#yandere viserys I targaryen

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Viserys I Targaryen w/Second Wife!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Happy New Year!!! First headcanons of the year and I hope you like it. I hope you have a great year, good things come to you and good reading! Forgive me for any mistakes ❤️✨️.

❝tw: unspecified age gap, overprotection, not compatible with canon and Reader is the mother of Aegon, Helaena, Daeron and Aemond.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!viserys i targaryen x female!reader.

Viserys never wanted to remarry after the death of his beloved Aemma. The idea of ​​replacing her with another woman made him sick. He didn't want to get married again, but he was the King and he had his obligations to the Realm. To have a strong bloodline and strengthen the House Targaryen.

Although he didn't like the idea, Viserys after a period of time began looking for a potential bride. He received several powerful offers, such as the Velaryon and the Hightower, but he did not feel comfortable marrying Lady Laena or Lady Alicent.

So he kept looking and that's how he met you. An attractive young woman, but older than the last ones, and from a house powerful enough to provide strength to the Realm. Viserys was immediately attracted to you and knew he wanted to marry you.

The preparations were made quickly and well, Viserys was excited to be able to call you his wife, but in the days before the wedding, he spent time by your side, getting to know you better.

With that, Viserys found out as much as he could about you, about your childhood, your family, and your likes and dislikes. He was more than pleased, especially seeing that you were as interested in history as he was.

Rhaenyra also liked you, although she was apprehensive about the idea of ​​a stepmother, about the possibility of you providing a male heir, she liked you. You were kind to her and assured her that even if you have a son, you will not try to replace her on the Throne.

When you became the second wife of Viserys, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, he was already in love. Much faster than he would like to admit, Viserys was already in your domain and became yours even sooner than anticipated. At first, he felt guilty, guilty that he might be betraying Aemma's memory, but quickly, those thoughts went away. Aemma was dead and you were alive.

Viserys was more than happy to see that you and his daughter were getting along, it made him feel relieved inside. He couldn't wait to have children with you, to grow his family. When he learned of your first pregnancy, Viserys almost cried with happiness, but there was concern. What if you died during childbirth? He couldn't take another loss, couldn't lose you.

You were very much in love with each other, you had learned to love your husband and he was deeply in love with you. Your mannerisms, your personality, everything enchanted him. Your favorite moments together were when you talked about history, whether it was your House or House Targaryen. Viserys cherished every moment, every smile and look shared.

When you gave birth to a healthy son, Aegon, Viserys was very happy, not only because he had a son, but because you were alive and the birth was peaceful. The next pregnancies were no different, with Helaena, Daeron and Aemond.

You assured him, assure Rhaenyra, that you would not let Aegon usurp or anything like that happen when it was time for Rhaenyra to take the Throne. You adored your stepdaughter and she adored you too, seeing you as a second mother. Viserys would never admit it, but if you asked, he would name Aegon his heir if that was your wish. This shows how much he is in love with you.

You tried your best to fulfill your duties as Queen, mother and wife as best you could, discouraging any possible rivalry the children might have and reassuring your support for Viserys and your stepdaughter. Your main priority was to avoid a war. You presided over the Small Council, advising your husband as best you could.

You hold all power over Viserys, it soon became clear to everyone who really ruled the Seven Kingdoms. You could ask for anything, from the most insignificant to the most absurd thing, and Viserys would fulfill it instantly.

He is extremely overprotective, Viserys fears losing you more than anything and every time you have an entire armada comes out after you. When you are sick, he sends the best maesters to take care of you and will not leave your side until you get better.

If something were to happen to you or one of your children, may the gods be good. Viserys tries his best to avoid war and resolve any conflict with diplomacy, but all that changes when it comes to you. Any insult to you is like an insult to him and any way of hurting you will not be taken lightly.

No matter how peaceful he is, no matter how calm and rational, Viserys is still a Targaryen, a dragon and you should never mess with one of them if they don't want to get burn. Not only will you have your overprotective husband by your side, but also your children who love you deeply and will do anything for you.

You are not Aemma's replacement and Viserys doesn't think so. He thinks of you as yourself and loves you for it. He will always love Aemma, but he loves you in a different way. A more overprotective and possessive way. He can't lose you and he won't.

[yanderes-galore]

HOTD

Corlys vs Viserys

Platonic

Concept (HCs)

This is a good pic due to their past with one another.... So here's your two dads/friends. Up to you. I wasn't entirely sure where to start so the pacing is a bit rocky...? You're a Targaryen. Hope it came out okay :(

Yandere! Platonic! Corlys Velaryon vs Viserys I Targaryen

Pairing: Platonic - Rivalry -> Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Rhaenys is an enabler, Rivalry, Westeros politics, Dubious companionship.

Having these two so fond of you is dangerous.

The Targaryens and Velaryons are two of the most powerful families in Westeros at the time Viserys and Corlys are around.

Corlys is one of the best seafarers, so the sea isn't safe for you.

In terms of Viserys, you're lucky he lost Balerion long ago, so he has no dragon to track you down.

You're close to both families due to political ties often making you meet them.

Maybe you're close to the Targaryen family in some way (Sibling or Child?).

This makes you close to Viserys, the amiable, kind, and diplomatic king.

You may meet Corlys through Rhaenys, the two families having to meet at times.

So, while you visit Rhaenys (Whom you are also close with), you share friendly chat with Corlys, her husband.

Corlys is different from Viserys, shrewd yet loyal and not minding violence.

This is how you become close to the two.

It would most likely be through blood and political ties.

Your close bond makes you experience the sea with Corlys and more diplomatic values with Viserys.

I imagine a rivalry would start due to the tension between the two.

Due to decisions made by the Targaryen family, Corlys has some spite.

Which only increases when you spend more time with the Targaryens than the Velaryons.

Viserys either doesn't pick up on it or ignores such tension.

He's too caught up in being around you, often asking for an opinion or watching over you.

The good news about you being a Targaryen is you have a dragon.

A dragon you often like to use to visit Rhaenys and Corlys, sometimes even against the word of Viserys.

Despite the tension between the two, they still care about you enough to not make too much of a fuss about it.

If anything your bond between them heals the tension a little bit since you travel between the two families so often for both diplomatic and personal matters.

Be you a child or sibling of Viserys, you often get along with the rest of your family.

Rhaenyra and you are often around and helping one another, much to Viserys's pleasure.

When you're with Corlys and Rhaenys you help them take care of Laena and Laenor.

Honestly, if anything you're sort of mending the two families in a way.

Until events make you unable to continue such visits.

With the death of Aemma, your mother/sister-in-law, and the issue of succession coming up once again... you spent less time with the Velaryons.

You were too focused on keeping the head of the Targaryen family in a good head space.

Viserys is naturally attached to you due to this while Corlys grows impatient with Rhaenys.

You probably even come up in conversation between Corlys and Daemon.

Daemon may even find the tension between his brother and Corlys amusing.

Do you even know how much you affect these two families?

Viserys probably doesn't let you participate in the three year long war Corlys and Daemon are battling in.

Your true place is in King's Landing to aid him, not flying a dragon in the Stepstones with his exiled brother and Corlys.

It's clear Viserys wants to keep you with him for comfort and to teach you to be peaceful.

He wants you fierce, yes, but you're better off beside him your birth place.

If you're a sibling, you're most likely his younger sibling.

If you're his kid, you're probably older than Rhaenyra but not in line for succession (Married off to another, perhaps?).

Viserys has such an attachment to you he ends up dictating what you do even when he doesn't mean it.

When he marries Alicent, he wants you to help with his other children.

All while Corlys is sending you letters or having Rhaenys visit you on Meleys to check on you.

In the same way that Corlys hates you being in King's Landing so often, Viserys hates you being in Driftmark for too long.

Corlys loves it when you visit to make chat

You're much younger than him due to the age difference of him and Viserys, yet he acts like a mentor of sorts.

He may not be the fondest of Viserys's decisions, but he enjoys you.

Viserys knows he shouldn't worry when Corlys has you... although that changes once he learns Corlys took you as backup for some sort of battle or quietly took you on a trip on the seas.

Their fights are usually verbal and diplomatic as Viserys is a very peaceful king.

When you're not around and they meet, you're brought up eventually...

Then bickering ensues as a maid informs you that the two have come to another disagreement.

The good thing is their rivalry is usually dealt through politics most of the time.

Both of them want to be the favorite and want the other to stop bringing it up.

Naturally you should stay with Viserys as your Targaryen.

Yet your power is useful in Driftmark due to your dragon.

Their views are conflicting which often brings them to fight again.

Corlys stays loyal to the king only because he's king after this.

In return he wants you to keep visiting Driftmark, even if Viserys hates the idea.

A rivalry between the two would only cause s larger rift between the two families.

Even the marriage between Rhaenyra and Laenor doesn't help.

The two would most likely share, reluctantly deep down inside.

Viserys knows he needs to play nice and solve this like a diplomat.

Corlys himself knows that, meaning their rivalry would go dormant once they agree to share you between the houses.

Luckily, this conflict will not lead to war...

But the king may lose his sea fleet and maybe even you if there's anymore disagreements.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

hi, well i was wondering how you think yandere hotd's men would react to marrying darling reader who is a widow and has a son (time skip) they have children with reader but she has obvious favoritism for her son from her first husband (an attitude like Viserys with Rhaenyra)and their children are sad, how do you think they would react? thank you take care of yourself ♡♡

I like the thought of Widow!Reader not even being conscious of how much more attentive and involved she is regarding her child from her first husband. As far as she knows she treats all her children equally but that couldn’t be further from the truth, at least from her new husband and children’s point of views.

Let’s be honest, there’s a damn good chance that Daemon probably had a big part in his darling’s late husband’s death. It would be kinda funny if he didn’t know that they already had a child with their first husband, otherwise he may have taken them out of the picture too. Either way, Daemon would portray himself as somewhat understanding and to an extent he genuinely is, especially when he first married his darling. He had Rhaena and Baela from his marriage with Laena so he could be understanding of the situation, especially if his darling’s son was still quite young, but as time went on and they had their own children together his understanding grew to lessen. He did take notice of his darling fulfilling her role as mother to all their children, even including Rhaena and Baela, but not to the same extent as she is with her first child. It would be one thing if his darling’s child looked more like her than their original father but if they were the spitting image of the Reader’s late husband then he’ll have a harder time allowing the favoritism to continue. Daemon would go as far as even using their children to guilt trip and manipulate the Reader into feeling absolutely awful for holding their older half-sibling above all of them. He would of course talk to his darling himself when they’re alone together and relay how neglected and insignificant the other children feel compared to the time and attention the Reader puts towards their older sibling. By the end of it he’ll have his darling a sobbing, apologetic mess feeling like a complete shit mother for having disregarded their other children. He knows he has his darling right where he wants her. He’ll hold her close, comforting her while still coming off as understanding of the situation and knowing his darling wasn’t intentionally pushing aside their children together, but he needs her to put her focus into their family now. He needs her to make their children together and himself her main priority, otherwise he’ll need to take matters into his own hands. His darling’s son should be old enough to foster off by now anyway, right? Leave it to Daemon and his darling will wake up one day to her pride and joy from her first marriage having been sent off to somewhere else, somewhere far away from them.

Out of everyone, Viserys would by far be the most understanding. In a way he finds it endearing that his darling has taken similar to him in regards to how she is with her first child, but once he and his darling begin having children together he expects her to extend all that motherly love and care to their new children as well. Compared to how he was with Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron, Viserys would be much more involved with and caring towards his children with his darling. He’d even get after Rhaenyra for not interacting with her newest siblings, even she wouldn’t be exempt from neglecting Viserys and the Reader’s children, therefore neither would his darling. Again, he’s much more understanding than anyone else but that doesn’t mean he’s going to sit by and allow his darling to solely focus on her first child from her first marriage. He sees this as his darling not letting go of her first husband and as much as he can sympathize with it after having lost Aemma, Viserys has invested himself in his new family. He’s invested himself in you, his new wife, and your children together, so why can’t you do the same? Unlike Daemon who would contemplate the idea of getting rid of his darling’s first child permanently, even if only for a second, Viserys would only go for sending the child to be fostered off. He’d give his darling plenty of chances to try harder for their children, to do better by their children but eventually even he reaches his own limits and can only do what he thinks is right by his newest children even if it means going behind his darling’s back.

Aegon would absolutely resent and despise his darling’s first child, especially if they resembled his darling’s late husband so much. He’s only reminded of the treatment his father forwent giving him and his siblings in favor of his eldest half-sister and he can’t tolerate that. Never. It’s not even necessarily so much that his darling isn’t paying as much attention and care to their own children together that really eats at him (although that does still very much trigger him), instead it’s the fact that his darling’s abundance of dedicated love and care towards her first and eldest child is only proof that his darling isn’t completely his and he hates it. You still have love and attachment towards your first husband and that irritates him more than anything. Your first husband is dead, he’s long gone, meanwhile Aegon is right here in the flesh along with the children you two share together and yet you’re still stuck in the past. Why can’t you see what you have now? Is he not good enough? Are your children together not deserving of your love as much as your first child? Why can’t you give yourself completely to him and your new family? What needs to be done for him and your family together to become your priority? He honestly doesn’t even need to ask that last question, he knows what needs to be done and he has no qualms about it. Everything from your past needs to be wiped away and he can do exactly that. You just need a fresh start, a clean slate, and then you can finally give him and your children what they all need. All he has to do is get rid of your first born, that other man’s spawn, and then you can put your all into him and your new family. And he will go through with it without a doubt.

Aemond would feel similarly to Aegon. He would wholeheartedly despise his darling’s first child but I could see him taking a different approach then Aegon. Aemond of course hates the love and affection that his darling has always given her firstborn, even long before he and his darling got together and had children of their own. But unlike Aegon, Aemond would try to have some form of relationship with his darling’s child but it’s more so in a way to corrupt them and any piece of their original father in them. He would break this child down and forge them into a son he would be proud of, one he could really call his own. He wouldn’t immediately go for getting rid of his darling’s first child although he has certainly considered it many times. He would rather put the time and effort into stripping away everything that makes his step-child the product of their real father. It would bode a lot better if the child looked or shared a similar personality akin to their mother, then Aemond wouldn’t be so invested in changing them too much but that doesn’t mean he would have a different reaction to his darling still paying more attention and care towards that child over their own children together. He loves his darling deeply and to an extent he can be understanding, at least he tells her that he understands, but he can’t stand for his children with his darling being neglected in favor of their older half-sibling. He would talk to his darling, telling her how completely hurt and lonely their children have become due to her neglect. He’ll give his darling a few chances to redeem herself with their children before he becomes much more stern with the threat of sending away his darling’s first child so she can put more focus and love into their children. He doesn’t necessarily take pleasure in making his darling cry and beg, on the contrary he hates seeing his darling in such a state, especially when it comes to pleading for her child to stay with her but then he’s reminded that their own children have been pushed aside in favor of her firstborn and thus whatever empathy he feels leaves him. If anything, their children are in need of her more than anyone else, hell even he is more in need of his beloved darling. She’s been more than enough for her first child, she’s done more than enough for him, now it’s time to put her all into Aemond and their children. As said before, Aemond loves his darling deeply and he adores their children together but he will go behind his darling’s back in favor of ensuring his children have the mother they desperately need and crave for. Especially if that means getting rid of his darling’s first child once and for all. It would most likely be either a dragon ride ‘gone wrong’, or a set up of some sort. I could see Aemond trying to make nice with his darling’s child and offering to let him meet Vhaegar or something like that and the child ending up getting killed by the dragon or a dragon in general. Either way, his darling’s child’s death will be played off as either a freak accident or an attack by the Blacks or someone else.

Jace would be deeply hurt by his darling’s dedication to her first child affecting their own children together. He loves his darling more than anything and he wholeheartedly accepted her and her child from the very beginning, more than willing to take on a fatherly role for her child but now that they have children together he feels conflicted. He still very much adores his darling and nothing could ever change that for him but he also very much wants for his darling to put the same dedication and love into their children together. Jace knows without a doubt that his darling loves and adores their children but he only wishes she showed it the same way she shows it for her first born. As far as their children know their mother favors their eldest sibling over any and all of them, no matter how much this darling denies it. As much as Jace doesn’t want to do anything drastic, he is willing to if push comes to shove. He’s even tried taking on more one on one time with his darling’s first child so that his darling can give some much needed attention to their children and it works well enough until they come back and his darling his fretting all over her firstborn and forgoing their children all over again. Jace would seek his mother’s advice on what to do. He doesn’t want to hurt his darling by any means but he knows that if he takes any action towards her child it will spark something that he may not be able to come back from and could greatly affect his relationship with his darling. But he knows he needs to do something to make sure his children get to have the love and care of their mother that their eldest sibling gets tenfold.

Daeron is patient and gentle with his darling after having dealt with the death of her husband and raising her child solely on her own. He, similar to Jace, would try to be more of a father figure to his darling’s child early on but unlike Jace once Daeron’s children come into the world his attention would be directed primarily towards them. He genuinely loves and cares for his darling and he can attest that they’ve been a dutiful mother but there is a stark contrast in how his darling is with their children versus her first born child. Eventually, Daeron would grow to resent his step-child for taking up his darling’s love and attention, taking it away from both Daeron himself and his children with his darling. He wouldn’t want to hurt us darling in any way, he wants to find some form of happy medium with their family but if his darling continued to put more attention into her firstborn than he would need to step in and do something. He may go to his mother for advice, maybe even his grandfather or brothers and whatever they told him he would take to heart. He didn’t want his children to grow up being second best (if even that) to their eldest half-sibling, he had gone through that himself, forced into trying to form some semblance of a relationship with his eldest half-sister’s spawn but it only made things worse. He wouldn’t want to put that in his children so if his darling’s child needs to go then they need to go.

[gulnarsultan]

his last request about viserys and niece , scenario where viserys becomes yandere for niece

Viserys becomes more dependent on his nephew by the day. He makes it a principle to visit her every night. Filling the princess' womb with her sperm becomes an obsessive activity for Viserys. He wouldn't let the princess drink moon tea. He had discussed it with Aemma. She had said that she had to keep quiet because she couldn't give him an heir. Viserys uses all his free time to spend with his niece. He gives various gifts to his nephew. He likes to feel the princess physically. He's not afraid to spoil the princess. It had caused Aemma to deteriorate and die. Next up was Daemon. Viserys won't hurt his brother if Daemon allows the affair. He won't hesitate to eliminate the Daemon if he opposes it. The Princess is not allowed to leave the Palace and ride her dragon. She agrees to marry her uncle for the sake of her family. Special arrangements are made for weddings to be flashy and luxurious. In a short time, the Princess becomes pregnant. The marriage of Viserys and the Princess is blessed with seven healthy children. Viserys is a good father to his children. Viserys would never inflict corporal punishment on the Princess. He does not raise his voice or insult the princess. Viserys punishments are isolation, manipulation and guilt. The princess is a good mother to her children and a good wife to Viserys. Viserys always takes care of the Princess during her pregnancies.

children of Viserys and the Princess;

Baelon

Rhaegal

Rhaenyra

Aegon

Helaena

Aemond

Daeron

" Scenario "

After the death of Princess Queen Aeman, she decides to leave the Palace. However, the King summons him to the throne room. King Viserys and the Princess are alone in the throne room.

"It's time to go, uncle."

"With my baby in your belly?"

"You killed Aema. You killed my father."

"I did it all for both of us."

"No. Shut up. I'll go. You can't stop me."

"What about your mother and family? Or your friends? Don't you want them to get hurt too?"

Viserys hugs the princess as she bursts into tears. He strokes the princess's hair and kisses her forehead.

"Everything will be fine. We will be happy together. Don't be afraid, honey."

The princess realized that she had no chance of escaping now.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Hello. I saw your wishes are open and I wanted to take my chance. Can you write for Yandere husbands Viserys 1, Aerys 2, Aemon, Daemon Blackfyre, Corlys Velaron, Tywin Lannister, Roose Bolton, Arthur Dayne, Gerold Hightower, Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell, ? Please

thank you for your request anon! i hope you enjoy, i had to split it into two parts so i hope that's okay! i will link this post when part two has finished :) here are Viserys, Tywin, Roose, Oberyn and Doran <3

warnings: yandere content, violence (not against reader)

Viserys I

you are his Queen and greatest love

whatever you desire will be yours no matter the scale

except for otto's head however if you ask for him to administer another hand then he will gladly take your suggestions

whether you are Rhaenyra's mother or marry Viserys after Aemma's passing, his devotion will be unwavering

if you are in Aemma's position then he may be a lot more sound of mind

however if you wed him as his second wife then he will work harder for you to be loved throughout the court

he knows that not everyone will be happy at this union and especially Corlys however he sees the future of Westeros in your hands

depending on how you play your role, you could stop the dance altogether

Viserys knows that his position as King is dangerous and he will selfishly not want to endanger your offspring

if you wish for you firstborn to be King/Queen he may need time to consider it but regardless, Rhaenyra will be his named heir

he will want more children but if you have many difficult pregnancies he will cease his attempts for another heir

he may not be particularly violent but he will have the tongue of anyone disrespecting you as his wife and Queen

he demands you sit with him at important Kingdom meetings

depending on your relationship with his brother, he may name Daemon your sworn protector as he reigns the ruthlessness he himself lacks

overall the least bloodied yandere on this list

Tywin Lannister

like Viserys i don't think he would be particularly bloody but he has that edge that Viserys doesn't have

he may not have bloodied his own hands but that doesn't mean he doesn't make other people do it for him

he never thought that he would smile after Joanna's passing but then he met you and you were just so full of life that it counteracted his own misery–you're his perfect match, he's sure

he first formed an acquaintance-adjacent friendship with you, so long as you helped him, he helped you in return

he wants you to appear equally befitting to one another until he can build a strong enough connection with you to befriend you in a natural setting

Tywin is a manipulative yandere so when as you’re ever-trusting companion whispers horrifying tales about the men who wish to court you, it is no surprise that you believe him

he is experienced in the world of men, knowing everything that you don’t and assures you that he knows what’s best for you and eventually what’s best for you is him according to himself 

you have horrible taste in men apparently so he only wants to protect you of course, don’t you believe him? 

he will spare no expense at the wedding, lulling you into the safety of him, you will never suffer he reminds you down the aisle 

he will not care whether you befriend his children or not nor if you bare him another heir 

children are of little necessity now 

he believes his purpose now is to make you happy and proud to bare his name 

surprisingly he is quite lenient on your freedoms compared to the other yanderes but don’t be fooled, he is a very controlling man and he will see his way to the end whether you intend to help him or not 

your family will become his family but only until they lose their use 

in the beginning he will be ever attentive and dote on you but as the years pass and you have successfully become his he will lose interest in your family, only continuing to visit them for appearances 

however his interest in you will not change and anything you want he will gift to you no matter how large, expensive jewellery, clothes or simply his time will never die in supply 

Roose Bolton

his blood created one of the most brutal and sadistic characters so i think it's safe to say he has the potential to be just as bad

he has already shown himself to be cruel in his desires and need for control/power namely as he once raped a miller's wife in the same place where he hanged the miller for not asking for his approval of their marriage, she birthed a bastard which turned out to be Ramsay

his methods toward you are probably depending on your house, if you are prosperous he will likely take your maidenhood to secure your hand and if you are a lowborn house he will simply whisk you away pretending that you came of your own volition and not because he kidnapped you

your wedding will not be lavish as he is more practical on that side of things but he will try and make you like him

you are locked away for most of the time but on the few times you are allowed out, he takes it upon himself to accompany you, he will ensure your meals are shared together and he frequently requests your personal servants to tell him anything you let slip even if frivolous

mysterious gifts might appear in your chambers but he will never own up to them just smirk slowly when you smile or state any approval

he will demand an heir of you even if it takes half his lifespan

if you do not have any children he will lock you in your chambers where food is brought to you by servants that conveniently lack tongues, he will remarry but keep you as his treat, in this scenario you become a distant memory to the people that once knew you

if you do have a child, he will leave the majority of childcare and affection to you but it will surprise him if your child resembles you both equally

it will both him if it favours you more than him but so long as you bare him as many heirs possible it will keep him happy enough to allow you more privileges

this will all go to hell if you try to escape him even once so play your cards wisely, he is merciless and unforgiving

restricts almost all letters from your family and would deny any visitation, you only need him and your children

however he will become more fond of them as they age and especially if they become yandere for you as much as he is, they are not his competition but instead his allies

Oberyn Martell

if other suitors are interested in you then he will gladly fight for your hand and delight in the bloodshed for it is proof of his devotion to you

before this he has probably taken you as his paramour and so that prompts the union he desires to keep you in his clutches

Oberyn is fiercely protective but will not worry mindlessly for you, he will teach you ways to defend yourself until your hands bleed from the grip on your gifted sword

we know how he avenges the ones he loves, you would be no different

he's very lenient on allowing you your own lovers with or without him present but you will have to partake in your activities in your shared chambers and he will have nothing less

he doesn't want you to forget him and all he can give you

he is confident in himself enough to meet them and perhaps befriend them as he would like for you to befriend his paramour Ellaria

he will draw bloodshed if anyone so much as implies a slight towards you

he is deadly, dangerous, unpredictable in the words of his own brother, if you escape he cannot guarantee that you will return entirely unharmed

children are not a priority as he has fathered many bastards and love them as if legitimate, any children you share will not be treated any differently than his others but he would like them especially to see the most beautiful parts of the both of you moulded to create your perfect blend

seeing his children and his paramour interact with you will be something he enjoys especially if you bond a polyamorous relationship with his lovers

however if a lover speaks badly of you he will discard them or kill them based on this slight

once one of his partners hinted a desire to rid you of him so they could wed

the same night Oberyn cut out their tongue and slit their throat before his others in case any shared these same ideas

he will not tolerate jealousy even if it is your own but he will not hurt you for it

he will not stop partaking in other lovers but he will make sure you do not have to see or hear of them often

Doran Martell

Doran is a subtle man so I think he would be a subtle yandere

he has thought out every possible end to every possible interaction with you and he intends to pick the best outcome in this case–you falling in love with him but he is no fool, he knows love matches are very uncommon

nonetheless he will begin slowly gifting you necessities and luxuries until you are almost entirely dependent of him and he can successfully talk you into marriage and thinking that you are the one being honoured with such a suitable match

similarly to Tywin, he can be very crafty and he never lets his guard down in front of you

your wedding will be beautiful enough for your family and yourself but he also aims to show you off, he is proud to have caught you

he fears that you would suffer in your labours and pregnancy as his mother did and will hold off on any pregnancy until he has the best maestors inspect you before, during and after any pregnancies you may have

if you are willing to his affections then the whole ordeal will be much easier however he does not display his love and obsession for you openly, Doran hates anyone seeing any weakness on his part and you are the main attraction of that

he does not hold you in captivity but he does make sure someone is watching you at all times even if it is not often himself

any children that come from your marriage will become the prime source of his attention, he swore protection on all of you and intends to keep it

[missglaskin]

Perv!Yan Targaryen Men (Maegor, Jaehaerys I, Daemon, Baelon, Viserys III, Rhaegar, Aemond, Young Griff) with sister!Darling

Note-To be inclusive the reader is adopted, but has targaryen/velaryon blood. Also please do not report this

Tags: Filthy smut, somnophilia, spanking, choking, period sex (Daemon), teasing, masturbation, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, possessive/obssessive behavior, jealousy

Maegor

Maegor loved you. And you loved him. He was your brother. And if the years with him forced you to see the truth. Is that no matter how deeply and intimately you loved him. It’s not enough to stop him from inflicting harm on all those around you. Not even your brother Aenys was safe from his wrath. And finally, you understood why your father shielded you from him. As for all the ‘love’ Maegor held for you, it wasn’t enough to keep him from giving into his desires.

You consumed his every thought. Turning him into an almost state of madness. Depriving himself from you each second adds fuel to the already burning flame within him. It doesn’t matter if any of his wives bore a resemblance to you, if all the women he brought from the street of silk wore your face. If their mouth opens and your voice is heard. If the body they displayed was sculpted like yours. It didn’t matter. Because in the end nothing satisfies him, nothing will bring him to ease only his sweet sister could.

It was he who stole your first kiss. And if he wasn’t, you wouldn’t dare to tell him. As for Maegor, it didn’t matter who it was even if it was one of your lady friends fulfilling your curiosities. The first few kisses were as innocent as Maegor would have them be. But as time goes, the kisses become more and more passionate. Feeling his hands starting to roam and tug roughly on the fabric.

Many times you found yourself over his lap or on some table. Your ass left sore and bruised from the hand that strikes the skin over and over. His jealousy was not to be taken lightly. Daring to giggle at another’s jape, to enjoy yourself in their company, to even glance at them too long for his liking. Is all the reasons Maegor needs to remind you of your place. There’s an eagerness in punishing you, loving to hear your whimpers and pleadings.

His broad hands have become a sort of necklace. Often wrapped around your throat as a warning for disobeying him, the grip loose yet firm. But hearing your gasps for air, the hazy look in your eyes. The sight comes to arouse him. Tightening his grip, listening to your soft whines and groans. He does let go eventually.

It is when the full moon is shining in the night sky that he usually gives in to his desires. Awakened by the force of his thrusts as he snapped his hips against your ass in loud claps. Shivers run down your bare spine as the cold air blows. At the realization of your awakened state, a hand reaches for the nape of your neck and pulls your head upward. Forcing you to keep your eyes open on him.

If you are caught pleasing yourself in any way, you will be met with a harsh punishment. He is so possessive of your body that even giving yourself ecstasy will anger him. It results in you on your knees and hands, forced to endure the slaps against your pussy. You must remain still or the punishment will never end. But it’s not long before you feel his cock slide through your folds.

It doesn’t matter where the two of you are or when it is. There is no end to Maegor's lust. Whether he’s on the throne, having you on your knees. Whether it’s after coming after a battle, bloodied and wounded, seeking your comfort. Whether it’s in the company of his wives. Or the company of servants and knights, but Maegor will behead them afterwards as they dared to look at what was his.

Jaehaerys

Your brother was always told to be wise beyond his years. A man destined to rule from the day he emerged from his mother's womb. Fair-spoken, open-handed, as brave as he was chivalrous. Who could ask for a more ideal man? But even in the strongest of men, how could they hold against the worst threat of all; the yearning, the desire, the lust. If it was a lady or a servant, it would be much simpler. Exiled and never seen again, but what would one do if it was their own sister?

There was not a day where he didn’t feel such shame. He avoided you. Refusing to speak or look you in the eye. You thought your brother hated you. What other excuse would there be. But there was another reason for it. As Jaehaerys found his eyes wandering to any skin that was bare to him. A burning gaze mostly focused on your cleavage, only to forcefully tear his said gaze away.

Jaehaerys is often in denial at how he feels about you. There is an attempt to ease his guilt in thinking of you purposely teasing him, trying to seduce him. Perhaps for political gain. Why else would you visit him late at night, bend down to pick something up for him, to stare at him with those coy eyes of yours. No matter how many times he pushes you away, he never seems to stray away from your side.

There was once an incident. One that no matter how many times he tells himself, Jaehaerys cannot justify. His eye catching the white cloth that remained on the ground of your chambers. Your nightgown. His mind resisted the temptation, but his body caved into it. Through his fingers, the material was felt. Taking it with him. Finding it difficult to converse with you after without letting his thoughts wander to what he has taken.

Your scent is a drug to him. The moment you decide to switch perfumes, he's the first to notice. Whatever fragrance you wear, he has a servant bring it to him. Your scent permeated every nook and cranny of his chambers. Jaehaerys believed that doing this would subdue his urges, but all it has done is intensify his desire for you.

When Jaehaerys is unable to sleep, he knows that he can no longer resist. Not only have you consumed all his thoughts, but his every dream. Imagining you in the most compromising positions. He could just send you to dragonstone and put up with the suffering. But this is all becoming too much.

For one night. Just one night he indulges in his whims. His beard tickles your skin as his mouth is on yours. The length of his cock pushing up into your cunt, spreading out your thigh wide for him. He has fully lost himself in the feeling. After so many restless nights, Jaehaerys can rest, bare body on yours. He does not feel shame until the sun rises.

He tells you it's the last time. No longer should he long after you. Yet he repeats those words again and again. Till he no longer does because he no longer believes it. Finding himself joining your bed that his chambers have been hardly used. Jaehaerys thinks of you as a witch at times. Who casted a spell on him. A spell he's unable to break from.

Daemon

His possessiveness over you was nowhere endearing. Not when he stood over another lord’s son, bloodied fists colliding with the boy’s face over and over because he tried to ‘kiss you’. Not when he locked you in your chambers so you wouldn’t meet your possible betrothal. Not when he was covered in blood all to crown you the maiden of love and beauty at every tourney. Love was believed to make a better man, but not yours, as it made Daemon nearly a beast filled with lust and ferocity.

There was no one who loved to tease you more than Daemon. Chuckling when you grow frustrated at his constant badgering. Some of his jokes are far from appropriate, and the sight of you becoming flustered is all the more enjoyment. Daemon imagines seeing that expression on your face when he finally bends you over. His dick hard under the material just at the thought.

He behaves like a dog in heat. Pressing against you as he whispers all sorts of filth things to your ears. It appears to be a game to him. To see how far he reaches your limits. Having his hands squeeze your chest above the fabric or having them slid under the dress to go between your legs.

Daemon loves it when you scold him. When you smack his hand away. Push him away. Slap his face even. It makes the so-called "game" even more entertaining and, most definitely, turns him on. He adores your fire, and it's the closest you'll ever come to receiving Daemon's heart eyes. Further, your brother knows of your desire for him as well.

Daemon loved to dress you in tight and revealing dresses. For all his possessiveness, there’s a satisfaction in seeing a man's eye with lust, knowing they will never have you. But shall any other man try to approach you, they will come to face him. As well leading to you being bent down over his lap while you are forced to count every strike against your skin until it’s swollen, knowing damn well he put you in this situation.

Through the secret passages of the castle. Daemon is found in your chambers late at night. Where you are groped as his cock slams in and out of your gushing hole. This is all his. He murmurs to your ears. No one should touch you like this. To pin you down. To fuck you like the little greedy whore you are. Only your brother. Only him.

At your time of month. Daemon insists you didn’t need all the maester’s teas and medicines. He was your cure. Head buried between your legs since the pleasure helps ease the pain. His tongue soon replaces his cock. And soon every month, he has you come to him. But Daemon does offer a better solution, one where you never have to worry about such pain. To have his child instead.

There's not a part of you that Daemon doesn't wish to corrupt. He strives to make you want him as much as he wants you. To share his lust. Have you plead for the feeling of his tongue and fingers. Have you drunk on his cock as he's drunk on your pussy.

Baelon

Everyone assumed as the younger, you will be the one to follow Baelon wherever he went, but it was he who trailed behind you. As children, Baelon didn't like anyone interfering with your shared playtime, even Aemon got beaten with a stick for trying. To those nearby, it was all an adorable display. But as now the two of you are of age, Baelon’s possessiveness persisted more than ever. Any innocence that was once shared has been tainted by the desire at play.

Baelon loved to tease you, but it was only him who could do so. Your possessions are taken by him as he swings his arms around, forcing you to leap and lunge to regain them. You are at his mercy if you are ticklish. Pleading and whines escaping your lips. Presenting him your puppy eyes and pouty lips. A sight you didn’t know aroused him. Briefly pausing before quickly regaining his composure.

You didn’t wear a dress more than once. Not out of sheer wealth, but rather you are unable to find them afterwards. Your nightgowns in particular. Baelon felt guilty sneaking into your chambers. And as much as he wants to return them. It’s not much of an option with them mostly covered in cum stains from how roughly he jerked off with them.

Your brother kisses you often on the cheek as a greeting or to bid you goodbye. Though on some occasions his lips ‘accidentally’ brush against yours. The blame being that you moved suddenly. But it becomes harder to pin the blame, as after the first time. Baelon has it happen again and again. That you no longer blink. Even when you are napping and feel lips on yours-you are yet to react.

There is also no reaction to the hand that’s on your thigh. At first, it was subtle and brief. Baelon and you laying in the open fields, jesting and speaking with one another. Until you feel the hand reach under your dress, it rests near your feet only to go higher and higher. Violet eyes on yours as he watches your expressions.

On your name day, Baelon promised you a gift. You weren't given your gift until the evening. Instructed to sit on the table as Baelon moves with his upper body hidden under your dress. Hands reaching to grab into anything as you throw your head back from the pleasure. Certain that the halls resounded to your moans. There won't be much guilt if you come to want him as well.

As keen as he was to please you. Baelon too had his own urges. Your hand able to feel the hardness through the material. Don't you wish to help him. To ease him. Is all the convincing you need. Your brother knows how eager you are to please him. Baelon has you sock his cock many mornings to bring him luck, while stroking your cheek and praising you.

This is wrong and you know it. He always has a way with words that makes you forget about all the repercussions that will follow. And the sensation of his cock buried deep inside of you leaves your mind numb. Your brother knows he has ruined you. Ruined you for any other lord. Not even a knight will have you in this condition. But it's what he intends. How else will you be truly his.

Viserys III

There is no guilt in Viserys' lust for you. You belong to him. Already claimed. After all, you would have been wed in the traditions of your house. Even when only a few of you remain, even when the two of you are a continent away from your ‘home’. Viserys will still uphold his duties. So when his thoughts go to what your bodies will do for the other, why should he feel shame.

Your brother has seen you bare perhaps more than yourself. He hated anyone looking at it. The servants are commanded to turn their gaze unless they wish for their eyes to be plucked out. As he would undress you or take you for a bath, Viserys would examine your body to ensure it was ‘healthy’. Making passing remarks that it will only be truly healthy if your belly was swollen with child and if your tits had milk in them.

Your place was in his lap. Viserys detested you sitting anywhere else. While it was outside in the gardens, during dinners, or you in his chambers. Your back was pressed against his chest, straddling his thigh. Usually with a book in your hand, but it doesn’t last long before your brother throws it across the room because it distracts you from him. But perhaps that distraction was needed, feeling the hands that rest on your thighs and stomach dangerously close to your intimate areas.  

Viserys even enjoyed feeding you fruits. Having Illyrio bring in many of your favorites. But with everything else, your brother has no good intentions. Loving the feeling of your tongue on his fingers as you open your mouth to take whatever he gives you. It makes him picture you doing the same to his cock, eagerly taking in your mouth as you do now.

The duty of cleaning him at his daily baths falls to you. Your brother ensures that every inch of his skin has been scrubbed clean. As soon as your hand reaches between Viserys' legs, his hips begin to move to your touch. Keeping your hand there as it’s not ‘clean’ yet.

It’s not long before your brother has you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. His hand on the back of your head forcing you to take all of him. You wish to please your brother don’t you. To make him happy, to make him proud of you. One day, he will become your husband and it is your duty to satisfy his every need. He’s just preparing you for it.

Every night, Viserys shares your bed. It started with touches. Hands resting on your stomach dangerously close to your intimate area. Then there were the hands squeezing your tits, rubbing his bulge against your behind. And then Viserys began to sleep bare. Soon, you came to follow. Waking up with your nipples sore and your body exposed to the chilly air.

When Viserys finally has you. He will seek you again and again. Saying that he has finally made a ‘woman’ out of you. Your back resting on a pillow as your brother breeds you roughly. He forces you to remain like this with the mix of both of your arousal leaking into the sheets behind you.

Rhaegar

Lonely Rhaegar was as a child, nose buried in a book, no interest in friends. Only you, his sweet, sweet sister was his company. And it remained such as that for the years to come. A man like your brother was believed to be valiant, honorable, noble. In spite of the customs of your house looming over you, the relationship you shared was considered admirable and ‘harmless’. Yet no one has ever peeked inside the head of the crown prince where his thoughts are nothing but pure.

For as sweet as your brother was to you, he was an opportunist at heart. For instance, when you are reaching to peck him on the cheek, only for him to turn just enough for your lips to brush his. Amusedly watching as you get all worked up before his hands are on your cheek, closing the gap.

With your mother often confined and your father the way he is. There was no one else to turn to other than Rhaegar. Hiding behind the covers, where an arm instinctively pulls you toward him. Singing you sweet lullabies, wiping away your tears. Your face covered in gentle kisses from your brow to your lips. And you feel his mouth on your neck to your shoulder. But he forces himself to stop as much as he wants to otherwise.

It’s easy to go to Rhaegar in any time of need. Flashing you a sweet smile as he offers his help. Tying the strings at the back of your dress. Tending to your bruised knee. Teaching you how to dance. And you either do not notice or not mind the lingering touches and how his eyes roam your body.

Once, wine was accidentally spilled all over your white dress at a feast. As he always does, Rhaegar moves quickly to assist you, removing you from the room. Protecting you from the prying eyes as he presses you against his chest. And when you are alone, he undresses your dress all while reassuring you that it's fine. Your body begins to feel warm as you watch him savor the scene before him.

As mentioned, you and Rhaegar often shared a bed. He would have you lie with him every night if it weren't such a scrutiny. Your scent was all that remained when you were to depart. When the sheets were removed by the servants, it secretly frustrates him. Helping him picture you underneath as he does unsavory things to your body.

Alone in his chambers, only for his eyes to see. Rhaegar urges to dress in his clothes. The sight of you wearing his shirt, thighs exposed and nipples poking through the fabric causes an uncomfortable strain in his pants. Pulling you to straddle one of his thighs. His hand on your revealed skin and face in your covered chest.

You are used to the roaming hands that rests on all places, your hips, chest, thighs. A new sensation hits you however when the hands move in between your legs. Long slick-covered fingers pressed into your cunt. All to prepare you for what's about to come. He has been patient for so long hasn’t he. Rhaegar has every intention of breeding you, seeing your belly swollen. In bounding you to him.

Aemond

The truth is, you don't know why your brother behaves the way he does.  All you know is that despite his refusal to admit it. He was terrified of losing you. Either it will be to his brother, his nephew, some lord, or that knight that you once gushed over. Aemond made himself your ‘protector’. Too focused on shielding you from anyone would take you away from him, when he should be shielding you from himself.

Whether at court or dinner, Aemond is your shadow, following you wherever you must go. Even if you cannot sense him, Aemond is close by. Your every move is under his watch, as he believes it is his duty to make sure you are safe and well. Even as he watches you undress and bathe.

In the hidden corners of the library, you are seated on your brother’s lap. Either sharing a book or having one of your own. If Aemond feels your attention straying, a slap is given to your inner thigh each time you do so. Even when your attention returns to the book, the hand is still on your thigh. His fingers gripping the skin as a warning.

Aemond has a habit of his fingers reaching for your mouth. Either to wipe away the remaining food or to stop your habit of biting your lip. These touches are not purely out of looking out for you. The thoughts that appear in the back of his head cause him to squint with lust. As he pulls down your lower lip with a light touch of his thumb. Resisting the ever needing urge to push his thumb between your lips.

He breathed into your scent. Whenever he would embrace you, he would press his face against your hair or neck. Everything that smelled like you-your clothes-your perfume was taken. It is a dishonorable, repulsive habit he will never admit to. Throwing the things into the fire once they no longer smell like you.

Your mother tried to stop you and Aemond from sleeping together in the same bed, and for a while, she believes she succeeded—had it not been for Aemond finding the hidden passages. Watching you sleep while slipping under the covers. The feelings of his overwhelming love and intense lust entwined. In his desire to kiss every inch of your skin and in his desire to bury his fingers between your legs.

He needed to fulfill his curiosities. Pulling the nightgown down enough to show him tits or pulling it up to show him your cunt. If only he could be satisfied by the sight. If only Aemond was a patient man. Drowning himself in your taste. Your eyes open. Feeling the twitching of your legs the and pressure in the pit of your stomach.

This makes something inside Aemond snap. Even if you were already fully aware of his desire before. All of the frustration that he has been building up suddenly surfaces to meet you. In how little you are left unable to walk. In all the marks scattered variously on your body. In how he stuffs your cunt to the brim with his seed.

Young Griff AKA Aegon

There was no one who loved you any more than your brother. Aegon so thoughtful, gentle, loving, and protective. All things a brother should be. Yet your brother harbors a flame of jealousy and possessiveness that he shows only to those he deems a ‘threat’. There was no forgetting of the such thoughts that roamed your brother’s mind. Leaving him feeling ashamed and guilty.

Everything was done together. Only when the need arose did you rarely separate from one another. At night, the two of you further shared a bed. A practice that Jon himself frowned upon. Where underneath the sheets Aegon clutches you tightly to him. Limbs entwined, his face buried in your neck. Where a devil sits on his shoulder whispering to him to commit the most sinful of sins.

Your brother would kiss you anytime and anywhere. Addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. It was such an intimate act, but Aegon told you it was alright for brothers and sisters to do such things. Even when his tongue stroked yours, even when the kiss lasts more than seconds, minutes even.

He loved leaning into your body. At the open fields, found resting his head on your lap. But he loved nothing more than resting his head on your chest. Cheek pressed to the fabric covering your skin. He hopes you don’t notice the way his face and hands inch closer to your tits. Or his constant movements brought on by the discomfort of his tightening trousers.

You two like to wrestle‌. Though it’s all in good fun, with Aegon making sure to be careful as possible. Laughs are heard as you roll around the ground. But it quickly becomes intimate. When he feels you pressed against him, straddling his waist. Aegon swallows, taking the risk by lightly rubbing his hips against yours all while looking you in the eye.

A quiet moan escapes your lips from the movement. And it gives him the encouragement to further continue, low moans also escaping him. He's all the more reassuring when you tell him how strange this makes you feel. Hands-on your waists to move your hips as well. When the two of you reach your high, the embarrassment slowly seeps in, feeling the mess in his trousers.

You really make it all the harder for him. Watching as you take off your clothes, exposing yourself to him, then beckoning for him to follow as you sprint off to the lake. Aegon does, never wanting to turn you down. It surprises you when he swims up to you and wraps his arms around you before giving you a passionate kiss that nearly took your breath. Unable to contain himself any longer, your brother confesses his sinful desires.

Aegon is tucked between your legs with his face buried in your neck as you have your back against the stone ground near the lakes. He repeatedly professes his love. All of this must be a dream. Finally having you under him. Having you be his, body and soul. He withheld himself from you long enough. Taking a bite of the forbidden fruit, forever addicted to the taste of it.

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[alannybunnue]

Headcanons of queen!reader with her babies (Aegon, Aemond,Helaena and Daeron) plisssss

Oh, i have some in mind:

♡

When they were younger, the Queen used to read stories for them on the daily basis. Some westerosi others not

But one that had some big impact was the story of a fairy that picks up teeth from the children that fell and use it as a test, for a week, the child should behave while the teeth must be kept under their pillow, if they misbehaved, by the end of the week, the fairy would come and take all their teeths away. But they behave, they would get a gift :3

So one time, Aegon did misbehave, and he spent the entire week crying out of fear for the fairy. Aemond saw that, pick up a wooden sword and stayed the whole week in Aegon's room to make his mama proud for protecting his brother from an evil fairy. Of course, the Queen had to call out saying that the fairy let Aegon go, so Aemond could sleep properly again.

♤

She was the one who taught embroidery to Helaena, but she never expected to her to get such interest in it...Until the Queen's clothes were found with some embroideries of little bugs in it.

And she used them with pride 😌

Actually, there was also one time that Viserys also got one in his clothes, but only noticed them when Lyonel questioned whispering this during council, he looked at his wife, who remained quiet for a while and indicated him to do the same, both knew pretty well what happened.

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There were many times when Aegon interrupted his parents "alone time" because he wanted to sleep with his mother. That also indulged his sister to join too.

He stopped after a while.

Also, about Viserys, he doesn't neglect his children here 😚

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Daeron in this AU doesn't go to Old town, so he remains in King's Landing and uses his "younger brother card" to gain more privilege without notice.

Remember when i said that the Queen likes to tell stories?

Yeah there were times when Daeron and Aemond would compete to see who would sit with their mother at her lap.

Daeron was the winner most of the time

[darkestspring]

to have and to hold

a/n: my first request! im honored. this was requested by @gulnarsultan​ for aegon I, maegor, viserys I, baelon, aerys II, rickard stark, eddard stark as yandere spouses. thank you for all your support and love. (i did leave some out that i just wasn’t feeling like i could write)

 Aegon I “The Conquerer” Targaryen

He is the definition of devoted husband. Despite you being his third wife, he adores you just the same. he spends most of his free time with you. Even if you express your distaste or concern, he showers you with endless affection and gifts. Hair pins, books, jewels. Anything your heart desires, he’ll acquire it for you.

Of course, there’s also the fact that you’re not allowed anywhere without him, Visenya, or Rhaenys. Or five guards. It’s better to pretend you aren’t aware that they���re trying to isolate you with only them to keep you company. It’s better to smile and kiss whichever spouse is accompanying you for the day and thank them.

“My heart.” He coo at you, kisses being pressed all over your face and neck. He’s as soft as a targaryen can be when he’s with you. You’re his wife, one of his loves. “I’ll burn all of westeros down if you ask it of me.” he’ll tell you late at night as you hold you in his arms. “I’ll do anything, you need only ask it.” He’ll insist and he will. He’ll give you anything you want. But don’t ask to be free. He’s your husband. You belong with him.

Maegor I “The Cruel” Targaryen

despite the fact that he already had multiple wives, he grew an instant infatuation with you and refused to accept any other outcome than to marry you. after all, what choice did they have? who would refuse a dragon?

he most likely wouldn’t wait for approval or care what anyone else thinks. he’ll marry you in the tradition of valyria with his mother as witness. what you want doesn’t necessarily matter to him. you will be his wife. you will carry his children. he’ll make it so even if he has to spend all day in bed with you.

he’s softer with you than his other wives that’s for sure. he’ll cup his face with his hands and whsiper “My wife.” before kissing you so deeply you feel like you’re drowning. You’ll always be his wife, even after his death you’ll still be his.

Viserys I “The Peaceful” Targaryen

It’s your kindness that makes him keep seeking you out. Your kindness and care towards him makes him want to be around you constantly. He’ll gift you books and scrolls on subjects you both like. He’ll gift you flowers and little trinkets. He’ll sometimes create scenarios in which you seek him out because he wishes to be around you constantly.

He’s always holding your hand, always looking at you with this lovestruck and soft look on his face. He’s not one to isolate you. You’re his wife already. His beloved queen. But in the instance that this person talks badly about you or threatens you, he’ll get rid of them with no hesitation.

When you become pregnant, he’s overjoyed. Proof of the love you both share. “My love.” He’ll let out, his hand gripping onto yours gently as you both smile. “What wonderful news. The happiest news, my darling.” Even if you die before he does, if he is forced to take another wife, he’ll always love you. He’ll consider you his only wife. His only love. The children you have together, his only children. He’ll love you even in death.

Baelon “The Brave” Targaryen

Even before he was your husband and even after, he has a tendency to not leave your side. if someone wants to find baelon, they need only to find you first. whether you’re his first or second wife, he’ll be just as devoted. He basically worships the ground you walk on and doesn’t take kindly to other talking badly about you.

He loves to lay his head in your lap and have you run his hand through his hair, it comforts him greatly. Baelon is mischievous and regarded as brave but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own mean streak. he’s capable of great cruelty to those who are a threat to you and your safety. You mean a great deal to him so he won’t allow anyone to ruin the life you both have together or your safety.

“Other half of my soul.” He’ll whisper softly as he kisses your forehead. He can’t help but want to give you the entire world. He’ll acquire things that remind him of you to gift you. the moment you’re with child, he’ll devote all of his free time to you. he’s overcome with joy. A baby! a piece of both of you. He’ll place his hand on your growing stomach and be overcome with fondness. He’ll kiss you with all the gentleness in the world. A gentleness reserved only for you.

Aerys II “The Mad King” Targaryen

In the beginning he’s very charismatic, it’s easy to forget that he refuses to let others see you. people who hold conversations with you, that get to hear your voice and see your smile, die at his hand. they don’t deserve you, he’ll tell you. you’re his wife. everything you have, everything you are, is solely his.

If you’re still alive by time he starts to go crazy, you’re the only person he’ll allow to touch him. he’ll cling to you the entire time and refuse to let go. You’re his beloved wife, the only person he’ll trust.

“please love me, don’t leave me. I beg of you.” He’ll whisper into your shoulder as he clings to you. It’s hard to remember that you’re his captive wife. That anyone who even looks at you, he’ll order dead. You don’t say an ything in return as you hold him gently.

Rickard Stark

Rickard is the definition of dutiful husband. He loves you so dearly and wants to have a peaceful life with you. He’ll have warm coats made for you so that you’ll never go cold in Winterfell. Anything you wish for, he’ll acquire. You are his wife.

Rickard’s last thought is of you, whether you are dead or alive, he thinks of you. He’s already failed you, failed his children. He just hopes justice and honor will come. He wishes to see you once more. He’ll thinks about all of the moments you have shared.

“My wolf.” Is his favorite petname, he would cup your flushed cheeks his hands and press his forehead against yours. “I’ll do anything for you. My wife. Wait for me.” It’s easy to forget that rickard’s jealousy of other men leads him to sentence them to death for smiling at you.

Eddard Stark

Eddard is a dedicated husband, he brings the definition of fuck around and find out to life. He outright won’t kill people for simply holding a conversation with his wife but if he believes they’re a threat to his wife, to her safety or to their marriage, he won’t hesitate to do what he has to, to keep his wife safe, his family safe, the north safe. You’re his wife, the only one he wants.

Eddard will show you around the north and tell you about the area, the danger, the places he likes to see. He wants to be happy there, with him. With all the children you’ll eventually have. Once jon comes into both your and his life, you comfort him, you agree to care for him. You feel slightly bad but you vow to care for him as you do your other children.

It’s devastating when he’s executed, your children try their hardest to shield you from the truth. From the schemes and manipulations of others. You try your hardest to think of what he would want in times like these. Of how he would deal with those who threaten the safety of his family. You’ll do what you must. The north always remembers.

[0silver0dreams0]

Yandere House of the dragon x ModernReborn!Reader

Summarised: (your name) died in a horrific way, but she has been reborn in a new world, where the body she is trapped in is (your name) Targaryen, daughter of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen, who took her own life after the death of her dear sister Helaena, who was very close to her.

Warning: This story contains descriptions of sexual violence and vulgar language, a small change of ages of the characters to make more sense.

Author's note: English is not my first language, please let me know so I can correct them.

You just want to relax at least one second or two, maybe end that series or read that special book. Being at university was tough but it was even tougher having a job too in a bar, where if a man showed even a minor interest in you will go he would comein you direction, visibly drunk, smelly and disgusting putting money in your uniform and saying obscenities. Some would just go and leave you alone if you were lucky, but others would try to follow you or even try to touch you, but you always managed to get away and escape them. But is seems that this time, you didn't. Now you were pulled into a lonely alley, next to the trash, with an obviously drunk man, with ginger hair, horrible teeth and a foul smell he gave you a ten-dollar tip but now he was trying to take your clothes off. Fighting and fighting, that's the only thing you could do, and the worst of all you just DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. How to getting yourself out of this situation? He was stronger and bigger than you, he had already taken you underwear off under your skirt until he freed one hand to unzip his jeans, so you put your only free hand in his eye, pressing as hard you could and with rage.

"Ahh! bloody bitch!"

When he let you go, you ran as fast you could, but he grabbed your ankle, causing you to hit your head. You felt dizzy, numb, and you couldn't move your body. Plus your vision was lost; you could only see the little mark on the wall, a dragon with more than one head or at least you thought could see.

"Hey! Get up! I'm not playing! GET UP, BITCH!"

You just heard him, you wished, you really wished that you could get up, but you couldn't. You felt water around your head and neck, but you could see now, it was not water, it was blood, your blood. Now it was cold or at least it was for you, and it was catching you, cold, and colder you felt. that bastard haad gone already, leaving you there, alone, cold, and without underwear. Maybe is a good idea to take a nap, isn't it? Maybe in the morning everything will be better, just maybe.

When you wake up, you are in your crib, hungry, and alone, so you did the only thing you could: you cried.

"What is wrong now,dear?" A woman came up, your mother, "You are hungry, right?" your mother look at you with a soft smile, taking out her breast, she gently brushed your hair as you fed.

You are her little baby, her replica. She wasn’t going to use you like she did with your brothers; you would have freedom in this harsh world, she often thought about your future. But one thing was certain: you weren’t going anywhere from her side. Before she could think of anything else. She left you in your crib, your stomach already full. Even though her other sons wasn’t like you, she loved them. It’s just that you were like her—you have her hair, her nose, her cheeks, and even her smile. You only have your big purple eyes, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that you were another piece of her.

Even though she didn’t like to admit it, you were her favourite. And even if she never said it, it was obvious to everyone. She fed you herself; you didn’t have a wet nurse like your siblings. She knew that, apart from Rhaenyra, you were the second favourite of the king, her husband. And then there was your sister Helaena, always watching you with her curious eyes, who was only one year older than you. As for Aegon, well, he would always be Aegon—jealous of all the attention and love you received. Of course, he loved you, but why? Why did you receive so much attention and affection? He felt like he had to beg for even a little, as if he didn’t have a grain of love, as if he wasn’t special.

A while later that night, the doors opened, letting in your dear father, followed by someone behind him—your older sister, Rhaenyra. With a smile on his lips and without greeting anyone, not even his wife, he went straight to your crib.

"How is the little one? It seems she’s resting just fine," he said, touching your cheek lovingly. "Everything is fine; she just needs her space, Your Grace," Alicent responded, her voice tense. "She looks like you, but I can feel the dragon inside her," said Rhaenyra, gazing down at you beside her father. "Yes, but I really need the two of you to go. She’s already asleep, and I don’t want anyone disturbing her and—" before the Queen could finish, Rhaenyra interrupted. "We aren’t making any noise. Just five minutes won’t hurt, being by her side."

"Please, Alicent, she’s just a baby. She doesn’t need space; we can stay here with her," the King responded, a touch of obviousness in his voice. "As you command, Your Grace," Alicent replied.

The only thing Alicent could do in that moment was clench her fists behind her back and bite the inside of her cheek, merely watching as her husband and Rhaenyra hovered over your crib, oblivious to the tension and rage on her face. You stirred lightly in your sleep, unaware of the silent battle above you.

"You’ll see, my Queen, she’ll be like me—like a dragon, big and strong," Rhaenyra said softly, her voice filled with affection as she gazed at you.

Alicent’s eyes narrowed, her frustration growing with each word Rhaenyra spoke about you and herself. How dare she compare herself to my daughter? Alicent thought bitterly. And how dare they act as if they know what’s best for her? You were her child, and you would never be like Rhaenyra, bearing bastards and shaming the name and duty of your house.

"Yes, she’ll be strong. But now, let’s leave her to rest. It’s late, and we don’t want to wake her," the King said, turning to Alicent. "Thank you, my dear. You’ve done well."

Alicent bowed her head, the polite gesture hiding her fury. "Of course, Your Grace."

As they turned to leave, Alicent stood by your crib, just the two of you once more, her mind racing. She would protect you, no matter what. You were her baby.

The next morning Alicent was awaken by the maids, who prepare her for the day, when she came back in her room were you were before, your crib was empty. Scared call one of the maids

"Where's my daughter?!" She asked with anxiety and tension clear in his voice. "I'm not sure, my Queen. I'll find out right away."

While the maid was gone, Alicent’s anxiety grew. She rushed out of the room, determined to find her daughter. Who dared take her baby away from her protection?

She searched everywhere, her worry mounting with each passing moment. It wasn’t until she reached the garden that she finally saw you—her little baby girl—in the arms of Rhaenyra, walking through the garden with her illegitimate sons, as if nothing had happened,as if they had just stolen her baby.

"How dare you?!" Alicent's pace quickened as she moved to take you into her arms. Before she could reach you, Rhaenyra stepped aside, still carrying you, blocking Alicent’s path.

“We were just taking a walk. She looked so bored and alone in her room, so I thought it would be nice for her to get a little sun,” Rhaenyra explained, gently brushing the little bit of hair you had.

“She’s not yours to decide that! She is my dau—” Alicent began, but before she could continue, Viserys cut her off. “Alicent! Stop right now. She is my daughter too, and I think it’s a good idea that she spends time with her sister and nephews.”

Defedent Alicent just look the little smirk that Rhaenyra gave her. Rhaenyra triumphantly thanked her father, and walked away with you and her little toddlers.

How could she protect you when you had been taken from her side so easily? Why did no one listen to her about what she wanted for her baby? Why was everyone so ignorant?

While Rhaenyra was just happy, feeling she had won against Alicent for you, her little sister, she imagined everything would be better if you were her daughter, her little baby. But Alicent always seemed to step in the way. Soon, you and Rhaenyra would be inseparable. Perhaps you could marry one of her sons, and in that way, you would be with her forever. She envisioned herself as your mother, but ultimately, she would be your mother, no matter what—regardless of Alicent’s rants or even your brothers.

Pt. 2 >> (coming soon)

Author's note: (your name) doesn’t know what will happen to everyone or what will happen to her in the other world.

[lady-ashfade]

Yan!Mother!Alicent targaryen x Crybaby!Fem!Reader. Vs other Yandere house of the dragon characters.

Just a small idea for the AI picture, it gave me a few ideas and might write more.

Warnings: Yandere content, bullying to get attention, reader being a massive cry baby

The sound of bare feet echo through the halls and many people gasp as a child runs passed them. The young princess covered in mud and her dress ripped, her eyes rolling with tears as she sobs. Her body hit a few on the way but kept running up the stairs to find her mother or anyone she can. The boys had pushed her in the mud when she asked to play, they had never been so cruel to her before. Her sweet nephews were always so kind and let her do what she wanted, but Aegon had always made fun and poked at her. The young girl made her way to the floor, she didn’t care about the meeting and all she wanted was her mother.

Pushing open the door she ran into the room and stoped to look around for her mother. The table turned quickly and their eyes widen in shock and confusion. “My dear girl,” Alicent stood up immediately and pushed her chair to the side and rushed over to her crying daughter, “What’s has happened.” The mother bend down and rubbed the mud off her face. The girl just continues to sob and wail. Viserys stood up at the table, Rhaenrya feeling sick and waiting for her moment to comfort the sweet girl. “It- It was Jace, Luke and Aegon.” She stuttered with her small voice.

“They pushed me into the mud, and I ripped my dress falling all on it.”

Rhaenrya placed a hand on her belly at the image of her boy’s hurting you. She raised them well and they wouldn’t do that, at least on their own since they loved you so much. Alicent pulled her closer and kissed her forhead even if it was still dirty. “We are to have a meeting later about what happened after she is cleaned and calm.” The queen stood up and looked at her husband and then glared at rhaenrya. “Your boys will be there.” All Viserys could do was sigh and rub his face. He dismissed the council, rhaenrya looked at her father but he shrugged and agreed with Alicent.

The princess was bathed fully and placed in her favorite dress, her mother getting her all her favorite food and treats. Aemond found out and hugged his sister while she continued to cry about how she didn’t know what she did. Aemond was furious how they picked on his perfect sister. As they awaited for rhaenrya and her children the princess hugged her mother tight and refused to let go. Alicent was ready to behead them all or exile them since they dare hurt her child. Then Aegon…who had puffed red cheeks from a slap he earned from his mother, and getting screamed at by his father too. He stayed quiet and looked down.

As soon as Rhaenrya entered with her sons the room shifted into a deep tension between everyone. You still stood by your mother and cling to her dress, too upset to look at your nephews eyes. Aemond walked closer and beside you, placing a hand on your head as you sniffled. Alicent looked at the young boys and then to their mother with a suspicious glare on what she would do. “Tell me boys, why have would you do such a thing.” The queen asked them. Their eyes shifted from the queens to her eldest son who refused to look up feeling their presence.

“The boys have said that it was a way they could earn her affection. I believe the words spoken to them were “Treat a woman rough and like a toy and they’ll be forever grateful.” along those lines. And I do believe your son, Aegon told them so.” Alicent looked over at Aegon. She had just got done dealing with him and now this? “It was just a bit of teasing, we did not think she’d actually fall and get hurt.” Alicent fumed and the mouth and tried to control herself again. Jace and Luke looked at the princess head and tried not to cry. Luke started to tear up at the memory of her crying and screaming, Jace couldn’t believe he was mean to her. Even if it was to get her affection.

“You’ll all apologize to her, now! Do you understand me? I shall speak to the king for a harder punishment for this acted but for now you can no longer see her.” Rhaenrya gasped and looked at the sweet princess she loved. When if Alicent was her mother she still had no right. The boys pouted. “My queen, please rethink-” Alicent stopped her by lifting you up and turned your face around to reveal the smallest cut on your chin that was once covered by mud. “She is injured. There are bruises already showing up and the maesters tell me she could have broken a arm! So no, I do not think I will reconsider.” Luke was the first toe break.

“We are truly sorry, Y/n. It was never intended for you to get hurt we promise.” He cried as his brother agreed beside him. You look at the boys crying and apologizing for your forgetfulness that it makes you forgive them a bit. “I- I forgive you.” You mumble so soft before turning away and back into your mother’s embrace while still being mad at them. Thought you didn’t fully forgive them it was a start and you expected their apology. They could make it up to you soon if they can see you again. Aemond looked at the crying boys and smirks a bit while reaching for his sister to pull her into his arms. The princess expected his gesture and wrapped her arms around him for comfort.

Rhaenrya looked at Alicent who stared back at her. The boys all looked at each other with glares over the princess. Aegon who hated that he would hurt his precious sister who was the only one nice to him.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen/Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🐉— lady l: hi... So, it just freaked me out and I needed to write this, kind of like a base for Valyrian Heritage part 2... I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, unhealthy platonic relationships, mention of mutilation and war, messy writing.

❝ 🐉pairing: platonic!yan!mom rhaenyra targaryen and yan!dad laenor velaryon x gender neutral!reader, platonic yandere!hotd x gn!reader.

Rhaenyra and Laenor have always gotten along well, although not so close, they were always friendly with each other and even came to an agreement after their marriage. They would live their own lives and be free to love someone else.

The few times they slept together were not for pleasure, but to try to conceive an heir. And it worked, when Rhaenyra discovered she was pregnant just a few months after her wedding, much to everyone's delight.

You were the only child born of their marriage, well, at least the only legitimate one. There was no doubt about your legitimacy, since you were a copy of your father when you were born and became more like your mother as you grew up.

They loved you unconditionally, there are not enough words to describe how much they love you. They say you never love anything on the world the way you love your first child and that's true when it comes to your parents. They love all of their other children, but it's pretty clear how attached they are and favor you more than anyone else.

Laenor is the most attached to you, however, as you were his child. Really his. And although he loved your brothers who were born after you, there was no doubt that he preferred you above them all. You were the apple of your father's eye, you could never do anything wrong in his eyes and he will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Rhaenyra loved you with all her heart, the first moment she placed you in her arms for the first time was like a blessing, a gift from the gods old and new. You were her precious, her most precious treasure and nothing and no one will take you away from her. No one steals what belongs to a dragon and gets away with it.

You were not only spoiled and loved by your parents, but also by your grandparents. Rhaenys and Corlys adored you, simple as that, they spoil you more than anyone and always take you to Driftmark when Rhaenyra allows it. Corlys always makes a point of reminding you of your heritage, that you are a Velaryon, and Rhaenys tries to participate as much as possible in your upbringing.

Viserys loved you deeply too, considering that you are his first grandchild and he tries his best to be present in your life. He would often pick you up and sit with you on the Iron Throne, reminding you that one day everything would be yours. And he doesn't even try to hide his favoritism. He knew that if Aemma was still alive, she would love you as much as he does.

Alicent was excessively attached to you too, and although she had grandchildren of her own, she didn't even try to hide how much she preferred your company. Although she has no patience for children, she loves you with all her heart and strongly believes that Rhaenyra is not a good mother for you, a belief that became stronger after the birth of Jacaerys. Otto encourages Alicent's tendencies while cultivating his.

You were the example for your younger brothers, Jacaerys, being the second child, is the clingiest and most protective towards you. He had you first, so you were his first. Lucerys is extremely possessive of your attention and sulks when others get it. Joffrey is the baby and the youngest and so he wants to receive more attention from you.

Your aunt and uncles were very close to you, mainly due to age and because of Alicent's encouragement, who was always sure that you would grow up surrounded by her children.

Aegon is very emotionally dependent on you and is almost always leaning around you, looking for comfort. Helaena loves you with all her heart, she wants to be by your side all the time and she trusts you completely. Aemond is the closest to you, always seeking comfort and confirmation from you, he wants to impress you at any cost. You didn't spend as much time with Daeron, but he misses you and cherishes the memories he has with you.

You were the anchor of your family after the years passed, the only person capable of bringing them all together. Viserys and you had this in common, the desire to reunite the family and you managed it, although it never lasted for long.

All servants were instructed to do your whims and desires. Laenor and Rhaenyra are extremely protective of you and suspicious of anyone who approaches you, especially if it is one of the Greens.

You loved your family, you really loved them, but sometimes all you wanted was to be free from so much pressure. You found fun and ''freedom'' in associating more with your great-uncle, Daemon, who was always taking you away with him, causing your parents to panic. You always came back unscathed, though.

However, you knew you would have to choose a side. After Aemond's mutilation, you found yourself at an impasse when your father sneaked into your room that night and asked you to run away with him. Running away with him means you would be free from your burdens, but the conflict would never stop and would only escalate.

You didn't have any more time. You had to choose between running away with Laenor and escaping the war or staying with Rhaenyra and dealing with the conflicts between the Blacks and the Greens, as well as your overwhelming and possessive family.

Choosing between your father and mother was never something you thought you would do, until this day. The thought of never being able to see Rhaenyra again and hear her reading to you or never seeing your father teaching you how to fight again filled you with fear and anguish. You knew what you had to do, but could you bear the consequences of your choice?

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: fem!reader, cisgender female reader (I'm sorry mascs and nbs, I'll make something for you later) incest/targcest implied for later, platonic and romantic yanderes, yandere EVERYONE x reader, here's a list of every character that will be featured (not all of them are romantic):Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Rhea Royce, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Viserys I Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Haelena Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Jacaerys Velaryon, Laena Velaryon, Laenor Velaryon

Notes: I go by a very strange mix of the series and the books, I haven't seen the series in a while so the timeline will most likely be a mess. I'd like this to be a series but I've been incredibly busy. Extra: at first I thought about making reader Mysaria's daughter, but this is a self insert, so it's best that you look however you like, leaving the mother anonymous. The only physical reference I'll make will be reader's silver hair

>After Rhaenyra was declared the heir of the iron throne, Daemon, insulted, flew away with his mistress, the white worm, who he would conceive a child with, even asking for a dragon egg for the prince or princess to come

>However, Viserys demanded him to go back to his home and wife, he sent Mysaria off to lys, where the stress of a storm in the trip back made her lose the baby

>Daemon never fully forgave his brother, and this left him less than eager to have another child anytime soon

>So imagine his surprise, when 7 years later, there's a rumour spreading in flea bottom like wildfire, about a girl carrying Daemon's bastard

>Many women had claimed to carry a royal child before, thinking this could give them any sort of prize, so Daemon didn't think much of it at first, but when he heard her name, he recognized her as one of his previous "favorites" who disappeared without a trace months ago

>She was said to have taken residence in Essos, and Daemon went on dragonback to find her. She was from the free cities, five years older than Daemon, and a heart as cold as a northern winter, or so they said. She was not expecting Daemon, running away to have the child in peace

>"They said I was too far along when I found out, moon tea would've only harmed me. Besides, it was lucrative in its own way" said the woman. Daemon did little to suppress the disgust on his face when thinking about her being defiled by other men while carrying his dragonseed babe

>She wanted no part in the baby's life, and Daemon, in his particular fashion, informed her he'd take the youngling as soon as it's out of her, may even pay her a few coins to make sure she won't do much as think about keeping it

>A few months passed, and he returned to king's landing with a babe in arms. Demanding an egg in honor of the birth of princess Y/N Targaryen

>This egg would later hatch into the dragon Dagahrion, the princess' bound dragon

>The court was a hot mess, according to Otto, he wouldn't be surprised if the young creature lost its left ear because of all the gossip and ill-speaking of her, just like her father. This was a scandal, considering he was still married to Rhea Royce, who he gravely dishonored time and time again, Daemon was always shameless, but this was crossing a limit, even for him, to call his bastard a princess while refusing to lay with his own rightful wife, disgraceful

>Daemon tried to use you as yet another attempt to get his brother to annul his marriage to "the bronze bitch", but even when he failed, he did everything in his power to legitimize his daughter

>Despite everyone on the council telling Viserys how foolish it'd be to do it, making enemies out of the Royce house, further insulting Rhea, and putting a whoreborn on the line of succession (no matter how far from the throne), all it took was a little yawn and the bright twinkle of your eyes to make him melt, he is fully committed to his role of uncle, even as a doting grandfather, considering his father passed long before her birth

>Viserys sent Daemon back to the Vale, saying he should do his best to give lady Rhea an heir, to make up for the slip and avoid causing the Targaryen house any more trouble. Viserys, for totally not selfish reasons wanted to keep the princess in KL, saying Rhea should not be made to raise his bastard

>Daemon said he'd rather be exiled again than to leave his daughter in Hightower hands to go try to fuck his wife. Viserys was greatly offended by the implication that the Hightowers truly ruled and schemed while he reigned

>To his outmost displeasure, he finally had to let his niece go to the Vale with her father

>Rhea loved you as soon as she set eyes on you, completely separating you from your father's actions, and seeing you as a pure angel in this horrible situation

>But it was so difficult with Daemon around, she just wanted to whisk you away and love you, she'd pray to the mother to be able to breastfeed you, crying when she heard you wail in frustration of your hunger, since it took several wet nurses to get you to drink milk

>But Daemon was always around to remind her you were not hers, that he considered her lowly, not worthy of you. He'd correct you when you learning to speak, and dared to refer to her as "mama"

>It was said the ground of the vale would shake upon them yelling when fighting over you

>But this joy to Rhea was short lived, as Daemon sent you to KL when he had to fight in the war of the stepstones, saying the "nest of vipers" was more deserving of you than she was. When you were three, your step mother had an accident while hawking, many said Daemon orderded for her to be poisoned when she was bed bound, others said the distress of your parting made her lose skill

>It was Viserys greatest pleasure when you were left at his care, his adorable baby niece was now an infant, and somehow you were even more charming, being able to speak, sing and walk

>To no one's surprise, Viserys' reaction was not generalized, with many not being keen on having a bastard running around the castle playing with the princes, by that point, Aegon was 8, Haelena was 7, Aemond was 5, and Daeron was 1, and almost all of them could see people treated you differently

>Rhaenyra was welcoming, baby Lucerys had just been born, and she was delighted to have a girl to spoil, it only helped that Jacaerys loved you as well, and would often fight his uncles for the chance to be with you

>Alicent in particular was not pleased with your presence, thinking you were an uncomfortable conversation to have with her children, especially resentful of the fact her youngest son would be attached at the hip with you

>To Otto, you were an annoyance, a living proof of Daemon's pure disregard for the norms, however, he could rest at night knowing you were ninth in the line of succession, and a girl, who would someday marry a son of a minor house and be too busy bearing children to present a claim to the iron throne

>Even though the Hightowers were tougher than the king, they did eventually succumb to your spell, and became just as enamoured with you as everyone else, in their minds, you were almost a product of spontaneous generation, completely ignoring your shameful father and prostitute mother

>Your arrival also caused the birth of Lucerys (who was again, born with a striking resemblance of Harwin Strong, just like his older brother) to be less gossiped about, after all, your case was much more interesting

>Some people in court starting referring to you as "The princess of flea bottom", this title costed quite a few tongues around the castle, ordered by Viserys, happily approved by Otto

>The Hightower hand was careful not to show too much affection to you, as it was improper and he knew how zealous was Viserys when it came to you

>Aegon was "already too old to be playing" in his words, and kept his distance from you, you reminded him to much of his sticky handed little brothers

>But as if you knew, you chased him around and praised him for his knightly demeanor (in your eyes) and how he's just like the heroes in Viserys' stories. It was not a long time before Aegon now appointed himself as your guard, watching like a hawk over his brothers and nephews when he thought they were being too rough on you

>Haelena loves you from the start, sees you as a little doll, she loves showing you her bugs, you're the only one who listens to her attentively

>Jacaerys and Daeron are only a year old, but always search for you, you think they're cute, something that spikes jealousy on Aemond, he wants you to think of him as someone worthy of admiration, like you see his older brother, he'd even accept being cute in your eyes, but he has none of those traits to appeal to you. You love him and love playing with him nonetheless, but he thinks he needs something else to win your favor

>The Velaryons dote on you too, with Laenor married to Rhaenyra and once your father marries Laena that same year, they are maybe too eager to become part of your family, and regard you as theirs

>Especially Laena, who Daemon allows (unlike with Rhea) to pamper and care for you, but still corrects you when it comes to remembering your origins, Laena may love you, but she's not your mother

>Maybe Daemon does this as a way to imagine you're only his, he doesn't care for the woman who abandoned such a precious treasure, she has been wiped away from your life and memory, you're only familiar with your father, you only belong to him

>You have his silver hair, you have his name, no matter who your mother was, you are his true valyrian heir, his dragonseed

>Unfortunately, Daemon is not the only one whose eyes light up when thinking of owning you

[anxiousnerdwritings]

How would everyone react if Aemma lost her eye instead of Aemond? Like she tried to break up the fight and jumped in the middle, thus taking the knife for Aemond? I can imagine how devastated Viserys and Rhaenyra would be, it feels like they failed to protect Aemma again…

Tw: Yandere themes, the loss of an eye, the taking of others’ eyes, and a brief mention of incest

It would depend on who Aemma!lookalike was the child of honestly. If she was Rhaenyra’s child I think Viserys would be more likely to have one of his kids take out their own eye for the one that was damaged for the Reader. Alicent would still very much fight it, but if Aemma!lookalike was her child she’d be demanding an eye from Jace or Like all the same. The only difference would be she would rely on the fact that it was in regards to Aemma!lookalike that she would hopefully actually get Viserys to command one of Rhaenyra’s children’s eyes as recompense.

Rhaenyra would feel especially guilt ridden. She would get after the other children involved for having started a fight in general but most importantly for not having kept the Reader out of it. She definitely feels like she has failed her child by not protecting them and now they’re not only scarred but literally missing a part of themself now. Rhaenyra would be reminded of the fact that she failed Aemma!lookalike everyday, even if the damage is hidden (the Reader may wear their hair a certain way to cover their missing eye now), Rhaenyra would forever have to look at her poor child knowing full well she wasn’t there for them when they needed her most. One thing would be for certain though, after this ordeal Rhaenyra would never allow her precious child anywhere out of her sight let alone out of her reach.

Something that would really make Rhaenyra’s heart clench would be if the Reader were to just be accepting of the situation from the start. Like, “Yaeh this happened and it’s my life now but at least my brothers and cousins are safe.” Even if they were to just fake it and put on a brave face for her would mean a lot. It wouldn’t take away from anything at all but it would have Rhaenyra adoring her child all the more. Especially if they were doing so just to ease everyone else around them after such a distressing situation.

Viserys would definitely feel as though he also failed Aemma!lookalike!Reader. He would feel just as guilt ridden as his daughter. He may even have one of his children take an eye out just so the Reader doesn’t feel alone. Viserys would definitely have Rhaenyra keep the Reader close after this incident. He would want her to be extremely cautious from then on out when regarding the Reader in particular. Afterward, Viserys would always compliment the Reader even more than he did before. He wouldn’t want them to feel like any of their beauty has diminished all because they were missing one measly eye now. He would enforce that his children, Alicent, and Daemon go out of their way to compliment and assure Aemma!lookalike that they are still the same as they were before, that nothing about them has changed due to this unfortunate situation.

Daemon would have no problem cutting out one of Alicent’s children’s eyes for the Reader. He’d happily do so if given the chance. Other than that though he would certainly be the one to tell the Reader that their scar looked pretty badass. He’d be the one to hype them the fuck up and to give them the real confidence they need afterward, even if they’re trying to put on a brave face Daemon could see right through it. He would even offer to cut out his own eye if it would make them feel better and he would actually go through with it if they so wanted.

I like to think that in the scenario that Aemma!lookalike was Rhaenyra’s child and lost their eye that Alicent would finally come to realize that they aren’t just solely the doppelgänger of her husband’s late wife but also their own person and a child at that. Like, this is a child that just went through something traumatic and took a injury that was meant for her own child. I think that Alicent would feel a sense of remorse for what happened to the Reader, especially if her children were affected by it (mainly Aemond and Helaena). Maybe not enough to have any of her children lose an eye just so the Reader doesn’t feel bad but there would be some grief in her about the incident. She may try to put her resentment towards the Reader aside and start anew with them, not even taking her and Rhaenyra’s own relationship into account.

Helaena would be so incredibly worried upon seeing her best friend after everything. She would want to immediately go to them and see that they’re truly okay for herself. She’d want to be with them every waking moment after that. It would hurt her knowing that her own brother had a part in all of this but Aemond and Alicent would be able to spin it around on her that Luke was really to blame since he was the one wielding the dagger that injured the Reader. I see Helaena being the one to really touch and caress the Reader’s scar the most afterward, paying more overall attention to that side of their face from then on. She just thinks so much of the Reader and no scar or missing eye could change that. She would want the Reader to not hide their injury in her company, wanting to be able to see it. Helaena would really strive for the Reader to embrace it and she’ll be with them every step of the way to help them get to that point.

I think some the biggest and most prominent reactions are going to really come from the ones who were actually involved in the reason why the Reader lost an eye. Aemond, Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena would be the ones who would really take the hardest to the whole thing having been there to not only witness it but also be the reason behind it.

Aemond would wholeheartedly blame the other kids involved. If it weren’t for them Aemma!lookalike wouldn’t have been there in the first place and certainly wouldn’t have lost her eye because of it. It would definitely mean a lot to him that she did end up getting injured for him, at least that’s how he would see it. She was just trying to help him and got severely hurt because of it. Aemond wouldn’t be able to bring himself to trust the other kids with the Reader after this. They just proved to him that not only are they incapable of protecting the Reader but that they also would end up putting Aemma!lookalike in dangerous situations. Even though he himself wasn’t capable of protecting the Reader in that moment he’ll train hard enough to be able to in the future.

Jace would feel utterly terrible. He didn’t protect his sister, he got her into a mess and she ended up losing something irreplaceable because of it. He would never forgive himself for not preventing it from happening and for not being strong enough to do something more in the moment. Jace would blame Aemond for the entire situation, as do the other kids. After everything he would become extremely overprotective of his sister, especially around Aemond. He can’t trust that Aemond won’t start trouble again resulting in the Reader getting injured all over again. Jace won’t let that happen, not again. He won’t fail his beloved Aemma!lookalike or their mother again by not being able to protect her.

I think Luke would be the most affected by the whole thing. He was the one after all who pulled the knife and ended up hurting his sister, although his target was in fact Aemond. He would never be able to forgive himself for disfiguring his own precious sibling. How could he? No matter what anyone said to him; from his mother to Jace or Daemon to the Reader themself, Luke wouldn’t be able to let go of what he had done. He would vow to make up for it for the rest of his life. He would work hard not only to earn the Reader’s forgiveness (no matter how many times they’ve already forgiven him) but to also be able to protect them just like Jace and Aemond plan to. Luke would be attached to the Reader’s hip afterward, helping them as much as he can. And whenever he saw their scar he’d always apologize from then on, asking how they are or how it was.

Baela and Rhaena would both feel guilty, like they’re at fault for the Reader being in that situation in the first place. Of course they both still wholeheartedly blame Aemond for taking their mother’s dragon and stand by him being the real reason for all of this as a whole, but they still feel terrible about what happened. They would also stay by the Reader’s side, similar to Jace and Luke. Comforting and consoling Aemma!lookalike whenever they feel they need to. They’ll also take after Daemon and assure the Reader of how incredibly powerful and beautiful they look with the scar and the eye patch they have to where now. Even if the Reader does still go ahead and cover their eye with their hair, Baela and Rhaena would still hype the shit out of her.

I like the thought of Aemond, Jace, or Luke, maybe even Balea or Rhaena offering to take out one of their eyes of their own accord for Aemma!lookalike. I more so see Aemond doing so, especially if he and the Reader were best friends or he had a crush on her. Like, I imagine the Reader being tended to by the maesters, Rhaenyra by her side, and in walks Aemond missing his own eye and offering said eye to the Reader himself. Alicent would be fucking horrified that her son would do that but it would also be weirdly sweet. I could see Daemon kind of respecting the action. (Also, I couldn’t help but have the idea of Aemond cutting out and offering his own eye to Aemma!lookalike as a marriage proposal👀.)

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Daemon and Viserys with their mother figure

You are most likely entering their lives with your second marriage to Baelon 1. Maybe you are their caretaker. Either way, after losing their mother, they found solace in you. You help them like a mother in everything. Viserys will be a more peaceful son. The daemon will be the more quarrelsome son. The daemon fights anyone that interests you. It even takes a little time for him to agree to share you with his brother. Baelon will be very happy to have his sons accept you. Daemon will be very jealous if you get pregnant. Yandere tendencies can be created for siblings after their new siblings are born. The daemon is always vying for praise and validation from you. Viserys is delighted to receive love and support from you. No matter how old Daemon and Viserys get, they will always seek you out. No one can disrespect or hurt you. Your two sons love to pamper you. Viserys and Daemon's children will most likely be yandere for you. Your grandchildren will compete for you. Green and black teams will fight for you. Both sides want you by their side.

[floatyflowers]

i wondered are you take requests because I see good Yandere Male Alicent Hightower headcanon

Dark Male! Alicent Hightower x Reader

Otto manipulated Viserys into marrying you to his son, Aelyx.

After all, you are not the heiress to the throne, so Viserys didn't mind you marrying his hand's son.

And you found the Hightower boy handsome and kind, as he comforted you when your mother died.

And also you preferred to marry a boy one year older than you then a man twice your age.

Rhaenyra clearly doesn't like the idea of you marrying a Hightower, thinking that Aelyx is going to use you.

You married young, and had four children together, Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron.

Clearly, when your sister's children were born with none Velaryon and Targaryen features, his hatred grew towards her.

Aelyx has forbidden you to speak to her, not wanting his sweet and kind wife, you, to interact with your 'unfaithful' sister.

The way your father treats you, also made Aelyx hate him.

The King only pays attention to Rhaenyra and her children, clearly favoring her over you.

Though you don't mind, Aelyx finds it cruel.

Your husband loves all his children equally...maybe he favors Aemond and is very harsh on Aegon, but he still loves them.

After all, they are from you, a woman he loves so much.

On the other hand, there's no question about your love for your kin, especially Aegon who is a mama's boy.

The moment Aelyx saw his second son missing an eye and you are crying while hugging Aemond.

He didn't hesitate to take the Targaryen ancestral dagger and try to poke out Luke's eye with it before Rhaenyra stops him.

At that moment, you finally see the true personality of your husband.

After Rhaenyra leaves to Dragonstone with Daemon.

Aelyx takes over the court and changes everything along with the help of Otto.

Even if you are against the changes.

Especially when Aelyx decided to claim Aegon as the true king after Visery's death, believing his eldest son deserves the throne more than Rhaenyra and her bastard children.

When you tried to stop him, he locked you up in your shared quarters during the coronation and returns back after Aegon is announced as King.

"What have you done? You have endangered our family!"

Aelyx holds you as you cry in his arms.

"I only did what was right to protect our family, dear wife"

[missglaskin]

Yan!Targaryen Men (Jacaerys, Maegor, Aemond, Aegon I, Baelon, Daemon, Viserys III, Aegon II, Rhaegar) with sister!Darling 

Note-I hope this doesn’t get a rating like my other posts. Also, I don’t specify if the reader is adopted or not to be exclusive  

There’s no greater love than one found at home 

Tags: Pure filthy smut, unhealthy/toxic relationship, obsession/possessiveness, a kinda bloodplay, breeding kink/fantasy, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), pussy slapping/spanking, marks and cuts (sexual), co-dependency, skincare (don’t ask) 

Jacaerys 

Any lady would wish to have a brother like yours. So sweet and gentle. A brother who listens to every word of his sister. Always dancing with her at feasts. Giving her flowers just to make her smile. They find his protectiveness over you to be adorable. Not knowing it’s from a fear of losing you to another man. 

Naturally, like everyone else, you were an admirer of many handsome bachelors. Whether it was a lord, a knight, or some blacksmith. Yet each turned you down. They made sure to be careful with their words, as you were a princess. And each time you ran into your brother’s arms in tears. Utterly unaware, he whispered threats into their ears.  

The two of you shared a bed. Something your mother disapproved of. But no matter her attempts, the servants report finding you wrapped in each other’s arms. There was a reassurance it was merely innocent and harmless. The act under the sheets begs to differ from the way your brother is humping you from behind. 

There was a sense of shame in Jace’s actions. But who else deserves to take your maidenhood other than him. Though he waited and waited. Still, the two of you found a way. Light shared and moans shared between-his hardened cock covered by loose fabric as you grind your pussy against it. 

There’s also you two tangled in the sheets, messaging your tongue with his own. You clench tightly around his fingers that’s buried deep inside your core, pumping you relentlessly. All while his hips thrust into the grip you have on his cock. Groaning louder each time you squeeze at the head. 

When it finally happens. Jace has become addicted to the warmth of your pussy. He was already addicted to the feeling of his fingers playing with your dripping folds. Already addicted to his tongue lapping up your pussy, drinking in your juice. This was nothing like he ever experienced, and if Jace could, he’ll die with his cock buried deep inside of you. 

Learning Valryian was necessary. It is your mother’s tongue. The lesson, however, becomes difficult when Jace presses the head of his length against your entrance, slowly filling you up as you sit down on him. You and Jace try to recite what you know. Resisting the urge to roll his hips and your squirming doesn’t help, either. It all ends the same each time with Jace having enough, gripping your waist and moving your hips. 

Jace sometimes dreams of seeing your belly swollen with his child. He can't imagine being with anyone else but you. He wants the perfect life, to be an adoring husband to a devoted wife surrounded by children who resemble you more. It will all come due in time.

Maegor 

To you and everyone else, your brother let it be known of his desire. It is within his right to want you, to have you. What man would have a better claim for his sweet sister than her own brother. Even more who dares to refuse him, to refuse the dragon. 

Your brother wanted to be the first of your everything. Your first love. Your first kiss. Your first fuck. From your mind, to your body, to your heart, to your soul. They were all his. Every inch of you belongs to him. He will give a fate worse than death to a man who dared to steal his ‘right’. 

Maegor breeds you at every chance he gets. Filling your little cunt with his massive cock. Tears coat your eyes at how he pounds into you so mercilessly. Broken moans slip from your bruised lips, feeling his hot cum flood your insides. Numbness taking over your senses. 

There’s no rest even in your sleep. Waking up to Maegor buried deep inside you. It happens so often that you merely lay there and have him do all the work. His cock squelching into your heat, moaning his name as the two of you inch closer and closer to an orgasm. Maegor loves the sight of your pussy as cum oozes out of it, pushing the tip right in front of your  entrance to keep it all in-not wanting to waste a drop of his seed. 

As much as he hates wasting his seed, he also loves the view of you on his knees, eagerly taking him. A hand on your head guiding you up and down on his cock. His sheer size makes you choke and gag every time. When it’s done as a form of punishment, you’re pulled until your nose nudges against his balls. 

Obedience is expected from you. Not only is he older than you, he’s your king. Disobeying him will result in your ass feeling sore, a burning sensation from his assault. You’re to count each one, otherwise, he’ll start all over again. Your pussy is also swollen and drenched from his hand, slapping it when you move too much. 

After making such a mess of you, he has you join him in the bath. The water so warm, it almost stings your skin. Sitting in Maegor's lap, your head resting on his shoulder as his hand traces your back. It’s an intimate moment filled with silence. Peace. 

His wives mean nothing compared to you, and they were reminded of this every day. Any night he spends with one of them would be returned tenfold. A whisper in his ear is all it takes to get rid of each of them. A sweet sister is all he needs to love him, to satisfy him, to bear him heirs.

Aemond

You and Aemond standing side to side may have looked nowhere alike, but the two of you were attached to the hip as though you were twins. Even when each had different duties. Your brother being taught to wield a sword while you were taught to courtesy and dance. 

Your brother believed the two of you were meant to wed one day. It was tradition with Aegon wed to Helaena, so it’s only fair for him to wed you as well. The two of you shared a bond like no other and who else understands, loves, and cares for his sweet sister as he does. 

Aemond wants the best for you. It’s his duty as your brother. Demanding that you read, that you study philosophy and history. That you learn the language of your ancestors. Though you’re not to blame when finding those lessons to be boring, your brother is furious when you refuse to pay attention. Your stomach on his lap, ass sore from the strikes of his hand. It’s for your own good, he tells you. 

When it comes to reciting what you know, your brother makes you lay over his lap. His hand on your cunt. Fingers caressing your folds when you get the answers right. Halting his movements when you forget or get the answers wrong. But in the end, he’ll give in to your begging, helping you reach your release. 

Aemond likes to believe he’s giving. Cheeks messy with slick as his tongue laps up against your sensitive pussy from the many times you reached your release. Reaching it once more when his fingers thrust in and out of you all while his mouth sucks on your clit. But it’s never enough for Aemond, continuing to sloppily feast on your cunt until you can no longer take it. 

Your brother wasn’t only obsessed with the taste of your tongue, but the feeling of it wrapped around his cock. There should be shame; Taking your maidenhood, but it’ll be bound to happen so why not indulge himself now. Besides, you tempted him like a seductress, latching onto him, yearning for the heat of his cock, and who is he to deny you. 

There’s no greater feeling than this. The feeling of his cock sinking into you, filling you up so well, and stretching you with every thrust. Pushing his hips as deep as he can, wanting to drown himself in your cunt. Groaning when the blunt head of his cock grazes your cervix. Your nails dig into his back, and Aemond hisses when feeling lines of blood-forming. It arouses him even further. 

Aemond was a man whose actions were said better than his words. But there are times where confessions are made. Bodies drenched in sweat, calming itself from the violet highs. And in the dawn of night, you hear the whispers, so faint. And you realize just how deep the love Aemond has for you. The madness in his eye showing its blazing intensity.

Aegon I

Your brother Aegon, as he did with Visenya, married you out of duty. His true love was Rhaenys. A sad truth you must accept. As the youngest sister, you looked up to your big brother, always following him around, eager to please him, to make him happy. 

Aegon finds himself indulging in your eagerness. Allowing you to scrub his body in the bath or undress him late at night. His most preferred is when you’re helping him shave his beard. Seated on his lap with his hands on your waist, and Aegon can’t help but watch you be so focused and take great care to be careful. 

Unlike your sisters, Aegon didn’t want you to fight. Even preferred it if you didn’t claim a dragon. Insisting your purpose was to wait for him when it was time to visit your chambers. And when he did, Aegon smelled like dragon and his eyes widened in lust at the sheer nightgown wore. In mere seconds, it was ripped to shreds. 

His reason for visiting you late at night is before you was Visenya, and before Visenya was Rhaenys. The night is spent with you bent over, his hips ramming into yours. Hands gripping the sheets as his cock pumped in and out of your tight hole. And when it was all set and done, the two of you reaching your high. He always left, and you knew deep inside, it was right back to Rhaenys. 

But soon Visenya notices Aegon’s presence lessens and more shocking when Rhaenys does. The chambers of your room are filled with everything your heart desires, from the rarest of books to every instrument and painted color imagined. The dresses becoming more and more lavished, all in the house of colors. What catches most attention is the valyrian steel necklace placed around your neck. 

His jealousy was one of fire. Easily ignited and hard to put out. Pushed to the wall with Aegon lifting your dress up. A dark look on his face as he lines his cock to your entrance. Making you adjust to his size and brutal pace. He demands to not hold in your moans, to let every single person in the castle know who you belong to. The poor bastard that caused it is currently residing in Balerion's stomach. 

In the throne room, where the halls are empty. Safe for the King and his sister-wife who’s on top of him, bouncing on his cock. Your hips gripped by Aegon, moving you up and down as he drives himself deeper into your aching cunt. Moans, groans, and skin slapping echo through the great halls. Some cuts occur, a few stings, but the pleasure helps in numbing them. 

A true testament to your brother’s love was when the two of you were standing in a mirror. Both bare as you gazed at your reflection. Stunned when Aegon places the crown, the king’s crown on your head. It’s all yours, the kingdom, the throne, him; they all belong to you. His hand reaches down to your belly. It also belongs to them. What if it’s a girl, you ask him. It’s still theirs, he claims.

Baelon

Such a sweet and kind princess you were. Loved by the court and the common people alike. Your parent’s pride and joy, a sentiment your brother shared. Baelon’s fondness for his sister was well-known around the realm. If one needs to find Baelon, they must first find you, as your brother rarely left your side. 

It doesn’t arouse any suspicions when your brother shoos any of your suitors away. Nor when his hands are on your lower back as you dance. Not when he kisses your cheeks at your name day. Neither when he rubs his thumb on your lower lip to wipe the frosting or cream. They all believe it’s just Baelon looking after his innocent and sweet sister. 

Then again, there are no eyes under the table where your brother’s hand is buried between your legs. Your thighs squeeze the hand to restrict its movements, but all it does is make him dig his fingers even deeper into your core. Baelon has the nerve to have those same fingers in his mouth afterward, tasting your release all while his eyes are on yours. 

With Baelon, most of your mornings are awakened by a sensation between your legs and a knot in your stomach. Opening your eyes to see your brother sucking the clit into his mouth. Pulling away with your arousal coating his lips as he teasingly greets you with a ‘good morning’. 

Any time you are soaking yourself in warm water. It’s almost as if your brother has a sixth sense. Coincidently being there, and he doesn’t even bother asking. Sinking in the warm water and immediately pulling you onto his lap. And somehow it always ends with most of the water spilling out on the floor. You eagerly moving up and down on your brother’s length. 

The dragon’s blood courses through Baelon’s veins and you’re reminded by his fire when he’s green with envy. Making such a mess out of you as he slams his cock into your hole, hand making contact with your ass cheek. Overstimulating you as he pumps a load after another. In your broken moans and whines, your brother makes you repeat that you belong to him over and over. 

Sometimes you wonder if Baelon wants others to find you in these compromising positions. With how often he drags you out of feasts and tourneys. When the two of you return, you’re forced to lean on him as your knees are wobbly and your whole body feels sore. Not to mention the mixture of our arousal sliding down your thighs. 

Baelon worships the ground you walk on. He might even worship you. You certainly taste like nectar on his tongue, a nectar created by the gods. You’re a perfect creature in his eyes. If Baelon could, he’ll gift you the whole  world in his hands. But if you were ever to leave, Baelon will want to burn it all down and himself so he can see a glimpse of your face again. 

Daemon

Viserys and Daemon loved their little sister. They took you wherever they went, their protectiveness and love clearly seen. But Viserys knew the bond between you and Daemon was nowhere near the one he had with either of you. It was evident even to the court.

You were his. A constant reminder that loomed over you. Everything belonged to him, everything. Your eyes, only for him to gaze at. Your lips, only for him to kiss. Your body, only for him to touch. Your heart, only for him to keep. Your cunt, only for him to breed. 

No other man deserves this. Deserves you. You were made for him. Carved and sculpted by the gods as a gift. Any man or woman who takes what is rightfully his. He’ll behead them and fuck you right next to their corpses, or better yet, he’ll make them watch. Letting it be the last thing they see before meeting their timely demise. 

Daemon takes joy in bullying you. Railing you from behind as your hands grip the window rails. Taunting you on how much of a slut you’re, taking his cock like your pussy was made for it. When he notices you biting your lips to hold your moans as those under will hear, he will spank your pussy every time you do so. He wants them to hear, to watch his sister being so drunk on his cock. 

At tourneys, you’re in the front, thighs clenched together at the sight of your brother’s prowess. It doesn’t matter whether he comes victorious. Daemon makes it a ritual to fuck you after each tourney. When victorious, every time he crowns you as the queen of love and beauty, later in his chambers, having you ride him to your liking. But when he loses, your ass is left sore and bruised as Daemon ruthlessly pounds into your dripping hole, fucking you full of his cum. 

In front of others, it is almost as if your brother’s arousal heightens. Teasing you under the table, his eyes never leaving your face just to watch how it twitches and how your lips are pressed in a thin line, doing everything to not break, not to fall apart from his fingers playing with your cunt. 

No matter how many tongues are silenced or people sent away, it doesn’t stop the rumors that circulate around the castle. The servants claim to catch the two of you in intimate positions. Found in some hall with you between your brother’s legs. A messenger once walked on him thrusting hard and deep into you, still counting his pace the rogue prince simply asks who sent for it. 

You can never deny your brother. For his violence, ruthlessness, and arrogance. There was the intense love and loyalty he had for you. One you will never find in another man. Daemon didn’t need to utter the three words. When he claims that he’ll burn cities to the ground, it’s not an empty promise. It was also his gentleness that was granted only to you. 

Viserys III

There were only three-you, Viserys, and Daenerys. They were all you had-your father, mother, and big brother all gone. Your memories were still there, the good and the bad. And most of all you remembered your brother before he became the man he was. The sweet and devoted Viserys, now cruel and mad. 

To Viserys you are his greatest strength as much as you are his greatest weakness. You are his to have, his to claim, his to fuck, his to hurt, his to love. A wine for him to drink and drink until he’s drunk under your sweet words and touches. Away from him in a day is a day to you, but to Viserys, it’s as if months have passed without your presence.

Your body belonged solely to him. The mere idea of anyone touching or gazing at it will send him into a frenzy of rage. It wasn’t the servants dressing you instead; it was your brother Viserys, styling you in the way he sees fit. Even bathing you, scrubbing your body as he joins you, expecting you to return the favor. 

You weren’t ignorant of your brother’s lust. Noticing where his hands trailed when he’d undress you. How he pulls you to sit on his lap. And your brother’s meanness was seen in how he shoves his fingers in your mouth, watching with great entertainment as you gag and drool all over his fingers. Scolding you for the noises you make and how you’re moving your hips against him. 

Viserys will marry you against Illyrio's advice. It was his destiny and duty. There’s no better suitor than his own sister and no better suitor for you than your own brother. Almost every day Viserys breeded you. It’s up to you and him to continue your bloodline, to bear him heirs when he claims the iron throne. 

Viserys’ jealousy was a dangerous one. Receiving his known saying, do not wake the dragon. Even your sister Daenerys wasn’t safe from his jealousy. Viserys already resented her for killing your mother. He tells her it’s only he who deserves to touch you, to hold you. It’s one of the reasons he was so eager to marry her off to Khal Drogo. As it means having you all to himself. 

Viserys is hardly slow and gentle in his thrusts, and how can he when feeling your insides wrap around his cock, clenching him so tightly. Feeling as if he’s losing his sanity at how drunk he’s on your pussy. With any other, he’d be embarrassed at how loud he is. But with you, his dear sweet sister, Viserys isn’t ashamed to cry out your name. Moaning how good you feel around him, demanding you call him your king. 

Tell me you love me. Was something you often heard from your brother. When he heard them call him ‘the beggar king’. After he caused a tantrum because you were too ‘nice’ to another person. When he lays his head on your chest every night. It almost is a recital, where you tell him you do love him, cradling his face and kissing him to ease any of his doubt.

Aegon II

As children, Aegon teased you as any brother would. But he was far more attached to you than Aemond, and certainly Helaena. Your mother thought the relationship was a harmless one. It’s until your brother became a man and you a lady, did your mother start to separate the both of you. 

It never worked. Aegon made you come to him at any time of need. Your finger is cut, no worries, he'll help you. Placing the said finger in his mouth, sucking on the blood as you watch him. At the time of your month, he’ll press kisses on your tummy to make you feel better, only for his lips to go lower and lower. 

Aegon’s intentions are never good. Such as when your brother sweetly offers you to taste your favorite pastry, only for him to dip his fingers in the said pastry. Having you lick and suck his fingers clean to which you start gagging when he shoves it further inside your mouth. 

His greatest weakness was the sight of your breasts. No matter how big or small they were, it’s a sight to behold. Only for his eyes to see. Capturing your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly leaving you with the feeling of soreness afterward. 

He’ll also fuck your tits. Fisting his cock as his tip nudges the stiff buds, smearing them with pre-cum. Or better yet rubbing them against the skin between your breasts. Spurting his release all over your chest and some splattering into your face, making him hard all over again as soon as your tongue makes contact with his cum.

With Aegon, there’s never a dull day. Always wanting to try something new. Forced to eat fruits such as strawberries and pineapples all day by your brother until your stomach aches. All because Aegon overheard they will make your pussy taste sweeter. 

During tourneys, you and Aegon are nowhere to be found. Using this opportunity to fuck you in the chambers of those who angered him. Some lord judgmentally looked at him. He will have your back laid on their table with him pounding into you, having all their works scattered on the floor. His brother made a comment on his drinking. He’ll plunge his cock into your dripping pussy on his bed. Leaving behind such a mess for Aemond to find. He’ll even sneak you into some of the lord’s carriages, so when they are to leave, they’ll feel something sticky and wet on their seats. 

When he became king, Aegon would have you ride him on the iron throne. Your stomach is still in knots and your legs are on fire when he and you reach your high. Your brother then makes you sit on the throne all while he’s on his knees, face surrounded by your thighs. Aegon may wear the crown of the conqueror, but it’s you who pulls the strings.

Rhaegar 

In the stories where you hear of tall handsome princes, Rhaegar was one to come to mind. All ladies seem to think so. Eagerly surrounding and pursuing him. With the customs of your house, the ladies saw you as a competition for their prince. They were not far off, as the handsome Rhaegar’s heart was yours to have. 

The gods have blessed your brother with such beauty. That is a work of art. Compared to his, yours seemed inadequate. A thought that you believed almost broke his heart. Morning to night, your brother’s delicate hands trailed your body, soft lips brushing against the skin. All done to prove you were worthy of such a title, a title of beauty, and one deserving of his affection. 

Though the violet eyes that watched you always held a fondness. A fondness reserved only for you. Watching you do the most mundane things, even eating. Chuckling when the food’s remains would adhere to your lips or trail down, to which your brother wipes it for you. A certain gleam in his eye. 

Every morning, it was your brother who took care of your hair. Whether it’s brushing, braiding, or dipping his fingers in the coconut oil to apply it to your hair. Rhaegar loved taking care of your skin as well. Having you completely bare while he spreads the lotion at every inch of the skin, trailing dangerously close to your lower region. 

There was some resistance against his temptations. Rhaegar will be a patient man for a time, yet his father refused to announce the union. It was seen in how he’d check for you at night, tucking you in and giving you a gentle kiss on the head. Each time, it took all his strength to deny your request for him to join you. But when his patience ran thin and his strength weakened, he slipped behind the covers. A habit came to be with the prince leaving your chambers every early morning. 

With the night sky being your only witness, Rhaegar lays between your legs. Drinking you in like a starved man. The chambers’ walls echo the sound of your moans, hand down pushing his face even further. Your brother groans when you gush against his tongue, arousal coating his cheek and chin. 

Clutching him to your body, your eyes find his. Rhaegar presses his forehead to yours as his cock sank into your pussy. He could worship the sight of your face contorting to pleasure, worship the sounds of your moans in his ear. Your back arches and legs weakly wrap around his waist as he pounds your cunt. Your brother whispers nothing but sweet praises.

Outside the covers of your sheets, your brother also worshiped you. His heart was in your hands. You can break it over and over, and it still beats for you. You are his and he’s yours till the end of days, how he dreams of reciting your wedding vows to one another. How he dreams of you giving him a prince. The three-headed-dragon, words your brother muttered more than once.