#daemon smut

[hisfavegiri]

Second Change - Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary : After hearing the news that Daemon and Rhaenyra were seen together in the brothel, you meet Daemon and want to know the truth.

You walked towards your uncle's room angrily and in a hurry, your breath was rapid and tears had gathered in your eyelids.

"Is that true?!" you shouted when you were in his room, all the servants there gasped and looked at you in shock. Daemon just kept quiet and continued to watch you

Seeing your uncle who was just silent made you even more angry, you walked closer to him and pointed a dagger at his neck.

"Answer me right now, is everything I heard this morning true!?"

Daemon looked around and motioned for everyone to come out, you could hear the sound of the door closing. Your gaze still continues towards Daemon who looks very relaxed.

“sweetling let -“

"Don't call me that!" you shouted angrily, your tears had spilled and were streaming down your face, the jealousy and betrayal that you felt really made you angry, your uncle, who you had always loved and always said that you were the only woman he loved, betrayed you with your own sister.

"I see you are very good at using the dagger I gave you sweetie" You can see Daemon smile and tilt his head, he slowly takes the dagger in your hand and lowers it.

"Can we talk about this slowly my love?"

You really hate this situation, you look at him and look away. You couldn't bear to look at his face anymore, you turned away and stepped towards the door.

"I know that you have been exiled out again, I hate you uncle and I don't want to see you again"

Before you could leave his room, Daemon grabbed your hand and hugged you tightly. The cry that you had been holding back finally broke when he hugged you, you hit his chest and he just silently accepted every blow you gave.

"Are you done?" You were just silent, he gently stroked your hair and then cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears.

"Listen to me, I never touched Rhaenyra" you pushed his hand away and snorted, “don't lie! I know it all"

"sweetling, I did take her to the brothel. I kissed her, but that was it. I never took her to my bed, I swear on my mother's memory."

You looked into his eyes and you didn't see any lies there, you were hesitant to believe him or not. but you were so sure he would never lie to you.

You leaned closer to him and gently stroked his cheek, "Maybe I'll regret this."

Before Daemon could answer you, you connected your lips to his and kissed him feverishly. You expressed your anger and sadness in that kiss. Daemon kissed you back and carried you towards the bed.

You finds yourself on Daemon lap, the dress that once covered your body now has vanished, and you exposing your entire bare body to him, who is still completely dressed. His hand stays on your back, occasionally slipping dangerously close to the small of your back to tease you. You shift closer, your bodies brushing against each other as you circles your arms around his neck and brings their lips together for the umpteenth time.

“Mmh...”

Daemon tongue pushes past your plump, parted tiers and sweeps over the insides of your mouth, a suppressed moan escapes from you. He continues chasing the undending sweetness from the pairs of your lips. The kiss soon turns aggressive and messy, echoing smooching sounds throughout the room. That only further increases their arousal, your smiles in between the kiss when Daemon palm drifts up and down your hips, sometimes squeezing on the soft skin.

“I don’t think you can walk after this, gonna fuck that attitude out off you.”

Daemon mumbles after breaking the kiss, lips still ghosting against yours, and you grinds down further on his lap, a contented sensation blooming upon sensing his bulge in between your lower cheeks.

“I would love that.”

with that Daemon laid you down on the bed and started kissing you, you felt him open his trousers and take out his hardened cock. He slowly rubbed the head of his cock against your wet folds, you moaned softly into the kiss. Daemon grinned and then he slowly inserted his cock, you squeezed his shoulders feeling how big and thick he was splitting you apart.

“Sweetling, shit you squeeze me like crazy”

Daemon gritted his teeth and jerked his cock making you moan, he gave you time to adjust to his size. he slowly kissed your face and looked at you “are you ready?”

You nodded slowly and he moved his hips against you, the pain and discomfort you felt slowly turning into pleasure and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“U-uncle please daster, please.." you mumbled into his ear. Daemon smirked and his pace fasten and becominh more hard then before. You gasped at the sudden change of pace, squeezing his hair to get some sort of grounding. You threw your head back as he kept on pounding into her fast and hard.

“I will make you full of my seed, making your father have no reason not to marry you to me. make you round with my son, see your breasts heavy with milk and let everyone know that you are only mine. do you want that love?”

he growled with every word making you moan beneath him, you nodded quickly at the thought that you would swell with his child. "yes yes uncle, please make me yours"

he smirked and kissed your neck and bit it leaving a mark there. Your moans get louder and you shut your eyes as the knot inside your stomach grew tighter, signaling that you were about to come. “oh you want to come huh? you squeeze me like crazy fuck” he growled at your neck.

The tip of his cock continues to hit deep inside of you, you moan when he finds the spongy spot which makes your moans louder, “that's it, you will come when I let you”

You shook your head slowly as he increased the speed of his thrusts, his hand finding your swollen bundle of nerves and drawing a figure eight there. you squealed and tried to push his hand away, "too much, please uncle this is too much"

Daemon just kept quiet and with one hand he grabbed both of your arms and held them above your head, he still continued to thrust into you fast and hard which made you roll your eyes back because of the pleasure. “fuck I can't take it anymore, your walls are squeezing me tight”

he squeezed your breasts firmly as he thrusted a few more times before finally coming inside of you, he painted your walls white and he felt your walls clench at his cock. you sigh at the feeling of being full and coming hard like you've never felt before.

your breaths collided, he pressed his forehead against yours and kissed you softly. he slowly pulled out his cock which made you sigh in disappointment when you felt the emptiness, he just chuckled and watched both of your juices mixed with your maiden blood leak out of your holes. he uses his thumb to put it back in and you shudder when you feel his thumb.

“now rest, I will meet your father after this” You just nodded and closed your eyes to rest, he smiled and kiss your forehead before he put on his clothes and go to see your father.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Targaryen

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Daemon Targaryen Couple - Daemon X Reader Reader - Lymeria Targaryen (Daemon & Viserys sister, Twin to Ageon, Daughter of Alyssa and Baelon) Rating - Flirty Word Count - 2103

I smiled as I stood at the top of the balcony in the throne room of the red keep. I watched over the throne room as lords gathered, word had come that today my brother returned to the city. Caraxes had been spotted across the sky and now had returned to the dragon pit. And now it was merely a matter of time before he returned. I watched my eldest brother Viserys in his best clothes, he took his crown to wear as well as his sword to hold at his side as he sat on the throne. I did my best not to shake my head at his desire for dramatics. 

But I'm sure they were purely in an attempt to keep up with my other brother's dramatics.

His footsteps echoed across the great halls long before he came into view, silence crept through the halls as he approached. 

Finally, my brother Daemon came around the corner, walking his way down the centre of the opened doors, dark sister on his hip, valerian steel armour over him a crown of bones in his silver hair, he walked with the confidence of a king his armour clinking as he walked. 

When he reached the base of the throne the kingsguard drew their swords and He stopped when the tip of the lord commander touched his armour. 

He pulled out the weapon from the stepstones the trophy of his war offering it to Viserys,

"Add it to the chair." He said before he dropped it letting it clank and clatter on the stone floor, 

I chuckled unable to hold back my amusement. Silence rang out as the commander picked up the weapon, 

"You wear a crown." Viserys glared down at him, "You also call yourself king?"

"After we smashed the triarcy, they named me king of the narrow sea," Daemon smirked back to him

I felt a desire to go down there and knock their heads together, Even after all these years, they are still my brothers and they still act like children.  

"But I know there is only one true king, your grace." Daemon bent the knee and removed his crown, "My crown, and the stepstones are yours."

"Where is Lord Corlyas?"

"Sailed home to Driftmark,"

"Who holds the stepstones?"

"The tides. The crabs. And two thousand dead triarcy corsairs. staked to the sand to warn those who might follow,"

Viseys stepped down from the throne letting the tip of his sword hit the stone floor, he took the crown that Daemon offered him in hand before passing it to his king's guard, "Rise."

Daemon rose to his feet once more and the two shared an embrace, it made me smile to see such a sight as the lords applauded.

"The realm owes you a great debt brother." 

Daemon nodded in agreement, the lords wished him well and headed out to continue their business for the day, I headed down and adjusted my red dress embroidered in dragon scales, as I approached Daemon was talking with Rhaenyra wishing her well since he had seen her. Before he turned and smiled at me.

"Dear Sister," He cooed,

"Dear brother, it is a sweet song to hear of your return." I smiled,

He chuckled and offered his arms so I happily wrapped my own around him and we shared a tight embrace, "I have missed you Lymeria," 

"I missed you too daemon," I cooed, we pulled back and I chuckled at him, "Must you always be so dramatic?"

"You'd be bored if I wasn't." he chuckled,

"I suppose," I laughed, "I am glad you are home dear brother."

"I am glad to be home," he smiled giving my cheek a soft kiss and running his hand through my hair before he softly kissed my shoulder,

I blushed but I moved away he looked confused as to why I had moved away but I glanced at Visery's who glared at us, "Shall we walk?" 

"I would enjoy a walk," He nodded and offered his arm,

I happily took it, and we headed out to the gardens to talk in private. "You must tell me of the war. Viserys refused to tell me of the proceedings even if I often asked."

He chuckled, "Oh, well, where can I start? There were many fights, and I won most of them. The men and I had quite the adventure on the Stepstones!"

"I'm sure you did, as soon as I heard the tale of the crab feeders' awful methods I admit I worried for you. Nothing could make me weep more of an evening than to think of you pinned to the beach and devoured,"

Daemon shook his head, his lips curling into a smirk "That would be a disgrace to our house to be devoured. Though not one you need to worry yourself with. I will let Nothing would ever harm me, dear sister. I always find my way out of trouble."

"you always have done. You'd think we'd be old enough now I would know never to worry you always find your way out of things," I laughed, "I'm sure Caraxes enjoyed the bloodshed?"

"Oh sure, Caraxes seemed to have an absolute blast burning, pillaging and slaughtering countless people. I think I may have had a little bit of fun myself, too," 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, still we can hope now for some time of peace thanks to your efforts. We wouldn't want to run off again anytime soon," I smiled and squeezed his arm,

"There is always something to worry about. I am glad that the Stepstones are under our control, but something else will just turn up sooner or later."

"I'm sure your right..." I sighed "still, I hope atleast you get some time to rest once more. Time to enjoy some peace and quiet before flying off to another war"

"Rest? My dear sister, when have you ever known me to have time to rest? One thing after another just comes my way, and there hardly ever seems to be any time for me to properly rest. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see."

"I suppose so, still I am thrilled you are home and I know Viserys is too even if he doesn't say it"

Daemon's frown softened, "I'm sure Viserys is more relieved than anything that we didn't lose a Targaryen while I was away. Not to mention, we need all the Targaryen's we can get, especially with the state of this kingdom,"

I chuckled a little,

"I'm glad you find the state of our family amusing, or whatever is so funny. I'm sure there are plenty of people who would rather we weren't all so close to extinction," 

"I have never. In my life. Heard you sound so much like our father. you boys. Both of you are becoming more and more like father with every passing year, the obsession with the Targaryen legacy grows with age I think. Viserys has his models, you have your fears of our extinction. One of these days I'm going to be hearing about the power of valerian blood and steel"

"Well, is it a bad thing? Should we not be concerned with our legacy? With trying to uphold our status as the most powerful and greatest house in Westeros? The way I see it, father's priorities became my priorities. And what exactly is wrong with that?"

"nothing wrong with it I merely find it amusing," I nodded, "I know I... have only hindered this..."

"Lymeria." he sighed, "You cannot blame yourself for that,"

"But I do,"

"But you shouldn't." He said, "What happened to our mother and our brother was no fault of yours." He said stroking my cheek, "We are very lucky we have you,"

"Often it doesn't seem that way,"

"Well... Will you be adding to the Targaryen legacy?"

"ohh, dear brother. I have known for a very long time that I shall only undermine our legacy. Perhaps it is why I have not become like father as you and Viserys have. I am a woman Daemon, so like it or not I will be sold away name replaced, my children half Targaryen who will not carry the name. I hold no part in our legacy"

"It seems a shame to toss away legacy due to your lack of a cock."

"it can be, it's why so may women in our family go two routes... Either rebel against the system and cast out on their own making sure the are something for the legacy like our mother, or nymeria, or Serina Targaryen all powerful women who never married and made sure the legacy was upheld. Or... They marry within our family so the Targaryen name and valerian blood remain,"

"And of those two options, which do you intend to do?"

"I have not thought of it in all honesty"

"Well, I hope that you never have to face such a decision. The idea that you may have to makes me uncomfortable."

"as does it make me. But it is the decision that makes me. You boys go to war, do politics and such this decision is all that decides me. I know which I would choose if... It were possible"

"And that would be?"

"if possible, I would uphold the tradition of our family, and maintain the legacy. I would marry with the house another Targaryen and strengthen the valerian blood... But... As you said our family is declining and we are close to extinction. Mother and father are gone, as are all our aunts and uncles, we have only one living cousin but she has already married and her children velaryons. Viserys grieves his first wife and lusts his second. His children are young and foolish... Leaving... Only you and I." I avoided his eyes as I spoke, 

but his smirk grew, "And so, you would marry me if you could?"

"I would" I  blushed, "but you know Viserys would never allow it. As much as he dreams of old Valyira he often is sickened by its practices he wouldn't allow us'

 "You're probably right, though, who said it would have to be a public affair?"

"What?"

"It's quite simple, really. all we have to do is keep it secret, so that no one knows."

"and what of our children? Do you expect for them to live in secret ashamed of their own heritage? Viserys would disinherit us and any children we had and at that point whatever was the point in strengthing Targaryen's blood if our children the future of the legacy are treated no better than them dragon seed bastards?"

"You're right," he admitted. "it wouldn't do any good to strengthen our house's blood and not do anything about our children. But I have a solution for that too."

"oh? Enlightened me?"

"I would keep our children, and I would declare them as legitimate. And no one could tell me otherwise, especially not Viserys. Would he disown me? Maybe. But they would be legitimate, and our house would be even better off for it."

"That's true. I wonder though if Viserys would feel threatened. After all... If we were to have children they would be Targaryen blood on both sides, his children are Targaryen and aeryn and Targaryen and high-tower arguments could be made about our children would be more Targaryen than his"

"Then that's all the better for us and our children. We'll just have to make sure that Viserys understands that our children are the future of the Targaryen legacy, I will not allow them branded as bastards. We just need to tell our brother the right words, I suppose."

"I'm sure we could, if.. it is something we each desire," I asked carefully glancing at him sheepishly,

"It is something we both desire. We've already established that having Targaryen children is beneficial, and I want nothing more than a strong line of Targaryen. I've thought about this quite a bit actually."

"Have you now? During these long nights in her stepstones? Or perhaps even before that?' I teased,

"Even before then. It's the logical thing for two Targaryens to do, right?" 

"it is, I admit such a thought has been on my mind... Since even before father died"

"I see that we have not only thought of the same things but for as long as each other. I suppose that means we should make it a reality, right?"

"I would like that" I squeezed his arm and rested my head on his shoulder

"Then that's how it will be. We will show the world that our union is one to be celebrated, regardless of what people may think of it."

"We only have one person to convince. Our stubborn big brother"

"He will not deny us this, I will make sure of it. It is what is best for our family, and for our joy. Come we shall go now Lymeria see if he can still be sweetened."

[baeeeeefuck]

Daemon Targaryen with mommy issues🫢🙂‍↕️

[arabellasleopardcoat]

My dear Cristi.

I was looking at your bingo and I saw that there's only one left to finish (that's if no one asked before) but in case no one has done it, I can get an nsfw with "messiness and markers of arousal" with Daemon (maybe sub/switch Dae?) x poc fem reader, please?

My dearest anon. I had spent the whole week writing your fic and not quite liking it. This afternoon, I scrapped it and wrote you 5k of pure, absolute filth like a woman possesed. I am so sorry, I swear it originally had a plot. It will be up tonight!

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Between Fire and Stone

Daemon Targaryen/Strong!female

summary: anxious about her approaching union to Aemond, the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen seeks comfort | word count: 2.8k~ | warnings: incest, reader is described with strong features, fingering, p in v sex, arranged marriage, Daemon being a cheeky cunt

A/N: idek what I was on to write this cos I'm not usually a Daemon girlie but here we are besties. Tysm @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for beta-ing 😘 appreciate you

The cold mist nipped at the skin around her ankles, a shiver running up her spine as she struggled through the jagged rock towards the Dragonmont. Her fingers brushed against the stark stone for balance, the other holding the lit torch to light her way before her in the darkness.

It was one of her favourite things, taking a stroll through Dragonstone in the hour of the wolf. Peaceful. Quiet. Something she could have all for herself. Away from the prying of her maidservants and the overbearing boisterous nature of her brothers. Though Jace, now a man grown, still held onto those immaturities.

Yet another thing that set her apart from her siblings.

For she, only a mere year younger than Jace, was considered a woman, ripe for marriage and bearing children, whereas the same hastiness was not pressured upon him. She knew her mother had never intended to bestow such responsibilities on her, but she understood, it was inevitable. As that time loomed ever closer, she found herself roaming her home more often, as if to savour the feeling of once being a child.

Where her brothers could seek adventure with their dragons once they were big enough to saddle, her egg had not hatched in her cradle. She would not inherit the birthright of the blood of Old Valyria, yet another judgement cast upon her that only inflated her sense of belonging at her mother's side. With her moonlit hair and pale lilac eyes, each of her children could not have looked more different.

Before the incident, there existed only one other soul who could truly fathom the depths of her solitude. No dragon. Ceaseless taunts. The notion of isolation, even amongst one’s family. Any semblance of camaraderie had been extinguished the day Lucerys took his eye. That defining moment when Aemond—her uncle—seized his birthright had marked the fracture in their familial bonds. In the aftermath, her mother, alongside her new husband Daemon, orchestrated a grand scheme to mend the shattered relations, a plan that involved her betrothal to him at an opportune moment.

Try as she might, she couldn't conjure the image of herself as his wife. The thought of residing in King's Landing under his roof refused to coalesce into a coherent vision. It remained an elusive spectre, haunting her thoughts with its intangible uncertainty.

Whispers of tradition and duty echoed in the hallowed halls of her childhood, spun by the gentle tongues of Septas who spoke of the sacred rites of marriage. Tales of Lords and Ladies, of the solemn exchange of vows, and the anticipated consummation on the wedding night. Some stories painted a picture of pleasure and intimacy, of unions founded on mutual desire and affection. Others whispered of duty, of sacrifices made for the sake of one's spouse, regardless of personal inclination.

Caught in the web of uncertainty, she pondered which version of Aemond awaited her, a tender partner or a distant lord, bound by duty and tradition. The unknown loomed before her like a shadow, casting doubt upon her heart and stirring a quiet fear within her soul. She knew not what to expect, but the uncertainty itself was enough to unsettle her, to sow the seeds of apprehension in her mind. And as the weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air, she couldn't help but wonder, which path would her marriage tread, and would she have the strength to endure whatever lay ahead?

Amidst the towering peaks of Dragonmont, she sought solace in the embrace of ancient flames and the soothing hum of Vermithor's slumber. Here, amidst the rugged terrain and the ever-watchful gaze of the dragons, she found a fleeting sense of peace.

But it was not the Bronze Fury that sang to her. 

“Hen ñuhā elēnī:

Perzyssy vestretis,

Se gēlȳn irūdaks…

Ānogrose.”

She felt the rush of heat at the nape of her neck. Daemon stood straight, back facing her, his voice near-matching the hum of Vermithor’s deep exhales.

“It is late, Princess.” Unlike her, Daemon remained as he dressed during the day, shown when he turned to face her, with the self-satisfied smirk on his lips. “What troubles you?” he asked.

She tried to raise her chin, but her eyes betrayed the turmoil that stirred within. 

“My fate,” she said, her careful steps drawing ever nearer. "I am to be wed to Aemond, but I fear what awaits me in that union.”

Daemon hummed, as if curiously amused.

She had known no father figure since Laenor. And though she knew sooner than her brothers the truth that lay beneath the careful picture her mother had forged, since she had been wed to Daemon, he had taken practice with his own daughters and become almost a father to her alike.

She felt his eyes sink over her once before returning to her eyes.

"Marriage is a weighty matter," he said. "But is it the marriage itself that troubles you, or something more?”

She did not miss the lilt to his voice. The one, that like his eyes had done many times before, made something squeeze in her gut. A fire burning bright. A feeling that brought her shame.

He was her mother's husband.

“I cannot say exactly,” she confessed. “Perhaps it is leaving Dragonstone. Mother and my brothers. And being alone in the capital with no face I recognise with trust.”

Daemon nodded almost indistinctly, his fingers reaching out to brush a lock of hair back over her shoulder, admiring her hair loose of its usual braids. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, a sensation both familiar and disconcerting. She fought to push aside the conflicting emotions that threatened to overwhelm her, the warmth of his touch conflicting with the knowledge of their complicated relationship.

"Leaving behind the familiar can indeed be a daunting prospect," Daemon acknowledged, his voice a velvet caress, “But fret not. Within you resides the same fire that fuels your mother's resolve. Embrace it. You are as much Targaryen as any of them.”

She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks at the intensity of his gaze, at the way he seemed to see straight through her defences. She knew she should be wary of his advances, of the way he danced on the edge of propriety with his words and his touch. But there was something undeniably alluring about the way he held her gaze, about the way he made her feel desired and understood.

"Thank you, Daemon," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your support means more to me than you know.”

Daemon's smile was a slow, seductive curve of his lips, his eyes alight with a fire that mirrored the flames of the Dragonmont. 

"Ah, but my dear Princess," he replied, his voice low and husky, "you have yet to discover the true depths of my support.”

She felt her throat close up, the feeling mirroring somewhat what happened between her thighs.

What could he possibly mean?

“Do you fear it?” he asked. “The act of consummation?”

Her cheeks flushed crimson at Daemon's bold question, his words sending a jolt of both arousal and apprehension coursing through her veins. 

“It… is perfectly normal, I would think,” she answered, words failing her.

"Princess," he murmured, his voice a soothing caress against her skin. "There is no shame in feeling uncertain. It is only natural to have doubts, especially when faced with such intimate matters.”

She felt he was circling her, as dragons did their targets. And felt her heart thumping in her chest.

“With Aegon, I dare say, I would join you in your uncertainty. But Aemond, on the other hand… is a different matter entirely.”

“How so?” she asked, breathing out when he disappeared out of her line of sight, his presence at her back, fingers draping past the material of her dress.

“I am afraid he may be less… forthcoming with expressing his desires,” he purred. “He may be cold, or at least that is how it may be interpreted.” Her eyes met his with bated breath as he appeared on her opposite side, closer. “He may not be so adept with the pleasures of a female body.”

She swallowed, a chill settling on her front, her body reacting thus. He remained silent, as if daring her to say what he knew was already on the tip of her tongue. So, she took the plunge. “And…you are?”

Daemon smirked smugly, and she knew she already had her answer., “What do you think?”

Her heart raced. Her mind struggled to contemplate whether she should be honest or not, for she had heard stories and rumours. She knew she was treading dangerous waters, playing with fire in the form of her mother's husband, but there was a part of her that couldn't resist the allure of his confidence, his charm, his undeniable magnetism.

"I... I suppose I never considered such matters," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the admission.

Daemon's eyes danced with amusement as he stepped closer. "Perhaps it is time you did," he murmured, fingers trailing lightly down the curve of her spine.

Her skin vibrated with anticipation as she fought to maintain her composure in the face of his overwhelming presence. She knew she should pull away, should put an end to this dangerous game they were playing, but the lure of Daemon's charm was too strong to resist.

“Mayhaps I could demonstrate and put your worries to rest,” he suggested, crossing the imaginary but daring line seemingly without fear. “Rest assured, my experience in such matters is... extensive."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to maintain her resolve, her body betraying her with every flutter of her lashes, every quickened breath. “But… you and Mother—”

Her lips clamped shut with the bruising of his grip in the softness of her waist, urging her back to the rocky, hard wall. Only now, when faced with the Rogue Prince, did she realise just how small she truly felt.

“Your mother is preoccupied with her own affairs," he replied, his voice dripping with a dangerous allure. "She won't concern herself with our little... indiscretion.”

The realisation sank in that she was alone with Daemon in the secluded confines of the Dragonmont, far removed from the prying eyes of the world. And yet, she still felt her lips go dry when he hung the torch and trailed his touch upon her skin where he was taking her skirts with it.

She could not hide her nerves, or the beating rush of arousal, “Bu—but… with Aemond, I must—”

The air felt warm as her skirt was rucked around her hips. She squeaked when his calloused fingers swept through her folds, ashamed to find she was affected by what he was doing to her as her slick coated them easily.

Daemon chuckled, a pleased hum in his chest that she was wet and ready, while his other hand busied with the laces of his breeches, “Sweet girl. When my dear nephew has his cock buried inside you on your wedding night, he will not know the difference.”

His words, combined with the tight circles he applied to the forbidden bud tucked between her legs, had white hot pleasure burning in her veins. Her lips were parted, but no sound came out. All she could do was look upon his pleased face with a hedonistic expression, feeling very much like they were doing something deliciously wrong but could find no reasonable excuse to cease.

“Do not look so surprised. I have seen the way you watch me. Are you not ashamed for looking upon your own mother’s husband with lust?” 

The more he touched her, the more arousal he coaxed forth, the sound lewd and forbidden in the raw silence of the Draognmont. She could not answer his question without subjecting herself to further embarrassment. Even so, attempting to concentrate enough to form words as his two forefingers slid within her tight, hot walls, was near impossible. She gasped quietly, the feeling so foreign and yet not unpleasant. And like Daemon in any other scenario, while his motions were forceful, somewhat brutal, they were calculated, without effort. Like it came innately. Her hands found purchase on his shoulders, his digits buried deep inside curved towards him, stoking a fire at the hearth of her.

“Answer me.”

She nodded frantically. “Yes—I am ashamed—”

It was all she managed before the feeling began to crest, building and building as if she were climbing some great height and was about to tumble off. But she only exhaled shakily as Daemon withdrew his fingers from her fluttering, sensitive walls, using the moisture to lubricate himself with a careful caress of his manhood.

He chuckled at the wounded expression on her face. “No need for shame, Princess.”

She caught the glint of his ring as he wrung the fabric of her skirts in his fist. Her eyes widened as the head of his cock disappeared easily between her swollen folds, with no real full feeling until he pushed forward, both with hesitation and a sort of evil excitement.

Her back pressed against the jagged stone, her lips only parted to suck in air where it had left her lungs. It was a feeling she could describe very little, the sting of being stretched around him painful and yet once sheathed fully inside her, hips pushing against her own. Daemon wrapped his fingers around her fleshy thigh to tug her leg over his hip, a flash of white hot pleasure creeping up her spine. He only grunted, her slick ridges gripping him greedily without any effort on her part. 

For a few moments, he stayed like that as if waiting for any complaint, but when he found none, began a steady rhythm, fingers creating crescent-moon shaped welts in her skin. He did not share in her reaction. He simply raised one corner of his lips in a pleased manner, watching her face, treating it very much as a lesson in pleasure more than anything else.

She could scarcely think with the violent push of his hips, the notch of his belt stabbing into her each time.

“My nephew does not deserve this perfect. little cunt.” He grunted from the effort. “Tell me, Princess—when he is fucking you with his narrow little prick, will you be thinking of this instead?”

Her eyes slipped shut, her head tipped back and fingers coming to her own mouth to muffle the lewd sound that threatened to come out. Her perceived embarrassment at her own enjoyment of this only seemed to motivate Daemon further, and he widened her hips with a soft nudge of his knee against her leg and groaned at the way she tightened around him.

“You liked that, didn't you?” He breathed against her face, looking briefly down between them to watch how he rooted himself inside her over and over, as if unable to believe this was really happening. “I bet he won't make you this wet. I doubt the little cunt will even know how to make you come.”

Her skirt fell from his hand as it drew down between them, and she resisted the urge to squeal when he began to apply pressure in tight, sure circles around her bud.

“You shall have to teach him those pleasures.”

Her fingers gripped his forearms tight as she climaxed, her tight, hot walls spasming around him uncontrollably. It was so utterly different to the way she had pleasured herself before. This time, the forbidden combination of Daemon stretching her open around him and the pleasure he coaxed from her with his fingers meant that this peak seemed to drain her entire body of energy. Her body feeling boneless in his hold, that if he let go, she would surely lose her balance.

A flash of fear cracked like lightning across her subconscious. Surely he did not intend to spill inside her?

He did not overstimulate her for much longer as he neared his own end. Rather, he savoured the feeling of her warmth sucking him in for just a few moments more before pulling out, stroking himself vigorously to completion, warm ropes of his spend coating her lower stomach.

In the quiet dead of night with only her laboured breathing to echo within it, she felt her eyes could not keep up with her mind as she glanced back up at him. His rapidly cooling seed began to dribble towards her thighs, swiftly covered by her skirts once more as Daemon lowered her clothing back into place. The reality of the dangerous and yet delicious sin she had committed with him began to rise into clarity.

Upon his fingers shone the damning proof of his sordid claim on her, pearly in the glow of torchlight. “What a waste. I’d have liked to see it dripping from you.

But that pleasure… I shall save for my nephew, sweet girl."

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Maybe You're The Problem

Summary: You unintentionally make Daemon jealous and have to pay the price for it.

Warnings: Possessive Daemon, Fem Reader, Fingering is the foreplay, Squirting

Word Count: 3.1k

The prince is always thinking about you. When you’re not around, he is always looking to see if you are nearby. When you are, he is always watching you. Every time you leave the room, he is counting the seconds until you come back. He is possessive about you. He will not let anyone get close. He knows what you like, and he knows what you don’t like. He knows what makes you smile. And he knows how to make you angry. He likes to watch you when you get angry. Your heart beat rapidly as you continue the thought. Your mind flashes back to all the times Daemon has watched you before, his intense gaze that made you feel like he was looking into your soul. You felt your body start to get hotter as you remembered the way his eyes roamed your body and the way you felt his presence like a physical force. Your breathing becomes quick and shallow as you think about how he made you feel, especially when he got jealous or possessive over you.

He is jealous of other men who come near you, no matter how platonic. He sees you speaking to another and he immediately has feelings of jealousy and protectiveness. He wants you to be his and his alone. He does not want anyone else to have you. He wants you to be his alone. He feels like you are his, and he is possessive over you. His jealousy makes it even more intense. He looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice, with his piercing gaze that makes your stomach flutter. He wants you. And he wants you to want him. He wants you to need him. He wants you to belong to him. He wants you to be his. He wants to possess you completely. He will make you love him. He will make you hate him. He will make you feel things you have never felt before. And once he does that, he will never let go. He will never let anyone else near you. He will not let anyone else have you. You will belong to him, and him alone.

Daemon’s eyes narrow as he watches as another man smiles at you. He immediately strides over and positions himself next to you. You can sense his jealousy and anger. He places one arm around you and the other on his hip. His eyes glare daggers at the man who approached you. He doesn’t say a word. You were suddenly so aware of the feel of him when he put his arm around you, you could feel his chest pressed against your shoulder. The air was charged with the tension of his presence. You could feel his jealousy and possessiveness radiating from him. A shiver ran up your spine when your mind flashed again to the last time you thought about this… when he got a bit too touchy with you when he was jealous.

He gives one last glower at the man standing there before turning his gaze to you. His arm squeezes you a bit too tightly against him. You can see the slight hint of a smile on his face. He is enjoying the fact you are his. He leans in ever so slightly, so close his breath tickles your neck as he whispers. "Mine." You were utterly transfixed by him. You could feel the heat of his skin pressing against you and his scent surrounding you. You couldn't deny the fact that his presence made your skin crawl and your body tingle. His possessive tone made your heart race faster than it ever had before. You trembled slightly when he whispered in your ear and squeezed you tightly against him. You felt your breath quicken even further and a shiver went up your spine at the thought of his hands on you. His mouth brushes your earlobe as he whispers into your ear. "Don’t entertain other men." He squeezes you even tighter. His grip is powerful and uncompromising. He won’t let you go. But just as quickly as he whispers in your ear, he releases his grip and backs away. His eyes bore into you, never leaving your face.

You can physically feel the power of his gaze on you. His piercing eyes seem to drill into you, as you can't look away from him. You feel his presence lingering around you as he backs away. You shiver when your mind flashes to previous situations where he has done this before. Your breath hitched once more as you thought about his hands on you, the way they made your body tingle just with their touch alone. You feel a tingling sensation up and down your spine as you realize how powerful he is, both mentally and physically but quickly nod your head in understanding. He notices the slight quiver passing through your body when he squeezes you. He looks at you with a satisfied and smug look on his face. He finds your insecurity to be adorable. He knows just the right way to make you squirm. In the past with other ladies he has had, he enjoyed watching their reactions as he got jealous or possessive, but with you, his reactions are different. He enjoys watching you tremble, and it makes him want to explore even more of that trembling with his touch.

He gives an almost imperceptible smile as you nod. Even the slightest change of emotions from him gives you a feeling of satisfaction. He enjoys the thought that he has complete control over you. You could do anything for him. He knows your every weakness. And he knows how to exploit those weaknesses. But you were a smart girl. You were well aware of his control. But you don’t fight it. He likes you even more because you are willing to let him have this power. Your submission to him makes him lust for you even more. You could feel the heat rising in your body and your heart rate speeding up as the memories of his control over you come rushing to your mind. You feel the heat of temptation start to fill you as you remember all the ways he controlled you and made you submit to him. It made you powerless to him. You felt lust rising within you and there was nothing you could do but submit. You wanted to resist him but felt completely powerless to do so. It gave you an indescribable feeling of intense pleasure, as he took complete control of you.

Later into the night, Daemon lays silently in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He has had a good day. And now he will have a good night too. It is the night he has been waiting for. It is the night he can have his way with you. He will make you his. To him, you are not a woman. You are the object of his desire. He will make you into his property tonight. You walk cautiously through the dimly lit hallway. You know that it was time. The thought of taking this last step was both exciting and terrifying for you. You couldn't deny the rush of anticipation and arousal you felt. You were about to finally submit to him, and you felt yourself grow both eager and nervous over it. You reached Daemon’s door and paused for a breath before knocking softly.

Daemon hears the knock. He gives no sound or sign of anything at first. He just listens. Then he shifts his position in bed ever so slightly. His heart starts beating more rapidly. His fingers twitch. He remains silent for the few moments it takes you to knock. Then, with another position shift, he speaks. "Enter." Your heartbeat quickened as you heard his voice. You gave yourself a small pep talk before opening the door and stepping inside his room slowly. You take a small breath before entering further into the room, letting the door shut behind you. You take a few steps into the room, your heart pounding even faster now. You could feel your palms start to sweat as you look around. you tried to appear fearless and strong as you looked at him silently. Daemon has his eyes fixed solely on you. He sees you walk through the door, step by step. You were nervous, but there is still the faintest hint of excitement coming from you. You weren't going to back down. You were strong, and he liked that. And he can see the way your body reacts to him, like the faint vibrations that would cause an earthquake. He feels as if he could take control of you at any moment now. He waits for you to make your own move.

Daemon remains in bed. His eyes roam your body as you stand there. He can see the way your hands are trembling. He can sense your fear. But he can also sense your arousal. He can feel the heat radiating from your body. You want him, and he can't wait to have you. You were unaware of how your body language betrayed you. You tried to stand still and hide the fact that you were both nervous and aroused. Your heart was beating rapidly and you could feel the heat of your body radiating through you. You tried to remain composed, but your breath was quickening and your hands were trembling slightly. You took another step forward as you looked at him silently. You felt the heat and passion building within you as you stood there and wondered what he had planned for the night.

He waits a few moments. Then he gets out of bed and approaches you. He can see the nervous look you are trying to hide. He can see the arousal in your eyes. He knows what you are here for. All that is lost on him is his self-control. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he grabs you by the arm, spins you around, and throws you into his bed. "My sweet," said Daemon. "No. My bed chamber is where you belong." Daemon continued to touch you in intimate places, caressing your skin all over your body. "You know you want it," said Daemon in a husky voice. Daemon kissed you again, harder this time. He began peeling away your clothes. The unexpected roughness took you by surprise and you squealed out of shock and pleasure, as his hand grabbed you and pulled you towards the bed. You were unprepared for him to throw you onto it and fell on your back. You felt the heat of his touch on your skin, his hands roaming over you with the intent to please and explore. Your breath quickened as you lay there, enjoying every intimate touch. The feel of him against your skin made you feel all too sensitive and made you feel as if every touch was sending sparks through you.

He loved seeing the way your body responded to his touch, the way your breathing grew more rapid, and your moans became louder. He knew that he had found someone who enjoyed being taken control of, and he couldn't wait to show you just how far he was willing to go to satisfy his deepest desires. As he threw you onto the bed, Daemon quickly climbed on top of you, pinning you down with his weight while he began kissing along your neck and collarbone. His other hand reached between their bodies, finding your entrance and teasing it gently before pushing inside slowly but firmly. You gasped as he pinned you down beneath him, feeling the weight of his body pressing into hers and making you feel completely vulnerable. The sensation of his fingers entering you slowly but firmly sent a shiver down your spine and caused you to squirm slightly beneath him. You let out a soft moan as he continued to thrust his fingers into you at a steady pace, filling you up completely and making you feel incredibly full. You couldn't help but arch your back in response to the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

Feeling your body react to his dominance only served to further fuel Daemon's arousal. He loved watching you squirm beneath him, knowing that he was taking complete control of your body and mind while he got to enjoy it. As he continued to slowly slide his fingers in and out of your growing wetness, he leaned down and whispered into your ear, "You like this don't you? Being under my command?" His voice was low and seductive, almost hypnotic in its tone, and it seemed to have an immediate effect on you. You nodded eagerly, unable to speak due to the intensity of the pleasure you were experiencing. With one final deep thrust of his fingers, Daemon pulled them out and sucked them clean, revealing his large erection to your hungry gaze. You couldn't help but nod in agreement as if showing you wanted more, unable to resist the pull of his domination and the intense pleasure that came with it. You wanted nothing more than to submit fully to his commands, to let him take control of your body and mind without any resistance. The sight of his massive erection caused a surge of excitement within you, and you eagerly awaited what he would do next.

Seeing your eager submission and the way your eyes were fixated on his throbbing cock only served to heighten Daemon's arousal even more. He knew that he had found someone who truly craved the experience of being taken by a powerful and assertive lover, and could easily control this unlike most things in his life while he couldn't wait to give you exactly what you wanted. Without warning, Daemon lifted himself up slightly off of you and then slammed back down onto your trembling body, driving his length deep into your waiting pussy with one swift motion. The sound of your flesh colliding echoed throughout the room as he claimed you completely, his hips bucking wildly as he pounded into you over and over again. "Ahh... fuck!" You let out a startled yelp as he suddenly entered you, the sudden impact causing you to cry out in surprise and pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you as you felt the full force of his size and power enveloping you. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could barely contain your delight as you felt yourself getting completely filled by him.

As Daemon's massive cock plunged into your tight pussy, he grunted loudly with pleasure, his balls slapping against your thighs with each powerful thrust. He loved the way you clung to him, your legs wrapping around his waist as if trying to hold on for dear life. It only served to make him feel even more dominant and powerful, knowing that he was taking possession of everything you had to offer. He continued to pound into you relentlessly, his hips moving at breakneck speed as he emptied load after load of hot cum into your waiting womb. You held onto him tightly, feeling his thick length filling you up completely and stretching your walls to their limits. The sensation was incredible, and you couldn't help but let out a series of whimpers and moans as you rode the waves of pleasure washing over you. The sound of his grunts and the warmth of his cum filling you caused you to squirt in ecstasy, releasing your orgasm in a torrent of liquid that soaked both of you.

Daemon's grunts grew louder as he emptied himself into your eager pussy, his cum shooting forth in thick ropes that painted your inner walls and dripped down onto the sheets below. He reveled in the way your body convulsed around his throbbing member, "Please don't stop... just let me experience this incredible feeling." Your words are almost desperate as you plead for more of the intense sensations coursing through your body. Feeling the intensity building within you, you start to lose control and begin to cum uncontrollably. The warmth and fullness of Daemon's cock inside your pussy only serve to fuel your orgasmic release even further. your release coming in a torrent of pleasure that left him feeling satisfied and fulfilled. As he finally came to a stop, Daemon remained buried deeply inside of you for several moments, catching his breath before finally pulling out and rolling off of your body, leaving you lying alone on the bed covered in a mix of sweat and semen. You let out a contented sigh as he pulled out of you, feeling incredibly satisfied and fulfilled by the intense pleasure you had shared together. You lay still on the bed, your body still quivering with aftershocks as you looked up at the ceiling, feeling incredibly relaxed and happy.

As Daemon rolled off of you and onto the bed beside you, he gazed down at your beautiful face, admiring the way your face was glistening with sweat and your chest heaving with each breath you took. He knew that he had given you something that you had been craving for so long – total satisfaction and fulfillment in the most primal sense possible that seemed nobody else could've given you. Knowing that he had left his essence inside of you, he reached down and playfully traced a finger around your cunt before saying, "Mmm... I think I left a little bit of myself behind." Before fingering it back into you, as you looked up at him and smiled, feeling incredibly content and happy after such an intense and satisfying experience. You let out a small giggle as he mentioned leaving some of himself inside of you, knowing that you would be carrying the reminder of the passionate encounter with you for the rest of the night. You looked into his eyes, your own eyes sparkling with happiness and desire as you asked, "Can we do it again?"

Daemon chuckled at your request, amused by your eagerness and the way you looked at him with desire-filled eyes. He knew that you were addicted to the sensations he was able to provide, and he was more than willing to indulge your every fantasy and desire. He replied simply, "Of course we can. In fact, I was hoping you'd want me to fill your sweet little pussy with my cum all night long." And with that, he rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow and reaching down between your bodies to grab hold of his still-dripping cock, preparing to once again sink deep into your waiting pussy and continue to claim you as his own.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Nymphets

daemon x rhaenyra x alicent

A/N: This was a request so i hope you enjoy! I don't usually do character x character but new things haha

WARNINGS: smut, threesome, overstim, incest

WORD COUNT: 954 words

To him, it was an exquisite sight to behold, the sight of Alicent and Rhaenyra trying desperately to get each other off. Both girls are clearly untouched with the way they desperately rub their cunnys against one another. They look so frustrated, the poor sweet girls… and Daemon just wants to help.

“I wonder what your fathers would think if they saw this sight.” Daemon walks around the corner into Rhaenyra’s bedchamber. The girls scramble off each other and try to cover themselves with blankets.

“Daemon!”

“M-My prince!”

They both squeal out at the same time. The two girls are so flustered and humiliated and wet but he’ll make them feel better.

“Please don’t tell my father.” Alicent begs and he chuckles.

“But you’ve both been such naughty little girls.” He tsks.

“Kepus, don’t be cruel.” Rhaenyra pleads.

“Then don’t be such a little brat when I was just about to offer you both my help.”

“Your help, my prince?” Alicent asks, looking up at him with her big soft doe eyes. She looks ever so innocent and demure.

“I watched for a few moments before I came in. You seemed to be struggling, pet.”

“We weren’t struggling!” Rhaenyra protests, clearly jealous along with her embarrassment. Daemon walks over to the side of the bed she’s on and slaps the side of her thigh. She squeaks.

“Don’t be such a brat.” He grabs her chin in his hand. “Do you want my help or not?”

She stubbornly doesn’t answer so Alicent cuts in. “We do… my prince.”

“Call me Daemon while we are alone here, pet.” She nods timidly after he speaks. “Now lie back. I’m going to show Rhaenyra how to take care of you.”

Alicent’s cheeks get very red as she lies back, wanting to cover herself when Daemon spreads her legs. “No need to be so modest.” He looks to Rhaenyra. “Watch closely, niece.”

Both girls are surprised when he goes down to kiss her cunt. They didn’t even know that was something that could be done. Alicent mewls when he starts to work his tongue against her. She grips the bedsheets with one hand and Rhaenyra’s hand with the other. Rhaenyra watches closely to her friend’s reactions to every single one of her uncle’s movements.

“I want to try.”

Daemon smiles. “Get to work then.” He says as he parts his mouth from the Hightower girl, watching eagerly as his niece takes his place.

With her upper half pressed to the bed and her hips so high in the air, Daemon takes the opportunity to play with his little niece’s wet cunt as she eats out her friend. Alicent’s hips buck a little against Rhaenyra’s mouth as she gets closer and closer to finishing, her hands now in the Targaryen’s hair.

“I feel something strange…” Alicent murmurs.

“I know you do. Let go.” Daemon coos, running his fingers through her hair as he continues to finger fuck his niece. 

Rhaenyra whimpers against Alicent’s cunny as Daemon rubs at her clit and it sends Alicent over the edge. She lets out gentle moans of her friend’s name as she writhes against the bed.

“Good girls.” Daemon praises as Alicent shifts up the bed so Rhaenyra’s face is no longer pressed into her cunt. Daemon keeps his niece down with a firm hand on her back so he can continue to bring her to her peak as well.

“Mmm, kepus.” She whimpers out as he moves his fingers roughly. He takes his hand off of her back and grabs her hair, pulling her head up so she has to look at her friend.

“Look at Alicent when you cum.” He commands, liking the forced intimacy of it all.

The actions, the words, it all sends her over the edge. She keeps eye-contact as she creams around his fingers.

“Lie back now, next to her.” Daemon says.

He spreads his niece’s legs, tugging at his own cock to prepare himself.

“I-I need a moment first.” Rhaenyra says.

Daemon chuckles. “You’ll be able to handle it.” 

He pushes into her slowly and begins to rub at her pearl right away. She squirms and tries to push away but Alicent soothes her, petting her hair and kissing her face.

“That’s it.” Daemon murmurs as he begins to thrust into her. “Fucking take it.”

Rhaenyra whines as he rubs her clit harder, fucking her harder in tandem. With Alicent playing with her tits as they kiss sloppily, it’s enough to put her over the edge. She squeezes around her uncle’s cock, cumming all over it but he doesn’t stop.

“Too… too much.” She whines as he pounds into her.

“You can handle it.”

“I can’t.” She pleads.

He sighs. “Sweet spoiled brat.” He pulls out. “Come here, pet.” He gestures to Alicent and she crawls over slowly. “You have another lesson to learn about pleasing men.”

“What is it?” She asks.

“Take me in your mouth and you’ll see.”

She looks ever so nervous but she takes his cock in her mouth, suckling it slightly.

“That’s it, baby. Mover your head a little.” Daemon says as the girl sucks him off. “You can practice too.” He says to Rhaenyra before bringing up his hand and pushing his fingers between her lips.

He tries his hardest not to but he can’t help how he starts to fuck Alicent’s mouth. The way she gags and gargles just makes it all that much better. When he feels himself getting close to cumming, he pulls out and spills over both of the girl’s faces.

“What a lovely sight.” He says to the kneeling nymphets. “Come up now. I think it’s time we get the two of you into the bath.”

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[brightlilith]

so.. every time I listen to Under The Influence, Daemon Targaryen comes to my mind, I don't know why

[avengingangelfanfic]

Catelyn Tully

Wasn't quite planning to show Lyanna's conception, but that crosses that prompt off the list.

Any suggestions of a title for this one?

[happilyhertale]

A little update 🖤

Hope you're all doing well! Been a bit stressed lately, but I'm still working on the little Smuff stories all the time! And it looks like I'll be posting another Daemon story today…👀 soo stay tuned! 🖤

[miaisocool]

Echoes of silence

Business man!Daemon Targaryen x College student reader!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: A very short chapter but as the story progresses it will get longer and more exciting i promise and props to @kymopoleiak for making me this collage please go follow her she is also working with me as i write the chapters. This is a chapter two to Succession in the city so if you haven't read that please go do so!! check it out i will provide a link below!

Chapter one: Succession in the city

Chapter summary: You discover yourself entangled in the intricate dance of hesitation. Your Heartbeat resonating with echoes of silence and opportunity as you prepare to take the initiative. You cant help but ponder what will this engagement of communication lead to opportunities or a chapter in your life writing itself away.

At brunch:

As you walked and talked with Mia, there was a sense of comfort held within her presence as she was your childhood friend well, not technically since you only met her your freshman year of high school. she also moved to los angeles to pursue her dream of going to college in california but she wasn't sure what to study. You talked about everything from work to relationships, the conversations you guys usually held between each other flowed easily there was never any awkward silence being held or grudges against each other.

Only the feeling of each others presence comforting the two of you there was a sense of vulnerability in you whenever it came to mia she was the friend who you would come to whenever there was something that you couldn't reveal to others she was the only one that had ever seen tears flowing from your eyes which was all so new to you since sadness was the one emotion you never truly expressed to anybody, not even yourself it was a rare occurrence whenever you would break down either due to stress, sadness or just bottled up emotions of holding everything in for so long.

The streets were filled with horns honking, shoes clacking against the pavement the cool breeze swept your hair into your face, you tucked it behind your ear with a thoughtless, practiced motion, as if you'd done it a thousand times before. Your high heels clacked against the concrete as you and mia walked to your favorite brunch spot that remind you of a similar brunch spot in new york,

During your junior year of high school where your ex boyfriend took you out for a first date you were young, vulnerable and thoughtless. He was whom and what your whole world revolved around you pushed all of your friends away to make room for him causing your social skills to go down although you were very social and a great conversationalist and just a good people person in general. You felt like you were bound to him, the late night phone conversations, talking about wedding plannings and how many kids you guys would have, where you guys would settle down and his answer was usually italy which was a answer you didn't agree with since california was your mission ever since you were a young girl you felt as if he was the only guy you could ever put your trust in.

Even years after the breakup there was slight tinges of heartbreak pulling on your heart strings as you still remembered the contact of his touch the way his calloused fingers from playing guitar for you until you fell asleep would graze up and down against your soft thighs the skin to skin hard and soft contact felt comforting to you, you guys were complete opposites but there was something that spiritually connected you guys together you couldn't remember his face though it was hard to get it out when your heart yearned for him.. But you were alone now not hopeless, alone, broken but you were free, alone, still young and truly yourself.

The restaurant was your comfort spot the warmth of the sun glazed on your face bringing out your dilated pupils as you thought of the man that came up to you in the coffee shop last week. The outside fan blowing a slight coldness to your face fighting against the sunny heat of california, dishes were clanking against each other as waiters were scurrying around the restaurant as if they were rats from ratatouille helping to serve the rush of customers that came in. The modern black leathered chairs bringing out the restaurants not very vibrant atmosphere gave you a weird tinge of discomfort people walking near you and mia as you guys sat down outside listening to the birds chirp and cars pass by. You felt a knot slowly untangle in your throat as you let words flow out your mouth "I mean.. i dont know.. should i call him?" you asked under your breath as you fiddled with the glass you were holding the question hung in the air until, mia took a sip of her water. Ice clinking against the glass and then she brought back the glass down to the table "i mean whats the worse that could happen?" she said nonchalantly. Mia was somewhat right whats the worse that could happen but what could go right and if it did end up going up right what would happen?

"I dont know.. im just scared"

"Of?"

"I dont know.."

"See? you dont even know whats holding you back," mia shook her head at you as she scrolled through her phone before putting it facing down on the table again

"Sometimes, it's easier to do nothing rather than put yourself out there," you whispered the words catching the back of your throat.

"Sometimes it's ok to be the first to reach out" mia gritted her teeth in frustration as her eyes drooped low in dissatisfaction

you nodded your head cause you knew she was right

You take out the business card from your wallet, and carefully dial the number into your phone, trying to steady your somewhat shaking hand. The ringing sounds of the phone echoes in your ear as you look and make eye contact with mia as she takes a spliff of her cigarette between her cherry tinted lipstick staining thumbing the print left by her lipstick as she dusts the idle ash as her eyes connected with yours with a mere look. You feel your heart beating fast as you await to hear someone's voice on the other end.

After what felt like an eternity, the seconds seem to stretch on for an eternity before someone finally answers, and you can hear the relief wash over you as you hear, "Thank you for calling Targaryen Law and associates you’ve reached Alexa how can i assist you today?” Her voice resonated with assurance, triggering a vivid flashback to your own days in customer service. Memories flooded back from when you were just 18, working at a local grocery store. You remembered the feeling of dread each time the phone rang, the pressure to handle customer inquiries. Alexa's composed demeanor stirred those long-buried recollections, reminding you of the challenges you once faced in a similar role you didn’t enjoy it but your coworkers that got along with you made you enjoy it. you had to make a living if you wanted to end up successful or not homeless at least.

With a deep breath, you manage to clear your throat and free it from the tense knot that had formed there. The echoes of the impatient silence you heard on the phone still ring in your ears, causing a dull ache deep within your chest. You feel as if the silence itself had taken physical form.

“Yeah hi this is kiara i was hoping to speak with Mr Targaryen? is he available by any chance?”

"I understand your urgency. Let me see if I can arrange a brief moment for you. Please hold for a moment while I try to get Mr. Targaryen on the line."

You place the phone away from you as you fiddled with it in with your right hand waiting for what you assumed to be his assistant or one of his employees to say a response back quickly as if you knew the next words that were going to come out her mouth but that was a lie you didn't know her at all you wanted to, you longed for the mystery everyone had.. the mystery the people in Los Angeles held in his aura peaked your curiosity.. You take a few deep breaths to release the tension from your shoulders. As you look up, the light from the sun reflecting off the glass buildings surrounding you blinds you for a moment. A cool gust of wind blows past, bringing in the smell of flowers and city life. The sounds of honking cars, people chatting, and the hum of the city surround you, but you feel disconnected from it all being seconds or minutes away daemons presence as you were being transferred right there and on the phone with you knowing you had to take initiative.

“Daemon Targaryen speaking.”

As you heard Daemon Targaryen’s, dominant voice, a palpable sense of authority washed over you sending adrenaline throughtout your heart slowly beating at a faster tempo his words, deep and commanding, resonated through the phone, leaving no room for uncertainty. You couldn’t help but feel a mixture of respect and awe, tinged with a hint of intimidation. It was as though his voice had a magnetic pull, drawing you into his sphere of influence. His confident tone left an indelible impression.

You found yourself in shock by the way his voice flowed through your ears, each word dripping with authority and confidence. It wasn’t just the words he spoke, but the cadence, the resonance that seemed to echo in the very core of your being his words resonating with every chord coming from the music that was blasting in the restaurant. In that moment, you realized you were not just hearing a voice…

you were experiencing a commanding presence that stirred something deep within you.

“Yeah hi this is kiara… you gave me you’re Business card last week in the coffee shop i’m not sure if you remember” In a moment of panic, you found your voice, though it trembled slightly, breaking the silence that followed his powerful presence although he was over the phone and had no physical contact with you showed you how vulnerable you could be in his presence.

“Ah yes kiara i remember you, i gave you my card since i knew once how it was to be working on those weird marketing projects”

His voice had a magnetic pull, echoing into your ears It was a voice of empathy and softness, yet there was still an underlying intensity to it, as if it was trying to hold back the strength of his power. It was a voice that commanded attention and respect, yet it was also a voice that invited tenderness and compassion.

“yeah… studying marketing is weird.. it’s just that i’m struggling with it you know?”

You felt like there was barbed wires wrapped around your throat as words left your tongue when you made contact with the man who had higher power, held such a confident demeanor over you which is what possibly could’ve attracted you to call him he wasn’t ordinary like everyone else but he carried this mystery about his self and it felt like you had the opportunity to break his skin open and crawl inside his body confronting every secret he was hiding the mysteries or grudges he held against the strangers he would come across the interactions he had with a object or just a human in general made your mind wander with curiousity.

“Im available tomorrow since all my meetings were canceled due to.. god knows what.”

 his voice was like thunder sharp and commanding a touch of amusement in it, a glimmer of light that made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. His words held power, but there was a playful note in his voice, as if he were letting you in on a secret that nobody else ever had their ears opened to.

“My companys address is on the back of the card how does three pm work for you?” His deepened voice that sounded like silk against your touch intensified with curiosity that had peaked

“uh… yeah! i can meet that time at three pm tomorrow” You said overlapping the noise of the resturants music so mia could hear you. You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as mias eyes widened in surprise and her lips curves into a smile as she patted you on the forearm, her actions bringing back all of your senses as the man’s voice of authority and confidence had blocked out everything from the world and made you feel like there was nothing else in the world except his presence or yours. The thought made your heart race with anticipation. It was a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time

“I’m glad to hear that, tomorrow give me a call when you’re here” It was a voice that demanded attention, and you were powerless to resist.

His voice combined with that sentence sent adrenaline to coarse throughout your veins. slowly coming back to your senses as you take a look at the brunch spot you guys had been at for the past hour and a half the aromas of cooked foods such as eggs, toast, sausages and variety’s of different lunch and breakfast sandwiches.

The not so vibrant interior comforting your skin as you made contact with it slowly turning into a cozy sense of home the home you had back in new york the warmth of the sunlight beaming off of the windows onto your face showing all of your features to your dilated pupils and exposed pores, porcelain skin.

Unfortunately the brunch spot wasn’t in a quiet neighborhood away from the city unlike the other spots you were used to in new york you could hear horns honking the sounds of people chattering and laughing somewhat muffling the conversation you held with mia and the conversation you held not too long ago with the man.. Daemon..

Daemon targaryen

You remembered from his card that he previously handed to you

The brunch spot was perfect for chatting and enjoying the presence of loved ones.

Perhaps even daemon.

if you dared to allow yourself the possibility. But deep down, you knew that was your delusions getting to you. It was best not to set yourself up for disappointment, to keep a clear head and enjoy the moment for what it was nothing more, nothing less. As you sat there, you let out a deep breath, watching the steam rise from your lips and melt into the air around you. For now, you were content to simply relax and let the world pass you by, taking comfort in the knowledge that, in this moment, everything was exactly where it should be.

[arabellasleopardcoat]

Vūjigon (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Daemon has been having sex without love his whole life. It's easy. Marriage should be more of the same, right?

Warnings: Smut. Rough oral sex, male receiving. Daemon is smitten, he just doesn't know it.

A/N: Part two to this, can be read as a stand alone. You only need to know that they don't speak the same language. Whole credit for the idea of a blowjob / character study to @precious-little-scoundrel

Westeros was full of people who hated Daemon Targaryen. It had never bothered him. Daemon knew that when you were closer to a God than a man, there were many that would envy your position. Natural superiority was challenging to accept for those of inferior stock, after all.

Your father was the kind to care about that sort of thing. He had probably found out when the two of you had been trying to trap someone with Valyrian blood to marry you. Daemon wondered if you cared about that. Or if you thought about joining their ranks.

You very well might, after this. But since you had no words with which to air your grievances, Daemon wasn't too worried. Besides, there were plenty of wives who hated their husbands, and as far as he knew, you didn't seem to like commonplaces.

It was why he was going to introduce you to this practice, after all. Daemon hoped that your foreign education and your natural curiosity might stop you from slapping him.

He pulled you in for a kiss. Eager thing that you were, you sat yourself in his lap with a saucy grin. Daemon wondered at the walking dichotomy that you were. One second you could put the most expensive whores to shame with how wanton you were, the next you turned shy, still not having fully shredded your innocence.

“Bodmagho.” Daemon says, tapping your lower lip to get your attention. It proves a dangerous thing to do because you give him a little pout, pushing your lower lip against his thumb. And Seven Hells, Daemon is just a man. When you stick your lip like that, he wants to bite it so bad.

“…” You peer up at him, with your widest eyes. Clearly waiting for your lesson. Daemon can't focus. His cock throbs painfully in anticipation of what is to come. Your small, wet mouth, spreading around him. Hot and tight, just how he likes them, but made better, because this is a hole no one has ever used before. Your astonished eyes, when you hear what Daemon is about to propose.

You jab him in the ribs, hard. Daemon shakes himself out of his lust induced stupor. There is a lesson to be taught here. Otherwise, his fantasies will never come true.

He unbuckles his belt with one hand, lifting his hips to be able to lower his breeches. His movements jostle you, and the motion makes you giggle, so Daemon lifts his hips a few more times, making you bounce even more.

It’s not often that Daemon actively tries to make others laugh. Those times were left behind in his youth, when he didn't know of other ways of charming women. He thinks himself out of practice, but is pleased to notice that you do laugh. Defenseless, he just smiles back.

Daemon grabs your hand and guides it to his cock, between the both of you. A crimson red blush stains your cheeks, and you give him a wide-eyed look. This is the first time in all of your couplings that you have touched him there. He can feel your inexperience, the way your hand strokes way too lightly, trying to get used to the feel of him. Daemon knows it is fucked up, but it arouses him even further.

Nothing is better than a maiden's touch. Perhaps your grip isn't the best, nor do you have much of a rhythm going, but your hands are soft. He can tell just by the skin on your palms that you are a lady. Someone who should be loved and protected, and that is currently debasing herself for his pleasure. The thought makes his stomach clench, cock hardening.

There is a tiny furrow on your brows, almost confused by what you are feeling. You lean in and kiss him, and unsubtly try to peek a glance at his member. Daemon chuckles, and opens up his posture even more, letting you look as much as you want. He even guides your hand on a few strokes, showing you how to touch him to get him hard.

The sight of your small hand wrapped around his shaft threatens to lead him to insanity. It's made even worse by the fact he has to guide your hand when you get a little shy. Daemon wraps his hand around yours, dwarfing it, and jerks himself off inside your smaller fist.

He is fully hard in almost no time, and he then lets go of your hand to allow you to explore on your own. Almost without noticing, you rub the head of his cock. Some of his seed is already leaking. You smear it around, curiously chirping something or another in that language of yours. Daemon has no idea what you are saying, but it amuses him how similar your accent is to those from Dorne.

They say the most beautiful women are from Dorne. Daemon wouldn't be surprised if you had family there. You are a lovely little thing, all sultry eyes and a pouty mouth that you use to great effect. You seem bright, though his assessment of your intelligence is seriously impaired by the language barrier.

Some men at court have jested about his luck, in finding a wife that never nags. Daemon no longer shares their opinion. At first, he had, but now he finds himself often wishing he could speak your language. See what hides behind your eyes, get to know you in more profound ways. Sometimes, even, he catches himself trying to find translations of his favorite books to see if you would like them.

He smiles at you, fondly, before shoving you off his lap. You let out a startled yelp, before coming up to your hands and knees. You glare at him, starting to push yourself up. Daemon stops you.

“Daor.” He says, trying to get you to stay on your knees. And fuck, if the sight of you kneeling between his spread legs doesn't do something to him. You obey with a confused and hurt look. Daemon cannot stand it. His pretty girl, all pouty and feeling unwanted. He can’t have that, can he? “Vūjigon.”

You stare.

“Come on. Vūjigon.” Daemon repeats. You still give him a puzzled look, tilting your head to the side. He fights the urge to coo at you. Instead, Daemon points to his cock, and brushes his fingers over your pouty lips. “Vūjigon.”

Sudden understanding lights up your face. The triumph at understanding what he wants only last a second, though. You balk, trying to get up. Apparently, even non westerosi noblewomen know that what Daemon is asking is somewhat debasing.

A whore's trick, Mysaria had called it, when she first introduced him to the practice. Daemon had greatly enjoyed seeing her on her knees, subjected to the indignity of having him thrust wildly inside her mouth.

With you, it was bound to be even better. There was nothing like corrupting innocence, and nothing like bringing uppity women to heel. Daemon had been eager to do this, picturing it the whole day. His pretty highborn girl, wantonly sticking her pink tongue out, eager to lap up his seed.

Rebelling, you tried to get up. Daemon placed a hand on your shoulder, and firmly ordered.

“Daor.”

You spluttered something and glared. Daemon glared back. He stared you down until you lowered your eyes. There was a prideful look in your eyes, quickly being replaced by embarrassment.

Daemon brushed your pretty hair back and gently repeated his order.

“Vūjigon.”

This time, you folded. You pressed a kiss to his shaft, scrunching up your face. Daemon tutted, and smoothed down your frown.

“Ñuha kēlītsos.” Daemon smiled. His kitten. You glared, but understood that word well enough. You gave him small, kitten licks, making him shudder. Daemon had been planning this for almost a fortnight. You probably now understood his insistence at teaching you the names of animals, and your indignation was justified. All your lessons had been for naught but his hedonist tendencies.

His eyes dropped. The look on your face was priceless. All prideful highborn girl forced to do something she thought demeaning. With your pretty jewels and expensive dress, you were all that he had fantasized about and more. The gift that keeps on giving. His precious, obedient girl.

“Daor?” Daemon asks, softening a little. He doesn't want you to suffer, after all. Only be a little uncomfortable. You stop your kisses and kitten licks to give him a fierce look.

“Bodmagho.” You glower, before wrapping your pretty mouth around his leaking tip. Your brows furrow a little at the taste, but you look up at him, patiently.

Daemon can feel the heat of your gaze going straight to his cock. It turns impossibly hard. He lightly caresses your cheek with his thumb. You blink up at him, shy.

Never before have you looked more gorgeous than with your pretty mouth stretched around his cock. Daemon beckons you closer with a hand gesture, encouraging to take more of him inside. Molten, liquid heat accumulates in the base of his spine when you give a little awkward shuffle on your knees, advancing towards him.

He keeps petting your hair and muttering sweet nothings that you are probably unable to understand. You press forward, gluttonous little thing that you are, until you are choking on him. Daemon has to slow you down then because no matter how delectable your throat feels when contracting and spasming around him, the sight of tears on your face is not as arousing as he expected.

Somehow, it looks better on whores. He would like much better to see you stricken and crying from pleasure than pain.

You are his precious girl. Not deserving of rough treatment, of having to kneel on rough floors. Fuck, he hadn't even checked to see if you had a rug under your knees. He was a cunt. Daemon yanks you off his cock, and pulls you upwards. He places you on his lap.

You pout. You try to go back to his cock. He brushes the tears away from your face and wipes the corners of your mouth, getting rid of the spit gathering there. He even presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Daor, kēlītsos.” Daemon kisses you, softly. You respond poorly to the endearment, probably because you can't understand what he means. You associate it straight away with sucking his cock, which he now realizes wasn't the best idea. He taps at your lower lip to get your attention and rubs his face against your neck. You giggle, squirming like there is no tomorrow. “Kēlītsos.” Daemon orders, and you rub yourself against him, all kitten like. It would be the most adorable thing he has ever witnessed, were it not for the fact that you are rubbing against his hard cock.

He holds you to him with one hand, and unbuttons your dress just enough so he can pull your teats out. For the first time in the night, you struggle. You pull your dress up and squirm, trying to cover yourself. Daemon gives you a warning growl, and holds your hands to your sides.

You avert your eyes. Your shoulders hunch, as if you are trying to hide yourself. Embarrassed, Daemon realizes. You are embarrassed.

“Daor.” He kisses your jaw, then your neck, and makes his way to your pretty teats. He cups them in his hands. “Gevie.”

“Gevie?” You frown, puzzled. So Daemon repeats it fumblingly in your language, until your face lights up, and you are fully convinced he is calling you nothing but pretty. You give him a blinding smile, and something in him warms at seeing you so happy. He decides to just grind his hips against yours while fondling you a little. He can try teaching you how to suck his cock another night. After all, as a married couple, you had all the time in the world.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Hush Little Baby

Summary: Thinking your happiness would only be between Daemon and Rhaenyra and the children you did have in your life, you can't stop yourself from loving another

A/N: Part 2 of Small Bump

Word Count: 4.6k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Sometimes you were curious as to what life would be like without your blonde lovers, would you live happily and blissfully with another? Perhaps having children who looked like you instead of sliver blonde hair and soft lavender eyes. Months of pain and pushing the two royals out as you attempted to save yourself from the drowning feeling of letting them down after losing the babe. Months of them respecting your boundaries as much as they wanted to kiss every inch of your skin and adore you they left it at lingering touches and small bouts of praise whispered into the candle-lit night when everyone else in the world slept soundly.

When you finally felt good enough to bare yourself to them they were quick to undress and lay you down. You moaned as you had laid back against Rhaenyra who kissed your neck and toyed with your breasts whispering teasing words in your ear, letting your eyes roll into the back of your tilted back head letting Daemon use you in a way that it seemed your body couldn't recall the last time. Feeling your warm wet cunt clench around his hard cock as you felt the delicious pressure of him stretching you out again. Digging your nails into his back and arms before you slowly opened your eyes looking up at him softly begging for what you all had been wanting all over again even with enough tragedies entering your shared marriage "Please Daemon….Give me a child." You really wanted this, he could tell. By that point, you had been trying again for a few weeks. He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek gently, as he quickened the pace of his hips groaning at how you felt around him having missed it. "Of course, my love….As soon as I can." He was trying his best to hold back, but after a certain point, he gave in to temptation. You will hopefully be successful in having children soon. He smiled at you, ready to do it again knowing he would fuck his cum deep into you until dawn came. He hoped that this time you would be able to bear children. Your words were enough to make him want you all over again much like when he first laid eyes on you, it had been such a long time since you'd been intimate and this time, he intended to put his all into it. He reached his hand back and pulled your lips towards his, your tongues intertwining once more while your hands moved to his neck and caressed it. His grip on your hips tightened as he gave in to the moment once more. It was as if your love had come back to life, after several months of sadness. His body trembled, feeling alive once more as he moved his hand down rubbing your clit.

You softly moaned as your tongue mingled once again, his hand on your hip sent a shiver down your spine. You gave in to their touch, and allowed Daemon to take and do whatever he wanted with you. When he pulled away from you Rhaenyra was quick to kiss you, your lips collided together. She wrapped her arms around you, kissing you passionately. "Daemon…" You whispered after pulling away from the kiss, looking at him with love and desire. Rhaenyra bit your neck playfully, loving every moment with her husband and wife. Your marriage was back on track. You gave in to them and your love was stronger than ever. You gasped and moaned at the feeling of Daemon's kisses and caresses. Your hands moved down his back as you pulled him closer, your bodies pressing together as his cock went deeper once your legs wrapped around his waist. It was like you were all teenagers again. Your love and passion for each other had never died, it had only been dormant. You all were both eager, wanting, needing this. It would feel so good to have a child, one you could love unconditionally, one that would call you Mom, Mama and Papa. And there were more reasons than that, but they could be discussed later that night. "Yes. Please, give me a child, Daemon." As your lips parted once more,

Daemon looked at you with a smile and spoke softly, "I will. I swear it, you will have a child, my love." Your kisses, caresses, and everything else were enough to ignite a spark in him again, and all he could think about was making you happy again. I will not fail you this time, he thought, while his hands continued to wander and explore your body. He could not believe what you were doing, just after such a tragic event in your lives. But the emotions that were running through him pushed the sadness away for now. The love between you three filled your souls as your bodies intertwined. You weren't just husband and wives, but also best friends and lovers. Your marriage hadn't felt this good since you all had first met, and he truly believed that now there was nothing that could separate you after everything that had taken place in life. The feeling of being so needed and wanted by beautiful women that he adored made his blood boil. He would give my wives the children you wanted and deserved. Not just one, but many children, he thought in his mind, the thought making him smile. "Anything for you, my love," he whispered. You let out a loud moan of his name and sighed out of contentment, pressing your lips to his again attempting to stay quiet, moving your hips in time with his feeling the pleasure build while you pulled him down on top of you needing him closer. "Oh, gods…" You whispered, unable to control your body now. You bit your bottom lip and groaned softly as you bit it feeling close, your body starting to tremble with pleasure, your hands moving up and down his back slowly before moving to his chest letting your nails leave bright red lines against his flushed skin. You looked at him with a look of desire on your face. "Come for me…" You whispered, your eyes filled with lust met his. You looked into his eyes longingly before you kissed, your body shaking while both blondes pressed against you. "Yes, please." As Rhaenyra touched you and teased your body, you started to become desperate. "You… Daemon, Nyra, I missed this so much." You could wait no longer, as you held both of them as close as you could. The kisses became deeper and more forceful.

His heart raced as your moment of passion continued. His blood pumped heavily through his body as he let himself feel the ecstasy of being close to his lovely wives. He kissed you back with the utmost hunger he had ever felt in his life, your tongues exploring each other, your bodies pressed tightly against one another. Your nails against his pale skin were enough to drive a man mad and he was the maddest of men. "I missed this as much as you, my love," he whispered. "And I have missed you." He let you pull him closer as he let go of himself and truly enjoyed the moment the force of his hips became harder. He let out a grunt you felt like a tease to the passion you clearly felt in your soul. Your words drove him on even further, making him want you more than ever. You were truly beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to let himself go and enjoy, but he forced himself to wait. Just a second longer, he told himself. But it was hard. The temptation to surrender to his desires quickly grew as you wanted and needed him and his cock. The way you looked at him and whispered your begging pleas in his ear made him weak before he released deep inside of you with a groan.

You looked down at your stomach, praying and hoping that your child would be conceived. Your breathing was heavy, and your body was shaking with anticipation. You looked at them, waiting and praying that you would be able to make them happy and proud this time. You looked into Daemon's eyes and felt glad, feeling loved and wanted, it was everything you wanted in the world and more, having loved from your heart, and in their arms, you felt safe, like nothing could ever separate you from them and wrapped your arms around them when you felt Daemon thrust his seed deep inside of you. It felt as if you three were bound to each other, your souls mixed, and your bodies tangled in passion. "Yes…" You groaned softly as you enjoyed this moment with them more than anything in the world right now. Your grip tightened and your glazed-over eyes looked up at Daemon lovingly then your eyes filled with emotions. You pressed a light and sweet kiss to his lips. Your breathing became heavy as you lay back on the bed together, sharing this moment of passion.

Night after night of rolling around in the sheets with Daemon and Rhaenyra, finding whatever quiet spot you three could away from anyone needing you, but after feeling sick the last few weeks as Daemon and Rhaenyra feared something was wrong with you who put off getting checked as you thought you were just fine. Thinking of the last time you were this type of sick Daemon called it that you were, in fact, pregnant which changed your thinking as you went to go see a maester all by yourself not wanting to get any hopes up but laid back as you got looked over before your curiosity got the best of you and quietly asked: "So….What is it? Is it so?". Daemon and Rhaenyra were in a state of constant worry that you may have just experienced heartbreak once again. The maester looked at you, seemingly unsure of how to say the words. "There… is a small life in your womb, my Lady." The maester said softly, but he looked down at the ground as he said it unsure if this was good news after last time.

You looked at the maester who said those words with a small smile. Your eyes filled with tears, and you pressed your hands against your stomach as the butterflies in your stomach started flying. "Really? I mean… really? I am pregnant?" You asked in a quiet voice as you looked out of this world happy and overwhelmed with joy. You could feel your heart race in your chest as the maester confirmed your suspicions. All the nights spent in pleasure with Rhaenyra and Daemon, making love every second day had finally produced a small life in your womb. You looked at the maester with tears in your eyes, overwhelmed with joy. "A-a baby?" You spoke, in disbelief. A life has been created in the midst of the sadness, in the time of darkness. It felt like a miracle, something impossible to believe. "Oh, Gods." You hugged the maester and cried on his shoulder, so excited and overwhelmed with happiness. As the maester confirmed the suspicions, a smile crossed his face when he saw your excitement. Noticing you were so happy you and your lovers finally had the opportunity to have another babe. "Yes, you are indeed pregnant," the maester spoke, but in a hushed tone. He was clearly not expecting the level of excitement that your response brought. "However, it may be best to calm down a bit, my Lady." The maester said, trying to guide you back to reality.

You wiped the tears from your eyes as the maester spoke not wanting you overwhelmed. "Yes, yes, you are right. I just needed to hear it." You took a deep breath. "Please, this must be kept a secret. Just for a little while, please. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but…" You looked at the maester as a ray of hope that filled your heart. "Do you think this one will…" Your voice breaks before you can even think about finishing the sentence. You tried to calm down and contain your excitement, even if it was hard to. You felt a pang of worry in your heart. You wanted to announce this miracle to the two most important people as soon as possible, yet there was still a tiny voice in the pit of your brain that made you think twice. You wondered what would happen if you miscarried again. The maester put out his hand in an attempt to comfort you. He knew that the situation was a difficult one. No mother wanted to go through the heartbreak of losing a child. But, this time was different. "We must take care and not do anything drastic from now until the baby is born," the maester said. His advice of trying to keep their secret from Daemon and Rhaenyra was also something you would have to take seriously. "You have my word, my lady. The child will stay a secret until you are ready, or until you need extra care. My Lady, let us pray that you remain healthy and safe throughout these months. The first trimester is always the most crucial with regards to ensuring a successful birth." The maester said while looking at you. He understood your fears, but there was no point in dwelling on what could happen. The future was uncertain but they had to focus on this moment and how it could mean a new life coming into the world.

You sighed with relief, grateful for the maester's word. He understood the gravity of the situation, as you laid back in the bed, smiling despite the tears in your eyes. "I understand. Thank you. I promise to take good care of myself for the sake of this." What should you call this new life? Your child? Your baby? It was your first, no, the only child you had ever borne. But it felt like an eternity had passed as the words filled your heart with happiness. Perhaps this is what it felt like to truly live. As days and weeks passed you kept the pregnancy hidden and quiet until the first month was over and you learned the babe was doing well, knowing the things both of your lovers were doing were important but couldn't help as you pulled them away as you led them both to your private chambers having them sit down. Pacing as you bit down on your lower lip trying to find the words before softly sighing as you looked at both of them speaking quietly "I'm pregnant." Daemon's eyes widened as he took in the news. He felt the same happiness that you and Rhaenyra felt. You all finally had another opportunity to have the child you had always wanted. "What?" Rhaenyra said in a questioning tone, as if the news had only just registered with her. Her face turned from one of surprise to one of excitement as her thoughts drifted to the future she now saw with you and Daemon. "We are having a baby?" She asked in a hushed tone, looking at you. "Do you think it's okay for us to say the words out loud?" Both Daemon and Rhaenyra were caught off guard by your sudden words. Is this really the case? Daemon stared at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to confirm what he already believed to be true in silence. "Is this true?" Daemon finally asked after a long pause. "You're pregnant?" He had to say the words aloud to make sure they were real. Rhaenyra also had a look of excitement on her face, a big smile plastered on the woman's face as she jumped out of her seat.

Smiling softly at Daemon and Rhaenyra. The news seemed to lighten up the mood significantly. "Yes. We are having a child." Your voice was soft, yet full of hope and joy. "I just wanted to be sure it was true first." You were still in disbelief that you had to hear the words yourself again before sharing it with them both. Daemon, who was looking slightly overwhelmed and surprised by the news. Rhaenyra was already jumping up and down with joy. "It's true, my loves." You nodded, looking at Daemon intently. "My belly aches… I have not felt this since…" But then you realize what you were saying and stopped. You could only smile as the three of you shared the most intimate moment yet. All of you would be parents again, together. This time, it will be different. "Yes, we're having another baby, my darlings." You smiled softly at the two. Your dreams are finally coming true. You reached your hand and rubbed your stomach gently, hoping for the best. Daemon's heart raced as he heard his wife's words. We were having a baby. The idea of being a father was something he had always dreamed of. He looked over to Rhaenyra to see that she shared his excitement.

Could they really be so lucky? Even without the news of you being pregnant, Daemon was looking forward to your belly growing as the months passed. He would kiss your stomach as he slept on your lap, loving the feeling of holding his wife as the pregnancy blossomed and grew. The baby would always be loved by the three of them. Daemon and Rhaenyra both cheered and smiled in celebration of the happy news. The three of you were about to be a bigger family. "My love," Daemon said as he kneeled down beside you. Your stomach already seemed a bit bloated, but you were so early in the pregnancy, that it would be more than a few months before it was fully evident. "We wanted this for so long and now it's finally upon us, our dreams." I wanted to be a father. Rhaenyra was overjoyed. "Our family is growing." You smiled once again and caressed your stomach gently. "I have wanted this since we lost our first little one. I pray that nothing will go wrong this time." You closed your eyes as you imagined the sweet child in your womb. All the excitement in the air made you feel more confident in sharing this with the two of them. The news of a new life in your womb filled you all with so much joy and your eyes lit up with happiness. "We have to celebrate," Rhaenyra spoke cheerfully as she reached her hand out as if in invitation to Daemon and you. "We'll have to plan something, let us celebrate our future child and family." You pulled Daemon close and kissed him passionately, your arms wrapped around his neck, your heart fluttering with each heartbeat. Rhaenyra jumped with joy and kissed your hand affectionately.

Daemon pulled you down gently on the ground with him, the three of you together in each other's arms. Was this a dream? You reached for Daemon's neck and pulled him back in for another kiss, this time a bit more intimate than the last. Daemon returned your passion with similar vigor as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. "I've felt this way since our very first meeting," Daemon whispered in your ear. "Every second without you makes me feel cold." And every second with you fills me with passion. The months passed and your joy was still overflowing, as the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Your belly had expanded, your face glowing with true happiness. It felt wonderful to have Daemon and Rhaenyra with you, sharing this precious moment. And you were not alone, as the court and people of King's Landing were aware of your pregnancy, especially during the celebration of the newest baby, your secret of its duration and birth due to the growing belly that you had. Eventually, the day of your delivery came, and Daemon and Rhaenyra were by your side… And so was the maester.

The moment of the birth was almost the most tense for Daemon and Rhaenyra. It was a time of great happiness and anxiety. The risk of losing you was something that they couldn't live with. I will not lose my wife, nor the child we have created. The day of the delivery came, and everyone was nervous and in anticipation. But everything seemed to go as well as one could hope for. The gods are good today. Daemon's eyes were locked on your face, waiting for some sort of signal, give me anything. The moments before the birth felt like forever. You could sense Daemon and Rhaenyra's nervousness as they waited for the arrival of your child. "Daemon, Rhaenyra… I am ready." Your voice was firm, without any sign of weakness. You were ready to take this risk for the sake of bringing forth life into this world. The maester started preparing for the arrival of the baby. Daemon caressed my head and smiled lovingly as you went through contractions. Rhaenyra was there to hold your hand and assure you that everything will be alright. A few hours had passed and Daemon and Rhaenyra were both anxious but hopeful. Daemon was holding your hand, and yours squeezed Daemon's hand tightly as you were experiencing a contraction. "It hurts…" You cried in pain as another contraction started. "Hold my hand tightly, Daemon, and don't let go." Daemon gave a weak smile, knowing how badly you were suffering and how much pain you were going through, as they held your hands and pressed his lips on my forehead, as the maester was doing his work with the birthing.

Daemon could feel the strength leave his hand as he held his wife's hand tightly. Your baby is about to be born, this is actually happening. "Darling, you're going to be okay," Daemon spoke softly to you, not letting even a second of silence pass by. "Our baby is so close to being here, I can feel it. You're going to do wonderfully." A smile spread across Daemon's face as he imagined holding his daughter or son in his arms. Our world is about to change forever, she's in so much pain. Daemon could feel his wife's discomfort as he sat and saw your face contorted. Your grip on their hands tightened more and more as the birthing continued, the contractions becoming more and more agonizing. I will not let go of her hand. After all this time, he would not forsake his own beliefs and let you suffer alone. Daemon tried his best to ignore the pain his wife was feeling, giving you words of encouragement and love. "You're so strong, my love. Our baby is almost here," he said as he kissed your head.

Daemon and Rhaenyra both looked at each other, each holding their breath as the sound of a crying child filled their ears. Our baby has been born. A smile appeared on Daemon's face as he heard his child's first cry. The maester wrapped the child in swaddling cloth, handing you the child, who was crying loudly, their voice loud and healthy. Daemon looked at his wives with a bright smile, knowing that their family was complete in the way that they planned. Our baby is perfect. Daemon smiled, looking at the child as they were handed to him. I just became a father to another. Daemon's eyes lit up when he heard the cry of their child. There it was. You all waited through the agonizing contraction and now, you finally had your child, the reward for waiting just a bit longer. "It's so beautiful," Daemon said, his eyes still tearing up. A rush of love and joy was flowing through the man's body. Their baby was born. He had never been so happy. "Can you see her?" Daemon asked through his smile, turning back to you.

Your breathing was deep and slow as if you had just climbed a mountain. You looked at the bundle in his hands, your baby. It was so precious to see the bundle of joy that would fill your lives forever. "Daemon, she is beautiful." Your smile couldn't get any bigger as you spoke with happiness. Your baby was the sweetest baby in the whole of Westeros. She had Daemon's hair color and your eye color was already clear for all to see. She was perfect, and she was yours. Our daughter… Daemon's joy tripled upon hearing the words come out of your lips. He still couldn't believe the moment was finally here, after all these months and years of waiting."She is beautiful." Daemon agreed, smiling at you before turning his focus to holding his daughter. He carefully wrapped her in a tiny blanket, caressing her head and staring at her face. She looks just like you. Daemon thought with a smile, turning to you. Your happiness was contagious as Daemon looked down at the bundle of joy in his arms. The baby was the light of his existence in that moment, his life had meaning. He couldn't stop smiling as he cradled the crying child in his arms. She's perfect. Daemon saw the mixture of your features as the baby's hair color and eye color slowly became clear, just like her parents. "She really is beautiful," Daemon smiled softly. "What should we name her?" He wondered out loud, feeling more happy than he ever had before. This is my life now.

Looking up at Daemon, your baby in his arms, her crying voice filling your heart with joy, happiness, and relief. You wanted to be the one who held her and be the first one to kiss her, but Daemon was worthy of that honor and you felt happy to share that moment with Rhaenyra and him. You knew you wanted a girl at the beginning of your plans, so as to not bring even more trouble to your position. And yet, looking at this child, you knew you could not love a boy nearly as much as you loved her. She was your light. You looked at Daemon with a smile, as your daughter was wrapped in a soft blanket now in your arms. She looked exactly how you imagined she would look, a combination of you and Daemon and you couldn't be more proud. "She… She will be a princess and she has to have a beautiful name." You looked down at the child and caressed her cheeks, while Daemon's arms were wrapped around you. "What do you think about Shaera?" Rhaenyra asked softly as she smiled with tears in her eyes due to the babe. You looked up to Daemon, with your baby in your arms, awaiting his approval.

Shaera. Daemon took the name in, imagining his daughter having it. The name was unique and beautiful. "Shaera. I think that's a perfect name for her," Daemon said with a subtle smile on his face. Daemon had always believed that the name of a child was a crucial decision, something he had spoken about many times over the last several years. A name that would be her own and something she could take pride in. "Shaera…" Daemon said again. "She's beautiful. We made the most wonderful child." "Shaera," Daemon repeated, the name slowly and smoothly speaking as he looked upon the bundle of joy. Our daughter… Her name is perfect. "A perfect name for our perfect babe," Daemon said, touching her skin softly and smiling at you as he looked back at his daughter. She is the meaning of my life, all I ever dreamed of. "I love you, darling," Daemon spoke softly, not wanting to speak too loud for fear of waking up his precious daughter. Our family is complete, it's everything we ever wanted.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

A Proper Lesson.

teacher!daemon x student!rhaenyra

A/N: I don't usually do character x character fics but here's to smth new! Here's the reader version! This was a request so i hope you enjoy

TW: MAJOR DUBCON, SMUT!!, choking, spanking!, dacryphilia, bondage, no incest lol

word count: 1,488 words

It’s filthy, the way he thinks about her, the way he looks at her. It’s a small class, Valyrian History 101, and Rhaenyra is always right front in centre. Daemon can hardly understand why. The brat never pays attention, but she is perhaps looking for it. It could be why she never turns assignments in on time or why she spends more time putting on lipgloss rather than completing her homework. She’s just a little spoiled rich girl and he knows it. Daemon knows her father and he realizes how Rhaenyra gets away with everything, but he won’t let her behaviour slide any longer.

“Miss Targaryen, you will stay after class.” Daemon calls out to her as the other students file out.

“Is there a problem, professor?” She asks innocently. 

He wants to say that the fact that he can see her nipples through her top is a problem. Instead he says, “Your assignment was meant to be turned in at the start of class.”

“I need an extension.”

“I hardly believe that.”

“My father donates a lot of money to this school.”

Daemon sighs and decides that he will at least give her one last chance. Viserys is an old friend after all. “You have until tomorrow morning.”

“I need a three day extension.” She gives him a condescending little smirk.

“It will be turned in tomorrow before class begins or you will have real consequences.” He says seriously.

“I’m sure I will.” Rhaenyra smirks before flouncing out of the room without a care in the world.

The next day, nothing is turned in before the start of class and she walks in without placing a physical copy on his desk. She’s dressed even sluttier today, her tits poking through her dress that barely covers her ass. He’s infuriated by it, by her.

“Miss Targaryen, I need to see you after class… again.” He doesn’t make his anger as clear on his face. He wants her to feel nervous. When all the other students are gone, he locks the door. “Where’s your paper?”

“It’ll be ready Thursday.”

“I said you had to have it in today.”

“And I said it would be ready on Thursday.” She smoothes out the ruffles on her dress before checking her nails. “Can I go now?” She asks in a bored tone.

“Can you go now?” He scoffs at the question. “Bend over the fucking desk.” His voice is cold, authoritative. 

“Excuse me?” She has the audacity to look insulted.

“Oh fuck this. You’ll never listen.” He walks over quickly and grabs her arm, pulling her to the desk. 

“W-What in the seven hells are you doing!” She screeches before letting out a huff as she’s forced over the desk. Daemon reaches into his bag for the thing he knew he would probably need, handcuffs. Only fun ones but she’ll hardly be able to break them.

“Shut up before I gag you.” He warns as he cuffs her wrists behind her back.

“I’ll scream if you don’t let me go right now!”

Daemon sighs before taking off his tie and tying it around her mouth to gag her. He keeps one hand on her upper back as he lifts her skirt. 

“No underwear? I bet half the school has seen your bare cunt today with how short this fucking dress is.” He runs his fingers through her folds. Not quite wet yet.

He uses his free hand to pull off his belt. He chuckles at how her eyes widen in fear. Does she think he’s going to fuck her? Poor dumb girl. It’ll be much worse than that. He folds the belt in half and lifts it high in the air before bringing it down hard on her ass. She yelps through the gag but Rhaenyra isn’t even close to being loud enough for somebody to hear her. He spanks her again with the belt, enjoying the red stripe it leaves on her cheeks. He won’t be stopping until her whole ass is red. He spanks her again, and again, until her yelps turn to moans. Daemon knew she would like this treatment. Such a little brat needs to be put into her place.

“If you scream, i’ll make you do more than regret it.” He warns as he pulls off the gag. She looks back at him with tears glistening in her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, sir.” She says softly.

“Are you?” He smacks her hard with the belt and she arches her back. “Don’t you think you deserve this?” She takes too long to respond and he belts her again. Her poor bum is crimson now, but the slickness between her thighs tells him she needed it. “Answer me.”

“I do! I do deserve it.” He chuckles and tosses the belt on the table. He uses his hand to give her a few more harsh smacks. She whimpers at each one.

He pulls her by her hair back up to her feet. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”

She obeys quickly, practically falling to her knees in front of him. Daemon pulls his own cock out because she’s still cuffed and puts it to her lips. She sucks like her life depends on it. And Daemon can’t help but think that the whore clearly likes having a cock in her mouth. He grips the back of her hair and starts fucking her mouth ruthlessly. He enjoys how the tears start to fall from her eyes as she gags around him.

“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, Rhaenyra.” He commands before spilling on her tongue. She nearly chokes on it but swallows everything.

He pulls her up by her hair again and slaps her ass hard before pushing her back on the table.

“W-Wait, i’m a virgin.” She breathes out.

“If you don’t want it then get up and get out.” He gives her a few seconds and she doesn’t move so Daemon shoves his cock into her tight cunt. She nearly screams but he grips her around her throat so it’s barely more than a squeak. “Keep your voice down, baby. That’s my good girl.” He says as he begins to pound himself into her.

He brings his free hand down to pinch her clit while the hand around her throat prevents her from making any noises. When she finally calms down enough to be quiet, he lets go of her neck so he can use both hands to push her legs down into a mating press. She lets out a squeak at the new position. He hits her deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

“Fuck your pussy is so tight but I think i’ll be cumming in that ass.”

“No you can’t!” She squeals out as he pulls out. She begins to squirm so he flips her onto her tummy.

“I can fuck whatever hole I want.” 

He spanks her thighs a few times to punish her for complaining but it doesn’t stop her squirming so he just rolls his eyes and rubs some of her slick over her puckered hole. He slips a finger in to begin stretching her out as she kicks her feet and whines.

“Fine, you don’t want to be prepped? Then I won’t prep you.” She’s lucky she is all lubed up because Daemon shoves his thick cock right into her ass, bottoming out right away.

“Ahh, ahh.” She whimpers as he thrusts into her. She hates how quickly the pain fades into pleasure as he distracts her by rubbing her clit.

“There you go. Just had to get it in and now you’re a happy girl.” He coos as he fucks into her deeper.

“I-m gonna… cu-m.” She manages to get out as he rubs her faster.

“I know you are, baby. Cum for me and i’ll fill up that ass.” 

That triggers her instantly as she reaches her peak, squeezing around nothing. Daemon thrusts a few more times before spilling inside her once again. He pulls out only seconds later, starting to fix himself right away.

“I have another class starting in less than 10 minutes.” He uncuffs her but she can barely stand. “You need to leave.”

She straightens out her dress but she has nothing to wipe the cum from between her legs. “But I need-” She starts.

“Panties? Maybe you should have worn them instead of choosing to be a little slut. Get to your next class. Let’s see if you can go the whole day keeping my cum in your ass.” He says before giving her a wolfish grin. “And if your paper isn’t in tomorrow, you’re getting a paddling along with another dose of the belt.”

Rhaenyra gulps and nods before picking up her things. Daemon gets the door for her and she nearly stumbles out of the room as he sends her off with one more smack on the ass.

[darlingofvalyria]

❝Dragons do not seek permission, niece of mine. Dragons take.❞

[ Betrayal clouds your judgement, for when Jacaerys' indiscretion takes the form of a child, your anger lands in the palm of the Rogue Prince. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 3,412 ] | Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen Niece!Reader, Jacaerys Velaryon x Manipulative Aunt!Reader | this set in an au inside of in hightower green. | this is able to be read as a oneshot.

contains— canon divergence to the second power - an au of an au - targcest, use of 'bastard', infidelity, profanity, revenge, violence, pureblood Valyrian bullshit - thinking about death as a revenge but no suicide/suicidal ideation- angst, smut - two wrongs apparently make a right - mentions of children, pregnancy, childbirth - nsfw: rough sex, biting, degradation, breeding kink, smidge dacryphilia, creampie - no kinslayers, no kings, no betas.

a/n— special thanks to @ahristata and @hiraethrhapsody for kicking my pursuit of this thread!! i woke up (almost literally) to this line of inquiry, & though writing for daemon is difficult, i had a way, way too much fun with this one m'fraid. Ihad so much fun I started laughing at the absurdity. + comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

You can't breathe.

You stand there, your daughters by your sides, no more than five or so name days, dutiful as ever, the princess of the realm— the heir's wife, blindsided. Betrayed. Lied to. And you can't show them your grief, your anger, your shock— you smile, not betrayed, not realised, stupid.

Your act of stupidity protects you, for you can just tell that others, sharp-eyed as they are owning of sharper tongues, calculate the similarities between your husband and the child he is cooing at, at the arms of the Warden of the North's sister.

His bastard fucking sister.

You can't blink away as the facts, the threads, make a beautiful web in front of you. The conclusion is unmistakable. Jacaerys' consistent travels to the North, despite the campaigning for his mother's seat had not required the frequent stretches of long travels. How Aemond had remarked that the bastard is doing twice as much work in doing so, "as he should," Aemond murmurs darkly. "He casts a disgusting shadow on the Iron Throne, 'tis the least he can do."

The insistent of personally greeting the delegates from the North, you thinking it is just his wondrously formed friendship with the Lord Stark, had you dressing up and bringing your girls with him. So that your daughters can meet their father's fucking friend, one that occupied his time when he could have been at home, tending to his duties, his heirs.

And the woman who follows after the Wolf, the bastard Snow, his beloved sister. Dyanna had told you beforehand, as Lord Stark adores his only sibling. Their parenthood is unmistakable, dark hair and sharp chins. A Northern Beauty.

And then you stop, as there is a babe in her arms, no more than two name days at least.

And you see Jacaerys in his gaze.

His beautiful, warm brown eyes in the child in her arms, and as he stands there, your Prince of the Realm, too close for comfort, too close for platonic friendship, a familiarity one cannot deny— and that fucking, sweet-edged, tender smile on his face...

The same one he wore when you had given birth to his daughters. Soiled sheets, bloodied babes— it didn't matter. He held them to his arms with the very same smile, thanking you for birthing his babes.

A gut punch, a sharp inhale, an anger that coils and burns and roars.

Your bastard of a husband had fucked another bastard, and made himself a bastard little fucking family.

Life can ever be so cruel as it is humorous.

Daemon could have laughed at the prediction you found yourself in.

He sits to the left of his wife, the Queen who— in enough of itself, the evidence of the turmoil the court is about to get under, amusingly is talking quick with her Lord Hand; Corlys and Rhaenyra had not stopped pointedly looking at her heir, words too fast but unmistakable what the topic is if their gestures, the knot between their eyebrows, and unmistakable sighs and determined noises.

He, on the other hand, is pointedly staring at you.

You, who tries so hard to piece together an armour of stupidity, an air of nonchalance. As if there is no anger in your visage at your husband's attention completely stolen by Wolf's little sister and her son... who looked completely like him. Dark colouring, the First Men blood thick in his nose, his hair, at the curled edges of his baby-cheeked giggles.

When standing so close, faces to each other, there can be no doubt a mirror.

Or the lovesick smile on the mother's face, watching the Prince of the Realm interact with her son.

Together, the trio of them don't hint as much as a bead of Targaryen blood. One is able to pretend they are nothing more than a small... brown haired family.

Daemon presses his lips, trying desperately not to laugh so loudly.

He admired the boy, truly. Rhaenyra loved each child from her bosom with equal fervor, and Daemon was prepared take him as purely one of his own... but after he broke the betrothal with his daughter (though Baela could give lesser of a shit, though mildly dissatisfied as she was to become Queen, and the girl held her duties between canines) to marry a Hightower cunt... he had distanced himself from the boy.

Daemon viewed it as a sign of weakness, for he knew you. You were just like your mother, prodding into softened parts of his family— that green whore with his brother, young as she had been, his good sister Aemma had not been cold in their memories before she had found herself weightily pregnant with new heirs, and then Jacaerys, new to womanly spells, new to cunt, and you had him making vows in the ways of the dragonlords.

Though he can surmise that much of your mother's movements had not entirely been her own... Daemon knew that calculative look you got in your eye. Blink and it's gone, but your gaze sharpens, your mouth curls in a winning, prideful little smirk.

You were Otto Hightower's granddaughter alright, and you had wanted the Heir's Heir.

But now, it seems like, once a vow broken, it didn't really matter if it was a betrothal or a marriage to Jacaerys.

It brings a sick pull of satisfaction in him, that tugs him to look at you. Every time.

You laugh, tither, still evermore the gem of the feast— a feast you organised with the Lord Hand for your husband's absolutely exceptional diplomatic achievements in the North, truly, Daemon is laughing in the sidelines as the jests and songs make themselves — but Daemon is overtly familiar with dragons. And anger. And you simply stink of it. The way your eye twitches, the occasional grind of your jaw to how your fingers dig crescent moons into your palm. He catches blood in one blink then smeared, then gone, in another.

Your hold onto your armour— the Darling of the Realm, curated so painfully by a young, sly girl moving about the cesspit they call a crown's court — is breaking in pieces and tatters at each hour the feast went on.

It snarls. Like a dragon locked in the pits, tugging at reins, wishing to burn cities.

Maybe you aren't just another Hightower cunt after all.

Not purely at least, he thinks in distaste, staring at the dark green of your gown.

It is a childish tantrum, more than anything, for what is your Hightower green will do now? A bastard has been made, worse, a son. And though Jacaerys himself has muddied blood, he is still a Targaryen. His mother is Queen, prepared to make him an Heir to the Iron Throne as he had been legitimised as Laenor's son. A Velaryon. He bears the name, the crest, and the support of its house.

What is stopping him from marrying the Snow Bastard, legitimising the boy as his own, surpassing your own daughters?

Targaryens marry siblings, they also marry multiple wives.

It is a thought that he can see it dancing in your head— raw, enticing rage and bloodlust that tightens his breeches.

It is an interesting thing.

The green is disgusting, but Daemon can appreciate a young, fertile, Valyrian beauty.

Something your mother had ingeniously provided you and your siblings with, reining in her muddied blood to produce unmistakable Valyrian children. And as a smart little tart, you understood what to do with it.

When Daemon first met you, you were just one of the Hightower spawns that his brother had made to further his line. His brother's daughters—apart from Rhaenyra — were quiet things as babes and children. Odd the two of you were, but not really hostile. When you were introduced to him, your fat babe of a twin brother was teary-eyed and clinging to you, a quiet child with round eyes, staring at him inquisitively, as if challenging.

Then and there, Daemon disliked you so.

Even as you grew, the little of what he could see as he paid no mind of Viserys' other children, you grew up a fine royal, a princess of every word and sung note. Mentions of your progressive fight for the small folk, your charitable heart, your sweet nature that even his brother had made a note once or twice—

He thought it had been Otto Hightower who put you up to such machinations. Wouldn't be below him.

The night you bedded Jacaerys Velaryon, he was pleasantly surprised to find out it had been you all along.

And now here you are, betrayed as you had betrayed his daughter, delicious in your righteous anger and ripe (two babes before the year ended, Jace is an inglorious fool) for the taking. And youthful still. Smooth, soft skin, pretty lips and bright-eyed.

All your scheming, going as far as throwing your grandsire to Oldtown, it is obvious no one has wrangled the clever, spoiled little brat out of you.

As he sips his wine, amused and pleasantly hungry, he muses he might do a job or two of being the strong arm to do so.

He snorts, eyes straying back to the little First Men family.

There it is again. The jest that keeps on giving.

It was pride, truly, that kept you for most of the feast. That kept your gritted teeth to yourself, ducking into corners whenever your anger burned at your eyelids, stubbornly brushing stray tears away.

All is not lost, you stubbornly thought. You just had to plot.

But when Jace had taken your daughters, your Daenera and Aemma, gently tugging them to his bastard whore and his actual bastard to meet— finding your eyes, at that very moment as Daenera's precious, pureblooded hand shyly took the hand of her bastard brother, a fool's tender fucking simpleton of a smile on your husband's face —

Something in your head had snapped. A clean break.

And your armour had fallen. Like limestone from a fortress. Caved in ruins at the pool of your feet. Dark, furious loathe unfurled in your chest. Unable to handle it anymore, you had taken your dress and got out of the feast, for you could feel the urge of unsheathing a sword and going on a bloodied massacre, crowns and titles be damned.

You may not have a dragon, but you have its bloodlust.

Just as you are rushing to your chambers, you stop and make a different turn, knowing that if your husband had caught wind of such an ugly expression on your face, he would try and find you, talk to you, and you don't have the patience to cater to him at the moment— you find what you know of is an empty chamber, reserved for guests at the Keep.

It is a simple room with all the usual accruements. Most of the fanfare, the sheets, are in storage.

You start with a candelabra.

Raise it high before you are violently smashing it against the dresser, shrieks and guttural screams out of your mouth as you tear through the room like a typhoon, cursing Jacaerys, the North, and bastards to the Seven Hells.

None will be the wiser, for you had built your network well. Your spiders will pivot guards and strangers from this area, ensuring you a reprieve where your anger and grief can unfurl and manifest.

So you lose yourself, a dragon untethered. You get so into your rage, quiet in your thoughts, that you don't hear an intruder entering until there is a low, amused laugh too close for comfort.

You whirl around, tear-stained and rage-filled, and though the Rogue Prince expects you to fall into stutters, your eyes slit and you grip— when had you picked up a tome? — the tome tighter to your chest, snarling, "Get out."

Instead of surprise, or even offense, Daemon laughs as if you are the most amusing thing to him all night. Jesters and whores alike.

"I shall not." He makes a noncommittal hum around the dark room. "I rather like it here. It seems this chamber holds a much better entertainment than anything beheld at the feast."

You let out a dark, incredulous laughter. "I have no time for your toying, uncle, get out!" You toss the tome with fervour, but he's a warrior and he anticipates your anger, sidestepping easily before he's back to casual prowling.

"I do not have time to play jester for your entertainment," you hiss, unable to stop the hateful tears from spilling, brushing them away harshly as you watch him watch you.

He raises an eyebrow. "I am not asking you to."

"Are you here then for my humiliation? Press a bitter wound while it's still bleeding, is that it? Is that what would make the glory of your night?"

He snorts. "What would make the glory of my night is a warm body and a tight cunt."

Your face scrunches. "You are disgusting."

He barks out a laugh. "Not as disgusting as your brother."

"Aegon is no longer—"

"— or as stupidly naive as your husband."

A sharp intake of breath before you're once more cracking in broken rage and ghastly pain.

"Of course you would notice, who would not, he looks so much like his fucking bastard."

"Watch yourself, girl," he barks. "You are still talking about the Queen's heir."

A beautiful guard dog, you think, you snort. You push past him, gasping into the crisp, cool air, holding onto the balcony for dear life.

"His already diluted blood makes this conversation entirely hilarious to me I'm afraid." You look down and wonder how fast you will fall. How messy would such a death be? How much care there is left in your wake? Will your husband even care, now that he has his heir? Borne out of true love no doubt, despite such bastardly blood— or is that what makes it thrilling for them?

Mangled bone, spread thin blood— if you die such a way, it should be pretty. You hope it haunts the Keep of so many before you.

But if you die now, you will be replaced so easily. So prettily.

And your daughters—who will care for them? Will Jacaerys even care, if his bastards soon no doubt fill your once home, your mother, your brothers— your daughters pushed aside to make way for fucking dogs.

There is no satisfaction in such a plan.

There are many others.

The Rogue Prince makes his presence known by standing close to your back, close enough that you can smell him, that his heat is your own, as he hums, peering below as you have.

"Have you been drinking, zaldrītsos little dragon?" he whispers, tangling his fingers through your hair, running a lone finger down your neck, up and down in a tantalising movement. You can't help it, it feels comforting, leaning close to it despite such a breathy huff out of your lips.

"Since when am I dragon, kepus uncle? Haven't you always likened us muddied blood, filthier than dragonseeds?"

"I see that I am wrong," he says, almost idle as if he isn't devouring you in his gaze. How you feel soft, pliant under one finger after weighted in wine and the ruins of your anger, how you're almost purring and sweet like this, your fire alive but consistent. "Aōha perzys burns jehikagrī. Nyke hae ziry. Your flames burn bright. I like it."

"Hm. You've had sons, don't you uncle?"

"I have," he replies, amused.

"And many a children." You reach for his chin, your thumb rubbing his bottom lip. He's old, sure, but men don't have the same bodily issues as women. You know he could reach your father's age and be able to produce five more brats.

But his shoulders are strong, spry only as a swordsman can be.

And he isn't like he's loyal to Nyra, turning fully to you with a hand caressing your side.

His hand comes for your neck, halting your movement as he tests a squeeze. There is only much hatred as there is lust. And his cock is winning over his mind, for when your free hand, watching him intently, reaches for the hardness straining against his breeches, giving it a stroke, his breath stutters into a groan whilst his hips push into your hand.

"Dragons do not seek permission, niece of mine," he hums darkly. "Dragons take, or do you have too much of your Hightower cunt of a mother that you—"

You curl your hand over his cock until his breath hitches.

"I want a son. Surely you'd rather want for your true blood to sit on the Iron Throne? Your wife would remain Queen, her and her heir none the wiser. Any son of mine would be King regardless." Your voice is barely above whisper, stroking him as your squirm in his hold, his breath heavy by each promise, each tale you spin so tall. "Wouldn't you like that better? I am a Targaryen, as are you. Our blood would be pure."

"I have pureblooded sons, riñītsos little girl."

"But will they be king? With my husband as your wife's heir?" When his hold softens on your throat, you push yourself forward, pressing yourself against him. "Wouldn't you want your family's legacy, your legacy, unsullied with prettier blood?

"I want a son, uncle," you whimper, thickened with need and desire, willing him to bend and fold because men like Daemon are easy, because a loving marriage is one thing, a man who holds his house as his pride in another fist is another. "I want your seed to take root in me."

And it isn't like you're asking him to betray his Queen.

Daemon is surprisingly a soft lover, prone in a way to worshipping you even as you had gotten impatient and tried to get your way. His punishments are quick and precise, a hit on your thigh, a tighter squeeze in your throat, a firm bite in your breast enough to draw blood. He's soft but by choice, almost as if he is amusing you in each caress while one hand is holding you by your hair, fucking you down into the sheets.

His words aren't better, spun in hisses and spits, mocking laughter and groans.

"Do you want my seed, you little whore?"

"What would your husband say now, his pretty wife mewling for another? Or would he even care?"

"Your tears are pretty, if you want my seed, I think you need to be sobbing, hm?"

When he finally spills inside of you with nothing less of a broken, guttural roar, hips chasing the high, meeting your sensitivity once, twice, again— you are shattered in pieces and contradictions, floating and wide awake, pleasured and in pain.

He slaps your face gently after he's cleaned himself up, tucked his flaccid cock back in his breeches as he comes to your eye line. "Come to me again when you want my seed, hm? I shall prioritise your wants for the good of the realm but I dare say—"

He cocks his head with a smirk, feeling stirrings at the sight of your fucked out state, his seed spilling from your pretty hole that he can't help himself as he chases it with a finger, forcefully pushing it back in while your body trembles and twitches.

"— you may be with child soon enough, niece. I shall congratulate you and my son with the happy news."

Your eyes flutter close at the echoes of his disappearing footsteps.

Nine moons later, through a hearty, blood-soaked birth that rocked the keep with your wails of pure pain— much more painful than when your girls had come into the world — a baby boy is born of pure Valyrian colouring.

A fat babe who cried murder in his first seconds of life, and it is Caraxes who snarls and screeches into the high noon sky.

"I shall name him Daemon," you say to your husband beside you as you beheld the babe with a wondrous smile and a full heart.

"After your brother and my father," Jace says, smiling. "That is wonderful, my wife. He does look much like them."

Your smile curls, a finger rubbing your babe's fat cheek. "He does. And he will be strong swordsman." Your lashes flutter to Jace, poisoned vowels in each word that he blinks, startled. "Just like his father."

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