#visenya Targaryen x reader

[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.

[floatyflowers]

Can you write dark genderbend Visenya Targaryen (conqueror) ? 🥺

You and your mother, Lady Sharra Arryn refused to yield to the Targaryen rule.

Your mother even sent Aegon a portrait of herself and you, trying to seduce him into marrying her or you, and making your brother heir, or the child you will have with him as heir, despite being older then him.

Well... You thought this was a bad idea, because Viserys Targaryen, older brother of Aegon I, came on his dragon to the vale.

He forced you to sit beside him as he sat your younger brother on his lap, you answered his questions, him fearing that he might feed the child to Vhagar.

Once Sharra saw the position you and her son are in, she quickly submitted and admitted Targaryens as Rulers of the kingdoms.

After all, she feared what might happen to her children if she objected.

"I have seen the portrait of your daughter that you sent to my brother, Lady Arryn, and I have decided to take your daughter as my bride"

Despite the power, dragons, and beauty the Targaryens has, you refused.

"Well then, young lady Arryn, I shall burn down the vale, feed your mother and brother to my dragon then wed you in the Velyrian way."

This was more then enough for you to agree on marrying the oldest Targaryen.

[darkestspring]

Yandere Conquerors ( Visenya / Aegon / Rhaenys) and third wife reader.

"I don't need a third wife." Was the words Aegon once said, and never once had he thought that he'd regret speaking those words.

Not until he met you. You. You. Lovely you.

You were Torrhen Stark's eldest child, a lovely thing that had both beauty and brains, not to mention your inclination for spoiling your direwolf, loving cooing at it as you went off to hunt with the beastly thing.

Aegon had never felt himself want for something so much, not since the conquest began. He wanted you, so desperately. he wanted to tangle his fingers in your hair and hear you giggle as he devoured you whole.

He glanced towards his sisters who were both stuck staring at you, not a single trace of envy or jealousy on their face. Rhaenys' cheeks were flushed red, not from the cold Aegon assumes, and Visenya's eyes were filled with a look of utter fondness, which was rare. Visenya hated people more than she liked them.

You stood there, laughing as you threw balls of snow between you and your brother, Brandon.

A loud laugh left you, happiness making your eyes light up as the snow started to drip off of you as it turned into water. "No fair! I wasn't expecting it!" You pouted at your brother.

Brandon laughed, "That is why it was the best time to attack, my dear sister," He took notice of the three before you did and straightened up.

"Dear one." Torrhen called out to you, gesturing you closer and you raced closer.

"Father, welcome back!" You greeted him with a smile before gazing over at the trio of targaryen's and the smile on your face nearly falters but you'd been taught strictly by your mother.

"Welcome," You spoke softly, bowing your head softly. You'd been given the news and you didn't particularly care about going from a princess to a lady. It let you play in the snow with your brother, so you were fine.

"This is my daughter." Torrhen introduced you to them and you smiled up at them.

"It's an honor." Your murmured softly.

"Lady Stark, the honor is solely ours." Visenya took your hand into hers before the other two could even reach out and placed a kiss on the back of your gloved hand and your cheeks flushed bright red at the gesture.

Aegon had determined he was damned by the gods in that moment, he wished he could eat his own words. He needed to find some way to marry you. He was a king now, he could very well do that but Torrhen didn't look like he'd very easily let you go.

"You should visit us on Dragonstone!" Rhaenys spoke softly, leaning down to gaze at you with a smile. "We'd be happy to have you there!"

Torrhen had the odd feeling that he was watching three vultures flock around his daughter. No, that was absurd, it was well known throughout westeros that Aegon refused to take a third wife. Yes, he had no reason to worry.

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere self-aware Visenya Targaryen—yandere material if there ever was

Yandere Visenya has always denied her use of sorcery. It simply started as a passing interest in the supernatural when she was but a few moons from her ninth name day. The interest grew, like a dragonet, into something fiercesome and all-encompassing. She would spend the moon's hour researching and worshipping the gods of old. In return, she gained 'naejot ūndegon aōla' (to see yourself).

She met the love of her life that night. Both of your sets of eyes connected, and she felt an intangible spark. When she reached out to you, she could not touch. The connection faltered, and she was left alone without you for the first time.

Yandere Visenya had madness simmering under the surface because of you. People were gossiping at the thought that it was simply another woman falling into their 'womanly madness'. None in her family could get a word out of her about why she was so on edge.

She'd snap at a servant making the littlest mistake. She'd ignore her future husband and her sister. She'd spend days upon end stuck in odd rooms doing what was whispered as forbidden magic. She would ignore the claims and always present a strong face, but those closest to her knew that she had fallen for something, whether it was in love or a scheme.

Yandere Visenya had to marry her brother, for it was her duty. She loved no other than you. She only ever thought of you. They just thought of her as 'lumie' (sick). She did not want to be touched or seen by others. She seemed to grow paler and had aches and pains all over her body. What else could it be?

Yandere Visenya chose to ignore her health in order to continue working on the ability to contact you. Bit by bit, she'd grow stronger and could concentrate for longer. Soon she was able to see your visage clearly. She could make small contact with you—a hand on your thigh or a pat on your head.

You became her place to escape to.

She'd ramble to you about everything and anything. She'd get excited. Her voice would grow more expressive. Her hands contort into various poses as she does so. Giggles end up escaping her as well.

Those moments are the happiest she's ever had.

Her favorite topics are about dragons, magic, and weaponry. The topics are specifically her dragon, Vhagar, and her weapon, Dark Sister.

Yandere Visenya is aware that she is scaring you. She does her best to ease you into her naejot ūndegon aōla. She makes herself appear as harmless as she is able. She manipulates the text to hide her darker intentions and darkest moments.

She just wants your love. She gets enough confusion and fear from everybody else.

Yandere Visenya learns of a ritual to temporarily erase the barriers between worlds. She has to sacrifice those closest to her. It's easy. She lures her husband and his second wife to her chambers at night. She stabs them through the heart and sacrifices them to the gods that will help her.

Everything around her melts away as she is finally able to have you.

Yandere Visenya doesn't waste a moment. She takes your sleeping body into her realm before the ancient spell wears off. Only a handful of your belongings are taken with you. She knows what is most valuable to you, so she grabs those things.

While waiting for you to wake up, she snuggles into you. She grows drowsy and slowly fades into a state of slumber.

The sleep is perfect.

She needs nothing more than you by her side.

[amaea-jewels]

THE CONQUERORS | LEVERAGE

—— summary: In a world where soulmates exist. Your fate has been sealed to the dragons who burned down your home.

—— genre: Dark!au, soulmate au, yandere

—— warnings: Obsessive and possessive behaviour, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, some very light angst, smut

—— pairing: Aegon Targaryen I x female!reader, Visenya Targaryen x female!reader, Rhaenys Targaryen x female!reader

—— word count: 5k

*no beta we die like bruce wayne's parents * first-time writing, english is not my first language

Never before had you experienced such overwhelming terror. You were a collected person by nature, content with allowing chaos to unfold for others, more so even when you had a hand in creating the chaos. Yet, tonight, it appeared that the karma of all of those nights of "fun" had finally caught up to you.

You found yourself being dragged by two strangers, being forcibly led toward the direction of one of the larger tents positioned at the farthest edge of the camp. You had known you were fucked from the moment your eyes had first locked with violet ones. You had felt the bond snap in place. Those violet eyes, the ones that had burned ypur home to ashes, now held you captive. Your life was now entwined with those haunting eyes that had taken your family from you.

You briefly entertained the idea of ending your life. The tent that they were leading you to was situated relatively close to a cliff. Though you were unsure whether the height would prove itself to be fatal, you felt more than ready to take the risk.

Choosing to end your life would be much more honourable than warming the bed of those who had caused your family's demise.

Newly formed soulbonds were meant to be consummated, and you were well aware that the longer time you spent with them, the more inevitable it would become. You knew that it was only a matter of time.

Ending your own life would save you from that fate.

The thought quickly leaves your mind, as you finally arrive at your destination. A sense of relief washes over you upon seeing that the tent is empty. However, that relief swiftly fades away as you are pulled toward the large bed situated in the room's centre. Your arms are tightly bound by sturdy metal chains, anchoring you to the master bed. You sigh, leaning your head against one of the pillows, attempting to find some rest.

The next several hours pass like a blur.

New guards take the place of the former standing right outside the tent. One usually remains on guard while the other leaves — you're not sure why. The idea of you actually being able to escape or cause any kind of damage is laughable at the very least. How would you be able to run whilst tied to a bed with metal chains?

You know it's late when one of them finally shows up — the darkness that fills the room is more than enough of an indication — it's the older one you realise after a few moments of watching her. Her hair was beautifully braided into intricate patterns. She was beautiful but there was an air of darkness that seemed to cling to her. She swiftly took off her ringmail, not even sparing you a glance, as she started undressing.

You did your best to avert your gaze, as she undressed herself fully. She turned toward you, recognising your presence for the first time since entering the tent.

She sauntered toward you. Her cold harsh unforgivable violet eyes digging into you. You're keenly aware of the fact that she's still not wearing anything, as you keep your gaze toward the side. Attempting to hide yourself from her.

She seizes hold of your jaw, redirecting your gaze toward her, eliminating any possibility of evading her. With a firm touch, she runs a finger across your face. The bond hummed at her actions.

"So you're the one."

Eyes still cold as she studies you carefully. Her hand which was previously caressing your cheek, start travelling down south. Stopping briefly at your throat, giving it a light squeeze before moving on, her hand stops when it reaches down to your waist.

She presses her naked body closer to you, keeping the eye contact as she dares you to do something. An amused smirk crept onto her face, at your obvious discomfort. The both of you stay there for a few minutes. Neither speaking, as she continues to study you with those violet eyes of hers.

Simultaneously, she seizes both of your hands, releasing her grip on your jaw and waist. She brings both your hands up to cup her breasts, as she brings herself closer to you. Both of your bodies pressed tightly up against one another. She slowly starts grinding herself against you. Disregarding you completely.

You start thrashing against her desperately attempting to move your hands away from her body. Suddenly, her grip on your hand loosens, and one of her hands swiftly flies up to encircle your throat, exerting firm pressure to keep you in place. You look up to study her facial expression, to see every ounce of amusement had disappeared, instead replaced by a serious demeanour. She leans in intimately, bringing her face close to your ear.

"You fight so viciously, just like your family. What a shame that couldn't save them from their fate," she speaks venomously, "but there's still some of them left, aren't there?"

She looks down at your horrified expression. A smile starting to bloom across her face.

"Your nephew, what was his name now? Was it Flammin? Fliden? No, it is Florian, is it not? Such a sweet young boy. Just passed his fifth naming day hasn't he?" she taunted a wicked smile still present on her lips, "it would be such a shame if his life was to be cut short now, wouldn't it?"

Tears welled up silently in your eyes as the weight of her words began to settle in. Florian, a young boy, was the sole family you had. His mother had succumbed to childbirth, and his father had fallen victim to those ruthless monsters. Florian had always been a frail and sickly boy. Without proper attention, he wouldn't survive even a fortnight. You had dedicated countless nights to his care since his birth, nurturing him in the absence of your older brother. Who always had matters of the court to attend to.

You felt guilt prickle away at your chest. You had completely forgotten about him. In your defense, you hadn't even been sure he survived. Most had suffered the cruel fate of being burned alive by dragon fire. But surely if Queen Visenya knew of his existence, that must've meant he was still alive?

You didn't answer. There was nothing to be said. She had won. And you could tell she knew that too from the smirk that was covering her face. Slowly her hand started slipping down your body again. Coming to a halt when she neared your breast. Keeping the eye contact, she started palming them. Realishing in seeing you melt. As the bond started to hum even stronger.

"Visenya" a female voice called from behind, halting Visenya’s movement, "playing your games again, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you refer to," she snapped, keeping her back turned toward the woman, "I was simply familiarizing myself with our bonded."

The woman standing behind Visenya was beautiful. With silver hair that swayed openly down her back. It took you a moment, to recall her name; Rhaenys. The youngest of the three conquerors.

You continued to stare at her shamelessly. She was beautiful, both of them were. You absently noted, that her violet eyes were lighter than that of Visenya, there was also a sense of playfulness in them. You presumed that made sense, from the rumours you had heard, Rhaenys was supposed to be the more kindhearted and playful of the three.

Rhaenys' eyes flicked down briefly to meet yours. You were met with a comforting smile, as her eyes flickered up to meet her the older again.

Her lips parted, and unfamiliar words flew from her mouth, a language entirely unknown to your ears. Amidst the unfamiliar words, you faintly understood the mention of the name "Aegon."

Aegon. You're body subconsciously shivered at the mention of his name. It had been him who had discovered you. After the burning of your home, the survivors had been brought before their new king. They were to bow and hail him for his mercy. It was at that moment when your eyes had locked with his, you both knew.

Words had not been exchanged. He had simply walked through the crowd and grabbed a hold of your wrist where your mark was located. With one simple glance at the three-headed dragon symbol marked into your skin, there had been no point in denying it. King Aegon had motioned for his men to take you, as you stood frozen to your spot. He started barking orders for his men to follow, but you could barely make out any word he was saying. Head still reeling from the revelation.

You could feel the irritation radiating off of Visenya as she completely let go of you. The two continued to speak in a foreign language, as Visenya dressed herself once more. The two seemed to be on the verge of arguing before they both left, leaving you alone once again.

You lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping peacefully until the gentle touch of an unfamiliar hand caressing you, caused you to startle awake. Your eyes were still drowsy with sleep, and it took you a minute to fully recognise the person sitting in front of you.

"Aegon," you whispered in shock.

You had only just spoken the words when you jerked away harshly, your body moving on its own accord. You were unaware of when you had fallen asleep last night. You must've drifted off the sleep while lost in your own thoughts.

"Hello," he greeted warmly, edging closer up the bed toward you. You didn't answer. To dazed by sleep to fully comprehend what was going on.

"You must be cold," he tried again. You could feel he was attempting to start up a conversation and unlike Visenya, you had an irking feeling he would want you to respond.

"I'm fine," you responded meekly.

He hummed, seemingly not convinced. He inched himself nearer toward you, aligning his thigh with your reclined figure, the pressure causing the bond to hum. Encouraging you to move closer toward your bonded. You relented. Despite whatever desire that remained inside of you to give in to the bond, and allow for them to do whatever he wished to you. You could not forget the screams of your people as the dragon fire consumed them. How could you ever forget? When their screams would haunt you to the night you die.

“I apologize for Visenya’s behaviour. She can be very . . . . forward to say the least.”

You nodded, accepting his terrible apology and excuse, so you could move on to what was important.

You sat yourself straight up. “My nephew, is he well?”

“He is well,” Aegon confirmed. His finger returned to your face once more, as he started trailing your features. “I can assure you no harm shall come to your nephew, as long you as you remain with us.”

While his words were meant to be comforting. The underlying threat was not lost on you. The message was clear: attempt to run and your nephew would suffer the price for your foolishness. Instead of arguing with the man who held your nephew’s life in his hands, you opted to change the conversation.

“What time is it?”

His reply came instantly. “Late at night. By now most, if not all, have retired to their tents.” His finger continued trailing over your features, now reaching your lips. He applied firm pressure, eyes keen on your every expression, as he moved on to fiddling with your hair.

“Where are your wives then?” You had not meant for the words to escape as bitterly as they did. But at the very thought of Visenya and her complete disregard for your discomfort and family. You couldn’t help the root of anger that was settling over your heart at the mention of her.

“In their tents, resting for the night.” If he had heard the bitterness in your tone then he was certainly ignoring it. He kept a comforting smile on his lips. You furrowed your brows at his answer. Should the Queens not be on the side of the King? While it wasn’t fully uncommon for spouses to have separate rooms, you would’ve assumed bonded like them would remain together.

He seemed to be able to tell your confusion for a moment had not passed before he started explaining himself. “My sisters enjoy having their own separate beds. I fear they would argue far too much about the other stealing all their space. Though I suppose that may perhaps change with your arrival.”

Sisters. They were siblings. Right, you had completely forgotten. The Valyrian custom you had heard so much about. It had completely escaped your mind that all three conquerors were of the same blood and of the same father. Disgust crept its way through you at that revelation.

“Should you not be sleeping?” You quickly said after realising that you had spent far too much time pondering about the strange Valyrian custom. “I much rather spend my time with you,” he replied smoothly. Eyes flickering up to meet yours again.

“And how fun that must be, staring at me sleeping.” You bit back, before realising you had spoken back to the King. “It is indeed,” he replied back rather amused, “especially with my name rolling off your mouth whilst you slept.”

Heat begin to prickle at your skin at his words. Surely you did not?

“What were you dreaming of?” He asks.

You're aware that he’s only asking because he already knows the answer. And despite you not remembering the dream, you're also keenly aware of the sheet of sweat that covers you and the way your undergarments seem to cling to you. You internally curse yourself. You recognise it to be a symptom of not having the bond consummated immediately after your initial meeting. The heightened sense of arousal, the sexual dreams and the need to be in one another’s presence. Direct symptoms of the bond. You remember your mother’s stories of bonded ones meeting for the first time. They usually consummate the bond at the exact moment they meet, the frenzy of the bond simply too strong to resist.

“I don’t remember.” Only a partial lie, you truly did not remember, however, you had an irking suspicion toward what that dream contained, as did he.

He laughs a quiet yet dangerous sound that strokes a fire inside of you. “Perhaps then, I could help you remember. It was after all me you were dreaming of.”

The meaning of his words caused your body to grow fully warm. “You’re flattering yourself far too much,” you lamely attempt.

He moves closer toward you at those words. As you started slowly crawling back from him. A large smirk grew on his face. “I’m sure you like to think that, wouldn’t you.” He drew himself nearer, standing so close to you, you’re faces were merely an inch apart, “but I heard the way you called my name, so sweetly.”

“I did no such thing.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His voice drops down to a sensual tone, “I myself have to admit that I have found myself dreaming of you plenty of times throughout the day,” he closed his eyes momentarily. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He begins, keeping his eyes closed as if he was imagining it right now. “Or I see you laying on this bed, my sisters between your legs, worshipping you with their mouths, bringing you to ecstasy over and over before I finally take you.”

Your heart starts pounding fast. In fact, you’re not sure if your heart has ever gone this fast before. You feel warm. Too warm, despite the coldness of the night seeping into the room. You can feel your pulse in your throat and the dryness that has settled over your lips.

“So tell me once more, what was it that you were dreaming of?” He asks in a hushed voice.

“Nothing.” You reply quickly, averting your gaze toward the exit. The idea of running away from this entire situation seems suddenly very appealing.

“So you don’t wish for my help?”

This time you don’t reply too afraid of giving the answer that you truly wish to say. After a moment of pure silence. With you ignoring his longing eyes, he decides to change his approach.

“You must be feeling so desperate.”

You don’t respond too afraid to say anything anymore. He leans toward you. You can feel his breath in your ear. You can feel the ache between your legs growing stronger.

“We’re not meant to go this long without each other,” he whispers delicately against you, “you know that. It’s only been a couple of hours. Yet, your body is aching for me, just as I am for you.” He glides his tongue against your cheek. Fire spreads everywhere he touches you. “Poor Visenya could barely contain herself from want. I had to order her and Rhaenys to leave you alone or else I fear they both would’ve ravished you the moment you entered our camp. But I convinced them it would be best if I warmed you up to us first. That all of us at once, forcing your attention upon us. Whilst your mind was still reeling from loss would be far too much.”

Your breath comes out shaky as you struggle to contain your own wants. It would be so wrong to give in. They had murdered your family. They had even threatened the only one that remained. Briefly, you wondered how things could’ve been different if you had met under normal circumstances. Telling your mother how happy you were at finding your bonded, asking permission to court you properly once the frenzy of the bond had passed. How different it all could’ve been. Instead, it was them who had robbed you of all of that. Your mother was dead, and so was your father. There was no need for a courting period for there was no one alive for them to ask permission for your hand from.

“Give yourself to me.” Aegon’s voice is rough with wanting like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “I know you feel it. I feel it, too. You yearn for me, you crave my touch. Let me make you feel good, let me ease that ache you feel. Give yourself to us, and in return, we shall give you whatever your heart desires.”

“My heart desires for my family to be alive, tell me can you make that happen.” You snap back tears brimming into your eyes at the mention of your deceased family. A full night had yet not even passed and here you were dishonouring them all by giving yourself to the man who had killed them.

Something shifted in Aegon’s eyes at those words. Violet eyes growing stern much like Visenya’s had. His hand grabbed at your jaw bringing your eyes up to meet his. The familiarity of the situation was not lost upon you. As you stared up into his beautiful violet eyes.

“What happened to your family was their own fault had they simply bent the knee as I had asked of them. There would be no need for the pointless slaughter of your people,” his grip at your jaw tightened, “but I have been merciful have I not? I could’ve burned the survivors in dragon fire as well, but I did not. I could’ve killed your pathetic nephew who continuously begs my guards to be brought into your presence. But I do not. You know why?” He rubs the tears falling from you eyes away, “for I am a merciful King, but that does not mean, I shall remain one.”

“What is merciful of you burning my family alive? It was our King who made the decision to not bend his knee, not us!” You shouted back, jerking yourself free from his hold. "You say it’s mercy letting us live. Very well, then go ahead kill me. Give me the solace of being united with my family once more.”

He laughs, coldly at your little display of anger. “Very well, but remember that you asked for this.”

He backs away from the bed, grabbing his sword on his way out. “Wait! What’re you doing.” You desperately yell after him, “I told you to kill me, to punish me! Wait!”

You struggle against the metal chains keeping you tied to the bed. Your screams for Aegon to stop echoing through the night. Soon those screams are replaced by those of others. Dread fills your being as you realise what was happening.

Tears stream down your face your throat becomes sore from your sobbing. Eventually, you fell asleep, tears still streaming down your face.

Upon awakening, a throbbing headache greeted you—a consequence of having cried yourself to sleep. The light streaming into the tent suggested that it was now daytime. You glanced down at the blanket enveloping your shivering form. Vaguely, you remembered someone entering the tent late at night after you had drifted off. Whether it was Aegon or another you weren't sure. Exhaustion had overwhelmed you to the point where the mere thought of opening your eyes and checking was too much.

After throwing the blanket on you, the person joined you in bed. But remained at a comfortable distance so as not to disturb you. As you stirred around, you became aware that the person had left.

You sighed, running a hand through your face. The metal chains still digging painfully into your wrists.

The events of the previous night played back in your mind on repeat. A sense of dread fills you. What would the consequences be if you continued to reject their advances? How far would they go to keep you in line? How many would die as a consequence of their anger? Would they kill you if you continued to deny them?

You remained sprawled on the bed for several hours, unable to free yourself from the metal chains that bound you. Eventually, tiredness overcame you, and you slipped back into slumber. When you stirred again, it was to the sensation of someone shaking you awake.

"You must be starving," the voice observed. You recognised the voice; Rhaenys.

Before you, she stood, as breathtakingly beautiful as you remembered her to be. It took a moment for her words to fully register, and then you nodded in agreement. The audible growl of your stomach served as a reminder of the prolonged time you had gone with the absence of food—it had been two full days. Rhaenys smiled, offering you a plate of food. Without a word, you accepted the plate and began to eat. Rhaenys remained silent, unabashedly observing you as you ate.

After finishing your meal, you silently set the plate on the side table. The room fell into a hush as the two of you sat in silence, you with your gaze fixed on the floor, and Rhaenys studying you intently. Suddenly, she rose and positioned herself directly behind you on the bed, your back pressed against her chest. A surge of fear gripped you—what was she planning? Would she force herself on you as Visenya had done, or would she threaten you much like Aegon had done?

Surprisingly, she did neither. Instead, she pulled a brush and began running it through your hair. You started relaxing under her gentle ministrations. Eventually, she transitioned into braiding your hair skillfully. Two large braids took shape, and she proceeded to pin them up into an elegant updo, her actions gentle and kind.

"You shouldn't have said those things to Aegon, you upset him."

Her words sent a sudden jolt through your body, erasing any trace of comfort that had briefly settled into you. Instantly, tension gripped your frame.

"Your continued denial of the bond shall only bring pain to us. Embrace it. Acknowledge your destined path. You belong to us now," the calmness Rhaenys exhibited while speaking, caused shivers to run down your spine, "should you attempt to escape with your little nephew, our forces will inevitably hunt you down and bring you back. Half of Westeros has fallen to our whim, the rest shall soon follow. Tell me, who shall risk their lives and those of their kin to shield you from us? Last night, you incurred only a speck of Aegon's wrath, forcing him to unveil but a fraction of our might. Imagine the repercussions should you provoke us once more."

With that final word, she left. Leaving you once more in a state of fear.

Days pass before someone attempts to visit you again. Each day, a new guard came to attend to you, delivering food and bringing you to a nearby lake to clean yourself.

As days pass you begin to fight your own instinct. Begging for you to be near your homicidal bonded. Each night you were haunted by dreams of them, each dream leaving you more frustrated than the last. The fact that you know that they have been visiting every night while you pretend to sleep doesn't help.

It is on the fifth day of this behaviour continuing that you finally snapped.

A gentle hand traced along your back as your consciousness began to return. Most of your nights since entering the camp had been spent sleeping, daydreaming or reading. The familiarity of the rough hand hinted at Aegon's presence, a revelation that didn't surprise you. Although all three had taken turns visiting you every night. Aegon was the one that usually ended up curled next to you sleeping at night.

Upon feeling you stir, he retracted his hand from your back. Instantly your own shot up to stop.

“Wait,” you all but begged, “don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

His voice was rough, just like you remembered it to be. He hadn’t spoken to you directly, not since that night. You had heard him bark orders at his men and seen him conversing with Orys Baratheon. But he had refused to speak to you ever since you had snapped at him.

“Touch me, please.”

The pure desperation in your voice wasn’t lost on you. And though you felt heat creeping up your skin at your confession, you couldn’t deny how badly you needed him. After all, Rhaenys had been right. You were only causing yourself misery by refusing yourself what you wanted. At your request, his hand rubbed down the side of your waist. Your breath becomes shaky as you turn to lie on your back to face him. Aegon was staring at you intensely.

You didn't know what to say to him. How to voice out the desire building in your chest. So you settle for calling out his name. Your voice is dripping with desire and desperation. Gazing into those violet eyes, you catch a glimpse of the fire so characteristic of the Targaryens just before his lips meet yours.

There’s nothing gentle about the kiss shared between you two. It’s the kiss of two people who have been deprived of their true desires for far too long, your teeth bumping against each other, tongues twisting and tangling. His hand grabs a hold of your hair and keeps you in place. The bond hums loudly in approval of your actions.

Aegons draws himself back slightly to look at your expression, his free hand moving to palm your breast over your nightgown. You moan at the feeling. His other hand lets go of your hair to slither down your body and press against your core.

“You’re drenched,” he mutters breathlessly, slowing down his movements as he starts to tease you, “I could make you cum from this alone.”

“Please” you beg, your hips bucking up to meet him.

“I should make you beg me for it after everything you put us through.” His eyes are dark as he speaks, his thumb pressing hard against your clit, making you moan. “Luckily, I am a generous King. I can feel how much you need to come on my fingers.”

You nod wildly, as he inserts a finger into you, pleasure pulsating through you.

“You’ve been craving this, waiting for this very moment,” Aegon murmurs against your ear with a wicked smile. “You’ve tried to deny yourself, but you need me, you need my touch.”

You whimper pathetically, your hips rocking wildly aganist him. “Say it,” he demands, pushing another finger into your dripping core.

“I need you to make me come, Aegon. Please, my King, I need you so badly.” You purposefully empathize with his title, knowing what button to press to make him give in.

His violet eyes darken even further as he pulls you towards the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees in front of you. He makes swift work of removing your clothes. Before his lips descend down on you. You moan loudly your hand moving to entangle yourself into his hair.

Aegon mumbles something against your clit that you can’t hear, before teasing you with the tip of his tongue and then pressing it flat against you and rubbing it in slow circles. Meanwhile, his fingers moved to find that soft, aching spot inside of you and he purposefully pressed against it in slow, firm thrusts that made you tremble.

“Aegon, please” you moan, partly as encouragement for him to continue and partly because you want him so badly. You’re so close. Your entire body is tense and trembling; all you can think about is how badly you need to come, how much you are aching for your release. You’re so close.

“Aegon, please,” you plea again, truly desperate now. “Please my king. Please.”

You’re not sure if it’s what you said, the desperation in your voice, or if it’s just pure coincidence, but in that moment. Aegon shifts his rhythm, bringing you closer toward your peak and over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. You have never felt anything like this before. You feel satisfied but also feel the ache growing stronger than ever before. He looks up at you a smile displayed on his beautiful, handsome face. He crawls up to you, pressing a deep kiss into your lips. He continues kissing you as he slides a hand down to your core again. Firm fingers pressing against you. “There you go, feels good doesn’t it?” He murmurs into your temple pressing a kiss against it, “I wanna see your expression this time. You can come for me again. Can’t you my sweet girl?”

He speaks as if it’s a question but from the way he’s pressing his finger into you. You know, you have no choice in the matter.

“Oh, dear, Lords,” you gasp loudly.

You’re doing so well for me,” he kisses you again. He lowers his voice to a sensual whisper, leaning in closer to your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re trembling and coming all over me like the sweet girl you are.” It’s the combination of his words, his voice and his perfect hands that bring you over the edge.

“Yes, that’s it,” Aegon mutters encouraging, as he watches you. “You are so beautiful when you come undone like that.” He kisses you slowly. It’s only then you realise that he's still fully clothed while you lay naked underneath him.

You don't have time to complain. All of a sudden, he grabs hold of your body, manhandling you around so you now lay on your stomach. He pushes your head into the bed harder as he scoops a hand underneath your hips, lifting your bare ass into the air, exposing your drenched pussy to the cold air.

He lands a hard smack on your ass.

"If you hadn't been so stubborn, this could have happened much earlier" Aegon spoke in a hushed voice, hands trailing down your waist. You said nothing. Entirely too breathless to defend yourself. Aegon placed himself at your entrance and allowed you no time to adjust to the massive length of his before he slammed into you. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You gasped as he picked up his pace, fucking you with wild and reckless abandon.

"Come on, my sweet," he taunted, "tell me how much you hate me now."

Aegon slammed into you so deep it really felt like he might kill you after all. You felt yourself pulse around his cock, your pussy trying to somehow pull him in deeper.

"So. Fucking. Tight," he said through gritted teeth. His hands gripping your hips with such force you knew they would bruise. Part of you beamed internally at the idea of being marked up by your bonded. Heat exploded inside of you. Your eyes were momentarily blinded as you felt yourself reach your climax.

"Please, fill me, Aegon," you begged, head still shoved into the bed. Aegon groaned at your words, holding your hips tightly as he pulled you back up against him to fuck him. He picked up his speed, thrusts becoming messy and sloppy as he chased his own peak.

He thrusted in roughly a few more times before he finally stilled, pushing inside of you as far as he could. He stayed inside of you for a few moments more before slowly pulling out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. The loss of him being inside of you, causes you to whimper, feeling empty.

"That was truly a spectacular show," Visenya's voice sounded. Turning to your right, you beheld the sight of both the sisters standing there, a hint of amusement evident in their expressions. "I certainly hope you're not too tired for another round," Rhaenys quipped. The two women sauntered closer toward the bed where the two of you were situated. Crawling over the duvet toward you.

"Not that it truly matters if you are," Visenya smirked. Planting her mouth at your shoulder blade, she started sucking. Rhaenys copying her movement on your other one. You hummed in delight, completely unaware of the massacre that was befalling your people outside the tent, as your bonded made sure to keep your undivided attention on them.

They couldn't afford the possibility of your focus being split between them and the well-being of your people, especially when you were destined to belong to them. And with the bond now finally complete, you would never be able to leave. The strategy of isolating you without their presence played out flawlessly, leveraging the bond into compelling you to yield.

[amisa-k]

masterlist

reactions

house of the dragon men reacting at you sleeping on them

house of the dragon women reacting at you sleeping on them

how house of the dragon characters would touch you

someone offended you

their reactions to you teasing them with your foot under the table during dinner 1

their reactions to you teasing them with your foot under the table during dinner 2

you catch them masturbating and calling your name

nude painting

you said "I love you" in your native language

daemon targaryen

daemon provokes and begs (sub!daemon x dom!reader)

aemond targaryen

a brief moment of comfort with aemond

sub!aemond targaryen x dom!reader 18+

aegon ii targaryen

aegon targaryen x sister!reader

a drunken night with aegon

aegon provokes and begs (sub!aegon x dom!reader)

comforting him while he cries

visenya targaryen

visenya targaryen x fem!reader smut

you’re not someone i fear, you’re someone i want part 1

part 2

part 3

[buckystevelove]

Blood and Fire

Chapter 1

Pairing: Aegon x Visenya x Rhaenys x Reader

Warning: incest, fluff

Masterlist

As you prepared for your wedding, the anticipation bubbled within you, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. Today was the day you would join your beloved Aegon in matrimony, cementing your eternal bond with the man who held your heart. But it wasn't just Aegon you would be marrying—Rhaenys and Visenya would stand beside you, their presence a reminder of the unconventional path your love had taken.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, your reflection adorned in finery fit for a Targaryen bride. The weight of the occasion settled upon your shoulders, the gravity of the moment not lost on you. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with promises of love and unity, but also fraught with uncertainty and scrutiny.

Your mother stood behind you, arranging the intricate strands of your necklace with practiced hands. Her expression reflected a mixture of pride and concern, her maternal instincts tugging at her heartstrings. "I hope the four of you know what you are doing," she murmured, her voice laced with worry. "We are Targaryens, but even this is a little bit too much for us."

You met her gaze in the mirror, seeing the flicker of apprehension in her eyes. The weight of tradition and expectation bore down upon your family, threatening to overshadow the joy of the occasion. When Aegon had revealed his plans to marry all three sisters, your parents had been hesitant, their reservations echoing in the hushed whispers that circulated through the halls of Dragonstone.

They understood the implications of such an unorthodox union—the tongues that would wag, the alliances that would falter, the legacy of House Targaryen called into question. Anger simmered beneath their facade of acceptance, resentment bubbling to the surface as they grappled with the consequences of Aegon's decision.

Your parents had envisioned strategic marriages for you and Rhaenys, alliances forged through political maneuvering and dynastic alliances. But Aegon's declaration shattered those carefully laid plans, leaving them with a sense of loss and uncertainty.

Yet, despite their misgivings, there was a glimmer of understanding in your mother's eyes—a recognition of the depth of your love for Aegon, of the unbreakable bond that tied you to your sisters. In the end, familial loyalty triumphed over convention, and your parents stood by your side as you prepared to embark on this unconventional journey together.

As you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the challenges that lay ahead, you knew that your love for Aegon and your sisters would carry you through the storm, guiding you towards a future filled with hope and possibility. "I know, mother, but I love him, I love them, and I know that they love me. I absolutely know that this is not the future you had planned for me, but I am absolutely certain that the four of us will be happy," you spoke with conviction, your voice unwavering despite the weight of uncertainty lingering in the air.

Your mother regarded you with a mixture of pride and resignation, her lips curling into a reluctant smile. "I know, darling," she replied, her tone softening with understanding. "You are also Aegon's favorite, hell, you are also your sisters' favorite. I know your marriage will be one filled with love and adoration. At least you will be surrounded by love and adoration," she added, her words infused with a hint of teasing.

With a final hug and kiss on the cheek, your mother bid you farewell, her footsteps fading into the distance as she made her way to check on your sisters. Left alone in the quiet of your chamber, you took a moment to reflect on the journey that had led you to this moment, the memories of laughter and tears shared with Aegon and your sisters flooding your mind.

As you finished adjusting your hair and tiara, a sense of calm settled over you, a quiet confidence bolstered by the love that bound you to your family. Just as you were about to leave for the ceremony, the door to your chamber creaked open, and Rhaenys entered, resplendent in her bridal attire.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her beauty rivaling that of the stars themselves. "Oh, (Y/N), sweet sister, you look absolutely breathtaking," Rhaenys exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration as she approached you.

Returning her smile, you reached out to take her hand, the bond between you unspoken yet palpable. "And you, Rhaenys, you are the picture of elegance and grace," you replied, your voice filled with affection. "Today is a day for celebration, a day for love to shine bright."

Rhaenys squeezed your hand gently, her gaze filled with warmth. "Indeed it is, my dear sister," she murmured, her words a whispered promise of the joy that awaited you both. With one final glance in the mirror, you linked arms with Rhaenys, ready to take your first steps towards a future filled with love, laughter, and the unbreakable bond of marriage. 

Your father's presence at the entrance of the meeting hall brought a sense of solemnity to the occasion, his dignified demeanor a testament to the gravity of the moment. As he extended his hands to both you and Rhaenys, his words carried the weight of a father's blessing and protection. "My darling daughters, you look lovely, the three of you," he remarked, his voice tinged with pride. "I hope that Aegon treats you right, I will make sure of it."

With a gentle kiss on each of your foreheads, your father's reassurance provided a sense of comfort amidst the swirling emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. Visenya, ever the stalwart presence, took his right hand, her expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of determination. You clasped his left hand tightly, drawing strength from the unwavering support of your family, while Rhaenys mirrored your actions on the other side.

As the doors to the hall swung open, revealing Aegon standing at the end of the aisle, a rush of anticipation coursed through your veins. His presence, framed by the soft glow of torchlight, exuded a quiet strength and determination, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on you. Beside him stood a traditional Targaryen priest, a figure of solemn authority presiding over the union that would forever alter the course of your lives.

Aegon's smile, radiant and full of genuine affection, melted away any lingering doubts or fears, leaving only the certainty of your love for one another. In that moment, as he gazed upon you with a mixture of adoration and reverence, you knew that this was where you were meant to be—by his side, bound together by the ties of love and destiny.

His glance flickered briefly to Rhaenys, his smile widening as he beheld the sight of his two beloved sisters, their beauty illuminated by the flickering torchlight. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, a moment of pure joy and happiness amidst the tumult of the world outside.

As you began the slow procession down the aisle, each step bringing you closer to your shared future with Aegon, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. You could see your four dragons flying in the distance through the windows. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever trials you would face, you knew that together, as a family, you would overcome them all. And as you reached the end of the aisle, where Aegon stood waiting to claim you as his bride. 

“Hi, sunfire.” He gave you a quick kiss in the cheeck, then gave one to your other two sisters. 

The priest began the ceremony, “Īlon derēbagon kesīr naejot presence se union rȳ bisa izula dubys, bounded already ondoso ānogar, aderī naejot sagon elēnar ondoso iā kivio, iā kivio hen jorrāelagon, pazavorve se eternal union (We gather here to presence the union between this four sibling, bounded already by blood, soon to be tide by a promise, a promise of love, loyalty and eternal union.)”He looked directly at Aegon, “Gaomagon ao aegon kivigon naejot mīsagon, naejot cherish, naejot sagon pazavor se naejot jorrāelagon, Visenya, Rhaenys se (Y/N)? (Do you Aegon swear to protect, to cherish, to be loyal and to love, Visenya, Rhaenys and (Y/N)?” 

“Gaoman (I do.)” Aegon said solemnly. “Nyke kivio naejot jorrāelagon ao se naejot cherish se hāre hen ao, naejot mīsagon ao se naejot tepagon ao everything ao could mirre lēda syt.  Naejot tepagon ao ñuha rudhy, se ñuha future hae emagon nyke given ao ñuha. (I promise to love you and to cherish the three of you, to protect you and to give you everything you could ever with for. To give you my present, and my future as have I given you my past.)” You could not contain your tears of joy. 

The priest then looked at you and your sisters. “Do se hāre hen ao mazōregon aegon se each tolie hae valzȳrys se ābrazȳrys.  Naejot share iā ābrar hēnkirī hae equals, se naejot jorrāelagon each tolie se daor mērī siblings yn jorrāelagon? (Do the three of you accept Aegon and each other as husband and wife. To share a life together as equals, and to love each other and not only siblings but lovers?)” 

The three of you answer at the same time, “Gaoman (I do)”. 

“Sīr sir tolī se jaes uēpys hen valeria nyke pronounce ao valzȳrys se wives, kostā vūjigon each tolie. (So now after the old gods of Valeria I pronounce you husband and wives, you may kiss each other.)” 

Aegon kissed Visenya first, a short and sweet kiss, then he kissed Rhaenys, he took his time kissing her, it was a deeper and more sensual kiss, lastly he kissed you, it was a kiss filled with love and adoration, filled with promise and devotion. After the kiss he murmured in your hear, “My sweet sister, my sunfire, I will love you for eternity.” 

Now you sheared a kiss with Visenya, it was also short as the one she shared with Aegon, but she flashed you a smile. The kiss you shared with Rhaenys was a playful and lovely, you had share many kisses with both Aegon and Rhaenys, behind closed doors, sneaking on the hallways of Dragonstone, during late nights spent together in secret, exploring each others bodies, some times the three of you, some times you and Rhaenys together, but mostly you and Aegon. But this kisses, this kisses between the four of you meant a new beginning. The dragon had four heads now. 

[asoiafland]

THE LADY OF THE SUN

(Conquerors x Fem! Martell OC)

Princess Ellaria Martell, the Princess of Dorne and Lady of Sunspear, ascended the throne of Dorne at the age of sixteen, she was the youngest daughter of Prince Mors Martell, but she was his only surviving child, Ellaria had 5 older brothers and 4 older sisters, four of her brothers had died in a war between Dorne and Reach, then a disease struck Dorne, especially the capital, Sunspear, killing her sisters and her only surviving brother, leaving her as the heir to the throne. Now she is 22 and her world will change completely when a messenger arrives with a letter from the last dragonlords in the world, a warning of war.

[aphroditelovesu]

Hey, can you do a Yan!Visenya and Yan!Rhaenys Targaryen prompt where the reader is Rhaenys' twin and is very innocent. Both sisters are romantic yanderes for him (Aegon aswell but only platonic for him). Where reader wants to take a lover/mistress and Visenya and Rhaenys protests against it.

[8] "Nobody else can love you the way I love you. I would do anything to prove that to you."

[20] "I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again."

[28] "Every part of me belongs to you, and I will do anything to have every part of you with me."

(You can put it in any order you want.)

Prompt [8] - "Nobody else can love you the way I love you. I would do anything to prove that to you." Prompt [20] - "I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again." Prompt [28] - "Every part of me belongs to you, and I will do anything to have every part of you with me."

❝🔥 tw: typical Targaryen incest and perhaps a little suggestive.

❝🔥 word count: 1,552.

— note: the image/art does not belong to me and all credits to its creator. Unfortunately, I couldn't find its creator, but if you're reading this and want your credits or it removed, contact me.

''I want a lover.''

Visenya choked on the wine she was drinking, Rhaenys froze, and Aegon frowned.

''How so?'' Visenya demanded after she managed to swallow the wine. You looked at her who looked at you like you were crazy.

''I want a lover.'' You repeated, sipping some wine.

''Why?'' The words that came out of your older sister's mouth were like poison.

You shrugged and sighed loudly, ''Because I want one and wish to have some fun. Why does anyone else have a lover?'' You replied as if it were obvious, but Visenya's violet eyes flashed with fury.

''You won't do such thing.'' She ordered, looking to the others for support.

''You don't give me orders.'' You said sharply, getting up from the table where you were having dinner with your sisters and brother.

''Where are you going?'' Rhaenys wanted to know. You looked at your twin, who crossed her arms.

''Fly with my dragon.'' You replied and without waiting for answers, you left the dining room.

Visenya looked at her younger sibilings who looked unsure what to do. At least Aegon didn't know what to do, Rhaenys was strangely silent.

''So?'' She asked no one in particular. She looked at Aegon who raised his hands in surrender.

''What?'' He muttered, taking a piece of bread.

Visenya took a deep breath.

''We can't let (Y/N) have a lover.'' Rhaenys replied, her pretty face twisted into a grimace.

Aegon rolled his eyes, ''And why not? It's not like he's going to get married and leave Dragonstone. It's just a little fun.''

His sisters looked at him like he was insane. This angered Aegon, who just got up from the table.

''Where do you think you're going?'' Visenya questioned. ''We're not done talking.''

Aegon smirked, ''It's over for me. And if you want to know, I'm going to join our brother. It's been a while since Balerion and I have flown.'' With that said, Aegon withdrew from the dining room, leaving Visenya and Rhaenys alone.

''Our brother will not take a lover.'' Visenya decreed and Rhaenys agreed. ''He's very innocent and, I'm sorry to say, naive at times. Who knows what this lover could do to him?''

Rhaenys nodded and drank a glass of water, ''Agreed. Besides, he doesn't need one, not when he has me.''

Visenya thought for a while. You didn't need a lover, not when you already had her and, apparently, Rhaenys. It's nothing new that she had feelings for you, although you didn't know it. She wanted to become your wife, following your family's customs, but she feared that would not happen.

She was the eldest and Aegon was second. Traditionally, she would marry Aegon and Rhaenys would marry with you. She didn't like that, though. She liked Aegon, but she didn't love him the way she loved you.

She couldn't help but feel jealous of Rhaenys.

''What are we going to do?'' Rhaenys asked, snapping her older sister out of her reverie.

Visenya arched an eyebrow, and Rhaenys sighed.

''I will not and cannot allow my brother, my twin I might add, to get involved with anyone. He's mine.'' Rhaenys spoke sharply and that surprised her sister. Rhaenys's voice was always so sweet and gentle and the tone she used was nothing like her usual self.

''Yours?'' Visenya asked, amused.

Rhaenys stared at her sister with an icy glare, ''Yes. Mine. He is my future husband and my twin brother, so I believe I am entitled to claim him as mine.''

Visenya's face formed a frown.

''But,'' Rhaenys began, ''I know you're in love with him and I don't want there to be a fight between us, sister. So I propose a deal.''

''What kind of deal?'' Visenya asked suspiciously.

Rhaenys smirked, "One where we'll both get what we want."

Your flight had been pleasant. You loved flying and you loved your dragon, two perfect combinations.

''Are you really going to take a lover?'' You turned your head to your brother who now walked beside you back to Dragonstone.

''I think so.'' You shrugged, ''Is it that bad?''

Now it was Aegon's turn to shrug, ''I wouldn't say bad, just... Unusual.''

''Why? You have a mistress, brother.''

''Yes, but that's different.''

''Oh? And why?''

''Because I don't have Visenya and Rhaenys in love with me.''

You froze, stopping in your tracks instantly. You turned to Aegon like a bolt of lightning.

''What?!''

Aegon chuckled, "Didn't you notice? Seriously?''

You shook your head, too shocked to speak.

''You are very innocent, brother. How do you intend to have a lover when our sisters are so in love with you? And, dare I say, possessive.''

''I...'' You didn't know what to say. You cleared your throat, ''Doesn't that bother you? You should marry Visenya.''

''No, it doesn't bother me.'' Aegon replied, starting to walk again. You took a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts, and ran to catch up.

''What should I do?''

''Whatever you think is best.'' Aegon simply replied and when you entered the castle where you lived, he turned to you and said, ''I'm going to go get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow.''

You stood still for a few minutes, watching your brother turn his back on you. When he disappeared from your field of vision, you decided to go bath and go to sleep. You could think about what to do tomorrow.

Knowing what you wanted, you made your way to your room and when you entered, you were surprised to see your sisters in it.

Visenya sitting in a chair and Rhaenys lying on your bed.

Both dressed in a thin nightgown that showed more than needed to be seen.

''Welcome back, brother.'' Rhaenys smiled at you.

You crossed your arms and took a few steps back as Visenya rose from her chair and walked over to you.

She chuckled when you pulled away and cocked her head to the side, ''Scared?''

''I would say worried.'' You replied, not knowing what to do. ''What are you doing here?''

Rhaenys has decided to get out of bed and approach you. Soon you found yourself cornered by your sisters.

''We've come to make sure you don't take a lover.'' She replied and smiled, ''Because nobody else can love you the way I love you,'' Rhaenys put her soft hands on your face, forcing you to looking at her, ''and I would do anything to prove that to you.''

''We.'' Visenya corrected and you swallowed hard when you saw the determined look on her face. ''Can't you see how much I love you?''

''We.'' This time it was Rhaenys who corrected.

Visenya gave her an irritated look, but then focused on you. Your hands were sweating when she pushed you against the door.

''Can't you see that we belong to each other?'' She whispered against your lips, ''Can't you see that every part of me belongs to you?'' Visenya's breath against your lips was hot and you felt an involuntary desire rise within yourself. ''And I will do anything to have every part of you with me.''

She finally broke the distance and forced hers lips on yours.

You groaned in surprise but didn't pull away. You allowed her to kiss you. Visenya wrapped her arms around your neck, bringing her body closer to you and you blushed when you felt her breasts against your chest. You placed your hands on her waist, squeezing lightly.

''I don't know whether to be happy or jealous.'' Rhaenys commented after you and Visenya parted.

''How about both?'' Visenya muttered breathlessly. She pulled back a little and licked her lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

Rhaenys rolled her eyes and pushed her sister aside, standing in front of you.

''You know, (Y/N), it's unfair that she's the one who tasted you first. After all, you and I share the same womb at the same time.'' She grumbled and touched your cheek lovingly.

You can't help but to close your eye at the affection.

''Do you know I would do anything for you?'' Rhaenys whispered, ''You are my twin brother, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again.'' She declared and closed her eyes, waiting for you to kiss her.

Against your better judgment, you kissed her.

Rhaenys blushed and returned the kiss passionately and softly. Her lips were soft and you found yourself enjoying all the love she had to give you. Your hands went to her face and you deepened the kiss, your tongues touching Rhaenys hugged you, touching your bodies and you could feel how hot her body was.

You found yourself enjoying all the love your sisters had to give you. Maybe it wasn't bad after all.

You loved them and they loved you. And you were a Targaryen, there's nothing wrong with that.

[valyriians]

I’m not sure if this is how you put requests in, so I’m sorry if this is wrong lol. But i was wondering would u mind writing a Visenya Targaryen x fem reader? Cause I see in most fics it’s a lot of stuff on Aegon and Rhaenys and I feel like our girl Visenya needs some love. I don’t really have a story in mind I’d just love to see her protective and possessive over us while also maintaining a friendship with Aegon and Rhaenys, if makes sense. Like we all get along, but we’re her girl and she’s gonna make it known lol. I hope it makes sense and I hope ur doing well author 🫶

Beauty and the Dragon.

Visenya Targaryen x fem!reader, arryn!reader.

summary: reader is basically sharra arryn but spicier.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: reader is a mom, non canon aegon i, smut, mention of reader being a prize.

You were known as the Flower of the Mountain, Y/n Arryn. You ruled in your son's name as Queen Regent in the Vale and the Mountains

When you received the news of the dragons from the south you had a worried look on your face, the Eyrie was defensible from the ground but in the sky, it was vulnerable. 

You were scared, who would not be? A dragon could bring death and destruction to everything that the sky looms over. You ordered every one of your bannermen and advisors to raise defences and be prepared to defend the Vale. 

You were with your advisors when the whole castle was shaken by a monstrous roar that could be heard from miles away. 

‘’Where is my son?’’ you asked.

‘’WHERE IS HE?!’’ you shouted while running out of the room watching the people get up on their feet after the incident.

When you arrived at the throne room you saw your young son in the lap of a golden-silver-haired woman who was adorned in silver chain mail with a beautiful valyrian steel sword by her side.

She looked breathtaking, ethereal and elegant but also fierce and confident. You looked up at her with a glistening gleam in your eye.

The woman shifted her gaze from the young king to you and the two of you held eye contact which felt like a lifetime, her eyes were those of a beautiful purple which complimented her stern features.

‘’Who are you, release my son at once!’’ you exclaimed.

‘’Forgive me for the entrance I made but surely you must know that I needed to make an impression.’’ The woman said while looking playing with the young boy king.

‘’My name is Visenya Targaryen, eldest child of Lord Aerion Targaryen and Lady Valaena Velaryon of Dragonstone, sister to Ageon the Dragon.’’

‘’Let go of my sons’’ you said.

‘’I have no means to harm your son, come walk with me.’’ Visenya gestured for them to walk into the courtyard.

You walked with them outside where Visenya was holding the young king and babbling some stuff to him.

‘’If you don’t mean to harm us, why are you here?’’ you asked while looking closely at your son.

‘’Well, I will have to inflict some harm if you do not surrender the Vale and Mountains to me and my brother.’’ Visenya said while looking at you. 

‘’As I see it, you are only a force of, one man and with a simple nod of my head I could have my archers let a hundred arrows fly.’’ you said.

‘’Could you now?’’ Visenya said and then the ground rumbled that was followed by a roar and from the sky descended a formidable green dragon that landed by Visenyas side.

The dragon was beautiful.

Some of the archers fled while others laid down their bows and shook in terror.

‘’Mama look at the dagon’’ the young boy king said to his mother, clearly not afraid of the large beast that was beside him.

‘’DRA-gon, little one.’’ Visenya said as she put him down on the ground.

You saw your son's face lit up and crouched down to hug your son. You looked at your son, then the dragon and lastly at Visenya who stroked the dragon's snout. 

‘’I willingly surrender my son's crown, the Vale and the Mountains and all its treasures to you, on the condition that you will let my son live.’’

Visenya looked at you with a sympathetic look.

‘’Of course, your son will live, as will you.’’ Visenya said.

‘’I thank you’’ you bowed to her.

‘’I will be staying here, my brother and sister will be coming soon and we will make our journey North, perhaps you might indulge me with stories of the North, or the Vale and its so-called… treasures.’’ she winked at you, clearly into you but not making it to obvious.

‘’We shall have a feast prepared in your honour’’ you said while she mounted Vhagar with your son because she promised him a flight on Vhagar.

—

Two huge dragons arrived, one black as night and the other silver as the moon, they landed outside the Bloody Gate and arrived at the Eyrie where you were waiting with Visenya.

You saw how majestic the man and his sister, the younger one, were a great beauty. They truly were destined for something great and were going to achieve it.

‘’Brother’’ Visenya said.

‘’Dear sister.’’ he replied.

‘’Lady Arryn.’’ he shifted his gaze toward you and took your hand and kissed it. ‘’The poets did not lie, you are indeed very beautiful.’’

‘’Welcome to the Vale, my Lord, you flatter me’’ you replied, with a certain scared voice.

Rhaenys greeted you and she was very excited about the Eyrie. 

—

The feast began and it was a big one, music was played and people danced to greet their new lord. It was also ideal for the bannermen to meet their new lord.

Rhaenys was chatting with some lords and ladies about her dragon and tales of Dragonstone. 

‘’So, Lady Arryn, how long have you ruled here?’’ Aegon asks.

‘’Well for about seven years, my son ascended the throne when my husband died.’’ you reply.

‘’You have not re-married? I’m sure a score of men would love to have you beside them.’’ He chuckles but Visenya shut him down quickly.

‘’She has no need for a man, from what I have seen Lady Y/n has done an admirable job ruling the Vale.’’ You give Visenya a smile.

—

When the night came closing in, you retired to your chambers after visiting your son and you ran into Visenya, she had just returned from a flight.

Her hair when it was all worn out from the flight made her look amazing, the sweat from her ride, the way she pulled off her gloves and adjusted her clothes. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t make you feel something.

‘’I was wondering if you might educate me on the King in the North, Stark is he not?’’ she says to you while panting.

‘’It’s getting late, Lady Visenya.’’ you said but she caressed your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

Her lips tasted like lavender and cherries, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in closer.

You were feeling confused but were also so drawn to her, you wanted her, and you needed her badly so you also grabbed her.

You led her to your chambers where you undressed each other while kissing in between. 

She pushed you onto the bed and began leaving wet kisses on your stomach while you were naked and vulnerable beneath her. Her hands were constantly on your body.

She moved down to your core and put your legs over her shoulders, she started licking your folds while moving up her pace as you panted and moaned with the sound of pleasure.

Her hot breath on your naked body sent chills down your spine and you felt like you could see stars. 

The two of you went like this for hours and then you hear a knock on the door, terrified but curious who it might be, it could be your son or just a servant informing you about something.

You started collecting yourselves until Visenya caught your wrist.

‘’Lay here darling, I’ll handle this.’’ she said with dominance in her voice.

‘’No wait-’’ you protested.

‘’Quiet’’

Visenya walked to the door, half naked with only her long hair covering her chest with not a single care in the world. She opened the door and greeted her brother.

‘’Well well, what are you doing here?’’ she asked.

‘’I would ask you the same thing.’’ Aegon replies.

‘’Enjoying the spoils of war, I do enjoy my prize quite well and I do not plan on sharing them.’’ She said, clearly having the upper hand.

‘’I only came to bid the Lady goodnight, I shall see you on the morrow, sister.’’ He replied.

‘’I might be late, for I have much to do this night.’’ She replied.

—

The morning arrived and you woke up next to Visenya staring at you, admiring the numerous love spots she painted on your body. She caressed your hair and admired your naked figure in the messy sheets.

‘’I don’t want you to leave.’’ you say.

‘’I will be back before you know it darling.’’ she says while getting dressed.

You help her with her chainmail and fix up her hair nicely. Always giving her a few kisses in between.

—

When the three siblings were about to depart for the harsh North you were there to bid them farewell and good fortune.

You first spoke with Aegon as he walked up to you while putting on his gloves.

‘’We thank you for your hospitality Lady Arryn, it was an honour meeting one so beautiful as yourself.’’ he tells you.

‘’The honour is mine my King.’’ you bow to him and for the first time address him as King.

Rhaenys then hugged you goodbye and smiled at you and your son.

‘’My Queen.’’ you bowed to her.

‘’My Queen.’’ again to Visenya who looked at you with lustful eyes. 

‘’From this day, the Arryns will hold the position as Wardens of the East and Defenders of the Vale. Starting with the first Warden of the East who is Lady Y/n Arryn.’’ Visenya proclaimed to the audience who came to bid them farewell. She gained loud applause from the crowd.

Aegon walked over to Visenya and grabbed her arm.

‘’What do you think you’re doing?!’’ he asked his sister.

‘’Relax dear brother.’’ she said while shuffling from her brother's grip.

‘’After all, you said that it is an honour to meet one so beautiful, and I would hate to see her talents of ruling go to waste.’’ She said while holding your cheek.

‘’So beautiful indeed.’’ She whispered and then kissed you with passion in front of Aegon and Rhaenys, Aegon looked at her with jealousy while Rhaenys smiled.

‘’I shall be back.’’ she said to you.

‘’I will await for you, my Queen.’’ you said while holding her hand.

—

The dragon Vhagar flew numerous times to the Eyrie after King Aegon Targaryen the first of his name was crowned and it is said that Lady Arryn and Queen Visenya spent more nights than King Aegon did with Rhaenys.

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[howyouloveyourdragon]

alpha visenya targaryen decides to have a child with an omega lady of lower house since she and aegon the conqueror struggle so much to have children together. Headcanons or another format if that is what you prefer.

thank you anon! i found this concept really interesting :) when my requests are open again, feel free to send a follow up request, i'd love to answer it <3

pronouns: she/her warnings: possessive behaviour, mentions of misogyny, nsfw section divider: firefly-graphics

Visenya and Aegon had been trying for what felt like centuries and neither party particularly enjoyed their performance in duty

when Aenys is born she and her brother-husband make an agreement

they will affirm her position and she will take a wife of her own–she favours women anyway and so they will perform their duties to their house separately

they married out of duty, not of desire, they both knew this

so her search begins, inviting all houses with omega children across the seven kingdoms to celebrations over six moons time

however it is when the last moon passes that she finally find you, but she's certain you are worth the wait

her eyes dart across the room until a scent both familiar and foreign infiltrates her nose and she has to flutter her eyes for a second to take in the exquisite smell

her eyes flash back open on you as your modest frame curtsies before a lord and she growls, rising from her seat and gliding gracefully toward you

she flickers her eyes across your face, you have pulled your expression that is both firm but timid–you must be from House Humble

that almost deters her but the longing in her moves her feet faster than her mind can act.

she clears her throat to garner your attention and bites back her grin when your own eyes sparkle with surprise

"My Queen," You greet with a stumbling curtsy–she holds back her excitement, not wanting to scare you off too quickly

"My lady," She returns with stiff shoulders and a graceful bow of her head, you flush at the attention. "might you walk with me? I hear you are from the Ironlands, perhaps you would like to see our prosperous soils." she's uncomfortable and you can tell but your mouth hangs agape before your guardian's warm hand prods at the middle of your back and you jolt back to attention. You nod. "Yes, my Queen." She returns the gesture and this time lets the sharp tilt to her mouth wink at you

Visenya extends her arm much like her brother had done before and watched as your tentative one linked into it

she marvels at the strength of your brow and the small scars dotting along your skin–a lady fit for a Queen indeed

"do you know why my brother and I have asked you and your family here?" she asks and you tilt your head. "I am looking for a wife." your eyes widen and a cough resounds in your throat

you quickly make attempt to excuse your behaviour but she only tuts and slides her hand under your chin, circling the space between your chin and jaw gently

"My good lady, do not leave me so soon," she purrs "Your Queen demands your presence." Her gaze follows the movement of your lips and she takes great pleasure in the way your breath hitches. She pans her head coyly. "Would you like to be my pretty darling wife, my lady? For me to lavish you in riches and fruits you have never seen?" when you soften for her, a rumbling gears in her heart

she squeezes your flesh gently and when your gaze remains as steel as iron staring into hers, she knows you're just the one she wants

she grins when you agree and leads you back into a large hall to announce the news

everyone is shocked and especially as no one was told the reason for this ball being held

and then your guardian/s bow low, one knee down, and the rest of your family follow after them

she takes you as her wife and smothers you with affection once you are safely being the doors of your new marital chambers

when you finally get pregnant she's so proud that she shows you off at every opportunity, balls, meetings and anything else she likes to parade you around

NSFW

Visenya is definitely more of a dominant partner

i think she would enjoy a power play where you both battle a bit for the dominant role but she will win even if it means playing with bondage as well

she does reward you however for being her perfect wife, eating you out until you're screaming of overstimulation

her favourite thing about you in bed is how vocal you are, if you try to stay quiet, she'll punish you for it

kinky as hell, game for anything, probably founded half of the kinks in westeros

i think she'd be into light bondage but prefers when she can have your body squirming and thrusting against her

she likes power and brat play so expect a little degredation but she'd never say anything to intentionally hurt your feeling and she's always very calculated in her words

if you say you're not into something she won't push for it

her favourite thing is to finger you and talk about you with her child

after so long trying for a baby and being unsuccessful she's ecstatic to start afresh and with this new life, she has a bit of a breeding kink

she loves fingering you because of the cute way your face scrunches up as you whine

her thrusts always follow a pattern of long long long short short long etc but sometimes she likes to surprise you

she herself isn't especially vocal because she doesn't like being seen as vulnerable but she will slowly open up throughout the development of your marriage

surprisingly not into spanking however, she'd much rather find her punishments in edging you right before an important meeting or event

her favourite thing for you to call her in bed is your conqueror, she likes to think that she has consumed you body and soul

when you eventually get pregnant her sexual prowess only gets stronger and you can barely leave the bed, she takes you in every physical way possible

[aemondslefteyeball]

Let's Have a Satanic Orgy!

[Visenya Targaryen x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Degradation, spit, slapping, spanking, lots of sacrilege, general blanket warning for lots and lots of sacrilege, choking, implied gore]

[Summary: A heteronormative, Gods-fearing Westerosi family navigates life in a world rife with temptation and sin!]

(Tbh I think this is the most fun thing I've written so far this might turn into a series idk. Title comes from this song, please support the band they’re both super cool)

Word Count: 2.9K

Maegor & the Meaning of Friendship

Raising children is hard. Raising your lover’s child is harder, especially when he’s an unholy, incestuous abomination borne of a lesbian’s blood magic. And that leads to predicaments such as the one you found yourself in right now. Little Maegor was napping happy as a lamb while he levitated two feet above his crib. You had just got him back down. Sighing before tiptoeing your way around the defense glyphs on the floor, you reached your hands under the sleeping child as gently as you could before lowering him to the bed. That was the exact moment violet eyes snapped open and demonic wails rang through one of the few completed towers. Sighing, you shushed him as you bounced Maegor on one hip, grabbing his favorite ceremonial toy dagger. When the toy did little to appease him, you cleared your throat. 

“Hush little darling,

Dream of pain.

Screaming, brimstone, blood in rain.

But if those Riverlands don’t burn, 

Momma’s gonna turn them into an urn.” 

The child smiled as his head lolled back onto your shoulder. He dropped the dagger, but you bid a shadow to catch it before the clatter woke him again. He was growing by the day, and it was apparently starting to become an issue for his wet nurses. You regenerated two pairs of nipples this week alone. And that was nothing compared to the first time Maegor discovered what teeth could do and you spent a week trying to revive his Septa until giving up and binding her soul to a child’s doll that now sat untouched in the corner of his room. Sighing, you made a mental note to go through which bound souls he did and didn’t play with so you could release the ones he ignored. As you tiptoed back over the sigils in the floor, you grabbed a pouch of hangman’s ash from the interior of your dress and sprinkled it over the line you had broken upon entering the room. Closing the door after you, you crept along the shadows through the keep until arriving at the yard. Empty. She’s running herself too thin. Visenya hadn’t been arriving at your shared chambers until after the hour of the owl most nights. But you didn’t mind, the night had always been to your liking, and nights with her were nothing short of perfect. Lateness be damned. When her last haunt turned up empty, you frowned. The only other finished parts of the castle were the kitchens and the Sept. It was decidedly…unlike her to be there but worst case scenario she wouldn’t be there and you could just make another Septon piss himself. To your surprise, Visenya stood before the altar and took in the effigies of six gods. “I’ve always found it strange that they never worship the only God of theirs that’s actually real.” 

Visenya turned around at the purr of your voice, a dark chuckle escaping her lips. “And yet the farce drones on. But appearances must be maintained.” Gliding to meet her at the altar, you smiled when your love pulled you in for a kiss. With a flick of your hand, the heavy wooden doors slammed shut, and you bit into Visenya’s lip hard enough to draw blood. She moaned when your tongue probed at the cut, and you pulled away for a brief second. 

“Do you know what our son has been up to?” Your arms came to rest on the blonde’s broad shoulders, pressing the curve of your chest into her. 

Visenya grunted as she pivoted so the back of your thighs was flush with the altar. “There are other things on my mind.” A wicked grin split your lover’s face as her rough hands dropped to your thighs, pulling your weight out from under you as she pushed you back onto the altar. 

You let out a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her as you stumbled back. “Like maintaining appearances?” 

A dark look flashed across Visenya’s face, and she tenderly lifted your arms from her shoulders. She took care to press gentle kisses along your wrists, locking eye contact with you before she pulled her belt off and bound your wrists with it. A single finger tilted your chin up, a predatory look on the Queen’s face. “Appearances will be kept, in public.” Her thumb stroked softly at your jaw as your gaze came back to focus on the dribble of blood from Visenya’s lower lip. “But since there isn’t an audience here,” She almost sounded disappointed, even if her better instincts told her otherwise. “You are going to be a good girl and help me defile this.” The words were spoken in a soft coo, with a razor’s edge beneath it. Visenya placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before she shoved you onto your back. “Hands above your head. Don’t move them.” She didn’t wait for you to adjust yourself, her hands rising to the neckline of your dress and promptly tearing the lace. 

“Hey!” You let out an indignant huff.

“Shut up.” When you opened your mouth to retort, she brought a hand down to slap at your exposed breast, the peak stiffening. “If you complain again, you’ll be returning to our chambers naked.” Your lover's hand wandered over your torso, and you arched your back into her touch. A smug look pulled across Visenya’s features as she rolled your nipple between her fingers, her mouth pulling the other in. A bolt of heat jolted to your core as her tongue stroked your nipple, clenching around nothing as you let a breathy moan escape you. Teeth pulled gently at the peak, as her fingers pinched at the other. Her moan vibrated against your flesh, lavishing your breast before slapping the other once more. Satisfied, she released your nipple with a wet pop and flicked her feral gaze up to you. Methodically, her hand rose until two fingers rested against your bottom lip. Opening your mouth, you flicked your tongue across her fingers, wetting the digits thoroughly before pressing a kiss on her fingertips. Visenya’s fingers dug into your thigh hard enough to leave bruises, while she brought the other to brush against your lower lips. Light as a feather, her touch never lingered against your skin for longer than a few moments. You clenched your jaw shut, knowing that she would only prolong the teasing if you complained about it. Fingertips grazed closer and closer to your center, and when you started bucking your hips to try and meet them, her other hand pressed your hips down flat into the altar. 

You finally shot her a pleading look, stilling your movements. “Please, my Queen.” 

A wild grin pulled across Visenya’s features, her fingertips circling your bud as you moaned. “All you had to do was ask.” She cooed again, her tone condescending. By now you should be used to begging her for what you wanted, but it wasn’t something that came naturally. Your abdominal muscles tensed as she continued the lazy pace on your bud. Hooded eyes opened to meet her fiery gaze, and her left hand traversed up your torso, coming to rest under your jaw. “Open.” When your lips parted you were rewarded with the pace on your bud quickening, a soft whine escaping you before Visenya spat into your mouth. Pushing your mouth closed and watching you swallow, her thumb tenderly brushed against your lip for a moment before her expression stilled. Her hand was pulled away from your face, and you mourned the loss of contact before the sting bloomed across your cheek. Visenya waited for you to look back at her before her hand cracked across your face again. “Never talk back to me.” She cooed, lowering her fingers to prod at your entrance, but refusing to give you what you need. “I thought by now you would know your place.” She continued as the hand that struck you came to rest on your throat. “And what is that, precisely?” Before you could answer, her fingers squeezed against the sides of your throat. Visenya chuckled darkly as you clenched uselessly around her digits. 

“Your whore.” The wheeze was barely audible, and your lover squeezed your throat harder. 

Visenya knit her eyebrows together in false concern. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear that.” She murmured. You tried again, but the words were muffled once more. Heat shot to your core as you writhed uselessly against the queen, tears pricking at your eyes. “Nope, still nothing, I’m afraid.” She said with a mocking sigh, finally releasing her grip. 

“Your whore.” You gasped out with the first breath you could suck in, a pleased smile tugging at Visenya’s sculpted face. Two fingers pushed into you suddenly, and you moaned at the fullness. Visenya didn’t give you a chance to adjust, her pace punishing as she curved her fingers into the rough spot that made your vision go blurry. Your teeth dug into your lower lip as you strained against the leather binding your hands. Heat was building in your lower abdomen, your muscles being pulled ever tenser at her continued ministrations. “May I cum?” Visenya quickened her pace, and your hips rolled to meet her actions. Bringing her thumb up to stroke your bud, tension built ever higher in your gut.

“No.” The reply came lovingly whispered, and you knit your eyebrows together, closing your eyes. 

“Please.” You begged, opening your eyes once more to lock with hers as you desperately tried to hold in the wave of pleasure that was about to break within you. 

Visenya looked annoyed, and pulled her fingers out of you at once, slapping your core before shooting you a hard glare. She wrenched you to your feet before promptly bending you over the altar and tearing the remains of your dress off your body. Her fingers laced into your hair and she pulled back until you were looking at her. “Five.” She said simply, untangling her fingers from your hair and pushing your hips into the marble before her hand cracked against your exposed ass. A second later a second one came to the other cheek. 

“One.” You moaned out, slick leaking out onto the altar as your lover gently rubbed the reddened flesh. 

Visenya’s hand cracked out against your skin two more times. “Two.” 

The blonde tutted approvingly behind you, the hand on your hip rubbing gentle circles as she rained the next few blows onto you. Visenya breathed raggedly, while you savored the feeling of her hot skin against yours. When the last blow fell, you took a second to catch your breath. “Five.” Pressing into her touch, you let the silence hang between you two for a second longer. “Thank you, my Queen.” 

Visenya pulled back, taking a step back from the altar. Her deft hands moved to undo the laces of her breeches. “Is a little gratitude so difficult?” She mused, her pants dropping before she carefully stepped out of them. “On your knees.” You dropped immediately, holding your hands up so that Visenya could undo the belt. Afterward, your hands raised to your lover’s smallclothes and you waited for an approving nod before pulling them down. Visenya stepped out of them and promptly hooked her thigh over your shoulder. Pressing a soft kiss to her bundle, you relished the way her fingers tightened in your hair. Your tongue darted out to taste her, and she let out a low moan. Swirling your tongue around her bud, you dropped your face so that your nose ground into her clit while your tongue pressed into her entrance. You moaned at her taste, and Visenya tensed against you at the vibrations, her hips rolling against your face. Slick coated your chin as you continued to tonguefuck your Queen, her moans heady as she ground against your face. “Fingers.” Visenya commanded, and you nodded before coating two in her slick and pushing them into her. “Fuck.” The blonde groaned as she clenched around your fingers. "Such a good little whore for me." You merely started thrusting them into her, drunken off the sound of her building moans and harsh words. When you prodded the rough spot behind her pelvis, Visenya’s movements grew erratic. She rode your face without abandon, her fingers white-knuckling your hair as she squeezed yours. You didn’t stop after her moans hit a crescendo, your fingers continuing at the bruising pace she loved. You lapped up every drop of her cum, licking it off your lips when she finally pulled you away from her core. Visenya looked so fucking beautiful like this, her silver hair frizzing around her face and her heavy-lidded eyes staring down at you lovingly. She closed her violet irises for a few moments longer, lips parted as she caught her breath. When her eyes opened again, they were once more darkened with lust. She pulled you to your feet before pushing you back against the altar. This time she turned you so you lay along the length of the marble, and she crawled up after you, coming to settle between your parted legs. Her hot breath teased against your throbbing core, slick coating your thighs as she pressed her lips to them. Her tongue darted out to taste your essence, looking up at you with a dark look in her eyes before she bit into your thigh. You grunted in pain, another wave of arousal shooting through you as Visenya released you. Pressing a kiss to the burning flesh, she finally swiped her tongue across you, spreading your slick around with a deft tongue. She didn’t wait a moment longer before feasting on you like a starved woman, her lips pressing around your button before she sucked on it and slipped a finger into you. Your heels dug into the marble as you writhed against her touch, wild moans filling the sept. In response, she slid another finger into you and increased the pace, her eyes wild as she drove herself into you. 

When the heat started to build in your gut once more you reached out to hold the hand that she had rested on your hip, and squeezed it lightly. “May I please cum?” You whimpered, arched against the cool marble. Visenya hummed approvingly against you, her fingers quickening as your orgasm came crashing over you. Every muscle in your body tensed as you clenched impossibly tight around your lover’s fingers, hips rolling as you moaned out Visenya’s name incoherently. She didn’t let up until you had started to whimper and push her away, pulling back to rest her head against your thigh.  A haughty grin spread across her face at the sight of you, but her hands were gentle as they stroked your thigh. 

She came to sit up on the altar, pulling your head into her lap. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Guilt tinged at her tone, and you squeezed her arm reassuringly as you shook your head no. She nodded and tutted, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “And you know I love you?” You smiled and pushed yourself up, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 

“I love you too.” Having the power to clothe yourself in shadows was entirely useless until it wasn’t. Since meeting Visenya you have become well practiced in it. The tatters of nightshade fabric fell back over your body as if it had been poured there, and the two of you left the sept hand in hand as you returned to the royal apartments.

When the two of you arrived, you were both shocked to see Maegor tearing the heads off of the soul dolls while Aenys watched horrified a few feet away. “Maegor!” You exclaimed. Honestly, you didn’t know where he got his atrocious manners from some days. You would say his father if Aegon had anything to do with his birth because he certainly wasn’t around to teach him afterward. Shaking your head, you gathered a few of the dolls before passing them to Aenys. “We’ve talked about this.” You said gently, kneeling down to look Maegor in the eyes. He stared glumly down at his feet, and you looked back to see Visenya leaning against the doorway with an amused smile on her face. Turning back, you waited for him to raise his gaze to yours, and when he did you gave him a gentle smile. “It’s impolite to not share with your brother.” You explained, gesturing over at Aenys, who was cradling the doll holding the Septa’s soul. “How would you feel if he was tearing the heads off of his toys and didn’t offer any to you?” The boy’s lower lip trembled for a second as he nodded. 

“I’m sorry, Aenys.” You kissed Maegor on the forehead after he said it, and rose back to your feet. Taking a few steps back, you rejoined Visenya where she was watching the two boys. Aenys tentatively tugged at the doll’s head while Maegor beamed at him, when it wrenched loose a howling wail filled the tower. Maegor giggled excitedly, and Aenys was so excited from all of it that he started sobbing. You looked at Visenya lovingly and laced your fingers into hers. “We did a good thing.” You said, resting your head on her muscular shoulder. 

Raising children was hard, but it was easy when you were doing it with the person you love most in the world.

[darkestspring]

This may be a little dark but imagine if stark!reader started to have a very difficult pregnancy, or when stark!Reader is giving birth to hers and Aegons baby she has major complications. I don’t think any of the dragon siblings would be able to be calm, they’d be yelling and screaming and threatening the maesters which would NOT be comforting to poor reader

The Targaryens are known for having difficult pregnancies and even more complicated births, so it just makes me wonder how each Targaryen would deal with it

It hurt so much, was it supposed to hurt this much? You didn't blame the baby. your sweet, lovely baby. "It hurts. It hurts." You sobbed as Aegon had forced his way in to be beside you, his hand holding yours gently.

Sweat and tears poured down your face as the smell of blood permeated the room.

"I know, dearest. You're doing so well. Just keep pushing." Visenya was on your other side, shooting venomous glares at the maester.

"Your majesties-"

"If the next word out of your mouth isn't a suggestion to help my wife and my baby, then I'll take that as a forfeit of your life." Aegon refused to hear any of it. there's no may in the seven hells he would ever let them cut you open. He wanted you alive, happy, safe. Just as he wanted his baby.

The screams seemed to last forever and you looked so fragile as you held the baby in your arms.

Aegon refused to pull himself from your side. You had almost died, he almost thought for a moment the baby was going to be stillborn. But it wasn't. You were both safe.

"It's a boy." The maester informed you both and you smiled tiredly, exhaution over your face as you cuddled him close.

"Aeryx." You murmured softly, remembering the name that you had liked the most from the book of valyrian names that Visenya brought you to look over.

Aegon moved closer, his hand hovering over the small hand of his son. "Welcome into the world, Aeryx." He murmured softly.

Rhaenys entered the room softly, shouldering past servants and maesters as she took the boy from you softly as you fell asleep.

Both Visenya and Aegon scowled at Rhaenys but didn't verbally protest as to not wake you up.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

SFW🌿

・Many people think Aegon rarely visits Visenya’s bed because he isn’t attracted to her. That’s far from the truth. 

・Aegon doesn’t visit because ... you’re already in her bed. 

・Although they’re still married, Aegon isn’t judgemental about Visenya’s relationship with you

・ He thinks it’s only fair for Visenya to have someone while he has Rhaenys. And he wouldn’t have been able to conquer and unite Westeros if he wasn’t a level-headed and grounded man

・It took a while for you and Visenya to get together 

・You had grown up together as your families were, and still are, close

・One of the things that Visenya has always loved about you, is the fact that you make her feel safe. 

・Even though she is one of the most fiercest and fearsome warriors in the seven kingdoms, she likes being around you because you don’t assume she’ll take the lead

・Her commanding nature doesn’t stop with you however

・And that means her love may seem ... harsh at times. But she doesn’t mean it to come across as negative or threatening 

・ She just wants the best for you. And sometimes, it comes across differently than she intends it 

・Likes to have her hair played with, especially when you’re both lying in bed. 

・The first time you flew with her, Vhagar made your stomach drop. The beast ... and she is a beast, was incredible to see up close. 

・You had encountered Balerion and Meraxes, both huge and formidable. But up close, dragons were completely different. 

・To get onto Vhagar’s back, it felt like you had to climb a breathing mountain. The ropes tied to her body felt unstable, but that didn’t seem to worry the Targaryen Queen. 

・ Calls you my heart in High Valyrian: “Issa prūmia “

・You’re always next to her on the battlefield. Even though the risk of you getting hurt is high, she knows she cannot stop you from fighting 

・The difficulties of politics are heavy on your mind, however, and the thought of you having to marry someone looms over your head 

・But Visenya is constantly reminding your father that there is no one worthy of your love, and at times, even she is not

・Neither you or Visenya know this, but Aegon makes sure that the Velaryons are always protected

・He tries to get them off of your backs’

・(Not that Visenya needs any help)

・Visenya is ALWAYS awake and out of bed before you. When you drag yourself from the comfort of your blankets and get ready for the day, she’s already had her morning run and is putting on armour for training 

・Rhaenys absolutely adores you. She’s happy for her sister, so overjoyed that she has someone who will love her

・And Rhaenys was actually a huge influence in getting you two together

・Well she had to, both you and Visenya are as stubborn as mules 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Your Hands Are Cold by Dario Marianelli

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ It’s Always Been You / I’ve Loved You Since We Were Children

  ✧ Independent, Doesn’t Love To Get Pampered (Visenya) x Loves To Pamper Them At Every Opportunity (You)

  ✧ Emotionally Unstable (You) x Also Emotionally Unstable But Tries To Hide It (Visenya)

  NSFW🔞minors dni!

・Visenya is a switch - she likes to be both dominated and to be dominant

・Depending on her mood, and how much aggression she’s let out during training. Visenya could be slow and sensual, taking her time devouring you. 

・On the other hand, she could absolutely ravish you. Pushing you against a wall and loosening your pants, yanking them down viciously and kneeling in front of you

・ She’s obsessed with your nipples. Sucking, biting, squeezing, pulling. When you’re grinding on each other, she’ll slip off your tunic and free your tits, giving them unabashed attention

・One of her favourite places to fuck is in the dragon pits. Amongst the dirt and leathery smell of the dragons, Visenya will take you on the ground, dirt covering your back and making a mess of your hair

・Some nights the whole castle can hear the moans from your room 

・She likes to hear you say her name while you’re cumming. The breathy noises and pleasured cries drive her crazy

・Although she isn’t much interested in PDA, as soon as you’re alone, she’ll show you how horny she is. Her hands can’t stop touching you, her lips never leaving your body. She’s like an animal on heat.

・Visenya’s favourite thing to do after sex is to have a bath

・She’ll gently wash you, humming as she does so. Her mind clear and heart full. Nowhere else would she rather be. 

[gulnarsultan]

Visenya x fem reader

Photo credit : ELENASTRIPE

I think you mean the older sister of Aegon the Conqueror. I hope you will like it.

Visenya really wanted someone in her life to give her love. Neither her brother nor her sister made up for the lack of love in his life. Honestly, her sister always tried to get all your love and attention. This caused Visenya to break even if she didn't show it from the outside. However, her life changed in one day, which made Visneya very happy. After conquering Westeros, she meets a lady of the powerful House. Visenya had fallen in love the moment she met the Lady, even if she could not admit it out loud. While having long conversations with the Lady, she had not noticed how the time passed. She needed to think of something to stay with Lady Visenya longer. Finally, by making the Lady her bridesmaid, she had the opportunity to keep the Lady by her side forever. Visenya and Lady always spend time together. The Lady accompanies her while Visenya practices. She has long conversations with the lady. Together they go for a ride with Vhagar. They spend intimate moments together (nswf). Since the lady came into her life, Visenya is happier.