#maegor I

[fairysluna]

To cure your writer‘s block: Maegor Targaryen + breeding his niece to get an heir 🤭

I wrote this on a rush, and this is my first attempt to write for Maegor after months. I hope you like this, my maegor queen 👑. Ily🤍

TW: smut, breeding kink, targcest, targ!fem!reader.

His whole weight was pressing you down, caging you between his broad body and the mattress beneath you. His hand was around your neck, squeezing it tight as his hips kept snapping against your arse over and over. You were sobbing, gasping and mewling as he ripped another orgasm out of you; you had lost count on how many times he had made you peak, too drunk in pleasure to even think straight. His cock would stretch you out so deliciously that it made you drool onto the sheets, your tightness wrapping him so good it made his body shake.

The sticky mess between your legs grew bigger when your release washed over you; his seed oozed out of you and he grunted in disapproval, hating to see it go to waste. You were so full already, yet it wasn't enough for him. “Keep it in or I'll have to fill you up again,” he groaned.

“I c-can’t…” you managed to mumble between loud sobs, feeling his cock emptying itself inside of you for what you thought was the third time. Your spongy walls clamped down his shaft, making him tremble as he was accidentally overstimulating himself. “I’m… I'm so full, p-please…”

“Uh, uh…” Maegor hummed, hissing as he pulled out of you. He turned you around, noticing the mess he had made out of you; your platinum hair sticking in your face due to the sweat and tears that had fallen down your cheeks. The bruises on your skin as a sign of his roughness, the one you loved so much. He hummed, pleased with what he was seeing. “You should not let it go to waste.”

You yelped when he lifted your hips, wrapping his arms around your belly and placing your legs on his shoulders. It was an uncomfortable position for you, but seeing the bewitched glint on his eyes, how pussydrunk he looked for you, made it all worth it. He spat on your cunt, and with his fingers he collected the seed that had tried to escape from you and put it back, burying his fingers deep inside of you. You squirmed, already feeling achy and sore, yet he didn't seem to care. “Stubborn little girl,” he murmured, seeing how you clenched around his fingers. Pearly drops escaped from your weeping entrance. “Guess I will have to fill you up one more time, just to make sure.”

“Maegor…” you begged him, not sure if you were going to be able to handle another one. However, the way you uttered his name lightened something primal within him, making it impossible to resist you. He let go of your hips, only to spread your legs as wide as possible. The coldness of the winter breeze reached your reddened flesh and made you cry out louder than it should.

“Shh… be a good girl for your king and take what I'm giving you.” Before you could answer, his thick head made its way inside of you, stretching you once more and making you squeal.

It was going to be a long night.

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[westerosisim]

47 AC. The Black Brides

Elinor Costayne

Rhaena Targaryen

Jeyne Westerling

The Black Brides were three wives of King Maegor I Targaryen, who wed them in a single ceremony held in 47 AC, officiated by the High Septon. Maegor chose them because the three women were of proven fertility. All had been widows of men who had died in Maegor's wars, or at his command.

[alannybunnue]

Ok, You asked for This: Aegon I and Maegor as your lovers/husbands

Alright, a while ago, while i still studying, a follower requested this from me and like the irresponsible b*tch that i am, I FORGOT 😃-

So now i am here to apologize for my fish memory and also, for not doing the completely writing your request. But honestly, i am not confident enough to write those characters (Especially Roose Bolton-)

And remember, this is a yandere imagine, so this can get dark.

Requested by: @gulnarsultan

Tags: @rosaryos

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Aegon I:

Hear me out, Aegon the Conqueror, Valyrian mf who already has two wifes decides to add a new one to the party and that's you.

And for that sole fact, you also get to be around Visenya and Rhaenys, who for sharing blood with their crazy ass husband, also become infatuated with you.

As for your own person, it doesn't matter your origins, you could a random peasant or lady, or even another sister of his (Following up with the valyrian tradition everyone-), you are stuck with them.

So now Aegon has to share you with his sisters, but believe me when i say that he always finds a way to be with you more then your wifes. And yes, that caused a lot of discussions between them, especially with Aegon and Visenya, while Rhaenys escapes and goes to your chambers :)

Also, there times where they shared you...in bed- In which you had to endure Aegon and Visenya fighting so one of them could be on top, while Rhaenys was going down on you

You also got to meet Baby Aenys, his mother made sure that you had a bond with him so consequently she could spend more time with you (And Visenya uses that same method years later)

But unlike with Aenys, you didn't spend much time with Maegor as you wished, since his brother constantly wanted your attention, after all, he is motherless. Maegor hated him for this, that boy wanted attention too 😐

You are kept inside of your chambers whenever your lovers are out, you can walk are the castle of course, but being guarded by very trusted knights chosed by Visenya.

With all the Conquest happening, they still find a way to be with you, but they only let you go outside if it's by flying their dragons with your back pressed on their chests. Which also made the dragons very used to your presence.

You are spoiled to the core, affection and praises are tripled with these people and no one can curse at you or flirt with you...or even talk to you at all, if they value their lifes.

Believe me, when Maegor was a child, he heard a lord calling you names(Never specified whether they were good or bad) and as a good stepson, he told his mom.

That lord became Dragon food by the morning 😃

You may have a kid or two for Aegon, in which caused some drama, since he truly wanted your first born to be his heir, instead of Aenys.

But since he was the first son, Aegon had to give the title to Aenys.

I can only say this, Aegon is more clingy than he allows himself to be, especially when Rhaenys dies, now that man became glued to you, earning for your love and affection. And jokes on you if you think that there will be any force on the universe that can take him away.

Ok, let's try to imagine a day where you manage to escape from Dragonstone without someone noticing. Poor 7 kingdoms, may i say, cuz it be tormented by 2/3 dragons until they find you.

And when they do...well, Aegon may not hurt too much physically, he can't handle seeing you hurt , but he will make you feel guilt over your actions. Now, pray that Visenya won't be involved in the punishment, she is not the type to have mercy.

In case she is still alive in this moment, i picture Rhaenys taking care of your wounds once it's over and reminding you, none of that would have happened if you stayed, you broke their hearts, now it's your job to fix it.

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Maegor I:

Oh boy

Now that's one tough cookie, that man is ruthless. You can't expect much from him.

First, you can't leave your chambers, only if he is by your side, and only him, not even the guards are trusted with this. But since he is barely available for the task, you are 99% of the time trapped.

You have no company, his other wifes are not allowed to interact with you (especially Tyanna) and your servants can solely do their job at the moment, then leave.

But don't worry, your husband will be by your side once the night comes, you just don't know whether that is a good thing or not, and honestly? Depends on his mood.

That also counts for whether he fucks you hard to point of almost breaking the bed (and you as well-), or normally, which is still hard, but at least you are not feeling like you body will be torn in half.

In which opens the topic of children, this man has a huge breeding kink that can become your nightmare, especially since you are the only one who successfully gave him healthy children.

In which said children are also trapped with you, so yeah, good luck on giving your babies attention. (Cuz they will grow with a lot of psychological problems)

I don't believe that Maegor would be a good father, too busy terrorizing his family and the 7 kingdoms.

I would give you guys an idea of what could happen if you escaped...if that's was possible. You are locked in your room with many guards surrounding the area of your chambers, they would never let you escape, everyone knows how special you are to Maegor and they value their lifes. So no chances of you trying to escape. 🙂

But Maegor would punish you solely for attempting, honestly, and he takes after his mother, no mercy. I am sorry-

Your children also would watch btw, they need to learn what happens when you disobey Father, and then you wouldn't see them for a while.

So yeah, being Maegor's wife is bad enough already, now being his obsession can be even worse. Luckily, 7 years later, he dies, so now you have to deal with your children without knowing what the rest of the world will do against you simply because of your (forced) relationship with Maegor, the Cruel.

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A/N: I hope this was good enough, honestly i picked some things from my original Targaryens as yanderes post and added some little details, anyway, i hope you all liked it.

[witchthewriter]

𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝟸𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

ISFP

Slytherin

Chaotic Good

Sagittarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Leo Rising

Trigger Warning: mentions of stillbirth, torture, blood, violence and death.

Alys Harroway was a noblewoman from House Harroway, her father Lucas Harroway was the Lord of Harrenhal who became the Hand of the King for Maegor after the marriage between Alys and the King.

Alys had at least four other siblings, but she was very close to her two sisters Jeyne and Hanna. In 39 AC, Dowager Queen Visenya performed a Valyrian wedding ceremony on Dragonstone between Alys and Maegor. No other septon would do it, and King Aenys did not know of Maegor's decision.

When Aenys found out, he was furious as was the rest of the realm. Soon Alys became known as "Maegor's Whore." With nothing but anger in his heart, King Aenys gave Maegor an ultimatum; rid himself of Alys or go into exile for five years.

Maegor chose the latter option. In 40 AC Alys left Westeros for Pentos, accompanying Maegor in his exile.

Two years later, Aenys had died.

Dowager Queen Visenya flew on Vhagar to bring Maegor back to Westeros, however, when they returned to King's Landing, Maegor faced the Faith Militant who had risen in rebellion against Aenys the year before.

Maegor fought seven Warrior's Sons in a trial of seven and won, but fell into a coma. And after twenty-eight days, Alys returned from Pentos. She brought Tyanna of the Tower and six hundred sellswords with her.

Tyanna was rumored to be Alys' lover.

Some months later, Maegor took Tyanna as his third wife, with Alys presiding over the bedding ceremony. She joined Maegor and Tyanna on their wedding night.

Five years after their marriage, Alys became pregnant.

Grand Maester Desmond had Alys confined to her bed. She was cared for by two septas, a midwife, her sisters; Jeyne and Hanna as well as Queen Ceryse and Queen Tyanna (on the orders of Maegor).

Tragedy struck when Alys went into labor after only three months. Bleeding heavily, she gave birth to a stillborn child who was, "eyeless and twisted."

Maegor had those in charge of Alys' care executed, sparing only her sisters (and the Queens).

After the deaths, Queen Tyanna told Maegor that he had been lied to. That the child was not of him, but the result of Alys's 'many affairs.' Tyanna told Maegor that Alys was scared of not giving him a healthy son, due to the "old, embittered, and childless Queen Ceryse." She did not want to be like her.

According to Tyanna, Alys pleaded for her father's help and he gave it. So, on the nights that Maegor was sharing a bed with his other queens, Lucas sent men of confirmed fertility to Alys's chambers.

Immediately Maegor refused these claims, but Tyanna gave him a list of twenty names as proof...The men were tortured, done so in secret as to not alert Alys and her father. Apparently all but two confessed.

One night, Queen Alys was dragged out of bed by the Kingsguard, and her two sisters were killed trying to defend her. Their father was pushed off of the Tower of the Hand. And Alys's brothers, uncles and cousins were put on spikes.

And yet the young Queen received the worst death. She was given to Tyanna. It took a fortnight for Alys to die. All the while she endured agonising torture, with Maegor present. After she died, her body was severed into seven parts and mounted on spikes above the seven gates of King's Landing.

Soon after, Maegor went to Harrenhal, where House Harroway resided. He killed everyone with even a drop of Harroway blood. He continued until House Harroway was no more.

Four years later, Queen Tyanna confessed she had poisoned Alys and the babe in her womb.

[coineagan]

King Maegor I Targaryen

Son of King Aegon I Targaryen & Queen Visenya Targaryen.

Half-brother of King Aenys I Targaryen.

Husband of Queen Ceryse Hightower, Queen Alys Harroway, Queen Tyanna of the Tower, Queen Elinor Costayne, Queen Rhaena Targaryen & Queen Jeyne Westerling.

He had no children.

Reigned as King from 42 - 48 AC.

Dragonrider of Balerion.

[bbygirl-aemond]

Vermithor is Vhagar's Son

Hi all! Given the most recent chapter of Stormbreak, I think it's finally time to get on my soapbox and give you all one of my favorite HotD theories. There's actually a surprising amount of evidence to support this theory! These two dragons are noted to share very rare physical traits, and are also set up narratively to be related in a few different places of Fire and Blood. So let's get into it :)

First, let's look at the appearances of the two dragons, as they've been described by GRRM. Vermithor is described as being "bronze" with "great tan wings." Vhagar isn't described in the books, but GRRM told official illustrators that she is "bronze with greenish blue highlights and bright green eyes." It is also explicitly noted that Vermithor is an abnormally large dragon, already humongous by 48 AC even though he would have only been fourteen years old at the time. In this aspect, even a young Vermithor is explicitly compared to Vhagar and Balerion. We know that dragons vary widely in traits such as color and size, and it's not unreasonable to think this would be reflected from parent to offspring. So I think it's significant that Vermithor and Vhagar are the only two dragons described as bronze, and that they are two of only five members of this large species ever described (the others being Balerion, Meraxes, and possibly the Cannibal).

But the physical appearance is just the tip of the iceberg. Let's remember that Vermithor hatched from the egg placed in King Jaehaerys I's cradle by his eleven-year-old sister, Rhaena. This is the same badass Rhaena who fed her husband to her dragon, Dreamfyre, and who is also a suspected dragon dreamer (she is explicitly referred to as "dreamy"). What's the significance of this?

Well, the current king at the time Jaehaerys is born, King Aenys I, is a very sickly king, and there have been pushes by the Dowager Queen Visenya (yes, that Visenya) to make Aenys's younger brother, Maegor (yes, that Maegor) king in his stead. Aenys's heir, Aegon, is Jaehaerys and Rhaena's older brother, and upon Aenys's death by law Jaehaerys will be second-in-line for the throne (he has one older brother, Viserys, who is later tortured to death by Maegor at the age of fifteen) Rhaena is old enough here that she very well might have understood that Jaehaerys might have to go up against Maegor--against Balerion--one day, if not as king himself, at least as Aegon's supporter.

Also, as a dragon dreamer, it's likely Rhaena was aware of part or all of what was to come. That Maegor would usurp the throne after King Aenys I died suspiciously. That Rhaena's brother-husband, Aegon, would die on dragonback against him, no match for the huge Balerion. That her other older brother, Viserys, would die in agony, tortured by Maegor for over nine days until he succumbed to his wounds. That Jaehaerys would become the last hope of his family, one that Rhaena would cling to as Maegor forcibly wedded and assaulted her. That Jaehaerys would have to fight for every inch of his rightful power.

What would you do, if you knew, or even suspected, that your baby brother would one day be going up against Balerion the Black Dread? Against the man who might have killed your father, who burned your brother-husband alive, and who tortured and murdered another of your brothers? Wouldn't you arm your baby brother as best as you could? Wouldn't you choose an egg that you knew would grow as quickly as possible? Remember that dragons come in all different shapes and sizes, but are known to take after their parents.

Wouldn't you, too, choose an egg from a dragon like Vhagar's clutch? One that was sure to grow as quickly as possible, and as big as possible? One that would serve as a sign of legitimacy and as protection against the fate that would one day befall your own father?

Again, Rhaena is a badass, and she wouldn't have hesitated to take one of Vhagar's eggs in order to protect her baby brother and the entire rest of her family. It makes a ton of narrative sense, especially because GRRM coded her as a dreamer for a reason. Also, I lean more towards Vhagar being Vermithor's parent instead of Balerion, if only because in that case Vermithor should have surpassed Vhagar in size by the time of the Dance, which he had not.

Finally, it's interesting if you think of Vhagar and Vermithor as parent and child during the Dance. I don't think it's a coincidence that one of the two dragons GRRM chose to defect to the Greens and fight alongside Vhagar was the one coded in various ways to be her son.

[horizon-verizon]

If we’re talking about the Iron Throne, then ALL male claimants must be exhausted before a woman can inherit the throne. So a king’s brother would inherit before a king’s daughter. When Aegon III’s sons Daeron I and Baelor I died childless, they were succeeded by their uncle, Aegon III’s brother, Viserys II, despite Aegon III having three daughters.

Aegon II’s stans are truly delusional, y’all really think Aemond would let Jaehaera be the heir ???

Viserys came back from a traumatic loss of most of his family from a succession crisis over male vs female and it had already been established by external parties outside of Viserys' control that made would precede women, which he decided, yes, to respond to be supporting as to not risk another succession crisis. Annoying, but kinda understandable. He was named heir/king bc there was no legitimate Targ male left at all as you say, there was no other option. Maegor killed Aenys' son Aegon to get the throne after Visenya helped him by getting him back to Westeros as soon as possible and gathering his forces/supporters. He attempted to "exhaust" the male line bc....

Maegor's situation was different from Viserys (II) bc Maegor and Aenys were just one generation removed from when their parents set up the kingdoms they were to rule and so they were still at the stage where they set up specific precedents and laws for the rest of the realm through will and resource and careful planning. The Targs hadn't established their own House law (c. 19th century-ish rules that govern a royal family or dynasty in matters of eligibility for succession to a throne, membership in a dynasty, exercise of a regency, or entitlement to dynastic rank, titles and styles) in regards to their monarchy yet bc there was no solid precedent and they wanted to make sure their dynasty would adapt enough to survive. The transfer of power and candidacy for rulership was still one of those things to really be solidified--would the Targs go agnatic primogeniture, Westerosi male-preference style (cognatic) primogeniture, absolute primogeniture. they could very well have chosen to have uncle go before sons if those sons weren't ideal for rulership and thus either focus more on voluntary designation of an heir.

However, back to Aegon, Aegon definitely would not choose Jaehaera if they are going to be faithful...he didn't even do what MAegor did when he installed Aerea as his heir apparent until he actuall got a son. Aegon gleefully was looking for a wife in Cassandra Baratheon, instead, despite his burnt out/burnt body....

So let's hope that's kept in and incorporated somehow.

[quiddling]

lil doodle of maegor n aenys (:

[orlaite2]

Visenya the Conqueror and baby Maegor

based on Leyendecker's "Madonna and Child"

[targaryen-dynasty]

LITTLE LIGHTS. (4/5)

Maegor Targaryen x pregnant!niece!Reader

WORDS: 2 K

WARNINGS: childbirth, swearing, blink and you’ll miss Maegor being his cunty self again

NOTES: Here is the highly requested Part 2 of Precious Delights! Tbh, I haven't put much thought into the exact details, so most of it probably doesn't make any sene, but Reader is Rhaena's twin. Tyanna died before the wedding.

Tyanna of the Tower had been long dead before Maegor had claimed your hand in marriage and that alone seemed to be as fruitful as it was, since your pregnancy had lasted full ten moons.

You were exhausted beyond belief, pacing your chambers up and down with screams of despair and heavy groans leaving your throat at any contraction that rippled through your body. The maids had been calling for Maegor five times by now, but your husband was nowhere to be found. 

“He is meeting with the small council, I fucking know!“ You groaned as the guard stepped into your chambers to inform you about his unsuccessful mission, your ladies-in-waiting taken aback by your sudden outburst for you had been notorious for nothing else but being soft-spoken and calm. 

The maids, and Grand Maester Benifer, more often than not had advised you to lie down on your bed for reasons of comfort and safety, yet your body told you not to. 

“Where is he really?” you hissed through gritted teeth when a particularly harsh contraction forced you to your knees, clinging to the bedpost as if your life depended on it. Clad in nothing more than a thin, white underdress, you still felt confined, the linen scratching your skin as you ached to tear it off your body. 

Talisa rushed to your side, her gentle hand on the small of your back not mending your discomfort and the confusion and fear you felt at the thought of mastering the birth all by yourself. “We must begin, Princess,” she urged, and despite not being able to think straight at that point, you still heard the tinge of worry in her voice.

You threw your head back, groaning in agony as another contraction followed that forced you to push. Your arms clasped around the bedpost, your sweaty forehead resting against the wood, while you became busy focusing on pushing. 

Too lost in the burning sensation of the babe’s head beginning to crown, you barely noticed the door to the chambers opening, revealing none other than your husband himself. 

Your maid lifted the skirt of your underdress to gauge the process of the birth, paying much less attention to Maegor than you did, as your safety and well-being seemed to be her top priority. Or perhaps it was the well-being of the heir that concerned her most. 

“Where have y–” The words caught in your throat at a harsh contraction and the heightened pain. Your knuckles turned white from how tightly you clung to the bedpost, your maid’s words not making it easier for you. “I can see the head, Princess, just a few more pushes.”

If it wasn’t for your mind dealing with all the different sensations coursing through your body at once, you surely would’ve noticed the way Maegor stood completely frozen in the doorway at your maid’s words. 

“Please… make it stop,” you pleaded with a strained voice, clenching your jaw as you pushed once again. Then, the pain settled for a few moments, allowing you to steady your breath and calm down for the time being. 

A sheen of sweat covered your skin, silver strands of your hair clinging to your face, and the white linen of your underdress was slightly dampened at your back and arms. You raised your head to lock eyes with Maegor, and the sheer audacity of him just standing there useless made your blood boil and soured your mood. “This is… this is all your fault,” you hissed through gritted teeth, though the words were interrupted by groans, “gods… you cunt!”

Perhaps the maester had informed him beforehand about what was going on in a woman’s body during her labors, or perhaps he was cunning enough to put one and one together, but he hardly took any offense to your harsh words. Quite the contrary happened, as the insult seemed to pull him out of his shocked state, prompting him to pass the maids and maester, dismissing all their efforts to talk and inform him about the process of the birth to crouch down beside you. 

Talisa was flabbergasted by Maegor’s movements, her mouth agape with no words leaving her lips for a few seconds, before another scream of you brought her back to the task at hand. “Bear down and push, Princess,” she instructed, and you did as she told. 

Maegor’s paw replaced the maid’s hand on your lower back, his other one raising to cup your folded hands, and you were quick to seize it to squeeze it instead, causing him to take in a sharp breath. “Just a few more,” he encouraged, and you merely groaned in despair. He could be lucky you were occupied by birthing him his long awaited heir, fulfilling your wifely duties, because otherwise you probably would’ve smacked him across his face. 

When the pain got worse all of the sudden, you released a scream that was louder than the ones before, and pushed not once, but twice, until a sudden wave of relief washed over you and you heard the cries of the babe. It lived. 

Your husband’s attention immediately shifted from you to the newborn, and when the maester cut the cord, Maegor forced him and the maid to usher the babe out of your reach. “What is it?” you asked, your voice weak from the exhausting procedure you had to endure. 

But every sense of calmness and comfort washed away when another contraction soared through your body, and a scream of yours seized the attention of Talisa. “It’s the afterbirth,” she tried to reassure you, but her loud gasp proved otherwise, more so as she rose to fetch the maester. 

The urge to bear down once again was too strong to ignore it, pushing yet again. “Gods,” you whimpered, tears running down your flushed and sweaty cheeks, “it hurts.”

Maegor towered over the maester, while he lifted the skirts of your underdress, to spot yet another head breach your body. “Another child,” he proclaimed, whereas you only groaned an ‘I can not do this again’ in your state of shock and pain. 

But you could, and not many moments after, the second babe’s cries pierced through your agonizing groans and pants, only to be seized by your husband and the maester again. This time around, the maids tended to you, gripping your arms to help your weakened frame onto the large bed. 

When the screams of both children grew silent, a certain uneasiness washed over your body, and you would’ve loved nothing more than to get up and grab both children to leave the goddamned Keep altogether. “Bring them to me,” you demanded, but when no one seemed to move to your orders, you merely managed to whine a desperate ‘please’. 

Maegor was the first one to act, slowly creeping closer towards you. He held a bundle of linen in his arms, looking ridiculously small in comparison to his muscular chest and arms, and presented one babe to you. “A boy,“ he said, and you already smiled when you spotted the silver tuft of hair peeking from beneath the cloth. He bowed toward you to show you the small, scrunched face, and you reached forward to take him in your arms, but Maegor just tsked and pulled him back, “you’re too weak, my love, get some rest first.“

“My apologies, Your Grace,” Grand Maester Benifer came forward, looking at the King, “but at the Citadel they say that it’s best for the mother and the child to let it nurse right after birth.” 

With a grim expression on his face, Maegor’s eyes darted to you for a moment. “That is what wet nurses are for.” At this point, your bottom lip trembled, realization settling in that you had been nothing more than a pawn to your uncle. 

Grand Maester Benifer brought a hand to Maegor’s shoulder and ushered him a few steps away from you, their deep voices suddenly turning into whispers you could barely hear. “She has given you two healthy heirs, my King. You ought not risk her life, for she can give you even more.”

Maegor merely nodded at that, and when he turned around, the soft look in his eyes was unsettling you. He handed you the boy without any fuss, but didn’t leave your side as you pulled down the neckline of your underdress to free your breast and allow your child to latch. While his eyes were pale blue, you couldn’t wait for the day they’d be as lilac as yours, staring up at you with the same intensity they carried now. You smoothed his tuft of silver hair, the soft smacking and cooing while he swallowed your milk calming your worries and fear a bit. 

In less than an hour after birthing twins, you had taken on a motherly aura that no doubt even softened the cold heart of your uncle-husband for he gently brushed the knuckle of his index finger over the small boy’s cheek. “I have named him Aerion,” Maegor stated matter-of-factly, and you just nodded, admiring the memorial of your great-grandsire. 

“And the girl?” you asked, not able to tear your eyes from the delicate creature in your arms. “That is up to you,” your husband replied, and with a come hither motion of his fingers, the maid brought over another bundle of linen. That piqued your interest, and Maegor seemed to notice, since he pulled the cloth down enough for you to spot her scrunched face. She was just as beautiful as her brother. Despite her being barely an hour old, you spotted a few similarities to your grandaunt in her features, and hoped she would grow up to be as fierce as her. “Visenya.”

Maegor raised his brow at that, obviously not expecting you to name your daughter after his mother, but he welcomed the sentiment by pulling his lips into a soft smile that perhaps even sparked a hint of admiration and affection to flicker in his violet eyes. 

Once the boy was done nursing, his place was taken by his sister, though you placed her so she latched on your other breast. The relief it brought you was unmatchable, and the peaceful, nurturing feeling the nursing granted made your heart swell with love. 

“My sister has placed dragon eggs in the cradles of my younger siblings, and I want the same for our children,” you said, your fingers mindlessly dancing along the crown of the newborn’s head. “A clutch of eggs laid by Dreamfyre is still kept here in the Keep.”

You lifted your head to gauge where Maegor had taken Aerion, slightly panicked that you had seen the last of the boy, only to spot him sitting on a chaise not too far away with the sleeping boy cradled in his muscular arms. His head was bowed forward, and his whole attention was focused on his son. It was a moment of unusual softness, and you didn’t know he possessed a trait like that–or rather that he kept it up even after the children were born. 

When he raised his head to meet your expectant gaze, he was quick to address the maids with a stern tone he had rarely used in your presence for the past few moons. “You have heard your Queen’s demands. Bring her the eggs, so she can choose the ones most suitable for your King’s heirs.” 

You hadn’t noticed the silence surrounding you four before, maids and maester alike silenced in awe, and only appreciated it once it was gone with the hurried rustling and stomping from the staff exiting the room. 

And when night overcame King’s Landing, two cradles carrying the most precious creatures standing in front of your marital bed, your uncle-husband joined you for the first time since the start of your pregnancy, sharing the bed with you without any bawdy intentions on his mind. 

Ever since you were forced to leave your mother on Dragonstone to take Maegor’s hand in marriage, you felt at ease in the confines of the Red Keep, despite not knowing what the forthcoming summers might hold for you. 

Maegor Taglist: @hypocritic-trash-baby

General Taglist: @watercolorskyy @nothingqueens @urmomsgirlfriend1

[tweedfrog]

The maester propaganda thing has gone too far let it go I beg you because why the hell did I just see a video that claimed Maegor actually was loyal to his family and all the bad things written about him were lies by biased maesters

[fairysluna]

“Don't you wanna feel good, baby?”

“Tell me how it feels. It doesn't hurt does it ?”

With big daddy plssssss 🥹

a/n: after MONTHS i finally got to fulfill this request (and work on others). I wrote this in an hour or so, so I'm sorry if it's not perfect but i had to take advantage of the inspo boost i had. Hope you like this, babyy.🤍

TW: king!maegor x maid!reader, smut (masturbation, innocence kink, pussy slapping, orgasm denial), power imbalance dynamic.

Maegor has always looked at you with lustful eyes. He would shamelessly stare at your cleavage whenever you bend over to serve him wine or to prepare him a bath. It was no surprise for you that he soon found himself being infatuated by your body, and the way your innocent eyes seemed to obliviously look at his naked form each time you would bathe him.

What was a surprise was the fact that he invited you to join him in, sitting you between his thick thighs after he observed patiently how you slowly and shyly removed your attires. There was a slight heat on your cheeks; this was so wrong in so many ways but you couldn't help but to feel drawn to his warm skin as he wrapped his muscly arms around your body. It was a quite uncomfortable position, the bathtub was perhaps too big to fit your bodies inside; yet, he did not seem to care, for he wasted no time in burying his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling that sweet scent that made him cock twitch against your lower back.

You would be a liar if you dared to say that it did not arouse you; the King was blessed with a charm that most men desired, he was desired by all the women in the realm and yet, he chose you - a simple maid that had never seen the world beyond those castle's walls. His calloused fingers would travel all around your body, leaving a trace of chills and heat behind as he made sure to touch every inch of you. Suddenly, you felt some kind of wetness between your legs, and you were certain that it was not the extremely hot water that was covering your body.

"Have you ever been touched?" Maegor asked, his low voice causing shivers down your spine as his hands rested right under the swell of your breasts; as if he was waiting for a sign to go further.

"No, my king…" You answered, almost in a murmur. Maegor smirked.

"Not even by yourself?"

You felt the heat on your cheeks growing as you replied again. "No."

A soft hum left his lips; a pleasant gesture took over his face as his cock only grew harder with the thought of being the one who steals your innocence. His fingers slowly moved upwards, cupping your breasts and squeezing them gently and softly - he was trying to see what your reaction would be, and as he noticed how your delicious lips parted slightly, he dared to capture your sensitive nipples between his thick fingers. A gasp fell from your mouth as he pinch them; it wasn't rough nor painful, it felt rather good as he played with them and you just squirmed over his body.

"So sensitive," he whispered for himself. The warmth of his breath hitting your nape was enough to make you moan softly, all while he started to add more pressure to his touch. You arched your back.

When his hands left your nipples, you felt his touch in your inner thighs. He used his strength to spread your legs, positioning each one at each border of the bath. You sighed, seeing your exposed flesh through the warm water. As you noticed how his touch came closer and closer to your core, your heart beated with anticipation and some nervousness. That is why your first reaction was to cover that intimate part of yourself with your own hand.

Maegor grunted in disapproval.

"Come on, darling, don't you want to feel good?" His husky whisper made you sigh, almost as if he was casting a spell on you. "Be a good girl, and let me touch that sweet little pussy of yours."

He removed your hand from your center, using a bit of strength and roughness to do it. Before you could cover yourself again, he cupped your core with his big hand and a soft moan left your lips. He immediately felt your slick against his fingertips, which were right outside your tight entrance. You gasped when he teased your needy hole, only pushing the very tip of his index finger.

Your hand went to his wrist, and he immediately stopped. Rolling his eyes after how you reacted, for it was not what he had expected. However, his fingers traveled up against your slit, and his skilled fingers found your swollen pearl - which was throbbing at that point, swollen with the carnal desire of being touched by him.

He started to rub it slowly and in circling motions, your eyes closed as an extremely erotic sound escaped from your swollen lips. Maegor chuckled against your ear, almost in a mocking way, as if he was trying to say 'I told you so'.

“Tell me how it feels. It doesn't hurt, does it?” He whispered, putting some more pressure on your sensitive clit.

You mewled, moving your hips against his movements as he fastened his pace just a little. His free hand reached for your nipple, and your eyes rolled back. You were only able to moan, feeling this overwhelming heat rushing all over your body, forming a knot in your gut that begged to be released.

As you did not reply, Maegor gave a sharp slap to your clit. It was painful, yet incredibly pleasing. You cried out as your hips lifted, causing the water to splash all over the floor.

"I made you a question," he grunted, pinching your nipple and making you whine.

All gentleness was left aside as his hand rubbed faster, rougher. Your legs started to shake as you were struggling to find the words.

"G-gods… it feels so- so good…" You managed to say. His hand squeezing your breast as his skillful fingers were moving impossibly fast against your folds.

You turned into a whiny mess, Maegor hardness was rubbing against your back as you moved desperately. It was an odd feeling, it felt too overwhelming but at the same time you just couldn't get enough of it. Your body was burning with desire, begging and pleading for something you did not know.

Maegor was enjoying to see your desperation, a smug grin was drawn on his face as he felt you close to reach that glorious orgasm that you so achingly need.

But just when you were about to reach your release, he stopped.

A cry was heard, your eyes clouded with tears that reflected your frustration as Maegor laughed.

He laughed at you.

"Poor thing," he murmured, "You truly believed I would let you cum first?"

"P-please…" You whined, "It hurts."

"If you want it, you will have to earn it."

He stood up. Drops of water cascading down his muscular chest as he straightened up. His imposing figure brought a new heat inside your belly as you looked up at him only to find his hard cock a few inches away from your face.

"Get on your knees," he commanded, "If you manage to please me, then I will consider returning the favor."

The ache between your legs left you with no other choice but to obey.

[westerosisim]

42 AC.

When he received news that prince Aegon and princess Rhaena were being besieged at Crakehall, king Aenys fell sick, and died a few days later.

As soon as Aenys was buried, Visenya mounted Vhagar and flew to pentos to retrieve her son Maegor from exile.

Although Aenys's son Aegon was the heir to the Iron Throne, Maegor claimed the throne immediately upon his return. He was crowned on Dragonstone with the Valyrian steel crown of his father, King Aegon I, instead of Aenys's ornate one.

[alannybunnue]

I imagine yandere Maegor pressuring Mermaid!Reader into baring him children. So I was thinking reader shrugs says okay and a couple weeks later hands him a bucket full of mermaid eggs. Then Maegor is like “wtf is this?” And reader goes “the children you asked for. They will hatch soon if you keep the eggs in salt water.” Cut to three weeks later Maegor now has seven newborn children with are a mix of Targaryen and mermaid features. And reader tells Maegor that she’s ready to grow more eggs.

She simply doesn't give a shit, she in breeding mode for the rest of her life with Maegor.

They were made each other FOR REAL-

[missglaskin]

Yandere Aegon's Conquest (platonic) headcanons

AKA Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys as your yan!parents + Aenys and Maegor as your yan!Brothers

Characters: Aegon the conqueror, Visenya Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen, Maegor & Aenys Targaryen, Orys Baratheon

Note: Adopted and female!reader, toxic relationships, some interpreted romance/incest, Fire and Blood spoilers

You may have joined the Targaryen family through any of them. Brought to King's Landing as an offer, a hostage from Dorne. Whatever the reason was, you have now become the obsession of three dragon riders.

Naturally, there was some opposition at first. It's enough to keep a whole kingdom together; with lords either bending the knee willingly or by force, having the faith tolerate their marriages, and now they bring a child into the fold who didn't seem to bear much resemblance.

Yet despite widespread opposition, there was utter silence when it became evident what would happen if someone were to comment on your legitimacy. It's frightening to face Aegon's wrath, but he and his sisters combined; downright terrifying. 

They tended to differentiate when it came to ways of parenting. You would have likely been overindulged if it weren't for Visenya, who adopted a stricter role in place of Rhaenys and Aegon. On the other hand, it's Aegon who adopts the role of the meditator, keeping the peace whenever his wives come to disputes.

Orys is the only one Aegon truly trusts along with his sisters and despite Rhaenys and Visenya sharing Aegon's trust, they're not exactly thrilled about sharing you with anyone else. It’s noticed how quickly Orys steps into the role of an uncle, adding more fuel to the gossip (being Aegon’s brother). Like everyone else, he's just as protective and is more than willing to personally handle anyone who dares to cross you. But also similar to Aegon, beyond being protective, he's pretty laid-back. During your younger years, he'd times have you seated on his lap or playfully throw you up in the air.

As mentioned, Visenya is fiercely protective and sometimes may come off as a bit harsh, but her intentions are solely for your well-being. Her kingsguards are not only ordered to protect the king but are specifically trained to protect their little princess. She’s involved in your education, ensuring that you embrace your ‘Valyrian’ heritage. 

Each day she’ll have you rehearse your words, recount the history of your family house, and fulfill all your supposed duties. It’s Aegon and Rhaenys who urge Visenya to give you a break from time to time (not just because they want to spend time with you). Visenya also insists on training you despite her brother and sister’s wishes. Rhaenys thinks your gentle hands shouldn’t touch a blade with Aegon claiming you’re protected enough.

While they might disagree on many things, both Aegon and Rhaenys agree with Visenya's idea of giving you your own dragon egg. Given as a gift on your nameday. And even if the dragon hatches and you may never ride it, they are sure to let it recognize you as their owner; to let it be yours and yours only. Besides it’s further proof to the rest of the kingdom that you’re indeed one of them.

Like Visenya, Rhaenys is very much involved in your life and rarely lets you out of her sighs. She’s much smothering and the most affectionate out of her siblings, known to watch you with great fondness and expect to be praised for even the smallest accomplishments.

Rhaenys takes charge of your wardrobe, dressing you in the colors of House Targaryen and embellishing you with all sorts of jewelry. The many songs she has ensured to be dedicated, praising your elegance and beauty that they are believed to have passed down generations.

That’s not to say Aegon isn’t involved, he is but tends to be overshadowed by his sisters; finding himself stuck in the middle of their disagreements. Despite this, he makes his stance known and will use all types of excuses to steal you away. Aegon goes as far as making you his cupbearer, though while the council members are hesitant to take you away from the king's side. Only Orys dares to have you come and fill his cup.

They often find themselves in childish arguments on who you should ride with. Aegon occasionally claims victory, it helps Baelrion is the largest. In fact, whenever any of the siblings go for a flight, they are likely to bring you along. During their shared flights, they would showcase all sorts of tricks like getting close to the water or letting their dragons spit fire in the open air just to witness the excited look on your face.

Aegon spoils you (rotten) and is ready to fulfill almost all your whims and desires. While he’ll gladly gift you with jewelry and gowns like Rhaenys, Aegon is more inclined to make grand gestures like contracting statues and naming things in your honor. If you were to ask, he'd happily construct a bathhouse, a vast garden, you just need to ask.

Aegon is surprisingly someone you find it easy to turn to whenever you get in trouble, along with Uncle Orys. He's perfectly fine with you doing your own thing, playing away while he watches from a distance.

Despite their occasional arguments, at the end of the day, they are united through their care for you. You mean everything to them, and though each may express it differently, they all just want to see you happy and safe.

Adding Maegor and Aenys into the mix just makes everything more chaotic. While it's not much of a hidden secret that Rhaenys and Visenya favor you, they attempt to keep it subtle. Aegon isn't very adept at hiding it, and there have been discussions where he expresses the desire for you to be his heir instead. However, by the Westerosi tradition, Aenys is the expected heir.

Aenys and Maegor are particularly attached to you, even when their parents clearly seem to favor you. Being a bit older than Aenys, Rhaenys actively encouraged the bond between you two. She always insisted your small self to hold him and it became well-known among the castle servants that baby Aenys would cry until you came at his side. 

The death of Rhaenys threw everything into chaos. Visenya and Aegon, if possible, became even more protective, god forbid if Dorne were to make an attempt (or try to bring you back). You became the outlet for their grief, with Aegon demanding your presence more than ever. Aenys clung to you for comfort, a child who doesn’t seem to fully understand where his mother went. 

A year or two passed before Maegor was born, and he was already different from the start. Aenys, always smaller than the other kids, remained easily carried by your child self even as he grew. You'd lift him up on your back as he squealed with delight, but Visenya would scold you; your back could get hurt and Aenys is heir, he must be expected to behave like one.

Maegor, on the other hand, was bigger than most kids, with round and full cheeks that you couldn't resist poking and pulling. Similar to Aenys, he constantly demanded your attention, but unlike Aenys who cried, Maegor caused tantrums, pushing other kids you interacted with and throwing things until he got the attention he sought.

A rivalry started between the brothers, and more often than not, you found yourself in the middle of it, but it was mostly one-sided with Maegor often starting the conflicts. Moreover, Aegon directed most of his attention toward Aenys with kingdom duties and all, leaving you mostly with Maegor and Visenya.

Unlike Rhaenys, who didn't have the time to mold her son, Visenya did. She made sure that her son knows that it’s his duty to protect and care for you, deeming Aenys as weak in her eyes. Maegor learned to value you above all else. Sparring was no longer necessary, as according to Maegor he’ll be the one to protect you from now. In one incident, Maegor attacked a noble boy who had jokingly insulted you. Aegon and Visenya never punished him, with the excuse that Aegon didn't want to cause a scene.

Aenys, much like his mother, is naturally affectionate. Openly embracing you in front of the entire court or hold your hand as you walk together. Such displays of affectionate were a never-ending lecture from Visenya and Aegon and all it did was fuel Maegor’s jealousy. 

As all three of you came of age, there was a flood of suitors vying for your hand in marriage. Aegon would use any excuse to deter them, but deep down, he secretly wished to wed you to Aenys but he knows Visenya might insist on Maegor instead, further fueling the rivalry between the brothers. The reactions of your brothers toward your suitors only intensifies, with Maegor eagerly challenging anyone who seeks your hand and Aenys wearing a mask of happiness for you while secretly desiring to have you all to himself.

It becomes even messier if the brothers are wed to other women. Alyssa and Ceryse, in particular, feel the pressure to be on your good side, knowing that a gesture from you could sway their husbands in your favor. Despite being married to them, the wives can't shake the feeling of being the "other women". The awkwardness is heightened by Aenys, who insists on you being close to his children, going so far as to let you be one of the first to hold baby Rhaena. 

The family was struck with a moment of grief upon Aegon's death, leaving Visenya as the sole parent. With Aegon, and even Orys, no longer present, Visenya had the freedom to enforce her regulations and expectations without interruption. Maegor, being a wild card, proved difficult to control. Despite Aenys' perceived weakness, he stepped into Aegon's place, not directly opposing Visenya and Maegor but making it clear that you were a line not to be crossed. Your place is to be with him and his family, by his side in council. 

Aegon's death set off a chain reaction, fueling the underlying war within the family that had already been brewing.

[wodania]

fire and blood

the kings (and rhaegar) of house targaryen