Aemondās wife bursts into tears if she knows heāll be away from her for longer than half a day. Often times Aemond just sneaks quietly in the mornings without waking her up, his heart breaking as he presses a soft goodbye kiss to her forehead. When he finally returns home, she instantly jumps into his arms, legs gripping at his waist as she holds his face and plants sweet kisses all over his cheeks, his good eye and his scar, Aemond cupping the back of her head and pressing her into an open mouth kiss, his grip on her tighter as she starts melting into his touch.
Aemond used to not know how to handle his wifeās ways of sticking herself to him whenever they were in public. Once, during a diplomatic feast held in honor of House Baratheon ā a peace offer of sorts after he annulled his promise to wed one of Lord Borrosā daughters, his wife would not stop touching him. She was either caressing the back of his head, clinging to his bicep with her head resting on his shoulder, or running her hand innocently up his thigh, her chair scooted up as close as humanly possible to Aemondās, the Baratheon lords and ladies feeling mocked thinking her affections were a gratuitous display meant to rub it in their faces that a Targaryen-Baratheon union was never actually in the books. That evening, once the noise around the table had heightened considerably, and prompted by multiple sour looks from his dear mother and Otto, as well as by Aegonās impossibility to hold in his laughter at the sight of the two of you, Aemond turned to his wife grasping her delicate hands into his. Her happiness at the gesture was immeasurable, being none the wiser as Aemond let out a small sigh and asked her to tone it down with the touching or they could risk breaking a war right there in the ballroom. She took such offense at his words, that she could not even beginning to fathom what to say in response, as she just nodded, disheartened, tears stinging at the corner of her eyes. Aemond felt awful at his wifeās quiet and restrained demeanor during the rest of the night, his attempts to caress her naked shoulder in order to comfort her met with a recoil on her part. He knew he fucked up as he noticed the Baratheon lords drunk off their faces, not one paying them any mind anymore, one of Borrosā nephews, emboldened by several cups of wine, even going as far as to ask his wifeās hand for a dance. As he watched his Lady twirl and jump with a bear of a manās hands on her waist, he felt his bile rising and vision blur around the edges, angered at his idiocy and shamed by his lack of appreciation for her love. When his wife returned to her seat, Aemond pushed his chair until it knocked into hers and kissed her where she stood, a hand griping her hair and pulling her head back so he could lay his hand on her collarbone. With the exception of a few stares and some hooting from Aegonās direction, the rest of the feast continued peacefully, his wife returning to him to nest into his arms.
Following that evening, Aemond vowed to cherish his sweet wifeās affection whenever and however she wished to show it. In the privacy of their chambers he reveled even more into her gracious ways, for he never saw her as clingy as others might have put it, but rather as his savior that showed him how good it felt to be loved as such, seen as such, longed for, at all times.
Although Aemond never attempted another public making out spectacle again, he made sure to let his wife know, that if he could, he would never spend a second away from her, his worshipping of her happening with his mouth between her thighs, his prayers dutifully answered as she shouted for the Seven.
Note: Ok I donāt know if what I wrote works as headcanon, but I was nursing a cup of wine lol and once I started writing I got really into it. Hope you enjoyed!
I take requests for the HOTD characters: smut, fluff, angst - drabbles, reactions, imagines etccc
Ok so I am very new to the whole fan fiction publishing thing, but I would love to practice my hand by writing some smaller things. So if thereās anything youād like to read, hit me up with an ask! Iām up for a lot, but if itās too weird or too difficult to write, Iāll kindly pass š
Willing to write for all HOTD characters, but Aemond, Daemon, Aegon are most appreciated š also willing to try to write for whatever pairings/ships, also character x reader
I should be working, but I canāt help imagining Aemond helping his wife get undressed in the evening, slowly unlacing her corset as she holds her hair to one side, placing soft kisses on the back of her neck, her shoulders, and then all the way down to her tailbone. He doesnāt take the laces off completely, letting the dress sit at her waist while he snakes his arms around the sides of her torso under the thin piece of shift, her skin adorned with goosebumps from the cold touch and the arousal, as he cups her breasts, taking his time to feel their weight in his hands, gently pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. He would be pressed against her, feeling himself grow harder with each soft groan that escapes her mouth, finally letting her encumbering skirts fall down and allowing her to properly feel how hard she makes him, the familiar stiffness emboldening her to let out a loud moan, followed by the softest please, Aemond. Hearing her whispers, he would grow emboldened himself, one arm now gripping her waist, while the other settles around her throat as he continues to rut into her back, the act completely soaking her underclothes. Heād turn her around, his hand still at her throat, now squeezing gently as he kisses her, mad with lust and love and so much desire for his sweet wife. With the tent in his pants now pressing at her front, itād be her turn to start fumbling with his laces, his cock bouncing like a spring as his pants drop to the floor. As she feels him smirk into her mouth, she knows sheās in for a long night, the thought confirmed as Aemond breaks from her mouth and throws her over his shoulder carrying her to their bed, one cautionary slap on her ass, for their night will not only be long, but also wild and and carnal and burning with uncontrollable passion.
Notes: My first Aemond fic. English is not my first language.
You are Prince Aemondās chamber maid, assigned to clean his rooms in the mornings. His and Princess Helaenaās are the only chambers you take care of as part of your cleaning duties, and you thank the Gods for your work placements each time you hear stories about Prince Aegonās treatment of the women in his service. It too suits you just fine that you hardly ever see Prince Aemond, as he rises early to catch an hour or two of training alone on the grounds below, so you rarely meet, and if you do, while in his chambers, heās curt and politely dismissive, paying you no mind at all.Ā
It was snowing heavily that day and the previous dayās rain flood had turned to ice, making the courtyard unfit for training even for the most stubborn and capable of knights. As you gathered your buckets and rags and made your way towards His Highnessā chambers, yourself trying not to slip on the damp and frosty halls leading up to the farthest, more isolated part of the Keep, you found your heart rate quickening, your breaths more shallow - and you knew the strain of the effort was not to blame, yet all the same you could not wrap your head around the reason why the prospect of possibly bumping into the Prince for once was making you so nervous.Ā
Reaching the familiar door, you set down your bearings, tapping your knuckles on the wood, gently at first and more forcefully a second time, as you heard no noise or any semblance of a response in return. Hand on the door knob, you decided to push in, praying to the Seven that this silence meant the Prince was as such otherwise occupied, and that you will be spared from having to face him.
Occupied he was, alright, you would eventually figure out, as you entered the dark but airy rooms he inhabited. Taking in your surroundings, you noticed the open windows, the noise of the biting cold winds hardly covering the ruckus of the snow plowers working outside, eyes finally settling on the figure writhing in the bed. He didnāt hear me knock, you finally registered, feeling obscene as you took him in. There he laid, silver white hair all splayed out on fine cotton garbed pillows, chest bare and muscled arms working away underneath the covers. You promptly turned red at the recognition of his actions, letting out a loud yelp which proceeded to awake the Prince from his reverie.Ā
His closed eye had sparked open at the intrusion. His hands stopped in their pace, as his head snapped towards you, the heat on his face, once proclaiming his arousal, now darkened into a brighter red - shame, anger, you couldnāt tell, yet at the instant his eye had met yours, you rapidly turned your back to him, kicking a bucket in the process and dropping on your knees in expectation of your punishment.Ā
You could feel hot tears starting to pour from their ducts, as your whole body felt on fire despite the chilling temperature in the room. You wanted to apologize, to explain yourself, yet the words died in your throat, never making it past your lips, let alone into the Princeās ears. Eventually, you heard him let out a loud sigh followed by the smacking noise of his feet descending on the cold stones covering the floors. āGet up,ā you heard him utter, surprised at the softness in his voice, as you bid his command.Ā
With your back still at him, you gave it another go at explaining yourself, the tears on your cheeks and the shakiness in your voice betraying your otherwise convincing words. āForgive me, my Prince, I did knockā¦ twice actually, but, butā¦ you see, I expected the silence, and, and, andā¦ I wanted to get on with my duties, my Prince, I am terribly sorry for my intrusion. It is most unbecoming of me to witness such, suchā¦ suchā¦ā the words dying, yet again, in your mouth, as you did not even know how to speak of such matters, much less so, in front of a member of the royal family.Ā
āTurn around,ā you heard him say next, this time more forcefully, after a long silence in which you stewed in your own shame and fear. Facing him again, you tried to look him in his eye, and his eye alone, yet your gaze inadvertently shifted as you became so aware of his naked form, completely on display before you. You gulped slowly, making sure to keep your expression placid and disinterested. He is toying with me, just like Aegon does with his maids. It must run in the family, you thought.Ā
Previously seated on the edge of the bed, Prince Aemond was now standing, in all his might and making his way towards you. With his feet firmly planted on the ground, each step he took was slow and languid, a predator coming to inspect its cornered prey. You abandoned all attempts to look him in his face, just as he had abandoned any semblance of modesty, his long taut legs drawing your attention, even more so than his now, only half-hard cock.Ā
He came so close to your figure, you swore you could have grabbed him with just a slight lift of your hand, the proximity both frightening and exciting in a manner which you could not understand. Prince Aemond was inspecting your face, his eye moving across your own, down to your lips, around your hair, finally down to whatever hint of breasts you had in your drab uniform. You closed your eyes shut as you felt him inch his way towards your neck, dropping your head towards the ground. His whispers just below your ear were preceded by a groan. āMmm,ā the noise he made flipped your stomach in a familiar, but rarely fulfilled sensation. āYou found yourself in quite a situation I fear. You see, I truly did not appreciate you barging in like this, forcing me to stop like that, and wellā¦ I suppose, if I canāt take out my release in fighting today, I must find some other way, donāt you think?āĀ You opened your eyes at that, contemplating whether you should nod, drop on your knees in forgiveness again, or wait for his next move.Ā
Seeing his fully hard again cock left you little time to think, as you felt him press into your side, just enough to make its presence known. With your mouth agape, you raised your head to stare into his face. I will not show fear, you thought again, suddenly noticing for the first time that morning that he was not wearing his eye patch. As you studied the sapphire placed in lieu of his eye, you began to see him as he was. You cocked your head to one side, your scrutiny of him evident, as you too made note of his luscious locks, parted lips and strong nose. Even in this moment of terror, you were forcefully overcome by the glaring and imposing beauty of your Prince.Ā
It was his turn to feel overwhelmed by your stare, as he took a few steps back, the touch of his manhood on you evidenced only by a small wet spot left on your work apron. He was looking at you with a curious glaze in his eye now, as he made his way towards the chair beside his bed. You shamelessly peered at his tight buttocks for a few seconds, letting out a small exhale as you understood the Prince was preparing to put on his breeches, discarded on the backrest sometime during the previous night.Ā
Without turning to face you and grace you with another glimpse of his member, he spoke again, in probably the most assertive manner yet that morning. āDo not fret. I am not my brother, I do not take pleasure in having my way with plain little scullery maids, but mark my words if you interrupt me ever again, you will have wished I was as considerate as my brother when I am done with you.āĀ
He looked at you once over his shoulder, his fingers fumbling to tie his breeches. You held his gaze strong, and nodded once, not profusely and apologetically as you might have just mere minutes ago, but with a certainty that suggested you understood his words very well.Ā
āIāll leave you to your work.ā he finally muttered, pulling his white chemise and his black boots on, avoiding your gaze as he made his leave, shutting the door purposely on his way out.Ā
You were left stunned and shaken to your core, as it took you some good ten minutes to compose yourself enough to start your duties. Your work took twice as long, as the pressure in your lower belly made you dizzy and warm, no possibility of release apparent as you bent down to clean the window sills, knelt on the cold stones to scrub the dirt, and caressed the cotton sheets as you made your Princeās bed. It took a lot of strength to not bend down and smell the comforter, yet you ultimately gave in and planted your face in the exact spot that just mere moments ago covered such delectable gratification.Ā
You pulled yourself out of your daze quickly enough after that. You forget yourself, you thought, he is the Prince, I am but a servant. You gave a final once over to the room, deciding that everything was in order and staggered your way towards Princess Helaenaās rooms.Ā
Later that evening, before taking your supper, you headed to the Grand Sept. You lit a candle, you prayed to the Seven. You asked for a harsher winter. You ignored the fluid pooling in your small clothes. You asked for icier grounds. You asked for another morning with your Prince.
Note: again, this is my first Aemond fic and among the first fics Iāve ever published. I would love some thoughts &/or advice ā„ļø
