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a cruel fate

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary - Having been in love with Aegon your entire life, you always assumed that he never felt the same. Now set to wed his brother, Aemond, your frustration finally peaks and leads to you confessing your feelings.

Warnings - suggestive language/actions, light use of y/n (sorry), sad aegon lol, minors dni please

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Winter had fallen over King’s Landing, offering the air an undeniable chill. It nipped relentlessly at your skin, tinting your cheeks a deep shade of maroon.

You weren’t dressed appropriately for the weather, still wearing the same black gown that you’d donned at supper. It was a sleek and simplistic thing, one of your favorites, though it left much of your neck and forearms exposed to the frigid elements.

Gooseflesh began to form along the bare bits of skin, your body’s way of urging you to go back inside the castle and seek out some semblance of warmth.

Despite knowing that it was the logical thing to do, you didn’t listen. Instead, you brought your knees up to your chest, pressing your forehead against them and further curling into yourself, trying to lock in as much of your body heat as possible.

Eventually you would have to go back inside the Red Keep, even if only to prevent hypothermia from setting in. But returning inside meant returning to reality; one that you knew you weren’t quite ready to face again.

So, for now at least, you were content to sit here beneath the weirwood tree and risk freezing to death.

A strange part of you considered whether death was a more desirable fate than the one you would soon face—though the thought alone was enough to spawn a feeling of guilt deep within your stomach, creeping its way up your throat and making you feel nauseous.

Prince Aemond Targaryen was a decent man.

Or, at the very least, he was far more decent than some of the men that wanted your hand.

There were countless women who would gladly kill for an opportunity to take your place, and you knew that of all the things you should be feeling right now, grateful should be farther up on the list. After all, King Viserys’s youngest son was highly sought after for countless reasons.

Aemond was undoubtedly intelligent. He had been studying intricate works of philosophy for nearly two decades, and you knew him to be capable of reciting the great histories of Westeros from memory alone.

He practiced diligently with members of the Kings Guard, having gripped steel in his palms since he was old enough to stand. This meant his talent with a blade was nearly unmatched, leaving him highly revered for his dedication and talent, desired for his capability to protect those around him.

And, as much as you wished to deny it, Aemond was an incredibly handsome man; even with the leather patch covering his missing eye.

You were lucky to have ended up betrothed to him, someone that you had known for most of your life and knew would treat you fairly. You were lucky to be granted such a position, one that so many wanted.

But try as you might, whenever you find yourself thinking of your betrothed, you can’t make yourself feel lucky, knowing that it was a fate you did not want.

You just felt sick.

So, instead of celebrating your impending union within the comfort of the Red Keep, hand-in-hand with your future husband, you sat in the dirt beneath the weirwood.

Hiding—from both the future that awaited you and what would soon be left in your past.

Unfortunately, the latter was much harder to hide from, given that your past had a nasty habit of always knowing exactly where to find you.

“Seven hells, y/n! It’s fucking freezing out here!”

The sound of Aegon’s voice was unexpected, nearly making you jump from your own skin. You lifted your head to look in his direction so fast that you smacked it against the tree behind you. A pained gasp slipped your lips, followed by a hushed series of expletives as a throbbing spread throughout the base of your skull.

If anyone else were around, they likely would have scolded you for your vulgar use of language, marking it unladylike and improper. But Aegon only laughed at it.

“Careful now,” he warned playfully, taking another few lazy steps in your direction, “can’t say my brother would be too pleased to hear that his betrothed bashed her own skull in just days before their wedding.”

You couldn’t understand how you hadn’t heard him approaching, knowing that stealth wasn’t exactly a quality the eldest prince possessed.

Aegon was always careless and heavy footed, always quick to make his presence known; the opposite of his brother. But tonight, it seemed as if he’d borrowed upon Aemond’s skills–or, more likely, you had been too consumed in your own misery to pay any attention.

“I’ve been looking for you, you know.” A boyish grin tugged at his pale lips, stopping at the base of your feet and looking down at you.

For many it was an unusual sight to see Aegon smile, with most having grown used to the permanent scowl that seemed to grace his features. For you, though, it was a standard expression.

Rubbing at the sore spot on the back of your head, you kept your chin low, refusing to look up as you spoke roughly, “My apologies, your grace. I wasn’t aware my presence was needed anywhere.”

Aegon’s brow instantly cocked, forehead creasing as he took in both the bitterness and the formality of your statement.

It was rare that you addressed him with proper terms and hearing them now made him feel uneasy. Your willingness to ignore the politics that threatened to consume his life was one of the many things Aegon adored about you, knowing that with you, he wasn’t the prince or even the King’s true heir—he was just Aegon.

“Your presence is always needed.” He spoke without thinking, sharing the first thing that came to mind. When you stayed silent, he felt his face grow warm.

Clearing his throat and trying to redirect, he impishly bumped his foot against yours to try and draw your attention. It didn’t work, your stare fixed to your lap. “Why are you hiding out here anyways?”

“I’m not hiding.” You swiftly corrected him, finally lowering your hand as the pain in your head dissipated to a dull ache. “I just wanted some fresh air.”

“You should have told me,” he said, once again failing to hold his tongue, “I would’ve joined you.”

Restraint had never been a strong suit of his, yet it seemed to fail him further whenever you were around.

Aegon had never quite gotten used to having someone who actually wanted him around. Growing up surrounded by those who only ever searched for ways to avoid him, he had grown familiar with loneliness.

But then you came along one day, a scared little girl whose father had just secured a place in King Viserys’s council. Aegon remembered thinking that you seemed just as out-of-place as he did, trying to make a home of this unfamiliar land.

Imagining that you were even half as lonely as he felt, he took pity on you, approaching you on a whim and cracking some awful joke to ease your mind. And, to his surprise, it worked. Laughter reverberated through your little body, spilling from your lips and urging him to laugh too.

With one petty and uncharacteristic act of kindness, Aegon became your first friend in the Red Keep, and you became the first person to not just tolerate his presence, but to actually enjoy it.

It became an addicting feeling for him, seeking out your company and using it to stave away decades loneliness. With you, he felt that he was always pining, always craving—always the opposite of himself.

You smiled in response to his statement, though he was quick to realize that it wasn’t a kind one. It resembled more of a snarl, lips pressed tightly together, voice taut as you said, “I wasn’t in the mood for company.”

Aegon’s body immediately went stiff, a pang of rejection coursing through him and making his face screw up. It was intentional, of course, as you knew him well enough to know he would take your comment personally. You hoped it would piss him off enough to make him leave entirely.

Of course, though, things were never that easy with Aegon.

“Alright, what did I do?” He asked gruffly, sounding an awful lot like a child waiting to be scolded.

“What do you mean?”

“To piss you off!” He all but whined, voice growing louder as his short temper began to rise. “What did I do to make you act like this?”

You were stumped, left to purse your lips as you struggled to conjure an answer that didn’t involve you telling him the truth.

Aegon had been on his best behavior as of late. It had been ages since you last heard of him visiting the Street of Silk and he hadn’t been allowing himself to fall too deeply into his cups.

In many ways, it seemed that since your betrothal to his brother was announced, Aegon had been far more composed, happier, even—a fact that likely should have made you happy as well.

But it didn’t.

If anything, it made you miserable.

With a deep sigh, agitated by your own complicated feelings and him, you answered with a half-truth, “You haven’t done anything, my prince.”

The sound of that word, that fucking title, falling from your lips was enough to snap something within him, his quick temper getting the better of him.

An annoyed growl ripped through his throat, stomping his foot against the dirt. Even without looking at him you could feel his lilac eyes burning into you, glaring down at you.

“Stop that.”

You played coy, repeating the phrase that had gotten a rise out of him. “Stop what, my prince?”

In a selfish way, you wanted him to be angry, to feel even half as unhappy as you were right now.

“Stop talking to me like my mother’s around!” He grumbled.

Bold and fueled by your own misery, you pushed him further, “Is that a command, my pri-”

Aegon cut you off before you had a chance to antagonize him further, shouting far louder than intended, “No! It’s not a fucking command!”

You were instantly stunned, finally breaking as your gaze flicked up from your lap, staring at him with wide-eyes.

This wasn’t the first time you had heard Aegon yell.

After all, you’d grown up with him, having practically become the elder boy’s shadow. You had heard him yell at knights, at servants, and even his siblings—but this was the first time he had ever yelled at you.

You expected to be scared, having found yourself the target of his short temper. But, in a strange way, you found that you liked it. For a moment, however brief, you were the target of his passion. Even if it wasn’t in the way you wanted, it was still something.

Aegon clearly didn’t share those feelings though, regret swiftly washing over him. He took a deep breath, his head lowering as he attempted to calm himself.

“You know that I would never command you to do anything.” He told you, much softer than before. A hand rose to his head, his fingers roughly tugging at his silvery locks. “I was only asking you to stop. As your friend.”

You knew that his statement was meant as a kindness. A testament, even, that he would never use his position of power against you, viewing you as far more than one of his father's subjects. Knowing that, however, did not stop it from landing against your chest like a harsh blow, your lip curling in disgust at the sound.

For years you had thought yourself happy to have Aegon as a friend. But, as much as you didn’t wish to admit it, you knew that you would be far happier to have him as more than that.

As the two of you grew older, you found yourself tired of sitting on the sidelines, watching as Aegon lusted over every woman that crossed his path. You watched as he chased after servants and whores, throwing his attention and his cock at anyone who would pay him any attention.

Except for you.

Often it felt as if you were the only woman in the world that he didn’t want, even as you grew desperate for him. While Aegon seemingly craved your friendship, you craved him.

Having become further vexed by your own thoughts, you let out a particularly loud huff, falling back against the weirwood tree and ignoring the way Aegon’s brows raised at your dramatic display. “Not for much longer.” You proclaimed, watching blankly as your breath turned to a cloudy mist amongst the cool air. “So you should get used to the formalities.”

“Well what the fuck do you mean by that?” Aegon asked, sounding thoroughly exasperated.

He found females to be entirely too difficult to communicate with. They were fickle creatures, prone to speaking in riddles and leaving him with a kind of headache that couldn’t be easily remedied. It was the reason he did his best to avoid them altogether, save for whenever one was crawling into his bed.

You were an exception, however. The only woman he cared enough about to actually try and decode your cryptic speech.

“I’ll be married soon,” you told him simply, shoulders lifting in a careless shrug, “it’ll change things.”

“Ah, yes!” Aegon commented caustically, laughing dryly, “My apologies! I forgot that as soon as you’re wed my brother plans to throw you in the Maidenvault, never to be seen again!”

You cut your eyes at him, letting your head drop back against your knees. “So glad that you’re taking this seriously, Aeg.”

The muffled remark made his laughter grow quiet, realizing that you clearly weren’t in the mood for his antics. For whatever reason, even if he didn’t understand it, you were serious about thinking that your marriage to Aemond would affect your friendship.

Silence settled over the two of you, a suffocating and heavy sort of thing. The ground crunched beneath his boots, and you wondered if he had finally had enough of your temperamental behavior.

It was a thought that should’ve brought you some relief, given that you had been purposely trying to piss him off enough that he’d leave you to wallow alone in your misery, but it didn’t. Instead, you only grew more agitated at the thought of Aegon running off to seek out the company of someone far more amenable than you.

You went to lift your head, already considering pleading with him to stay, before you suddenly felt the warmth of his body pressing against your side as he sat on the ground with you.

The close proximity quelled your building nerves, your muscles instinctively relaxing in his presence.

“So you’re not angry at me,” he ventured, seemingly unaware of the fact that your heart was now in your throat, your mind too fixated on the way his forearm was pressed against yours, “you’re upset about your betrothal?”

His tone took you by surprise, now lacking the humor it once held and sounding far more pensive. The newfound solemnity wasn’t enough to stop him from playfully jutting an elbow into your side though, silently urging you to lift your head.

You obliged with his request, though you didn’t let yourself face him as you muttered out an answer. “I guess so.”

“But why? This was what we wanted, was it not?”

We—a simple phrase, inherently meaningless and yet still powerful enough to cause your chest to tighten.

“We always agreed that when it came time for you to marry that it would be best for it to be someone here, right? That way you wouldn’t have to leave King’s Landing!”

So you wouldn’t have to leave him.

“Well, yes,” you huffed, cheeks beginning to heat as you struggled to find an easy explanation for your feelings, “but it’s just–I don’t know, this isn’t how I imagined things would go!”

It was true enough.

Perhaps Aegon’s only hope had been that you would be betrothed to someone nearby, unwilling to lose his best friend. But your hope had only ever been that you would be betrothed to him.

“Is it Aemond?” He guessed, trying to think of any reason for your animosity. Without waiting for confirmation, he hastily started to form a defense for it. “I know he’s a bit of a twat, but it’s not like you’ll be expected to spend all your time with him! Dozens of women only ever see their husbands on special occasions, do they not? Like tourneys or fucking-”

You threw your head back and grimaced, a repulsed sound coming from your lips at the reminder of the duty that would soon be placed upon you. Cursed as a woman, you would be expected to give Aemond an heir; a thought you’d been trying to avoid.

“Seven hells, Aeg! It’s not about that!” You cried out, nose wrinkling.

“Oh.”

He sank back against the weirwood, his shoulders slumping forward as he did. Then, after a moment, he asked, “Does that mean you actually want to fuck my brother?” He cocked a brow at you, starting to motion to the left side of his face. “Even with the whole, ya know-”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to laugh at the disgusted expression he wore. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m just wondering!” Aegon defended himself, lifting his hands to his chest, palms facing outwards.

“Well not everything is about fucking, Aegon.” You said sternly.

“Sooo,” he popped his lips, giving you a sheepish grin that let you know he wasn’t planning to drop the question, “you don’t want to fuck him then?”

Scowling, you reached over to swat roughly at his forearm, unable to hold back your amusement as you watched him try to scramble back from the strike, chuckling at your weak attempt to hit him.

“No, Aeg. I don’t want to fuck your brother.” You clarified, rolling your eyes at his juvenile behavior. “Not that it’s any of your business in the first place.”

The answer seemed to satisfy the eldest prince, moving back to settle against the tree with a smug smirk. “Then aside from fucking Aemond,” he jeered, “what’s the problem? We should be celebrating!”

He leaned closer, delicately grabbing hold of your wrist and lightly shaking you. Your smile abruptly fell, posture straightening. Aegon didn’t notice the changes in your body language, only continuing his spiel.

“This marriage will solve everything! Your father is pleased that you’re marrying a prince, and being with Aemond means that you won’t even have to leave the Keep! It all works out perfectly.”

“You’re right,” you heaved out a breath, snatching your wrist from his hand and rising to your feet, “it clearly solves everything!”

“Yet you’re still not happy.” Aegon acknowledged, mild amusement twinkling in his lilac eyes as he watched you begin to frantically pace back and forth beside him.

“How could I be?” You scoffed, throwing your hands up as you spun roughly on your heel. “Here I am, being forced to marry Aemond-”

“Yes, being forced to marry a prince, how dreadful.” Aegon droned.

“I am signing away my life, Aegon!” You glared at him, keeping your voice low as you jutted a finger against your chest. “I am aware that the cards I’ve been dealt are much kinder than some others, but that does not make them desirable!”

It felt as if your frustration had reached its peak, your words beginning to spill out without a second thought.

“As soon as I’m wed to your brother I will be locked away in that fucking castle, good for absolutely nothing but supplying him with heirs! And should I fail at that, then I’ll be as good as useless!”

It pained you to speak your thoughts aloud, unable to fight back against the guilt suddenly gnawing at you. Growing up Aemond had never been anything less than respectful towards you; but even so, you knew his respect would only extend so far.

Patient as he may be, there was little in this world that mattered more to him than duty, and you knew he would be expecting you to fulfill yours, regardless of your own wants.

Ceasing your incessant assault against the ground you froze by Aegon’s feet, now rubbing at your temples. “So yes, this marriage most certainly solves everything.” You spat, voice full of bitter sadness. “I'll be subjected to a cruel fate, where my worth will become equated to that of a broodmare and I’ll be forced to live my life knowing that I will never wed the man I actually want!”

The subtle admission nearly went over Aegon’s head, your words spilling out so fast that he could just barely register them—but he did.

The half-way-confession caught him off-guard, the color draining from his face as he processed it. Of all the issues he expected you to have with your betrothal to Aemond, he hadn’t once expected it to be because someone else had already claimed your heart.

Thinking of it now, knowing it to be a possibility, only succeeded in causing his short temper to flare once again. Aegon’s fists clenched at his sides, nails digging deep into the heel of his palm.

“Who?”

His voice came out unusually low, his eyes darkening as they landed on you. You instantly felt trapped under his gaze, lips parting only to fall closed once again, trying to think of a way out of the corner you’d backed yourself into.

When you stayed silent, Aegon pushed himself to his feet in a single swift motion, easily towering over your frame and leaving you to shrink further beneath him.

“If not Aemond,” he practically snarled, his lip curling as his brother’s name rolled from his tongue like a curse, “then who do you wish to wed?”

You wanted to disappear.

You wished that the ground would open up under your feet and swallow you whole.

But you knew that there was no true escape from him, stumbling a half step back and tilting your head to the ground, doing everything in your power to evade his piercing stare until you could work up a lie that made sense.

It nearly worked too, until a hand came to rest under your chin, firmly grasping it and shoving it upwards, forcing you to meet his stare.

Aegon’s jaw was unbelievably tense, clenched tight as a barely contained rage swirled to life in his eyes, impatiently awaiting an answer.

Now, unable to look away from him, you noticed how much he couldn’t stand this—the idea of you being the one to pine and crave for someone, for you feel anything for another. For some reason, one that no doubt left you perplexed, it was apparent now that Aegon had only accepted your betrothal with ease because he knew it to be out of duty—not love.

“It doesn’t matter.” You whispered, biting your tongue to hold back the desperate admission building in your throat.

You tried to hold onto the last few scrapes of your sanity, reminding yourself that confessing now would gain you nothing.

If Aegon cared for you—if he loved you—then he’d had over a decade to admit it, or to even just show it in a way you could understand.

“Of course it does.” He rebutted firmly, unwavering in his demand for an answer.

His touch began to drift, fingers softly sliding along your jawline before the warmth of his palm came to cradle your cheek. It was an unusual feeling, having him so close, but you let yourself savor it, greedily lapping up every bit of intimacy he’d offer you.

“Please,” he urged you, the scent of wine on his breath piercing your senses, “tell me who.”

You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him sound like this before, his tone a near whine. It was the closest Aegon had ever come to begging you for something, and as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter, you found yourself losing all sense of reason, unable to hold back any longer.

“You.”

A breathless admission, one that held no expectations as to what he might say or do in response. A cynical part of you sought to brace yourself, half-expecting him to take it as a joke and laugh in your face at the thought of being with you.

But Aegon didn’t laugh, even as his hand fell from your face, allowing the cold to kiss your cheek once again.

Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact, stunned as you saw Aegon stumbling back from you, nearly tripping over his own feet. There was no look of amusement like you’d expected, nor one of disdain. Instead, to your surprise, he appeared to be hurt by the confession.

Staring at him, too dumbfounded to speak, you watched the way his bottom lip trembled, lilac eyes turning glossy with unshed tears. Then he shook his head, strands of silver hair falling in his face.

“No.” He all but choked on the word, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re lying.”

Your brows snapped together, offended as you just barely stuttered out an answer. “What? Why would I–what would I gain from lying about this?”

“I don’t know!” Aegon cried out, a few tears beginning to slide freely down his cheeks. He was quick to wipe them away with the backs of his hands, embarrassed by his own emotions. “But I refuse to accept that it’s the truth!”

“Refusing to accept it will not make it any less true, Aeg!” You countered, stepping towards him and tried to close the distance he had created. “Perhaps it’s selfish of me to say it, especially now, but I swear to you that I mean what I say!”

It felt foolish to do this, to stand before your best friend and declare him as the man you wished to wed, just days before you were to be given to his brother. You felt ignorant to place yourself in this position, to have set yourself up for rejection after all these years.

But none of that mattered now, you supposed. You could not take back what you said, having already handed him your still-beating heart. All that was left to do was wait—praying he would be kind enough to not crush it in his hands.

And so, knowing that you couldn’t back out of this, you swallowed what remained of your pride and said the words that had been living in your head for a decade now.

“I love you, Aegon. I denied it for so many years and spent several more trying to bury it, but I love you.”

Aegon remained motionless, his glistening eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit. He found none, only seeing that despite any logic or reason, it was the truth.

As flawed as he may be and as much as he didn’t want to believe it, you were in love with him.

Wetness gathered on your cheeks, making you realize that you were crying now too. Aegon stayed silent, each passing second causing your heart to grow heavier, an emptiness cleaving its way through your chest.

He’s had over a decade to admit any feelings he might have–you reminded yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and letting more tears fall free. You had expected this—assumed that Aegon would never see you as anything more than his friend—but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I told you that things would change-” you tried to speak, wanting to get this over with. It was best for him to break your heart quickly, you thought, so that you could at least escape this moment.

But Aegon didn’t let you finish your sentence, hands suddenly grabbing at your waist, pulling you into his chest. You gasped at the movement, eyes opening as both of your palms moved to press flat against his tunic, trying to steady yourself.

Disoriented, you blinked at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. He didn’t offer one, at least not immediately. You couldn’t read his expression, quietly watching as his tear-stained face began to soften.

Then, gently, he spoke—”Say it again.”

A flush crept up your neck. “I love you.”

“You shouldn’t.” He said, his thumb pressing into your abdomen as he gripped you tighter.

“But I do,” you assured him, breathless as you repeated it again, “I have loved you my entire life, Aegon–even if you don’t feel the same.”

Lilac eyes narrowed at your insecure claim. “Have I ever said that I don’t?” He tilted his head, hands sliding down to your hips and shoving you back against the smooth bark of the weirwood. “I have been madly in love with you from the very first moment I saw you.”

A mixture of doubt and relief flooded your mind, grappling with the authenticity of his promise. “But you never said anything-”

“Because I’m not worthy of someone like you.” Aegon winced at the sound of his own words. “You’ve seen it yourself throughout the years. Heard it from the mouths of my own family. I am a coward and an imbecile, but you-” his nails dug through the fabric of your gown, his body pressing against yours and further caging you against the tree, “are the only good in my life. The only one who gives me a reason to be good.”

Pain etched across his features as he talked of the way others thought of him, of the way his own family thought of him. The sight nearly made you crumble against him.

You brought a hand to his cheek, softly caressing his skin. “You should’ve told me.”

“No,” he asserted, nuzzling into your touch, “I knew that if I told you how I felt and you didn’t return my feelings that it would change things between us. I wasn’t willing to risk losing you.” Aegon paused, his gaze flickering to your lips, “I don’t think I can live without you in my life.”

Disbelief clouded your mind. This wasn’t real, you wanted to tell yourself, feeling delirious, this can’t be real.

But you could feel him; his fingers pressing into your flesh, the steady rise-and-fall of his chest against yours. You could smell him; sweet notes of red wine lacing his breath, engulfing your senses. And you could see him; watching as his lilac stare got hung up on your mouth, your throat, your collarbones, swirling with a dangerous blend of lust and adoration.

You didn’t want to think of tomorrow or the next day. You didn’t want to think of your betrothal to Aemond and what would become of your life.

Because tonight, right now, this is your new reality.

Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, you began to weave your fingers into the hair covering the base of his neck. “You could never lose me.” You swore, melting as a soft whine fell from his lips at the declaration.

Then, before you even had time to think, his lips were pressed against yours.

There was nothing gentle about Aegon’s kiss.

It was a fervent act, hard and desperate, filled with a passion so intense that it made your legs tremble. Aegon’s grip turned near-bruising, steadying you as he pushed further into you.

Heat rushed through your body, pooling within your stomach as a strangled moan parted your lips, giving way for Aegon to slip his tongue into your mouth, filling it with the bitter taste of wine. One of his hands drifted to your back, traveling up your spine before burying itself in your hair and trying to pull you even closer.

Breaking the kiss, he chuckled as he heard you groan in protest, swollen lips ghosting over your cheek before hovering against your ear. “I have loved you for so long,” he purred, the warmth of his breath causing your back to arch, “I have wanted you for so long-”

The hand that remained on your hip trailed down to your thigh, hurriedly hiking up the fabric of your skirts until he was touching bare skin. His fingers prodded into your flesh, pulling your leg upwards to his waist and wedging himself further between your hips.

“Then take me,” you gasped, your fingers still laced in his hair, making him groan as you tugged at the silver locks, “I’m already yours.”

A guttural sound wracked through his body, a hardness pressing against your core as his hips moved against yours. His mouth quickly moved to find yours again, and as his teeth snared on your bottom lip, nibbling at it, you prayed that this would last forever.

But the Gods tend to be cruel, however.

“Apologies, my prince-” a squeal erupted from your throat, both of you snapping away from each other to see a red-faced Ser Erryk standing a few feet away. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but the Queen requires your presence.”

Panic began to flood your veins, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Aegon, however, seemed entirely unphased by being caught like this, his hand still gripping your thigh. “Tell her I’m busy.”

You felt as if you couldn’t breathe, your mind racing. If Erryk told the Queen of the position he had found the two of you in…

“I’m afraid she won’t accept that, my prince.” He spoke awkwardly, doing his best to keep his stare from drifting to your exposed skin. “It seemed quite urgent. She requested that I deliver you to her at once.”

“Fine.” Aegon grumbled, rolling his eyes at the guard.

He took a half-step back from you, allowing you to lower your leg from his waist before helping you to smooth the fabric of your gown, looking entirely unbothered by the situation.

You, on the other hand, looked as if you were about to pass out.

Aegon only chuckled at your blanched expression, leaving you to glare at him as you questioned whether he understood this situation's true gravity.

“Aegon,” you whispered harshly, gaze flicking towards Erryk, “if he tells your mother about this-”

“Let him.” He said, a certain arrogance filling his voice. “If he doesn’t, then I’ll do it myself.”

Your brows furrowed. “But Aemond-”

“Fuck Aemond.” Aegon told you harshly, unwilling to listen to your protests. “You are mine to claim, not his.”

You bit down on your lower lip, his declaration only worsening your wish that Erryk hadn’t interrupted the two of you. “Your mother won’t like that.”

“She doesn’t have to.” He started, “My mother wishes for me to sit the Iron Throne, and I wish for you,” he gave you a devious smirk, reaching for your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, “I imagine the two of us can come to an agreement that will relieve you of your commitment to my brother.”

In spite of your nerves, only building at the thought of Aegon being forced to sit upon the throne, you couldn't help but allow yourself to smile, finally imagining a future that you wouldn't need to hide from.

Perhaps your fate wouldn’t be so cruel after all.

I wrote the majority of this well past midnight while feeling as if I were dying from an insane migraine. So, basically, I have no clue what this is but it kept me occupied and I'm gonna go ahead and post it anyways lmao.

Planning on writing some angsty!Aegon and some smut soon cause apparently I'm stuck on him rn. If anyone wants to be added to a HOTD taglist lmk, also feel free to message me any ideas you might wanna see or just to talk about how insanely attractive aegon and aemond are lol

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peterparkersnose · 11 months

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Throne

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, sugar daddy themes (not au), undefined relationship, dominance, teasing, aegon can be such a fucking asshole, guilt tripping, neck play, angst, public pleasuring, punishments (yay), dirty talk, fem!receiving oral, fingering, begging, delayed orgasm, blood play, degradation, aftercare, aegon's ownership of reader

a/n ok ok ok i actually really enjoyed writing this smut. so much. i just love me a good dominant man that does what he wants (within reason ofc we love consent here)

summary Y/N is taught a lesson by Aegon

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“What is it?” she asked, bursting into the throne room angrily. No bows, no titles, just anger.

Aegon smirked at her devilishly, watching her approach him with such an angsty tone.

“I cannot just simply ask for you to pay me a visit?” he asks, unfolding his legs from the childish position on the Iron Throne and straightening his back.

“I don’t like being torn from my studies just because you wish to see me.”

He laughs out loud, almost mockingly. “A ‘Hello your Majesty’ and perhaps a bow would have done.” Aegon scoffed, staring her body up and down like she was a new shiny toy. He noticed the dress she was wearing; the one he had commissioned for her after she was such a good girl after their previous endeavors together. She earned it- she deserved it.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Aegon said, rubbing his legs until he got to his knees and finally stood.

“Have you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and walking closer to him.

“It’s rude to deny your king of what he wishes. I called upon you nearly an hour ago.” Aegon declares as he skips down the stairs, meeting her halfway and softly grabbing her wrists. He was just as an impatient man as he was a gruesome King. He holds her at arm’s length, looking her up and down once again with hungry eyes.

“And you are what I currently desire.”

She catches her breath as she stares at him. “You called me out of my studies… for this?”

She stares at him, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The room feels suffocating as if the tension between them has thickened the air. Her initial confusion morphs into a wave of disappointment and frustration, evident in the deep furrow that forms between her brows.

Her disgust was off-putting to him. With a menacing glare, so different from the adoring one he had for her moments ago, he pulled her close and brought his fingers to her chin, and forced her to stare into his gaze. His face contorts, momentarily betraying a flicker of vulnerability, as her disgust pierces through his facial facade. In response, his expression transforms, and his previously adoring gaze is replaced by a cold stare that bores into her soul. “I can do what I want, when I want. I am the King. Do you understand?”

The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air, a chilling reminder of his position of authority.

She does not reply, her lips tightly sealed as she gazes into his tired eyes. It looks like he hasn’t slept in days. In fact, it was clear that he hasn't slept in days. The exhaustion seeps into every fiber of his appearance, affecting his posture, his movements, and even the cadence of his voice. His shoulders sag, burdened by the weight of ruling the Seven Kingdoms, and perhaps watching over her every movement. She wasn’t obedient enough yet for his liking, evident by her previous actions of the day.

“Do you understand?” he asks once again, this time with more anger backing up his tone. Aegon was not one to be denied, especially when he felt such ownership over her. His grasp on her wrists became tighter as his breath now drew on her ears. “You act like you don’t deserve this dress. I had it made for you. Act like you deserve it, love.”

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, closing her eyes as his words flew through her. She let out a shuttered breath.

Aegon smirked at her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a kind smirk to most, but she could recognize the evil behind his mask. “Not good enough,” he groaned.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t wear it anymore. You are misbehaving, hm? What happens to disobedient girls? Do they get to keep all the presents they were so gracefully gifted?”

Aegon’s hand moved to her neck, softly squeezing it. It didn’t harm her, if anything it would be seen as comforting. But she knew, she knew how Aegon worked. His hand traveled from her neck to her collarbone, touching the stone necklace that rested on her chest. “So pretty,” he whispered, fingering the stone. As he got bored of that, his hand traveled to her neckline. Right between her cleavage, he dipped his fingers under her hem, feeling the top of her breasts.

She looked beyond him and to the Iron Throne, feeling the oh, so familiar guilt mixed with pleasure wave crash upon her once again.

Aegon’s fingers moved from her chest, following the hem of the neckline of the dress up to her sleeve, and pushed her left sleeve down exposing her shoulder. “What shall your punishment be?” he asks her, bending over slightly to kiss her shoulder ever so softly. His hand moved to her cheek now, cupping it and forcing her to look at him once again.

“Punishment? What for?” she asked. He couldn’t tell if she was toying with him or being serious. He let out a cruel little laugh. “For being late to my summoning and disobedient to your King.” he scoffed, stating his words like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You treat me as such even though I treat you so kindly. Do you know how many coins this dress cost the crown?” he asked, pulling down her other sleeve. She shook her head no.

“More than I pay any one of these useless studs in a year.” he said, looking around at the six guards that stood obediently in the throne room. They all looked the same and sat perfectly still, their only intention to protect this arrogant man and the crown.

She quite adored the dress. Aegon really did well with this gift, it was spot on to what she wished for. Perhaps above her wildest dreams of what it could be, it most definitely exceeded her expectations from their… their strange agreement. The dress, in every aspect, seemed tailor-made for her. It was neck tied with a few buttons around the back of her neck and with a short sleeve. It was colored a deep gold and bronze. The colors seemed to breathe life into the fabric, casting a radiant glow that shimmered with every movement she made. The neckline plunged, showing off her assets quite nicely. It had beautiful traditional embroidery, one fit for a noble of quite high standings. The waistline, designed with precision and purpose, hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her frame with a subtle grace. A bust of gold adorned the ensemble, meeting at her navel and drawing attention to her slender waist, creating a beautiful pattern that enhanced her natural beauty. It was floor length and seemed fit for a Queen.

“You will behave. Even if I have to teach you a lesson. It’ll do you better than any of those stupid Septas teaching you how to be a Lady.” he whispered to her, now grabbing her hand at her side and entwining his fingers with hers. It was a surprisingly kind gesture, one she didn’t expect from him.

He led her to stand in front of the Iron Throne, her back to the chair and he stood a step below her. It felt almost wrong, as he was the King and she was just a noble Lady. She looked at him with a confused face, unsure of what he was doing. Aegon had a terrible grin displayed as he looked her up and down once more. Aegon placed his hand on her stomach, pushing her back into the throne.

“Aegon what are you…”

He shushed her quickly and harshly.

“You will obey. Do you hear me?”

She nodded. He got down on his knees, reaching out one of his hands for her to place her hand in. He graciously accepted her hand, kissing it slowly, giving each finger its deserved attention. She was flushed, embarrassed at what the guards must have been viewing at that moment.

Little did she know, that was the easiest part of this she would have to endure in terms of embarrassment.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty your hands are? So gorgeous.” he kissed her palm. “Especially when they are around my cock. That’s my favorite, seeing your pretty little fingers work for me.”

Her eyes widened as he said these words. A red tint came to her cheeks, but that only made Aegon want more of a reaction from her.

Aegon dropped her hand, now placing his hands on both of her thighs over her dress. “I want no complaints from your lips. Do you understand?”

She was hesitant to answer him again. Furrowing his brows, he was angered by her rebellion. He grabbed down on her thighs harder now, his thumb trailing dangerously close to her core. His eyes met hers once again, waiting for a response.

“Mhm,” she whined out, feeling the pressure building between her thighs.

“Good girl.”

With a sudden movement, his hands left her thighs over her dress. Aegon lifted her legs to his shoulders, each leg resting on each shoulder. He moved his hands to cradle her lower back, pulling her closer to his face. She squirmed, as she did not expect this move from him at all. She didn’t have time to complain. His hands delved under her skirt, pulling at her undergarments and swiping a finger over her bundle of nerves.

He laughed at her reaction, watching her squirm under his touch was one of his favorite sights.

“Hold your pretty present for me.” he ordered, speaking sweetly with a hint of cruelty as he bunched up her skirt, holding the expensive fabric in his hands for her to grasp. She listened.

“B-but Aegon, the guards.” she protested. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, smirking and staring at her with a look that she was the most idiotic woman in the world. “Fuck the guards, my love. Perhaps they’ll enjoy the pretty little noises you’ll make for me. Stroke their own cocks to the memory of your wails after their shift.”

She gasped at his words in shock. Her gasp was followed up with another one, but a pleasurable one. Without warning, Aegon delved his face between her thighs and began lapping eagerly at her cunt. There was no warning, just an over sense of his tongue on her.

Y/N let out a guttural groan, her hands moving straight to his hair. She pulled ever so lightly, her head resting against the back of the throne as he worked his magic. “But if anyone… if anyone were to see.” she says between breaths, now looking down at his blonde head between her thighs. He stopped momentarily and looked up at her. He licked his lips, as her juices dripped off his chin.

“Then they will see that I am very obviously busy.”

He returned to his place between her thighs, but this time brought a finger to her and inserted it.

“Aegon!” she cried out as he did, pushing herself forward and more eagerly into his grasp. She could feel his chuckle on her cunt as he stopped momentarily. He kissed her and continued his multitasking of eating her out and fingering her. His nose sat perfectly within her. It was almost as if his nose was made just for her cunt.

He works for a while more, he could feel her pulsating around his fingers. This only drove him more mad, as if he was drunk off of her. He inserted another finger, revealing another groan from her that went straight to his cock. He pumped in her faster by the second, he was sure she was going to cum any minute now. “Are you close?”

She nodded eagerly. A smile came to his lips. “Do you want to cum?” he asked, his wrist beginning to hurt with the angle he was pumping his fingers in and out of her. Oh, how he would suffer for her pleasure.

“Use your words,” he says sharply. “Tell me how you want it.”

“I-I…” she could barely form a sentence. “Tell me,” he ordered her. “Beg for it,”

Her hips rolled against his touch as she cried out for him. “P-please, let me cum.” she whispered out, with all her might she had left.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, dear.” Aegon teased her cruelly, her words weren’t enough to satisfy his needs. “Say my name like I’m yours, like you fucking mean it.”

“Aegon,” she breathed out, trying her best to keep her eyes open. “Louder,” he demanded. “Say it like you mean it.”

“Aegon!” she blurted out, loud enough for anyone down the hallway to hear her voice. “Just like that, yes.” he praised her, brushing his free hand up her thigh. His touch sent chills down her spine, a foreshadowing of what was about to come. He could feel her heat rising, her climax was definitely near. He kissed her thigh, looking up at her pretty face as she moaned, her head bowed back and her left hand in his locks. This is exactly how he wanted her; this was what she deserved. A fitting punishment for a brat such as herself.

“Yes, you can do it. Come on my fingers, pretty girl.” he says, moving his fingers to her clit and circling it just as he knew she enjoyed it. She tried to speak his name, but she couldn’t process the syllables to do so. She had used the last remnants of her voice moaning his name only seconds ago as he had requested. Only a strange mutter mixed with a moan came from her. “Oh yes, just like that.” he says, adding now a third finger temporarily, stretching her out. Aegon was pleased by her lack of words. She nods as he does so, with her hands moving from being entwined in his hair to absolutely anything around her.

Usually, when they were in bed, she would grasp the sheets when she became close. It was something to ground her, making her feel stable in her weak state as she would cum. Now as she was surrounded by swords, there wasn’t much to hold on to. But that thought didn’t occur to her, as she was too obsessed with the orgasm that currently racked through her body. She let out a cry as she stupidly grasped a sword, slicing her finger as she came.

Aegon didn’t notice this at first, all he could do was watch her cunt clamp down on his fingers. He smirked evilly as he kissed her slit once more, then grabbed the bunched-up dress from her waist and made her modest once again.

She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, but her eyes were on her now sliced finger. “Fuck,” she whispered. That caught Aegon’s attention. He now stood in front of her, ready to scold her for her language, but then saw her wound.

“You stupid woman.” he scoffed, grabbing her wrist. He inspected the cut. “How could you be so dumb? Grabbing the Iron Throne?” he asked, looking at her with a certain look of disdain.

“I suppose you want me to fix it.” he groaned, looking into her eyes. A sense of embarrassment has filled her, more than already had. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

“Good. You’ve learned your lesson.” he smiles with dead eyes, his power trip coming to its height as he praised her.

He takes her finger into his mouth, licking off the blood. Y/N groaned as he did, as his tongue swiped the cut roughly. Aegon enjoyed watching her in pain, swirling his tongue on her cut as he did with her clit just minutes ago.

After the wound was empty of blood, he swallowed hard. So obviously, letting her know that her blood now rested in his throat. As a way to let her know that he truly does own her.

“Do you want a bandage? I would hate for that to get infected.”

He lets go of her hand.

She inspected her now-cleaned cut, but more blood seemed to seep through. Y/N knew all too well that it wouldn’t be that easy with Aegon.

“Do you want one?” he asks her. She nods. He comes close to her once again, grabbing her chin like he did before, and looked into her eyes, their faces only inches apart. “Use your words, love.” he says quietly but dominantly.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he asks, raising her chin slightly.

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” he purred once again. Aegon snapped his fingers at the nearest guard, and within seconds a bandage is delivered to him, along with some sanitizing liquid in a vile. The guard returns to his place. Y/N struggled to look the man in the eyes, knowing all six guards heard her moments before.

He carefully took her hand, treating it with such grace. “Such a shame to see your pretty fingers hurt. Be more careful next time, dear. I don’t like my things to be broken.”

Aegon took some of the sanitizer and placed it on her cut. It made her pull back her hand slightly as she seethed at the pain. “You could have warned me,” she hissed. Aegon rolled his eyes. “Watch your tongue, girl. I am doing you a favor.”

He closed the vile and placed it in his pocket, and began to unwrap the bandage. “Is it too tight?” he asked her, looking up at her with kind eyes. She knew that his care wouldn’t last long, so she enjoyed it while she could. “No, my King. Just right.” she replied. He smiled as she used his proper title, the feeling of love he had for her returning momentarily. Aegon tied off her bandage, lifting her wrist and kissing her finger.

"There we go," he says proudly, looking from her hand and back to her. Aegon was in awe of what was his. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her post-orgasm state. He huffed proudly.

“All better.”

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dreamfyrie · 1 year

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Aegon Targaryen II Headcanons: Your Wedding Night & Marriage *Explicit*

• before you were even married you already knew he had mommy issues, it didn’t take maester level intelligence to put that together

• and had certain.. kinks that resulted from them

• he was relieved when he found out you were still a maiden

• you would be unaware that some of the things he liked to do during sex weren't particularly... usual

• it also meant you were probably clueless about how sex worked and he could shape and train you to please him

• little did he know you had heard rumors of how hungry his appetite is and you snuck out to a brothel before your wedding to gain some kind of insight on how to please a man

• the marriage was arranged and you knew he wasn't happy about the thought of being tied down so you wanted to make sure you'd be able to fulfill his needs and prove to him you were a worthy match

• he was ready to take your maidenhood and had no plans of going soft and slow on your wedding night

• but when he walked into your chambers and saw you waiting on the bed with a nervous look in your eyes, trying your best to act brave, something in his heart broke

• he knew you were just as much an unwilling participant in this marriage as he was and it felt cruel to force himself onto you

• you sort of reminded him of his mother, an innocent girl having to marry the king

• he made a vow then and there that he wouldn't be like his father, he refused

• he told you if you weren't ready to consummate the marriage, it was okay

• when you told him you had no choice, that they needed to see the blood from losing your maidenhood on the sheets, he casually told you he’d cut himself and smear his own blood on the sheets so the small council wouldn't know

• you hadn’t felt such care in so long, your parents had pushed you into this marriage and he was the first one to treat you like an actual person during this whole process

• after he had shown you his true self, you had never been more ready to lose your maidenhood in your entire life

• you thought aegon would be a selfish lover given he was a king and used to everyone catering to him, but you were wrong

• you were different, he knew you understood what he was going through, his instinct to use you for his selfish desires went out the window

• he had never really cared to pleasure a woman with his tongue before but he found he really loved doing it for you and kept going until you had to literally pull his mouth off you

• the biggest grin covered his face along with your cum

• an intense need to satisfy a woman and be praised had overcome him, he wanted a woman to be proud of him

• aegon used to be a loud lover but was quiet when it came to you

• he didn't want to miss a single praise that fell from your lips, your whines and moans of approval were enough to make him cum

• your wedding night taught you a lot of things about aegon, mostly that aftercare was essential and he needed to be kissed and held

• soon after the wedding, the topic of when you would produce heirs came up

• you were worried aegon wasn't ready to be a father and would find a way to secretly slip you moon tea

• you had no clue he had formed the biggest breeding kink after marrying you and couldn't wait to watch your belly swell with his child

• neither one of you could have anticipated how extremely attractive he’d find you when you were with child

• especially when your milk started to come in

• he would pleasure you with his fingers while he sucked on your breasts for hours

• there was no shame, he felt safe knowing you wouldn't judge him

• maybe he just really loved your breasts or maybe it brought him back to a time when people were happy he was born and before he was seen as a disappointment to his family

• either way, it felt really good and you had no intentions of stopping him

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aemondsdoll · 1 year

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Can you write Aegon (or Aemond, I can't decide) x reader and one bed trope? 😊😊

One Bed? | Aegon & Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Only one bed, whatever will the three of you do?

Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, Aegon is a perv, Aemonds a subtle perv

A/N: I’m back, random little burst of inspiration came over me

You had no clue how you ended up here. Venturing through the streets with your two best friends, Aegon and Aemond. It was night, yet you hadnt found what you were looking for.

Checking into a Tavern for the night, you found yourself at the door of the only available room. Yet the owner neglected to mention the lack of beds, except for one double bed.

Aegon smirked, "Looks like you've got to sleep with me, sweetheart." He grins, and you make a fake gag.

"Aemonds here too, y'know." You reply snarkily, and Aegon grins further.

"He can sleep on the floor.” Aegon chuckles, and Aemond looks at him,

“If anyone’s sleeping on the floor it’s you.” Aemond snaps in return, causing Aegon to sneer at him.

“We can all fit, I can squish.” Aleria says, discarding herself of her shoes, and dress, to which she swapped into a night dress behind a curtain for changing.

Aegon and Aemond gape at the slight shadow of your nude body, and Aegon let’s put a quiet whistle, Aemond hitting him with his elbow.

The two follow suit, getting into their nightclothes, Aemond offering you his coat to sleep in due to the cold weather.

You gladly accepted it, and the three of you managed to just fit in the bed.

The two boys were squished up against you, not that you could deny the way that made you feel.

Throughout the night, it got harder to ignore the lingering touches on your body when you’d shift positions, Aemonds hand on your inner thigh and Aegons arm under your neck.

Aegon let his hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered, much to the two brothers amusement. You were in Aemonds coat, there was no way you were cold.

Aemonds slender hand traced shapes on your inner thigh, and Aegon began pressing kisses to your neck.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your heart was racing, and finally, Aegon broke the silence.

“Touch her, brother.” Aegons voice comes out, “She wants it, don’t you, little one?” Aegons voice was low, deep with lust and desire.

“I.. I do.” You whispered, and Aemond wasted no time in sitting up, forcefully parting your legs to which you moan.

Aegon chuckles, standing from the bed to give them more space, Aemond then lifted the night gown, and you wriggled out of your underwear to help him.

“Do you think our sweet girl can take a finger?” Aemond asks Aegon, and Aegon shrugs.

“Let’s find out.” Aegon suggests, and you nod. Aemonds finger goes expertly to rub at your clit, and your hips jolt up into his finger.

“So pathetic,” Aemond tsks, and you whine, he attacks his nub with his tongue, and your hands go to his silver hair, gripping it with force.

Aegon hums in pleasure, and you notice he’s stroking himself. You let out a deep breath at the sight, and he moves closer, stroking your hair to prepare you as Aemond sticks a finger in.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, and Aegon shushes you.

“My love, as much as I’d love to hear you scream, we can do that later.” Aegon speaks gently, and you nod. Aegon kisses you to muffle your noises.

Your thighs wrap around Aemonds neck as his finger rubs the rough patch in your cunt, your spot. He has you mewling into Aegons mouth, a submissive mess.

Aemond pulls away and so does Aegon, you cry out in disappointment.

Aemond pulls out his cock, it’s fully hard, and it’s long, dripping with precum, his tip is a light purple from arousal, veins look to be pulsing.

“This is gonna hurt,” Aemond speaks, and you nod.

“I can handle it.” You speak confidently.

“Good girl” Aemonds tantalising voice came as he slowly inched into you. The feeling was painful, it was a burning sensation as you were stretched, and you grit your teeth as he rested.

“Taking him so good,” Aegon speaks, still stroking his thick cock, angled over your chest.

The pain subsides after a few moments, and you’re consumed by your desire.

“Move, please Aem.” You beg, and he does that, erratically thrusting into you at an upward angle, his cock grazing your spot in a mind numbing sensation.

Your moans are muffled by your hand, and Aegon places your other around his cock, and you learn from him, gripping it as he wished and stroking, learning from what he was doing earlier, and his reactions.

Your pussy was throbbing, and cheeks flushed, Aemond angled your legs over his shoulders, and the assault on your pussy made you insatiable, bucking against him.

“ ‘M close!” You squeak, and Aemonds quick to speed up.

“You’re so tight around me,” He grunts, and you let out a long, erotic moan as your release comes closer.

All it takes is one extra hard thrust from Aemond for your eyes to be rolling back, walls clenching around him and a deep moan coming from your chest.

Aegon moaned along with you, the sight of you cumming was too much, and his seed was spilled all over your chest,

Aemond, however, emptied his seed inside you, placing your legs down and letting out a loud groan as he leaned over your body, a few weak thrusts as he pulled out.

“How was that, little one?” Aemond asks as he strokes your hair, and you smile.

“Too good,” You shakily say, your legs twitching from your orgasm.

Aegon, being the degenerate he is, uses your nightgown to clean the cum from your chest and you gasp,

“Aeg! I was going to sleep in that.” You pout, and Aemond looks at him, humour and confusion in his eyes.

“You can sleep naked, you can’t be shy now.” Aegon speaks with humour and you groan.

The two boys crawled into bed, both sticking to your side. They pulled the blanket over all of you and Aegon fell asleep with his head in the crook of your neck, and Aemond fell asleep with his arm around your stomach, holding you close.

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houseofhyde · 1 year

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aemond doesn't know...

pairing. modern!aegon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis. ...that aegon and you do it in his van every sunday.

warnings. modern au, fuckbuddy!aegon, best friend!aemond, artist!aemond, drummer!aegon, light angst, smut (p in v, creampie, hair pulling, light anal play (?), use of slut.)

word count. 1.5k

hyde’s input. happy valentines, guys, gals and whores! <3 i was supposed to be posting a daemon smut but i got sidetracked bc scotty doesn't know by lustra came on shuffle and, well, my mind is hyperactive. my attraction to aegon is purely fueled by the fact i've been attracted to tom glynn carney since dunkirk. not completely comfortable writing for him yet though, so i may end up restricting myself to only writing modern aus when it comes to aegon. fic has not been edited!!

taglist. i've chosen not to tag anyone as this is the first time i'm posting for this character and am unsure who on my taglist is comfortable reading aegon fics.

let’s get one thing clear: you are not dating aemond targaryen.

sure, he walks you to class every morning despite his own being on the other end of campus; and drags himself out of bed at one, two, three in the morning to pick you up on the nights you work the closing shift. and, ok, he brings you out for lunch, and dinner, and home for the holidays. sure, he’s filled sketchbooks with drawings of you, he’s skipped out on lectures just to clean vomit out of your hair and last-nights make-up off your face, he’s almost stolen a handful of picture-perfect kisses beneath mistletoes and sunsets.

but, he’s never made his move.

so aegon feels no remorse for his love-struck brother as he rips off the red lace panties that conceal his latest best friend.

she’s always there for him, waiting with open arms- between open legs- and offering the warmest of hugs for his cock. she’s pretty and clean and tastes like a tangy peach, just a little too ripe but perfect for his liking.

“hey there sweetheart,” his voice, bouncing off the walls of the overheating vehicle, coos over his own excitement. she’s hard to resist, dribbling with sticky sweetness, and aegon swears- he swears!- that she winks at him, taunting him to slip inside to the promised land. “hmm, what’s that, darling? i missed you too.”

“would you stop talking to my pussy like it’s a person and hurry up!” and there you are to burst his bubble, on all fours with your skirt flipped up over your (in aegon’s opinion) perfectly shaped ass and trying oh so hard to not comment on the mess of empty beer cans and fast food wrappers and miscellaneous parts of a drum-set that occupy the unholy grounds of the back of aegon’s van.

“don’t listen to her, sugarplum,” you’d cringe at his choice of pet-name, were it not for the fact the insufferable bastard’s leaning down to press a kiss on your rear-cheeks, peaceful pecks concluded with the lewd- and unexpectedly intriguing- drag of his tongue over your asshole. you lurch forward, stopped only by the grasp of his hands on your hips. “she’s just jealous of what we have, always trying to get between us.”

he’s a cruel torturer, a sadist who gets a kick out of making you squirm and cry and ache for his touch. maybe it’s about the power it gives him, to see you so pliant and needy for naught but him. or perhaps it’s a point he’s needing to prove, to curse that stuck up little brother of his who’s always making comments on the women he choses to indulge himself him.

oh, what he’d give to have aemond stumble upon this scene of him, the puppet master, and you, the poor thing on a string, mouth dropping open in a quiet plea as aegon toys his thumb over your puckered hole, an unspoken threat to fill it before he so much as touches your soaked cunt.

“aegon, please!”

“hmm, i seriously need to get a recording of you saying that,” you don’t need to look over your shoulder to know he’s grinning like the cat that got the cream. nevertheless, you look, and what a sight he is: eyes more black than blue, hair a messed crown upon his head, hardened nipples the prettiest shade of blush pink. unlike you, he’s shamelessly nude for anyone to see, dare they stumble too close to the rocking van. “make it my ringtone, or put you on our debut record.”

you’ve no real clue who our encompasses, though you guess it’s whatever recent mediocre band the targaryen boy’s landed himself in.

the same band aemond keeps saying he needs to take you to see, a so called night-of-laughter you need away from all those assignments and exams that keep getting in the way of your designated best friend dates.

“you’re so gross,” your words clash with your actions, arching your back and further presenting him with where you need him most.

“oh, but you love it.”

and you do, you really do.

you love how aegon fills you, slow at first to “get your pretty kitty stretched”, and all at once after he’s got the first few inches in, no warning before the head of him brutishly knocks against your cervix. you love the groaning and moaning and utter bullshit that finds it’s way out of his cushioned lips, whines of so tight and praises of you take me so fucking well, baby. you love how he talks you through it, voice a gentle whisper of encouragement from the moment the took your virginity till even now, months and several more encounters later. you love that he plays you like an instrument, skillful with the move of his fingers and careful with the pressing of your buttons.

“yeah, like it from this angle, don’t you? like to take me nice and deep,” he’s spewing out behind you, fucking into you at a speed that’s got not only you whining but the van too. “what a pretty little slut i’ve made out of you.”

you hate that he’s aegon. dirty, slimy, enemy/big brother to your best friend, aegon. you hate that it would crush aemond to know this is how you’re spending your sunday, cramped in the back of his brother’s van as he defiles you from behind. you hate that you keep coming back.

“what’d you tell him this time, huh?” like he’s reading your mind, aegon questions you, words slurring together in the haze of lust, no need to name the man you both know unites you as much as he divides you. “where’ds he think you are?”

“ch-aah,” the word is lost among the slapping of skin and the cry of sheer terrified pleasure you feel as he reaches so deep you’re almost sure you feel him in your guts, arms giving out beneath you and leaving you pressed face first into the floor. “church! he, he thinks i’m in church.”

“if he’s thinking you’re on your knees,” aegon’s words fall upon deaf ears as the cord begins to tighten in your lower stomach, threatening to snap any second and leave you to fall into the pits of pleasure. “he’s not entirely wrong.”

he doesn’t need to be told when or how to touch you, he just knows, and so it’s no surprise when the rough pads of aegon’s fingers rub over your aching clit. the euphoric feeling of the tough skin dancing over your buzzing bundle of nerves and his cock, pulsating and raw, fucking into you over and over and over, molding a home for itself within your tight cunt, it’s all too much.

“c’mon, pretty girl, you can do it.” he’s so encouraging, so supportive as his free hand tangles itself in your hair, swift with the way it’s pulling you up till your back hits his chest. “give me what i want, go on. cum on my cock, pretty please baby.”

you do as he commands, mouth dropping open in a cry of ecstasy heard only by you, aegon and the walls that make up his beaten van. he’s not far behind, thrusts turning sloppy in the final moments as he fights through the squeeze of your orgasm before he’s spilling inside of you, head burrowed in the crook of your neck to stiffle the pathetic whimpers born from the feeling of stuffing you full of his cum till it’s dripping out of you and onto the floor, joining the rest of the mess.

“shh, shh, atta girl.” the press of his lips against your forehead is grounding, soothing you just as much as the stroke of his hands over your thighs as you crash back against him, energy drained and muscles aching. aegon’s no better, heart running at the speed of a stallion and skin burning hot red from the unbearable heat. “that’s it, you’re good. i’ve got you.”

as it always goes, you pull away first.

you fight back a discomforted frown as the emptiness hits you, what remains of his spend inside of you now dripping out to the surface of your slit. neither of you talk as you clean yourselves up, him tugging his clothes back on and you checking just how badly your makeup has smudged.

it's worse than any walk of shame, really, this stifling silence that fills the space between you as he sparks up the engine and begins the drive back.

“this can’t happen again.” it’s only once you’ve stepped out the door that you speak, hand resting on the handle and eyes focusing anywhere than his hands on the stearing wheel, the same hands he’d had burried between your thighs less than an hour before.

“you said that the last time.”

“i mean it!” you don’t. “this is the last time, aegon.” it’s not.

you only make it halfway up the path to the door of your house till he’s honking his horn and rolling his window down.

“i’ll see you same time next week, yeah?”

“fuck you!” and, yet, you smile.

“can’t wait, sweetheart!”

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Aegon Targaryen Masterlist

The Smutty Pieces: 🔥

• Sweet Boy… - (Fanon!Aegon)

• Two Accidents One Coincidence - (Modern!Aegon)

• Early Riser - (Fanon!Aegon)

• Patience - (Modern!Aegon)

• Not his wife - (Fanon!Aegon)

• An obedient wife - (Fanon!Aegon)

• Restraint Coming Down - (Fanon!Aegon)

The Spicy Pieces: (no smut) 🌶️

• None yet

The Fluffy Pieces: ✨

• Aegon falling for you - (Fanon!Aegon)

• Daydreams vs reality - (Sugar daddy!Aegon AU)

The Angsty Pieces: 🌩️

• Daydreams vs reality - (sugar daddy!Aegon AU)

The Dark Ones: 🖤

• His pretty Muse Series Masterlist - (Modern!Stalker!Aegon)

The Ones With No Real Theme: ☀️

• None yet

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vhagarlovebot · 1 year

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Aegon who would burn down the entire world for his betrothed and him being upset bc of something said about her at THAT dinner scene by daemon like he wanted to marry her to have first

it happens fast. no one is expecting for aegon to react at all, so it’s a surprise when he jumps from his seat and over the table, arms stretched out ready to grab daemon’s neck.

“don’t you dare speak about her!” he yells while his two younger brothers try to hold him back.

you are frozen in place, helaena ran to you the second she sensed something was about to happen, you can hear her voice but can’t process her words at all.

“enough!” queen alicent stands from her chair, banging her fist on the table. the whole room goes silent but daemon still has that stupid smirk on his face, and aegon fights against his brother’s grip, eyes filled with anger.

only then, you react. all eyes are on you the second you make your way to where your betrothed and his brothers are, and when your hand makes contact with his shoulder, aegon visibly relaxes.

“stop this, there is no need,” he opens his mouth to protest but you don’t let him speak. “let’s take a walk.” but aegon doesn’t move, his violet gaze finding his uncle once more.

you can’t believe aegon just did that. you know he knows about the rumors flying around the red keep, but he never really cared about them. when you talked about it with him, he just dismissed it and went on to talk about something else, so you never thought he would care so much about some stupid comment coming from daemon, the person who loves to cause problems. but this, this tells you that he really cares— he cares for you.

“please.” you beg, and aegon can’t say no to you. he waits for his brothers to let him go and they do, only when you nod at them, assuring them that it’s alright.

aegon takes your hand and you caress his palm with your thumb as you slowly make your way out of there. however, he stops at the door and turns around, gaze so intense that is seems like he’s throwing daggers to daemon.

“don’t you ever think about disrespecting my wife again, you hear me?” that being said, he doesn’t wait for his answer, he doesn’t even look back. aegon just keeps walking until you are out of sight to pull you in for a tight embrace, just wanting to feel you close.

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hs-is-loml · 1 year

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Love Looks Good On You. (a.t)

CHAPTER TWO

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Velaryon!OC

Summary: viserra wakes up to her grandparents informing her about her father so called "death".

Warnings: mentions of parent death, so a little angst.

a/n: little filler but that's okay it's just that xavier thorpe has been preoccupying my mind lately...

all translations of high valyrian come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

masterlist - series masterlist

Unknowing to Viserra, in the middle of the night Laenor slipped out of the iron grip that she held on him. He fled Driftmark with Ser Qarl as soon as the sun rose.

"Viserra, Darling, wake up," Rhaenys shook Viserra gently causing the girl to stir in her sleep. "My darling, please."

"Yes, grandmother?" Viserra yawned as she rubbed her eyes. Once her vision cleared she noticed both her grandparents sitting in front of her with looks of dread written across their faces. Viserra's mind was led back to her conversation with her father last night. "No."

"Viserra, it's about your father," Corlys started.

"No. No, not him. Anyone but him," tears started to fill Viserra's eyes.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," Rhaenys pulled the girl into her embrace.

Viserra whimpered out, "How?"

Though Laenor warned her about this last night, she questioned what if they did get to him. Would she ever see her father again? Only a matter of time could tell now, but what was she supposed to do until then?

"He was found in the hall, charred in the fireplace," Corlys muttered as he wrapped his arms around his wife and granddaughter's sobbing figures.

"They did this," Viserra cried. "They killed him."

Corlys tried to reason with her, "Viserra, no one could have possibly known."

"No. They did this for their own selfish reasons because I was named heir. They mean to kill me next."

"We would never let anything happen to you," Rhaenys shushed her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Viserra, come walk with me," Alicent said as she passed Viserra and Aegon in the corridor.

"Yes, Your Grace," Viserra pecked a now sad-looking Aegon on the cheek and promised him to catch up after the walk.

"I heard about your father. You have my deepest condolences, I could never imagine such loss at your age," Alicent spoke out as they both walked out on the shore near to the water. Viserra felt that her words weren't only about losing Laenor, but more about what happened with her mother.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Viserra responded.

"No more titles, Viserra. You are to marry my son soon it is only right if you call me Alicent," The Queen smiled warmly at her. "Now recalling to it, I never had the chance to properly thank you."

"What for?"

"For what you did for Aemond. He told me how you rushed to try and save him. You were not even involved in their petty arguments, but you still went to defend Aemond. Even getting hurt in the process, that is something I will never be able to repay you for," Alicent admitted to Viserra.

"But I failed?" Viserra questioned in regret believing if she was a second faster in her movements Aemond's eye could have been saved.

Alicent stopped in her tracks and pulled Viserra by her wrist into a hug. It had been so long to feel a motherly embrace that wasn't Rhaenys that Viserra practically melted in Alicent's arms.

"It does not matter whether you failed or not, my dear. It is the fact that was your first instinct of what to do. From the moment Aemond told me that, I knew I can always be able to trust you to do what is best for them," Alicent explained to her. "They are stubborn, my boys."

"I would do it all again if it meant your sons would be safe," Viserra claimed.

"Oh, my darling girl, you do not know how thankful I am for you being in their lives. Aegon absolutely loves you with his very being, and Aemond looks up to you," Alicent told her. "It was torture for Aegon when Rhaenyra moved your family to Dragonstone."

Viserra tensed in her arms after Alicent said the word family. She broke away from Alicent with a small smile.

"That boy is full of complaints," Viserra laughed. "The letters he would send me were just filled with him telling me how bored he was."

"Sounds like Aegon," Alicent breathed out a small laugh.

"Okay, we will visit you in a few moons, so do not grow up too much yet," Rhaenys smiled at Viserra tucking a loose piece of her hair behind her ear.

"We are always a raven away if you ever need us for anything," Corlys reminded Viserra as he pulled her into a hug. "I mean it, Viserra. Anything."

"Yes, Grandfather, I know," Viserra laughed.

"Corlys, quick smothering the girl or she might not even make it back to King's Landing at this rate," Rhaenys joked.

"Oh, hush, you two," Corlys shushed them.

"Be careful when you are riding Silverwing back, always be-" Rhaenys started.

"Loud and clear, I know," Viserra gave a small bittersweet smile remembering the way Laenor would always remind her about being loud and clear with her commands before riding Silverwing.

"I will never understand how you two do not get sick from flying that high in the air," Corlys gave a small shiver as he thought about dragon back.

"I will never understand how you are willing to wait that long on a ship to get to places," Viserra countered.

"Oh my-" Corlys sighed. "Viserra, you tell me if that Aegon boy is causing you any trouble alright?"

"Yes, of course," she replied. "That's only if I don't get to him first."

"That's my girl," Corlys smiled.

"Okay, be safe out there, and we love you," Rhaenys told the girl.

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never enough pt 2

part 1

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

words: 4.105

summary: Aegon is trying to get reader to forgive him after breaking her heart.

warnings: NSFW (not detailed/making out), angst/fluff, targcest

a/n: English is not my native language.

Both Aegon and Y/N had locked themselves in their rooms.

It had been two weeks since the two of them had argued in the garden. No one had seen either of them in the castle for two weeks.

Y/N had welcomed Jace into her room at the end of the week, but no one knew what state Aegon was in.

The only people who came in and out of his room were the servants. But he hid from them too.

When they came to his room, he would either hide under his sheets or stand in front of the window and hide his face from them.

They were pleased that Prince Aegon wasn't talking to them.

Baela stopped at the door to Y/N’s room. She was holding illustrated history books. Y/N had been looking for them in the library since they arrived at the palace, but she couldn't find them.

No one knew what had happened, but it was clear that something was going on between Aegon and Y/N.

Baela went over her conversation with Jace in her head again. Jace allowed her to go to her room on one condition.

Aegon was not to be mentioned.

Jace had told Baela dozens of times not to tell Y/N to talk to Aegon. The longer Aegon stayed away from his sister, the better.

Baela entered without knocking. Y/N was sitting at her desk, reading a book. There was a big glass in front of her. Baela guessed it was wine because she looked disheveled. Even though it was late afternoon, she had not yet changed her clothes or done her hair.

She looked up at the girl standing in the doorway.

"Why didn't you knock?"

"So I could see you like this."

"What do you want, Baela?"

The girl didn't answer for a while and looked at Y/N's face.

Annoyed by the silence, she returned to her book.

Baela glanced around the room.

Her room was not untidy, but there were signs that she had not left it for two weeks. The bed was unmade, and there were plates and glasses in certain parts of the room.

"May I sit?"

She answered without looking up from her book.

"I don't think you want my permission to do anything in this room."

With a sigh, Baela walked to the table and sat in the chair directly opposite her. "I brought you some books."

"Thanks."

She took the books from her and began to read them.

Indeed, Baela knew her very well.

She had brought her the books she couldn't find.

The book was about the conquest and what happened until her grandfather became king. She could see how the painters had painted the faces of the conquerors, even if they were not entirely realistic.

"What exactly happened between you and Aegon?" She might have made a promise to Jace, but he was a man, after all. He wouldn't know how to handle a situation like that.

Y/N felt a little anger at being interrupted from reading the book. "Ask me directly what you want to know, Baela. You don't need to linger."

"I asked you exactly what I wanted to know."

Y/N closed her book and looked at the girl. "He made it very clear that he didn't like me."

"What happened between you two before he said that?"

Y/N thought for a while about what to say. She needed to talk to someone about what had happened. But she didn't want them to think she cared about Aegon.

"After dinner, we went to his room and-" She swallowed before continuing. "And I kissed him. It's nothing important, alright?"

"If it's nothing important, why have you been holed up in your room for the last two weeks?"

Y/N didn't want to look at Baela's face. So she started playing with the rings in her hand. It was a habit she had inherited from her mother.

"I thought he cared about me. I'm so stupid, aren't I? I thought someone I hadn't seen in years cared about me." She smiled bitterly. "What makes me feel even more stupid is that I thought Aegon Targaryen cared about someone other than himself."

Baela reached out and took her hand. "I'm sure he cares about you. Maybe he's scared or doesn't know how to express his feelings."

Y/N looked up and looked her straight in the eye.

"I can't say you're any good at it either." She smiled for the first time in two weeks. But her smile faded again with her thoughts.

"If he cared about me that much, he'd come and talk to me. He could at least try to tell me how he feels. You don't have to fool yourself and me for nothing."

"You're right, Y/N. But this thing between you two-"

"There is nothing between us. I don't want to tire or upset myself thinking about him anymore. If you have nothing else to say, you may leave."

Baela sighed at her stubbornness. "I asked the servants to bring fruit to your room. If you don't mind my presence, we can eat together."

She looked at her friend's face and smiled. "Of course, we can eat together, as long as you don't mention Aegon."

”I won’t.”

"Good. I hope you asked for peaches."

"Peaches and strawberries."

xxx

After finishing their fruit and chatting for about an hour, Baela left Y/N alone with her new books.

Once out in the hallway, she walked quickly toward Aemond's room. He was just on his way out when Baela came to the door of his room.

"Did you talk to her?"

"Yes, I did."

When he heard her answer, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his room. He checked to see if anyone was in the hallway and closed the door. "What did she tell you?

"Not much. I think Y/N kissed him, and then Aegon told her he didn't like her."

"That is a situation that is likely to happen."

"They're both so stubborn."

Aemond nodded.

"Why are you so interested in this?"

"Aegon is my brother, and Y/N is my friend. You may think I'm acting out of character, but I care about them."

This time Baela nodded. They both looked at each other's faces in silence. "If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving. I need to check on Jace."

"Alright, you may go. I will talk to Aegon. This whole thing has gone on longer than it should have."

The two of them hadn't had many conversations before, so they didn't know how to treat each other.

Baela nodded, not finding anything else to say or do, and they left the room together.

xxx

"Aegon!" Aemond shouted as he entered the Prince's chambers.

"Why are you shouting, Aemond?" said Aegon as he buried his head in his pillow. A girl was lying next to him.

Cassandra Baratheon.

She recovered the moment she saw Prince Aemond enter. She looked at Aegon, waiting for him to do something. But Aegon didn't care about anything. He was almost asleep again.

"Leave us please, my Lady," said Aemond.

"Yes, my prince," she said and got out of bed. Inwardly Aemond thanked the gods that she was clothed.

Cassandra Baratheon took her book from the bed and left the room.

"How can you keep behaving like this?"

"How have I been behaving, brother?"

"Perhaps I should stop defending you, Aegon. I can no longer find excuses to cover up your mistakes."

Aegon opened his eyes and sat up in bed. The sheet was down to his waist, exposing his naked torso. "Fine. I never asked you to cover up my mistakes. This whole thing is something you started all by yourself."

"And now I'm to blame for trying to show people that you're not so bad?"

"Exactly. If you had left me alone, everything would have gone as it normally does."

Aemond looked at Aegon in amazement.

He thought of the sacrifices he had made over the years.

He hadn't tried to correct the rumors, but at least he had tried to keep Aegon on good terms with his mother. He had taken a few things upon himself, so she would not be too hard on Aegon. And yet here he was being insulted for trying to help him.

"And what explanation do you have for Lady Cassandra being in your room?"

"I don't have to have an explanation."

Aegon rose from the bed, wearing the same breeches he wore when he rode his dragon. "Were you going dragon riding?"

Aegon reached across his desk for the wine and two glasses. As he filled them, he remembered his night with Y/N and felt sad. He knew he had been unnecessarily mean and uncaring to her, but he had never felt that way before. He had never known what it was to love before, and he didn't know what to do when he suddenly felt too much.

"Yes, and then Alessandra came to my room."

"Her name is Cassandra."

"Whatever it is." Aegon handed one of the glasses to Aemond.

"Aemond, I am no fool. I can understand why you are here. But it is up to you whether you believe me or not. I didn't invite Cassandra to my room."

"Did she suddenly want to come to your room, then?"

Aegon drank all the wine from the glass and set it on the table. "I think Otto sent her. You know how he likes to use sad girls to gain access to princes and kings."

Aemond clenched his jaw.

"She came and started reading to me out of the blue. People's idea of fun has changed a lot these days."

Aemond clutched the wine glass Aegon handed him. His knuckles grew whiter and whiter. Aegon's relaxed demeanor was driving him to the brink of madness.

He put the glass back on the table. "Aegon, aren't you going to explain to Y/N why you treat her like a common whore?" he said through his teeth.

It was no longer about Aegon's treatment of Y/N.

It was Aegon's ridiculous behavior.

As soon as Aemond finished his sentence, Aegon grabbed him by the collar. Aemond refused to let his nerves get the better of him. But Aegon's face was about to turn red with anger. "You love her, don't you? That's why you don't like the way I treat her?"

Aemond grabbed both of Aegon's arms. But he did not push him away.

"You took away everything I loved, everything I wanted. My mother's love belongs to you and you alone. Now Y/N is in love with your stupid grin and your long silver hair."

He tugged at Aemond's collar. "Even the maids in the halls laugh at me now that you let me ruin my name."

"I thought you were happy to have your image ruined."

Aegon smiled bitterly. "I thought so too, but- but I'm trying to get better, don't you see?"

Aegon looked away from his brother. "For her," he said in a low voice.

Aemond pulled Aegon away and sat him on the bed. Aegon kept his eyes on the ground.

He felt himself sinking into a sense of helplessness he had been trying to ignore for two weeks.

"Look at me, brother."

Aegon raised his eyes to Aemond’s face.

He had been in this situation too many times.

His mother usually found him like this when she came to his room to scold him.

"I love her, but not in the way you think."

He took a deep breath. He did not like to express his feelings. "The night I lost my eye, she came to me even though her brother was responsible. She was the only one."

He studied Aegon's expression for a moment. "My mother was in her room trying to figure out how to calm my father's anger at her for losing her temper."

He looked around the room for distractions for a while but found none. "You were drunk in a corner again. I can remember our grandfather could barely find you."

Aegon felt sad and regretful.

"She was the only one with me, comforting me through the night. I thought I would never sleep again, but her fingers in my hair made it easier to fall asleep. "

Aemond looked at his brother, who was already looking at him. "Of course, I'll be there for her when you treat her like a whore. At least that way, I can repay her."

Aegon took a deep breath. "I screwed up again, didn't I?"

"Yes, but you can fix it."

Aegon lay down on the bed again. "How do I do it?"

Aemond took Aegon by the arm and lifted him. "First, you will get dressed. And then you're going to apologize to Y/N."

"You've been helpful," he said mockingly.

"What am I going to wear?"

Aemond looked at him in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just excited," said Aegon.

Aegon chose some clothes he thought were beautiful. It took him longer than usual to get dressed because he couldn't stop his hands from shaking.

He spent a long time combing his hair and applying expensive oils he liked the smell of on his neck.

As Aegon left the room, Aemond called after him. "She told me she loves you."

xxx

Aegon's heart had been pounding ever since he heard Aemond's words.

Y/N had not only said she loved him, but she had also said it to Aemond.

He ran into the corridor where her room was. He knocked on her door several times, but there was no answer.

"Y/N," he said. But there was still no answer.

When Aegon looked around and saw no one, he opened the door. The room looked empty.

He took a few steps inside, and her scent filled his nose.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent for a while.

Then he walked to the center of the room. Her desk was full. A few history books are on the table.

He saw her nightgown thrown casually on the chair and picked it up. The idea of it hugging her curves excited him again. She could wear that nightgown while lying in bed while reading a book. And Aegon would watch her, fascinated.

He knew that if he stayed in her room longer, he would suffocate from fantasizing about her.

"My prince," someone said. The voice was, unfortunately, not Y/N's.

Aegon threw the gown back on the chair in worry.

Y/N's maid was standing in the bathroom doorway. "I'm looking for Princess Y/N. Do you know where she is?"

The girl put down the bucket in her hand and walked over to the princess's table. "I think she went out into the garden for some air, my prince," she said as she picked up the books on the table.

Aegon nodded and left the room.

He felt like he was reliving everything he had experienced two weeks ago. But this time, it was going to be different.

He was going to be very careful with every word he said.

As he reached the outer door, he realized it was raining outside. He decided to go back inside but stopped when he saw Y/N in the garden. She was wearing a summer dress. The fabric was thin, and she must have been cold.

He walked into the garden. It wasn't raining too much.

Aegon came up to her, but she didn't notice him. She was picking the dead petals off the flowers. It was probably just something she did to take her mind off things.

Some of Y/N's hair was wet and stuck to her. He almost gasped at the sight of her.

"Y/N," he said in a soft voice.

She jumped a little and turned to him. When she saw Aegon, her gaze was soft but instantly hardened.

How dare he come to her?

She wanted to hide behind the trees or run inside, but she wondered what Aegon would say.

And she desperately needed Aegon to make amends for his mistake two weeks ago.

"I do not think you wish to be seen with me, my prince," she said and turned back to the flowers.

"Y/N, please look at me. I want to talk to you."

"I apologize, my prince, but I am busy."

"Y/N, please-"

"What is it?" she said fiercely, turning to him again. "Have you come to insult me again?"

She knew that Aegon was difficult to understand, the most complex person she had ever met. She also knew that his moods were complicated and that he was in a constant state of sadness. But that still didn't justify what he had said in the garden. Y/N wanted him to apologize and explain himself.

"No. I came to apologize."

"I don't want your apology. Go away."

Aegon looked at her in despair. "As your prince, I command you to listen to me," he said. "Please."

If anyone else had heard him say 'please' so much, they would have been shocked and thought something had happened to Aegon.

The girl frowned, thinking Aegon was being arrogant. He came to apologize, and at the same time, he was using his power to order her around. "As you wish, my prince," she said, crossing her arms.

Aegon thought he was sinking deeper and deeper, but it seemed the only way she would listen to him. "I didn't mean anything I said that day. The possibility that you could love me seemed so remote that it seemed like I was in on a joke."

Aegon wanted to reach out and hold her, but he restrained himself. "Y/N, I don't know how to express my love. Even now, I can't think of what to say without making a fool of myself in front of you."

Y/N's gaze softened a little, her arms falling to her sides. "What I said when we were in my room was the truth. You excite me. Just thinking about you makes me feel things I don't want to exist. Because amid all the chaos in my life, I don't know how to control my love for you. I don't know how to protect you from all this chaos."

Aegon reached out and took Y/N's hand. "If you are with me, I can find a solution to everything. I can find ways to make you feel my love."

Y/N squeezed Aegon's hand in hers. She wanted to say nice things to Aegon too. But she was afraid that he might have lied. "You know what they say. If a man wants something, he will say and do anything to get it. I don't believe you."

A sense of panic gripped Aegon. She was right. Aegon did not know how to regain her trust after everything he had said. His clothes were almost completely soaked, and he was cold. The front strands of his hair stuck to his face.

Aegon took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. Y/N wanted to give back, but she didn't. It felt good to feel Aegon's warmth through the coat.

"Y/N, I've lived in Aemond's shadow all my life. I'm not trying to justify myself, but when you mentioned him, my blood boiled. I was afraid I'd lose you to him, too."

Y/N wondered what would happen if Aegon was honest. After all the years she had tried to reach him, he was here.

Aegon dropped to both knees.

He took her hand, this time with both hands. "I am trying to change for you. I will be a better man. I will try to be the best husband I can be for you, and I will be."

The thin shirt he was wearing was completely soaked and stuck to him.

Y/N cupped Aegon's face with her free hand. She didn't want to resist. Aegon involuntarily lowered his head into her hand.

"I don't want you to change yourself, Aegon. You are perfect as you are. I love you for who you are."

Y/N grabbed Aegon by the arms and pulled him to his feet.

She wrapped her arms around Aegon's neck. He held her waist tightly.

She had decided to give Aegon a chance, but if he blew it, she would handle it herself, not leave it to Jace. "If you hurt me again, I'll feed you to my dragon," she whispered in his ear.

Aegon smiled. "I wouldn't dream of upsetting you."

Y/N pulled her head back but did not take her arms off his neck. She looked into Aegon's eyes. "You are everything I could have imagined."

Aegon felt his eyes well up. He might even have shed a few tears. But luckily it was raining. Neither Y/N nor Aegon could tell the difference.

Aegon dared not take his gaze from her eyes. It was as if she would disappear if he looked away for a second.

Her presence in his arms was unreal.

"I'm supposed to be saying nice things to you."

"You'd better get used to it."

"I think I can."

Aegon began to caress her waist with his thumbs. "May I kiss you?"

Y/N pulled Aegon to her by the neck. "Please."

Aegon pressed his lips to hers. The rain got heavier. Y/N was having a moment exactly like the books she had read.

Aegon's lips moved to her chin and jawline. He kissed where her neck met her chin. Y/N moaned slightly, and Aegon's grip on her waist tightened.

Y/N almost moaned again at Aegon's grip on her waist.

Aegon kissed her jawline again. Y/N threw her head back to make room for Aegon. Aegon licked a long line from her collarbones to her chin. Y/N felt herself melting in Aegon's arms.

He wrote down in his mind all the points where she had reacted. He would return to them many times later.

All Aegon wanted was to make her feel his love. And from her reaction, he thought he had succeeded.

Y/N stepped back. "Do you want to move to a more private place? I think we've shown the castle folk enough."

Aegon chuckled. "Which of our rooms would you like to move to?"

"Which of our rooms is closer?" Aegon took her hand, and together they walked into the castle.

They smiled as the warm air hit their faces as soon as they entered. They didn't even realize how cold it was outside.

Y/N’s smile froze on her face the moment she saw Jace. Next to him was a grinning Baela and an expressionless Aemond.

Jace was literally about to turn a tomato-like red.

"Brother," Y/N said.

It was clear that Jace was ready for an angry reply.

Aegon squeezed Y/N’s hand reassuringly. Aegon was about to speak when Y/N interrupted. "Jace, we've talked about everything. I love him, and he loves me."

"And you only realized you loved her after you broke her heart and made her suffer for two weeks?" He asked to Aegon.

Aemond looked at his brother briefly. "Jace, I assure you, Aegon was just as bad for two weeks."

Jace laughed nervously. "Was Cassandra Baratheon in this morning part of your brother's sad days, Aemond?" he said, looking directly at Aegon.

Y/N wanted to let go of Aegon's hand, but he wouldn't let her.

"Nothing is as you think."

Y/N felt her heart shatter again.

She was angry but more at herself than at Aegon. How could she have believed him?

Y/N was about to shout at Aegon when she heard Otto Hightower's voice from behind. "I sent her to Prince Aegon's room, and nothing happened between them. Except for today, Prince Aegon was completely alone."

Marrying his grandson to Rhaneyra Targaryen's daughter was a better option for him than marrying him a Baratheon.

Y/N looked at Aegon. He nodded desperately.

Y/N was a little relieved, but they would talk about it later.

"You're not just saying that to back up your grandson, are you, my lord?"

"No. I have witnesses. You can even speak directly to Lady Cassandra, princess."

Y/N felt a sigh of relief. She took Aegon's arm and pulled herself closer to him. "I hope you have a good explanation."

Jace's anger still hadn't subsided. "But-"

"Great news! What season would you like to get married?"

Y/N and Aegon turned at the King's voice.

The Queen, the King, Princess Rhaenyra, Lord Otto, and Prince Daemon stood side by side.

Y/N blushed, thinking they had seen their little interaction in the garden.

"How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to see my nephew stick his tongue down your throat," Daemon said.

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mgcldydrms · 1 year

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nervousness with aegon

"Your heart is beating so fast right now."

Your hand was on your husband’s chest, your eyes blinking up at him as you noticed a soft yet nervous smile on your lover’s lips. You knew that he felt anxious, maybe even a bit worried about what the future might hold.

“Well, there will be a crown on top of my head by the end of the day.”

You and Aegon chuckled lightly while you smoothed down his clothing. You took a quick glance at his attire before your hands cupped his cheeks, your thumbs tracing his cheekbones. Your eyes looked at every detail of his face, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“You will be a great king, my love. And I know that you have had your doubts before, but just leave them behind and look to the future.”

"What if I don't want that future?"

Aegon let out a light sigh as he slightly leaned forward, only for his forehead to touch yours. Yours and his eyes closed almost automatically, his hands on your waist while he pulled you as close to him as possible.

“King Aegon Targaryen, second of his name. Protector of the Realm, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms -”

“You can stop now. Please.”, Aegon said, making the two of you laugh as you both opened your eyes again. You looked into his blue eyes for a bit longer, before you pressed your lips softly to his. You put all your love and support for your husband into this kiss, trying to reassure him that you will be there for him every step of the way.

“You should go. Everyone is already waiting for you.”

“I don’t care.”, Aegon whispered against your lips, deepening the kiss while he gently squeezed your hips, earning a light squeal from you.

You put your hands on his chest again, pushing him jokingly away from you, yet quickly chasing his lips with your own again.

“Go, my king. We don’t want to be late for your coronation.”

“Of course, my queen. Let us go.”

You and Aegon shared one last passionate kiss before the two of you left your chambers, nervousness still evident in every breath he took, yet you held his hand with every step you took.

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dragonsbabe · 1 year

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What about Aegon asking his s/o if they like his hair because he feels self-conscious about it’s length compared to his brother?

Awww 🥺 i just wanna cuddle him 😭💖

I feel like he gets more self conscious after seeing his s/o braiding Aemond's hair or hearing how they keep making compliments to his brother. After that he gets a bit irritable with his partner. They try to run their fingers through his hair but he keeps moving away from them. "Do you even like my hair?" he asks one night while they were cuddling. His s/o telling him that they thought he didn't like it since he never let them stroke his hair, assuring him that his hair is just as beautiful as his brother's, or even more. And now he is always looking for his partner touch, falling asleep on their lap while they caress his head or when they try new hairstyles on him.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 3 months

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Hello!!! For the requests, can I request one for Aegon II? Pregnancy kink and maybe some family fluff with reader and Aegon's kids?

Divine Honour.

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 1,515.

WARNINGS: domesticity, references of p in v sexual intercourse, pregnancy kink/breeding kink, lactation kink, breast play, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii, slight exhibitionism.

A/N - literally anything that involves Aegon with kids, domesticity and breeding/pregnancy kink is my weakness... I am a whore like that. hope you enjoy, I've combined these two requests :) also dedicating this as a little gift to you all in honour of the King's bday!!!!

"Father! When can we choose an egg for the babe? Meraxes has laid a fresh clutch!"

"How much longer must we wait for this babe?!"

"B-Bub!"

The uproar of their high-pitched, eager voices left Aegon defeated, as he swiftly picked his youngest in his bulky arms, lifting the little princess onto his seated lap, where she settled herself comfortably. Babbling incomprehensible sounds [as she was still yet a babe herself, only able to muster a few coherent words] and idly pointing at your round, swollen belly. Your elder sons on the other hand, twins nonetheless, found themselves encircling their father like hounds, pouncing at his sides, desperate for answers, as you waddled yourself over to the edge of the royal bed, where they outnumbered Aegon.

"How many times must I tell you this, boys? When the babe is ready to come, it will come! Any day now, you'll have either a baby brother or little sister that you can dote on and protect for hours on end... Is that understood?"

The silver-haired boys both ecstatically eyed each other, giddy with excitement and anticipation for the newest arrival into the family, refusing to stand still. Turning towards you, your youngest only a few minutes apart from his elder, Rhaego, warmly embraced your side, careful with his grip around your protruding belly.

"You will find us when the babe is coming? Promise us, mother, that you will!"

The streak of worry tinged across his small, growing face, was enough to melt your heart. He was your exact twin, with some of Aegon's Valyrian-esque features. A smaller boy than his brother, and far more emotionally attached to you.

"Of course, my love. I will need you by my side, okay?"

"Now the lot of you, off to bed! Your mother needs her rest-"

Aegon's deep, stern voice clouded the room, before being met with the sighs and sounds of defeat from his twin boys. Gesturing for your lady in waiting, Sara, to make herself present: leading the boys, Rhaego and Aenys, out, as you warmly kissed each goodnight. Your littlest babe remained safe and sound, wrapped in Aegon's arms, desperately trying to stay awake, as she drifted in and out of sleep.

"And this little princess—”

The sudden drop in his tone, speaking in a volume only above a whisper, and far more softer, was enough to prove that your little girl was Aegon's weakness.

"My little Aelora, just doesn't want to sleep. She has far too much fun with her Daddy."

He plants a tender peck on her head, as she brightly smiles up at her father, taking much of his likeness, before rubbing her small eyes with her tiny fists, edging closer to slumber.

"Here—Here, she just needs her mother's boring touch to put her to sleep”, you tauntingly exclaim.

In exchange for his amusement, you take the babe in your arms, cradling her above your belly, as you gently sway her, lulling her to sleep. Aegon finds himself walking towards the edge of the bed, as he begins to undress, unbuttoning his tunic. Watching you from a meek distance, he feels a palpable twitch beneath the dark fabric of his pants, feels more tighter than he had noticed moments before. His thick cock stirring with excitement, as he witnesses the surreal vision of you holding his babe, whilst carrying his other unborn child.

"You truly are a divine sight, my love... You've never looked more beautiful than you do now."

His heavy words caught your immediate attention, as your focus pans from the sleeping babe to Aegon, looking rather ravenously at you. Although his orbs a light lilac shade, his gaze felt rather dark and menacing, his plump, cherry lips licked and glazing in the candle light. He looked as though he could devour you right there and then, you were rather familiar with this particular sight of your husband.

"Is that so?" You softly chuckle, turning from Aegon to the silent babe, before resuming your attention once more unto him.

"I do not feel so. I feel I am at my heaviest, Aeg. You honestly do not mean to say I am-"

Pouncing to stand, his heavy and heated footsteps pace towards you, a firm grip tugging at your silky night gown by your hips.

"Speak no more, Y/N. You cannot fathom how irresistible you look to me in this very instance... Put her down, I think she's deep in her sleep now, Mumma."

The firmness in his deep voice, almost a mimic of a growling predator, was an occurrence you saw in court, with your husband upholding his position as King. Aegon had established himself as a formidable man, despite the doubts surrounding his succession. You obeyed his command, gently lowering Aelora into her crib, as you nestled the babe in her minuscule, handwoven duvet.

"Come here—”

Gesturing you towards the end of the bed, his wolfish eyes lingered over your every inch, every detail of exposed skin, his hands wandering in sync with the insatiable lust in his eyes, as though it was your wedding night all over again.

"You think you do not look divine? Carrying my precious babe not only in your arms, but in your womb as well? Do you not think it an honour to carry and bear the seed of the King? Need I fuck you s'more and plenty, my dearest. Swelling you with as many children as your body can take, for you to understand your significance, hmm?"

Thoughtless against his lust-filled words, you hadn't even realised how swift and deliberate Aegon's sensual movements were, snaking his sturdy arms around your swollen, tender body, weak against your husband's touch. His soft lips latched to your tender skin, suckling at the sweet crevices of your neck, feeling your Grace slowly making his way carefully down, towards your busting cleavage, as he sat himself down by the end of the bed, pulling you closer towards him, trapped between his thickly sprawled thighs.

"Does your King not make you feel good? Have I failed you as your sovereign and as a husband, hmm? Need I spoil you more than I have already?"

Candidly unbuttoning the few clasps of your low-cut ivory nightgown, your tender, perky breasts instantly exposed themselves to your Grace, each tit filling with milk in preparation for the royal babe. The wintry, crisp air of the night left your skin crawling with chills, and Aegon's calloused hands, groping at each breast did not numb the feeling at all.

"N-No- Ahh, Aeg—"

"So fucking sensitive, look at you... I did this, I did this to you, you do well to remember that—"

"Y-Yes, y-your Grace," You feebly whimper, one hand firmly clasped over Aegon's broad shoulder and the other tangled in the short strands of his platinum locks: desperate to keep composure, as he taunts your delicate body. Flicking his thumb over the peaking buds of your raw, sensitive nipples, deeply chuckling to himself as he earns a helpless moan from you.

"Your body knows exactly how to take, my beloved. Knows what it is expected of, made to take my seed so fucking well, huh? Look at how steady your belly grows day by day, our babe kicking healthily inside... How these tits swell with that sweet, heavenly milk of yours, hmm? You were born for this, my dear. Made ripe for the taking of the King himself."

Without a second to spare, not even so much for a breath, Aegon's ravenous mouth latched itself onto your breast. His warm, slick tongue flicking at your nipple, suckling fiercely, eager for a drop of flavour. Instinctively your hands immediately drop onto his hefty shoulders, nails digging into the thick padding of his apparel. As you gradually grew more accustomed to the exhilarating sensation, your hands travelled their way back up, busying themselves by tugging and pulling at his silver strands: occasionally even guiding Aegon's head deeper into your bosom, keen to satisfy your King's insatiable hunger.

M-My body at th-the disposal of th-the King... The g-greatest honour b-bestowed. K-Keep fucking me, keeping m-me full of his seed—"

The mouth clasped tightly around your breast, a hand remained groping, kneading at your swollen flesh, whilst his other roamed below, firmly squeezing and palming at your ass cheek.

His stout chest heaving breathlessly, as he regained himself: Aegon's mesmerizingly violet eyes fluttered shut momentarily, before gazing upon you intently, a sly smirk strewed across his handsome face.

"Hmm, that's right, my beloved... We might even populate the Red Keep alone, and everyone will know exactly who you answer to... Everyone shall know that I be the man who fucks you hard time and time again, how well your pretty cunt takes my cock and seed. And when your body shows, everyone will know how willing your body is craving to be full of me. My beloved loves the attention from her King, yes?"

"I do, Aeg."

"And I love you... And the children, even the ones you will bear in time... I love you, just as you are."

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dreamfyrie · 1 year

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Giving Aegon His Heir

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen II x Reader

Though heirs would strengthen his position and claim in the war, Aegon didn’t want you with child until the violence was over. He already worried about you enough, the last thing he needed was a baby to stress about too. The thought of you going through childbirth while he wasn't there to be by your side made him anxious, not to mention how dangerous it was.

Sometimes, after sex, he'd see you rubbing your belly out of the corner of his eye while he made you moon tea. The sweet drink had become a regular part of your daily diet. Most people have had moon tea once or never in their lives, yet you had it almost nightly. You were concerned for when you and Aegon would eventually start trying for children. What if the tea had long-term side effects that no one knew about?

"Soon enough, my queen, the war is almost over. Before you know it, your belly will be round with our child," Aegon would always reassure you.

Aegon desperately wanted you to be with child, and you both knew it. When he found out the war was officially won, he ran through the entire castle to find you. You were the person who meant the most to him, and he wanted to see the look on your face when you found out. This was just as much your victory as it was his. He couldn't have held on this long without your constant reassurance and loyalty. Thankfully, you were already in your chambers getting undressed for bed, it was time to celebrate.

You were so scared when you saw Aegon burst through the door looking like a crazed man.

"We won," he whispered breathlessly, staring at you like you were the only thing in the world.

You felt lightheaded, you had been waiting for this day for so long, yet you were so shocked. Aegon closed the latch on the door and started making his way toward you. The swagger in his walk and the smirk on his face immediately let you know neither of you would be getting any sleep tonight.

He took your face in his hands and started kissing you. There was a passion in it that you had never sensed before. You had never known him before the war, and you had never witnessed him this relieved and happy. You returned the kiss with just as much energy and enthusiasm, hoping this version of Aegon was here to stay. He threw off your robe and ripped off your nightdress.

"I'm going to put a baby in your womb tonight if it's the last thing I ever do. You won't be leaving this room until you are with child."

"Yes, my king."

Aegon never cared for you calling him king, but it turned him on when you were like this, naked and vulnerable. It made him feel powerful. He felt on top of the world tonight. He moved your hands while you were unlacing his pants, and he hurriedly undid them himself. Aegon needed to be in you right now and didn't have the patience to wait any longer.

Aegon pushed you in the direction of the bed, and you both got on it, frantically pulling back the sheets and throwing off all of the decorative pillows. He'd have you in every position tonight and needed the bed cleared for his workspace. Aegon was finishing throwing the last pillow off the bed when he gave you the biggest smile. He saw you on your knees, looking up at him, ready for all of his commands.

"There'll be no celebratory cocksucking tonight, I'm saving all my seed for your womb," Aegon told you, as he pressed down on your shoulder, motioning for you to lay down.

"How do you want me?" you asked, wanting to do whatever you could to please him. This was a special night, and you wanted him to be as happy as possible.

"Just lay there and be a good girl," he ordered. His pupils were dilated so wide his eyes almost looked black. You had never seen him this aroused before. The hold you had over Aegon was strong, but it never ceased to amaze you how obsessed he was with you.

You did as he commanded and laid there, opening your legs up for him.

"Gods, you're always so wet." He reached out and started rubbing his fingers up and down your slit.

"Only for you," you managed to get out, shivering from his touch.

Aegon grinned as he grabbed your thighs, opening you up more. He put one over his shoulder to get more comfortable. Kisses peppered your inner thigh all the way to your cunt. He was being gentle now, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he broke. Aegon had been waiting for this day for years, and you knew this night wouldn't be soft and slow for long.

He rubbed his face in your folds and inhaled your scent. Aegon relished the fact that this would be his new normal. No more being stuck in small council meetings all day, the only place he'd be now was between your thighs. He was just about to place his tongue on you when a banging on the door started.

Aegon got up, naked as the day he was born, and furiously marched to the door as you scrambled to get under the sheets.

He swung the door open, "I swear to every fucking god that another enemy I don't know about better have died."

The guard at the door stammered, never seeing Aegon this mad, "No one has died your grace. Your mother wishes for your presence, she would like to congratulate you on your victory."

"And I wish for my cock to be inside my wife. Fuck off," Aegon said as he slammed the door in the guard's face.

"My apologies, your gr—" was the last thing you heard before Aegon threw the lock back in place.

Aegon prowled back to the bed as you blushed, looking at you like you were his prey and next meal, which you were.

"I'll have him stripped of his cloak in the morning for trying to keep me away from you," he said as he descended his mouth onto you. You were about to make a comment saying it wasn't the guard's fault, but the last thing you wanted him to do was take his tongue off you to reply, so you kept your thoughts to yourself. Aegon devoured you like your juices filled the fountain of life. You didn't care about all the women he had been with before you. Thanks to them, you get to have your cunt expertly eaten and fucked every night. He dragged himself away from you, he needed to remember what his goal was tonight.

Aegon left a trail of sloppy, wet kisses from your clit to your mouth as he positioned his cock between your legs. He grabbed it and rubbed it up and down your slit, collecting your come to coat himself with. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath.

"There will be no moon tea tonight, wife."

You were both in a fiery, lust-filled daze, but you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. Being a mother was something you had always dreamed of, and it was finally going to happen. Aegon's passionate spell broke for a second as he gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead, and then his focus was back in place. He was going to do everything in his power to give you what you wanted.

As the head of his cock entered you, he let out a deep groan. He savored the feeling of you wrapped around him as he sank further into you. He always stretched you out the perfect amount. No matter how many times you laid with him, it always hurt a little, but you had grown to love that burn, and without fail it instantly turned to pleasure.

Aegon wasted no time setting a savage pace. You needed this just as much as he did, and you welcomed it. His pounding somehow always felt calculated to the exact intensity that you craved. You never needed to tell him faster or harder, he and you were one mind during sex, there was no need to verbally communicate. Though no words were needed, neither of you could live without the praise of the other.

"You'll never have any idea how good it feels being inside of you, you're perfect," Aegon tells you. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth as he continues his thrusts. You wrap your arms around Aegon's waist, needing to hold onto something sturdy. Time didn't exist in your chambers, the two of you could be having sex for hours, and it never felt long enough. You hated the emptiness of him not being inside of you. His curses and your moans echoed off the walls.

"I'm so close, Aegon, I need you," you cry.

His thrusts remained strong but began to falter, and you could tell he was right there with you. You took his mouth off of your breast and began kissing him. He broke the kiss and put his forehead against yours. You stared at each other, both of your eyes filled with years of passion and longing for this moment. Your orgasms crashed into the two of you at the same time, you had never longed to feel his seed more in your life. He stilled, flooding you with life.

Sometimes Aegon would keep his cock in you, and you’d fall asleep like that, joined together. Your warmth lulled him to sleep while he sucked on your breasts. This wasn’t one of those nights. After you relaxed around him, he pulled out of you, being careful not to let too much of his seed escape. He quickly put two fingers inside of you to keep it from spilling out. Aegon moved down your body until his face was back in its earlier position in front of your entrance.

"I'm not done with you yet, take some time to breathe," Aegon said as he bent down to start lapping at your clit. He kept his fingers firmly in you while he used his tongue to clean up his mess around it. His fingers moved in and out of you, wanting to make sure his seed covered every inch of your walls. He loved the taste of your come mixed with his and wished he could lick all of it. As much as he enjoyed watching his come spill out of you, he enjoyed the thought of you being with child more and had to push his other desires to the back of his mind.

You're not sure how Aegon thought you'd be able to manage to relax and catch your breath while he was sucking on your clit like it was a little treat. He was a master with his fingers, it was almost embarrassing how fast he was able to make you come whenever he went down on you.

"Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again?"

He knew calling you that was one of your weaknesses. Aegon was a talented multitasker during sex, pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers while using his other hand to pump himself. You started grinding yourself on his face and he let you. He loved being covered in your scent. When he felt you were about to orgasm again, he quickly got up, thrust his cock back into you, and began pounding again. There was no going slow and waiting for you to readjust to his size.

"Gods you're so tight. You want me to put a baby in you? Is that what you want?" Aegon asked, as he fucked you deeper than ever before.

"Yes, yes, that's what I want. Please, Aegon. I want you, I want everything," you whimper.

"You’ll walk around with a swollen belly, and I'll make sure every man in Westeros knows you're mine."

The pleasure from that familiar burn was starting to build, and you didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold on. His thrusts were fast and powerful, he was leaving no room for error. You would be with child by the end of the night. You could feel your body tensing around him, your nails digging into his back was the final act to push him over the edge. The two of you came again, and this time he stayed in you, letting you milk his cock and bring his seed further into you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him inside of you. He laid there with his full weight on top of you for a little while, exhausted. You loved it when he did that, his body hot from sex and his musk surrounding you, you felt safe. It was as if you were being shielded from the outside world, and you could focus on nothing but him. Being suffocated by his body would be a glorious death.

Aegon loved the feeling of your breasts pushed up against his chest, how soft and comforting they were. He couldn't wait until they grew heavy with milk, his child would be very lucky. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to lay on you like this anymore once you were with child was a little disappointing, but he was sure he'd think of alternatives. He imagined you on top of him while he did all the work fucking himself up into you. After you were done, he’d carefully move you so you were side by side, front to back, and he would wrap his arm around you and rub your belly. He heard some women go mad during pregnancy and need to be pleasured multiple times a day, he hoped you’d be one of them.

"I never wanted to be king or sit on the throne. The only thing I have ever desired is you. I wanted this war won for you and our baby, I love you more than anything, I hope you know that."

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aemondsdoll · 1 year

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Please could I request aegon and aemond both falling in love with their childhood friend who’s a princess and has her own dragon 💙💙

That Girl || Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Reader Pairing: Romantic!Aegon x reader, Romantic!Aemond x reader Warnings: comments on the body, perv Aegon as always A/N: sorry this is so short, i'm unmotivated, but would this be good as a series? You had grown up alongside Aemond and Aegon, being the twin sister to Jacaerys. Though you never let that stop you from being there for Aemond and Aegon, you spent most of your time with them. So when you arrived at Kingslanding on dragonback alongside your family, you bounded towards the two boys, who gladly accepted your clumsy embraces. "Gods I've missed you two," You mumble, completely forgetting to inform them that you had claimed Seasmoke, the pale dragon perched behind you. Aemond seems to be the only one who cares, looking back at the dragon hesitantly. "Looks like you've grown considerably," Aegon says with a grin that made Aemond jab him with his elbow, though Aemond couldn't deny that you had grown into your body, thats for sure.

You held yourself in a certain manner now, one that shows you had grown. You walked away and greeted Helaena, and Aegon whispers to his brother, "May the best man win," Aegon smirks, and Aemond lets a small smile come onto his face, "Trust me, I will." He replies snarkily, and offers to walk with you in the gardens.

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ichorai · 1 year

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little dragon ; aemond targaryen. (m)

part two ; water dragon.

pairing ; aemond targaryen x tully!f!reader

synopsis ; he was your fire, and you were his sea, willing to push and pull the tides at his behest.

words ; 5.8k

themes ; fluff, smut (minors dni!), fantasy, established relationship (married), pregnant au

warnings / includes ; unprotected sex, tiny bit of oral (f recieving), breeding and praise kink, pregnancy/childbirth, vhagar cameo, aegon being a menace, foul language, aemond being a good husband/dad unlike his own father, so sorry if the valyrian grammar isn't completely correct ;-; if anyone gets the bert & ernie tully reference you deserve a million dollars

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It happened in the dead of night. When the winds quietened to but a feathery whisper, when the moon shone white and gold and silver, when the fires in the hearth of your chambers had waned to a soft orange glow.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon,” he whispered against the flushed skin of your neck, traveling downwards to softly kiss along your clavicle. His voice was gravely and rich, soaked with honey and ocean salt. The sapphire within his eye glinted with the dim lighting of the sparse candles scattered around your chambers, and you craned your head to press a kiss upon his scar, your nose slotted against his cheekbone.

My love was what he’d said—you didn’t know much Valyrian, still trying your best to study during your free hours, but your husband called you that often enough for you to recognize the affectionate words.

One of your hands was buried within his silken silver hair, tugging in tandem with his swift, fluid motions. The other clawed down his toned back, leaving angry red trails in its wake. A strained cry fell from your kiss-swollen lips as you rocked your hips against his.

Aemond held your waist in a tight grip, thumbs brushing against the sides of your ribs with every stroke of his throbbing cock within your slick, heated cunt. His lips, his tongue, his teeth—all blistering, scorching, searing with need.

“Sīr sȳz syt nyke, ñuha embar.” So good for me, my sea. He was your fire, and you were his sea, willing to push and pull the tides at his behest. A guttural groan tapered his voice to a close when you clenched around him, his susurrating praises mumbled against your breast sending jolts of arousal straight to your core. His rapid, desperate string of Valyrian fell upon deaf ears, buzzing with pleasure. Stars colored your vision a blinding white when one of his hands relinquished his hold on you to snake down your abdomen, pressing his long fingers against your clit.

“Aemond!” you just about sobbed, legs curling around his waist to pull him closer. You were insatiable, cracking your eyes open once more, a thin film of tears warbling over your widened gaze. “Oh, please, please—!”

A gasp caught in your throat as he thrust into you with more power than before, but froze once he was completely sheathed within your throbbing cunt. “Please, what? Have I fucked you stupid already, jorrāelagon, hm? Dragon got your tongue?” he hummed in mild amusement, regarding your beautiful, sweaty form with a hungry, lustful expression, eyebrows cocked as he waited for your answer.

Part of you wanted to snarl at him, tell him to keep moving, but the other half of you wanted to cry and plead and beg for his cock.

Knowing your husband, he would’ve been quite pleased with either.

“I want you to finish inside me,” you breathed out, lips brushing the shell of his ear, eyes half-hooded with want. “Fuck me full of your cum, valzȳrys.”

His cock grew impossibly harder within you, throbbing almost painfully—whether it was because of you calling him husband in his native language, or because of your devilish tongue laving upon a sensitive spot on his neck, he couldn’t quite tell. Expression hardening, he grabbed at your hips and yanked himself out of you, before flipping you onto your stomach and swiftly breaching your entrance in no less than three seconds, earning him a shriek of surprise which winded into a litany of breathless moans and blubbering pleas.

And yet, he remained still, cock stretching you out so deliciously well—but he wasn’t moving. You sobbed with frustration, burying your face into the feather-pillow in front of you, muffling your desperate cries. Aemond’s growl thundered through his throat, and he slid his hand into your hair and tugged you up flush against his chest, so he could hear your obscene noises loud and clear. His free hand creeped down between your trembling thighs, where his middle finger only barely grazed over your clit, despite your fruitless attempts to buck your hips up to meet his touch.

“Ask me again nicely, ñuha embar,” he whispered, placing a loving kiss to the side of your temple. “In my mother tongue—you remember all those lessons I gave you, no?”

You wanted to curse at him. Your Valyrian lessons with him were the very last thing on your mind at the moment. Thoughts hazy, you murmured out a bit shakily, “Kostilus, qogralbar nyke, Aemond. Ta… Tatagon iemnȳ, kostilus.”

Please, fuck me, Aemond. Finish inside, please.

He hummed in satisfaction as he pressed sweet kisses along the curve of your shoulder. He gently pulled out and began to roughly thrust back up into you as soon as you moaned out, “Nyke jorrāelagon ao!”

I need you!

A broken sigh tumbled from your throat when he finally began to fuck you just the way you wanted, knowing that your climax was drawing near. You had no chance of lasting when he began to circle the pads of his fingers against your clit.

“Iksā sīr sȳz. Sīr, sīr sȳz, ñuha embar,” he said, chest rumbling with each word. You feel so good. So, so good, my sea. “Avy jorrāelan, avy jorrāelan, dōna ābrazȳrys.” I love you, I love you, sweet wife.

You preened with his praise, arching your spine and pushing your hips back to match his quick pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin, of your arousal rang loud and true throughout your chambers, bouncing off the stone walls and ricocheting back to you, heat spidering over your skin upon hearing your own lust.

“Tatagon syt nyke,” he growled, motions growing erratic and hurried. Cum for me.

With one final moan, you collapsed against him, cunt spasming tightly around his dick as you toppled down from the edge, pushing Aemond over the brink as well, spurts of warm cum painting your cunt. Despite the both of you already coming down from your highs, Aemond rocked into you a couple more times, kissing your sweaty hairline over and over again as he showered you with muted praise. The sticky substance dripped down the insides of your legs once he gingerly pulled out of you with a low sigh. He reached down to collect it and abruptly stuffed his cum-slickened fingers back into your cunt, wrangling a sharp intake of breath from you.

He chuckled lightly, pulling his hand back out and dragging his tongue over his finger to taste the filthy mix of your essence with his seed, before winding his arm around you to allow you to do the same. You whimpered around his fingers, sucking on the digits slowly—Aemond could feel his cock growing hard again.

With a pleased hum, he languidly set you back down on the bed so he could lay beside you, pulling his hand away from your mouth with a lewdly wet pop.

“I love you,” you croaked, throat parched and voice hoarse from all your moaning, an utterly blissful grin stretching your swollen lips.

Aemond cupped your face within his palms and pressed a chaste kiss to your damp forehead. “And I you, my dear sea.”

MOON ONE.

“It’s been a moon since you’ve bled, my lady,” your handmaiden, Lailena, commented, a knowing excitement to her gaze. “Could that mean…?”

In truth, you haven't told anyone about your pregnancy just yet. Nobody knew except you and the maester, who’d sworn himself to secrecy with a kind, understanding smile. It’d been a couple days since you found out, and you were still trying to find a way to tell your beloved husband. In the meantime, you were enjoying the peaceful privacy of knowing that it was only you who knew of the babe growing within you. No doubt when the news would inevitably break out, Alicent and Aemond would be hovering over you like overprotective hawks.

Not being able to contain your smile, you grasped your handmaiden’s hands within yours. “You’re not to tell a soul, Lailena. I still have yet to inform the prince.”

Your handmaiden mimicked locking her lips shut, a beautiful smile etching across her features. “I am so happy for you, my lady. If you need anything—anything at all, please do not hesitate to let me know.”

“Oh, you’re too kind, my dear,” you hummed, patting her cheek affectionately. You had a soft spot for your young handmaiden—having stopped her from being sold into a whorehouse against her will at the ripe age of ten-and-two. “Will you please draw me a bath? I’d like to wash the day’s labor off of me.”

Not ten minutes later, you were sighing in relief as you sank into a tub of warm water, the heat a relief for your tense muscles. You let your eyelids slide shut, lolling your head against the bath’s edge.

A familiar pair of hands settled upon your bare shoulders, and you didn’t have to look to know that it was your husband coming to check in on you.

“Rytsas, ñuha jorrāelagon,” he hummed, kneeling by the gilded tub’s edge and pressing a swift kiss to your cheek. Hello, my love.

“Aemond.” You shifted so you could face him, the water sloshing about with your movements. Nervousness was eating away at your insides, and you thought that no time would be better than now, where nobody else would bother you. “My darling husband, I have something to tell you.”

For a brief moment, worry flashed across Aemond’s expression, afraid something was wrong. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing bad,” you reassured him, a soft smile hanging onto the corner of your lips when he leaned forward to rest his forehead over yours. “At least, I hope it’s not.”

He remained mute, wordlessly urging you to continue.

“I am with child.”

There were exactly three seconds of silence, presumably Aemond taking time to fully comprehend what you’d just told him. And then, a rare, beautiful smile overtook his usually impartial expression, his heart skipping over several beats with the realization that he was going to be a father.

“You’re not jesting, embar?” he whispered, nose nudging yours. “Because this would surely be a cruel joke.”

Mirroring his growing elation, you let yourself beam brightly, craning your neck to kiss him properly. “I’m not jesting, Aemond,” you murmured, trailing your lips up to freckle kisses over the marred skin of his scar, and around his eyepatch, which you itched to yank off.

“My love,” he said, struggling to find words for how he was feeling. Overjoyed? Shocked? Scared? “This is… you’re so… wonderful. This is wonderful. Avy jorrāelan. I love you, more than anything—and our little dragon.”

You scoffed, pulling away from him with raised brows. “Dragon? You forget I am a Tully, dear husband—they will be half my blood.”

With an affectionate roll of his eye, Aemond lifted his hand to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “Alright, alright. Half-dragon, half-trout, then.”

“Fire and water.” You nodded in satisfaction at the compromise, your jubilated smile stolen away with a kiss from your sweet husband.

MOON TWO.

Aemond felt the bed shift as you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and swinging your legs over the edge of the mattress. A small noise of discontent rumbled in his throat as he propped himself onto his elbow, vision still adjusting to the darkness.

“Where are you going?” he whispered, voice still gravely with slumber, twinged with confusion. “The hour is still early, my love. The sun has yet to rise.”

You hummed, leaning down to kiss his cheek, before rising onto your feet, shrugging on a silken green robe. “I have a sudden craving for honey cakes. I’m going down to the kitchens to see if they have any left from yesterday’s supper.”

“Now?” queried your husband, seeming partially miffed, and partially amused. He roused from the bed himself, sliding on a loose tunic so his chest wasn’t bare, and followed you out of your shared chambers and into the hall. “What brings about such a queer craving? You’ve never been particularly fond of honey cakes before.”

Subconsciously, you rested a hand on your stomach. “It must be the babe. I’ve been having the strangest cravings the past few days. Around a fortnight ago, I wanted to have nothing but apple fritters—those ones with cinnamon glaze, you know? For a while, everything else made me feel sick.”

A ghost of a smile graced Aemond’s lips. “I remember—mother said you were looking rather green at the mess table.”

You scowled at the memory, which spurred Aemond to huff out a laugh and tug you closer into his side.

“My little dragon is a picky one,” he murmured, glancing down to where your hand hovered over your belly, still having yet to show physical signs of the pregnancy. “This is a good thing, ñuha dōna embar. They must already know their worth.”

Once in the kitchens, a part of the castle neither of you had ever ventured in before, Aemond scoured around for the blasted honey cakes you craved for so badly, and found them in a small container on the highest shelf. He pulled them down and handed one to you, grinning ever so softly when you didn’t even give yourself time to properly thank him before shoving one into your mouth and moaning around the pastry.

Aemond kissed your temple and took a bite of his own piece of honey cake to appease your pleading urges for him to try it, even though it was far too sweet for his taste.

MOON THREE.

You were beginning to show, and Aemond couldn’t be happier.

“Our dragon is growing,” he’d say every morning without fail, a prideful gleam to his eyes. “And you have never been more beautiful, dōna ābrazȳrys.” Sweet wife.

That afternoon, he brought you down to the dragonpit where Vhagar was nesting with her brand new clutch of eggs, wanting to introduce his little dragon to his much larger one. You watched with wide eyes as her bronze, spiny tail curled around four scaled eggs, each a different shade of copper. It was a miracle that a dragon of her old age laid a clutch of eggs at all, much less four of them.

“Do not be afraid, embar,” he whispered, noticing your stiff movements and your hesitant steps, despite the brave facade you tried to hold on. “Vhagar will not hurt you.”

At the sound of her name, the dragon lifted her head, bright green eyes shifting to her master, then to you. She huffed out a small plume of warm smoke in greeting.

“Lykirī, Vhagar,” commanded Aemond, placing a hand on her snout and gently urging you to come closer. “It’s alright, love. She can sense the dragon inside you.”

Still a bit tentative, you shakily lifted a hand and laid it beside Aemond’s, stroking the warm scales of her large nose. Emerald eyes shining, Vhagar’s chest rumbled, and she dipped forward ever so slightly, slotting her hot muzzle against your belly, as if acknowledging the babe inside you.

Aemond smiled, his one eye creasing at the corners. “She likes you.”

“Though I have never been more petrified in my life…” you began softly, patting Vhagar’s snout and grinning widely, “I like her, too.”

“What do you say we pick an egg for our little dragon, hm?” asked your husband, commanding Vhagar to stay as Aemond led you to the beautiful quartet of shiny eggs.

MOON FOUR.

You leaned against the intricate stone railing of the balcony attached to your chambers, breathing in the fresh morning air. You had woken up early—much earlier than you usually did, unable to fall back asleep because of the baby constantly moving inside you.

Not too long after, your husband stepped out onto the balcony as well, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. Neither of you said anything, perfectly content on basking in each other’s comfortable silence.

His hand laid upon your slightly rounded stomach, rubbing gentle circles over the thin fabric of your sleeping shift. The first birds of the day chirped as the sun rose, spilling golden light over the two of you.

You leaned back into him with a pleased sigh. “Helaena has asked me to come watch the twins today. I’m rather excited for them to meet the babe.”

Humming, Aemond nuzzled his nose into your cheek. “I’m excited to meet my little dragon, as well.”

MOON FIVE.

Since you’d been having trouble sleeping as of late, Aemond found that fucking you to exhaustion was one of the few ways to get you to sleep soundly throughout the night. It was either that, or he could read philosophical books to you in Valyrian.

And though he quite enjoyed reading to you, the prince much preferred the former option.

“Ñuha gevie ābrazȳrys,” he hummed deeply, bordering on a growl, thrusting back into your sensitive, slick cunt. My beautiful wife. “I’ve fucked you full hundreds of times and yet you always want more. I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you everything, sweet embar.”

A low moan slipped from your throat and you desperately pulled his face to you, your lips meeting in a feverish manner. He grunted into your mouth when you clenched around his lengthy girth, nails raking angry red lines down his shoulders to the middle of his back.

“Aemond!” you cried, bucking your hips up to meet his, lips parting in a tantalizing manner.

Your eyes slipped shut with the overwhelming pleasure, but Aemond grasped your chin, softly grunting out, “Keep them open, love. I want to see you when you come all over my cock.”

The intense eye contact made your body flush with a certain heat, hurtling you ever so close to your climax. Your husband snuck a hand between you to draw slow circles on your aching clit, and you were abruptly slammed into your third orgasm, the first two stolen from Aemond’s silver tongue and long fingers, respectively.

Utterly spent, you trailed kisses over Aemond’s cheek, up to his scarred eye. He had slowed down to a gentle rock, cock still stiff and aching within you. “You can move, Aem,” you whispered, placing a tender kiss to the very tip of his nose. “I want you to cum inside—I want my cunt to be dripping with your seed.”

And he groaned at your lewd words, dipping back down to meet your lips once more, all teeth and tongue. His breath hitched as he began moving once more, your soaked core feeling like absolute heaven.

“Mmh, fuck!” he growled, emptying inside you, catching himself with his elbow when he collapsed, thankfully before he could crush you or the babe. “So good for me, dōna embar.”

A low whine emitted from your lungs when he slowly pulled out, holding your legs apart to observe his spend leaking out of your fluttering cunt.

Much to your simultaneous dismay and pleasure, Aemond just couldn’t resist, swiftly moving down to drag his tongue from your cunt up to your clit, grumbling an expletive at your taste.

“Aemond!” you yelped, flinching away with overstimulation, lightly swatting at his shoulders with a laugh. “Gods, you’re going to be the death of me,” you said, grinning when he moved back up with an apologetic smile, dark sapphire glinting with the flickering candles lit about your chambers.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. You taste heavenly.” Finally, he settled back onto the bed behind you, pulling you flush against his chest. “Get some rest, Y/N. I plan on tasting you on the morrow. Perhaps you can ride my face again.”

“Sounds wonderful,” you murmured in response, not having listened to anything he’d said, already drifting halfway into sleep.

You slipped into a deep slumber with Aemond’s arm protectively slung over your baby bump.

MOON SIX.

You were grateful that you no longer grew sick at the sight of a regular supper. You weren’t quite sure how long you would’ve lasted on honey cakes and apple slices alone.

Dinner that night was a warm, peppered vegetable stew with loaves of steaming bread to mop it up with. There were other courses, such as honey-glazed venison, and slow-roasted pork belly—the latter of which Aemond avoided entirely despite Lucerys’ hushed giggling from across the table. Initially, he’d wanted to stride across the room and strangle the smug expression off the younger boy’s face, but one look at your stern, disapproving countenance made him hesitate, before begrudgingly digging back into his food.

He was to be a father soon. What example would he set for his child if he were to go about beating his nephews every other minute?

Lucerys was not the only one who stirred trouble at the table that evening.

Rhaenyra and Helaena were pleasant for the most part, querying about your pregnancy and giving their own advice from their previous experiences. Baela and Rhaena were also kind to you, eagerly asking if you had any names picked out for the babe. You told them that you haven’t yet thought about it, sheepishly smiling. “If you have any ideas, I’m more than willing to listen,” you told the younger girls, which made them beam brightly with excitement. You didn’t know the two nearly as much as you wished to, but you were willing to try and build bridges between the steadily distancing sides—bridges that Aemond, as much as you loved your husband, was keen on burning.

Alicent was silent for most of the time, only pitching in every so often to make passive-aggressive remarks to Rhaenyra, and occasionally trying to compliment you with a strained smile. As Aemond was her most beloved child, she’d always wanted to be closer to his dear wife, but found it troublesome to bond with you when you were so very fond of Rhaenyra.

The men at the table, on the other hand, were an entirely different story. Jacaerys and Daemon quietly spoke to one another, but were rudely interrupted by Aegon spilling wine all over Jace’s lap. He drunkenly proclaimed it to be a slip of his hand, a mere accident—but everyone at the table knew he’d done it on purpose. Jacaerys was visibly stiff, but held his tongue, fist clenching and unclenching around a silver fork.

“I pity your betrothed, I really do,” simpered Aegon to his nephew, hiccupping as he downed some more wine. The rest of the chatter at the table halted to watch the drunken Prince blubber on further. “How will you please her in bed if you haven’t the faintest clue where to put your cock?”

“Aegon!” Alicent admonished sharply, eyes wide and jaw set.

The eldest Prince waved his mother away, standing up abruptly, brandishing another chalice full to the brim with alcohol. You briefly wondered where all these cups were coming from. Then, Aegon rounded his gaze on you and Aemond at the other end of the table. “See, my dearest brother has figured out how to do it! Look, his wife is all round with his first child—perhaps the next could be mine. It matters not which Targaryen fucks you, it’s not like you can tell the difference when the babe comes out. Your Tully whore of a wife probably wouldn’t even mind, brother! I’d bet all my coin every guard in this room has sullied her already!”

In a blink of an eye, Aemond was on his feet, lips curled into a snarl. Alicent also stood up, glancing between her two boys worriedly, afraid a fight would break out.

You were the last one to rise, placing a hand on Aemond’s arm. He seemed to soften beneath your touch, glancing back to look at you briefly, nonverbally making sure that you were alright.

You shook your head, glaring harshly at Aegon, before turning on your heel and marching out of the mess hall, leaving a portion of your dinner largely untouched.

It took everything within Aemond not to clamber onto the table and throw his fist into his older brother’s arrogant, drunken face. He longed to resort to physical violence—after all, Aemond was taller and stronger and quicker than him, and would easily best his brother in a fight. But his urge to be by your side was far greater, so he settled with scathing words and a lingering threat.

“You are a foul excuse of a brother, Aegon. If you ever dare to insult my wife again, I will carve out your tongue myself and feed it to my dragon.”

With that, Aemond stormed out of the hall, strides quickening so he could catch up with you. On his way out, he faintly heard his mother trying her best to patch up the situation, rambling in a panicked fashion, “Aemond doesn’t mean it, Aegon. Sit down and finish your supper, will you?”

Aemond rolled his one eye. He’d meant every last word of what he said.

When he finally caught up to you, you were already in your chambers, gently wiping the dampness of your frustrated tears from your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, tugging you into his chest and stroking the back of your head. “My brother is a drunken fool. Do not take his crude words to heart. He is not worth your tears.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Aemond,” you murmured into the fabric of his tunic, blowing out a calming sigh. “You didn’t have to follow me, though… you didn’t get to finish your supper.”

He blew out a mildly amused huff. “Neither did you, dōna embar.” Sweet sea. How you adored the affectionate nickname he called you. “I love you. And I would follow you to the ends of this world if I had to—even if it meant missing a bit of supper.”

It felt as if your heart was melting through the confines of your ribs, and you could only lean forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “You are everything to me, my darling Aemond. I love you, too.”

MOON SEVEN.

The baby was kicking again. Nonstop, for the past three hours.

You glared down at your swollen belly, before uncomfortably shifting on the bed until you were sitting upright. The babe kicked once more, as if sensing your annoyance. You couldn’t help but huff out a small laugh.

From beside you, Aemond looked away from the thick history tome he was reading and tilted his head. He’d thought you were already asleep. “The hour grows late, ñuha jorrāelagon. What troubles you so?”

With an exhausted sigh, you laid your head upon his shoulder, and Aemond immediately shut the book and placed it off to the side.

“The babe,” you said, threading your hand with one of his and tracing shapes along the back of his palm. “They haven’t stopped kicking since I got out of my bath and I can hardly sleep more than a few winks. Though, I can’t say I can complain—Lailena says the ones who kick more will grow to be strong warriors.”

A small, satisfied smirk flitted over your husband’s sharp features. “Of course they’re kicking around—they’re a dragon after all.”

“Trout-dragon,” you reminded him, a soft smile to your lips.

Aemond barked out a laugh. “Dragon-trout.” His free hand came around to place it on the center of your belly, and he sucked in an astonished breath when he felt the baby moving around beneath his palm. He met your eyes, shining with pride and adoration—for both you and the babe within you. “They’re a true Targaryen. We’ve never been too keen on sitting still.”

“So this is your fault,” you bit out, drawing yourself away from his shoulder to narrow your tired eyes at your husband. “I just want to sleep!”

His purple iris glinted salaciously. The hand on your belly began inching further down between your legs. “Maybe I just need to tire you out, hm?”

“No, I’m already so very tired,” you murmured, melting beneath his touch. Immediately, Aemond retracted his fingers, cupping your face and pressing sweet kisses over your heavy eyelids.

“I’m sorry, love. What can I do?”

With a grateful slant of your lips, you settled yourself into his side once again. “Read to me, please. You have a very beautiful voice—it’s especially soothing in Valyrian.”

Humming, Aemond reached over to grab the history tome once more, flicking it open to where he’d left off.

The Prince began reading the tale of Aegon’s Conquest out loud for you, his Valyrian effortlessly smooth, like pure honey to your ears. Not even three pages deep, you had already given into the alluring promise of sleep, cheek smushed against his shoulder. Aemond kept reading anyway, placing a hand on your belly, certain that his child could hear his low voice.

“One day you and I will be in one of these books,” he told the babe, a wistful smile on his face. “And our great, great, grandchildren will be reading about us and the many adventures we’ll go on.”

MOON EIGHT.

The fire crackled hungrily as Aemond kindled the greedy flames with a fresh wedge of wood.

“What do you think of Jacaelar?” your husband asked. “It’s a fine name for a son.”

You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t know—their nickname would be Jace, and you’re not particularly fond of the Jace we already know. What about a Tully name? How does Bert sound for a boy?”

“No.”

“Ooh, what about Ernie?”

Aemond grimaced. With a laugh, you playfully rolled your eyes. “Alright, alright. We’ll stick to Valyrian names.”

After a moment’s silence, Aemond suggested, “Vaeron?”

“Yes, I rather like that one.” You grinned. “Do you like Daera for a girl?”

Your husband sat down on the plush chaise beside you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s a good name—though my younger brother Daeron might think we named our child after him, and I’d really rather not inflate his ego. I like the name Visera. There’s also Rhaelor, Jahaela, Haerys, Saelyra—”

“Oh, it’s just too many to choose from!” you exclaimed, cutting his extensive list off and sinking further into your seat. “We can just call the babe Aemond the Second and be done with it.”

With a chortle of laughter, Aemond shook his head, fine silver strands of hair tickling your cheek when he drew you close into his side. “And what if our little dragon is a girl?”

“Then we call her Aemonda. I don’t know,” you harrumphed, crossing your arms. Aemond lightly pinched your thigh. After another second, you gently proposed, “... Syraena sounds lovely. Don’t you think so?”

Humming, Aemond bowed his head. “Syraena. It is a lovely name.”

You rubbed your hands over your distended stomach. “Do you know if you’d rather have a son or a daughter?”

He took a moment to consider your question before quietly replying, “I care naught for the babe’s sex—they will be my blood, regardless. My little dragon.” Before you could correct him, he hastily added, “Trout. Dragon-trout.”

The two of you began cracking up with silent laughter, and you turned to watch the fire burn away, small golden embers floating up from the hearth.

You heard your husband murmur Syraena beneath his breath once more, clearly content with the name. A glowing beam graced your expression.

NINE MOONS.

The birthing was the most painful experience you’d ever gone through. There were tears streaming down your face, and your hair was damp with sweat. Aemond was by your side, loyal as ever, clutching your hand and murmuring sweet words of encouragement, uncaring of the impropriety of a man in the birthing room. He’d gone so far as to threaten the guards when they first told him that he should be waiting outside, enjoying the celebration being held in your and the babe’s name.

“Try to keep me from my wife and I will decorate the floor with your guts,” he growled, his single eye burning with a thirsty flame.

The guards didn’t bother him after that.

“Oh, it hurts! Aemond, Aemond, please, it hurts,” you sobbed, another wave of pain washing over your body. “I need the baby out! Come out, come out, come out!” you screamed, skin burning hotly as more sweltering tears meandered down your perspiring face.

“It’ll be over soon, embar, you’re doing so well,” assured your husband, even though he looked every bit as terrified as you did, perhaps even more so. Gods forbid such a thing to happen, but if Aemond were to lose you to the perilous task of childbirth, he didn’t think he could ever live with himself afterwards.

The midwives began telling you to push, and you happily obliged, eager to get the labor over and done with.

It was said that your screams shook the very ground, but that might’ve just been Aemond exaggerating the truth out of proportion.

“Congratulations, my Prince,” said one of the midwives once you’d pushed and pushed and pushed until you nearly passed out from the strain, the babe finally coming out of you with a shrill cry. Aemond could feel his heart lurch at the sound. “You have a beautiful, healthy girl.”

“Do not congratulate me, it is Y/N that did all the work,” muttered your husband, kissing the back of your clammy hand and sweeping the hair sticking to your face aside. “You were wonderful, jorrāelagon.” His face bore nothing but radiant pride, a rare beam stretching his lips wide.

He stood up, turning to the midwife to look upon his small, screaming daughter, who was quickly bound in a red woolen blanket. She handed him the babe, and Aemond gently situated her into his arms.

“You have the lungs of a dragon, little one,” he crooned, expression bearing little else than raw love and adoration for the tiny thing. With fluid movements, he kneeled down beside the birthing bed once more, easing the baby into your awaiting arms.

An exhausted smile made its way onto your face when you took the baby, cooing, “Oh, so you’re the one always kicking around during the night. It’s nice to meet you… Syraena.”

The baby—your daughter—sported thin wisps of silvery hair, much like her father and her grandsire. Targaryen blood ran thick, after all.

You turned to grin at Aemond. “She has your nose,” you murmured, voice thick with emotion and love.

Little Syraena’s wailing began to wane away as you bounced her, and she cracked open her tiny eyes for a brief moment, blinking up at the two of you with a wide gaze.

“And she shares the color of your beautiful eyes, embar. Rytsas, Syraena,” greeted Aemond, expression soft and ever so tender. One of his fingers reached out to gently stroke her soft, chubby cheek. For several moons, he’d read to her when she was still in the womb, and he wondered if she could recognize the sound of his voice.

“My little dragon…” Aemond murmured. “My sea dragon.”

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