizards because Aemond will 100% introduce you to granny Vhagar. To be perfectly honest, the first time you met her, you were positively pissing yourself - like the only reason why you didn’t run in the opposite direction was the prince’s gentle hold on your hand.
- You might not be a Targaryen by birth, but old girl Vhagar ends up adoring you. You’re so small and adorable in her eyes (but like, all humans are small when compared to a Behemoth like her). And she can sense just how much you mean to her rider, so she’s also extra protective of you. And so is Aemond in case that wasn’t obvious.
- Did I mention your prince is a big simp? Legit he just loves everything about you, and you can do no wrong in his eyes. Will address you as “my lady” and fuck up a bitch if they so much as look at you the wrong way.
- Aemond would 100% want to marry you - with or without his family’s approval. Luckily he need not worry about that, because Alicent is very supportive of your relationship. She’s never seen her younger son so radiantly happy before, and that means the world to her. Aegon himself would encourage his little brother to propose to you.
- The actual proposal would be incredibly sweet. Aemond would be super secretive about it, planning everything quietly for weeks. One day, he would randomly (or so it would seem) ask if you would like to go riding with him, and of course you would eagerly accept. Because let’s be honest, you would trust the prince with your life, and the prospect of riding an actual dragon is pretty darn exciting. He’d keep the destination a surprise, though.
- After a glorious flight around King’s Landing, Aemond would direct Vhagar to one of the verdant hills flanking the city. Once there, he’d chivalrously help you off the dragon’s back - only for you to notice that a little picnic had already been set up for the two of you. The blush on your cheeks, and the pure joy in your eyes would make Aemond’s heart flutter almost painfully - making him wish he could be the source of your happiness until his last breath.
- Your would share delicious food, talk, laugh and enjoy one another’s company. But Aemond would seem uncharacteristically nervous, flustered and unable to look you in the eyes. And you would worriedly ask if he’s alright. The prince would give you an almost sheepish smile, take both of your hands into his and bring your knuckles to his lips. He’d tell you how happy you make him, how every moment spent with you is a blessing from the gods, and how you presence has soothed the storm in his heart. Then, he’d admit that he cannot imagine a life without you, and finally ask you to tie your destiny to his, and become his wife.
- Not gonna lie, Aemond is secretly very insecure, so he would be fully prepared for a rejection. But the moment you would accept, practically jumping in his arms and almost toppling him over, he’d feel like a fucking god. Here is the most beautiful woman in the entire world (because that is exactly what you are to him), and she is all his, to love and protect, to cherish and worship. Aemond would kiss you like he’d never done so before, hungry and all-consuming like dragonfire, and present to you a gorgeous golden ring with the Targaryen sigil on it. It would fit perfectly on your finger, as if it was always meant to be there.
- Alicent would greet you both back at the castle, and engulf you in a warm motherly hug, welcoming you into her family. Because of course she’d known all along what her youngest son had planned for you, and she was genuinely proud and happy to call you “daughter” from that day forward.
- The wedding itself would be a lavish event, attended by everybody who is anybody in Westeros and beyond. No expenses would be spared, and your wedding gown would be a work of art, practically sewn on your body, enhacing your natural shape. And Aemond - my gods, he would be a vision in his ceremonial attire, radiating power and the self-assuredness of a dragon. The wedding rites would be performed in accordance to the tradition of old Valyria, a communion of blood between bride and groom.
- OK, just to get this out of the way, Aemond would adamantly refuse the bedding ceremony. He’s not gonna have his lady wife disrespected and turned into a spectacle. And, to be perfectly honest, he wouldn’t want to be turned into a spectacle either.
- So, after the wedding celebration, your husband would lead you to your shared chambers, and make sure to let you know nothing has to happen, if you don’t feel ready for that. You would hush him with a kiss, and tell him just how eager you are to spend the night in his arms.
- Aemond would smirk against your lips, allowing his hands to wander all over your gorgeous body. You woulld undress each other slowly, admiring every inch of exposed flesh.
- This man had never been more grateful for having been dragged to a brothel by Aegon than he is now. On one hand, he wishes this was also his first time, but on the other hand... He knows how female anatomy works, and what would bring pleasure to a woman??? Not to mention he’s probably been reading some very naughty and restricted books in preparation for this night, just saying. Dude does his homework, thank the Gods. Being teacher’s pet and a scholar never paid off more than now.
- First thing Aemond does after laying you on the bed is kiss a slow sensual trail down your body, from your neck, to your chest, to your belly...Lower, lower, until his lips find your core.
- King of eating cunt, I don’t make the rules. He’d start slow, with soft long licks that send jolts of electricity throughout your entire body. The taste of you, the noises you make, the bucking of your hips - they’d drive Aemond feral pretty quick. He’d practically bury his face in your pussy, and devour your like a starved man, piercing your entrance with his tongue, as the tip of his nose presses against your clit. Low growls would rattle deep inside his chest, sending vibrations to your very core.
- I’m pretty much tempted to say your first night together would pretty much be spent with Aemond’s head between your thighs, and his deft fingers expertly stretching your cunt. You would be a bebbling, trembling mess - overstimulated and misty eyed. Actually, no, this IS how your first night together happened. It’s all about you, and Aemond definitely doesn’t end up cumming from the sound of your desperate moans alone.
- Don’t worry, though, because you’ll have time to make it up to him the next night, when your husband shows you how to pleasure him with your hands and your mouth.
- When he does end up taking your maidenhead, though, Aemond makes sure to prepare you thoroughly. Edging you for hours, until you are relaxed, extremely aroused, and practically begging for release. It would still be a little painful at first, but nothing like the horror stories you’ve heard from your fellow lady friends, or the septas.
- The prince would set a torturously slow pace at first, allowing you to adjust to his girth, as he buries his cock to the hilt into your cunt over and over again. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin would fill the bedroom, punctuated by your needy whimpers and Aemond’s deep grunts and growls. And once you plead for him to go harder, your dutiful husband will proceed to fuck you into the mattress with enough force to make the bed rock. The tip of his cock would hit that sweet spot inside of you with each deep thrust, prompting your walls to flutter around his girth as wave upon wave of intense pleasure washes over your entire body.
- Turns out he’s a pro at whispering filth in your ear too: “You’re taking me so well, issa jorrāelagon (my love)” “So tight and wet for me.” “My good dirty girl.”
- This man is a giver, so he won’t cum before you do, even if he feels like he might actually die with the way your cunt is gripping at his cock. It’s a delicious torture he is more than happy to endure, though.
- Climax would hit you full-force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body goes rigid. The pleasure would be more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before, and you’d find yourself clinging to your husband for dear life - his own trusts becoming more erratic with each spasm of your tight sweet cunt. It wouldn’t take long at all until Aemond spills inside of you with a hoarse grunt, before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.
- Once the aftershocks would subside, the prince would roll the both of your over, so that you would be laying with your head on his chest. You’d fall asleep to the sound of Aemond’s heartbeat, and the gentle caress of his fingertips on your shoulder.
