i need more of chubby aegon x wife!!!!!!!!!!

Well here’s a little Drabble specially for you love! For a fellow big boy Aegon lover!

Tag list: @f4ll-for-you, @bucknastysbabe, @lovelykhaleesiii

Warnings: Big boy aegon, feedism I think is the right tag, stretch marks, PDA but also not PDA

Whether it had been an hour, three hours, or even just 10 minutes. All of them according to your husband was time far too long to go without the feeling of your body against his. Too long to go without the feeling one of your hands caressing the soft curves of his belly whilst the other feeds him whatever food he had been craving at the time.

And right now, it was honey dipped grapes. A messy food you must admit, and yet still the two of you found pleasure in even the most difficult things.

“Hmmmm” Aegon groans, his eyes shut as he appreciates the taste of the food going down his throat. His head even tilted back slightly as if to catch any that may spill from his, even while his lips curl around your fingers and sucks lightly against them to taste and savour the lasting reminants of honey on them.

“Are you enjoying yourself that much my sweet husband?” You say, grinning as you take your free hand and use it to touch the skin of swollen stomach that without the use of a shirt, is free to be openly loved and admired by yourself.

You can clearly see the mix of faint and more harsher looking stretch marks that decorate your husbands body, and you can’t wait to be able to kiss each one of them in detail later that night.

“I am enjoying these treats as much as you are enjoying feel of my chest.” Aegon simply says, giggling slightly as you pinch his stomach slightly before humming in appreciation when you place another grape by his lips.

“Then I suppose you too must be in heaven.” You simply say, grinning when you connect your lips with his and taste the distinct mix of grapes and honey on his lips, somehow even tasting the familiar yet faint taste of the wine Aegon had been drinking by the goblet full at dinner.

“That I must be my beloved…” He murmurs against your lips, swallowing his food so he can freely caress your tongue with his own. “That I must be…”

-Aegon Targaryen x Barmaid!Reader

{Aegon, once again, seeks refuge within the safety of your bedroom…}

Enjoy lovelies 💕

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊

Your bedroom was comforting. The low light from the candles cast warm shadows against the walls, and the warmth of the fireplace spread through the tiny, rundown room. It was an escape from the brothel in which you live above, an escape from the noise and drunken guards who were a little too rowdy tonight for your liking.

Seems the Prince also felt the same because when you walked into your room he was there, lying face down against the cushioned divan snoring ever so softly without a care in the world.

His white and choppy hair splayed messily over the pillow, his lips stained red from whatever cheap wine he had indulged himself in tonight.

It doesn’t surprise you nearly enough as it should, to see him here, a Prince, within the calmness of your own room sleeping and drunk no less.

You try to stay as quiet as possible, moving around the room on steady feet whilst you clean up the mess he had caused by stumbling into your room haphazardly.

But your attempts are useless when the sound of his hoarse voice breaks through the air, “Good… you’re back.” He pushes himself to sit up with a groan, his eyes heavy with a deep sorrow that he’s clearly trying to drink away.

The audacity, the way he thinks he can just barge in here. It frustrates you and rightfully so. “What have I told you about this… look at the mess you’ve made.” You huff with narrowed eyes as you pick up the books he had knocked over.

Aegon stands up with a struggle, his face scrunching up in what you presume is pain. “Where were you?” He completely ignores your complaints with a heavy sigh. His words are all slurred as he leans forward as if trying to spot you out on a lie.

He doesn’t even give you time to respond before he’s talking again through the thick haziness that the wine has caused. “They said you were here… and you weren't, I waited hours for you.” He says, his tone was clearly accusing you of something.

“Not all of us have the privilege to lay around and drink all day Aegon.” You tell him with an anger in your voice that he wasn’t used to, not from you at least.

You watch as his glossy eyes narrow with a turmoil of emotions that he can’t escape from. He’s quick to try and push past you with a dramatic huff. However, he doesn’t make it further than the end of your bed before he’s stumbling slightly with unbalanced footing.

“Seven hells, Aegon… what have you drank?” You mutter as you catch him just barely, an arm wrapping around his torso to help him stand up.

Despite him being completely inebriated he still tenses up at the feeling of your arm around him, keeping him steady. It’s a certain softness that he doesn’t deserve.

“The usual shit… now answer my question, where were you?” He mutters, turning his face towards yours. The smell of wine hits you much stronger now that he’s this close, his breath fanning against your cheek.

With a soft sigh, you cave. Knowing you won’t talk any sense into him whilst he’s like this. You’ve learned from the hard way that he’ll just end up circling back to the same question over and over again.

“I was in the market, I needed to stock up on a few things.” You tell him as he leans further into you for support, his arms circling your waist to try and keep himself upright.

He takes a breath as if he was going to argue with you, but no words follow. Instead, he presses his face into the crook of your neck with a heavy sigh, his fingers fisting the soft fabric of your shirt as he pulls you closer.

Your expression softens and you roll your eyes, your hand soothing his back. This happens a lot more than you care to admit and you can’t help but wonder, at times like this, what went wrong with him?

“You can’t leave… don’t leave me.” The words leave his lips pathetically, so heavy with emotion. His hands tighten, holding your shirt as if he were scared that you might just disappear into thin air.

“I’m not leaving, I won’t.” You tell him, a promise that he won’t believe, because you can guarantee that you’ll have the same conversation with him a couple of days from now.

But your words seem to do the trick for the time being as you feel him smile against your shoulder, pressing his face further into you. “Good, I won’t let you leave anyway.” He says with a certain seriousness in his tone, and in all honesty you wouldn’t put it past him to hunt you down if it came to that. He’s a prince after all, whatever he wants he gets.

You guide him to sit down on your bed, his hands falling to your hips as he collides with the bed with a groan, looking up at you with glazed-over eyes. A warm but strained smile adorns your lips as you rest your hands on either side of his face, his cheeks are warm beneath your palms.

His eyes flutter ever so slightly at the feeling. No one had ever touched him so sweetly, as if he was a piece of art that needed to be revered.

“Lay down… let me get something to eat.” You whisper softly as you guide him to lay against your pillows, his fingers wrapping around your wrist tightly so you don’t slip away from him.

It takes a lot of convincing and patience for you to finally leave your bedroom with the promise of bringing him a small meal. However, by the time you walk back up into the safety of the room he’s passed out on your bed.

His face smushed against your pillow as he curls himself up into a ball, his lips slightly parted. You sigh, placing the metal tray on your bedside table before sitting down next to him. You debate for a moment whether or not you should wake him, deciding it’ll be best to let him sleep off the wine.

With gentle fingers you brush his white hair away, tucking a few strands behind his ear. He could do with a good bath, you think to yourself. You sit there for a while, watching him as he nuzzles into the warmth of your pillow. He will be gone before the sun fully rises, leaving a small bag of coins on your dresser... in thanks?... or maybe as an apology? but for now, you'll enjoy this, the peaceful silence, whilst it lasts.

The candlelight flickers slightly with the breeze that pushes through your room, casting a warm light against his face. In many ways, this room is as much of an escape for him as it is for you.

blue

So...hi! I created something. I never created something before, so I’m not 100% sure how this works. More might be coming, or it might not. (also not sure about that.) Also one big big thank you to my dear friend @scalyfreaks that has been a big part of making this happen by rambling with me about Aegon and for very kindly lending me her precious Amara. Daisy, this would probably not be out in the world if it wasn’t for your support :). So if by chance you come across this and like it, go thank her and also read her work. 

Anyway, on with it and if you come across this by chance and decide to stay, dear reader, thank you. 

Aegon is blue. Amara has liked to assign colours to people since she was little, as if she’s gifting them the most precious gift. It is her way of showing love, of trying to make the people around her feel special. Here, have this gift that no one else can give you. Have one of my colours.

Aegon is blue. She looks at him from where she stands by the kettle in the kitchen of the cottage. It’s late. But it is summer so the sun is setting over the ocean and even if she knows he IS blue, in the twilight, he’s golden. She can’t see much of him through the kitchen door. She only sees the rickety, salt corroded deck chair he is sitting on, a mop of shaggy blond hair, so fine it looks white in the evening light and his hand stroking Sunfyre behind one ear. Two fingers holding a cigarette three settled deep into his dog’s fur. Always there. Aegon has seen more loss in his life than most people double his age would not have seen and has lost trust that the world will let him keep anything he loves. He feels undeserving. Amara has realised that anything that has meaning to him he makes sure to touch as often has he can. She is not yet sure he touches her often enough. The kettle boils and clicks off and she’s back at the cottage, remembers the two chipped mugs decorated with childish hand painted dragons sitting in front of her, lonely tea bags in them. She wonders if they are mementos to a life long lost. The fading light is coming through the door and falls flat against the stone floor, she can see the tiny particles of dust dancing in the light, it is very quiet. And she’s back to the thought: Aegon is blue. When she met him, she though he was golden- calm, steady. All morning light, soft touches and crows feet. A golden man with a golden dog. Then the break in the façade came. He cracked. And she saw him red. All bites and scratches. She could swear at times his tongue on her felt rougher than a cat’s. Heavy hands around her neck. Ruthless. Brutal. He was burning and she just wanted to sacrifice herself to his fire. When the cracks in the relationship started showing and the break came, she could only feel the grey. The silence. She was lost in the deserted land of the lost shipwrecks he left behind. Now that he’s finally decided to show himself to her and she sees him in pure Technicolor, she knows he is blue. Not sky blue or the blue green colour of peacock feathers. No. Aegon is lápis blue, midnight sky dusted by constellations and the Milky Way blue. The type of blue you only see up here in the deepest of winter, with no lights around for miles. The type of night sky that invites you to sleep for an eternity. Amara likes to imagine that that is where people go when they die. Just step into the night sky and rest. Aegon is blue. He looks back at her. Eyes so blue they could be colourless - liars. He’s smiling and she smiles back and walks out to him. Pops the tea on the ground by the chair. He tilts his head up to look at her, all big yes, long lashes and crows feet. Unfair really. She kisses his forehead and he smiles. “Mine”- it never sounds like a prison when the word rolls of his tongue. He bumps his forehead to hers like an unruly lamb and she can’t help but love him. There’s a sadness in him that comes with the blue, she’s not sure will ever go way. Her darling blue boy. Maybe one day if he breaks she can fill his cracks with lapis lazuli.

Pillow talk between Aegon II and his wife

(drabble)

words: 877

warning: explicit language, fluff

You were lying top off Aegon. His arms were around you. His eyes were closed, but you were sure he wasn't asleep- he was playing with your hair. 

Your head rested on his chest, and your hand gently caressed the side of his body. 

It must have been past midnight already. 

The only light in the room came from candles that were almost out. Even the moonlight didn't shine in through the open windows. 

You felt happy to have him. You kissed his chest, and Aegon began to run his other hand along your arm. 

You'd had a long evening. Aegon's hard kisses had softened- he didn't want to hurt you. 

You tried to think of something else as your mind drifted again to the way he had kissed you and held you all night long.

You wanted more, you always did when it came to Aegon, but you weren't sure your body could take another round. 

"Aegon?" you said calmly.

Aegon didn't open his eyes, but he murmured. 

You focused on the first thing that would take your mind off Aegon's body and... his cock. 

"Do you think fishes drink water?"

Aegon's hands stopped moving over your body. "Fishes?" 

Your question was clear. "Yes?" You said.  

"Isn't it... meal?"

You lifted your head from his chest and looked directly at his face. He had opened his eyes. Aegon was looking at you with an expression that said he wanted more, too.

"Aegon, they are animals."

Aegon raised his eyebrows in surprise. 

It was hard to believe he was a prince who had been taught lessons for as long as he could remember. 

"Animals? Then I think they drink?"

You threw your hair back. "Water?"

"No, my love, wine."

You patted his chest and laughed. 

He watched your laugh with a crooked grin.

Since you married, it was always difficult for him to wait for night during the day. He would want to go to his room and feel every inch of your body again. He would want to hold your chin and tell you to open your eyes while you closed them in pleasure. He would want to feel his body tremble every time you moaned his name.

He never wanted the nights to become days. You were the only thing that made his life better. 

"What?" you said with tired eyes and a smile as you watched him looking at your face. 

Aegon's smile grew. "Nothing." 

He loved you. 

He was afraid to love you. It scared him to put you at the center of his life. 

But he loved you deeply. 

He didn't want someone to fix him. And you didn't want to fix him. He would never be an ideal prince like Aemond, but neither of you cared.

You two were the most compatible couple of the seven kingdoms. 

He was thankful that he had a life to share with you.

He even thought of going to the Sept with his mother. 

While his mother thanked the gods for their health, he would kneel beside her and thank the gods that you had accepted him into your heart. And... that he could fuck you every night. 

He kissed your cheek firmly. "Let's sleep. I'm worried that if you don't get enough sleep, you won't be able to speak properly tomorrow."

You muttered something under your breath and buried your nose in his neck. 

"And make sure you rest. I don't want Daeron to make fun of us again if you can't walk tomorrow." He said, unable to stop laughing. 

You blushed and lightly pinched his arm. "Like it's my fault." 

Aegon placed a kiss on your shoulder. "Of course, it's your fault! I could have kept my hands off you if you weren't so delicious." 

You lifted your head from his neck.  

When Aegon saw your flushed face and strand of hair sticking to your forehead from sweat, he stroked your cheek. 

Contrary to what you expected, he didn't say anything to embarrass you again. 

“I've never loved anyone as much as I love you.”

a/n: I love him so much you don't understand

Do you think you could write something where Aegon fingers future sister wife (sister betrothed?) during their lessons with a Maester or Septa 💚💕

Pairing: Aegon ii x Targ!reader 

Words: 1k

Warnings: vaginal fingering, dry humping, underage sex stuff, hand-jobs. 

Lessons are Boring

You’d always been the attentive one during lessons. Maester Ryle oversaw the education of the prince and princesses of House Targaryen for two or three generations. A wrinkled old man with a few thin white hairs on his head, his maester’s robe hung loosely on his body and his chains clinked together when he walked. Due to his bad knees and hips, Maester Ryle often sat during the lessons and pointed at things on his board with a walking stick. This meant, he could hardly see over the other side of the table where the children sat in front of him. This meant, while Aemond, Helaena and you took notes and answered his questions, Aegon’s hand could slide onto your lap without him noticing.

"-The Faith of the Seven and the High Septon have often been at odds with House Targaryen and The Crown as a whole. It was only upon the ascension of King Jaehaerys that these bonds were finally mended,” said the old maester from his seat, “Can any of you tell me how this was achieved? Ah, Prince Aemond, yes.”

“King Jaehaerys refused to reinstate the Swords and Stars of the Faith, and removed the bounties King Maegor put on the heads of Warrior’s Sons and Poor Fellows. He then gave a white cloak to Ser Joffrey Doggett, who’d been part of the band of Warrior’s Sons, and he accepted it,” Aemond told him. “He swore to The Faith that The Crown will always protect and defend them from then on. It has been such ever since.”

“Indeed,” Maester Ryle nodded in approval.

You’d been listening to Maester Ryle go on about the history between their family and the followers of The Seven when a warm hand touched your knee. Looking over, you saw Aegon smirking. You stared down to see his hand sliding up and down your thigh slowly. Due to the tablecloth, Maester Ryle could not see the prince’s hand lifting your skirt inch by inch over your knees. You bit back a gasp as his bare fingertips grazed your flesh, smoothing over the curves and dips. The gentle touch made your toes curl inside your shoes; your thighs tensed at the sudden brush, and a warmth spread between your legs. Fingertips lightly dragging up and down your inner thigh, Aegon waited until you’d bitten your bottom lip to slide further up. The side of his hand pushed right up to your naked sex, he gripped the side tenderly to make you whimper.

“-Now, Queen Alyssa and her husband feared the marriage of Jaehaerys to his sister, Alysanne, might cause-Princess?”

He’d heard her. Damn the man. Aegon snickered softly but you merely stammered, “N-N-Nothing, Maester. Please, go on.” You turned your head and said low as possible, “Aegon…”

“What? This is boring,” he replied, doing the same.

You turned your attention to the lesson, while Aegon’s fingers made their way to your sex once more. His index finger sliding between your folds, his other two fingers kept them open while he used his index finger to tease the pearl they covered. The direct contact and unrelenting friction had you clenching your jaw and doing your best to stay firmly planted in your seat. Helaena, far too busy watching an ant crawl across her book, didn’t notice what was going on. Maester Ryle continued going on about history while Aemond listened and wrote notes. Soon, wetness began pooling there and Aegon took the chance to spread it over your lips and the hood of your clitoris. He let his fingers grind into your entrance, feeling your walls starting to flutter at their touch and making you grip your own book. It reminded you of the other day when you’d slipped your hand into his breeches during a ball, stroking him to completion and sending him into euphoria in a room full of people. You should’ve known he’d try getting back at you. He continued languidly rolling his two fingers around your clit, tracing the edges of the folds and dipping right beneath the nub to make you squeak. Any other time, he’d have you falling apart, especially if he used his tongue which he’d gotten so much better at. But now, you needed to keep yourself together or your mother will be hearing about it.

She still hadn’t forgotten what you’d done on the window ledge.

"-Can any of you tell me which house is closest to the Faith? Princess Y/N, would you care to guess?”

“Yes, dear sister,” Aegon smiled at you, “Which house is it? I forget.”

“Well, dear brother,” you replied without moaning, “It’s House Hightower, our mother’s family.”

“Ah, right. Yes, of course.”

“That is correct. House Hightower has maintained a very healthy relationship with the Faith for many generations…”

You didn’t hear how they maintained that relationship because once Aegon slipped a finger inside you, you nearly let out a moan which you disguised as a cough. His palm continuously rubbing against your clit while his finger pumped into you, you felt every single shiver of pleasure course through you. You wished more than anything you could drag him somewhere private in the library and let him finish you as he should. You already knew everything you needed to know about the various religions of the world and their importance to people. When Aegon added a second finger, you knew you were doomed. The boy had a way of making you weak without trying too hard. Not that you didn’t have the same effect on him in return.

He kept the pace slow and almost lazy, withdrawing his fingers slowly and pushing them back in tenderly. He couldn’t go much faster without the old man noticing his arm. It didn’t help that whenever you came close to orgasm, he stopped suddenly. The agony became far too much; the room suddenly felt hot and the need in you became far too ravenous to focus on anything else. Thankfully, the maester ended the lesson after he finished telling you all about The Faith of the Seven. He said they’d all talk about the royal progresses of the Old King and his queen next time. You nodded, and took a cackling Aegon by the hand. You didn’t stop walking until you reached his bed chambers, where you threw him onto his bed. Quickly, you untied his breeches while he worked on unbuttoning the front of your gown. Having access to your breasts, Aegon’s lips latched around them and suckled firmly while you withdrew his cock. You never put him inside, but you enjoyed rubbing your soaked pussy over his length until you both came.

And that’s what you did. You dragged your sex up and down his hard shaft and leaking head while he licked and teased your sensitive nipples. It did not take long for either of you to cum. Your parts exposed to one another and your passion burning hot, you didn’t hold back this time. Clutching the pillows underneath his head, your orgasm hit you hard. Thighs quivering and your body tensing all over, you humped Aegon’s cock until your clit became overstimulated by him. Aegon grabbed your ass and kept you still as he went along with you and came over his stomach. Cheeks red, hair spread over the pillows, and utter satisfaction on his face, Aegon always looked so beautiful after an orgasm. He looked beautiful all the time, even if others thought otherwise. Panting, you rested on top of him for a while, kissing and whispering words of love to one another.

“Thank god Maester Ryle is old and can’t walk,” you said, chuckling, “I’d hate to think of what he’d tell Mother is he’d seen us.”

“The same thing everyone else says,” he put on his best quavering tone as he said, “The young Prince Aegon and Princess Y/N were being rather inappropriate during their lesson this morning, Your Grace. It is behavior unbefitting a noble child. They must be put in proper order right away.”

“That is more or less what he told me.”

Her voice made you both jump apart, and cover yourselves. Your mother stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed and disappointment on her face once again. She stared at you both for a moment, and shame immediately hit you. You truly should’ve conducted yourself in a more proper manner.

“Just because Maester Ryle is old doesn’t mean he is a fool,” she said, sighing. “Tell me you at least didn’t put it in.”

“He didn’t,” you shook your head. “He never does. I don’t let him.”

“Must you two behave this way? Think about the shame it brings on you both.”

“She’ll be my wife one day,” Aegon said, pulling his sheets over his crotch. “They should be happy the prince and princess show a healthy passion for one another. It implies that we’ll produce children….someday….”

Your mother took these words into consideration, “I suppose you’re right…but please, have some decency and do it behind closed doors. I am sick of hearing from everyone about the things they find you two doing. It is not something a mother wishes to hear.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Yes, we’re sorry, Mother.”

You watched her leave, then turned to each other as the door closed. Bursting into a fit of giggles, you both fell back on the bed and shared a soft kiss. “At least she didn’t scream this time,” you noted, letting him kiss down your neck.

“At least there’s that, yes,” he said, voice muffled by your skin. “Take off your dress,” he said, coming back up to kiss you, “I wish to see the rest of you.”

“Did you not just hear our mother?”

“Yes, I heard her say ‘do it behind closed doors’,” he then pointed to the door, “It’s closed and we’re behind it.” He knelt between your legs and lifted your leg. Kissing your inner thigh, he started untying the ribbons holding your stockings, “So, if you’ll indulge me, my sweet princess, I’d like us to spend the day drinking and pleasuring each other in any way we possibly can.”

“Hm,” you said thoughtfully, “I suppose you are right, my prince. That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

You slid further down the bed to reach his shirt. Your day was certainly going uphill after a boring lesson.

You Can Do It

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Summary: The twins are born. Aemond isn't by your side, but Aegon is.

Masterlist Serie

I still don't know when I'm going to finish writing chapter 5 but until then I'll leave you with this

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

"Aegon what are you doing here?" Alicent asked in surprise as the door to your chambers opens and her firstborn entered.

As soon as the king heard the news that your waters had already broken, he ran to your chambers. He didn't know why exactly but something inside him told him that he had to be by your side. And he was glad to listen to that small voice when he saw how the tension in your face softened at the sight of him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked walking up to you.

"I had better days, your grace" you replied with a small smile. It won't matter that you were sweaty and your belly was giant. to Aegon, you still looked beautiful.

You stopped your walk and leaned against the wall. The maester had told you to walk around the room until it was time for your baby to come out.

"My king, the birthing bed is no place for men," the maester said earning a glare from Aegon.

"I am the king and I can be where I please" he replied scathingly "Besides, I came to support my niece in the name of my brother"

Your eyes blinked away the tears that were forming at the mention of Aemond. You had the stupid hope that your husband would return for the birth of his child.

"Aegon, this could go on for hours," Alicent said trying to convince him to leave "I'm sure you have more important things to do"

"I'm sure the council can handle it for a couple of hours" the king affirmed "It doesn't matter, I'll stay by your side until you finish" he promised looking into your eyes.

"Thank you" you whispered thinking for a brief moment to hug him but you didn't.

And neither Alicent nor the maester said they bothered to try again to get the king to leave, not wanting to face his wrath. They were also sure that sooner or later Aegon would leave. Both of them were surprised when he took your hand and started walking with you around the room for over an hour.

Alicent was telling you stories from when your uncles were babies in an attempt to distract you from the pain when at one point you get a contraction so strong it almost makes you fall on the floor, if it wasn't for Aegon catching you. They both helped you get into bed as comfortably as possible. Aegon didn't take his eyes off your face as the maester lifted your nightgown to see if you could start thrusting yet.

"You can push now, princess" the old man announced.

You began to push, crying out in pain as you clung to both Aegon's hand and Alicent's. She looked at her son expecting him at any moment to get up and leave the room. But he never did, he stayed by your side without letting go of your hand, from time to time making a little grimace because of the strength with which you were holding him but he never complained. She noted how Aegon's lavender eyes conveyed pure concern and pain. He looked like he was suffering from seeing you suffer.

"Princess, you must keep pushing," the maester asked when you stopped.

"I can't," you said tiredly "I can't do it" you repeated ignoring the midwives' words of encouragement.

"Y/n, I swear that all this pain will be worth it when you have your baby in your arms," Alicent said brushing the hair from your face.

"No, I can't do it" you repeated shaking your head "They're going to have to cut me open to get the baby out" you panicked and started crying. You were scared, you wanted your mother by your side, you wanted her to tell you that everything would be okay. You didn't want to die yet, you wanted to see your mother and siblings again, you wanted to be there when Aemond came back and met your baby. But right now you didn't think you were capable of giving birth.

Aegon felt his heart break to see you in this state. You looked so hopeless. He couldn't bear to see you like this.

"Hey, hey, look at me, look at me" with his free hand he took your chin making you look at him "No one is going to open you" he promised, giving your hand a light squeeze, it was the only way he could show his support "I know you can do it. Do you hear me? You can do it. You're not alone" he could feel her mother's gaze but he didn't care, the only thing that mattered now was you "You have dragon blood in your veins. You are strong. You will beat the delivery bed "Your breathing calmed down and slowly the tears stopped flowing "Now I want you to push, you can lean on me, smash my hand and scream all you want but I need you to push" he smiled when you nodded.

Alicent couldn't help but be surprised and angry. A part of her was surprised by the softness in her firstborn's voice when speaking to you, she was grateful that he can comfort you but another part was furious with her son for being here, by your side when he was not together with Helaena when Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were born. Aegon was not there to calm his sister's fears.

Then you started to push again, you were sure that your screams should be heard throughout the castle but it didn't matter, today you would give birth. Aegon was right, you have the blood of the dragon and you weren't going to let the birthing bed kill you. You were going to live, you were going to see your baby grow, you'd be on your feet when Aemond got back and you'd introduce him to his child, and the both of you raise him together.

"I can already see the child's head, princess. Keep pushing" asked the maester and you did it. You had to make one last effort and you could already have your baby in your arms.

You kept pushing until you finally heard a cry from the baby. You were so relieved to hear that you let yourself lean against Aegon. He started stroking your back. You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying the sense of security and peace you felt. You smiled when you heard that he was a boy. You were about to ask for it so you could see it when you felt pain again making you groan, earning worried looks from your mother-in-law and brother-in-law.

"Princess, there is still another child" announced the maester surprised.

"Damn it Aemond. When I get back I won't let him touch me again" you said making the king laugh.

"Okay, princess, let's get this over with," Aegon said smiling and you couldn't help but smile back. You should hate him for stealing your mother's throne, but how could you hate him after he was by your side on the birthing bed? It was not his obligation, he was not your husband but he was still here, by your side, supporting you.

A couple more pushes and it didn't take long for another cry to be heard, this one much louder.

"Another boy, princess. Congratulations"

"Thank you all for being with me"

A few minutes later the midwives finished cleaning the children. They gave you one of your babies, Alicent was ready to take the other but the midwife gave it to the king.

Aegon didn't expect it but he took the baby without problems, it's not like it was the first time he had a child in his arms he was a father. He felt a lump begin to form in his throat as he remembered when he first lifted Jaehaerys. He decided to put those thoughts aside so as not to overshadow the happiness of the birth of your children.

"My little Aemon," you said looking tenderly at your son in your arms. You felt your heart full of love. Alicent was right. All the pain was worth seeing how she looked at you "I'm your mom" you smiled and left a kiss on her forehead. You still didn't want to let go but you could see your mother-in-law eager to pick up one of her grandchildren "Meet your grandmother" you gave her the baby.

Alicent was relieved to see that her grandson had Aemond's nose and violet eyes, which were darker than the king's. For a moment she had feared that Aegon's attitude was because they were actually his children.

"And what are you going to call this little guy?" Aegon asked as he rocked the baby. He already loved him, simply for being a part of you.

"Baelon" you replied with a smile feeling warmth seeing how he looked at your son "Now, I didn't want to interrupt your moment with your nephew but I would like to meet my son"

"I'm sorry" the king apologized with red cheeks before passing the boy to you.

"It's okay" you smiled at him before turning your full attention to your baby.

Alicent looked at the three of them and felt nauseated. You looked so happy as you spoke to Baelon and Aegon looked at you with such love, he had never seen that look in his eyes, the three of you quietly seemed like family. She felt sick when she realized her mistake when she denied the commitment between Helaena and Jacaerys and yours with Aegon. She remembered her firstborn complaining that he didn't want to marry his sister but you, that he loved you. She had thought it was a whim but now she could see it. Because only a man who truly loved you could look so happy while you carry another man's child. Any other man would be spiteful and jealous. But Aegon didn't, he loved you so much that he just wanted to see you well.

tag list: @hannaeditzs @multi-fandoms-stuff @zverea @m1tzifa1ry

@solacestyles @lilithskywalker @satish @justsumtuffstuff @crispmarshmallow @daduol @inmyowndefender @afro-hispwriter

@green-lxght @roroswhiterose @libdarkheart @chevelledahuman

@versaillesdrmngs @helloitsshitzulover @ladybug0095 @ietss

@serendippindots @ultraviollett @akinatrix @papery-maniac @merovingianprincess @hnybitches @m1ndbrand @giulia2372

@blubird592 @alexa4040 @noisyinfluencerstrawberry @bajadotcom @woodandwaxwings @idkjj04 @yor72 @mendes-bae

@lj127 @sustisama @imjustboredso @remuslupinwifee @sarcasticking9 @melllinaa @tswiftsthings

 @404slayer404  @letsloveimagines @zillahvathek @alexandra-001 

@hnybitches 

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 [𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐢]

pairing: aegon targaryen ii x fem!reader

summary: aegon seeks comfort from you

content warnings: implied nightmare, a lil bit of crying, a whole lot of hurt/comfort, feelings ugh

no judgements i beg i have a soft spot for emotionally crippled emos. also i know this will flop but i had an idea and ran w it so i’m committed. and as always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

“y/n…”

you roll over at the rasping voice in your doorway. “mmh.”

the door creaks as aegon pushes it closed behind him; steady footsteps advance on you as your body naturally unfolds to make room for his broadness. you feel his heat, the blankets lifting at the corner as he works his way into your side; you shuffle over in the king sized bed, already knowing what he desires.

he needles his way beneath your arm and sniffles. his bare torso is cold against your own warm skin.

“come here,” you murmur, not wanting him to catch a chill. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as you cradle his cheeks, all the while dotting tender kisses against his face, damp with tears. “what is it, hm?” he shakes his head, reaching to twirl the ends of your hair in his large fingers.

you sit up, propping yourself against the various pillows and coaxing him up into your arms.

his head lolls as he gazes up at you through blonde lashes, almost invisible until the sunlight catches them. your own hand travels up to brush stray strands of hair out of his face.

“what did you do to my guard?” you giggle. aegon’s brows knit until a deep crease forms in his porcelain skin. you smooth it with the pad of your thumb.

“i just… suggested he take a walk.”

“at two in the morning?”

a beat of silence follows. your smile slowly fades as his lips part to speak.

“do you love me?” a question often asked; one often unanswered by the person he craved to hear it from the most.

“i do. more than anyone.” you pinch his chin, not meanly, just enough to encourage his eyes to yours in the dimly lit chambers. “i swear it.”

you press a sweet kiss to his lips, pushed into a gorgeous pout that makes you giddy with affection. “do you love me?” you ask. a rebuttal.

he nods shakily; then again, firmer. “more than anyone.”

“good,” you say. his eyelids start to drop as he settles in your arms and presses his nose to your neck. you press lips to the top of his head as his cheek squishes against the juncture of your shoulder. his fierce grip around your waist borders on discomfort.

“gentle, aegon.” you murmur. he mumbles something indiscernible but loosens his hold nonetheless. his flaxen tresses fall around his face in a halo and soon his breathing evens and deepens. it’s not long before you’re exhausted as well.

Modern AU HOTD Yandere HCs

note: idk what possessed me to make this lmao

warnings: yandere content, dark content, toxic relationships, sexual innuendo in aegon's part, college students au, helaena is my sweet baby ily helaena targaryen

┍━━━━━━━ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗━━━━━━━┑

Aemond Targaryen

☆ He meets his darling in college and is charming enough for them to trust him almost immediately. Aemond is smart, and often offers to tutor his darling in any subjects they're having trouble with, even going as far as renting out a room in the campus library so they can study without being bothered by other students.

☆ There comes a time where Aemond becomes romantically involved with his darling, after careful planning, and he invites them over to his apartment. He's a Targaryen, so he lives lavishly, but his apartment is tasteful, and you wouldn't know that he's rich just by looking at his home. Inside resides his large Maine Coone, Vhagar. She's this huge, extremely old and grumpy cat, who surprisingly takes a liking to Aemond's darling, and is always more active when they come around.

☆ Aemond is smooth with his relationship, yet he's far from perfect. Aemond is jealous, possessive, and obsessive when it comes to his lover, and hates sharing them with anyone else. He's more on the traditional side, as well, and desires to make them his little housewife as soon as possible.

☆ He most definitely tells his mother about his darling! Alicent and Aemond have weekly lunch dates, and she loves (Name) already from just hearing her son talk about them. She wants to meet them so bad, and once she does, she absolutely adores them. Aemond is a mama's boy. Not meeting his mother is out of the question!

Aegon Targaryen II

☆ The resident fuckboy, Aegon desires his darling more than any of his hookups, but she just doesn't seem interested in casual stuff. I can definitely see Aegon going for the nice girl, and he's an absolute menace when it comes to his darling! Aegon is high key annoying, but he's definitely an art student, which makes a lot of sense.

☆ I feel like his darling would be good friends with Helaena, so he asks her to put in a good word for him. Despite his reputation, Aegon is really devoted to his darling and has a hard time with anyone else that he tries to bring into his bed. It's a very toxic situation because while he's in bed with someone else he's thinking of (Name).

☆ Aegon is a bitch, like he'd let a pretty girl walk all over him kind of bitch. Once he does get involved with his darling, he's incredibly good at pleasing them. It doesn't matter what they want. He's there. This isn't just a sexual thing. Either way, he'd literally do anything for their approval.

☆ He's dependent on his darling, as well. He loves his sweet girl so much that he's unable to imagine his life without her! He wants to crawl into her body so she can never be without him, and Aegon recognizes how creepy that is, so he settles for keeping her in his bed as long as humanly possible.

Helaena Targaryen

☆ This sweet girl is an entomology student! She loves her bugs and is so passionate about them that she goes into that kind of career path. She meets her darling through her mother, unsurprisingly. Helaena doesn't have many friends, and so when she finally finds herself a companion, she's very happy!

☆ Helaena's feelings for her darling don't stay platonic, obviously, and she ends up wanting them to be more than friends. I definitely think she's neurodivergent, so Helaena isn't quite sure how to navigate her emotions when it comes to romance, but she knows that she absolutely adores (Name).

☆ She's a stalker. That's the only way to describe Helaena. She loves observing. She always has, but it's different when it comes to (Name). They're very close, and Helaena just loves looking at them! She thinks that her darling is so pretty, the prettiest in the entire world. So, Helaena follows her darling around constantly. When they're not hanging out together, she tries to steal glances of them. She's so sneaky about it, too. You'd never catch her in the act.

☆ Helaena hyperfixates on things, so she really appreciates it when people take in interest in her hobbies or whatever she's into currently. Like, she went through a phase where she was absolutely fixated on doing crochet, and she was making little bugs to give to her family and darling. She blabbers on to Aegon about her darling. I feel like in a modern AU, they would be very close :((((

☆ She has a pet tarantula named Dreamfyre 💕

aegon x twin sister/wife breastfeeding/breeding kink smut?

after their coronation he takes his anger by fucking and sucking her. promising he's gonna get her pregnant again so she can keep providing milk

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Fucking keep bouncing.” Aegon growled. His hands harshly palming your arse; spreading your cheeks apart as his cock harshly thrust inside you. You had already squirted around him after a handful of thrusts but now you were so sensitive; much to his delight. “Aegon..” You whimpered out breathlessly. 

Your soft, ample breasts were bouncing in front of him. They teased the now King as he harshly thrust up to you. Your eyes rolled back with pleasure as you began to whimper out his name so loudly. Your hips began to rock; spelling his name out as your hands reached to rest on his chest.

“Should be allowed to do this all day.” He whispered out. His hands pinching your nipples with the milk falling from them. “Aegon!” You cried out again; the sensitivity had you fluttering around his cock. He only darkly chuckled before leaning in. His hot, greedy tongue moving over your nipples.

He began to suck with hunger; his free hand moving to your other breast and harshly palmed you some more. Your cries of pleasure echoed around the room as you shook on top of him as you leaned in closer. His hands grabbed at your arse once more and helped you move against him.

The sound of your arse slapping against his body echoed around the room as you began to lose it. Your own stomach began to tighten in pleasure as your ample breasts easily continued to bounce. His hand gently moved to the back of your neck and brought you in for a soft, sensual kiss that quickly became sloppy.

You melted against him as his own arms locked around your middle as his cock jackhammered inside you. His frustrations and anger towards the day he was taking out on you in such a pleasurable way that had you nearly begging for more. Your soft, spongy spot was hit without fail.

“Good girl, going to give me everything I want?” Aegon hummed into your ear as your head fell back once more. You could only babble as the pleasure began to wrap itself around you. “Yes, yes! Anything…” Aegon’s smirk only darkened at your words as his hands returned to your hips now.

His own hips began to jerk more; his cock pushing deeper whilst your soaked walls fluttered around him. Aegon’s moans became just as loud as your own as both your climaxes were soon approaching. You leaned in and lovingly captured his soft lips; an act the now King practically melted for.

You moaned prettily against him as his hands moved to your arse once more; palming you as your bouncing quickened. “Oh gods.. Yes! “ You began to cry out now. Your head falling back as you squirted around his cock. “Fuck, good girl..so good” Aegon moaned out; his cock fucking you through your orgasm.

You whimpered his name as his jerking hips soon became sloppy before his own release came over him. You collapsed onto his chest as his arms wrapped around you. His softness only reserved for you returned as he nuzzled into your neck. You whispered sweet nothings as his hand gently returned to palming your breast.

Aegon first fell for you at thirteen. When you stayed with him to make sure he was alright when he drank himself unconscious for the guilt of not being there when Aemond lost his eye.

Aegon fell for you again at fifteen. When you specifically requested for him to his mother and hung out with him. You even laughed at his crude jokes with their being no doubt in his mind that you were faking them.

Aegon fell for you at seventeen. When you visited him and he kissed you under the tree in the courtyard. You kissed him back immediately with your hands gripped in his hair and his own hands gripping your waist.

Aegon fell in love with you all over again at eighteen. When you walked to him in your wedding gown and said your vows to him to always be with him no matter what.

Aegon fell in love with you and your daughter at nineteen. When you gave him a child that looked so much like you yet also like himself. He did not care what gender she was, all he cared about was that she looked just like you.

Aegon loved you for your whole life together. Surrounded by your children and their own children, content in being in your arms as you held him. Aegon died a happy man in love with his wife.

Side yet important note: this is inspired heavily by @spideymatcha and their Aemond stuff. Go check them out!!!!

morning glory

PAIRING ⇢ Prince Aegon II Targaryen x fem!Reader [Name]

RATING ⇢ 18+ | minors don’t interact!

SUMMARY ⇢ Prince Aegon and his wife enjoy a slow morning together

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇢ ok here goes nothing (bare with me this took a lot of willpower because i am my own harshest critic). if you do have any advice or constructive critic i am very happy to listen and learn, so feel free to let me know. to be honest, i don't know how i ended up writing for Aegon because I am an Aemond girl first and foremost. But somehow this idea made its way into my brain and i couldn't help myself, so..

Also, a big thank you to @aemonds-war-crime for helping me figure out how to tag this correctly!

WARNINGS ⇢ mostly smut | sexual content | reader is asleep at the start but it is implied she gave her consent prior (this scene is part of a longer work) | maybe some fluff?

WORD COUNT ⇢ 1'408 words

Aegon blinks open his eyes, groaning quietly as he rolls out of the sun, closer to his sleeping wife.

[Name] seems to be dead to the world still, and for a while, Aegon contents himself by watching the rays of sun moving up her back, bathing her in a soft glow, making her look even more ethereal.

Eventually, his gaze starts to slide lower, to the soft pink flesh he can see between her legs. There are some spots of white substance on her thighs, and he bites his lip as he remembers the night before, how she had writhed underneath him, always pulling him closer, taking whatever he gave to her, even demanding more, telling him that she wanted to keep him inside of her until they woke up.

“I have been blessed by the gods,” he murmurs to himself, one of his hands lowering to stroke his cock as he reaches out with the other, running a gentle finger down her back and between her folds.

[Name] mumbles something intelligible in her sleep, shifting one of her legs a little bit, almost as if to give him permission.

His mind set, Aegon slips closer on the bed, wetting his cock on her folds before slipping it inside her wet heat in one long thrust.

“A-ah…what-Aegon?” his wife yelps as she wakes up, one of her hands grabbing onto his arm as he wraps it around her chest.

“Good morning, wife. I apologize for not waking you up. You were simply too tempting to resist. And it is my name day, after all. I should be allowed to do whatever I wish today, do you not agree?” he asks her, his cock twitching inside of her as he holds himself still.

[Name] lets out a quiet snort, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder. Aegon can’t help but smile at the genuine warmth he finds in her lilac eyes, and he leans down to press a few fluttering kisses against her shoulder and neck.

“Do you not always do whatever you wish, dear husband?” she teases him, all the while pushing herself back towards him, letting him know without words that he can keep going.

Aegon growls quietly, his hips starting to move of their own accord, and his free hand moves down her front, teasing along her breasts before cupping her mound and rubbing soft circles.

[Name] lets out a quiet moan at his ministrations, throwing her head back against his chest, her eyes fluttering closed. She lifts her leg a little bit, opening up for him beautifully, and Aegon rewards her with a biting kiss to her jaw, leaning over her to finally plunder her mouth as she lets him do as he pleases.

With the combined assault of both his cock and his finger, it doesn’t take long for [Name] to reach her peak, her cunt tightening around Aegon, and he grits his teeth to keep himself from following after her, fucking her until her body stops shaking.

“My love, my beautiful wife. I wish for you to ride me. Take your pleasure from me, show me you are mine and I am yours, my little dragon,” Aegon whispers into her ear before pulling out, his cock bobbing up towards his stomach, swollen with need.

[Name] follows after him, turning onto her hands and knees as she crawls over him, leaning down to teasingly press a hot kiss to his tip on the way.

“Do not keep me waiting, my love, please,” Aegon rasps out, only to let his head fall back onto the bed when she takes him inside her once more, settling into his lap in a smooth movement.

“Ngh, you feel so good inside of me, husband,” [Name] breathes, leaning over him, her hands settled on his chest as she starts to move her hips.

Aegon slides his hands up her thighs, content to watch as she uses him for her own pleasure, quiet gasps falling from her mouth.

He can tell when she is close to reaching her peak, her movements losing rhythm, but he keeps still, licking over his lips.

“Touch me. Please, Aegon. I need you to touch me,” [Name] begs, one of her hands sliding down her body towards her center.

A smirk spreads on Aegon’s face as he reaches out and pushes her fingers away, toying with her cunt, circling his thumb over the little nub.

“Let yourself go, my love,” he commands, pushing his hips up to meet hers with every thrust.

[Name] throws her head back with a gasp, a visible shiver running down her body as she shakes on top of him, riding out her high with his help.

Once her peak has passed, [Name] collapses onto his chest, pressing a kiss to his collarbone as her breathing slows down.

“Take what you need from me, husband. Use me as I have used you,” she whispers into his ear a few seconds later, and Aegon lets out a happy groan at her words, resuming his movements once more as he holds her close.

Chasing his own peak, Aegon wraps his arms around his wife, pistoning his hips up into her warmth, until she clenches around him, pushing him over the edge as he lets go. His hips stutter and he holds [Name] down on his lap as he grinds against her, riding out his release, both of them breathing heavily.

“If only I could wake up like this every day, I believe the realm would be a much better place,” Aegon eventually breathes out, tilting his head as he grins up at his wife.

[Name] shakes her head with a soft laugh, leaning down to press her lips onto his, her fingers playing with his hair and running along his face.

“You truly are insatiable, Aegon. Is it not enough to have my evenings and my nights, now you want my mornings too?” she asks him, whispering the words against his lips in between kisses.

Aegon chuckles, running his fingers down [Name]’s sides in a teasing caress and settling at her waist, carefully lifting her as he pulls out, his seed slowly trickling down her legs.

“I will never get enough of you, my love. You are mine now. Mine to fuck, mine to hold, mine to worship. Every little piece of you is mine, and I will gladly prove it to you and the rest of the realm every day.”

A soft smile spreads on [Name]’s face as she rests her chin on his chest, and Aegon wraps an arm around her, keeping her close.

“You are mine too, Aegon. Mine to cherish, mine to keep. Mine to love.”

Their tranquil moment is rudely interrupted when the door to his chambers slams open, revealing Aemond, followed by his servants.

Aegon groans, pulling his bedsheets up to cover his wife from their eyes - he might have no shame, but [Name]’s body is only his to see.

“What is it? Why must you interrupt our nice morning?” he asks his brother with a sigh, knowing that he will not get this moment back.

“It is time to rise, brother. The banquet is starting soon, and then afterwards the tourney will be held. Our people must see their future King and Queen. You two can work on adding to your family later,” Aemond replies with a straight face.

Aegon just groans and sinks back into the bed, willing his brother to go away. [Name] giggles, pressing a kiss to his lips and tugging on his hair.

“He is right, husband. I would hate to miss the banquet or the tourney. Everyone will be celebrating you today, so we should thank them,” she decides.

Aegon sits up with a sigh, unable to deny his lady wife anything.

From somewhere near the bed, [Name] has apparently managed to find his shirt from the evening before, slipping it over her head to protect her modesty. It’s big on her, covering her up down to her thighs, and Aegon lets out another groan at how much she looks like his.

“Gods, wife, you really know how to tease your husband,” he tells her, reaching out to pull her into his arms.

[Name] dances out of reach with a laugh, evading his arms and sending him a flying kiss.

“Save your honeyed words for later, husband. It is time for me to get dressed - I shall see you later!” she calls out as she heads out of his chambers and taking his sunshine with him.

purple

Hi! So my brain did it again. this thing had a mind of it’s own and I felt these two deserved a proper send off. if I decide to keep on writing for this darling blue boy I’ll probably will have to imagine someone new for him. i’m sure that will come to me at some point. @scalyfreaks THANK YOU SO SO MUCH for letting me borrow your darling girl and I hope you feel I was kind to her and did her justice. I would not have started writing if it was not for her and for our conversations :’) These two found their soft epilogue after all. 

The storm has passed now but it has left a wreckage in its wake. The flat is silent, they even managed to scare Sunfyre away. He knows she should have left but hasn’t.

It’s getting dark and the days are getting chillier and by now he knows she’ll be cold.

She should’ve left but hasn’t.

His hands are shaking as he brings yet another cigarette to his lips, the forth in a row. -“maybe not the best idea after all” .

Everything he’s had to let go has claw marks on it. And he’s afraid he might be maiming her beyond repair.

By now Aegon knows he loves Amara. He’s a self aware bastard. You don’t nearly succeed in killing yourself twice by being so far gone, you are choking in your own vomit without gaining some proper insight. He knows he loves her like he wants to curl up inside her and go to sleep to never wake again. Like he wants to open up her rib cage, plant flowers there and watch them grow.

You see, that scares him. It scares him that he wants her wrapped around himself all the time. That sometimes he feels her even when she’s not there. It scares him that this young thing has made herself so tentatively comfortable in his life. It scares him the most that he doesn’t care that she has.  

The flat is silent, it’s staring to get dark. The yellow glow of the street lights filters through the large windows yet only shadows reach him. As if even the street lamps are appalled by his behaviour. He knows that if he steps into his porch now, she’ll be bathed in all that same golden light that even inanimate objects know he’s undeserving of.  

He’s tired and the darkness inside him is starting to creep in. The beast inside him is clawing the the weak corners of the cage he has built for it. 

Part of him wants to go back to quiet days with no one around, he wants the peace of bringing a random stranger home and having to qualms in letting them go before the dawn.

In his younger days Aegon consumed everything in extremes. Alcohol, drugs, people. Now that he’s older and has lived through the consequences of his unquenchable hunger he’s always afraid of having too much. Wanting too much.  

His beast is not happy with that. And it’s getting louder inside his chest. All bare teeth, sharp claws and thirst. Predator. It wants to take over and bring Amara to the sacrificial alter. He’s just not sure if it wants to rip her tender heart out and swallow it whole or to worship at her feet. 

He saves that though for his therapist on Wednesday.

Aegon tips his head back against the sofa, stares into the nothingness of his crown moulded ceilings and wonders about what other horrors have these silent ceilings witnessed, and if his are the worst. Cigarette smoke twirls around him, the same way Amara does, when she wants to look older than her years, and tries to behave as she imagines older women do when they want seduce jaded men.

It is heartbreaking and amusing at the same time- that she does not yet understand how he’s always reaching for her or why she finds her skin painted with more bite marks and small bruises each passing day. The purple suits her. 

His beast growls inside his chest. 

He closes his eyes, crows feet painting is face with lines that men much older have yet to earn and smiles into the darkness. He eventually gives in and gets up, grabbing his old cardigan from the coatrack in the hallway and steps out of the flat.

She should’ve left but hasn’t.

The evening sky is purple and his street is quiet. The tourists that normally crowd the streets around the park chased away by the quiet arrogance of London evenings. The silent interludes of the birth and death of days belong only to the ones the city recognises as her own.

He finds Amara sitting on the steps. As he suspected, the traitorous light bathing her golden. Her lavender silk shirt has slipped off her shoulder and he has to fight the primal urge to sink his teeth into that spot.

His bare feet touch the cold stone floor.

Aegon gently drops the oversized cardigan over her shoulders, her bird boned fingers come up to pull it around herself as if she wants to melt into something that belongs to him. He sits behind her on the steps, legs and knees caging her in.

Amara does not look at him. She’s staring into the distance as if he’s not there. And for a moment he wonders if that’s what living in a grey world would feel like. He fits himself to her back, arms coming to wrap around her tightly.

He playfully nips at her earlobe. Gently now, for this is not the time for roughness.

She shivers, his two day stubble tickling her, and tucks her face onto his neck to hide her ear from his grasp.

So he nips at her nose instead. A playful growl erupts from his chest. Steady now. She giggles and growls back. We’re getting somewhere then. She sighs, the kind of sight of relief that goes all the way down to your atoms and finally melts into him.

She should have left but didn’t.

“Amara”- he runs the tip of his nose agains the bridge of hers.

“Aegon” - she kisses his right eye, his long lashes tickling her lips.

“I’m sorry”- one of his hands comes up to grip her jaw- gentle still. He knows later, she’ll take on his violence, match him bite for bite, scratch for scratch. But it’s not the time for that yet.

“I am too”- she whispers, mouth breathing into his, lips touching but not quite kissing.

He slowly traces the shape of her lips with the tip of his tongue before dropping a gentle kiss to her bottom lip. As he pulls away, she chases his mouth. It seems to be their unyielding fate, to always keep chasing each other. He’s tired of walking away from her, he realises.

He kisses her temple and lets his lips rest there, breathing in deeply with arms still tight around her. The beast inside him purrs in contentment as it wraps itself around her too. Where a moment ago it was all sharp teeth and bristled fur, it’s now docile as a newborn kitten. Aegon gives in.

“Come back home to me mermaid?”- he whispers into her skin. Amara does not say anything, but nods. Eyes closed. Her face hidden away below the strong curve of his jaw and she leans in to imprint a kiss there, impossibly close.

He wonders if she can hear his beast purr too.

the reader being jacaerys twin sister and aegon and aemond claiming you as theirs🤨

Oh how that is a great idea, war will be started just over that alone. They both would fight over you in their youth for just a ounce of attention, like getting you something or fighting for doing anything they could. But they soon came to a agreement of sharing you and taking you away from your twin brother and your family.

Small smut Drabble below. 18+

You’d be squeezed between the two of them while their hands gripped onto you. Your dress would be undone and on the floor beneath you, they didn’t care for moving even a inch.

Aegons fingers would be pinching your nipples and twisting them a bit while Aemond’s fingers would be deep inside your pussy. “I have to admit you’re taking us better then I thought, little dove.” Aemond would admit while watching you stare at him with half closed wet eyes.

“That’s because she wants to be ours brother. I have seen the gazes she gives us and I know she thinks about us fucking her hard,” Aegons voice darker while he reached his hand up to turn your head to the side, “Isn’t that right?”

You could only nod and whimper while feeling the pleasure but slight embarrassment of being nude and doing that things you were doing. “Jace thinks you’re his precious little sister.” The blonde in front of you forced his finger up harder and you let out a gasp out slight pain and shock. 

“But you’re all ours now, and I’ll fuck you in front of him if I have too.”

After Aemond made you cum just from his fingers Aegon gets on his knees and cleans you off, sucking and licking every bit of cum he can get. He was desperate for it, anything you did he was going to be desperate for. But after he got done, he bent you over the table and fucked you with his cock, fast and rough.

It was Aegons room so the people thought it was just another whore, but it was your screams and squeals as his cock slammed into you. Though they were quickly muffled by Aemond shoving his cock into your mouth.

That night you ended up as their little pet.

Jacaerys couldn’t believe that you and aemond got engaged a month after.

Aegon ii Targaryen x niece reader where it's like Damon and Rhaenyra, Aegon and reader go to a brothel but they actually fuck and now they have to marry but there okay with it because they love eachother?

Molding and Shaping

Warnings: incest, slight dub-con, virgin!reader, slight dumbification(?) or allusions to it in the future, somnophilia, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, no protection, manipulation, cock-warming, power-dynamic, older/younger dynamic, 

***

He found you laying in one of the brothel’s private rooms. He’d lost you ages ago during a trip into the city, and spent a good stretch of it looking for you. Aegon knew his mother would flay him alive if he returned without you at his side. Rhaenyra already coveted her daughter so much; if she should have gone missing on her uncle’s watch, he’d never hear the end of it. So, rather than bury himself in wine cups and whores, he’s been searching for you. A man whom he often gambled with in a tavern up the street said he’d seen someone of your description wandering through the Street of Silk. 

Perhaps you hoped to find him here, in the Flower Garden, an establishment known to have the finest maidens in King’s Landing?

Or, you hoped he might find you there, vulnerable and oblivious to his presence?

Aegon’s body grew warm seeing you laying on a cot in an empty room. The madam told him she’d taken pity on you, and let you sleep quietly in one of the private rooms. A small room, the walls draped in red and gold curtains, he saw the plush furniture and amenities the place offered. He spotted small vials of different scented oils on a table near the bed, a comfortable mattress with red and white sheets, and his mind began to turn. 

For as long as he could remember, your uncle desired you. He watched you grow from an annoying, whiny brat into a blossoming young woman who made him hard in a single glance. Aegon needed to have you, but he knew his sister would never willingly agree to a marriage. She most likely planned on giving you to Jace, your brother, but he refused to let that happen. Rhaenyra took much from him, and he planned on taking you from her. Aegon spent most of his teen years flirting and seducing you. He knew you felt the same. He knew because he still thinks about the time he cornered you at Driftmark, tugged down his trousers and convinced you to stroke him. He thought about your soft hand sliding up and down his length, sending shivers of pleasure over him while people feasted right on the balcony above you. Aegon continued small trists like this, slowly bringing you to him with promises of undying love and devotion mingled with passionate kisses and touches. You were a lonely girl with very few friends to guide you. You were perfect for molding.  

Aegon started carefully removing his clothes. He couldn’t avoid the arousal stirring in him. You’d worn your peasant clothes tonight. A cloth and linen gown that cinched at your waist sat over a chair, and he saw your corset beside it, so you only wore your small clothes on the bed. He could make out the shape of your breasts underneath the chemise; the thin fabric rode up around your thighs as you tossed over to one side, your bottom exposed to him. He’d be gentle. You saw his cock plenty of times over the years, but he rarely saw your body. Mostly because your family lived on Dragonstone and had not visited in years. But, the times you had met, you often pleasured him. 

He finished undressing and slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. You didn’t stir at the shift in the bed, so he took that to be a good thing. Carefully, he reached over to the collection of oils, finding one that smell of coconuts, and dripped it onto his fingertips. He then gently applied it between your thighs. He bit his lip at the feeling of your soft folds on his fingertips. The oil made it easier for him to move around, wetting your pussy and touching on your clit. He sometimes lowered his hand to your thighs for a soft squeeze, before running back up to your bottom. He gave the one cheek he could touch another tender grip. He’d have you tonight whether you knew it or not. Aegon’s cock started to harden touching your parts: he slid his oiled fingers back over your pussy slowly, and even spat on them to make it slippery. Visions of this tight heat around his cock, squeezing and milking him, made his jaw drop. You’re temptation personified. You’re the one thing he can’t have but desperately wanted. 

“Mmmhm,” he heard you stir in your bed, “Uncle...”

“Shush,” he quieted you gently, watching your pussy glisten in the candlelight. You said it so sweetly, so innocently. “Just relax for me, Princess. I’ll do the rest.”

“Uncle...it tingles.”

“It’s supposed to, love.”

He loved it when you played innocent. You spread yourself a bit further out, and Aegon took advantage of the access. He smiled at the soft gasp you made once he slid a finger inside. Yes, just as tight as he thought. Your walls clenched at the intrusion, the slippery digit massaging against them as he curled inside. He watched you clutch the pillows as his fingered you. Your low whimpers made his cock twitch; the feeling of your pussy clutching his fingers caused him to bite his lower lip. Gods, you were perfect. He often had to pay extra for maidens. He once bought a girl at auction. But even those common girls paled in comparison to your sweet, untouched, virginal cunt. Aegon knew nobody ever touched you this way before. He could tell by how easily your pussy spread for him. You’ll be his by the end of the night. Nobody will be able to take you away; not Rhaenyra, not Daemon, not his mother and especially not his corpse of a father. 

Aegon chuckled at the sound you made when he pulled out his finger. “Don’t worry, pet,” he said into your ear, rolling his fingers over your clit once more, “You’re going to get something much better soon.”

“Two fingers?” you asked shyly. 

“No, sweetling,” he laughed, kissing right at the edge of your ear, “Something bigger and longer than my fingers. I think you’re really going to like it.” He kissed down from your ear to your neck, then to your shoulder. “Stay still,” he said when he noticed your grinding into his fingers, “And let me enjoy your cunt.” 

He felt the hard pearl of your clit brush on his fingers, and you shuddered. Aegon continued running it between his fingers, rubbing over and under it every so often to hear you moan. Finally, a pussy he didn’t need to pay for. It’d be all his. If he takes your maidenhead, his family will have no choice but to marry you both to avoid scandal. Then, your body would be his to do what he liked. He couldn’t possibly wait. The tip of his cock began hitting his stomach as he leaned down to rub your clit with his other hand. While he pumped two fingers inside you, he circled right on the nub that sent sparks through your body, causing you to jolt each time. Your heat pulled his fingers fully inside you, fluttering and coating them in your juices. 

“Uncle,” you moaned, tugging down the neckline of your chemise underneath your breasts, “Please, go faster.”

“Faster?” he said, eyeing your bare breast from the side. He groaned watching you start pinching and grazing your nipples. 

“Yes, please.”

He moved his fingers faster. He wriggled them inside and continued teasing your clit until you were shaking in his grasp. Aegon groaned at the squirt of juices covering his hand. God, you squirt. He loved that. He continued fingering you even after you’d finished making a mess, unable to stop himself from giving you another orgasm. He sensed you must be overstimulated, since you squirmed around every time he brushed your sensitive clit. Keeping you on your side, Aegon finally withdrew his fingers. He pressed them to your lips, moaning when you sucked them. Relief finally sparked when he pushed his spongy tip to your pussy. Your body immediately spread your cum over his tip. He ran the head over your throbbing clitoris, letting his length side between your thighs to wet his shaft. This slight teasing drove you wild. He watched you grind into his cock, whimpering incoherently about him putting it inside you. 

“If I take your virginity, Princess,” he said, prodding your entrance with the head, “I will cum inside you.” It was not a fact. It was a promise. “I will fill you with my seed. I will keep filling you over and over until you’re pregnant with my child.” 

Then your mother has no choice. He liked the idea of you round, swollen and carrying his baby. Aegon did not particularly want children or to be married, in fact. He simply liked the idea of you holding his child. He smiled imagining his sister’s face whenever you walk by, heavily pregnant, and remember who put it in you. 

“Please, Uncle,” you moaned out the title, a word you used so innocently but which caused him so much arousal, “Fuck me.” 

“Fuck you?” he questioned coyly, still teasing you, “Not ‘make love’? Not ‘take me’? Do you wish for me to fuck you, little bird?” 

“Yes.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.”

He aligned himself with your entrance, then slowly sunk himself into you. Your eye widened at the length and girth stretching you, possibly breaking your maidenhead and causing slight bits of pain. Aegon did not particularly care. The pleasure surging inside his loins made him blind to all sense. Your pussy felt unreal. He’d taken plenty of virgins; he’d rammed himself deep into whores from dawn until dusk, yet yours was so much sweeter. Aegon straddled one thigh, holding the other up and pounded deep into you. Each moan came in a small squeak, still adjusting to his size in spite of the gradual pace. He looked down to his thickness forcing you open; your pussy gripped him tightly, and he couldn’t help being mesmerized by it. He pictured himself fucking this hole constantly. He’d fuck you everywhere and anywhere: his bed chambers, his mother’s apartments, your mother’s apartments, Aemond’s bed (for laughs), and maybe even the throne room. His wild fantasies filled with you riding his cock right on that stupid, ugly chair everyone wants so badly. Your tits bouncing as they did now in each thrust; you moaning his name and pleading for more even when you’d finished. You’ll be his pretty, dumb cocksleeve; his little sex slave who will do anything to satisfy him. 

“Such a good pet,” he growled in your ear, the new angle making your eyes roll back. He grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to stay fully still as he pounded your cunt. “Taking my big cock so well and being so good for me. Don’t worry about anything. You stay right here and be a good whore for me...a pretty, dumb, silly little whore...”

And that you did. Aegon watched with satisfaction and amazement when you climaxed a second time. He loved how you clawed at the pillows and sheets; you held them bundled up against your body for a shred to hang onto. Aegon withdrew to see a small sliver of pink mix in with the cum streaming from the tip of his cock. You'd bled. More dropped onto the sheet he used to wipe it. He could’ve cummed just from that alone, but no, he wanted more.

"Ride me," he said, laying on the bed and bringing you with him. He laid there to watch you straddle his hips and sit there. "Well?"

"I...Uncle, it hurts..."

"I know it does, pet," he cooed, running his hands on your thighs, "But it's supposed to. It'll start to feel better soon. Now, get on my cock like a good girl."

You grabbed his shaft and guided him into you, moaning as he impaled you. Aegon groaned at the pulsating heat swallowing him. He gazed down to see your clit rubbing on him, the friction making you grind on him gently. He allowed you to go whatever speed you liked for a while, content to enjoy your hot pussy instead. He grabbed at your tits in the meantime, cupping and palming them as much as he could. Hard nipples poked at his palms, and he pinched them tenderly. The additional pleasure caused you to start bouncing. The sound of skin on skin broke him, and he began bucking his hips to meet yours. He knew your insides would ache in the morning, but he did not fully care. He'd fallen too into his desires to care.

Soon, Aegon tightened his grip on your breasts, hearing a soft moan of pain as he came. As promised, Aegon pumped every drop he could deep inside you. Trembling, his eyes fell closed as he savored your pussy shuddering around him again. He didn’t stop until his cock softened, still twitching somewhat at the stimulation, and you finished cumming over him. Aegon did not pull out. He rolled you onto your side, lifted your leg over his to keep your bodies together, and held you. Under the glow of your orgasms, you rested in his arms. He pushed hair from your face, kissing your cheeks, nose, and lips and muttering praises. 

“You did so well, pet,” he muttered, kissing your lips. “You took it all like a big girl and made me so proud of you.” 

You smiled brightly, “Don’t pull out of me, Uncle. Please. Not yet.”

“I wasn’t planning to, sweetling,” he replied. “I told you. I want to keep filling you.” 

He’d let you relax for a while before having you again. Aegon won’t stop until he is sure you’re pregnant. If you prove not to be, then you have the rest of your lives to do so. Idly, he spent a good while kissing and caressing your body while stuffed in you. As he slipped out, admiring the thick substance spilling from your hole, he looked over to the doorway. Behind the shadow of the curtain, he spotted a small street urchin watching them. He smirked at the boy before he scurried off. A spy. One of Otto’s? One of Larys Strong’s? He didn’t care. The more people who knew about it, the better his chances will be. Aegon began kissing and nibbling your breasts as he imagined his sister hearing about this treachery. The victory felt too sweet. 

****

“Aegon, how could you? How could you be so blind? To do this? To do this to her?”

For once, Aegon was not bothered by his mother’s tears or fury. He watched with a sly smirk as she raged in front of him. The boy must’ve been Larys Strong’s spy after all, since it’d been her who approached him first. She’d come into his bed chamber, ripping the covers from his body and tearfully confronting him. He worried she might have gone to you first, giving you moontea and killing any chance of a child. But, that did not matter. He’d taken your virginity, which in a society like theirs, made you worthless to anyone who’d want you. 

“What were you thinking?” she asked him. “With her? You do understand that Rhaenyra favors her daughter immensely, and will take this as a slight on her and her family. You’ve spoiled her for any potential matches.” 

He almost told her you weren’t innocent either, and had asked him to do it, but he refrained. “I was thinking about my family.”

“Your family?” she huffed. “How is bedding your niece thinking of your family?”

“In order to avoid any more scandals and rumors,” he began, “Rhaenyra will have to agree to a marriage between our house and theirs. She loves Y/N. She adores her. If I’m married to her daughter, who is over the moon about me, then when she ascends the throne, she won’t execute us all.”

Aegon knows there are many flaws in his plan, but that did not matter. Rhaenyra’s always been his father’s favorite child. He’s willfully blinded himself to her treasons, and always came to her rescue whenever a problem arose. He showed time and time again that he cared more about her than the rest of his children. Aegon knows he’ll never be king, and he doesn’t want to be king, but he’d once wanted acceptance. He’d once wanted his father’s love. The night he realized he’d never have it, he decided if Rhaenyra can take things from him and his brother, he can certainly take things from her. Such as her pretty little daughter. By the time Rhaenyra saw her daughter again, she’ll be completely under Aegon’s control and influence. 

You’ll belong to him. 

****

A/N: this ended up a lot darker than I originally intended, but I’m happy with how it turned out. I hope you enjoyed it too!! <3 

The Queen and her Husbands

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

Summary: Greens wins AU. Rhaenyra Targaryen is dead, the war seems to be over but that doesn't mean there is peace. Your relationship with Aemond is strained after he killed your brother and he will leave you for Alys Rivers. As if that wasn't enough, now you have to marry Aegon, your mother's killer, to bring peace to the kingdom and stop Cregan Stark from continuing the war.

Masterlist Serie

Part 1: We'll be fine

Part 2: The Council

Part 3: Give me a chance

Part 4: I wish that too

Part 5: The Wedding

Part 6: Antidote

Part 7: I'm sorry

Part 8: Two Rhaenys

drabbles, one shots or lost scenes from the past or future of our queen and her two husbands

Cloack: Aegon is jealous that you make Aemond a cloak.

I Care About You: You remind Aegon that there are people who care about him.

3 people you thought you might marry + one of the people you married

You Can Do It: The twins are born. Aemond isn't by your side, but Aegon is.

Dad Aemond

Sapphire: Aemond is afraid of the twins' reaction to his sapphire.

You're doing the right thing: After an argument with your brother, you need someone to tell you that you are doing the right things and that your husband is there to support you.

Bastard: Aelor finds out that you are not his biological mother.

Unfair: After an incident between Baelon and Aelor you ask Aemond to talk to Baelon.

Sick: Daeron is sick and neither you nor Aegon is taking it well.

Worry: Aegon is worried about Jaehaera's future.

Answering questions, headcanons, etc.

Talking about Alys Rivers, Reader, Aemond and Aegon

Talking about the Rhaenys analogy.

How does Aemond react if Reader says he loves Aegon?

Did Alys really bewitch Aemond? + What happened between Alys and Aemond was not consensual

Talking about reader and her family

What’s happened to Rhaena and Baela? + More

Why didn't Reader fight in the war?

Talking about Alys' attempted murder of Reader

Talking about Viserys II and Larra Rogare + What would Reader do if Larra abandoned Viserys and the children?

Who is the father of Daeron and Reader's unborn baby?

Talking about Baelon's resemblance to Daemon

How is the father of Reader's current baby?

Would Aegon see the parallels between Baelon and Reader and him and Alicent’s relationship? + Who is the heir to the Iron Throne? + How would Reader react to Baelon's exile?

Baelon in the North + Will reader have any daughters?

More on Reader and Baelon's relationship

Family tree with all Reader's children

the last update of the masterlist was on in February 2024

aegon sucks ur tits to relax/calm down. & he also does it unconsciously, you’re not surprised to wake up to him sucking.

REAL!! this boy has a hardcore mommy kink i feel it in my balls

content warnings: non sexual nudity, tits in mouf, aegon is so babygirl

imagining him prying back your silk nightgown to reach your tits, wrapping his arms around your middle and nestling in comfortably. he moulds himself to your own body and as soon as his mouth closes around the malleable flesh there, he goes soft and lax.

you wake to him dozing, your skin littered with dark marks where he’s gotten overzealous. he grumbles but is quickly coaxed back down by your hands in his flaxen tresses, scratching at his scalp. he practically purrs at the affection, not unlike a cat where he leans into your hands. you run your thumb across the creases in his forehead, smoothing the tension he holds.

“sweet boy,” you coo. he snakes an arm beneath the fabric of your gown and rakes his short fingernails across your bare back. you sigh appreciatively, twirling loose strands of blonde and tucking them away from his face.

he can count on you for moments of reprieve; and no matter what his days hold, he’s comforted by the fact that he always has you to come back to.