#aegon targeryen ii fanfic

[disgraceful-writings]

Meant To Be

Chapter 6

Y/n and Aegon were born on the same day, with velvet eyes and white crowns. Y/n is sent to Oldtown by their mother to keep her pure. What happens when she doesn't return so? How will her twin react?

Y/n was laid in a field of wildflowers. The wind dancing through the tall grass and flowers. The sun kissing her cheeks. Suddenly, a tightness overtook her throat. She began clawing at her throat in an attempt to relieve the pressure, but it seemed in vain. When her vision went black, she rose in her bed, sweat dripping from her hairline. She gasped and looked around her room for reassurance. When she realized she was in her room back at the Keep, she relaxed a bit. Still, she decided to request some wine be sent to her room and put her housecoat on to speak to the guards. However, when she opened the door, Xavier was waiting for her. She screamed and stumbled backwards, crashing into the table. He lunged at her and his hand encircled her throat. “You will never escape me”, he whispered in her ear. 

The princess bolted upright to find a maid trying to shake her awake, “Your grace, are you alright?” Y/n pushed her hands away and tried to adjust her eyes to the morning sun. “How long was I asleep”, the princess asked, while the maid wiped her forehead with a cool cloth. “You slept through dinner and the night, your grace. Your mother asked we let you rest.” Y/n nodded and stood up to be washed of the sweat and dressed by the maids. Afterward, still shaken from her dreams, the princess visited her mother’s chambers. “Y/n, how are you, my love?” Alicent raised both arms to her elder daughter. Y/n sunk into her mother’s hold, “y/n? You look white as a ghost.”

“Mother…I-”, y/n was interrupted by a guard entering the room. “Your grace”, he bowed, “the maester has asked for you in the king’s chambers.” She nodded and looked to her daughter, caressed her cheek, “We will speak later, dear.” Alicent kissed y/n’s forehead and stood to follow the guard to Viserys’s chambers. Y/n watched her walk out of the room and sighed. Will he haunt her forever? She knows she is safe, her uncle made sure of his death, and now she is with her family. Her mother wouldn’t let anything happen while she is within her grasp. She decided to go to the Sept, maybe the gods will bring a sense of calm to her. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid”, Aegon gradually shouted in his chambers, kicking a candle stand over, then falling onto his bed face first. Why did he have to open his mouth? It isn’t like anyone was asking him to say those things, especially y/n. Y/n…he doesn’t deserve her. She’s too perfect and proper for him. He should just put an heir in her and stick to the whores of flea bottom. That’s all he’s good at. He looked over to the drawer that held his peasant clothes. Not that he needed them, with the white hair and all, and the whores always welcomed their favorite cock…at least the coin that had come with it. He rose from the bed and changed into them. Before climbing out of his window, he secured a pouch of coins to his belt. Tonight, he was going to do as he pleased. 

The prince made his way to flea bottom, specifically one of the more curious whorehouses. After fucking two women, he laid on his back with them cuddled up to his sides, feeding him and keeping his goblet full. He was curious of the woman on display, nude, and inserting the handle of a blade into herself. She was loud and fake, but that didn’t stop his mind wondering how y/n was in bed. “Shall I suck your cock, my prince”, one of the girls asked. He grabbed her by the throat and kissed her deeply, when departed, he whispered, “I’ll put a prince’s bastard in you.” At this she climbed onto his lap, lined him up, and sunk herself onto him. She let out a fake moan like the other girl had been doing, and Aegon huffed, putting his hands on her waist to quicken her pace. When she let out another exaggerated moan, he picked her up off of him and shoved her to the floor, where he stuffed his cock down her throat. 

“Now I don’t have to hear you”, Aegon grunted out, the sounds of her choking being music to his ears. When he finished, he pushed her off of him, collected his clothes, dropped a bag of coins, and left the whorehouse into the morning sun. “Always happy to house our favorite prince for the night”, the madam said as he walked out. He walked towards the Keep, however, he felt the need to go to the Sept. He had never cared for the gods, why would they be calling him of all people? At the last turn, he decided to go to the Sept. The room was dark and musty smelling. People shuffled around like they couldn’t make noise for fear the gods would strike them where they stand. Then he saw her, y/n was on her knees, praying to the gods. What would she need to pray to the gods for? 

Then he noticed the tear stains on her cheeks and the quiet sobs threatening to leave her mouth as she whispered her prayer.

Y/n heard someone walking in her direction and suddenly turned to them. Aegon. What is he doing here?

“Y/n”, Aegon looked puzzled, “are you alright?”

Y/n hadn’t noticed she was crying until he changed her thoughts. She turned back to the candles and said, “yes. I just felt the power of the gods come over me.” She wiped her tears with the backs of her hands. 

“I don’t believe you.” She looked scared and small to him. He decided to sit beside her with his back to the table holding all the candles. She looked into his eyes, but stayed quiet. His hand reached to wipe her cheek of a fresh tear, and she fell into him, sobbing. He just held her, not knowing what to do for her. 

When she had calmed a bit, she pushed herself off of him, “Sorry, I-.” She couldn’t finish her sentence, or she would cry again. She stood and started walking back to the keep. Aegon quickly rose and caught up to her quickly. Holding onto her arms, out of breath from getting up so quickly, “Y/n, what’s wrong?” She opened her mouth, however, no words could exit. She just stared into his eyes. Could she trust him? With her mind intact currently, she decided to get a proper look at him. He smells of wine and sex, he just came from flea bottom. Maybe he is as cruel and sick as the people say. “Prince Aegon, Princess Y/n, your mother has requested your presence”, the guard who had come with y/n said after receiving word from another.

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Headcanons for Your First Time With Aemond, Aegon, Jacerys, Bran, Robb and Podrick

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18+ NSFW content

Aegon

Without hesitation I can tell you this man is a switch

He would definitely start off harsh

He’d immediately go to tear your clothes off like you’re a whore h’s bought from a brothel

He looks at you like you’re a fresh piece of meat and he’s been starved for ages, absolutely craving every inch of your skin

You push him back and he’ll stare at you in shock, but then calm down

I’m assuming since you’re reading his you have a “i can fix him” mentality, so you’ve fixed him in this

he feels guilty at first, but you reassure him it’s alright and to be gentle, that you’ve never done this before

at you admitting he’s your first, he starts to rile up again, but is obviously swallowing it down

he’ll lift your dress and slip his hand beneath your undone corset, kissing over that fragile neck and leaving the filthiest bites on your skin

”You’re mine” he’ll demand against your earlobe “And I’ll make sure the whole castle knows that by the end of this.”

He’ll slip his fingers in, working your insides hesitantly. He’s not used to pleasuring someone else, more doing all this for his own pleasure

His movements are sloppy and reckless, but it feels good either way

It’s almost awkward, he stares at you at moments, trying to see if you’re feeling good

eventually you have to take charge of the situation, pushing him onto the sheets and working your way around his body

putting his dick in your mouth, watching as he whines and bucks his hips while panting like a dog in heat

you slip him in, your head tilting back. He mewls in pleasure, sitting up and guiding your hips, you stop him and tell him it hurts.

he listens, something you wouldn’t expect. You smile, petting his white hair and then locking lips with his, your bodies smothering each other as you ride him

you both are noisy, and he starts getting rougher with you, but you don’t seem to mind.

by the end of it all, he’s fucking you senseless until you’re on the verge of losing yourself, making a mess all over him as he does inside of you.

as for aftercare, he knows nothing of such. He merely gets up, wipes himself off, then lays with you and lets you cuddle close as he strokes your hair

honestly, the sex was good but he doesn’t seem to be educated enough. It’ll take a lot of it to get him perfect. ;)

Aemond

He’s a top and would NEVER let you overpower him

The entire experience is like a power trip, he tells you over and over that he owns you, and you believe it

but it took forever to even get him into bed

you’ve been set to wed for quite a while, but he’s so focused on the war and everything else that he won’t pay you ANY attention

and you HATE it

so, when the wedding comes around, you specifically request a bedding ceremony, which pleases his mother after some hesitation

at first he weirdly hesitates in touching you, instead he commands you strip in front of him.

as your corset and gown drop, a sly smile comes to his face as he licks his lips at the sight of your figure

he’ll move over and run his fingers down your stomach and to your lower lips, rubbing in a circle

where he learned this? God knows, but it feels so good you can’t dwell

your legs turn to jelly as he slowly strips himself from his garb, smacking your hand away when you attempt to assist

he’ll lower you on the bed with one arm, kissing down your collar bone and chest, licking over your nipples

”You’re gorgeous,” he’ll whisper in a deep and lustful voice. “All of this is mine.”

he’ll then push inside you without warning, stilling and looking into your eyes forcefully, his eye patch still on

”Isn’t that right.” He’ll growl, thrusting unto you with slow and rough smacks of his waist to your inner thigh

”Come on, baby” he’ll coo, holding your hands down and smiling so sly

”say it.”

you swallow hard then can’t utter any words, it feels amazing, like you were made for this very moment

he slows to a stop and chuckles at your whimpers, shuffling ur hips

”Say. It.”

“I’m yours” you’ll whimper, his smile growing. “I’m yours and yours alone, Aemond.”

You reach up to take his eyepatch off and he flinches, catching you off guard

”I don’t want to scare you,” he suddenly says, making you flush and smile.

”You’re perfect, a scar couldn’t scare me.”

He hesitantly let’s you take off the patch, his sapphire eye now visible. You hold his face and kiss the scar, feeling him twitch inside you at such a gesture.

He starts moving in and out, panting and letting out low grunts but not loud enough for it to trail outside of the room

He’ll grow into a pounding, enjoying pulling your hair and flipping you around like you’re a play thing

He’d degrade you, mixing them with praises and leave red hand prints from smacking your ass and thighs

He’d go for about 2-3 rounds before finishing up inside, and making sure you finished as well.

He’ll then clean you up with extra cloth and even give your cunt a few licks, then kiss you and make you taste both of your juices and the love you made.

then, he’ll arrange a bath and take it with you, not caring to clean up the mess on the sheets, urging a servant to do it for him as he holds you close in the water and says nothing

just rubbing your thigh and kissing over your shoulder with relaxed breathing as you wash his hair and face with peppered kisses between each other

Jacerys

A top. For sure.

he definitely likes to take control after you think you are, another power trip but much gentler

hes also like Aemond with he doesn’t do anything sexual until the bedding ceremony

but not because he’s too busy for you, oh no he’s made SO much time for you

he just has fun doing romantics rather than sexual things with you

every day is a new adventure, you almost forget your desires

but once the bedding ceremony starts, he’s got his hands on you in ways you didn’t think were possible

of course, he starts off slow, taking you from your garb without any haste

he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but doesn’t seem all that interested in your body

no, he loves that pretty face of yours

he loves the expressions it makes, the noises that come out of those beautiful parted lips

he loves it with so much of his being that he’ll do anything to see those faces

so, he picks you up with a heated kiss and places you against the wall, looking to you eagerly as his kisses trail down. He keeps you up with just those strong arms on your legs

he loves how surprised you get when he places your thighs on his shoulders

oh he definitely knows his way with his tongue too

he’ll know all the right places, looking up to you as his tongue dances on your cunt and inside

he smiles, you can feel it in those lower lips of yours, when you tilt your head back and say his name

he LOVES it when you say his full name

not Jace, but Jacerys

he removes himself just before you can finish, kissing you and making you taste yourself on his tongue

he’ll place you on the bed so gently, his hands feeling over your waist and a giddy grin spread on his face

”You’re all mine,” he’ll whisper, raising a brow. “I want you to remember that. My wife, the barer of my beautiful children.”

unlike Aemond, he sticks to praises and loving terms

”Love” “Beautiful” “Pretty” “My goddess”

and you definitely feel like a goddess

he doesn’t insert just yet, rubbing it on the base of your lower lips and slit

he teases you, but not in painful way

you softly beg him

he loves it, he loves when you speak. Your voice is like honey to him, he wants to eat it up and drown in that beautiful tongue of yours

”Since you asked so nicely, Princess” he’d tease, shoving inside of you before running still and gentle

he def moves his hand down to work the clit. No questions asked.

he’ll kiss you only a few times, not wanting to silence you

he’d work you well. Slow at first, then a steady rhythm. Not too fast, but not insanely slow

he’d leave marks on your chest, in places only he can see

and when you’re done, he’d bury deep inside and let it out

as for aftercare, he’d pick you up once he’s recovered and whisper about how amazing you did

he’d clean you up and see to it you’re bathed. He doesn’t mind being sweaty and heated, so he doesn’t get in the bath with you

no, he instead bathes you like a servant

he’s so gentle with his touch, it almost feels ludicrous

then, he dries you off and takes one last moment to admire your beauty

then, he dresses you. He doesn’t let you do it yourself

he has trouble with it at first, even if it’s just a night garb

But once he’s got you clothed, he’ll take you back to the bedroom and get the sheets changed before holding you close and drifting to sleep after you

Podrick

hear me out, a soft switch

he LIVES to please you

Definitely has mommy issues and a mommy kink

since he isn’t of royalty he’d probably act on his desires when you show interest

he’d definitely only do it when you want to, but that doesn’t stop his tempting gaze

he finds you gorgeous, eyeing you down and smirking slightly to himself as he thinks the nastiest thoughts of you

and oh you love it. So much.

When you finally admit your desires, he’ll ask if he can kiss you

he seems shy at first, gentle with his hands and movements

then, you show eagerness and desire. It drives him crazy

he’ll open your legs and work your cunt with his tongue

he loves. LOVES. When you scream and shake

he’ll pet your thighs and pump his tongue in and out at a steady pace while sucking on your folds and clit

he’d have to hold your legs down as you cum in his mouth, and he loves it

he’d try to get up and leave for a moment, but you stop him and plead for him to lose himself with you

he’s SO hesitant, but then strips from his clothes and gets on top of you

as he’s on top of you he’d softly go “Are you sure?” And wait patiently for your consent

when given, he’ll push in, and the sigh he lets out as his eyes roll back is mesmerizing

he’ll bite his lip, hard, and move slowly in and out, groaning and looking in your eyes, loving the sight of you

your faltering expression gives him confidence as he presses his hand on your clit and works it as he quickens his pace, making you roll your eyes back as well

he’d be too nervous to kiss you, just working you like he’s don’t this a million times over.

he’d cradle you after he busts outside, and finger you until you softly plea him to stop.

he’ll wipe you off and clean himself off, not thinking of bathing, just holding you close and not wanting to lose this moment.

he’ll leave soft marks on your shoulders and chest, obsessed with your breasts, and admire you with so much love

”I love you” he’ll whisper “I hope I can marry you soon.”

Bran

A bottom. I will not take criticism.

he doesn’t know where the clit is, and it’s not necessarily a bad thing. He’s just too inexperienced

When you first present the idea of exploration into sexual territory, he’s hesitant

he’ll look at you with a “me? You want to try with ME?”

When you insist that you want him, he’d flush and kind of pull away

when you ask why he’s so scared, he tells you “I’ve never tried anything like that before.” And then look at you, so lovingly and worrisome “I’m not even sure if *it* works.”

his eyes will widen when you say “There’s only one way to find out.” And he nods then verbalizes consent to trying.

He’s shaking as you help him lay comfortably on the bed, his eyes trailing you. He loves when you tease him.

you sit on his lap and roll your hips as your garb is stripped, and he eagerly reaches for you, but you stop him. He obeys, looking at you with pleading and innocent eyes

his eyes start on only your face, then his thoughts best him. He looks lower, eyeing your chest and sighing, a new hardness under his clothes. Then lower, and he lets out what almost sounds like a pitiful whimper

you’re flushed at his reactions, taking his hand as his gaze snaps to your face with a guilty look. You move his hand and guide it to your clit, where his breath hitches at the wetness below.

”Rub in circles, Bran,” you’ll whisper, watching as he swallows hard and licks his lips as he works you insanely well, surprising you. You whine and moan softly, his eyes blowing wide and his cheeks blood red.

he LOVVVES your noises holy shit

and he adores the way your breasts bounce as he pleases you

he would be fine doing this and only this the entire time, but is surprised when you move his fingers to your entrance and adjust them, then push them in.

he keeps them still, then you guide them in and out, his eyes going to your face as you sigh and groan. He moves faster, picking up the movement amazingly.

As you strip him from his clothes, he looks adorable while he’s flustered. Shuffling and eyeing your chest once more then your face.

he does NOT know where to look

you’ll reveal his cock, and it’s big. Much bigger than you expected on a man, it’s stands up straight and eager, twitching slightly. He looks HUMILIATED.

you reassure him, moving to his side and holding his head to your chest, he kisses over your breasts and groans, moving and licking over your nipples. He LOVVVVES this.

you jerk him off, seeing if he feels it. And oh he definitely does.

he grabs you, shuffling and moaning under his breath, it almost doesn’t make you wanna stop

but you steady to a stop and ride him, his eyes rolling back and his breathing heavy and uneven. He holds your waist, moaning your name over and over as you hold his arms and tilt your head back. He sits up all the way and kisses you

he loves how your lips taste, groaning against your mouth and even moving into a sloppy make out to muffle his pathetic whimpers.

he softly tells you he thinks he’s about to burst from the inside and you tell him it’s you being close to cumming. He doesn’t even think about it and without warning bursts inside of you.

hes definitely apologetic after the high wears down, but you shush him and cuddle close, not caring about a cleanup. You just want to be close to him, and he wants the same.

Robb

He’s a hard read, but I feel like he’d top you after being a bit unsure about his place in the bedroom

he’d definitely know where the clit is. I take no criticism.

he’d do it whenever you seem to show a lot of interest in it, and would sacrifice anything to keep you as his

he starts off slow, getting excited at just the sight of the garb sliding down your shoulders

his eyes are EVERYWHERE. At first, your face, in need to feel like he isn’t disrespecting you somehow, but once he sees your body he’s done for

he loves when you pull his hair, especially when you kiss him.

he’d finger you until you can’t function, smiling so wide at just the sight of your desires

he’d never push you into anything, just kissing down your body and leaving love bites all along your skin

he’s OBSESSED with the way your body follows his hands, and how you lean into him with such desire

he’s definitely a doggy style type of boy

dont get me wrong, he LOVES looking at your expressions, but he loves pulling your hair and seeing the way your back arches

he’d start off slow, rolling his hips in a gentle and easy rhythm, but when it’s not enough for you he hastily pounds you into the bed

he’ll bite. 100% he bites you and will whisper “Such a good girl, my pretty little thing… You’re all mine.” And would grip your ass, groaning softly in your ear

no hesitation or apologies, he cums inside and ENSURES you’re over your limit before he’s done

he’d take such good care of you. Washing you off, kissing the sore spots, massaging you, he’d even offer to give you some… “after treatment” with his mouth ;)

def eats you out after too, after he washes you off he goes for another round but only for your pleasure, letting your ride his face

he’ll then wipe you down and pepper you with kisses, dressing you and refusing to let you help

he’d then cuddle you so close, promising to love you forever and that he’d never let anyone hurt you, refusing to sleep until you’re sound asleep and he knows you’re safe.

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Mjolnir’s Masterlist

🐻=fluff 🔪=angst 💚=smut 18+ ✔️=finished

Bucky Barnes

• Love In The Dark 🔪✔️

• Texture 💚✔️

• Scared 🔪💚✔️

• Silver Bullet 🔪💚

-Pt. One

• You’re The Reason I Smoke 🔪✔️

-Pt. One, Two

• Trying To Derail My One Track Mind 🔪💚✔️

-Pt. One, Two

• Haunted 🐻🔪

-Pt. One, Two, Three, Four, Five

• Christmas Countdown Request 🐻✔️

• It Was Never Gonna Happen, Doll | X-Men Au 🐻🔪💚 (coming soon)

Natasha Romanoff

• Executioner | Renaissance AU 💚✔️

Yelena Belova

• Pickpocket 🐻✔️

Clint Barton

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Multicharacter

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• Not My Type Part 2 Bucky/Steve 🔪✔️

Aegon Targaryen II

• Aegon’s Shadow 🐻🔪 (on hold)

-Ch. One, Two, Three, Four

Daemon Targaryen

• Christmas Countdown Request 🔪✔️

• Christmas Countdown Request 🐻 ✔️

Logan Howlett

• It Was Never Gonna Happen, Doll 🐻🔪💚 (coming soon)

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: A Witcher/House of the Dragon Crossover

The sister of the Bard Jaskier, and a talented bard in her own right, had came to Westeros initially to make a name for herself. In her ambition, she ended up catching the attention of a certain Rogue Prince whose ambitions may outweigh her own.

When the unexpected happens, she must return to the Continent to seek out the white haired witcher and hope their past history will garner reason to offer her protection.

But will the White Wolf's silver sword be enough to stave off the wrath and heat of the Dragon?

Self-reader insert style

House of the Dragon character belong to George R.R. Martin and Witcher characters belong to Andrzej Sapkowski

Content Warning: +18, minors do NOT interact

Incest, DUB-CON/NON-CON, Mature Themes

Violence, swearing, sexism, slut shaming (plus/minus whore shaming) and power dynamics that are par to the course for both shows

Any other triggers I feel need mentioning will be added to the start of whatever chapter I write.

Also if you repost, be sure to cite either this page or my Wattpad page

Bonus Chapters

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 and 11.5

Chapter 12 and 12.5

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 and 14.5

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 and 17.5

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20 and 20.5

Chapter 21

Chapter 22 and 22.5

Chapter 23 and 23.5

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26 and 26.5

Chapter 27

Chapter 28 and 28.5

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32 and 32.5

Chapter 33

Chapter 34 and 34.5

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38 and 38.5

Chapter 39 and 39.5

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

[fragileheartbeats]

Could you please do more of House Lyrielle. Their island, ancestral weapons? Members, even. What are they like?

Hmmm let's see...

Ancestral Island: Isle of Lumina

The Isle of Lumina is a hidden gem nestled amidst the vast expanse of the sea. Surrounded by treacherous waters and veiled by mystical barriers, it remains concealed from prying eyes. The island itself is a verdant paradise, with lush forests, cascading waterfalls, and sprawling gardens. Ancient Valyrian architecture, adorned with intricate carvings and adorned with white roses, dot the landscape, blending seamlessly with the natural beauty of the surroundings.

Ancestral Weapons: Moonshadow, Starlight

House Lyrielle possesses a pair of ancestral weapons known as "Moonshadow" and "Starlight." Moonshadow is a slender longsword, forged from Valyrian steel and imbued with enchantments that allow it to move silently through the air, striking with deadly precision. Starlight, on the other hand, is a curved dagger crafted from a rare meteorite, its edge shimmering with faint starlight, capable of piercing even the thickest armor.

Prominent Members:

1. **Elyria Lyrielle**: The current matriarch of House Lyrielle, Elyria embodies the grace and wisdom of her lineage. With silver-golden hair cascading down her back and eyes the color of amethyst, she is revered for her healing abilities and her profound connection with her dragon, Whisperwind.

2. **Aldaric Lyrielle**: The eldest son of Elyria, Aldaric is a scholar and a warrior, his intellect matched only by his skill with the Moonshadow Blade. Though shy and reserved, he possesses a quiet strength that commands respect among his kin. Aldaric's passion for knowledge drives him to explore the depths of Lumina's ancient libraries, seeking wisdom to aid his house in its mission to protect the natural world.

3. **Elara Lyrielle**: The youngest daughter of Elyria, Elara is known for her insatiable curiosity and adventurous spirit. With a love for exploration and discovery, she often ventures beyond Lumina's shores, eager to uncover the mysteries of the world beyond. Despite her naivety at times, Elara's compassion and bravery make her a cherished member of House Lyrielle. The youngest of the Lyrielle siblings, Elera possesses a fierce spirit hidden beneath her shy exterior. With her light purple eyes ablaze with determination, she trains tirelessly with her dragon, Stardust, honing her skills in aerial combat.

4. **Whisperwind and Stardust:** Elyria's dragon, Whisperwind, is a majestic creature with scales the color of moonlight. Agile and swift, it shares a deep bond with Elyria, acting as her steadfast companion and protector. Elera's dragon, Stardust, is a smaller yet equally formidable companion, with scales that glitter like the night sky.

Characteristics:

House Lyrielle members are characterized by their shy and timid nature, often preferring the tranquility of Lumina to the chaos of the outside world. Despite their naivety at times, they possess a deep reverence for knowledge and a commitment to preserving the natural world. Their silver-golden hair and light purple eyes mark them as a true descendants of Old Valyria, their ethereal beauty a reflection of their connection to the mystical realm they call home.

[puppyxaegon]

Hi legend I saw you were taking requests and also enjoy subby Aegon; excited to see your work✨

Mayhaps a request for a blurb/hcs on Aegon getting riled up in public??? His lady just teasing and rubbing him under the table or alcove bj in the red keep. Poor baby egg can’t keep quiet either. IF YOU SO DESIRE- soft mean dom just loving every second of it. Both of them definitely about to go feral at the idea of being caught 😈😈😈

Love love LOVE this request and apologies for just now getting to it!! Very glad to be posting more subby Aegon and I promisee something more is coming soon for him I'm very excited to share it. Here's a few blurbs on these concepts for your viewing pleasure, please let me know your thoughts! Btw we have a wife reader here ofc but I'm open to writing any gender and requests are open!!

She Says

Sub!Aegon ii Targarygen x Wife!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: public setting, OC, openish relationship, a little fluff I suppose? They're whores but they love each other.

Aegon is definitely a sucker for public stuff, and there are few greater pleasures on earth than watching him squirm and bite his lip trying to keep quiet.

I mean, he loves what you do to him and he hates attending to his responsibilities so interrupting an uninteresting meeting or tournament with a bit of discreet fun seems like a win win.

Whenever you attend events together, you're steadfast by your husband's side, and it's something you enjoy taking advantage of.

Sometimes it starts when you're both bored or just in that particular mood or one reason or another.

Like at the jousting tourney when you'd noticed him almost nodding off, more than likely nursing a hangover from the previous night. Objectively, this was an embarrassment. The two of you sat in the very front row of the upper observation gallery behind the barrier, so although you were only visible from the chest up, anyone who glanced over could see the next in line to the throne struggling to keep his eyes open. It should have been an embarrassment, but you often found it was difficult to see Aegon's behavior as anything but endearing.

When it was time for the two of you to give your favor to one of the knights, you had to nudge him and he'd startled awake, clearing his throat and quickly taking your hand. The two of you stood to look over the edge of the balcony, where four knights sat atop their horses all in a line with their lances held high in waiting.

You could feel Aegon squeeze your hand and when you glanced up to him you noticed that he was locked in a stare with Ser Corryn, the young handsome knight who he'd first pointed out to you just about two months ago.

At another equally dull tournament, Aegon's attention had been caught on the man, and he told you offhandedly later that day how he wished so desperately that those knights weren't sworn to celibacy. You were sure to take note of that, and a few weeks later you surprised your husband with that very knight in your shared bed.

You'd run your fingers through Aegon's hair and kissed his forehead as he laid back in your lap, all while Ser Corryn fucked him senseless. As you listened to his gasps and moans while he squirmed against your body, you knew this was a gift he would truly appreciate. You'd seen him cum three times that night, and you cherished the taste of the tears you kissed away from his cheeks as he cried from the overstimulation.

Now almost two weeks later, Aegon blushed and gave a coy smile as he threw the floral wreath onto the knights lance. He looked between the two of you, smirking playfully before blowing a kiss and trotting away to begin the game.

Aegon was certainly awake now, nearly leaning out of his seat with his elbows propped up on the barrier to follow Ser Corryn with his eyes.

You placed a hand high on his thigh and squeezed, leaning in. " Be careful Egg, if you can't even meet the man's eyes without giggling like a maiden you may raise suspicions."

He shot you a look of faux irritation, rolling his eyes dramatically before sinking back into his seat again. his eyes wandered the space absently, but you noticed how his knees fell open a bit wider as he relaxed into the chair, granting you access.

You continued rubbing small circles into his inner thigh, pretending not to notice how he tried to suppress the twitch of his mouth as he shifted in his seat to and his breath began to hitch in his throat.

You kept your eyes forward as you ever so slowly slid your hand the rest of the way up his leg, over his stomach and down the front of his trousers and finally wrapped your flingers around his leaking cock.

Out of the corner of your eye, could see his jaw tense as he clenched his hands around the arms of this chair, nails digging in.

Poor baby, that probably hurt :(

It's a wonder that the crowd was so lively, otherwise someone would surely have heard Aegon's poorly concealed whimpers and moans.

You'd managed to string him along for the entire remaining length of the match, which had to be close to an hour. By the end, you watched him bite the inside of his cheek as he bucked his hips up into your hand and made a mess beneath the layers of clothing that concealed the two of you.

At other times, your fun was more of a tool to keep your husband in line.

You had been at a grand feast, part of some festival honoring one god or ancient hero or another. You hadn't yet gotten quite familiar the never ending fanfare and pageantry that the Westerosi clung to.

Though as the eldest son he probably should have been seated toward the middle of the long table, Aegon occupied the chair at the far left end of the setting. He always wanted a clear escape route at these things, and you of course found your space directly next to him.

This position also effectively cut him off from the rest of the table; and this combined with the heavy cloth which draped all the way to the floor made it an incredibly opportune position to stroke your husband beneath the table until he begged and whispered curses under his breath.

Aegon stared straight down at his plate, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he rolled his hips back and forth, cock rock hard and slick with sweat and precum and it slid against your hand. Suddenly you withdrew, pulling back quickly and wiping your hand discreetly on the napkin beside you.

"Be a good boy and go wait for me in the hall."

He'd looked to you with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Like this??" He hissed back, shifting in his seat and glancing down toward his lap.

You tilted your head and gave a mock sad expression, poking out your bottom lip. "Oh pity, is my boy so bashful now?" You leaned in a bit closer, assuring that he would feel your breath ghost over his ear. "You might have thought about that before contradicting me in front of your sister, love. You know how important it is that your family respects me and accepts my place here."

You could see him clench and unclench his jaw, he'd probably forgotten all about the little incident but you'd warned him about mouthing off in the company or others a hundred times. This was his punishment, and as he sighed and rubbed the crease forming between his eyebrows you could see that he understood.

"Right." You said flatly. "Now run along husband. Be careful not to embarrass yourself in front of all the guests." You ran a hand down his cheek before placing a chaste kiss there and giving him another soft smile.

He looked worried, but you could see him swallow the emotion as he reached down again to adjust himself. Just as he'd begin to push back his chair and leave the table you stopped him gently, placing a hand on his arm.

"Oh, and Aegon?" He looked to you nervously, blinking fast. "No touching until I get there."

With that you gave his arm a squeeze and turned your attention back to your wine and the chattering crowd before you. Soon enough you could see Aegon weaving his way through that crowd, eyes cast down and hands dutifully clasped in front of his body to conceal any evidence of your activities. You watched with amusement as he gradually sped up as he walked, nearly breaking into a run as he approached the door.

Not long after you saw Lady Baela break away from the crowd and approach, giving you a small bow. You'd intended to take your leave fairly quickly, not to be too hard on your boy but it looked now like he might have to be a bit more patient. "May I sit my Lady?", she asked, gesturing Aegon's empty seat, and you gave her a polite nod.

"I do hope you're enjoying the party, we're all so happy to have you at court." "Is your husband feeling well? I saw him rushing out of the room a few moments ago."

"Oh yes, he's fine just a bit tired" you lowered your voice and whispered playfully "and you know him, possibly a few too many plates of food and a few too many cups of wine". Baela giggled, nodding "Yes, to be quite honest I was a bit worried he might be sick there on the dance floor. I'm thankful you keep such a caring watch over him."

You gave her a small thank you and smile, but when she shifted slightly closer and placed a hand over your own, her face was just that more serious.

"I truly mean it, my Lady. If you don't mind my saying, my cousin was in a bad way before he had you. I'm sure you must know that, but we all saw him straying down a dark path. Now that you're here it's.." she paused, searching for the words. "He's a better man, we can leave it at that. That means something to us, our families won't forget this."

You smiled brightly and gave her hand a squeeze. "Well I'm sure you know Baela, some men just need the right lady to whip them into shape.", you remarked, winking.

That earned a heartier laugh from the silver haired woman, and you felt a glow of pride in your chest as the threw her head back and swatted at your arm.

You joined her in idle gossip for a bit longer before deciding it was time to go attend to your prince.

"If you don't mind my Lady, I think I'll go and check in on him now."

When you escaped the overwhelming chatter and footsteps which filled the ballroom, it wasn't hard to follow the echoed heavy breathing that travelled through the silent stone halls.

You made sure your footsteps clicked slowly and loudly against the floor as you approached, and you couldn't say you were surprised to find him tucked into a windowsill, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as he rubbed at the bulge in the front of his trousers. He always was a glutton for punishment

"Oh dear Aegon..." you pouted crossing your arms and shaking your head slowly. "It looks like someone still hasn't learned to follow instructions as they're given. What will we do now?"

[ilovemilfsthings]

──── ✰࿒࿎྇ ༃࿐ ‘meet the character’

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ೃ࿐ ANGEL TARGARYEN prologue of her life

« laughing on the outside, crying on the inside »

… … … angst ; shit parenting ; i love angel sm

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༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ANGEL was the youngest child of viserys & alicent. for almost all of pregnancy, viserys hoped that it would be another boy, all kings always wish for healthy sons that could eventually replace him after his death and become a good king. but unfortunately, alicent gave birth to a girl. it’s hard to have a good relationship with your father when he didn’t want you from the moment you were in your mother's womb, im right? anyway, the first years of angel’s childhood were okay, the alicent seemed to care about her, and viserys didn’t mind having her by his side almost all the time. but it all dramatically changed when she turned eight. then her father started to expect more and more from her, even the things that no eight-year-old could do, but he wanted all the best for angel, didn’t he?

then she started to grow up, and nothing changed, it only got worse. she cannot remember one day without fighting with them, mostly with her dad. it seems like he finds it entertaining to try angel’s limits, but she never shed a single tear in front of him, she didn’t want to give him satisfaction. the worst part of these days were moments when he acted like nothing happened; he didn’t care about her mental health. let’s be honest, in this world, it doesn’t matter. 

but it wasn’t only viserys who slowly ruined his daughter. maybe alicent wasn’t like her husband, and she never screamed at angel, but she also let him humiliate her youngest daughter in front of everyone. she never checked on her, and when she ran to her chamber, she didn’t do anything. she would just close her eyes and sigh with sadness, but she wouldn’t tell her husband anything. 

angel seems to hate her parents, but deep inside she was still a little girl who wanted her parents to love her, hug her and tell her that everything going to be okay. 

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✧. ┊so this is kind of sad ‘prologue’ of angel’s history. i wanted to start it like this. you guys can give me ideas with who you wanted me to pair angel with, because i have not idea for this (firstly i thought about aegon, but idk) I would write series and just random imagines with her, and you also can request some ideas to plot etc. i would definitely needed your help. but i hope that you will like this oc (personally i love her, but you can have different opinions) i think that’s it, bye!

[mistreatedangel]

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

author’s favorite = ⋆ | smut = ❀ | updated: 02/14/24

𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

— the dance of ghost.

— chocolate covered love.

—

𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

— the dance of ghost.

— the sound of symphonies.

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧

— misguided love.

𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞

— daddy dearest ❀

𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

— the inevitable masterlist. 

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

I’m so glad you reblogged that post about asking about your fics because I have so many questions!

In the stepdaughter/daemon fics you write how do you imagine their lives would go once viserys dies?

Would the dance still happen the same way?

Would rhaenyra use her authority as queen to annul stepdaughters marriage? Would she take some sort of revenge on stepdaughter for ‘stealing’ her husband? If she does try to get back at stepdaughter would daemon kill her? If he does how would that affect the rest of their family? Whose side would stepdaughters brothers pick? The young ones are easily manipulated but luke and jace are old enough to have their own opinions. In a serious lethal conflict between rhaenyra and stepdaughter, would they pick their mother or their sister?

Since the relationship between stepdaughter and the greens seems more positive than the relationship between rhaenyra and the greens, would the greens agree to stepdaughter being queen? Would jace bend the knee to his younger sister?

This is getting long so I’ll save the rest of my questions for a different time

Now this would be interesting, if Viserys passed away and reader was Rhaenyra's eldest many would probably question if she would have her daughter as her heir considering she married her husband and they do not have a good relationship but also Rhaenyra would be considered a hypocrite if she were to pass the throne to Jacaerys after her. I believe the dance would still happen, the greens would still attempt to steal the throne and maybe this war could amend a little of the relationship between Rhaenyra and her daughter, they would bother mourn Lucaerys and reader would be very much down to help in the war either on dragonback or by giving strategies. The greens would ratehr die than see Rhaenyra or her offsprings on the throne, as long as Alicent and Otto are alive they would do their absolute best to not let that happen, Otto married Alicent to Viserys to get his own blood on the throne.

After Rhaenyra takes the throne, I doubt she would try to annul the marriage between Daemon (If he were to survive) and her daughter (Also if she were to survive). First of all she would fear Daemon's wrath, he is not called the rogue prince for nothing and he was unpredictable. Secondly since her relationship with her daughter improved they would build some kind of rhythm or harmony with each other and be more at peace with the idea of sharing a husband.

But if she were to actually annul the marriage between her daughter and Daemon (if they were not married in the ways of Old Valyria which can not be annulled) after the war then I see Daemon just taking his young wife and their children and just leaving. He would grow tired after the war and let's not forget his age as well by the time. Reader would defiantly agree with him and would leave with him and their children and he would a hundred percent marry the reader in the ways of Old Valyria so Rhaenyra then cannot push them apart and maybe then he would return to the Keep but after ensuring that he could keep reader by his side.

Jacaerys would be torn between the two, one is the woman who birthed him and raised him while the other was his sister that he grew alongside of and protected. He probably would try to be the voice of reason, the peace maker and probably the messenger between the two women. Rhaenyra was not heartless and she would use Jacaerys as way to get information on her daughter and her grandchildren like their wellbeing and she would probably grow worried if she were to hear one of them got sick but try to hide it but by then Jacaerys would see the weak spot and he defiantly would cease the opportunity and try to make amends between the two.

But if Daemon would go all rogue and instead kill Rhaenyra instead of taking the hard way out then the first thing he does after marrying the reader in the ways of Old Valyria would be crowning her queen after her mother. Even if that started a war with Jacaerys or Lucaerys (If he were to survive Aemond). He would fight his wife's war happily to protect her and their children. I think he would also keep Aegon and Viserys close, they were his sons after all, and would insist they were to be raised with reader's children and defiantly manipulate them to think Jacaerys or Lucaerys were evil and wanted to harm their family. Jace and Luce would think their sister was in danger and try to save her from Daemon but if she showed that she was on Daemon's side then they would not bend the knee for her to show mercy but if she did show that she was being forced into this by Daemon then they would do their best to save her and her children.

Your questions are very welcome and you can send as many as you wish. ❤️

[elliewlums]

𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝟒𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲!

this is sooo overdue but thank you all so much for 4k! i love you all more than life <33

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝): joel miller, tate langdon, tasm! peter parker, tangerine (bullet train), eddie munson, steve harrington, jim hopper, robin buckley, henry creel, max mayfield, lucas sinclair, mike wheeler, billy hargrove, billy knight, tom grant, aemond targaryen, aegon targaryen ii, daemon targaryen, alicent hightower, ajax petropolus, bucky barnes, loki laufeyson, pietro maximoff, thor odinson, matt murdock, frank castle, rafe cameron, jj maybank, james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, cameron frye, peeta mellark, finnick odair, love quinn, fred weasley, draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theo nott, ron weasley, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, daryl dixon, rick grimes, lip gallagher, any sebastian stan/chris evans characters + any poly!variations of these characters!!

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[lyraoftheevergreens]

*HOFTD I’m an idiot and didn’t double check my self. I clearly meant HOTD so sorry 🤦‍♀️

You spoke and I gave. You can read Daemon x Niece OC here!

[disgraceful-writings]

Meant To Be

Chapter 5

Y/n and Aegon were born on the same day, with velvet eyes and white crowns. Y/n is sent to Oldtown by their mother to keep her pure. What happens when she doesn't return so? How will her twin react?

He had fallen asleep in the passageway, the exhaustion from his previous acts and wine caused him to feel the need to rest before venturing to his chambers. It was the sound of Vhagar roaring in the distance that had awoken him. Even with the tension in his head, he decided it would be best to return to his chambers. There he found a maid setting up his breakfast, as he had assumed someone has for the past few years. “I will break fast with my family”, he said with a smug smirk. She bowed and retreated back to the kitchens to relay the news and have a place prepared for him with his family. Aegon rustled through his cabinet drawer and found the concoction the maester had created to help him arise to the occasion, as he put it. He applied it to his forehead, waited some time, and left his chambers to break fast.

Upon arrival, he found his mother and youngest sister sat at the table. He sat in the middle of two empty spots and reached for the wine the squire had poured. “Kind of you to grace us with your presence, Aegon” 

“Mother. Where is the little runt?” 

She glared at him, “Aemond took y/n to see Vhagar this morning, as he had promised her yesterday. The day she returned, since it seems you don’t remember.”

Aegon simply frowned and opened his mouth, something venomous on the tip of his tongue, only to be interrupted by Aemond and y/n radiating of their flight with smiles. Y/n had stopped once she noticed her elder brother in the room, however, her smile didn’t falter. It was nice. Left him with a warm feeling inside. “Aegon, it is good to see you. How are you?”, she moved to sit on his right leaving Aemond to put a space between him and his elder brother, preferring Halaena’s company. He looked over to his mother with a smirk as if he had won a battle before turning his full attention to his sister, “I am well, I trust the carriage ride wasn’t too dreadful. Such a long way to Oldtown, mother should’ve let Sunfyre and I collect you.”

“Or Vhagar and I”, Aemond interjected. 

“An inexperienced rider? Trusted with a large dragon? You only got her recently, brother, are you sure you know how to ride her?” Aegon smirked while Aemond went to interject.

“Boys”, Alicent scolded and ferociously, politely folded her napkin in her lap. Everyone silenced and resumed eating. 

“Mother?”

“Yes, y/n?”

“Where is father? Should he not break fast with us?”

“Your father isn’t doing well, my love”, she reached out for her daughter’s hand on the table and placed hers on top, “The maester has told him isolation and bed rest until further instructed.” She rubbed the top of y/n’s hand with her thumb, attempting to give some sort of comfort. The princess nodded and went back to her plate, deep in thought. “Your Grace”, a knight entered the room with word from a raven. She unfurled it and read the contents, her face never showing emotion. She stood and left the room. “Wonder what that was”, Aegon said after the doors closed.

“Y/n”, Aemond ignoring Aegon, “Would you join me in the library? There’s something I wish to show you.” 

Before y/n could answer, Aegon did with a sigh, “She does not wish to see your little prick, brother.” Y/n whipped her head towards her elder with wide eyes. 

Aemond took in a deep breath,“That isn’t what I wanted to show her, brother, some of us don’t wish to fuck everything we see.”

“But, you do want to show her, huh?” 

Aemond went to answer, however, y/n’s chair scrapped on the floor as she suddenly stood. Both boys looked at her, “I will be leaving, Helaena? Would you join me? I would like to see the Adonis Blue you wrote to me about.” Helaena nodded and walked beside her sister as they exited. Aegon sat back with a smirk and stared at Aemond standing, watching the two ladies leave. After the doors had closed, Aemond looked cross at his brother. Aegon simply reached for his goblet, raised it in a toast, and began drinking its contents. Aemond scoffed and left the room before his brother finished his cup.

“He is jealous”, Helaena stated while watching a joro spider crawl about her hand. Y/n, admiring the butterflies her sister had found, turned to look at her.

“Why would he be jealous?”, y/n cocked her head to the side.

“You’ve been gone for a long time. Out of his web.” The spider sat atop her hand, almost as if they were making eye contact.

She had been away from her family for a while, especially Aemond. He did visit Oldtown with his mother to see his sister, but that might’ve not been enough for him. Y/n thought he was just a doting younger brother who missed his sister. Maybe she was wrong.

Y/n had decided to go for a walk, hopefully clearing her head. The gardens were beautiful this time of year, even had her favorite flowers. So sweet and calming. Suddenly she heard the loud clanking of metal. Men must be training. When she looked over the small wall, she saw her younger brother training with Ser Cole. Could he really be having those thoughts about her? She had never thought of him that way, besides, she’s always been promised to Aegon. Everyone said the gods had created them as two halves of one whole. The princess shook her head and made her way to her own chambers. As she entered, she spoke to the guards, “I will rest now, the journey from Oldtown has tired me.” She then entered her room and flopped onto her bed, hugging a pillow close. Does she even want to be married?

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Masterlist

[crownedtargaryen]

little songbird. dark vampire!aemond

MASTERLIST pairing: dark vampire!aemond x reader (a/n): inspired by this post thank you so much for endorsing me to write this! i hope you enjoy!! also mel, one thank u for proof reading this would’ve been such a disaster without you and two… her calling me the queen of vampire aemond has me in a chokehold wtf CW: dead dove do not eat, non-consensual somnophilia, BLOOD LOTS OF FUCKING BLOOD HE FUCKS YOU WITH YOUR BLOOD ON HIS DICK PLEASE BE CAREFUL IF U DONT LIKE BLOOD, brief mentions of choking, degrading, predator and prey dynamic all notes are appreciated. words: 2.4k tag list: @lovelykhaleesiii @hopelesswritergall @arcielee @aemondsversion @vermithorn @bellaisasleep @ilikeitbetterangsty @asa-do-your-thing @clairacassidy

It appears that Aemond has been giving you thought lately. He greatly admires the way your eyes sparkle with excitement as you lively engage in conversation, and he finds the delicate curves and crevices of your wrists and neck to be incredibly captivating. Driven wild by the sweet and tantalizing scent of the cherry lip balm lingering over your lips, although he's found it near impossible to banish you from his mind. Unable to shake the melody that your blood sings to him, and him alone. The hypnotic taunting to him like a siren's call- since the day you’d first crossed destined paths. It's almost impossible for him to resist these temptations, especially when his pretty piece of meat is frolicking so mindlessly right in front of him.

Aemond carefully looms over you, over every inch of your being. His eyes dark as he closely watches you nuzzle into your pillow lazily, the baggy sleeping shirt revealing your soft stomach, and yet ever so slightly, as your legs shuffle. Followed by a mindless, exhausted whine escaping your soft lips. He watches your every move intently, having been standing there for a solid hour and more, intent on not startling you awake. His breathing is palpable, his heavy-lidded eyes draped over you, lustfully gleaming over you. He thinks of leaving, desperately refusing to give in to such carnal temptations, and yet, as though the Gods wished to taunt with him, you shuffle and move your head to the side, revealing the perfect spot for him to ravish that pretty little neck of yours. He can no longer bear the hesitation.

Slowly, he moves down, careful not to wake you. Aemond's large hand trails your arm, curious to see if you'd wake to his cold touch. When you remain undisturbed, he grins wolfishly and moves his lips closer to that perfect spot in the crook of your neck. Slowly, he opens his mouth and leaves a sloppy kiss, licking over the part where he places his defined lips, brushing his teeth against your skin. All you do is sigh in your slumber, not the slightest bit stirred.

Strange.

Though too captivated by his sinful thoughts, eager to play it out, his pointed fangs grow pricking your tender skin as he looks at your figure expectantly. Surely, the sudden sting of his fangs sinking in would startle you wide awake. How mad would you be? He longingly wonders, sighing shakily into your skin as he sinks the pointed pieces further into your flesh, desperate for the stream of fresh blood to abruptly pull through. Finding a rich artery, he hungrily groans involuntarily at the metallic taste he'd been strongly craving from you and only you. When all you do, but helplessly whine beneath him in response, he falls harder in love with this raw experience.

Slowly, his hand trails between your thighs as he removes his teeth from the punctured skin. Swiftly wrapping his lips over the bloodied piece and sucking slowly to draw the blood from your flesh, devouring you as though he’d been offered his favorite wine. His hand presses to your clothed cunt, tracing over the prominent outline of your folds.

No underwear, he deciphers.

He looks at you closely, not recognizing the woman lying upon the bed anymore as someone he loves, merely seeing you as his naive, vulnerable prey. Aemond kisses the wound he’d so lovingly punctured, his tongue sliding against the throbbing site where he'd ruthlessly fed from you. He groans, a triumphant smile struck across his chiseled face, one hand pushes into the bed whilst the other rubs harsh circles against your clit through the thin fabric of your shorts. His blood-stained lips press against your throat, suckling the remnants of the sweet, metallic taste of your blood merging with his saliva. His eyes close instinctively, almost losing himself to you, as his lips suckle against your soft skin. He’s deeply consumed by the mixture of your natural aroma, blood, and the arising crisp smell of your arousal pooling between your thighs. Hopelessly intoxicated by you. His eyes open suddenly when you start motioning beneath him. Your hair entangled, now caught all twisted around you from the sudden commotion, your eyes now wide awake, frighteningly gazing up at him.

Aemond succumbs to his dominant side, refusing to have you leave, as he advances to his peak. He moves swiftly reaching down, grabbing a firm hold of your ankles. His strength was unquestionable, as he so easily pulls you by your feet closer towards his towering mass. With only him in your sight, he forces you to stare into his dark and carnal gaze, something about his look, you cannot find the strength to look away nor fight. Almost as though you’d been sucked into some hypnotic trance. He slowly leans in, his breathing heavy, as he pants animalistically. A faint squeak escapes your mouth, and yet no urge to defend yourself nor resist the man.

That's when the dark realization strikes him…

You had been awake this entire time. A satisfied grin skims across his lips, towering over you as he aggressively tears the shorts off your body, without warning. Leaning his face closer to yours, he softly coos “Little bird," moving his nose to your jaw, longingly inhaling your sweet scent. That rose-scented body wash he's now grown familiar to, has now become a scent of addiction, making his mind and thoughts melt. "Such a dirty girl aren't we?"

When you only shiver and whimper in response, silence still devouring you, he smacks your fleshy thigh harshly. Firmly pressing his clothed hardening cock to your wet cunt, sinking his teeth in the already swelling piece on your neck, making you wince and arch your back from the sharp pain.

“Answer me, you fucking bitch," he growls, grinding his hips slowly down against you. Your pants grow louder, as your chest heaves desperately to gain some pace. He lavishly licks the trailing blood from your neck, hazed eyes moving to yours as he then rips off your shirt, so easily and swiftly.

"Please," you breathlessly whine out, swallowing hard and wincing at the harsh, dull pain growing in your neck. Aemond chuckles, kissing a trail down your shoulder, dragging his pointed teeth along the fragile skin of your breasts, leaving a faintly scarred, red line trail. It takes you a moment to realize, as you fathom that the dark traces of your blood are now marked all along your skin, mimicking kiss marks like lipstick. Had it been the blood loss or the moment itself, you began to feel lightheaded.

"Please? That's fucking it?" Aemond continues to chuckle, amused by your patheticness. He begins to lick over your hypersensitive bud, adoring how your breath hitches at his sudden touch, his hips deeply grinding into you, ever so desperately gaining rhythm. He's eagerly drinking your vulnerability with every passing second, teasing you, as he rejoices that you are now his victim, his claim. He sets one firm grip against your jaw, tilting it upwards, causing you to lock your attention once again.

"You want me to fuck you, right? To make you scream unspeakable things, like a little fucking songbird?"

It's a simple question, and yet you know it has a deeper meaning. A hidden agenda of his.

You've given him your submission, without a thought.

Aemond laughs when your mouth drops to respond, only to cut you off when his moist, hot mouth covers your own. His blood-stained lips wrap around your own, as his tongue forcefully surges into your mouth.

A sweet taste you gather, as he tenderly licks at your soft lips, almost waiting for you to pucker.

"Yes. Oh god, yes, I want you to make me scream."

Aemond's sharp teeth puncture into your plump, lower lip, tugging it away from your teeth, only to suckle on the fresh blood pooling through. A thoughtless moan echoes through, lowering your head towards the mattress, needing him closer, needing him inside of you. He groans in appreciation when you raise your hand to his face, biting harder down on the flesh, making you whimper as he strongly sucks to draw blood from the smaller puncture site, feeding his insatiable addiction. His hips press into you, his mass pinned against you, pushing your wet, aching crotch against his when he suddenly, and yet unfalteringly spins you around.

"I see you still love this fucking form of submission, little bird. So needy for my cock."

You gasp out in shock as he presses you back down to the bed, and pulls his jeans down, baring his hard cock. The tip has swollen up, taunting and teasing you, as if inviting you to taste. "You want to keep me on edge, don't you?" Aemond whispers, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck once more and drinking in the blood. You whimper softly, your eyes flashing with desire. "Can't be done when you're like this, so don't bother lying to me. I know you want this."

Your head slowly turns to look over your shoulder, your lips curling upwards in a sly grin from the anticipation.

"You're an idiot," you teasingly coo, your unrelenting gaze glued to his bulging cock. You were hungry for him. His nostrils flare when you hum softly, licking the wound at the side of your neck. He groans, as his eyes instinctively roll back in his head as your mouth closes around his blood-soaked flesh, chewing at it. You know how much this turns him on.

"You fucking little slut," he mutters, moaning in pleasure, as your nails dig into the flesh of his bicep. "You want me to fuck you so badly, don’t you? I need to hear you say it."

"God yes," you hopelessly moan. "Please!"

His rumbling chuckle has you arching your back to him, your body pressed against his, wanting to feel him deeply buried inside of you. You feel him firmly tug at your hips, and his chuckle disappears into a groan when you willingly lift them, guiding his long, hard cock into you.

"You're already so wet, my little bird," he whispers, your hips moving in sync with his strong thrusts. He kisses down your back, leaving drying lip marks of blood along the soft flesh. The unspeakable noises leaving your lips, drive him feral, although begins to notice you're growing weary from the blood loss. He had to hurry before he’d lost you to slumber once more.

He draws the last of the blood from your neck, planting gentle kisses on the fresh punctures, and defiantly pulls back. You open your eyes, focusing on keeping your breathing even. He sits up, pulling you up with him.

“Bounce,” he demands breathlessly, guiding your hips to ride his aching and filling cock.

You close your eyes, and his teeth nip at your shoulder, earning a small whimper from your lips as you rise and fall gracefully. You can feel his warm, moist breath on your neck, causing chills to coarse through your body.

“Did you hear me, bitch? I won’t repeat myself again… Bounce,” he deeply growls, gripping your hips even more tighter, in an attempt to push your mass down further into him with force. You moan loudly, your eyes heavy, your lips pursed, not wanting to cave into a scream just yet. You’d wanted this moment to last for eternity.

“Gods, you’re so tight, little bird,” he growls, eyes dark and full of lust. “Mmm-hmmm.”

You can feel him growing tense beneath you, the intensity of his passion fills the room as you raise yourself on his cock, riding him out, granting him a low moan of pleasure. He swallows your moans cockily, growling low in his throat as he bites down on your shoulder, plunging his fangs hard enough to draw more droplets of fresh blood.

You moan again, as your head tilts back mindlessly. His long fingers wrap around your throat, his grip tight around your neck, making your skin burn with the pain, yet you cling on, desperate for more. His cock is rubbing against the spongy spot inside you, and you need to come before it goes numb. You struggle to breathe as he pulls away, groaning as he loosens his grip on your throat and pushes you down as your motions slow, pinning you to the blood-stained sheets as he rails that sensitive spot inside of your drenched cunt.

You desperately beg for more of him, mindless of the blood pouring out of your wound, your mouth open, and your eyes open wide as you whimper. Slowly beginning to fathom the growing weakness in your body.

“Oh, god…please, oh God,” you chant as he continues to pound into you, smearing your thin coating of blood across your sensitive vaginal walls, making you crave his release so badly. He squeezes your throat, the pressure on your neck tightening. He groans as you tense beneath him, your fingers digging into the sheets, meeting his thrusts and matching his now hastened pounding at a rhythmic pace.

“Please,” you sob, whimpering. You buck your hips upwards towards him, motioning for more. “Cum inside me…”

The words sound strange as you pant with the wildness etched from your burning desire. He growls as he digs his rough fingers into your shoulders, digging in hard enough to leave red blotches, as he shoves you down like animals in heat. "Fuckin' whore… Sing for me little bird," he can't finish his sentence for a moment, seeing stars as he pants and tilts his head back with a heavy groan. "Sing, my little songbird."

Your fast-paced breath hitched in your throat, as you sob from lust.

“Please…” you beg, panting, pulling your eyes closed. Your voice breaks. “I-I’ll do anything.”

His fingers move, pushing hard against your neck, and you force your eyes to open. He looks down intently, witnessing his lips curving into a sly smile as he nods, and you see his hand close around your waist, his cock stroking and pushing at the entrance of your folds, when it delves deep once more into your cunt. He looks at you with his dark violet eye, the sapphire glimmering magically in the dim light around you. His fangs are dripping with the blood of your neck and shoulder. Sated, his face contorts with intent and lust, lost in the pleasure as he drives you over your final edge, coming to a blissful peak. Though, the feeling is fleeting as suddenly everything falls black, and the fatigue of the blood loss finally coerces you into a slumber. You desperately try to relish the final moments of such an ungodly pleasure, as you feel your grip loosen and your eyes shut.

But Seven Hells was this was a night to remember…

[hisfavegiri]

Aegon Targaryen

My good little baby - Modern!Aegon x Girlfriend!Reader

Your mine - Aegon Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Little Dragon - Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Morning Cuddle - Aegon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Aemond Targaryen

One Mistake - Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Daemon Targaryen

Second Change - Daemon Targaryen x NiecexReader

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— HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

(cute fam moment y'know?)

AEMOND TARGARYEN

— no matter what

summary: you’re betrothed to aemond targaryen without your knowledge. upon your arrival at the red keep you find yourself attracting others, which leaves your husband jealous and insecure, with you left to reassure your love for him.

— the hand that feeds you (req)

summary: you’d shown kindness to aemond early on as his handmaid, from which a friendship bloomed. but aemond had grown a dependency on it, and on you.

AEGON II TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

JACEARYS VELARYON

— coming soon!

LUCERYS VELARYON

— coming soon!

DAEMON TARGARYEN

— all for you

summary: after hearing of your young nephews demise at Storms End you share your concerns with your husband Daemon as he reassures his love and protection for you.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

HELAENA TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

ALICENT HIGHTOWER

— coming soon!

THE GREENS

— coming soon!

THE BLACKS

— coming soon!

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⚫ masterlist

⚫ requests are open + considered

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

⚫ DOMUS DRACONIS

A collection of stories that explore four members of the Targaryen family (Aemond, Daemon, Aegon + Rhaenyra) through four themes (Shame, Pride, Lust + Desire) that I feel reflect the Targaryen Dynasty as a whole, and these characters in particular.

These stories involve the above-named characters and a female reader. The reader is not named, and given few physical descriptions where possible. I like the idea of every reader seeing the woman in the story differently. Maybe as themselves, a woman they know or know of, or maybe even an OC they create.

She's everything, they're just men.

⚫ Verecundia

Aemond x Fem!Relative Reader. Nothing too explicit, some implications ✨

⚫ Verecundia II

Aemond x Fem!Relative Reader. 18+, things get spicy✨

⚫ Superbia

Daemon x Fem!Twin Reader. Incest, Heavy Implications, Cheating ✨

⚫ Superbia II

Daemon x Fem!Twin Reader. 18+, all the inappropriateness✨

⚫ Aviditas

Aegon II x Fem!Reader. Mentions of blood, lust + all that stuff ✨

⚫ Desiderata

Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader. Strong language, flirtations with incest, heavy implications ✨