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Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Chamber Maid)

Word count: 1.2k

You had just been appointed as the chamber maid of prince Aemond. The red keep was almost always short of staff so it had not been that big of a deal to anyone but you. You hadn’t really been working long enough to be qualified as a chamber maid so at first, it came as a bit of a shock.

To your delight, being Aemond’s chamber maid didn’t require you to interact with the prince himself. At dawn, he would leave for his morning drills with Ser Criston and you’d quickly finish your work then and leave. There was never much to do in his chambers for he kept them quite organised and in place. So, in order to keep you busy, you would be assigned to look after princess Helaena’s children.

You quickly bonded with them and they too, grew fond of you. You would take them to the palace gardens or play with them in princess Helaena’s rooms and more often than not, you would find the one-eyed prince present. You’d heard uncountable stories of him, most of them about how hideous he was, how no girl in court would ever be interested him. But when you first laid eyes on him in the gardens, you realised that all those people couldn’t have been more wrong and you would catch yourself stealing glances at him whenever you could. Sometimes he’d return the eye-contact and you would quickly look away in embarrassment.

Only after two weeks of cleaning Aemond’s chambers every day, you dared to pick up a candlestick and hold it against the wall of books that was there near the prince’s bed. Each shelf was divided by genre and each book laid out alphabetically. Even though you were of low status, you’d learned how to read as a child and never stopped since.

You knew the red keep had a library but it was available to few. To have found such a treasure at hand seemed like a gift of the gods. You quickly took out a book from the bottom shelf where you hoped he wouldn’t notice. It was small enough to fit in your pocket. With your heart beating against your chest, you rushed out.

When the prince entered his chambers after sunrise, he had almost instantly seen a book missing from his collections but when he saw that it had returned to its exact place 2 days later, Aemond knew it had been you. He had been made aware of his new chambermaid that he would often find stealing glances at him whenever she was assigned to look after his sister’s kids. You didn’t look at him the way others did, with horror and disgust but with a certain awe that Aemond quickly fell for. He would start finding excuses to be near the little Targaryens, to be near you. He loved the way you would look away, your cheeks turning red, the way you would laugh and smile, the way you kept your hair in a messy braid.

Once you were sure that the prince wasn’t seeing one of his books missing, you started taking more of them right after finishing the one before. You were always more than careful with the books, treating them as if they were worth more than the most expensive diamonds in Westeros and always made sure to keep them right back.

As more days passed by, you started getting more comfortable with your new life. You were starting to like it but you knew you could never actually ever approach prince Aemond with your growing feelings for him, and it hurt like a knife in the heart.

2 months had gone by and your life was going by smoothly. You followed your morning routine and entered Aemond’s chambers to quickly change the sheets and finish up with a bit of light dusting. But just as you would every 2-3 days, you first went to the bookshelf and kept your most recent read back on its place.

You held the candlestick up high and found a book that certainly piqued your interest. You stepped on your tip-toes and tried to reach for it but failed. Each time your hand barely even touched the book. Just as you were about to give up, you saw a hand from behind you take it. For a second your heart stopped for you knew who it was. You could feel his breath on your neck and it raised every strand of hair on your skin. You turned slowly, your back now resting on the bookshelf. You had never seen Aemond so up close and he was perfect. He was wearing a loose white cotton shirt which gave him a much more homely look. It’d seemed as if he had worn his eyepatch in a hurry, as if he was scared about what you would think. You looked into his eye and he in yours and you never wanted this moment to end. But it did, perhaps a lot later than it should have but a lot earlier than you’d preferred.

Ser Criston was out of the capital for some urgent business and Aemond had stayed behind in his chambers that morning. He’d actually been looking forward to seeing you in his chambers where he could talk to you without suspicion. The prince had gone as far as to even keep your favourite foods and drink ready but now that felt like it would be too much.

“My prince, I am so sorry! I never should’ve taken-“ you were cut off abruptly.

“ ‘The Hidden Mysteries of Qarth’,” the prince read out the title, “You have good taste, little thief.” The corners of his lips turned into a small smile. You had expected him to be absolutely furious but perhaps not.

“My prince, I’m no thief. I’ve only ever borrowed your books and I always kept them back in perfect condition. I know it was wrong… but I never stole anything,” You spoke anxiously. If he wasn’t angry before, he’d probably be now, you thought to yourself. But out of all the things you had expected, you hadn’t expected him to laugh. Well, he didn’t laugh but he was grinning and it was amazing. Regardless of the consequences, you would cherish this scene till the end of your days.

“Take it,” he held the book in his hand. You hesitated; what if it was simply a test? What if he was waiting for you to take it and then punish you for taking his books without expecting any consequences? The endless thoughts ran in your head as your eyes went from the book to Aemond’s violet eye but his remained on yours.

“I won’t hurt you,” He spoke in the softest of voices, “Consider it a gift.”

You knew the blood had risen to your cheeks and made you look like a flustered fool. Finally extending your hand, you took the book from the prince, “Thank you, my prince.”

So, it seemed as though he had already known, and that your efforts to remain sly remained only as efforts.

You didn’t see Aemond in his chambers again and you’d stopped taking his books out of guilt and embarrassment but only a few days later you found a new book at your bedside and inside it a note.

It is one of my favourites, tell me what you think

You knew who it was from even though there was no note and couldn’t help but smile and melt.

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The Winter Sun (23)

23. Harrenhal

MASTERLIST

Summary: You can’t see a way out

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, incest, hinted non-con, involuntary imprisonment, non con adultery, pregnancy, a little injury involving a knife, and blood, death of a character, a VERY GORY ONE, sorry for that I have never written anything like it, war and all that comes with it, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: this came sooner than I even expected... and I have to warn... we are coming close to an end! I hope to drag it out to make it even 30 chapters... but no promises BUT I already have in mind a couple of Epilogues about their lives and the ones of their babies! hehe anyways... here we go

Aemond regretted it

As he gazed at you, he regretted telling you he had murdered Cregan, showing you his burnt cloak he find in the remains of the battlefield

You had become catatonic, dead but breathing, you refused to eat, to speak, you were barely breathing, laying on the bed, it got so bad he released your chains, but you didn’t even try to stand, or run away, you just laid there.

The maids revealed to him you did eat at night when he wasn’t there, that you cried when you believed nobody could hear you

You were still there, but when he was near, you wear dead

Since the first time he had you, he spent two whole weeks making you his, then he flew to the battlefield and completely destroyed the Winterwolves, half of the army, but he took out Cregan, making them dissolve in the Riverlands. 

He returned, you knew something was… different, he didn’t see you in days, hoping to erase all trace of battle from himself, and when he was “clean”, he had returned to you, he spend a month with you. But no matter how many times he had you, and how excited he was that your blood moon haden’t come yet, you wouldn’t let yourself go, you wouldn’t surrender fully to him, and he grew exasperated

So as the received word that the old cunt had taken King’s Landing and he was here, with a reluctant woman - since now you were unknowingly a widow he believed he could marry you once you were with child-.

He lost it

He threw it in your face that as soon as he recuperated King’s Landing, you were going to marry. “That mutt” was well dead and burnt, turned to dust under Vhagar’s flames and he had his cape to prove it. 

That is when he lost you even though you were right there

Another month has gone by, his army went to surround King’s Landing, his younger brother Daeron was winning on every town that was unlucky enough to swear to the blacks 

Aemond sighed when he planned on what to do with you, when he felt arms around his shoulders 

“My love”, Alys whispered in his ears, “I’m here, please”, he released himself from her grasp, and she whine, tired of this, tired of your looming presence in the castle, in her home, “she doesn't want you”, he bit out

“She will”, he said softly, you knew you were a mother, and once he got you pregnant, he believed you were going to react again, become alive, with some meaning, you still had Rickon, Winterfell was still intact, once you had another pup in your belly you were going to recuperate, he was sure of it

“You still have one eye and yet you are so blind”, she said meanly, “I will have your children”, she said, convinced

“Its her”, he said bitterly, and Alys only whined, her dark heart only growing darker, her jealousy burning her like dragon fire

 Maybe rejecting Alys like that was a mistake, but in Aemond’s mind, she was loyal to him, no matter what, he had promised her a life in King’s landing as her mistress, and she had gladly accepted, he was not going to push her away, that was the price, and yet… he somewhat feared her

But his mind was occupied and concerned with you at the moment, no one else

He had time with you, he held you sometimes at night, and you did curled your arms around him, but he believe it was only because he was the only one there and you were only a human, going through a crippling grief and he was the only source of human warmth and interaction 

Things changed one day when he realized something… he placed his hand on your belly, and there it was… A small bump

He almost cried 

“It’s not yours”, you whined, “It’s Cregan’s”, you spitted out, that is the first time you spoke in a month and your voice sounded like a broken bagpipe. Aemond removed his hand like it burned him, he had a troubled face, but he quickly changed it with a wicked grin

“Are you sure about that?”, he asked wickedly, so proud of himself, “you have been here almost three months”

You whined burying your face on the pillow, not even you were convinced, but you had to be, you placed your hand on your belly, it was too soon to be Aemond’s, but also, you haven't been eating much either… it was possible

Aemond left you room smiling so widely, he was so, so happy, it had happened so quickly he couldn’t believe, he was certain it was his, of course, he was of the blood of the dragon just like you, so it was obvious to him it was a strong little dragon growing in your belly.

And his happiness was not missed by Alys, as she watched from the shadows Aemond leaving your room.

She had to get you out of the way, but if she did, Aemond was never going to forgive her, no, it was not his fault, it was yours, you needed to suffer.

And she could already tell, that the best way to get to you, was trough your loved ones

But she wasn’t strong enough to go after Rickon, not without help…

. . .

Cregan woke up hours later, because he couldn’t longer breathe, he had to push his way out of a pile of what it used to be humans, now heavy piles of ashes

He was being pulled by someone, and when he could open his eyes he saw Lord Roderik, he could see he tears in his eyes, he had lost his son, Jon used his own body to cover Cregan’s from the flames, dying instantly

“Roderik”, he whined, as surviving soldiers help him, “Dragonstone”, he managed to say, “Daemon”, before he was lost again to unconsciousness 

Daemon and his dragon was the only one who could go head to toe with Vhagar

Luckily for Cregan, he had loyal men with him, who in his state, an arm burned and barely conscious, they took him east, towards the sea, recuperating on the road

Which was long, and hard, the men were broken, half his numbers had been slain and burned, but that didn’t deter them from attacking all small forces of the greens they encountered as they made their way to the crownlands

They didn’t know the Blacks had taken King’s Landing, but they released the northeast part of the crownlands, as they were making their way to a safe port that could take them to Dragonstone, or Driftmark

And they spread the rumors, that Lord Cregan Stark was dead, they couldn't have the greens realizing they had failed, they thought, for it was a dead sentence on all of them

So the word spread like wildfire, that Cregan Stark was dead and his broken army was set for vengeance , letting themselves loose in the Crownlands

It was in the middle of the night in which she decided to put her plan in motion, he sneaked into your chambers, when she knew Aemond wasn't there 

A sharp knife in her hand, you awakened only when your fac started to burn, you didn’t know what happened, you only woke up with a burn on your cheek and a wet face, whining. You swear you could see two green eyes looking down at you, like those of a cat, as just as quickly as they came, they vanished, and soon you were alone again

You managed to sit on the bed and took your hand to your cheek, the fire lit in the room let you know it was blood, you ran out of your room to the hallway, which was lit up by torches, and some guards were there, shocked to see your face all bloodied

It was only a small cut in your right cheek, but it was bleeding profusely 

Of course one of them went to fetch Aemond and the maester, in that order, and the other help you clean the wound, to see the extent of the damage

You were calm, Aemond wasn’t as much as he paced furiously over the room as the old maester with shaky hands cleaned your wound and gave it a couple of stitches to help it close

You didn’t even felt the needle coming in and out of your skin, you swear you couldn’t feel anything, you only breathed evenly as you placed your hand on your belly, soothing yourself, Aemond stopped his pacing to look at you, worried, but smiling softly when he saw your hand.

You were a good mother, even if you despised him, you were going to be so good with all the children he was going to give to you

But Alys had everything she needed

It was true, babies were very difficult to bewitch, especially yours, having both Valyrian and the first men’s blood pumping through his veins, protected by an ancient energy.

But with the help of your blood, the blood of the own mother of the child, she could become stronger, enough to finish the job she wanted to do. 

she was careful with not dropping the precious liquid until she reached her own chambers, in there, everything was ready, the herbs, a small sacrifice, and the fire always lit up, ready for anything she might want or need to see 

She started whispered as soon as she was in front of the fire, the flames immediately dancing at her command, she top a small vial of wild fire and threw it inside the fireplace, the flames immediately acquiring a neon green color, and a roaring sound could be heard in the room, but only for her ears

She repeated what Aemond had seen, throwing herbs in the fire and chanting in a language that maester believed to be dead. And soon… in her eyes, it could be seen the far North, the already green grass surrounding the castle of Winterfell, but still the valleys filled with snow, still not melting away despite already being in spring

With further concentration, she came in closer, she could feel the cold air, the crisp wind of the North. Soon, she went through the huge gates of the first wall, then through the drawbridge and then by the next one.

She was not impressed by the castle that had been standing for 8.000 years, instead, she went straight for the huge wooden doors leading to the main castle, across the courtyard, she could see everything, hear everything, and yet, she was on a mission.

The Winterfell corridors and rooms could be a bit like a maze to the unknown person walking through them, but she had done this before, at Aemond’s bidding, she had already done the work of walking all through this walls and passages 

She had already seen where the Lord of Winterfell’s rooms where

And that is where she went

The shadow walked slowly through the stone corridors, by each step she gained strength, she gained material to be able to influence her surroundings, but at this time of night, the castle was almost empty, the sleepy soldiers unaware of the danger.

The monstrous shadow climbed the last set of stairs towards the main corridor where your rooms were, where Sara’s and baby Rickon’s rooms were.

She went first to yours, but it was empty and cold, the baby was not there, so she turned around and back at the hallway, and then walked slowly towards the second bedroom, a smaller room.

The corridor of the main chambers were mostly empty, the main branch of the Stark family consisted in only Cregan, Sara, you and baby Rickon, Alys had to hold in her bitter laugh, for as you naively believed you were going to fill those rooms with children of your own

You will never be able to do that…

her shadowy hand, deformed with big claws, opened the wooden door slowly, she could almost taste the infant’s blood. 

There he was, sleeping peacefully on his wooden cradle, covered in furs, the fire lit up, but barely, she had to be quick or she could be interrupted by some made or guard ready to set the fire up again.

BUt back in Harrenhal, Alys threw more herbs, and then, with her finger, gathered your blood from the blade and let its drops fall into the flames.

They changed from a green color, to a deep red, and then black flames, this was it, the darkest level of magic she was ever going to be able to produce, or manifest

The shadow now became flesh, dust became blood, and to the eyes of the skeptical, Alys Rivers materialized in the room of the heir of winterfell, of Rickon Stark

The same knife that had your blood, appeared in her hand, and she smiled viciously when the baby cooed in his sleep

His dark hair disgusted her, she was disgusted by you, not being able to have a child with silvery locks like your own, she smiled bitterly…

She was not cruel, one stab to the heart will be enough, quick and easy, he was not going to suffer… much… 

But as she raised the knife above the crib… a growl interrupted her, she turned quickly to the side, scared out of her mind, but she sighed, relieved, when the only things she saw was a little pup

“SHUT UP!”, she commanded in a whisper, but the pup kept growling at her, he even barked, and when he did, she kicked the poor pup, who flied a couple of feet into the ground, in whimpers

It was a miracle that Rickon didn’t wake

“I hate animals”, she said viciously, turning back to the crib.

But as she raised the knife, she was interrupted again, by a deep, more vicious growl, she turned towards the door and the only thing she could she was two huge golden eyes staring at her, taller than her, almost the size of the door

By the side of the beat, appeared Sara

“Autumn…”, she called, “attack”

The huge wolf wasted no time in jumping the witch, it happened so fast she couldn't react as Autumn’s jaws closed around her whole head, she didn’t even draw a sound as her paws closed around her shoulders and arms and the wolf’s head moved abruptly from one side to the other, snapping her neck and crushing her skull between her teeth that were as sharp as Valyrian steel

“Greenseer beats blood witch”, whispered Sara as Autumn licked her teeth and her paws. Sara grabbed a sleeping Rickon and cuddled him against her chest, and left the room to cuddle her nephew to her own room, who in turn was protected with another type of ancient magic. Rickon nameless pup soon followed her, moving his short tail 

Aemond, al the way back in Harrenhal went to confront Alys the next morning, he knew she had something to do with the attack on you, and if we are being honest, he was scared for you, he had seen what Alys could do, but only after spending the night with you, he went to her rooms and what he found there made him ran down back on his own steps and throw up in the nearest pot he could find 

Her head was on one side of the room, and her body on the other.

Blood everywhere, in the ceiling and in the walls, and the fire extinguished. 

Aemond had no choice but to burn it all with Alys in it, people will never believe what he saw, no one ever could.

What happened in that room, it could not be explained. 

It took two months for Cregan to reach Dragonstone, only to realize it was empty, the royal family was not there, they had taken King’s Landing, but from there, they could be easily reached, a raven arrived in King’s landing with the news that Cregan Stark was in Dragonstone, desperately wanting to talk to Daemon Targaryen.

Jacaerys was still in Dragonstone, as prince of the seat of the Targaryens., and in the middle of the war, he was commanded to protect it until the threat of the Greens could be defeated permanently, with him was Rhaena and Baela 

The Rogue was securing the rest of the crown lands, and he couldn’t attend the call of the young wolf, but to one month later, as soon as he could 

“What happened?”, he asked, as soon as he had the wolf of Winterfell in front of him, he took of the helmet of his armor and stare at the man

“We were marching South, we were surprised by the Baratheons and the royal army”, he whined, “we fought, good, we were winning, but there was nothing we could do against Vhagar”

“But why would you march on Harrenhal?”, he asked, annoyed, “we explicitly said that…”

“He has her”, he cut his words, and Daemon looked at him wide eyed

“How?”, he asked

“He threatened her when I had already left, she went to him willingly, to avoid bloodshed, to safe our son and Winterfell”, Daemon cursed in High Valyrian, as he paced around the war room

“When?”

“Five moons ago”, Daemon grabbed a wooden chair and threw it against the nearest wall, breaking it in a thousand pieces

“And just now…?”, he faced Cregan

“I didn't know you were not here!”, he fought back, and Daemon refrained from fighting him. But as he thought more about, on a plan to recuperate you… he realized that one-eye bastard had not been in the battlefield, because he was distracted, by you

“With this… she had given us a priceless gift”, he said. Cregan frowned, looking at him

“What gift?”

“Time”

“What do you mean?”, asked then Jacaerys, who was as surprised as terrified 

“He is distracted by her, we lost Harrenhal but recuperated the rest of the Riverlands, the knights of the Vale are crossing the Valley, we are going to storm Harrenhal and he won’t see us coming!”, he said hastily, he then looked at Cregan

“Can you raise another army?”, he asked him

“Already send the ravens”, he said, decisively

“I will take care of the Dragon, you will take care of the Baratheons and the Greens”, and just like that, they were ready to retaliate. 

The blacks were planning the counterattack

More notes: i had never written any magical thing like that, I hope it was bearable AJAJA It even amazed me of how quickly the chapter came, now I'm a short period of vacation and I'm inspired

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Aegon

Without hesitation I can tell you this man is a switch

He would definitely start off harsh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aemond

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

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

but it took forever to even get him into bed

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

and you HATE it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”say it.”

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

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

”Say. It.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jacerys

A top. For sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no, he loves that pretty face of yours

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

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

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

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

oh he definitely knows his way with his tongue too

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

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

he LOVES it when you say his full name

not Jace, but Jacerys

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

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

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

unlike Aemond, he sticks to praises and loving terms

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

and you definitely feel like a goddess

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

he teases you, but not in painful way

you softly beg him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no, he instead bathes you like a servant

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

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

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

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

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

Podrick

hear me out, a soft switch

he LIVES to please you

Definitely has mommy issues and a mommy kink

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

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

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

and oh you love it. So much.

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

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

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

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

he loves. LOVES. When you scream and shake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bran

A bottom. I will not take criticism.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he LOVVVES your noises holy shit

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

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

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

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

he does NOT know where to look

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he’s definitely a doggy style type of boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[puppyxaegon]

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

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

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

She Says

Sub!Aegon ii Targarygen x Wife!Reader

Rating: Explicit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poor baby, that probably hurt :(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[screamverse-shawty]

(NSFW) Subby Aegon ii ficlet because I said so

Sub!King Aegon ii x gn consort!reader. This started off as hcs but I couldn't stop writing, sooo here we are. I've never actually posted anything like this like...ever so I hope someone likes it!! I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm open to requests for more of this Aegon or some other characters/fandoms if anyone has them.

Aegon has always gotten what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted it for the majority of his life

Whether he was fucking the whores of the street of silk or the serving girls of kings landing he was the one in charge because well, that's just how it's supposed to be

Admittedly though, Aegon did find the responsibility sometimes to be a bit dull

Especially now that he was king and had responsibilities further than they eye could see

Not to mention when he was too drunk to string together a sentence, the apprehension and blank bovine stares from his exploits would be almost too much to bear, and he wished desperately to the seven that some of them would just do something on their own

Enter: you, his consort

It starts small, maybe a firm hand gripping his throat as you ride his cock, or a slight tug of his hair as he eats you out, but it isn't long before things begin to...expand

You'd assumed when you married a King, no less the likes of Aegon ii Targaryen, you would have to leave your dominant side behind, but as you read his body language though begin to figure out that he actually likes when you push him a bit, you waste no time in seeing just how far he will bend.

One day, you're straddling his lap in his chambers as the two of you kiss hotly. You can taste the wine on his tongue as he runs his hands along your sides, lapping and panting heavily into your mouth, squeezing into your ribs roughly. Too roughly, considering you've told him numerous times about that riding accident which left them permanently sore

"Aegon, stop tha-" and you're cut off by him pulling you into another messy kiss, not seeming to hear you at all over the sound of the blood rushing down to his own cock, which you can feel pressing firmly against your core.

You repeat yourself, to no avail, and your attempts to move his hands yourself are met only with irritated grunts as he continues to grind into you. It's like you aren't even there.

Without thinking, you slap him hard across the face, hearing him gasp audibly as his head snaps to the side. "I said stop."

Time seems to freeze for a moment, and you stare as the man sits oddly still, silvery hair obscuring his expression. You see his hands flex and then form fists, gripping the bedsheets tight as you can see blue-green veins shift underneath his skin, stark through his pale skin.

All at once you fear that your judgement was all wrong, that he'll be furious, have you punished by the Kingsgaurd, maybe even beat you to a pulp himself. But Aegon shifts his face to you, an unreadable look now settled across it, and amazingly, apologizes.

You blink at him for a moment, almost stunned to silence, but you won't allow this opportunity to slip away from you.

"When I say stop," you pause, watching the rise and fall of his chest as a blush blooms on his cheeks and down his neck, "you stop. Understood?"

Aegon swallows thickly, and nods, fingers twitching as he grips the sheets beside him. He looks...terrified, and something else you don't recognize.

You lean back into him for another kiss, this time taking the lead yourself and pushing your tongue into his mouth, drawing out an unintentional moan from him as his arms stay frozen and taut at his sides.

That night, you tease the man for over an hour, and by the time he's finally allowed to cum, tears run down his face and he makes a noise you're sure must have been heard by half the castle.

From there, you're off the the races

After the interaction, the two of you seem to form an almost unspoken understanding of what you wanted from eachother. You easily fell into your roles, and for all the bratty King is made out to be, he's never put up much of a fight as far as you were concerned.

In allowing himself to let go and give himself and his pleasure over to you, Aegon finds a bliss more complete than anything he's ever known.

Aegon finds himself desperate to please you any way he can, and in the security he feels being held by you everything else falls away, even if just for a moment.

Aegon loves to be praised while he's pleasing you, called a good boy and have you massage your fingers along his scalp as he works his tongue against you, his cock straining against his breeches, and knowing he's not allowed to touch it until you say so.

He loves when you edge and tease him, driving him half mad with feather light touches on his painfully hard cock as he squirms against restraints, tottering on the brink of orgasm for what feels like a thousand years.

Despite how much he wants to please you, his quick temper and sharp tongue often betray him, resulting in no shortage of punishments.

Like the time you took him over your knee after speaking over you in court, having him painstakingly count each impact and pretending you don't notice the way he ruts against your thighs after each slap.

Afterwards, as he kneels at your feet and hugs your legs, he looks up at you with tear stained eyes, full of adoration and wonders how he got so lucky.

(mommy? Sorry-)

Aegon is shameless and doesn't care to abate his hungry stares or fawning over you, and others take notice.

You definitely get some foul looks when you walk the castle halls, with or without him trailing behind you like a lost puppy

Regardless of what they think though, nobody can deny that you've inexplicably whipped the problem child into shape, something that had long since seemed completely impossible.

Aegon would do anything for you. He finds himself driven mad by you in every way imaginable and you both know that he would kneel to kiss your feet before the whole of court if you so commanded

[writer-ann-artist]

Faerie!Reader x Targareyn Family

• Reader and Heleana being born twins, reader being the younger

• Heleana being born a dragon dreamer and reader being born a fae dragon

• Being born more fae than dragon, meaning your fire burns bright but not as hot

• Heleana not liking to be touched but never not holding reader

"My sweet girl, let your sister eat. She will not go anywhere, I promise."

"She will die without love, mother."

Alicent sighed, Heleana always said the same thing when her twin sister was brought up. As a mother she loved how close her daughters were to one another. As her children's protector she wanted them to be able live without the other before they are force to leave each other.

• Aegon not understanding his sister's but being their secret protector

Aegon couldn't sleep. Those little girls were evil he was sure of it. Heleana had accidentally scared a young girl with her bugs. Though Heleana did not know what she had done, she apologized with reader's help. Instead the girl took to name calling and picking on his sisters. Even going as far as to desuede a young boy from approaching the younger twin. Aegon stopped his pacing. He knew just how to get back at the unruly girl. The next morrow Aegon stood proudly as the rude young girl was crying over her wine covered gown. He had even convinced her to drink a glass or two before her ruined her gown. Thus lead to her parents scolding her for indulging in her cups.

• Aemond being dutiful to his sisters, walking them to and from studies and activities, walking through doors first so as to combat an attack, pulling out their chairs so they can sit comfortably

• Otto finally separating the twins when they each start their monthly blood

• Alicent, Aegon, and Aemond having to endure the heartbreaking cries from the twins

• Fae reader having such a small dragon they are considered without a dragon

Viserys feeling bad for his daughter as she blissfully trained with her tiny dragon. He could hear Otto's disapproval in his daughter, mumbling to his wife causing her to breath heavy. Viserys shakes his head to dislodge the negative thought. He was here to watch his children and there dragons. Aegon and Aemond spoke Valaryen with ease and perfect accent. Each word that was spoken clearly was given praise by his youngest daughter. She would give praise along with the chirps and purrs of her little dragon. The twins ended up sitting age snuggling with their dragons as the boys trained. Viserys often called his youngest daughter 'Faerie Targareyn' he thought it suited her very well. Not to mention how well she fit into the deceptions of his dreams. Dreams that started when he first became king. Dreams about the most enchanting creature, one who can mend broken thread, a creature who calm raging beasts, but also devour its enemies whole. He saw that creature in reader.

• Aegon not knowing if he lusts for you or just in general loves you

• Heleana spending every moment she can with her sister

• Aemond protecting his sisters with all he has

• Viserys telling his children stories because reader asked him to

• Alicent trying to do her children's hair only to find out how picky they are

• Jace talking to reader in Valaryen, cause that how her and her sister learned

• Luce helping reader and Heleana pick flowers for there moms

• Nyra seeing the dragon blood in reader therfore thanking the gods that Hightower blood wasn't too strong in her half siblings

• Deamon enjoyed his time feeding the dragons with reader, he found it pleasing to know that a gentle creature like her didn't flinch nor cry knowing another being had to die for another

• Otto being the only person who did not like reader, and viscera

Alicent struggled to carry reader as she hung limply in her arms.

"I don't understand you, my fae. It's just your grandfather."

"The ugly evil wasp does not help the rose grow."

"My sweet girl that does not help mum."

"It will." Heleana skipped ahead of her mother to join Luce. Alicent knew she shouldn't have mentioned her father. She looked down at her limp daughter know the scolding she will get for raising such a spoiled girl.

"If I didn't know better I'd say my little fae has died in my arms." Without getting a reaction Alicent leans on the wall and adjusts her grip. With a huff she begins tickling her daughter. Two breaths pass before her light but loud laughter fills the hall.

"Look at this a miracle! My little fae is alive and well." Alicent laughs with her daughter to they both need breath.

[metonomyg]

Lucerys: *watching Aemond sleep while tracing faint outlines of his lovers face with his fingertips*

Lucerys: *sighs* you are just so cute, beautiful and lovely

Aemond: *eyes still closed* I could kill you with my bare hands

Lucerys: I know love

[girl-intrigued]

Why didn't Otto marry Gwayne to Rhaenyra ??? Or some other son of his as he has other sons . Anyone knows ? Was it to avoid conflict if Viserys had other children ?

[pinkypastal]

HOT D or something idk my mom banned me from watching it

[midnightstar16]

When he's a walking red flag››››››

[rphelperblog]

Helaena Targaryen

Open for any rpers use but inspired by @bcbliophile​ @wcrriorhearts​ @westerosiqueens​ @tessastormrp​ @targaryenprinces​ @multistoty​

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (5)

5. Compromises

MASTERLIST

Summary: A battle wasn’t the war

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoif customs, arranged marriage , AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), a little angst, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 2,4k

Notes: Cregan is scared of the reader and how much he is willing to renounce, and she won’t tell him why! jezzzz

“Lord Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, the King is most please to propose a marriage alliance between yourself, and his adoring niece, princess (Y/N) Targaryen”, he read, “it’s time to join our houses”, Aemond growled like a wounded animal and crumpled the letter under his fist and threw it to the fire.

“Those cunts want to take her from me”, he mumbled under his breath, his one eye set in the flames as the letter disappeared. 

You had gone missing since yesterday evening, and he was waiting outside the small council meeting and he intercepted the letter.

 He was fuming, fire burning through his veins. He took a long hitched breath, trying to contain his ire, if he saw his mother or anyone else right now he would grab them by the neck and he didn’t think he was going to let go before he saw the light disappear from their eyes.

You were his.

How dare they intervene with what was his? with his destiny.

He took the cup of dragonfire wine and draw it to his lips taking a long sip

Where the fuck where you?

If you were actually in that godforsaken place you call home he was going to go there, take you, make you his, he wouldn’t let go of you until you were swollen with his children, and then only then, he would take you to King’s Landing and marry you in front of Gods and Men, everyone was going to be there to see you were his and only his.

Fuck his mother

“Wait until you are betrothed, he is scared of you Aemond…”, two fucking years she made him wait and still, she batrayed him

This would not stay like this

“Aemond can’t know about this”, Alicent said, turning from the window with a hand over her mouth. She was truly scared of her own son, “he wil… I don’t even know what he is capable off”

“She ran off, it is not our fault”, Otto said, “the princess escaped on her own”. Steffon himself had told them about your whereabouts under your command. Once the morning struck, he would tell them you went North to Cregan Stark

“She went North”, she cried, “to offer herself to Cregan Stark like some… common whore”

“That common whore will win us the North”, he said, calmly

“Is she? to us?”, she said then, “she only thinks of herself”

“To the family that raised her? yes”, he said, certain of his words

“I told you we should have betrothed her to Aemond”, she said firmly, “and you didn’t listen, and now…”

“That wouldn’t have changed her mind, that girl had always been disassociated, and selfish”. Alicent curled her lips in a disgusted manner, her eyes big and scared.

“Aemond…”

“Will fall in line”, he assured her. “she is with the Starks now, we only need to receive the answer to the letter”

Cregan was hidden away in his office, late at night, he rubbed his forehead with his fingers looking for clarity. He was tempted to grab a cup of Ale, but resist the urge to, he needed mental clarity.

He had accepted the Princess’ hand in marriage

he felt pressured by her beautiful eyes filled with hope and fear of rejection, he had let himself be weak, again.

He had made a decision, two years ago, to never marry and let the leadership of Winterfell and the North fall into his youngest uncle’s line, his cousin. And he was going to marry someone else. He was going to marry his third wife. He had thirty name days, and he was about to marry his third wife.

That poor girl was probably going to die horribly in his arms… 

He was cursed

And he was weak for letting it happen again 

He sighed deeply looking at the flames of the fireplace in his room

Arra, Alyssane, and now this princess

Arra would be happy for him, she was so good, and kind… she would have wanted him to be happy, to have a family. He missed her so much, her light, her laugh… his childhood friend…

Alyssane on the other side… would have eaten that poor girl alive. 

He shook his head

He couldn’t compare, he couldn't let himself compare them, he had barely thought about Arra or Alyssane in the last two years. And she wasn’t like anything he had seen or met before. 

She was different

The exception to the rule, so unique and yet… what she needed out of this world was some basic things…

Love

Protection

Care

Loyalty

He could give her all those things… Winterfell… the whole North, could be able to give her all of those things…

But, was she willing to gain them? She was going to have to.

Was she going to survive the North? How was she fairing right now? lodged in one of the guest rooms under his roof, it was a cold night, Winter was coming. Was she cold? was she alright?

He raised from his seat and exited his private chambers, he roamed the hallways towards her assigned bedroom, and before he could reach said hallway, he ran into his sister.

He often wonders if she did it on purpose, if she knew he was coming.

His sister was a Greenseer, able to dreams things about to come true, and other abilities that were beyond his comprehension 

“Our guest is tucked in and sleeping”, she announced, “poor thing was exhausted”

“Is she alright?”, he asked

“She was a little cold, give her extra furs, I made sure the servants will keep her fire going all night, she is going to be alright”

Cregan barely nodded

“Were you looking for her? Did you want to see her?”, she asked raising one of her dark brown eyebrows

“Don’t put ideas in your head, I just wanted to make sure she was comfortable”

“She seems so, way much that other southern lords we had lodged in this rooms”, she said enthusiastically 

“Good”, he said, and turned around ready to return to the solitude of his rooms 

“Wait!”, she asked, trying to catch up to his long steps

“What?”

“you accepted to marry her!”, she muttered, “how about that?”

“it was a failure in my judgment”

“You won’t regret it!”, she said hastily

“She doesn’t know what she is getting into”

“I know they call you the lone wolf, but you aren’t one, you know? you are a very human man, with very human needs”

“I’m aware!”, he growled

“And she is a young girl, who also has very human needs!”, she pointed out

“I’m also aware of that!”, he loved his sister with all his heart but for the old gods if she didn’t sometimes was “too much”. “I’m just saying!”, she said, amused, “you could scratch each other's itch!”

“Or this time I’m going to lose a wife to frostbite, or pneumonia!”, he said bitterly

“She is a fucking dragon, is she is cold she could set the whole of the Wolf’s woods aflame!”, she mocked

“I don’t know if I will be able to give her everything she needs”, he admitted

“You will”, she assured him, “I will too, the people here, will take to her”, she assured him

“I really hope you are right”

The very next day, Cregan had you seated in front of him.

You had break your fast in your room, nice servant girls brought you bread, cheeses and jams, and dark ale, and then Cregan had summoned you.

He stood there in front of you, dressed in gray furs, he stood tall and broad, his gaze freezing cold.

“I accepted the King’s proposal of us marrying”, he said firmly, “We have to send word of my acceptance, and the official state of our betrothal”, he said. You nodded

“I was aware that a letter was going to be send by the council, I don’t know why it haven’t arrived yet”, you said, intimidate by the gruff man in front of you

“Do you know any of the terms of this betrothal?”, he asked then

“Well, I know there is a dowry to be conceded to you upon our marriage, you see, I own a state near Runestone in the Vale”, he smiled gently

“I don’t care about those things”, he said, you nodded, “would you like to travel to King’s Landing to deliver the terms of our union yourself?”, and you turned pale.

You had fled the capital so fast you barely had anything on your person, any of your personal items, it was embarrassing, you didn’t have your clothes, your things… but you would left them anyways, you didn’t want to go back

But how could you tell him? that you were scared of one man, that when he learned of your betrothal he was not going to take it lightly

He had been tame this past years, Aemond, but you knew he was containing himself

When he learns you were betrothed… who knew what he was capable of?

“I think the crown would benefit from a quickly alliance”, you said vaguely

“You don’t want to return to King’s Landing”, he said, and you shook your head, he only nodded. And you were relieved he didn’t ask any questions about your refusal. “We will send word of my approval of this union”, he assured you, sitting in front of you on his big table, who served the purpose of a desk. The maester, who was standing in the corner facilitated him the elements to write a small missive

“I, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, accept the King’s proposal of a marriage pact between princess (Y/N) Targaryen and I”, he wrote hastily. Then he put it aside and looked at you.

“Leave us”, he demanded and the Mester taking the letter he left the room. You thought fleetingly it was improper to be in a room alone with him, but then you didn't care any longer 

“You will become Lady of Winterfell”, he said firmly

“Yes, I’m aware”

“You will live here, in Winterfell, with me”, he said gently

“I know”, you said, looking up

“North, far from everything you ever knew”, you nodded, and he sighed loudly, you looked up to him with big eyes.

“I know my lord”, you said gently but surely

Yes you were willing to leave everything behind, with only the hope to be better than you knew, than you had, to forge your own destiny, no matter how far.

“I follow the Old Gods, we don’t follow the seven in the North”, he said as a warning.

“Sara has told me”, you said slowly, “and if it pleases you, I would like to take to the old gods”, this surprised him greatly, “the seven had never done anything for me, so maybe, the old gods will accept me”, you said with a shy smile

You were willing to change to his gods, and that made Cregan tremble

Your determination was something to admire.

It was rather determination or dissociation of your former home.

He looked at you and he saw you so determined, so decisive, was it foolish of you?

Did he know the things he had done?

He had killed his own uncle, his own cousins, he had taken his seat, or rather, he had kept his seat dirting his hands with blood of his own kin. His wifes had died, he was no saint. 

Yet, there you stood. Looking back at him with determination in your Valyrian eyes

“I will ask my things to be brought here”, you sentenced

“Very well”, he said, and he wanted to speak, he wanted to warn you, he wanted to persuade you to refuse this union.

The letter from King’s landing hasn't arrived yet and he doubt it will ever do it 

He wanted something, someone, to save you, him, from this, but no…

Nothing ever did

You were here, flied half the country to present yourself to him

How could he ever refuse this?

You were here, you weren’t going anywhere.

The best he could do now was taking care of you, as best as he could.

He was going to be your refuge, and you, you were going to be his shield to politics and wandering eyes and bothering questions. 

You smiled gently, and in your belly, you felt a sensation similar to when you flew in a dragon for the first time, your father had made Vhaelar turn in the air and your belly did somersaults inside you.

You felt vertigo. 

But you only have to hold up tight and endure it

The North, cold rough, Cregan Stark…

Or Aemond Targaryen, Aegon, Alicent, Otto… King’s Landing, fear, family feuds, fights… 

For you it was clear. 

The letter of Cregan Stark, stating your presence in the court of Winterfell and his acceptance to your betrothal and wedding as soon as possible arrived in King’s Landing two days later.

By the council it was a relief, when Alicent went to King Viserys and let him know you were in the North with your betrothed he was happy, for the twenty seconds he could remember the information. 

Your belongings started to get ready to travel for two months on their way to your new home.

For the court, you were never going to come back. And if it was up to you, you certainly weren’t

Everything seemed fine, well except for…

“I’m a prince of the crown, son of the King!”

“Aemond”

“And a savage, from that moodpit in the end of the world, is in a better position than me to betrothe my cousin?”, he bit off, “a royal princess?”

“It was best for everyone”, said Otto, “Boros Baratheon has four daughter, an alliance with him is of most importance”, he muttered

“I don’t give a fuck about a Baratheon cunt!, we need to keep the valyrian blood pure, not pollute it with…”

“Watch your tongue boy, don’t be a fool!”, warned his grandfather, “an alliance by marriage to the North is something that has never been accomplished before”

Aemond was fuming, all this says, you were hiding up North, with those paan savages, you weren’t in your home, where he sent word to, no, you were out of his grasp

For now

He thought bitterly.

“Her wedding is to be celebrated in a week, I advise you to keep yourself out of it”

“Who is going to be her in the ceremony, for her side?”, he asked bitterly

“Nobody, and don’t get any ideas”, Otto warned

“Just wondering”, he said back to him, amusement in his eye

“Aemond, don’t”, he warned. And he didn’t say anything.

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Could you please write a sequel to the fic where Maegor forces the reader to marry him after he killed her husband where he threatens to kill one of her sons if she isn’t pregnant by the end of the month which leads to her poisonsing him and reuniting with her eldest son.

A/N: I hope you like this!

pairing: Fanon!Maegor Targaryen x Reader

summary: Maegor forces the reader to marry him after he killed her husband where he threatens to kill one of her sons if she isn’t pregnant by the end of the month which leads to her poisonsing him and reuniting with her eldest son.

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: Angst, killing, poisoning, murder, mention of rape

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

The second you stepped foot into King's Landing you knew you had to get out. Your children were in danger. Maegor was not a human, he was a monster. He kept your children locked in a room and you barely got to see them, not like you had the time.

Maegor was a lustful man, he kept you on a leash for his sexual desires, you were his hope to concieve a child now with four sons under your belt, everyone knew you were fertile and conceived sons.

You dreaded ever being called by him, it always meant he wanted to fuck you. There is not a corner in the Red Keep you did not hate, he had raped you in ever corner. The throne room, the day you arrived, made you bounce on his cock as he sat on the Iron Throne, no pleasure came to you, only him. The library, made you sit in his lap as he read some book before bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you till he peaked inside of you. Your own chambers, he fucked you till he got his fill and left or sometimes stayed long enough to join your bath and fuck you in it as well. The corridors from the throne room leading to the dungeons he fucked you in every single one of them.

His rooms, he had different days for his wives, every night one of them was sent to his room. Your day usually landed after Ceryse Hightower for some reason. He was never gentle, always having you on your knees or on your belly as he fucked you from behind. Maegor was no small man, he was more than big, he was huge and pushing his tip alone made you cry from the pain.

Your bed chambers were also tainted. He would be passing by and would grow horny for no reason and would just barge in despite what you were doing and would fuck you until he peaked inside of you.

Maegor was a monster and he knew how to manipulate people. He knew how to use their weaknesses against them. He had threatened to harm your sons more than once when you would reject him. Even when you had your monthly bleeding you thought you were free for a week but you were mistaken and he had fucked you through the pain even then. It was anything but relieving like it used to be with your first husband who had your pleasure and comfort in mind most of the time.

What scared you of Maegor most was the recent threat he made to you during your last encounter. He had given you a month to get pregnant or he will kill your youngest son Martyn who had recently celebrated his first six moons of life in a golden cage with only his two older brothers for company.

You could not lie and say you wanted it yet you had taken whatever herb teas the maesters had proved you with and even started a new diet but during the last six moons nothing happened to you Maegor was growing angry, you noticed from the brutality of his fucking.

You needed a way out and that is when an idea struck you. You were ready to do anything and everything for your sons, even murder the king of the seven kingdoms, a brutal man, a rapist, a murderer and most importantly the man who killed your husband and raped you for moons on end. His end will be on your hands you swore it. You went to the sept early in the morning praying for forgiveness before making your way to the maester's room.

"My queen, how may I be of any assistance?" The maester asked. His voice dripping honey wanted to be on the good side of all of Maegor's wife in case one of them were to fall pregnant and earn Maegor's favor.

"I wish for a poison, one of my handmaidens proved to be unfaithful to the crown and I wish to punish her myself" You spoke your lie so innocently that you almost believed it yourself. The maester's fave scrunched into a smirk.

"It seems the king's influence took root in you my queen, mayhap you are with his child who is influencing your mind" The maester grinned showing his rotten teeth and as he passed by a disgusting smell hit your nose but you mastered a smile not wanting to offend the old man.

The second the poison was in your hand you were out of the door and on your way to Maegor's room knowing it was your night. Your guards did not suspect a thing since you hid the bottle under your dress, somewhere they never even dare cast their eyes while you were fully clothed let alone if they were to search you.

Maegor was still not in his room much to your delight, it made your mission much easier. You scrambled over to the chalice of wine beside his bed and dumped the content of the poison inside before hiding the bottle in a plant under some of the soil. You took a seat in front of the fire, heart hammering against your ribcage and breathless.

You took several deep breaths to calm yourself down just in time for Maegor to come marching in. He did not spare you a glance as he made his way to the bed, sitting on the edge to take off his boots before filling a cup of wine and downing it in a second. You had to hold back a sigh of relief to not raise any suspicions.

"Come here, wife" Maegor called. You doubted he even knew your name at this point, you once heard the maids saying they heard him referring to his wives by a number instead of their names.

"Yes, husband" You stood up from the couch and moved to stand a couple of feet away from him, hand folded neatly in front of you. The seconds that passed were enough for Maegor to already look like a drunk person.

"I heard you visited the maester, is there good news?" He asked, filling a second cup and sipping from it. His hands were beginning to shake a little but he did not seem to notice.

"If the gods will, the maester is very positive I am either with child but very early on or I will be soon. He thinks my body is healthy enough" You lied sweetly. Maegor grinned evilly and downed the second cup of wine and slammed it down on the table again.

"Good, come" He opened his arms. You stepped between his legs feeling much safer seeing his hands shaking even harder and his eyes growing droopy, his breathing was growing heavier as well. He placed his hands on your waist, you barely felt them unlike usual when they would leave bruises behind.

"I will s-shower you with gifts and g-gold if you give me a s-s-s-son" His body began swaying back and forth. You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him to lay back slowly.

"Rest husband, you look exhausted, I shall send for some tea" You helped him adjust his position with his head on the pillows. He hummed eyes dropping close, unaware of what was going on around him, he probably already forgot who you were. You smirked as you moved away from the bed and stood behind the door.

You were not dumb enough to leave just yet. When you made sure Maegor was no longer breathing when his chest ceased moving up and down you grabbed a near by chair and began banging it against the wall in a rhythm you knew and memorised during the last couple of months. After several minutes you tried mimicking a manly growl before stopping the banging.

You opened the door acting as if you were adjusting your dress under the eyes of the soldiers. They peaked inside out of curiosity to find their king asleep in his bed covered with sheets up to his chin, hiding the fact that he was fully clothes still.

"Good night, good sers" You whispered. You made your way to your children's room where a guard stood in front of the door. He nodded before opening the doors, you always visit your children after spending the night with Maegor, the only time you were allowed to visit them after you do your wifely duty.

The plan was going smoothly, your second eldest Gerold was already in a cloak with your youngest in his arms also in a cloak and your third son by his side also in a cloak. You smiled at the sight of them all ready to leave this hell behind.

"Let us leave" You pulled on your own cloak before moving to the library in their room and pushing it in to show the secret passage that will lead to your freedom.

"Come on" Gerold walked through first followed by Lancel. You took Martyn from Gerold before following after them, making sure to close the door behind you.

No one ever knew what had happened, no one found a trace of evidence against you, you merely said your escape was a coincidence in timing with his death. Your son Darrick welcomed you with open arms at Casterly Rock along with his uncle.

It was not until many years later when Daemon Targaryen was exploring the same corridors did he find your hairpin in the corridor explaining your sudden disappearance and the fact that not a singular guard was alert even the one at the door who was the one to notice your absence when you did not come back out of the room. That made Daemon curious and he searched what used to be Maegor's room and found the bottle of poison in the plant pot where now stood a tall palm tree near the window, he guessed it was small by the time you and Maegor were there. He never uttered a word of the incident knowing there was nothing to be done by then, you were long gone and dead and so were your children.

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little songbird. dark vampire!aemond

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

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

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

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

Strange.

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

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

No underwear, he deciphers.

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

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

That's when the dark realization strikes him…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Seven Hells was this was a night to remember…

[puppyxaegon]

Your Mother's Keeper (NSFW)

Aegon ii Targaryen x Ser Criston Cole

A/n: My friends.... It's here!! This sounds ridiculous but I've been working on this little fic for months. I started writing it before the season even ended and yes I am just now getting it out because *[REDACTED]* so ya!! I haven’t come across a single Aegon x Criston fic and that simply cannot stand with me so here u guys go!! Let me know your thoughts pleaseee <3 requests open btw

Rating: explicit

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47019673

Length: 6.5k

Warnings: dubious consent, angst (guilty bitter unempathetic ser crispy, what's new), choking, degradation/verbal abuse, hatefucking

Summary: Prince Aegon is in a mood, Ser Cole is not having it.

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