🕊𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 ! 𐐪𐑂 18+! 𐐪𐑂 aemond targaryen's silly rabbit. no he does not call me that. i'm a cozy romantic with an addiction to hot chocolate on snowy days. my ask box and messages are open if anyone wants to ramble or chat - i love hearing from you all! you can also contact me there if you have any questions or concerns.
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I just can’t believe they killed Luke. I mean, I knew he was going to die cause I wanted to know what happens to the blacks, but I wasn’t prepared for him to die. He was 13. He was my son. LOL. And I have to say, I’m upset that Rhaenyra was not good at being Queen, she was doubting herself and letting man rule her again. I would definitely have cut Daemons hand. He was supposed to be on her side. But I guess man never change.
But I guess that’s what they wanted to do with her character, maybe she will take the lead for her revenge now. She has to kill Aemond, even though it seemed that he didn’t want to kill Luke.
Don’t mind me. You said something about wanting to talk.
i'm gonna keep it real with you. until yesterday, i had only watched the episode through gifs. seeing all the jokes had made me thinking "wow! lucerys' death can't be that bad!"
next thing you know i'm sobbing into my oat milk cookies and cream icecream because rhaenyras little boy got chomped. i was also peeved about how daemon just stomped all over rhaenyras ideas and proclamations as queen. and when he laid his hands on her like that? pls i wish she had him beheaded!! now that rhaenyra is motivated to fight a war i hope to see her taking the reigns more, in her war crime girlboss era <3
i'd love to see the series take a different direction from the book and have her kill aemond. yes, he's my beautiful boy. but i also want rhaenyra to have her revenge so... many thoughts many thoughts
ough i know this response is late but if anyone has anymore hotd thoughts or whatever send em in! (but as of now fic and matchup requests are closed) I'm not sick anymore so i'll be able to respond to all of your asks quickly :)
𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @lepoulpe-blog
𝐚/𝐧: i’m sorry it took me a while to get to this, thank you for your patience! i’ll match you up with…
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 !
☆ jacaerys is drawn to you at first by your shy demeanor but stays once he gets to know your fun side. you both share a lot of witty banter and love making the other laugh. no one else understands your many inside jokes.
☆ he adores spending quiet moments with you, happy to watch and admire you while you daydream. it’s one of the few moments of peace the prince gets, and he’s sure to appreciate them.
☆ when heading to sleep he’ll read a book with you, and likes being read to as well.
☆ he’s very respectful and attentive to your needs, always supportive while keeping your boundaries in mind.
☆ if you both have an argument it can be difficult, especially since he shares that stubborn streak of yours. but your mutual love always prevails, and any disagreements are worth resolving so you can spend time together again.
☆ although he likes having you be his dates to events and such- if you’re ever overwhelmed or uncomfortable in a rowdy place, he’s quick to sweep you off your feet. vermax is probably close by and jace is willing to take you anywhere you feel safest.
☆ you’re both fiercely protective of one another. whenever people cast judgment upon the legitimacy of his blood you’re quick to defend him. truthfully he’s used to it and prefers to ignore those people, and feels a bit embarrassed to have you fighting his battles. but when a time comes to defend you he appreciates your past efforts with more understanding.
☆ jace’s family think you’re a great fit for him, and rhaenyra is especially relieved to see he has someone so supportive of him. lucerys can’t help but think that harwin would’ve approved of you as well.
Drunk reader: aemond would u still love me if i were a worm 🥺👉👈
Oh ffs
yes I had to guys, I had to. I had just settled in to write some smut and then this appeared in my inbox lmfao
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Word count: 588
Aemond x drunk!reader | drabble | I couldn't not
"Y/N, slow down." Aemond covered your goblet with his large hand as you eagerly hoisted the pitcher of wine to pour another glass for yourself.
You pouted at your husband; half tempted to spill some wine on him anyway. "I am not drunk, Aemond."
"You sound quite defensive." He slid the goblet along the table, out of your reach. "Also, that," He gestured to the wine jug you held, "is a vase of flowers."
"Ah."
"Indeed."
You carefully placed the bouquet back, misjudging your aim, and sending the vase tumbling over the edge of the table to the ground with a clatter. Aemond tsked at you as servants hurriedly gathered to clear the mess of petals and water.
You sent him what you hoped to be a withering glare, though it probably looked more like you were about to vomit. You grabbed the actual pitcher of wine, looked longingly at your glass so far out of reach, before taking several gulps directly from the large silver flagon.
Aemond cursed, reaching for you, but not before you had made your point of hardheaded independence. Several seats down, deep in his cups, Aegon cheered you on. Aemond shot his brother a murderous look before he successfully wrested the wine jug from your drunken grasp.
You placed your head upon you hand sulkily, eyeing your husband with deep sadness.
Aemond returned your morose look with a quirked eyebrow, the corners of his curved mouth twitching.
Several moments passed, the sound of Aegon refilling his own cup mocking you.
"Aemond, if I was a worm, would you still love me?"
A heavy sigh from your husband was your only answer.
"Your wife asked you an important question, brother." Aegon tittered from where he lounged with one foot upon the tabletop. "Worms are deserving of love just as we are." He raised a toast to his own wisdom and drank.
You watched him, envious, before turning back to Aemond, your lower lip jutting out.
Aemond, for his part, looked wearily from Aegon to you. Your eyes welled with emotion. "You wouldn't, would you?" A hot tear made it's sad way down your cheek. "You'd leave me, you wouldn't love me anymore."
"Now look what you've done."
"Oh do shut up, Aegon." Aemond hissed at his brother, rising from his seat to come to your side. You were crying in earnest now, raising both arms as Aemond lifted you into his.
Walking was out of the question, so Aemond carried you bridal style to your shared chambers. Aegon's call of "Worms are people too!" Echoing along the stone corridor as he moved away.
Entering your bedroom, Aemond tossed you onto the mattress of your bed, where you bounced several times before lying still, staring with wonder at the arched ceiling.
He undressed you, unlacing your corset, removing your shoes and stockings. Once finished, Aemond laid beside you, caressing your cheek, wiping away the tear stains with his long fingers.
"If you were a worm, I would love you all the same." He intoned, his voice bemused but soft.
"Truly?" You sat up, swaying slightly as you looked at him, joy written across your features.
"Truly."
He grunted as you threw your arms wildly about his neck, kissing every part of his face you could reach. "Oh Aemond, you are the most wonderful husband!"
"I have one condition, however, if I am to love you after you transform."
You pulled back slightly, apprehension hitching your breath. "What is it?"
"You must warn me beforehand."
"I promise." You said, with utmost sincerity.
Aemond smiled, shaking his head fondly at you, before giving you a swift kiss to your forehead.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+; pure smut; aemond being possessive; sex in a public place (sort of?); rough sex; mentions of execution
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: afab reader with she/her pronouns; riding; king!aemond au; drabble
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: even the ruthless king of westeros has his needy moments. but those are exclusive to you alone.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 920
𝐚/𝐧: here 's a fic where y/n rides almond on the iron throne! if you've sent in a request and i haven't gotten to it - i'm so sorry; writers block has me in a tight grip rn. i can't guarantee when i'll get certain rqs done at this point, but i'll try my best. ty and enjoy <3
It was such a simple question.
“If I’m your queen, why don’t I get a throne?”
The young king was surprised hearing that, for in his mind the answer was obvious. He, Aemond Targaryen, was put in the world to finally sit on The Iron Throne after years of meticulous preparation from the sidelines. On the coveted seat of blades, Aemond would loom over the kingdom with the spine his father lacked. His first year of being king was almost over and he had already lost count of those he commanded and executed on his throne. You, on the other hand, are his queen of beauty and love. His pretty, adorable thing of a wife he wants nowhere near the bloody mayhem his job required.
As for your throne, he supposed, his lap felt most fitting. Especially now, his grip on your hips tight while you eagerly ground against his crotch. Your breath was hot against his ear and Aemond began to grow dizzy, pressing sloppy kisses down your neck just to make you mewl so sweetly again. It was incredibly gratifying having you after such a long day, confined to glimpses of you around and about the castle in that damned dress. One he had specifically made for you that clung to your curves like honey. The silk cream-colored gown was shoulder-less, a v-shaped gap of skin teasing and squeezing at the valley of your breasts. Only he could touch you like this, groping your covered breast and watching your hardened nipple poke through the fabric like a little prize. If you both hadn’t been in the throne room, he would’ve simply torn the dress off himself.
“So is this the urgent matter you had to discuss with me, alone, husband?” You giggled, looking down at your lover with fluttering lashes.
“Well,” Aemond growled out, making you gasp as he roughly hiked your dress further up your legs, “I certainly didn’t summon you to tease me more than you already have.” “Someone’s fussy,” you tutted, “and impatient!” You squeaked, feeling the last of your undergarments torn off, exposing your aching cunt. Being his dutiful wife, you were no stranger to Aemond’s more carnal tendencies- but never on The Iron Throne of all places.
Aemond made quick work of untying his trousers, silently cursing himself for how clumsily his fingers moved. It was the best he could do, feeling dizzy and lightheaded trapped between his seat and your adorable flushed face. Only you could appear so innocent while sliding your pussy along the top of his cock, obscene squelches echoing louder in the isolated throne room. Although you appeared to grow restless and hastily lifted your hips, before you could finally sink onto his cock, two large hands grabbed your waist to hold you up. When Aemond shook his head sweetly you whimpered, your husband shushing you as he placed you on his thigh. On instinct you began to rub yourself again, Aemond clearly too distracted by his love for watching you squirm to concern himself about future stains.
“A-Aemond,” you stuttered out, ceasing your sloppy grinding, “Are you sure this is- fuck- is this okay?”
“What do you mean, my love?” “It’s The Iron Throne,” you whispered as if you were telling a secret.
“Yes. It appears it is.”
Before you could elaborate, his hands shifted your hips, a wave of relief hitting you when you felt his cock tease your folds again. “And who sits upon the throne?” He asked loudly, revealing a rare hint of cockiness in his voice.
“You do- ah! Aemond!” A lewd moan left your lips without your permission, Aemond inching his cock into you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your eyes shut in pleasure, that familiar intoxication of him filling you to the brim making your head spin.
“That’s right, sweet girl,” Aemond told you, trying hard to keep his composure as he ran a hand through your hair. “And who are you?”
“I’m your wife.”
A smile graced his features upon hearing your immediate answer, a single violet eye blinking at you so mundanely.
“Precisely.”
You wondered what his intentions were, what silly game he was playing, until he began bucking his hips into yours, one hand clutching your ass while the other forced your face to look at his. Releasing a yell that the guards, if not the entire castle must’ve heard, your embarrassment meant nothing when you began bouncing. Did it really matter how loud you were, with Aemond Targaryen as a husband?
“And,” Aemond began, his hand leaving your face to play with your clit, “Whose cunt is this?”
“It’s yours,” you mewled out, “All yours, Aemond.”
Suddenly his pace grew merciless, a chorus of slapping skin competing with your loud moans in the dimly lit hall. Your eyes began to roll back, and your hands clutched his shoulders in a grip bound to leave bruises. When he hit your g-spot you forgot how to think.
“My throne,” Aemond grunted out.
“M-My wife,” He continued, composure breaking when you milked his cock so thoroughly.
“My cunt-” Aemond growled, keeping eye contact as he watched you orgasm, before feeling it when your pussy squeezed him in a vice grip.
“Fuck!” He yelled, bucking into you as he came to ensure none of him would drip out.
You collapsed onto his chest, panting while Aemond held you close. He rubbed gentle circles on your back, looking down at you with adoration.
“So, sweetheart,” Aemond panted out, “How’s that for a throne?”
Also I finally checked out your about meeting page and we’re into all the same fandoms which is pretty cool lmao (when you followed me I died a lil bit cause wow)
i'm delighted to hear that! it's always great finding moots with the same interests <3 if you have any rqs for those fandoms or just want to chat feel free!
OMG I JUST FINISHED HOTD AND I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I HAVE TO WAIT TWO FUCKING YEARS FOR MORE OF MY TARGARYEN BABIES LIKE WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO WITH MY LIFE UNTIL THEN?!?!
Now I’m tempted to read the book because I need to know what happens next
i know i'm a few weeks late but holy shit. two years without my greenies will destroy me. i just hope we get a lot more aemond scenes in season 2, especially after his *cough* oopsie <3
i've actually just started reading asoiaf series, i'm still on the first book but i'm enjoying it! several more books until i can read the hotd story though 😭
hey y’all - i’m sorry it’s been a while! my health kind of took a down turn recently but now that i’m recovering, i’ll get back to work on fics and requests :) so sorry about the delay and please bear with me (I’m about to redesign this blog in a state of graphic design hell <3)
my deepest apologies to newcomers on my blog who have walked into a construction site. links are currently messy so please refer to my pinned post, and not the links on my fics. thank yewww
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