#ST II

[counterfeit-salvation]

Losing my mind over ii and his drum cave. The drum dwelling. The drum grotto. The drum hollow. The drum concavity.

[bubbles-floating]

Every time II hits and then instantly catches a cymbal with his fingers a little part of me dies and then gets brought back to life

[rainbowresurrection]

Always been obsessed with the way it's phrased in increasing levels of intimacy. "I am your first officer [rank acknowledged]. I am also your friend [friendship acknowledged]. I have been and always shall be yours [something closer than the previous two things, acknowledged]"

I've noticed that when Spock's says that "I shall always be your friend" line he is always in public, with people close by, but when he said "I shall always be yours" he was alone with Jim, behind closed doors.... Interesting. Anyways. Food for thought.

[venusbyline]

I'm thinking... Aegon and his little sister waiting so long after the birth of their child until they can finally fuck again. Aegon would get so impatient after a time, asking the Maesters over and over again when she will be healed again. And, even though the birth had been hard, his sweet little sister cannot wait for him to fill her again.

And when the day comes... he'll fuck her all day and night long.

⚠️: SMUT CONTENT. female!reader, Targcest (older brother/younger sister), breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cowgirl position, praise kink, underage sex (no specific mention of reader's age tho), labor complications referenced, underage pregnancy, Jaehaerys Targaryen mentioned, Jaehaera Targaryen implied (but she isn't Jaehaerys' twin).

Who could blame Aegon? He was suffering for not being able to fuck you after the childbirth. The choice to behave like a loyal husband was not so easy for a Targaryen prince who was addicted to brothels and to have sex with several prostitutes in a single night. But marrying his little sister changed him... Sort of. He did not want any other woman, none were good enough besides you. And fuck... He was so fucking proud that you gave him an heir. A healthy boy who will ascend the Iron Throne and be a king like himself — or at least that was what your mother says.

Anyway, Aegon was proud of the baby you brought into the world. Most of all, he was proud that you made it through the labor. He could not be there, both because the midwife would not let him and also because he had drunk too much beforehand, afraid that something bad would happen. All he was told after being rudely awakened by Aemond in his drunken sleep was that his son had already been born and you were in poor health.

In the first few weeks, Aegon did not even complain to the Maesters about not being able to have sex with you. He saw how fragile you were and tried to focus on learning how to be a good father. However, when your health was already better and even then the Maesters recommended that both of you remain without sexual activity, Aegon started to practically go crazy. Even you were fed up with it. Six months without real sex was an absurd, you needed to avoid any possible pregnancy during that time, since your first birth had been quite dangerous. Aegon tried to convince the Masters that you could avoid a second pregnancy so soon by just using moon tea or something like that, but you knew things could go very wrong. Then the two of you decided to obey the order, waiting during those entire six months and only getting pleasure from dirty actions that did not involve his thick cock inside.

When the six moons were over, Aegon did not even wait for the dawn to finally lean over you, as if he wanted to claim you a second time. Throughout the day, Aegon fucked you in as many positions as possible, trying to make up for all the lost time. Your older brother suffered for six long moons from not feeling your velvety walls squeezing him, it was no surprise that he was so desperately horny.

"Seven Hells, little sister... I missed fucking your pretty cunt." Aegon growled, his hands on your hips helping you bounce faster and faster, the tip of his cock going so deep it made you see stars. At that moment, you did not even care about the fact that you should be careful, you were already tired of not having sex. All you needed was to go back to being your brother-husband's favorite whore.

With each ride on top of Aegon, your breasts were bouncing, fuller and heavier since the pregnancy. Aegon loved all of this, the sight of your body riding him was always something to be enjoyed, but the pregnancy turned you hotter, the hips larger since the birth and the belly decorated with new purple stretch marks on your skin that were starting to lighten a little bit, like the others that were already turning white.

Also... you were hungry for Aegon just as he was hungry for you.

"Taking me so well... Like you want me to fill your womb with my seed again." His teasing drew a moan from you, which intensified when Aegon slapped your pert ass.

Even though you knew you should not get pregnant for a while, any wise and logical thought evaporated. Aegon and you were slaves for that joint pleasure. "Oh, brother... Please. Please, breed me..."

Aegon smirked, slapping you harder this time before pulling you until your soft breasts were rubbing against his face with every movement. "Is this what my sweet wife wants? Getting pregnant for a second time, even knowing the dangers? Giving our dear Jaehaerys a little sister? Our son's future sister-wife..." He purred, circling his tongue on your sensitive nipple. "What do you think, my naughty girl?"

[blanchebees]

A Christmas offering✨

I really wanted to post this one since i thought it was endearing and i just needed something happy to ponder, just happy lads

[shittybundaskenyer]

blue pink blossom days

[elkkiel]

my arms belong around you

some cozy vess/ii vibes for @bubacorn <3 happy holidays friend!! :3

[hjhikari]

soulbeat (ii) ■ ■ ■ ■

[melit0n]

Some cryptid photos of Vessel (+ ii) that I've collected over the past week. The fact that almost all of them look like they came out of trail cam footage is absolutely sending me

[vulcanette]

🎥: @ meganflores1104

[zirconpetals]

The bee when I put the glass over it

[sleepanonymous]

still kinda losing it over the fact they put ii in a cave tbh

[venusbyline]

Aegon teaching his little sister all sorts of new positions… At first he’s content with eating her out, taking her in missionary or teaching her how to properly suck him off. But then he wants more. He’ll take her from behind, he’ll make her ride him, they’ll do 69. He just cannot resist his sweet little sister 🤭🥰

⚠️: SMUT CONTENT. female!reader, Targcest (older brother/younger sister), corruption kink, loss of virginity, underage sex (no specific mention of reader's age tho), oral sex (female receiving & male receiving), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blood licking, period sex, missionary position, blowjob, handjob, doggy style position, cowgirl position, 69 position, praise kink, kinda dubcon in the beginning BUT NOT REALLY.

Aegon is practically the master of corruption kink. He has become addicted to teaching all sexual things to his little sister ever since Alicent and Viserys announced the betrothal between the two of you.

He started by eating you out. You were feeling pain after your first moon blood, and he convinced you that the best way to ease it was with his tongue. At first, you denied the idea, not wanting to disappoint your mother, who had made it clear that the Seven did not give blessings to marriages if the couples had any kind of sexual intimacy before the official ceremony. However... When the pain continued for a few more hours and nothing went away... What else could you do, after all?

Then you let Aegon lift your nightgown, admiring the sight of your pretty little cunt covered in sticky blood. It was a sight from heaven. Your brother did not even care about the "disgusting" situation, he wanted to taste you immediately, trying to keep his promise about not lifting your nightgown any higher and also about not sticking his fingers inside your virgin hole.

"Seven Hells, little sister, you are so fucking gorgeous..." Aegon groaned against your cunt, his mouth sucking on your clit and licking the blood stains, making you whine and see stars, forgetting completely about the previous soreness, your body trembling when Aegon fucked a finger inside without any warning or real consent. "My apologies, sweet girl. But I cannot contain myself... You are so... Fuck... You are so fucking hot." He fumbled for the words, ignoring your pained facial expression and fucking his finger faster, his tongue still focused on eating you out like a starving man.

It did not take so long for Aegon to take your maidenhead. He even tried to limit himself to eating you out many times a week, but two moons later and he was already desperate to fuck his cock inside your tight core for the first time. You knew you should save yourself until marriage, he should not ruin you before the right time... But the offer seemed so tempting, and Aegon was not open to arguments either way.

You were lying on his bed, legs spread, eyes wide and full of tears as he thrust in and out of you. The sight of your little cunt stretching to fit him there was something heavenly to Aegon's mind. The feeling of finally being able to fuck his younger sister...

"I-It hurts, Aeg..." You whimpered the childhood nickname, tensing under his body. Each thrust caused more tears to run down your cheeks, your hole barely having time to adjust to that unknown intrusion.

"Shshsh..." Aegon's heavy hand covered your mouth to prevent the loud moans from drawing the attention of the guards patrolling the Red Keep. Even if he wished to hear your sweet tearful sounds, being caught fucking his innocent sister before their wedding would mean getting a long, annoying lecture from Alicent and probably his grandfather Otto as well. "It is almost over, sweet girl. Just hold on a little longer, alright?"

The first time Aegon taught you how to give him a head was also during the night he took your maidenhead. Your legs felt like jelly and you were a whining mess, too tired to want to do anything else, but also too tired to argue against your brother's wishes. After all, you had already cum around his cock, so it was quite fair that you pleasure him too, right?

At first, Aegon only wanted to cum inside your mouth because he could not cum inside and breed you yet. Even though he could have just pulled out of you and ordered you to stick tongue out and swallow his release, Aegon found it more interesting and exciting to control his own orgasm and pull you to your knees on the floor. It was a bit of a cruel act, given your aching body and confused mental state, but you did not complain. Perhaps because you were too exhausted to dare to object to the situation, or perhaps because deep down you liked the feeling of being corrupted by your older brother.

"Good girl... Learning how to suck my cock like a real whore." Aegon growled a moan after a few minutes teaching you how to do it right in your post-climax haze. His hand was grabbing your hair and his hips moved as the pleasure approached, forcing your head back and forth so he could dictate the speed needed.

At one point, Aegon wanted to teach you more. He really liked it when you learned something new. He liked seeing how excited you got when he was teaching you different positions, your innocence still hovering between the two of you with each new experience. Also... the jealousy on your cute pretty face when you realized your brother had learned all of those things with random whores always made him smirk.

You were lying with your breasts pressed against the mattress and your back arched so that your ass was up in the air just the way Aegon needed it. The thrusts turned deeper, your brother moving so hard and rough, fucking you like a hound, your ass bouncing and the sound of skin on skin echoing through the chambers.

"What a greedy slut, holy shit..." Aegon growled, hitting your ass cheek with a hard, stinging slap. "Your cunt feels even tighter in this position, little sister." Your brother's chuckled, making you shiver and let out more pathetic moans, especially when he grabbed your hair to pull you, forcing your back to be pressed against his chest while he fucked you, his free hand now squeezing the soft flesh of one of your breasts.

Teaching you how to ride him was complicated at first. You did not know exactly what to do, and the confusion mixed with the accumulated lust always turned you into a whining mess. You were still a needy little thing, a people pleaser, desperate to do everything your older brother demanded. Desperate to be his good girl.

Despite your lack of experience, Aegon took great pains to mold you the way he desired. He placed hands on your hips, preferring you to bounce up and down on top of him rather than just grind around his cock. Having your breasts bouncing so close to Aegon's face with each movement was like a heaven. "That is it, little sister... You are doing so well, riding me like this, like a trained little whore."

"Y-Yours..." You added with a cute frown of concentration, your pretty mouth half open and cheeks flushed as the orgasm was coming closer.

Aegon chuckled, nodding then. "Yeah, sweet girl. You are my little whore. The best of all of them." He purred before grabbing your ass, his tongue circling the peaky nipple that was almost rubbing against his lips during your ride.

Something Aegon wanted to try was to pleasure you while you pleasured him. Aegon had learned about that years before, at the beginning of his sexual life, when he was still just a little boy who had to beg Ser Criston Cole not to tell Alicent about his firstborn son's escapes to the Street of Silk's brothels, a secret that obviously was not kept secret for very long. But now... Now Aegon could teach you, his little sister, his future wife...

Aegon guided you until your body was lying on top of his, your cunt soaked and dripping on his face as he ate you out, his tongue licking your folds, flicking your pearl with the its tip and feeling your warm throat engulfing him so deep, the sounds of gagging hanging from your lips arousing him more and more.

“You taste so good…” He kissed your swollen clit, eyes widening and pupils dilating when you bounced your ass on his face, wanting to rub your wet core all over him. “Gods, you are turning into such a dirty little slut.” Aegon smirked, and you pulled his big thick cock out of mouth so you could look back at him, a shy smile on your reddened lips and your palm continuing to caress his entire shaft.

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: king!aegon ii targaryen x afab rhaenyra’s child!reader

cw: CANON TYPICAL incest/targcest, boot worship, free use, public, voyeurism/exhibitionism (non con on the guards part 💀), hints of reader being just as much of a weirdo i’m sorry (rhaenyra can’t blame them tho), used a valyrian translator so if there’s any mistakes no there’s not <3, fucking on the iron throne as a celebratory end of work day thing, everything is 100% consensual on reader’s part, one use of “whore”, aegon’s pet names are all food related 🥴 (deadass almost had him call reader beer for the joke)

wc: 888 (🎱✨)

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

do not repost, translate, or give ai my work

last hotd fic for a bit bc i’m out of ideas

kinktober masterlist

“Ry paktot, ilagon ao jikagon, jorrāelagon (all right, down you go love).”

You and your uncle Aegon have the strangest end of day ritual. It always starts with you being shoved on your knees, his hands cradling your shoulders to protect you from the sharp iron throne.

All others are sent away from the room, save for a few guards that had been eyeing your body far too much for his liking. You were yet to be married but numerous whispers of your sexual exploits ran through the castle like wildfire. Aegon II Targaryen, was a king that one could not even sneeze in front of for fear of setting him off. So he is careful to keep those shrews' musings away from you, it was a feat of strength to coerce you into being as bold as you are now.

“Come now, elilla (honey). Clean my shoes so i can give your cunt the fucking it deserves.” He orders you, and you are all too eager, especially with the eyes of the uncomfortable guards on you.

You pray to the Gods that Aegon does not catch them looking with their peripheral vision, pausing your fun to murder more of the staff would really rain on your parade.

The shoes of your king are cleaned before you put your tongue to them, something that you’re almost disappointed by at this point. You are tempted to ask him to turn away the shoe shiner for next time.

His crown has the same red haze surrounding it that lives deep within Aegon, and it commands your attention all the same. You let your eyes softly fall shut as you run your wet tongue along the edge of his boot. The metallic tang has become an old friend, as well as any paltry specs of blood you find. You fear that you could possibly develop a craving for it.

You prostrate yourself before your betrothed as if you were a humming bird that had come face to face with Balerion himself. A house kitten mewling for the attention of a tiger. It is not unlike performing a blow job. Your lashes become the sheer curtains you look out of and your mouth fulfills its purpose.

You flatten your tongue and begin to dip into the crevices, getting every inch of his shoes slick with your spit. Aegon has his weeping cock in the firm hold of both of his hands, and he times his strokes to every flick of your tongue.

Your “services” last for what feels like an eternity. Your uncle’s eyes wander to keep the forcibly voyeuristic guards in check. You can hear their feet shuffling on the ground as they squirm behind you, and Aegon is so pleased by this that he returns his attention to his beloved pet.

“Prūbres (apple), that is quite enough. Come back up, darling.” He says while gingerly rubbing the heel of his boot into your cheek.

“Yes, qȳbor (uncle).”

You clamor into his lap, taking the initiative by lifting your previously stretched hole over his cock. One of his hands claws into the flesh of your hip to steady you, and the other positions his cock upright. Once you get past the pink tip, your walls are snugly wrapped around his entire length in seconds. You both groan as he bottoms out. Aegon wastes no time and digs his nails into your other hip, lifting you off of his cock until the tip catches against your entrance and swiftly dropping you back down.

“My whore, a jewel worth more than any found in my crown.” The word comes out between gritted teeth, but the thumb drawing loose circles on your pearl is kinder. “Not one of those filthy dogs will ever know the pleasure of a cunny as sweet as the one made for me.”

“They will not.” You whined, relishing in the red marks his nails were no doubt leaving on your jiggling ass as you bounced on his girthy cock. “Only you, qȳbor (uncle), only my king. They could hang for all I care.”

You have an awful habit for letting words flow from your mouth with no thought of their consequences. It’s not your fault though, you muse as Aegon scratches at your moving globes of flesh, your cunt takes priority more often than not. You ignore the spark that ignites in his soul at the foolish declaration.

His thumb stops teasing your clit and rubs it harshly up and down until your rapid bouncing ceases in favor of chasing that high. He only has to spank you a single time for you to shatter around his cock with an angelic and blissfully soft moan. You let your torso fall to his and you bury your face in his neck as his other hand travels to grope your other ass cheek.

Aegon spills into you with an embarrassingly long and loud groan, licking at the pulse point of your neck as he fucks himself into overstimulation. This is the only time he will allow the guards to drink your sex in, so they can gawk at the pure amount of spend that leaks out of your ravaged cunny. He pretends not to notice or enjoy the stares, spreading your fat cheeks to give them a better view.

“Leave us be.”

[emaadsidiki]

Vatican Sunset 🌇

[lionofchaeronea]

St. Nicholas, bishop of Myra, secretly gives dowries to three poor girls. Miniature executed by a French artist known as the "Master of Jean Rolin II," for folio 84r of the Book of Hours commissioned by a court official named Simon de Varie and completed in 1455. Now in the KB National Library of the Netherlands, The Hague.