Sideblog. Find my Witcher fics on AO3 under SpaceBetweenHeartbeats. https://archiveofourown.org/users/SpaceBetweenHeartbeats/works Rebecca ♈ 18+ quintessentially English female, and a little socially awkward; into Star Wars, Game of Thrones, Black Sails, The Witcher.
Place of Power - In the post coital comfort of the reader’s bed, Eskel reflects on the nature of power and finds it in an unexpected place. Smut and a tiny bit of bondage if you squint hard
Limerence - Eskel hears you moan his name in your dreams, but witchers don’t feel.....or at least that’s what you thought. Smut and fluff for our favourite scarred sweetheart
Where the forgotten things live - In the dark corners of the forest, where the ancient, forgotten things live, a witcher has a taste of happiness. Flowery smutty smut.
The Witcher: Geralt x f reader
A Murmuration of Starlings - Geralt knows his time runs short, for the starlings always herald new beginnings and old endings, but deep in the frozen marshes he finds that the hearts of men are not as fickle as he once believed. All aboard the smutty angst train!
Summary: An unexpected turn of events has you sharing a bed with Prince Aemond. What could possibly go wrong?
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW. There is only one bed. Fingering. Handjob.
A/N: My thanks to @1800-fight-me for rekindling my passion for this trope!
Word count: 1.7k
Keep reading“Have I seen you before? You look familiar.”
“Hmm.”
“Are you the cunt who stole my bag of cabages a fortnight ago?”
“No.”
You felt Aemond shift at your side, probably gripping the dagger hidden underneath his cloak.
The innkeeper did not seem convinced in the slightest, keeping his bulging eyes fixed on the young Targaryen prince whose face remained mostly hidden under the hood.
“We need a room with two beds, please,” you chimed in, hoping to dissolve the unwanted tension that had settled.
The man turned to you, occasionally glancing at Aemond. “Only have one room. One bed.”
“That’ll do.”
Aemond approached the counter before you could, handing out a few gold coins that the man eagerly collected and shoved in his pocket.
“Why the eyepatch?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Had a little trouble with someone, eh?”
The implication wasn’t entirely subtle, considering the earlier accusation he had thrown at Aemond.
You held your breath momentarily, praying that Aemond would simply ignore him.
Much to your relief, he shot a cold stare at the old man. “I paid for a room, not to get questioned.”
“Aye, fair enough,” he nodded, clearing his throat. “The room’s to your left.”
Aemond turned first and made his way down the gloomy corridor to your left. You promptly followed suit after heaving a deep sigh of relief.
The last thing you wanted would be to draw attention to yourselves while being so far away from King’s Landing.
You were a riding day away from the Red Keep and were forced to seek shelter for the night, as Vhagar needed her rest. The persistent thunderstorm and heavy rain did nothing to help your cause either.
As soon as you entered the room, you nearly huffed in annoyance at the sight of the narrow bed shoved into one corner.
It didn’t seem wide enough to hold two people.
Aemond’s low voiced snapped you from your thoughts. “You can take the bed.”
You immediately shook your head. “No, my prince. I will gladly take the floor.”
Aemond turned to you and shrugged. “As you wish.”
Oh. That was quick.
Your heart clenched, but you remained silent and watched as he removed his heavy cloak.
You didn’t exactly expect him to be persistent on this matter as he was a prince and you a mere lady-in-waiting to his sister.
It was your own fault for assuming your relationship with Aemond was anything but strictly professional. Even if the two of you had shared a few journeys across Westeros.
Once he realised you were frozen in place, his uncovered eye landed on your face. “What is it?”
The question caught you off guard. “Oh. Nothing, my prince.”
“Tell me,” he pressed, arching an eyebrow.
“Maybe we could share the bed?” you suggested, lacing your hands in front of you. “It would be a tight fit, but I see no reason to sleep on the floor.”
His eyebrow arched further. “You said you wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor.”
“I don’t mind, but that doesn’t mean I want to, my prince,” you said as your voice came out slightly strained. “It is pouring outside and way too cold.”
He remained silent, studying your face.
“Unless you mind sharing a bed with me,” you quickly added, not wanting to seem out of line.
“I do not mind.”
And with that being said, he proceeded to undo his leather jacket.
You swallowed hard, turning your back to him as you the slide the heavy cloak off your shoulders.
It was far too cold to even consider removing your dress, but the mud stains and dampness deemed it a necessity.
Fortunately, you’d be able to preserve your modesty with the chemise you were wearing underneath.
Once you turned to face him once more, you noticed Aemond shared the sentiment as he was stripped down to only a shirt and his pants.
You tried your best not to let yout eyes linger for too long.
Gods.
He didn’t seem to pay any attention to you, so you took the opportunity to slide off your dress and remove the filthy shoes.
“Ladies first,” he said nonchalantly.
You glared at him momentarily, feeling your heart skip several beats by the time you had managed to hop into the squeaky bed, shifting to the side until your back was pressed against the wooden wall.
Aemond quickly followed you and rolled to his side, being careful enough to leave enough room between the two of you.
You then took the opportunity to pull the blanket rolled at the feet of thr bed to cover both of you.
The sound of your frantic heartbeat filled your ears as you were left facing his broad back that heaved with each steady breath he took.
You allowed your eyes to roam across his body, noticing how the linen shirt didn’t leave much to the imagination as it clung to the defined muscles.
Realising you had been gawking for far too long, you snapped your eyes shut, silently wishing you’d be able to find any comfort, regardless of the current predicament.
“Sleep well, my prince.”
But no answer came from Aemond.
…
By the time you woke up, the sound of low growls next to your ear had you open your eyes at once.
Some time during the night, you had rolled to your other side, facing the wall, and with an arm wrapped firmly around you.
But what truly had your heart speed up was the realisation that it was Aemond Targaryen who was pressed against you, rolling his hips lazily, as his shaky breath fanned your neck.
Chills spread across your skin as his hard cock dug into your backside.
Your lips parted in a silent gasp.
As you turned your head to him, you noticed he was asleep.
He looked peaceful enough if not for the furrowed brows and soft groans that rumbled through his chest and throat.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to ease his grip around you, but moment you did so, he bucked his hips, further pressing his cock into you.
“Faster…”
Your heart dropped to your stomach.
He was having a dream.
Aemond let out another strained groan as he mumbled your name.
He was having a dream about you.
Panic overtook your senses and you felt overwhelmed with the confirmation.
It was flattering to have such a handsome man crumbling from thinking about you. Even if unconsciously so.
There was something primal and urgent that you took from the way he rolled his hips as if desperate to be inside you while mumbling something in High Valyrian.
You had to bite your lips hard to hold back a gasp as the young prince rammed into you.
As expected, your own body began to respond to the stimulation and you could now feel your heartbeat pulsing through your swollen clit.
Gods.
You were literally trapped between the wooden wall and his body.
“My prince…” you whispered, placing your hand on his forearm, gently patting it.
“Hmm…”
His hips stilled for a moment and you gasped as he moved the hand around you to fiddle with your chemise, sliding it up your torso and exposung your flushed skin to his touch.
“Aemond…” you nearly moaned from his hot breath on your neck. “Are you awake…”
“Hmm…” he panter lowly, bring his hand to rest on the underside of your heaving breasts.
Oh.
You moved your hand to grip his, desperate to halt the delicious way his thumb grazed your skin.
Wetness coated your folds as the need to be filled took a hold of you.
Instead, Aemond took your hand and brought it in between your bodies, until it was pressed against his hard cock.
You weren’t able to fight back a moan as desired burned through him.
Aemond heaved a deep sigh of relief. “Grip it.”
As if trying to further entice you, he pressed a searing kiss to the skin of your neck, moving his hips in a slow roll once again.
Pleasure took control of you and your fingers wrapped around the hardened outline, as his cock dug into your palm.
So many thoughts ran through your head, but not one was compelling enough to bring you to reason.
This should not be happening.
He was a prince.
And you were just..
“So good,” he cooed, planting a few more kisses just behind your ear. “Tighter…”
The amount of moans you had been holding back were starting to strain your throat.
You did as he requested, biting down on your lip until you almost drew blood.
Aemond grunted as rolled his hips into your touch.
“Moan for me,” he said before gripping your hand and shoving it inside his pants.
You let out a breathy gasp as your fingers wrapped around his impressive cock, his own wetness coating your skin.
Aemond was soaked.
“Oh… oh….” you moaned as you struggled to grip all of him.
He hissed in your ear, snapping his hips into a sloppy rhythm as he fucked your hand.
“Tighter, my lady…” he groaned in urgency, undoing his pants, tugging them down just enough to spring his cock free and giving you more room to properly slide your fingers along it.
Before you could fully process everything that was happening, Aemond splattered his hand on your lower abdomen, dangerously close to your throbbing clit.
“Aemond… please… don’t,” you pleaded, knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to hold back if he touched you like that.
Another kiss to your shoulder followed by a low chuckle made you shiver against him.
“Let me feel how wet you are for me.”
His words dragged a low cry from you, but it was the feeling of his slender fingers sliding across your folds and clit that caused you to jolt back into him.
Your mind was too hazy from lust to focus on his cock, causing your hand to still around him.
That didn’t seem to bother him, as he simply proceed to fuck your hand regardless.
“How many fingers can you take?”
Oh… my….
“I… I don’t…” you began, but were interrupted by Aemond slowly shoving one finger inside you. “Aemond…”
“Say my name again,” he urged with such urgency you nearly came undone right then and there.
“Aemond…” you repeated, parting your legs slightly to allow his finger to slide deeper inside.
“Can you take a second one?” He asked, his voice in tones of honey. “Can you do that for me?”
You honestly couldn’t give him an honest answer. Both stemming from inexperience and from how too lost in your own pleasure you were.
“Please,” he asked, pressing his palm into your clit, causing you to cry out. “You’re wet enough.”
Not trusting your words, you simply nodded.
Aemond wasted no time and had a second finger join the one already inside you.
Your walls stretched around him and greeted him in a warm and soaked welcome.
His hips snapped rapidly into your touch and you squeezed him as tight as you could, delighted to hear the wet sounds.
From his fingers pumping relentlessly in and out of your soaked pussy to the realisation that you had the young prince in the palm of your hand, you weren’t at all surprised when your vision began to blur.
“Sweet girl…” he praised mindlessly as he neared his own release as well.
Aemond was thrown over the edge first, spilling streaks of warm cum to coat your back and ass and hand.
The needy and desperate moan that erupted from him as his hips jerked in a final and broken rhythm was enough to plunge you into a blinding wave of bliss.
Aemond’s hold on you didn’t falter until he had your walls clenching around his fingers in gripping contractions.
Your lips parted wide to allow a strangled cry to fill the room as your thighs quivered with such intensity you had to grip the edge of the bed to hold yourself in place.
“Can we stay like this?” Aemond asked after a while, his breathing still uneven.
“Hmm…” you merely groaned, all the energy having been drained from you.
He shifted closer until his softening cock was pressed flat against your ass, keeping his fingers buried deep inside you.
Find me where I am most ruined, love me there | Ao3 | inspired by this post
Aemond x fem!Reader
Spicy (but soft), blowjob, handjob, PIV sex, choking (Aemond being choked), breeding kink if you squint, soft!Aemond, hurt/comfort, Alicent being a good mother, Aemond being jealous but portrayed in a different way than usual, Aemond’s childhood trauma explored, internalised ableism, Aemond reciting poetry to Reader, seeing his sapphire for the first time.
*Lykirī, Vhagar, umbās – be calm, Vhagar, wait.
*Sȳz riña – good girl
*Avy jorrāelan - I love you
*Iksā se olvie gevie qēlos. Iksā se ōños hen ñuha ābrar - you are the most beautiful star. You are the light of my life.
*Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie - I love you so much.
*Iksā se jorrāelagon hen ñuha ābrar - You are the love of my life.
*Percy B. Shelley
*Ñuha ōños - my light
*Ñuha ābrar - my life
*Iksā ñuhon - you are mine
*Kessa, hae bisa, kostilus - yes, like this, please
* Chaucer
*Ñuha jorrāelagon syt ao zālagon jehikagrī hae perzys isse ñuha prūmia - My love for you burns brightly like fire in my heart.
@enchantedpendant @blue-velvet-valentina
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It’s the Night of Ghosts and Aemond is a haunted man. He wears a mask over a mask but it’s not enough to hide from others – from himself as his fists clench in his lap painfully, white-knuckled.
The prince doesn’t need to wear a mask to be terrifying, what with that eye of his, he heard earlier, two men standing with their backs to him and he relished in walking up to them and saying, his voice laced with danger: careful, he might hear you.
But it’s the Night of Ghosts and the words come back again and again to haunt him as he watches you dance with Ser Lannister. Recently, Ser Lannister has lost his wife and rumours have it he was searching for a new lady wife. He is handsome, Ser Lannister, his face unmarred by scars, golden hair falling about it and you laugh as he spins you around.
Aemond is a haunted man; feelings long buried in the tomb of his childhood grab him with their cold fingers and he can barely breathe. He wears a mask over a mask but underneath them, he is little again and hears Aegon say: the whores won’t mind you are a cripple, they’re paid well, don’t fret. Aemond remembers, after that whole disgusting affair was over and he was in his bed, crying himself to sleep over Aegon’s words. The whores won’t mind you are a cripple, they’re paid well. For someone to deign to touch him, they needed to be well paid.
Ser Lannister is no cripple and you laugh again as he whispers something in your ear.
As someone who prefers the Green characters, I don't actually hate Daemon and Rhaenyra. I hate the way they're written and the way the vast majority of the fandom reacts to them. It seriously makes me wonder if we are watching the same show, or if the writers even realize the implications of what they wrote.
Like, Rhaenyra is written as a lazy, reckless, arrogant, cruel, and a kind of idiotic woman. These are fine traits for a character to have. I have adored plenty of characters like this. But there's such a disconnect between what they write her as, and how they frame her in the story. She is depicted as the heroine of the show, the rightful ruler of Westeros, her coronation is deliberately shown as an emotional triumphant moment we are supposed to cheer and smile for. But... are we really?
She has barely shown traits of actually being a good ruler. She has done nothing to solidify her claim, gain allies, or help her father rule from King's Landing. She shows zero skills in politics. Instead she makes the worst possible decisions, treats her little siblings like shit, and runs off to Dragonstone every time tensions rise in court (tensions that are a direct product of her shitty decision-making). She leaves her father to suffer and rot for years, then comes back and insults the woman (his rape victim) who has been taking care of him all this while. She doesn't comfort the girls who have lost their mother, and instead fucks the deceased's husband on the night of her funeral. She plans for her son, who by the rules of this world has zero claim to Driftmark, to usurp Rhaena's inheritance, reducing her to the role of mere consort. This would also put her son in serious danger, but she apparently doesn't think that far. She asks for her freshly maimed and now permanently disabled little brother to be "sharply questioned" over harsh words that were 100% true. And NONE of this is supposed to tarnish her character in the eyes of viewers.
Her story of feeling trapped in her womanhood and an unhappy marriage, and finding forbidden love that ultimately dooms her is sad and could be sympathetic... but because the show gives zero insight into what she was thinking when she had not one, not two, but THREE obviously bastard sons and pass them off as trueborn in a system that would put these kids to the sword if found out, and a world that is explicitly shown to have methods of contraception...... yeah, she comes off as a fucking idiot who has just doomed her own children to a life of constant fear and the threat of execution, for no good reason. Was I supposed to cheer when she got crowned? The emotional inspiring music and the way the scene is shot certainly think so. But I sure as hell didn't cheer.
Instead of feeling like "the more qualified and competent female heir is getting passed over for an incompetent male fool" as the show wants us to think, it feels more like "two incompetent and idiotic siblings are fighting for the throne they feel they're entitled to without putting in any of the work to actually be somewhat deserving of it".
And Daemon... I actually really liked him in the first few episodes when he was a gross little freak running around desperate for his brother's love and attention. He was entertaining and fun. But his character kinda took a nose dive from there, when the writers just had him standing in the corner vaguely smirking, and not saying or doing anything that would pique my interest or give me insight into what he was thinking. He was turned into a cardboard cutout that suddenly comes alive and swings his sword at someone when they needed him to. His fight against the Crabfeeder's army was one of the most ridiculous scenes I have ever seen.
And yet, the vast majority of the fandom either worship him as some badass "alpha male" Jaime Lannister-esque character and bend over backwards trying to defend his ridiculous plot armour moments, or as a swoon-worthy women-respecting malewife and bend over backwards defending his various abusive actions towards women ("he's not sexist for killing Rhea, they were equally mean to each other!!1!1!!"). These insane fan reactions have pretty much soured his character for me.
Not only that, the only fleshed out relationship he has right now is with Rhaenyra. He is given zero scenes or dialogue with or about anyone else that would clue us in on his other relationship dynamics. What does he even think of his kids? How does he treat them? From what the show gives us, it would seem the answer is... he doesn't give a single solitary fuck about them, never speaks to them, and just ignores their existence 24/7 apparently (except when counting how many dragons his side has). And when the kids themselves are not given any sort of characterization or meaningful scenes, the whole thing just feels so painfully boring. There's nothing there for me to be engrossed by. (Remember how intriguing the unloved kids/shitty dad dynamics were in GOT?)
Rhaenyra's and Daemon's characters deserve better handling. Both are played by talented actors. But actors can only do so much when the writing is weak and muddled. Both had so much potential to be fascinating complex characters that I adore watching, but both have fallen short for me.
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