#nyramond

All forms of fanworks are welcome and encouraged: fics, threadfics, moodboards, etc. You will be able to post your fics to out AO3 collection, and other forms of fanworks can be posted on Tumblr, Twitter and Bluesky using our hashtag #bottomondRYPE.

How To Play:

Generate Your Prompt:

Roll a six-sided die, or use a rng for each section: Eat, Play, Love

Use those prompts to craft an ideal date night for your ship.

Use your prompts to create a fanwork and share it! Prompts are meant to inspire creativity, not limit it. Interpret them however you'd like.

For example:

With these rolls your prompts would be A Feast (Eat), Dancing (Play), & Make A Choice (Love). You can interpret this combination of prompts however you want to create your fanwork for this event.

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Aemond was sitting in the Queen’s hot, luxurious study when he awaited her. He always did when she called for him. Something in him just twitched at the act of leaving that cold, dark and dreary chamber that resembled a cell for more reasons than one. The very woman who would change his entire course of purpose. Darkness encompasses the large room but the violet and rouge stretches in the curtains and beautiful accents. The first time he had seen it, the smoke of his rage roared loudly. These were once his fathers chambers and then his brothers; he had prayed that one day they would be his own and instead his entitled cunt sister had stolen them and scarred them with herself. They were a historic artefact and she had smeared her excessive essence all over them. Aemond had sneered in disgust but now, a year later, he sits in this very chamber and smirks. 

The door snaps open in one push. It reeks of strength and the prince is unsurprised to find his half-sister flanked by guards. They stand in gleaming steel and shimmer. His half-sister had always favoured dramatic entrances…Aemond smirks as his eyes glimmer over the glass-seeming dragon imprints. “Leave us.” Rhaenyra demands in a sneer. The scent of her leaps up Aemond’s nose. He inhales it heavily and shudders. Rhaenyra folds her arms and glares while Aemond smirks. “Sister,” He greets, hissing like a snake. “How delightful of you to greet me with your presence, it has been truly too long…” Long white hair swishes in curls down her back as she walks his way. She raises her eyebrow. “I missed you, my sweet.” He takes in another whiff of her fragrance. “Don’t be pathetic, brother.” She sneers, glowering. “Why did you ask for an audience?  Private one at that.” Aemond smirks and reaches her hands. She dodges it and folds her arms. “Please, sister, let me relax you.” She scoffs at him. 

Aemond had never had trouble seducing women, even when it came to choosing a wife, he had no shortage of touch. He isn’t used to being rejected. He leans impossibly closer, struggling to keep composed. “Sister…Let. Me.” This time, it’s Rhaenyra that smirks. “You want to please your new Queen, yes? Is that it?” He nods, eye suddenly dark and sharp face grinning. “Yes, sister, yes,” He near-moans and attempts to stand. Rhaenyra roughly drops her hands on either of his shoulders. “No.” She growls. “On your knees.” Surprise echoes his chest. Kneel? The formerly crown prince of Westeros kneeling? He had never been requested something so…so…demeaning. “My knees?” He scoffs. She only nods, a fierceness to her face. Slowly, she winds her hand down and cups his most sensitive area…His breath is hitched. “What is it you want, brother?” “T-To p-p-please you.” He stutters back. “Good. Now get to work.” Swiftly, Rhaenyra pushes Aemond onto his knees and lifts her skirt just up to her ankles. Aemond swallows back his oncoming drool and buries himself beneath the skirt. 

When he leans closer, he catches a slightly metallic smell but ignores it, he watches beneath her as Rhaenyra props her leg on the chair he had been on before. “Be a good subject.” She coos. Without further ado, Aemond licks her thigh and whines. He sinks his teeth into his skin and sucks. A thwack hits his head. “I did not permit you to leave marks.” She snides and he drops back to submission. He coaxes the sting with his tongue. He licks up until he reaches her wet pussy. “Fuck.” He moans. His tongue flattens against her clit and strokes at it. Another moan bubbles and he finds himself ravenous. Aemond sucks and sucks while his tongue works diligently. Soon, he feels a hand press his head roughly between his thighs. Need resounds underneath her rouge and coal skirt. 

The slick sounds of his tongue battling her insides get louder and louder. Spit and slick dribbles down his chin alongside something thicker but he takes no notice until he can feel her begin to tremble just slightly. Her hands wrench him out of her skirt and she smirks down at him. She chuckles as she wipes his chin and lifts it to eye level. He swallows when he sees the red dripping blood that slides down her palm. Heat stirs his loins. “It appears that my moonsblood has arrived.” She announces. Aemond licks his lips. “Please…” He pants. “Please, my Queen, I need you.” Rhaenyra chuckles lowly. “Please, I need to please you.” He says, eye wide and dilated. “Then get down.” She grins when he scampers to the floor. She locks a leg around each of his legs before teasing his tip with her wet pussy. A grunt drops past his gritted teeth as she rocks back and forth, only just about letting his tip slip inside. She rips apart his doublet, the buttons falling freely. “Yes!” He cries. “Yes! Yes!” Slowly, Rhaenyra lowers down until she seats herself on her new throne. She bobs up and down enthusiastically. “Please! Please! Aemond begs, getting closer and closer to finishing. Just as his cock starts to quiver, Rhaenyra rips herself off of him with a squelching pop and smirks. He whines pitifully and paws at her, eye starting to water. 

“Please, my queen, please, I need to cum, I’m close, I’m so close!” He begs. “Fuck, please!” “Cumming is a luxury not a requirement.” She snides gleefully. She pulls down her dress so that her breasts fall out the cups. Aemond cries out in desperation – only stifled by Rhaenyra stuffing one into his waiting, pleading, dribbling mouth. His tongue rolls over it and his eye rolls back into his head as she grinds her slippery cunt on his hard thigh. She thrusts up and down rhythmically until finally her release finds her and she digs her sharp nails deep into his flesh. Aemond moans louder, sucking her nipple to a peak. “Good whore…” Rhaenyra chuckles. “Think you deserve to cum, puppy?” She questions him. He nods with a whine. “Use your words.” She demands it coolly. “Yes, my queen, please, let me cum, please have mercy.” A grin tugs her lips. “Fine. Be quick.” Her hand drops to his pitiful erection and jerks. He practically growls. “You’ll earn the pleasure of filling this pussy once you’ve earned it.” Oh how the seductor becomes the seduced…When finally, his cum dribbles out of his dick in streams against his own stomach. He pants for breath. She slaps his cheek before rubbing the excess semen that caught her hand against his chest and stands up. “Good boy. I like them pathetic. I will call for you again tomorrow evening. Prepare yourself.” She chides.

So, Aemond didn't get his desire afterall...but he got far more pleasure than he ever expected instead...