Listen I'm just saying, I'm entirely sure it already exists in this world but if it didn't I'd invent the massage just for Aemond. Mans looks like he's wound tighter than a boa constrictor. 😠Needs his lady wife to coax him into laying down after a long day of wanting to throttle everyone that isn't his mother or sister and give him some much needed love and attention while he vents
I love this idea with my whole heart, just give this man all your love please. (this one was a little shorter because my animals need attention lmao)
Aemond x reader | massage drabble | oh, and metions of Aegon being...loose with a nobleman's daughter
You looked up from your book in surprise as the door to your chambers opened, violently slamming on the adjacent wall. Your husband strode through the entrance, his elegant face twisted in annoyance and anger.
You closed the hefty volume you'd been reading, standing to get a closer look at Aemond. "What's happened this time? Is it your grandfather again?" Otto Hightower had been an overgenerous source of stress for his daughter, Alicent, and by proxy her son.
"No, close." Aemond's long fingers tapped in irritation at the oaken table, before he grabbed the goblet and pitcher of wine. "It's Aegon again." He poured a separate glass, offering the wine to you. "In his drunken foolishness, he slept with a nobleman's daughter."
"Consensually?" You ran your free hand up Aemond's tense arm, trying to coax him to look at you.
"So far, that's what mother has been told. If her family find out, or if the girl changes her story, it could lead to quite a large headache for us."
Aemond allowed you to tug him gently toward the sofa and the fireplace where you'd first been sitting. You sat him down and scooted to position yourself behind him, undoing the clasps of his overcoat, sliding the fabric off his shoulders, revealing his dark green undershirt. You took his hair and swept it over his shoulder, giving you better access for your hands to stroke his neck tenderly.
He relaxed a little under your attentions, sipping from his goblet occasionally. "After everything he's done to sully the family name, shirking his duty, putting my sister and mother through the hells and back."
"Aemond..." You shushed him gently, placing a soft kiss to the back of his head before lifting the strap of the eyepatch he always wore at court off his face. You placed the leather patch beside you on the cushions and resumed massaging Aemond's shoulders and neck, feeling the knots of stress come loose under your fingers.
"I know you feel the burden of being the only son who puts his family before all else." You murmured, leaning your head atop his, feeling him lean slightly more against your chest. "Your mother and sister find comfort in you, Aemond. You are a good man, a wonderful son, a kind brother, and a loving husband." You placed another kiss to his crown.
Aemond turned around to face you suddenly, a flash of movement, and with a squeal you found yourself lifted in his strong arms as he stood and strode to the bed, depositing you with a bounce upon the mattress. You scooted on your back up to the pillows, Aemond quickly discarding his boots and following you, tucking you into his side as you resumed kneading his shoulders now facing him.
"You are particularly what keeps me sane most days, Y/N." He placed a warm kiss to your forehead, relaxing into your touch. "Without you I'd have burned down half the world by now."
You made a discontented noise in the back of your throat. "Don't even jest about such things." But you placed your lips to the hollow of his throat, easing his frown. "I am glad you have me."
Aemond leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, lifting your face with a finger, placing a kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around him, tracing circles against his back, not until you felt Aemond's soft snores tickle your ear did you cease your administrations.
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