𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: it was fate − you’ve always belonged to aemond targaryen.
⟢ ˖ ˙ 𓂃 warnings: minors dni. smut, brother!aemond 𝓍 little sister!reader, afab reader, profanity, incest, cunnilingus, size kink, innocence, blood + gore, dark themes, pet names, obsessive & possessive behavior.
༘ ༊·˚ odette’s lil note: hello! i was bored as fuck when i wrote this… pls reblog & comment − they’re all so much appreciated, mwa ♡ !
IT WAS FATE, WRITTEN INTO THE STARS OF TWO SOULS.
aemond targaryen always called you his pretty girl, kissing your pouty lips which were blushed with a hint of rosy balm, claiming your first kiss − which later, had you giggling like a little girl.
“tell me that you’re mine,” he’d said, his voice a deep, low murmur into your ear, leaning over you to brush his plush lips against the side of your flushing cheek, “my sweet little sister, my future wife,” he’d coo adoringly, so sweetly, so full of devotion − you couldn’t help but fall in love with him.
you also couldn’t help but fall for his tricks, his devious ways of nature, unknown to you.
your pretty doe eyes, full of tears, feeling him wrap his strong, lean arms around your small frame, cradling you against his chest like a newborn babe, softly rocking you back and forth, “shhh, byka jorrāelagon, all will be right − i will make certain of it,” he vows, promising his heart to you. (little love)
sobbing girlishly, you cling to your big brother, letting him hold you lovingly, “but she will be your wife!” you wail, fat tears continuously falling down your flushed cheeks, soaking into the black leather of his doublet.
aemond instantly shook his head, “no, i will not marry her, my love − i swear this to you.”
still, you cried and cried and cried, clutching at your big brother, appreciating his presence as he dotes on you, nurturing you to soothe your precious tears, your fragile heart.
“do not worry, sweet sister − i shall set the world to fucking flames before i marry anyone that isn’t you… this, i promise,” aemond swore, his violet eye darkening and the sapphire stuffed into his left eye socket glistened with the need for vengeance, for violence, for that baratheon whore’s blood.
AEMOND TARGARYEN KNEW YOU WERE HIS SOULMATE.
growling, aemond continue hungrily lapping at your drooling cunt, listening as you mewl his name over and over again, dainty little hands fisting his long, silvery platinum locks, bucking your hips up against his face − a regular pastime for the two of you.
“the sweetest of fruit,” he purrs, wiggling his tongue further into your little fuckhole, tasting the forbidden fruit of your juices on his tongue.
“you taste of the sweetest wine that even those lannister cunts could ever offer,” he muttered darkly, reaching up to begin rubbing circles into your swollen, puffy little clit, his one-eye looking up at your angelic face, watching as your pretty, flushed face twists in agonizing pleasure, reaching your peak quickly.
messily, aemond presses his face more deeply into your cunt, licking and slurping up your release, inhaling your feminine scent obsessively − and oh, he cannot stand it, he cannot stand the fact that you’re not yet his lady, his beloved little wife.
“soon, my darling − i shall be yours and you shall be mine,” he promises, making his vow as he starts peppering gentle, loving kisses across the soft tufts of hair across your mound, humming in content as he thinks of the many, murderous ways to solve his problems.
YOUR VERY SOUL DROWNS AEMOND INTO THE DARKNESS OF MADNESS.
aemond aches for you, desperately − he swears, if he’d died, if a person spoke of you over his grave, he swears to every holy entity that nothing would stop him from digging out of his grave and crawling his way back into your loving embrace.
nothing can keep aemond targaryen from you − not even some baratheon bitch, as he flies to storm’s end on vhagar’s back in the middle of the night, with the intentions of murder.
and when aemond slyly sneaks his way into the keep of storm’s end, stealthily, just as a predator would, entering his falsely intended’s chambers − mercilessly, he swiftly slits her throat, not an ounce of remorse on his emotionless face.
then, he makes his way silently into each of the rest of the baratheon sisters chambers, slitting each of their throats too, his eye burning with the thirst for blood.
once he has completed his task, smirking as he flies back to the red keep to celebrate with his face pressed in between your plush thighs, before shoving his cock into the tight, wet warmth of your cunny, he cannot help but release a maniacal laugh into the open night sky.
meanwhile, vhagar roars furiously, sounding thunderous, echoing her rider’s victory.
can i just say? i genuinely feel as though i am hated in the hotd fandom / community − nobody talks to me, barely interacts with me… i am so lonely on here. i am only still on here to write for my favorite fictional character, which is aemond targaryen − but other than that, this “community” is so lonely & toxic & truly breaks my heart nearly every time i log on.
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sweet talker − that’s what you are, so delicate, so precious, so ripe for the taking, he must have you.
“let me accompany you, sweet girl,” coriolanus says, more like a command, which you comply so obediently, not wanting to risk his rage, making his cock harden in his pants.
this could work − you, his sweet darling girl, always ready to please him, his cerulean eyes always watching as you wander around, picking ripe berries, humming a melody softly to yourself.
“i can feel you watching me, corio,” you call over your shoulder, plucking more berries to put into the wicker basket, and he can’t help but by amazed by your beauty, so fragile in nature; unbothered.
in the deepest, darkest part of him, he wonders how you’d do with your own babe − surely, you’d be a nurturing mother, just as he always dreamed of for you.
coriolanus clears his throat gently, walking over to stand behind you, bending down so that the tip of his nose brushes against the lobe of your ear, “let me have you,” he pleads, his big, masculine hands now gripping your waist, possessively, tenderly, desperately, “i need you,” he croons softly into your ear, watching as you pluck a raspberry into your mouth.
fuck, he cannot help but watch the side of your pretty face as the juice of the berry coats your plump, plush lips, leaving a glossy shine afterwards.
you hum, twisting your body slightly as you look up at his towering form, admiring his sharp, dangerous beauty, “no,” you croon softly, nearly making him moan loudly at just the sound of your sweet, delicate voice − so perfect, so untainted, so fresh, all his.
“please,” he begs, moving around to stand in front of you completely, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, “please, just a taste.”
you giggle, reaching up on the tips of your toes to brush your berry coated lips against his, hearing him practically purring at the fact that he was getting what he always wanted.
but suddenly, you pull away with a small, coyish smile, your doe eyes sparkling mischievously, “you’ll have to beg better than that, coriolanus.”
babygirl, i missed you mooore ! ♡ are u kidding?! i hope all is well—if not, please feel free to privately msg me anytime! im always here now, lurking in the depths of this hellsite… lol .
★ ⎯⎯ demon!aemond wants nothing more than to possess you, his dream girl.
𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: first time posting my writing here (i’ve had other accounts, but due to life.. i’ve decided to start fresh). obviously, do not read if you’re a minor, thank you. ♡
𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mild smut, dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, innocence kink, manipulation, cunnilngus, fingering, sexual tension, possessive & obsessive behavior, pet names, romance, fluff—any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.
“are you an angel?” you asked dreamily, your voice soft and sleepy as your long eyelashes fluttered, soft like pillowy clouds.
the demon gave a small, breathy chuckle, though didn’t give you a verbal response—but his left sapphire eye flashed in warning.
“no, my sweet girl—but i can be… for you,” he crooned softly, bending down to brush his cold, plush lips against the delicate skin of your cheek, one of his big hands reaching up to comb his long fingers through your messy hair, like a mother’s gentle touch—lovingly.
“am i dreaming?” you asked next, causing the demon to let out another airy chuckle, his one violet eye flashing in amusement, while his left sapphire eye flashed dangerously from the moonlight that was seeping into your bedroom.
the demon hummed softly, the corner of his mouth twitching as though he thought of something that humored him, as if he knew something you did not.
still, he did not answer your question.
you pouted.
the demon’s lips curled up into a small smirk. “my curious girl—sleep, my sweet girl… i shall be here, watching over you, as i have always been,” he purred, leaning down once more to claim your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, as if it were the last time he’d ever kiss your sweet, plump lips.
for some unknown reason, your eyes pooled with tears, streaming down the sides of your face, making the tip of your nose tickle as you sniffled softly, your lips quivering as he kissed you—possessively.
the demon pulled back to stare down at you, a small frown on his face as he gently brushed a teardrop away with a calloused fingertip.
“do not cry, my sweet girl—i shall take care of you, as i always have,” he cooed once again, his voice saccharine sweet as he gazed down at you longingly, sucking the tip of his index finger that he’d used to brush a tear away from your cheek.
the demon hummed once again.
“hmm, so pretty when you cry—your tears… taste of the finest ambrosia,” he murmured, speaking mostly to himself before laughing softly at his own thoughts, offering you a small shrug.
“or… the closest thing that i can imagine ambrosia tastes like.”
you whined softly, your mind feeling fuzzy, his words confusing you more and more.
“shhh,” the demon hushed, slowly pulling your heavy blanket off of you, exposing you to the chilly air of your bedroom, moonlight shining in through your curtains and shining over your skin, as well as the demon’s long, silvery hair, making it look as though it were glowing—like a angel’s halo.
“tell me, my sweet girl—is your sweet little cunt slick with want?” the demon asked, his voice a soft rasp, gravelly and needy.
you gasped softly at his crude words, your heart fluttering inside of your chest. “n-no.. no, i—it’s n-not,” you denied in a rush, causing your cheeks to flush under his intense, one-eyed gaze—watching as he moved to crawl in between your smooth legs, pushing your warm thighs apart with his big, veiny hands almost effortlessly.
as your eyes adjusted to being awake, you finally noticed the black, leathery wings attached to the angel’s back—they were massive, as he crawled over you, before he folded them behind himself as he settled and got comfortable to lay between your spread thighs.
you looked down, curious and confused—causing the demon to smirk to himself, his innocent girl.
“w-what… what are you d-doing?” you asked quietly, nervously shifting on your bed, before sucking in sharp breath, watching as the angel—your angel—lifted up your babydoll pink nightgown.
the demon’s violet eye widened slightly, peering underneath your bunched up nightgown and seeing that you’ve chosen to wear no panties—almost like you wanted him to taste you.
your exposed, slick cunt was like an offering to him—as if he were your god and you were merely a humble servant.
the demon chuckled, “were you expecting me, pretty girl?”
you flushed.
“n-no! i—i w-wasn’t…” you stammered, looking so sweet and delicious.
the demon sighed softly. “hmm,” he hummed to himself, lifting a hand and gently tapping your mound, “you know, lying is a sin, my sweet girl,” he teased, his sapphire eye flashing menacingly.
you couldn’t speak, too embarrassed to say anything as your angel lowered his face right in front of your slick cunt and deeply inhaled, before releasing a sigh of satisfaction.
“fuck—you smell mouthwatering, i can only imagine how you taste… will you let me taste you, darling?” he questioned, looking up at you through his heavy lidded eyes, licking his lips in anticipation.
your eyes widened, your belly fluttering with butterflies. “t-taste me? i.. i d-don’t understand—“ you spoke, before being cut off by the demon’s mocking laugh, one of his thumbs reaching up to gently rub your clit, making you flinch.
“do not worry, my sweet girl—i shall take care of you,” he promised, before burying his face into your cunt, moaning at the taste of you as you practically shrieked.
the demon lapped at your wet folds hungrily, humming as he slithered his tongue into your little fuckhole, groaning as your juices pooled on his tongue, allowing him to finally taste you after so long.
“a-aahhhh, n-no, no… oh! gods,” you cried out, feeling those childish, overwhelming tears pool in your eyes once more, while your back arched up off of your bed in pure bliss.
“a-angel…!” you whimpered, feeling the angel’s plush lips move up just slightly to begin suckling on your little clit, making you wail and thrash around.
the demon chuckled breathlessly against you, before bringing up a large hand that was holding onto one of your thighs and placed it on your lower belly, holding you down. “aemond,” the demon purred against you, his voice slightly muffled by how he kept licking and sucking at your little, swollen clit.
“a-aemond…?” you whined questionably, not understanding what your precious angel was telling you.
the demon sighed, continuing to suck on your clit, while bringing his other hand that wasn’t holding you down to begin caressing your soaked folds, parting them slightly before slipping a long, calloused finger inside of you, groaning at the warmth and wetness that enveloped him, your walls fluttering at the welcomed intrusion.
“my name… you may call me aemond,” he grunted, before fucking your little fuckhole with a long finger, his pace was furious and wild, while moving his head back and forth as his mouth paid special attention to your engorged clit.
“o-oh…! aemond, a-aemond—please,” you begged, sounding so fucking pretty, aemond felt his cock twitching in his black leather trousers.
aemond continued his ministrations on your drooling cunt, slipping a second one of his deft fingers into you, curling them inside you to find that special spot, which had gone completely unnoticed due to your euphoria—fuck, you stretched around his fingers so beautifully.
once he found it, you screamed his name—causing aemond to purr as he continued gently rubbing the little spongy spot inside of your cunt.
“that’s it, my sweet girl,” aemond hissed, his skilled tongue doing figure eights on your clit, before he abruptly switched his methods—his tongue was now sliding in and out of your tight fuckhole, fucking your virgin hole wildly.
aemond began humping his hips against your bed, his cock angry and in terrible need, but he was known for his patience—two of his drenched fingers rubbed furiously against your clit, coaxing your orgasm forward to spill on his waiting tongue, knowing it wouldn’t take much more for you to come on his tongue.
you cried out, begging for mercy as your belly coiled so tightly, so close to reaching your release, almost feeling like a rubber band was about to snap inside of your belly. “oh, gods! p-please, aemond… i-i need t-to—“ you cut yourself off with a long, high pitched squeal.
aemond’s face was practically smushed against your cunt, before he became practically frenzied—moving both of his lean arms to wrap around your trembling thighs tightly, while pressing his face more so against you, his sharp nose stimulating your clit as he moved his head from side to side, while continuously fucking you with his tongue.
a few moments later, you screeched as you came, your upper body thrashing wildly, your little hands squeezing your blanket so tightly you thought you’d tear holes into the thick linen.
aemond relished in your release, feeling great pride and amusement that he was able to get you to come on his tongue so easily, as well as have you so vulnerable—to have claimed you as his.
soon, soon… he’d fuck you until you were swollen with his demon baby, he’d claim you in every single way imaginable—and the best part?
you’d have nobody to help you, he’d kill anyone who tried taking you away from him—it didn’t matter who, he didn’t care, you belonged to him and only him.
once aemond slurped up all that you had to offer, licking between your folds, while his tongue swirled around your hole once more, making sure to collect every single drop you had spilled, did he pull away—but only for a moment.
aemond gazed up at you, observing you quietly as he usually did, watching as your chest—your beautiful, perky breasts heaved as you tried to catch your breath.
“are you alright, my love?” he cooed, squinting his one-eye up at you to see your flushed face, your skin dewy with sweat and your hair a even more wild mess.
you nodded eagerly, causing aemond to chuckle and lean forward to leave small, open-mouthed kisses across your inner thighs, hearing your breath hitch, causing him to smirk.
“‘tis alright, darling—you may sleep now, close your eyes and dream of me,” he purred, before biting the meaty part of your right thigh—a claiming mark—hearing your yelp and feeling you jolt from the slight pain.
for a moment, you hesitated, not wanting to close your eyes, afraid that your angel—aemond—would disappear forever.
oh, how naïve you were.
no, aemond would never leave you.
aemond raised an eyebrow, sensing your hesitation and fear, making him lick his lips hungrily—he couldn’t help himself but be greedy with you, his precious girl.
your soul was just too sweet, too delectable—he couldn’t give you up now… oh, no, no—that just wouldn’t do.
you were his now—only his.
“you needn’t worry, my sweet. i shall be here when you wake up,” he promised, his voice a low rasp, before he leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss against your throbbing clit, causing you to squeak.
aemond chuckled.
“sleep,” he commanded, his tone of voice holding no question for argument, though he still remained soft with you, not wanting to frighten you.
instantly, you obeyed him—his obedient girl.
oh, if only his dearest mother could see him now, she would be enraged.
still… he couldn’t give you up now, not when he finally has you in his grasp—no. he couldn’t give you up, it was out of the question… you were his, you belonged to him—body, mind, heart and soul.
besides, how else was he supposed to keep feeding off of your soul?
⤷ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓! nsfw & dark content. an amateur writer. slytherin. sleepy. procrastinator. multifan. naps. fantasy & horror. little witch. in love with fictional men. aemond targaryen’s pretty little wife!
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★ ⎯⎯ aemond’s possessiveness over his little, lady wife.
◜ ♡ ⃗ ⎯⎯ [headcanons — aemond targaryen]
possessive!aemond would be so in love with you -- it was borderline obsessive. he is extremely possessive over you, and he was so fucking smug about it, too— his poor, aching cock in desperate need of your attention, always. his love obsession would nearly drive him to the brink of insanity.
possessive!aemond would constantly be thinking about you— what you’re currently doing, wearing, what favorite song you were humming, what kind of gifts you’d like to receive -- he’d think about what you smell like: vanilla, with something sweet.. perhaps, sugar crystals and lavender oils and just utterly you.
possessive!aemond would always have his attention focused on you— following your beautiful physique wherever you may be wandering off to. which, if he is with you (as usual), then his one good eye (the color a beautiful amethyst) and his sparkling, sapphire eye in his left eye socket were already looking down at you, watching your every move with a large hand on your lower back—nearly cupping your ass— while guiding you protectively wherever you wished to go.
possessive!aemond loves the size difference between you two— you’re so small and short, compared to his 6ft frame. it nearly makes him purr with satisfaction -- as things were easier in the privacy of your shared chambers, since he knew how much you loved it when he manhandled you— before fucking your sweet, little cunt brutally and without mercy.
possessive!aemond would coo, looking down at you as you lay sprawled out on his bed underneath him, hearing your whining voice and feminine whimpers, doe eyes pooling with tears -- begging for more, more, more! always the gentleman, aemond would oblige you— but only after teasing you for countless of hours.
possessive!aemond loves how delirious you become during sex with him— his pretty, submissive wife babbling a mouthful of incoherent words. aemond would manhandle you into the position of the mating press— wishing nothing more than to see your belly full and round from his seed, hoping his child would soon be sleeping soundly inside of you— their beautiful mother.
possessive!aemond loved teasing you, telling you that you mustn’t be so loud, or else you’d worry the guards that stood just outside your shared chambers, his jealousy flaring at the thought of them seeing you naked— only to find the targaryen prince ravishing his sweet wife like a fucking animal.
possessive!aemond would love taunting you, asking you— “does that feel good, sweetling?” he coos lovingly, his amethyst eye dark and dilated with desire. “can you feel me? show me.. where can you feel me, hm?” he asks teasingly, thrusting into you harshly, hearing your sharp wails as he was practically bruising your cervix. aemond would place a large, calloused hand on your lower belly— pressing down on the imprint of his long, thick cock… almost painfully, making you yelp and cry out, begging him for mercy.
possessive!aemond would deny your request, if only to satisfy his own needs -- of course, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care about your pleasure too— just that if he wanted to get you pregnant and your belly round with his child, he would have to be brutal while mating you.
possessive!aemond would smirk, thrusting faster and faster, his hips snapping against yours again and again— the loud, wet sounds of slap slap slap of his heavy, sensitive balls hitting your asss every time he would thrust back inside of your womb, echoing noises of slick skin against skin were heard throughout the chambers.
possessive!aemond could also be sweet, so gentle and so loving, too— as he would bend down next to your earlobe, sucking on it as he murmured, “are you going to come for me, sweet girl? my previous, darling wife -- fuck, f-fuck! i love you, i love you,” he would begin to babble near your ear, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck, which he licked the salty flavor off with a deep, animalistic groan of pleasure.
possessive!aemond would watch you from above, as you’d squirm around wildly at his praises, his rock-hard cock jackhammering inside of you— before both of your bellies coiled tightly in sync, one of his thumbs rubbing quick, harsh circles on your little, throbbing clit. your wails of pleasure overpowering his deep grunts as he spilled his white, hot cum inside of your fluttering, little fuck hole with a growl.
possessive!aemond would keep his softening cock inside of you for a few minutes—as if to plug you full of his hot cum—trailing sweet, loving kisses all over your flushed, beautiful face. aemond would hum, smirking as he pulled out of you after a few minutes, hearing you whine in protest at the feeling of being so empty.
possessive!aemond would chuckle in amusement, rolling over to his side of your shared bed, pulling you along with him as you both cuddled and held each other, whispering sweet words to one another. “my beautiful, sweet girl.. the love of my life— i am positive that you’re now carrying my son,” he says proudly, his voice soft but rough from moaning constantly.
★ ── modern!aemond comes home early to surprise his little wife.
◜ ♡ ⃗ ⎯⎯ [3:41 pm — aemond targaryen]
she had just finished cutting the strawberry, crème sandwiches into diagonal slices as the front door opened— revealing her beloved husband, aemond targaryen.
she hurried over to him, helping him remove his long, leather jacket, before bending down to untie and remove his black, combat boots.
once she placed both things neatly away, she returned to her patiently waiting husband and reached up on the tips of her bare, pedicured toes—which were painted pale, baby pink—and kissed his soft, pillowy lips -- humming at the minty flavor he always seemed to taste of.
“hello, my love,” she greeted him softly, after pulling away from him to continue preparing his lunch. she hummed softly as she worked, grabbing a handful of salted almonds and placing them into a tiny container for later to snack on.
aemond hummed, walking up behind her and wrapping his long, lean arms around her— pulling her back slightly so that she was snuggly pressed back against his hard, front torso— making her smile with happiness.
“my love, i need to finish making you lunch,” she says with a light giggle, feeling him bend down and press multiple kisses along the side of her neck and collarbones, where he had known she was most sensitive.
“i’ve missed you,” he murmured, nearly whining before lightly scraping his teeth against her beating pulse point, before lightly sucking on her earlobe, humming in content at the delicious taste of her soft, silky skin.
she made a giggling sound, trying to pull away as she finished cutting a few slices of apple—without the skins—just as aemond preferred, before turning around to face him.
he towered over her, a small smirk on his lips as he bent his knees down to press his lips to hers, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly— possessively.
“hm, my pretty, little wife— you are truly perfection,” he says lowly, before pressing his lips back against hers, moaning at the sweet, honeyed taste of her mouth as he slipped his tongue inside of her warm, wet mouth.
“gods,” aemond groaned into the kiss, hearing her whimper and try to kiss him back with the same intensity as he was kissing her. “i am so lucky to have you— my sweet girl, my only love,” he tells her, his voice boarding on obsessive.
“i love you, i love you, i love you— you’re mine, all fucking mine… say it,” he demands, voice deep and nearly begging—gods, if aegon ever found out that he spoke to his wife this way, he’d call him a fucking simp and never hear the end of it.
she giggles femininely, flashing him a pretty, lovesick smile as she was so used to her husband’s possessive behavior over her, “i love you, aemond— i am yours,” she purrs in a velvety voice, fluttering her eyelashes up at him innocently— like a. sweet, little virgin.
aemond smirked, before leaning around her and swiping a long finger behind her into the homemade whipped cream she had made, pulling it back and sucking the sweetness into his watering mouth with a hum of content— tasting the sweet aroma of vanilla.
“delicious,” he purred, smirking down at her before swiping another finger into the whipped cream, holding out his long, calloused finger near her plush, pink lips to give her a taste of her tasty recipe.
she gave him a look of surprise, raising her eyebrows at his teasing grin as she wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking the whipped cream off of his digit with a soft, breathy moan.
“and to think… you’ve made my favorite strawberry sandwiches too,” he says conversationally, his voice deep and husky as he looked down at her with a dilated, amethyst eye, which was burning desire.
“i have an idea,” aemond announces suddenly, watching his wife hungrily suck on his index finger, his eye darkening with lust.
aemond suddenly pulled his finger away, running the long, calloused fingers of his right hand over his wife’s exposed shoulder as he pressed her back more firmly against the large, kitchen countertop that he had built for her out of marble.
she gave him a curious look, doe eyes blinking up at him innocently and pink lips slightly parted in question. “yes, my love?” she asks him sweetly, her voice high-pitched and as sweet as the whipped cream she had made just for him.
aemond let out a soft sigh, letting his fingers brush down over the thin, pink tank-top, admiring the little white flowers decorating the thin material that covered her perky breasts— her nipples hardening as he moved down closer and closer -- before tweaking a nipple between his long, deft fingertips.
he heard her gasp softly, her back arching into him and her heavy eyelids fluttering with lust, her cunt becoming more and more wet the more time he paid attention to her.
…he drove her absolutely wild.
aemond hummed lowly, giving a nod, “how about we put this delicious lunch away for later that you made me… oh, so lovingly— and how about i eat you instead, hm?” he murmured softly, though there was a hint of darkness to his voice as he began to grind his hardening cock into her lower belly, making her whimper pathetically for him.
she gasped softly, doe eyes wide and blinking repeatedly, before nodding eagerly and already putting the lunch away for later consumption for when they were both hungry after… their activities.
aemond happily trailed after his little wife as she placed the food away, the front of his hard, clothed torso pressed firmly against her back, as he pressed ravenous kisses down the side of her neck, sucking and biting the skin as if his wife was a tasty, forbidden little treat made just for him.
she knew how aemond could get -- her husband could become nearly frenzied when it came to her, and it seemed she was in for a long afternoon of orgasm after orgasm as he whispered that he wished for nothing more than to feast on her sweet, little cunt.
“so soft… so warm, gods— you were made for me,” aemond praises in a low murmur, pressing wet kisses along her quivering thighs, breathy moans escaping his pretty, little wife’s lips as he ravished her with teasing, wet kisses— never truly touching the place where they both knew she needed him the most.
“tell me, sweetling,” he demands, but his voice is soft and teasing— almost like a lover’s caress.
“how much do you want me to eat your sweet, little cunt.. hm?” he asks conversationally, as if he weren’t pressing open-mouthed kisses closer and closer towards her wet cunt— instead, he decided to torture her with his pillowy lips and press loving kisses along her inner thighs, happily taking his time and enjoying every second of his begging, little wife.
if there was one thing for certain— aemond targaryen loved and adored his wife… and most of all, he absolutely loved feasting on her sweet, honeyed cunt -- for it was his and belonged only to him.
she whimpered, grasping the silk, crème sheets below her with her head tilted back against his pillows, doe eyes shut in bliss.
“please, p-please, please— husband, do not punish me so… i need you,” she answers breathily -- needy, breathy moans escaping her pink, swollen lips.
perhaps, he would have to have her suck his cock more often… if this is what she would become afterwards— his dirty, desperate, little whore.
the sight of her was absolutely breathtaking, delirious with pleasure, cunt oozing sweet cream and swollen lips from sucking and licking his poor, aching cock was enough to drive him insane with lust and desire for her.
he hummed, never taking his sharp eye off of her.
“perhaps.. you’re right, my beloved wife— i have been too greedy with you… mayhaps, i shall give you a treat for all of your efforts and devour your little cunt, hm?” he asks teasingly, running a long index finger along her soaked, silky folds, hearing her breath hitch and her body visibly twitch from his touch as a gush of her sweet arousal gushed out of her little fuck hole.
it seemed no matter how many times he had fucked his little wife, her little cunt remained tight— just like a virgin and just the way he preferred.
“hm, yes— i think that shall do quite nicely… don’t you think, sweetling?” he cooed, before lowering his face and running his hot tongue through her silky folds repeatedly, humming in satisfaction at her sweet, honeyed taste in his mouth.
she moaned loudly, gripping the silk sheets until her knuckles turned white. “oh, gods…!” she wails, her plump lips parting as sweet moans escaped her., her hips thrusting upwards to gain more friction from his mouth.
“aemond, aemond, aemond,” she pleaded, her voice so sweet and innocent. “please, p-please, please— do not stop, oh!” she sobbed, feeling his plush lips circle around her throbbing, aching clit— giving it the attention it so angrily demanded.
“i shall propose an idea that i think you might enjoy— i shall eat your little cunt until you come over and over and over again… and if you so much as make a sound…” he says huskily, an amused smirk curling across his glistening lips from her sweetened arousal.
“well..” he drawls, looking up at his wife’s heaving, perky breasts with a dilated, amethyst eye that darkened hungrily for his beloved wife.
“...i dare say that we shall have to begin all over again,” he murmured softly— hearing her whine in protest, making him slap her needy, drooling cunt in punishment, hearing her yelp in surprise.
“shh, shh— my sweet wife, everything will be alright,” he cooed, as if calming one of their many babes that she had provided for him ever since they’ve married.
“you must behave, my love— otherwise, i will punish you… do you understand me, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice low and soothing, though there was a hidden darkness behind it.
his wife nodded eagerly, always ready to please her husband.
“yes, y-yes…aemond! i promise to be your obedient, little wife,” she babbles sweetly, her voice needy and desperate for him as always.
aemond grinned, his sapphire eye glinting with mischief and desire. “good, good— my sweet darling, you’re already doing so, so well,” he coos again— slipping two, long and calloused fingers inside of her little, fluttering fuck hole, feeling her arousal gush around his deft fingers and her velvety walls squeeze his fingers tightly.
“hm, i dare say that you’re ready— don’t you think, sweet girl?” he asks sweetly, though his tone is anything but— if anything, it sounds sickeningly sweet and condescending.
she gasped loudly as he shoved two of his fingers inside of her, her walls clamping down on his fingers— as if to never let him escape.
“yes, y-yes… i-i am ready,” she says, her voice trembling as a small sob escaped her, her little belly already beginning to coil into knots of pleasure.
aemond hummed, looking up at his beautiful wife from between her spread legs from where he was laying between them, grinning in delight as he slowly began to pump his two, long fingers in and out inside of her oozing cunt, making her wail in pleasure.
he smirked, his mind kept repeating the words -- ‘mine, mine, mine— all mine.. my sweet, devoted wife… all fucking mine’— they kept repeating in his crazed, possessive mind.
aemond chuckled, before giving his wife’s little, aching clit a harsh suck, before kissing it tenderly as he heard her whimper in agonizing pleasure.
aemond gave a small nod, his lips forming into a small smile and his eye glowing as he took in his wife’s beauty, his cock twitching and throbbing once more as he eyed her swollen, wet cunt.
author’s note: y’all betta know…… i just had to write something for this -- my imagination ran absolutely wild with this one. i didn’t wanna write a lot, just somethin mini for myself to get these sinful thoughts outta my head… im sorry in advance. ♡ if you enjoyed – please reblog, comment + leave ur feedback! thank u & happy reading. :)
warnings: minors dni. smut. breeding kink. p in v sex (slight). fingering. cunnilingus. female pronouns. possessive behavior. dark!aemond. wife!reader. overstimulation kink. pain kink. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own – in advance, i sincerely apologize.
word count: 2,3k.
pairings: aemond targaryen x reader (f).
♡࿐ bliss.
true, undying bliss overwhelmed you, completely.
“you’re so perfect for me, my sweet girl,” aemond murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss against your forehead, lingering there and closing his eye for a moment, breathing you in.
pulling back after a few seconds, aemond observed your face closely, feeling a warm sensation tugging at his blackened heart, feeling it crack into a million little pieces, watching you gaze back up at him in awe.
there was a soft look in your doe eyes, wide and innocent and full of love.
love for him, your husband.
aemond would never admit it, but he was almost certain that the very same look graced his face too, softening his sharpened features with equal amounts of–if not more–love.
with a deep groan, aemond thrusted his cock inside your cunt a few more times, feeling your inner walls tightening around him, wanting to keep him inside and milk him dry.
a faint, little mewl escaped your swollen lips, making aemond lean forward again and capture your lips with his, kissing you slowly and passionately. the wet, warm muscle of his tongue slipped out, licking your bottom lip, before tugging it gently with his teeth, causing you to moan.
you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, pulling him flush against you – his naked, hard chest was pressed against yours, constantly brushing over your sensitive nipples, a whine making its way up your throat.
aemond smirked, reaching one hand up and tangling his fingers into your messy locks of hair, his other hand holding on to your hip to stabilize himself so to not crush you with his body.
“…mmm – gods, you were made to take my cock,” aemond purred against your mouth, slipping his tongue inside, your tongues slowly caressing each other’s sensually, neither of you in any rush.
“i love you,” you whimpered, your mouths molding together as one – perfection.
with one last gentle thrust of the prince’s hips, he squirted his warm cum inside of you, his load entering your womb.
aemond stilled his hips, your fluttering cunt sheathing his cock, making aemond throw his head back with a feral growl.
with his cock still buried to the hilt in your pulsing cunt, aemond squeezed your hip that he was holding, digging his fingertips into the sweaty flesh as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, softening and feeling spent.
immediately, he collapsed on top of you, his face nuzzled into your neck. sleepily, he started leaving little kisses against the salty skin of your neck, sucking on your pulse point, feeling your fingers gently brush through his long hair.
aemond practically purred, the feeling of your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, always a sweet comfort. “sweet girl… ‘m gonna try something,” aemond mumbled, though he did not move for a few more minutes, completely relaxed in the safety of your arms.
however, you did not mind – especially the feeling of his large cock still buried deep inside you, making your insides begin to tingle again, your belly tightening at the thought of his royal seed settling in your womb.
gods be good, you prayed silently for a son of your own to give to your dear husband.
you loved aemond more than anything – more than life itself, all that you wanted was to give him everything he wanted… most importantly, you wanted to give him all the love in the world, including an heir of his own.
suddenly, aemond slowly pulled himself out of you with a sharp hiss, not hearing you wince slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of being empty overcame you. you tried to suppress it, making your face remain neutral.
the prince simply leaned back on his knees between your spread thighs, tilting his head back and releasing a deep sigh of satisfaction. then, his head looked back down towards you, his one eye sharp and observing you, as usual.
aemond always enjoyed watching you, he liked making you feel uncomfortable, especially when around him, watching the way you’d start to overthink everything about yourself, making yourself think – was there something wrong with you?
it amused him greatly, no matter how many times he’d done it to you.
however, no matter how much the prince could be cruel, he’d never intentionally hurt you. releasing a calming sigh, aemond’s large hands moved to grasp both of your thighs, squeezing them and then shaking them a bit, watching them jiggle slightly with a twitch of his lips.
he adored your thighs.
then, his head snapped back up to look at you, his eye piercing and observing your naked figure, admiring it without shame.
the prince looked at the soft delicateness of your pretty face, down to your neck and collarbones that were littered in love bites from him, to both of your breasts which were swollen from him sucking and biting on them earlier, until you cried out his name.
you watched him trail his eye down further until he stopped at your bare cunt, watching it with an amused glint in his violet eye, his seed dribbling out of you slowly.
smirking, the prince seemed to have thought of a idea.
aemond slowly looked back up at your face, the sapphire that rested in the socket of his missing eye sparkled from the massive fireplace – although, you did not look away from him. if you knew anything about your husband, you knew how he loved a challenge, and you were not going to be the first one to look away.
no, not this time.
chuckling softly underneath his breath, aemond clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, before raising an eyebrow at you.
“will you be a good girl for me?” he asked, his tone flat but there was that hint of amusement hiding somewhere underneath.
if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the prince was up to something.
you gulped, nodding your head and started fidgeting with your hands, making him tsk at you, slapping your hands away. instantly, you stopped – nervousness eating away at you as you dropped your arms directly by your sides, waiting.
aemond hummed, nodding once before shifting his body so that he was now laying on his stomach, resting comfortably between your spread, open thighs. your cunt glistened beautifully, making aemond’s eye dilate with need and a feverish lust.
as he laid down, he could feel his cock twitch underneath himself, no doubt hardening once again. he couldn’t control himself when he was around you, you drove him nearly insane with a need to have you – always.
“my pretty little wife..” aemond drawled, his hands creeping up to rub up the outside of your thighs, his hands warm and comforting.
“you’re even pretty here, too,” he murmured, no doubt smirking as he heard you take in a sharp breath, his lips connecting to your mound, peppering kisses along the skin and across your hipbones.
he rubbed his warm, large hands up and down the outside of your thighs, closing his eye as he was merely enjoying himself – kissing, sucking, biting your hot skin into his mouth, moving down until his lips wrapped around your swollen, overstimulated clit.
you cried out into your shared chambers, one of your hands reaching up and grasping hold of one of the many pillows–one that happened to have belonged to aemond, since you loved to lay on it since it smelled like him–fisting your small hand into the soft material.
you immediately wrapped a leg around his head, unconsciously pulling him closer against your cunt, wanting more.
always, always wanting more of him.
aemond had made you come so many times tonight–too many times–that you had lost count.
without warning, aemond removed a hand from massaging the meat of one of your thighs and brushed a finger up your dribbling slit, gathering his cum that was leaking out and stuffing it back inside you.
you whimpered, fisting the pillow and the silk sheets below you, your head thrown back and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling him curl the finger inside of you.
aemond hummed, continuously sucking and sending vibrations through your sensitive, little clit – before adding two more long fingers, stuffing them inside and just leaving them there, not moving.
almost like a plug.
minutes had passed, with just him sucking and flicking your clit back and forth with his hot tongue, though he fingers did not move, only remaining plunged inside of you, causing your walls to tighten and flutter, endlessly.
“aemond..!? what.. w-what are you doing?” you heaved, your chest rising and falling quickly, feeling your belly tighten once again, painfully – your muscles sore and aching now as you could feel yourself about to come again.
“please, aemond – i am going to come again,” you sobbed, sweating profusely and your heart feeling like it was about to explode in your chest.
aemond nodded, not missing a beat, “go on, then.”
“no..! no, no, no – please, aemond.. i cannot. it hurts, it hurts so much…” you sobbed, tears now burning your eyes, falling freely. your throat felt like it was on fire, as well as like it was closing from you gasping in too much air, trying your hardest not to come again.
however, aemond continued his ministrations on your clit, not stopping for a moment and evening wiggling his three fingers that were inside of you–keeping his cum from leaking out of you again–and with his other hand dug his fingers into the meat of your thigh that he was still holding, making you yelp in painful pleasure.
you were exhausted.
“p-please.. please,” you sniffled, shaking your head and begging.
aemond growled, pinching your thigh and then slapping it harshly in punishment, feeling you wiggling around too much.
“be sweet, wife – stop moving and come for me again,” he commanded, his words muffled but you could still understand him.
you choked on your own saliva, “oh, gods..” you whined, feeling your muscles tense and tense and tense, before the band inside of you snapped like a violin string and you let out the most earth shattering screech.
you cried your husband’s name over and over again, feeling aemond quickly squeeze in a fourth finger, beginning to curl all four of them inside of you, feeling your walls clamp down around them.
you were honestly afraid – afraid that he would want to see how much you could take and shove his entire fist inside–(you had heard ladies of the court gossip that their husbands had done that to them, and it was the most painful experience)–you never wanted to find out for yourself.
luckily, for you – even in your blissed out mind, you trusted your husband, knowing he liked pushing you to your limits, but knowing exactly how much you could take.
your thighs were quivering, your orgasm washing over you in tsunami waves of endless pleasure, with aemond continuing to gently lick your clit now, barely applying actual pressure – though his fingers remained.
“so, so perfect for me.. you’d done so well for me, my sweet girl.”
a genuine, dopey smile tugged at your lips, feeling relieved that you had pleased him, again.
once your high had calmed down, aemond pulled his mouth away from your clit, resting the left side of his face on your thigh, glancing up at you with a small smirk on his handsome face, watching you try to keep your eyes open.
“enjoy yourself, did you?”
you giggled, nodding your head yes. “i thought i was going to black out,” you confessed, embarrassment flooding your veins.
aemond lightly chuckled, “wouldn’t be the first time.”
you looked down, pouting and making him laugh harder, giving a sweet kiss to your thigh, before locking his violet eye with yours once more.
gods, how he loved you.
“i’m just teasing, my love.”
your eyebrows furrowed, “no, you are not,” you said, knowing he was speaking the truth – in fact, you had blacked out before while he was fucking you, his love for overstimulating you overwhelmed you.. time and time again.
although, you did not mind so much.
nonetheless, you liked to tease him back and pretend you hated it when he teased you – both of you knowing full well that you secretly adored it, just as much as he.
aemond snorted, before lifting his head and leaning forwards again, giving your clit a kiss, feeling you tense up immediately. “relax,” he said, eyeing your face. “i think you’ve had enough for tonight.”
you flushed, feeling his fingers twitch inside of you, before pulling them out slowly and began observing them.. they were drenched in his cum and yours, practically dripping on to your sheets.
aemond felt the corner of his mouth tug up, before opening his mouth and shoving all four fingers inside, sucking both of your mixed essence right off, swallowing with a low hum of approval.
your eyes widened, but then you licked your lips, watching him suck and work his tongue between each of his digits, his eye locked on yours as he put on a little show for you, smirking playfully.
with a pop of the last finger, he smiled, “delicious.”
you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t – you couldn’t even begin to describe how unbelievably attractive your husband was… and he was all yours.
“i love you,” you blurted out, but meaning it anyways. you were always more of the sentimental one between you two, but you could see the softness settle over aemond’s face every time you told him those three little words.
those three little words held so much meaning to him, especially coming from you.
aemond didn’t respond – instead, he climbed up your body, being careful not to crush you and settled until he was hovering above you, his face only mere centimeters away from yours. “..i love you, my beautiful wife.”
aemond is a light sleeper, always on alert, his sapphire eye twinkling in the moonlight—always on guard even in his sleep. when he reached out to pull you in closer, a low grunt escapes his slightly parted lips, not being able to feel you. his large hand runs along your side of the bed, but to no avail.
huffing, his one non-bejeweled eye flutters open, “wife,” he calls out, voice hoarse from sleep.
there is no reply back.
the one-eyed prince calls out your name, and still, he receives no response.
aemond immediately feels his heart begin to race against his ribcage in fear, almost in panic when he knows he shouldn’t. however, it is instinct at this point, his main priority is to protect you at all costs—no matter what.
you’re his darling little wife. his and only his—his to love, his to protect, his to kill for.
nonetheless, he knows exactly where you are, where you always tend to be at the hour of the owl, despite having wet nurses on standby. sighing, he gets out of bed, running a large hand through his silver locks of luscious hair, pushing the loose strands back.
he stretches his long limbs out, before padding along the luxurious carpet, on his way to the nursery. once he enters, he spots you immediately, cradling your babe to your exposed chest, humming a lullaby in a gentle voice.
your babe coos, trying her hardest to look up at you with fluttering amethyst eyes, sleepy and at peace as she suckles on your nipple, gulping down your sweet milk.
“my love.”
you startle, turning and looking at your husband, who is leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed against his bare, milky chest that is littered with love bites due to your earlier love making.
“husband,” you acknowledge, smiling sweetly up at him and rocking your babe to sleep.
“you should be in bed,” he hums, striding over to his two favorite girls.
you let out a small giggle, which causes your babe to let out a small whine as she tries her hardest to stay awake, eyeing her kepa in adoration as he comes closer.
aemond grins, placing a gentle hand on the top of her head, little platinum tuffs of hair are there, growing longer each and every day.
“you both need rest,” he comments, causally—though his eye is still trained on the babe in your arms who is fighting tooth and nail to stay awake.
stubborn as always, aemond thinks—just like her mother.
you let out a tired sigh, your limbs already feeling heavy with drowsiness. “alright,” you pout, still clutching your babe tighter against your chest in a motherly way.
luckily, your precious girl is done her feeding, as you place her back in her crib. you lean down and press a gentle, loving kiss on her tiny forehead, as well as her little chubby cheeks.
aemond watches with a fond smile, so in love with both of you.
once you lean back to your full—though, still short—height, aemond leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of your babe’s head, whispering, “goodnight, my little love.. avy jorrāelan.”
you smile, feeling your heart thump faster and your eyelids start to grow heavy once more.
“alright, my love. off to bed with you too,” aemond purrs, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you back towards your shared chambers that was directly attached to your child’s room.
once fully situated, you both lay back down in your shared bed, with you laying on aemond’s muscular chest, his lean—though strong—arms holding you tightly and securely.
“goodnight, issa prūmia,” aemond whispers, pressing a loving kiss against your temple, arms tightening around you as if to never let you go.
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