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Daddy dearest (Rhaenyra/Harwin Daughter x Darkish Daemon Targaryen) (READER OR OC)
🔷Summary: You are Rhaenyra's and Harwin's daughter and you just proposed to Aemond, your stepdaddys worst enemy.
WORDCOUNT: 2159
🔷Author's note: This was a request, this is my first Daemon fic so i hope i did him justice without turning him into a carebear or a scary pookie.
🔷Warnings: Oc/reader is a brat, reader has clear empathy issues, reader has a daddy kink (liiiiiterallly) targcest!, dark!daemon, smut, p in v, fucking, desk fucking, choking, slut-shaming, high-treason, cheating, (daemon) slight gore, and dom/sub themes.
There is something about Targaryens that makes them a little more dangerous than other families. You have always known that. But there is something about you that makes you a little more dangerous than most Targaryens.
Like a dragon, you wish to be close to the fire, letting it consume your everything while you hiss at your pain. You always enjoyed creating drama and orchestrating plots. You have been good at it.
So, when your one-eyed uncle, Aemond Targaryen one day writes a sobby letter where he confesses his love and devotion to you, regrets killing your little brother, and vows that he will love you from the end of his days, it is not the prospect of peace that makes you happy. It is the prospect of war.
You write back, of course you do. You appeal to Aemond’s pride, his titles, his ‘’beauty’’ and most of all: His ego. You assume that the two of you will be married soon, should your mother wish it. Everything to avoid the war.
You happily brush your hair, thinking of all the good things that will hopefully happen to your family now. You love wearing your hair on a side-braid, the way Visenya wore hers.
You have just finished preparing for the day to come when your stepfather, Daemon Targaryen barges into your rooms. You don’t bow or greet him, instead you just smirk at his furious expression and red worked up cheeks. You fold your hands on your back and raise your chin with an innocent smirk. ‘’You seem upset.’’ You speak, your voice cheerful.
Daemon hands you an opened letter. You briefly scan the words and sigh, noticing the familiar awfully nauseating perfect handwriting of Aemond Targaryen. He brags to Daemon about ‘’Seducing’’ you and that you ‘’soon will be pregnant with child.’’ Inwardly, you roll your eyes, but you did suspect that Aemond would write Daemon about his ‘’conquest’’ of you. Of course he would. That is why you picked Aemond in the first place. He thinks you are being conquered but in reality he is a pawn in a plot he has no clue of. He is as a sheep being lured in the wolf’s den, unaware he is about to be slaughtered.
But you don’t let Daemon see your disgust at this, kinslayer waving his win in his rival’s face. Daemon is very worried for your safety. ‘’Are you insane, courting him? Have you forgotten what that child murderer did to our family?’’ As much as you miss Lucerys, you won’t kill yourself or others for his dead chewed up corpse. Luc would want everyone to get along and to make peace, not war. Which is why he died, as it is a very foolish way of handling enemies. You feel indifferent about his loss. You miss a bit, but you won’t trade a limb back for him.
You hand him the letter back. ‘’Yes. I am betrothed. Aren’t you happy for me?’’ It is almost funny how quickly his emotions change from utter rage and murder, to disappointment, to heartbreak and finally how all his emotion die and only a mask remains.
He becomes silent. The only thing you hear is the betrayal of your own heart beating. ‘’With Aemond?’’ He asks, now a bit calmer than previously. ‘’You know you can get much better.’’ He says. You don’t know who he refers to.
You roll your eyes. ‘’No, with Aegon. Of course with Aemond!’ You know he hates it when you roll your eyes.
‘’What the fuck do you mean with ‘’of course’’?’’’You giggle inwardly.
You blink rapidly, innocently.
‘’Daddy dearest, don’t cuss please. It’s very peasant-like. Aren’t you happy I’m finally engaged? You tried so hard to find a good suitor for me.’’ You grin.
‘’Your mother and I should choose your suitor! Have you thought about any of us during these games with Aemond?’’ More than he would ever know.
You sigh, lying easily.
‘’I will be honest, you haven’t both been on my mind very much.’’
You need a final push. You are so close. ‘’Daddy dearest, me and Aemond are meant to be. Soon I’ll carry his babies for him and make him a father when I polish his creepy sapphire eye for him while he breeds me as if I am livestock. You either adjust-’’ That is pushing it too far, part of you just knows it. You can see when you cross a line and you just did that. You see a reflection of danger and insanity in the eyes of Daemon, the man you’ve yearned for so long.
He grabs you violently by the throat, and you squeak pathetically when he drags you with him. Daemon has lost his patience with you and drags you with him as if you are a toy. ‘’Not another word. No one is breeding you. Not him at least.’’ With a push you are on your back, on your writing desk. Daemon throws several of your books and your quills on the ground, bending you under him. You pretend to groan but your lips are curled up in a smile, when he removes your smallclothes, pulling them down and exposing your body to him.
His big hands grab each of your asscheeks when you hiss in anticipation. He releases his anger on your poor behind but you can’t say that you mind. If anything, you love it. You wait for Daemon to finish his spanking before turning on your desk, revealing your other entrance to him. A glistering wet and needy entrance. ‘’Aemond rides the biggest dragon. Do you think his cock is the biggest too? I read something about men with funny noses-’’ You will never finish the sentence.
Your head is smashed down and you finally feel Daemon’s experienced hands touch your so eager cunt. You whimper, weak and softly when he takes a stance behind you, and you clench yourself when you hear the sound of his belt being removed. ‘’You want a man to breed you, you horny little slut? You want to be fucked and owned as a whore? Fine with me.’’ He groans in your ear when spitting in your face. You recoil in brief disgust before your legs are spread wide and open and his cock is forced deep inside of you, causing you to grunt against the wood of the desk. Daemon yanks you up by your arms, fucking you without speaking. You become a little light in the head as pleasure mixes inside of you, and you can’t believe it's finally happening. His cock feels good to have inside of you and once again you clench, needy as a whore.
Daemon grins in your ear when noticing your little cries and gasps of pleasure. ‘’You wish to be bred, little girl? You wish for your Kepa to make you his little whore?’’ He grins, using his Valyrian accent for that one word. You become even more aroused because of that and moan, weakly. Daemon sinks in back inside of you, pulling you up so he can fuck you when you lay on your desk. Your wooden deks cracks of the movements as Daemon takes your maidenhead on it, not giving a fuck for your sore museles or your begs.
‘’Daemon…’’
You are close to your heights. There are days just like these when you touch yourself, imagining it was him all along. And now he is, taking you as his spoils and fucking you the way a conquerer takes his spoils. You beg. ‘’Daemon..’’ You are spanked another time, this time on your cunny that is brutally fucked at the same time. You cry out in pain and glare at Daemon who simply smirks back at you, before dragging his nails into your skin, forcing you back on his cock for another good, but painful ride. You become used to the pain, and to the feeling of having a man inside of you. It is better than everything you ever did to yourself. ‘’Kepa, please…’’ You beg, pathetically.
Your stepfather has no mercy for you, grinning as if you are his enemy and this is your end. ‘’You are a little greedy whore. I won’t finish you off. The only one who comes is me, little Princess. Your Kepa will put a child inside your belly, perhaps that will teach you some respect.’’ He vows, riling you up against his cock until you nearly come.
You become even more aroused, fighting your desires and the urge to ride his cock. ‘’What if I’m not with child?’’ You ask, knowing you will like the answer very much.
Daemon pauses, the cock half inside of you, taunting you, torturing you. ‘’Then I simply must return and fuck you the way a dog fucks his bitch until you are, won’t I?’’ He breaths out, before taking you again on the desk. You are taken now quicker, faster and can barely keep up. Your cries become louder and freer and Daemon needs to wrap his free hand around your mouth to silence you when his cock fucks your body sore. The thrusts become rougher and more dominate and Daemon hits you again, and again and again on your ass when fucking you sore and likely very bloody. Yet you cry in approval, beg without words and plead for more by slowly grinding back against his body.
You see a determination that is very arousing in his eyes. He grabs your hips, impales you with his cock, all the way in and fucks you harshly and more animalstic than before. You lose count of how many he times he fucks you, but when he is finished, you can hear him grunt and you know his cum is inside your body right now. You remain on the desk, frozen, half undressed, and needy and naked.
Daemon grabs you by your throat once more, moving you to your bed. He throws you on it, grabbing a pillow. You protest but are turned on your stomach. He presses your face in the pillow so your cries can’t be heard and whispers in your ear. ‘’You’re going to become such a marvelous little mother for my son, Princess. Yes you will.’’ He murmurs against your belly. You whimper wordlessly.
His cock finds your body again and is pushed all the way in, when he kisses your hair and fucks you gently this time. ‘’Come for Kapa. Show me what a pretty obedient slave you can be for me.’’He whispers. You feel it build as he fucks you harder and harder and as your eyes close you cry out in the pillow he forces you on your mouth, soaking it in the process when Daemon fucks you when you scatter around him, breaking into million of pieces.
Satisfied with your state, Daemon removes the pillow and looks at your wet, but bloodied cunny. ‘’Such a good slut for Kepa.’’ He tells you with a smirk. You pant still in denial that that happened. He pats your belly next. You lean in and want to kiss him. ‘’Kepa..’’
But he pulls away, disgusted all of a sudden and angry. ‘’You will write to Aemond today. You will invite him to an inn somewhere close and you will seduce him. I want him to think mine child is his. I want to be there, when you reveal to him you played him and I want to see his pathetic little mind break at the betrayal you and me pulled on him.’’ He grins. You nod, absently.
‘’What if I don’t want to fuck Aemond?’’ You have seen the man and he seems very boring in the sheets, almost as boring as he is in the streets.
Daemon grabs you by your throat, choking you and you gasp, but you feel a different connection to him now. He seeded and sored you. He made you his in a way and you are now his little princess. ‘’Did I fuck your brains out, little dumb princess?’’ He groans out.
You are shocked as you gasp for air, worried it ends there for you. ‘’K-Kepa…’’
He sighs at your stupidity. ‘’You will fuck Aemond, you’ll be a needy little slut for him and fuck the shrimp he calls a cock, and you’ll pretend your baby is his.’’ What does that even accomplish?
‘’But we don’t know yet if I am even pregnant!’ You whisper distraught by the idea of bedding your uncle.
Daemon smirks. ‘’One of these days, you will be. I have had a taste of you, princess and I will be back. Your mother is not cutting it for me anymore. She is the love of my life, but love only does so much.’’ He speaks, petting your cheeks when you silently cry.
‘’Go make Aemond happy. Then we will destroy him. Together.’’ He promises you, with a kiss on your lips.
A/N
Aemond, thinking he has a pure valyrian woman waiting for him that will help him destory daemon:
HE HAS NO IDEA-
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Dark HOTD: Non-Con
Dark Daemon, Aegon, Aemond and Jace.
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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(female reader)
WARNINGS: Non-Con; Mentions of Somnophilia; Unconsensual use of aphrodisiacs; Manipulation.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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Daemon
Daemon is witty and cunning and even after you make it clear that you don’t want to share a bed or a chamber with him, he still appears in them. You wake up in the middle of the night, the room swallowed by darkness and you find Daemon between your legs, sucking and licking you. You’re too weak by sleep and pleasure to fight him, even when he enters you.
Or he’d have some special tea sent over to you, so similar to the regular one that you’d never doubt that the maids switched teas under their master’s orders. It’d make you feel hot and bothered, flames of desperation inside your body that craved for Daemon’s cock to satisfy you.
You’d end up begging him to fuck you and he’s obviously oblige, but not before letting you beg for a good amount of time. It’s arousing to see how much of a slut you’ve become for him, when you were the one to shut down his advances. How the tables have turned.
“Go on, repeat yourself once more. I do not believe I’ve heard you correctly. You need me? Is that so? Lost your attitude already, princess?”
Aegon
Aegon is the one that does not hesitate before forcing himself on you. Your body is his, after all.
More often than not, he barges into your private chambers in the late night, for you to satisfy his hunger and he won’t take a no for an answer. Even if you’re already asleep, he’ll roughly wake you up with the force of his thrusts, uncaring of your sleep.
Aegon is insatiable and it shows. If you try to repel him, he’ll strike you before shoving you to the bed, manhandling you into doing what he wants. He keeps you busy until dawn and in the morning, you’ll have deep circles underneath your eyes as you attend to your royal duties as Aegon soundly sleeps back in your chambers.
The servants are very well aware of his behavior, especially your personal maids as they are the ones to wake and prepare you in the morning when they find you in a miserable state.
But no one is capable of helping you, you’re on your own with your husband.
“You fucking dare to refuse me? I’m your husband and future king, my word is the law and you shall obey me. Now spread your legs and take it like a good wife.”
Aemond
Aemond is your husband, so how in seven hells are you supposed to refuse him? He’d understand if these are rare occasions, but if it’s too frequent then Aemond is going to suspect your motives for denying him.
Are you not happy by his side? Do you not feel the same for him as he does for you? Do you have someone else?
Aemond is quick to realize that something is not right and he starts hovering over you like a hawk. The little freedom you had is readily stripped away and you find yourself smothered in maids and guards at all times, all of them holding down Aemond’s order to never allow you to leave their sight.
The maester is constantly checking you up for any disease symptoms while Alicent keeps making mortifying comments about your sworn duty towards her son.
Aemond is so passive-aggressive towards you whenever you decline him, making comments about your responsibilities or about your nonexistent lover.
The whole situation is so dramatic and ridiculous that you end up giving in to Aemond’s desire, allowing him to make love to you whenever he wants, without refusing him. You’re able to regain some liberties back but that also quickly comes to an end as you soon find yourself with child.
“Do you have someone else, is that it? If not, then why do you keep refusing me? If you won’t tell me the true reason, then from now on you’re prohibited from leaving the perimeter of the castle.”
Jace
Jace is not going to force you but he will get somewhat desperate and end up manipulate you into having sex.
Is he not a good husband? One that always takes care of you, respects you and he never forced himself on you after marriage even though most men would, then you should also retribute the favor by being nice. It’s this but in sweeter terms.
And even if you are a bit reluctant, Jace will promise to take it slow and that you can try other things before doing the actual deed but as soon as he has you naked in front of him, he’ll end up convincing you to make love.
If you try to stop him, Jace will just silence you by swallowing your pleas into a deep kiss, quickly burying himself inside you. Once he’s inside, no point of stopping right? Might as well finish off and see if he can fill you up with his child.
“Do you not love me back? Do I, your husband, repulse you so much that you can’t even take my touch? Have I not treated you with utter respect and dedication? Then why is it too much to ask the same from you, my love?”
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I wanna write a Daemon Targaryen or Tywin fic inspired by this song. I know the vibe the reader would have.
Very seductress, dark feminine, politically savvy or a Vamp. Definitely doesn’t mind being branded a whore, but is rich of nobility. I’m thinking she’d be Essoi but I can’t come up with storyline :( help
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The Dragon's Wife
Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x bride!Reader
Word Count: 4k words
Kink: Breeding
Warnings: NSFW, noncon, dark content, fingering, p in v, slight cum eating, first time, humiliation, crying kink, biting, multiple force orgasms, forced breeding, creampie,
A/N: Happy Kinktober, everyone! I think this may be the darkest thing I've ever written, in terms of this is my first noncon. If you catch any warning I missed, please let me know. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this and the rest of my prompts for kinktober! Find the main masterlist here.
Also A/N: I had to respost this shit twice but Tumblr fucking sucks and is hiding it. I hate this website sometimes... Enjoy!
The large doors of Daemon's bed chambers shut behind you with a damning thud. Still wrapped in your wedding gown, the events of the night were still very fresh in your mind.
You were angry, outraged by the dishonor done upon you. Like some broodmare, your father gave you away to the Targaryen prince in need of a new wife after the last had passed "suspiciously".
It was humiliating, to say the least. You had produced no heirs for your house and "talked too much for your own good". Your father jumped at the chance to have this brute of a prince tame you. Perhaps you would be a "respectable lady".
But you would give neither of them the satisfaction.
"Are you going to stand there and stare at the door all night?" Daemon's voice spoke behind you, exhausted by you already.
You sighed. "Better than looking at you, dear husband."
You could hear his footsteps against the hard floors as he stepped closer to you. "Someone ought to teach you some respect."
You turned to face him so he could see the way you rolled your eyes. "Apparently, that's meant to be your job…seeing that I am now wed to you."
He gave you a hard look, his gaze dark and dangerous as his eyes rake up and down your body. A long silence filled the space between you as you stared one another down.
"Come here," he commanded, his tone stern but his voice quiet. yet
"No."
He tilted his head and a wicked smile took over his face. Amusement lit up within his eyes as a new goal took over him. He took a couple more steps toward you, stalking closer like some predator to its prey as he sized you up.
"Perhaps I will teach you some respect."
A chill ran down your spine, but you refused to stand down as you glared at him. He stood before you, raising a hand to touch your cheek. You smacked it away. "Don't touch me."
He breathed a laugh, looking you up and down. You moved to take a step back, to put more space between the two of you as an unsettling feeling settled into your skin.
But before you could lift your foot, his hand was wrapping firmly around your throat and pulling you close to him. You gasped out of shock, bringing your hands up to his own to pry it off of you as you stared wide-eyed at him.
"Such strong will you've got," he said, sighing deeply. "I wonder how easy it would be to break it." Your breath was shallow as you clenched your jaw. He hummed, moving his hand up in a harsh trail to your jaw, where his thumb and fingers dug into your flesh and made you hiss from the pain. "Your job is to produce my heirs, little cat, nothing more. You will do as I say."
You huffed. "I am not a whore."
"No," he said. "But you are my wife now…and you will breed if I say you will."
"I will not."
He laughed, a loud one deep in his chest as he pulled you closer by your neck. You were trembling in his grasp, the stubbornness turning to fear as his eyes trailed your face and stopped at your lips.
"You don't have a choice."
He shoved you away, and you stumbled to the ground. You stood quickly, trying to put more distance between you. But you had nowhere to go. You watched as he slowly advanced.
He backed you against the large table in his chambers, the wood digging uncomfortably into your back. He trapped you, grabbing roughly at your waist and regarding you with a primal grin.
"Wait," you begged, leaning back as you grabbed the table for support. "Wait, please. I'm sorry." He pulled back slightly, looking over you as he took in this new sense of fright. You swallowed thickly, staring at him as you trembled, tears pricking at your eyes and threatening to spill. You sighed shakily. "Please don't."
You received no sympathy as a wolfish grin took his face. "Look at you," he teased, laughing again as his hand found your neck again. "Not as strong as I thought then."
His lips crashed down upon yours, a bruising kiss that had lips mashing with teeth, breaking skin and filling your mouth with the taste of blood. You tried to push him away, grabbing at his arms and peeling them off you only for him to grab you again in a rougher grip than before.
You whined against his lips, still trying and failing to push him away from you. He lifted your chin, his hot breath enveloping your neck as he bared his teeth, burying them in your throat and making you yelp.
You grabbed at his hand uselessly. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made your blood pump furiously beneath your skin. Desperate to remove him from you, you managed to shove him away with your foot. He stumbled backwards. You took no time to catch your breath as you turned to run. You didn't know where you were going, but you ran.
Daemon watched with an amused smirk, wiping his mouth and advancing toward you again. You hardly got far before his hand was hooking around your neck and pulling you right back against him, your back flush against his front as his hot mouth and breath lingered at your ear.
"I stand corrected," he purred, biting your earlobe.
You shuddered under his grasp. "Please," he watched a tear slip down your cheek. "Don't hurt me."
"Oh," he breathed, pressing his lips against the crook of your shoulder and savoring the way you closed your eyes and whined. "Where's the fun in that?"
He held your body against his own with a tight grasp around you, his arms wrapped around your body and over your arms as his hands roamed your figure hungrily.
It all happened so fast. And he was so uninterested before, you admit, you had become a little cocky with your words the more comfortable you became with your detest for him. You never expected anything like this to happen—although you probably should have.
His hands found the neckline of your dress, and with a monstrous tear, he ripped it down the middle until it pooled in rags around you. He removed each layer from you like some beast tearing the flesh from a quivering animal with its sharpened tooth.
And when you were bare, another rush of adrenaline filled your veins and built another fight in you, a fire that would soon be overcome by a larger, more furious one.
"Daemon, stop!" you shouted in false bravado, kicking your feet to get him away, only to feed his hunger for this enticing hunt you created.
His large hand groped your breast, and you clenched your eyes shut at the sensation of it. You were trapped, and you couldn't do anything about it as he walked you to the table and shoved you to lay on it. Your cheek pressed against the wood, and you could almost swear you felt splinters poking at your skin. But the wood was so smooth, you could have been imagining it.
He bent down, confining you once more as his lips and tongue and teeth clashed with the skin of the back of your neck, your shoulder, your back. He licked and sucked and bit until you were sure you'd be covered in bruises, the marks of his claim coloring your skin red and purple by morning.
"You taste magnificent, little cat," he purred before biting your earlobe once more. A cold tear ran down your cheek as you shuddered, and a dark chuckle slipped from his chest. "Such beautiful tears you've got. Like crystals."
You yelped as his hand smacked down on your ass, gripping the flesh immediately after in a vice grip that burned.
Your whole body jerked when you felt his fingers press between your thighs to feel your cunt, baring your teeth and biting back another whimper. "Oh, that's no good," he remorsed, acknowledging the lack of slickness between your thighs as his crude fingers continued to feel you. "We'll just have to fix that. You do not want to take this dry, I'll tell you that. Especially not when you're this tight. You've needed a good fucking, haven't you, little cat?"
You could hear the smirk on his voice, and it made your skin prickle, a chill running down your spine that soured and turned to fire in your belly when he shoved two fingers inside of you. You clenched around him and tried to hide your face away on the table.
"Daemon, please," you begged. "Please, please, please."
He thrust them deeper, exploring more of you as he listened to your stifled moans and cries. "I know, little thing. You don't want my fingers inside of you… you want my cock, don't you?"
You shivered as another cry shook you at that. He continued, "You do. I can see it. You want my hard cock inside of you, you need it." He shoved his fingers in deeper, adding a third that curled harshly inside you and allowed waves of arousal to coat his fingers. "You need my thick cock in your tight little cunt to fill you with my dragonborn sons and daughters."
He kept thrusting, his pace picking up faster and harder as he set a cruel rhythm. You couldn't help clenching around him, opposing the invasion as the searing pleasure tore through your body.
"You were so confident," he said, his voice suddenly right next to your ear, "until I got my hands on you. You were just begging for someone to put you in your place."
You gripped the edge of the table, wanting nothing more than to sink into the ground and disappear, let the Stranger take you away from this cruel world and deliver you to sleep.
"Look at you," he snickered, pulling his hand from you with a sickening squelch. "Wetting my hands like a common whore. Perhaps you needed this more than I realized."
Your legs trembled, and you wrapped your arms around your head to cover your face, to hide away from him. You startled when you felt his hand reach out and comb through your hair, starting from the beginning of your scalp and working his way back until he suddenly gripped a handful of your hair at the base and pulled. He made you look at him, you closed your eyes and whimpered at the pain.
"Open your eyes," he said calmly, staring at your face as you refused. His grip in your hair tightened as his voice lowered to a dangerous register as he nearly growled. "Open your eyes, little cat."
You followed his orders, afraid of the consequences otherwise. He watched another tear join the rest of them streaked along your cheeks, your eyes wet and pathetic as he fed off your misery. "Well, you needn't worry," he whispered, faux sympathy poisoning his tone. "I'll fuck you like you need to be fucked."
He yanked at your hair again, pulling you up to stand and ignoring the way you cried at the pain. He led you to the bed, letting you go with a small shove so you stood in front of it. He gestured to the bed. "On your knees."
You stood frozen, covering your body as you hung your head. You were shaking. He didn't care.
"On your knees."
You bit your trembling lip, moving slowly as you set your knee on the edge of the bed and slowly moving forward until you were sitting as he told you: on your knees, humiliated and cold.
He pressed his hand to your back, and the rest of his body followed to hold you as he harshly kissed the back of your shoulder again, more teeth than lips. Then he pushed you forward so you held yourself on your hands.
"Look at you," he remarked again, another chuckle echoing in his chest. "I shall make a bride of you yet."
You listened to him strip, taking his sweet time to remove every piece of clothing he had from his body and let it drop to the floor like sacks. You waited, hating the suspense. And you flinched when his hand found your dripping cunt, slipping through your lips and leaving just as quick.
There was a quite suckling sound, and then he spoke again. "Mm, you should taste yourself. Such sweet nectar."
His fingers prodded at your lips, you sealed them closed as you tried to move your face away, but he wasn't having it. He smeared your slickness all over your lips and down your chin and cupped your jaw with his cruel fingers. "Taste it."
You let out a choked sob as you slowly opened your mouth. His fingers invaded your mouth the same way they did your pussy, thrusting harshly in and out between your lips as you tasted yourself on them. You breathed heavily around his fingers as he pushed down on your tongue, spread them apart to make your tongue lick between them, adamant on making you lick every drop of your arousal off of his hand.
He finally removed his hand, and you could breathe again as you hung your head and gasped. You felt your blood run cold at the sound of wet skin on skin, a steady shlick making you clench, rejecting what you knew was coming, what you knew you couldn't fight.
You expected him to say something, to whisper in your ear to make you shiver, to taunt you as he fed off your humiliation and loathing.
Without warning, he shoved his cock into you, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust. It was much worse than if he had warned you beforehand. You'd found safety in his predictability, his need to tease you gave warning to what he intended to do when he intended to do it. He'd taken even that from you.
He groaned as he settled deeply within you. "Ondoso se gods…" he muttered under his breath, taking your hips and pulling you back as he ground inside of you. "Now I know why you were so eager," he breathed. "This is a virgin's cunt."
You gripped the sheets of the bed and clenched, wanting to force him out but unable to. He was bigger than you, faster than you, stronger than you. He was carved by war, bled and seasoned by it. If you thought there was a chance you won this fight, you were dumber than he thought.
He pulled out of you, an agonizingly slow drag that emptied you out until he suddenly thrust back in with a harsh thrust. The pleasure burned. As his patience began to wear thin, he was rid of all his slow, tempered thrust and resolved to piston inside of you like a hungry beast.
His hips snapped into your ass with every thrust, in and out was his fast rhythm that split you apart on his cock. You gripped the sheets and squeezed his cock and cried as the ecstasy of his intrusion tore you apart.
You whimpered and moaned, unable to help the way your sobs left you as he grunted and groaned about how good he must be making you feel.
His hand snaked around your waist and between your thighs to find your clit, and he pressed down harshly as he moved to make you cum. The pleasure spasmed when he touched you and you hated it.
His relentless thrusts ached as he built you up. When you came, your whole body shattered and you cried out, your arms giving out as you fell forward into the bed and muffled your sob. Your thighs shook and it took far too long for the shocks of pleasure to simmer. You hated yourself for letting it feel so good.
A hand cracked down on your ass once more as he pulled you close again by the waist. "You fucking loved that, I could tell," he breathed. "You clenched around me so tight. Even now your cunt is sucking me in."
You pulled weakly at the bedsheets. "Daemon, please…"
"So sweet… begging for me like some cock-drunk whore," he smiled. "Oh, my little cat… I'm going to fuck my cum so deep inside of you, you'll feel me dripping out of you for days."
He pulled out of you, and you let out a breath. In the same breath, he flipped you onto your back and spread your legs wide with his calloused hands. You fought to close them, but to no avail—not to your surprise.
He spread you open and sunk into you once more, grasping your jaw with his hand shaped into claws as he made you look at him. He thrust into you, deep and fast, his breath almost like a groan in his chest. "Look at me," he ordered. You obeyed, albeit hesitantly, on the first command.
"Such obedience," he praised. "You love it when I fuck you like this? When I force open your legs and take what is mine?" You wanted to shake your head and throw your hands and shove him off, but you were trapped and already broken in enough. His free hand grabbed at your thigh and clawed into your flesh, tearing you apart like he was doing to you now.
"Of course, you do. I know you do," he continued. His hips continued to snap into yours, shoving deeper and rougher into you in a way that made it hard to contain moans that came from the sick pleasure curling within you, burning in your belly and fueling the tears in your eyes. But you were quieter than before, your sobs realizing they were getting you nowhere and accepting that this would be your life now. You could do nothing but lay there and take it as he fucked you, taking his pleasure from you like he would the spoils of war.
And he lasted too long. He held you down and kissed and bit and sucked and clawed at your flesh. He taunted and teased you, made you cum at least twice more with his insistent fingers as the pleasure seared in your belly like a corrosive flame ruining you from the inside out. You winced and whimpered and could do no more.
You didn't know how long you were there. It felt like forever, his relentless thrusts becoming numb to your sore body as you let him use you.
He sat up, pulling you into his lap as he fucked you in a newer, deeper angle. "I'm going to breed you now," he smirked, his strong hands keeping you close as he impaled you on his cock with a new determination. His white hair had fallen messily in his eyes by now, his lips pink and his eyes blown wide with lust.
"Would you like that? Would you like me to plant my seed in your quivering little cunt and make you an heir?" You stared up at him, your eyes tired as you watched him taunt you. Apparently, the question had not been rhetorical as his hand grips your jaw again and sets your head straight. "Answer me, little cat."
A war went off in your mind. If you said no, he'd likely to subject you to more horror, drag out the moment longer than he needed just to make you endure this torture a little while longer. If you came again, the shame would be so thick and so deep, you likely would not survive it.
But if you agreed to him, you would be admitting defeat. You would officially be his little plaything for him to use whenever he felt a little too pent up one moment or bored the next.
But another moment of this would bring more emotional turmoil than you have the heart for right now…
"Well?" he wondered, grinding his hips deep within you as he continued to claw your face, barely holding on enough as his head bowed with his thrusts. You whispered, but he just tilted his head to listen closer to your barely audible voice. "What?"
"Yes…" you whispered.
"Yes, what? What would you like, little cat?" he smiled wide, triumphant in his ability to break you so easily.
You swallowed thickly, your saliva like syrup at the embarrassment. "Yes, Prince Daemon… I want," a new, tiny sob choked out of you as the words stuck in your throat, "I want you to…to breed me."
The pride shone in his gaze like the sun, harsh and bright. "That's a very good girl, you are. I'm so very proud of you," he said as he kissed you roughly again. His hips began to snap harder into your once more, and you felt the unsteadiness of the rhythm, the desperation of the chase for his release hot in your belly.
And when he came, he pulled you down by his hips and pushed so deeply inside of you, it hurt. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, reaching his peak with a roar as he spilled his hot, fiery cum inside of your cunt and fucked it in to stay. You mewled and grabbed uncomfortably at his arms as you lay through the whole ordeal, hating his grabby hands and his thick, pulsing cock and his depraved sounds above you. The warmth filled you like tar.
He cursed under his breath in a language foreign to you. After grinding his hips for longer than he needed, he finally pulled out of you and put an end to your misery. You sighed in relief, laying back as he sat up and removed his heavy weight from your body.
He stared down at you, completely flustered and spent but well enough to tease some more. "Look at you," he shook his head. "Pathetic whore hungry for my cock."
You didn't look at him, turning your head to the side and laying there as he kept your legs open with his body between yours. He chuckled deep in his throat and smacked your side, earning little more than a near silent yelp.
You flinched when his hand found your cunt again, this time filled and smeared with both your cum and his. His long middle finger shoved inside of you and then back inside. With no warning, he placed his hand at your mouth. Another fight kicked through your veins, though noticeably less fueled than the last.
"Ah-ah," he tutted. "Open your mouth and see how well we taste together, little cat. If you don't, I have other things I can do with that little mouth of yours."
His threat was clear as day as you obeyed. Cracking your mouth open, he smeared your mixed release over your lips again and finally delved into your mouth to make you lick every single drop from his fingers. It was salty and sweet, and you hated it.
"Such a good, pathetic little girl, you are." He pulled his fingers from your mouth and sighed longingly. "Was that so hard?"
He shoved you off his lap, discarding you like trash as he stood to tidy himself once more. And once he finished, he blew out the remaining candles in the room and spared you not a single glance and not a single word more. He rolled over on the bed beside you and eased himself to sleep.
You lay there, staring at the sealing as the soreness in your limbs spread deeper and deeper until it reached your very soul. A heaviness took you, weighed down your heart until you were naught but a body on a bed next to a dark prince. A numbness ate away at your toes, at your fingertips, until the even numbness disappeared and was replaced by a terrible grief when the thoughts of the night flashed behind your eyes like a terrible dream.
And you began to sob. Softly, as not to wake Daemon and invoke him into another frenzy, you cried and hated the way it did not cleanse your soul. You belonged to him, his little wife, his little cat to prey on. You were just a dragon's whore now. Nothing more, nothing less.
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⌗ 𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘐𝘈𝘍 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ( ♱ )
— 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐, 𝘔𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳, 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐, 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐, 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐𝘐, 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 <3
˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑹 ─ ♕
Possessive Protector
Aegon would view his sister as a crucial part of his reign, an extension of his own power and influence. He would be intensely protective, viewing any threat to you as a threat to his realm. His love would be as fierce as his ambition, and he would go to great lengths to ensure your safety and happiness, often equating the two. He might call you "My Queen," elevating you above all others in title and in his heart. His demonstration of love would be grand gestures, like dedicating victories or conquests in your name. His obsession is less about controlling you and more about ensuring your safety and happiness, albeit in a way that places you within a golden cage. He would be intensely protective, using his power to shield you from any perceived threat. He would lavishing you with gifts and luxuries from across the Seven Kingdoms, Aegon makes sure you have everything you desire—except freedom.
As you walked through the gardens, Aegon's arm never left your side, his presence a towering fortress that no fear could penetrate. "All this," he gestured to the sprawling city beyond, "is yours, as much as I'm yours. Together, there is nothing we cannot conquer."
𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑳 ─ ⸸
Ruthless Dominator
Maegor's love would be terrifying in its intensity. He would see any perceived slight against you as a personal affront, worthy of his cruellest retribution. His way of showing love would be to remove any and all obstacles to your happiness—often permanently. He might refer to you as "My Heart," a term of endearment that suggests you are the only softness in his hardened world. His demonstrations of affection would be acts of protection and vengeance, ensuring you are untouchable and revered. He sees you as his alone, reacting violently to any perceived competition or dissent. His love is a suffocating force, controlling every aspect of your life. To Maegor, you are a possession, the only person he believes can understand him, yet someone he fears losing to the point of paranoia.
In the quiet of the night, Maegor whispered promises of undying loyalty and protection, his words a stark contrast to the tales of his ruthlessness. "You are mine," he growls, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And those who dare even think to harm you will face my wrath," he vowed, a dark promise that chilled you to the bone yet filled you with a perverse sense of safety.
𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑺𝑬 ─ ✦
Benevolent Guardian
Jaehaerys's approach would be gentler, his love grounded in respect and a deep desire for your well-being. He would go to great lengths to ensure you have a voice and agency, rare for the times. He might call you "My Light," seeing you as the beacon that guides his rule. His love would be shown through acts of kindness and the creation of laws that protect and empower you. He would be your unwavering supporter, always seeking to resolve conflicts in your favor. Jaehaerys's love is subdued and patient, believing deeply in the power of his bond with you. He's protective in a way that seeks to uplift and support you, though he struggles with the idea of you wanting anything—or anyone—beyond him. He treat you with kindness and respect, always striving to ensure your happiness and fulfillment, yet subtly steering you away from any paths that lead away from him. He sees you as his partner in every aspect, the wisdom behind his throne, yet fears the thought of you not needing him as much as he needs you.
Under the vast sky, Jaehaerys took your hand, his touch gentle. "With you, I see a future bright with promise," he said, his voice full of hope. "Together, we will build a realm where love and justice prevail."
𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ 𖤐
Passionate Rebel
Daemon's love would be as fiery as his dragon. He would be impulsively protective, often acting first on his emotions. His term of endearment might be "My Flame," indicative of the burning intensity of his love. His way of showing affection would be through daring acts meant to impress you, sometimes bordering on recklessness. He would see you as his equal in spirit and adventure, always seeking to include you in his escapades. Daemon's obsession is wild and untamed, driven by a desire for your attention and adoration. He craves a partner in his adventures, sometimes at the cost of your own wishes or safety. He might keep secrets from you to "protect" you, believing that the end justifies the means.
As you soared above the clouds on dragonback, Daemon's laughter echoed through the sky. "With you, every risk is worth taking," he shouted over the roar of the wind, his eyes alight with wild love.
𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ✿
Gentle Watcher
Baelon would be the type to show his love through constant, steadfast companionship. He would be protective but in a more reserved manner, always there to offer a supporting hand rather than leaping into battle. He might affectionately call you "My Blossom," seeing you as the rejuvenating force in his life. His demonstrations of love would be thoughtful gifts and gestures, each meant to remind you of his unwavering presence in your life. Baelon's obsession is quieter, more reflective. He deeply values your presence in his life, seeing you as a guiding light. His protection is more about ensuring your happiness and less about control. He treat you with tenderness and care, always attentive to your needs and desires, even if it means putting his own aside. He sees you as his sanctuary, the peace he turns to in a tumultuous world, yet fears the day you might find sanctuary elsewhere.
In the quiet sanctuary of your shared chambers, Baelon offered you a rare book, its pages filled with tales of legendary heroes. "To inspire us both," he said softly, his gaze warm with admiration and love, "for you are the truest hero in my eyes."
𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ✞
Paranoid Sovereign
In his youth, before madness took a strong grip, Aerys's love would have been passionate, marked by high highs and low lows. His affection could be overwhelming, suffused with an intensity that's both captivating and daunting. He would see you as his sanctuary, the only person he could trust, calling you "My Solace." His demonstrations of love would be lavish, yet erratic, reflecting his increasingly unpredictable nature. He would be extremely protective, seeing threats in shadows, often acting irrationally to safeguard you from real and imagined dangers. Initially tender and loving, his treatment becomes erratic, with moments of warmth punctuated by sudden, baseless accusations and demands for proof of your loyalty. He show his love through lavish gifts and public declarations of your importance to him, which slowly become attempts to isolate you from perceived threats.
Within the confines of the Red Keep, Aerys held you close, his gaze flickering with a mix of devotion and an edge of something darker. "You are the only light in a realm filled with snakes and shadows," he whispered, his touch both tender and possessive.
𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ＊
Desperate Dreamer
Viserys's love would be fraught with desperation and a deep-seated fear of loss. His affection would be possessive, driven by the fear of losing another pillar of his identity. Having faced so much hardship, he would cling to you as his one true claim to happiness, calling you "My Treasure." His way of showing love would be through promises of future grandeur, envisioning a life where you both reign supreme. His protective nature would stem from his paranoia of losing you, just as he lost everything else, leading to controlling behavior masked as concern.
In the dim light of your meager shelter, Viserys's fingers traced the lines of your face as if memorizing each detail. "Soon, we'll return to our home," he murmured with a fervor born of desperation, "and I'll crown you as my queen, my only love."
𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ♫
Melancholic Poet
Rhaegar's approach to love would be deeply emotional, tinged with melancholy and a sense of destiny. He would view you as his fated companion, calling you "My Muse." His demonstrations of love would be poetic and thoughtful, often expressed through song or written words. His protective nature would be subtle, more about ensuring your happiness and fulfillment, believing that your paths are inextricably linked by the stars themselves. He treat you with a gentle yet distant affection, often lost in his thoughts and prophecies, struggling to balance his visions with the reality of your relationship.
On the shores of the Quiet Isle, Rhaegar played his harp under the moonlight, the soft melody a testament to his undying affection. "In every life, in every world, I'd find you," he said, his voice low, "for our souls are bound by the music of the universe."
𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑬𝒀𝑬 ─ 𓆸
Vengeful Warrior
Aemond's love would be fierce, marked by a warrior's intensity and a readiness to confront any challenge. He would refer to you as "My Victory," seeing your affection as the most significant triumph of his life. His way of showing love would be through acts of protection and a readiness to engage in battle for your honor. His possessiveness could manifest in jealousy, quick to perceive rivals for your affection as enemies to be vanquished. He treat you with a volatile mix of passion and jealousy, often viewing any attention you give to others as a challenge to his claim over you.
Amidst the ruins of a conquered castle, Aemond declared his undying loyalty to you, his single eye burning with a fervent promise. "To the ends of the earth, I'd fight to keep you safe," he vowed, his arm around you a steel band of protection as he whispered in your ear "I would die for you."
𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑹 ─ ☁︎
Broken Monarch
Aegon's obsession would be tied to his lack of love, seeing you as his whole world. He would call you "My World" or "My Crown," indicating both his affection and his aspirations where you are concerned. His love is demanding, expecting your loyalty and affection as his sister. His demonstrations of love would be grandiose, aimed at solidifying both his and your status. His protectiveness would stem from a desire to be loved, viewing threats to you as threats to himself, and he would not hesitate to use his resources to eliminate such threats. Through public displays of favor and privilege, making sure everyone knows of your special status, yet this often feels more like marking his territory than genuine affection. He treat you with a mix of indulgence and expectation, showering you with gifts and attention but always with the underlying demand for your undivided loyalty and love.
In the opulent halls of the Red Keep, Aegon placed a delicate crown upon your head, his gaze locked with yours. "Together, we are invincible," he proclaimed, "and I will let no one, nothing, stand in our way."
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Five times the Rogue Prince made you cry
Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Warning: Daemon being Daemon, mentions of dubcon, angst and heartbreak?
Also: Not proofread – as always. Are we even surprised at this point?
The first time he had made you cry; was the second time you had met him. The first time you had met him was at a celebration at the Red Keep, his eyes had been glued to you the moment they had come across you. You weren’t sure what had drawn him to you, because you and everyone else were aware of his preferences – and you were nothing like the ideal woman that he was surely after. What you were sure of, however, was the feeling of discomfort and dread wash over you as his eyes burned into your skin. You had excused yourself early and parted from your friends and family before he had the chance to approach you.
After that, you saw him as he was invading your city, causing havoc and brutally cutting down everyone that came across him. Your wide teary eyes, filled with grief and hatred, had met his wicked ones before you turned around and ran. Ran until your legs burned – begging you to stop and rest. But you couldn’t. The sound of him hot on your tail haunting you and forcing you to push your muscles beyond their limits, scared of what he might do to you if he caught you.
The only thing that saved you that night was you jumping off a cliff and into the deep dark sea – lucky that you hadn’t hit your head on a stone upon breaching through the water surface. Before the Rogue Prince could reach the waters, you had managed to run into the woods and hide.
The second time he had made you cry was in the free city of Braavos. After having escaped that horrible night, you had not returned home to look for any remaining family – in fear of running across the Rogue Prince and having to face the reality of losing your family. Instead, you had traveled to Braavos to start a new life and to find the faceless men, for the world was not kind to helpless girls or women – you needed to learn how to fend for yourself. After weeks of trying to coax your way into the guild you finally made it into it. Moons pass by, before you cross paths with the Rogue Prince again. You don’t see him until he is just a few feet away from you, his hand reaching out towards you, his eyes filled with the same electric excitement as that night. You turned around just in time, stumbling back a few steps when your brain registered his Targaryen features. When you finally realized you turned around and ran, the blonde prince right behind you.
You felt a wave of nausea hit you at the Déjà vu, the situation so ironic that it made you want to laugh. You were thankful that you had spent a good amount of time exploring the city as you maneuvered through narrow alleys, pushing random objects to the floor behind you to slow the prince down.
Why was he here? Had he been searching for you? If so, why?
When you spotted the temple of the Faceless-Men your eyes lit up, but before you could relax the thought of luring a stranger to the guild to the temple would be fatal. You’d be in trouble with the Faceless-Men, and it was never wise to show your hideout to your enemy. Which is why you took a sharp turn, stumbling in the process. Fuck. Fear consumed your body when a hand shot out, grasping the back of your shirt with inhuman strength, pulling you back into the hard chest of your captor. You had lost. His strong arms wrapped around you, caging you in.
“I finally got you, little bird.” He chuckled into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your cheek like dragon fire, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. You had started thrashing around immediately; kicking your legs, pushing your elbow into his sides but nothing seemed to help – his grip was like iron around you. His embrace would be your personal birdcage from then on. The more you seemed to put up a fight, the wider the smirk on his face grew. As impatient as Daemon was, he quickly grew tired of your tantrum, the elbow that had managed to hit him in the face was the last straw. He quickly turned you around before bending down to throw you over his shoulder, his arm wrapping tightly around your thighs. He wouldn’t take any more chances. He would not lose you again. After walking across the whole city, he had stopped in the middle of nowhere. When you heard the screech of his Dragon you felt tears burn behind your eyes. You truly had lost.
When he heaved you up onto the dragon, a lone tear rolled down your cheek. When he climbed up behind you, his arms immediately wrapping around you possessively the rest of your tears followed.
“Let’s go home, riñītsos.”
The third time he had made you cry was shortly after the second time. Instead of King’s Landing he had taken you to Dragonstone, locking you into one of the rooms before disappearing for a few days. The maids had been the only people you had seen over those days. They had washed you, dressed you and fed you, before disappearing again. On the fifth day, the Maids had entered your room in a rush, carrying a beautiful gown into your chambers before ushering you into the bathroom. A weird feeling had spread through your body; the gown looked like a wedding-gown, the feeling of nausea rushed over you, weakening your knees and if you hadn’t been seated in the hot water you would have surely fainted. The urge to throw up had grown worse when you were seated in front of the vanity, the maids working on your hair and applying some kohl and tint onto your trembling lips. Afterwards you were forced into the beautiful gown, the corset was tied tightly, and you had wished for the corset to completely cut of your airstream and suffocate you. But fate wasn’t that kind.
The maids had left you after that, but you hadn’t been left alone for long as the Rogue Prince entered your chambers with a wide grin on his face.
“Gods – you look beautiful, riñītsos. Have you missed me?” He came to stand behind you, his chest touching your back as he pressed his nose into your hair, taking in your scent.
When you had stepped away from him, he tutted his tongue, pulling you towards him again. You had tried your best to avoid looking him in the eyes, but you couldn’t help but look up when you felt the feeling of cold metal on your neck and chest. Your hand flew up to touch the necklace, looking down to see the beautiful ruby gemstones encased by dragon claws. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He whispered as you examined it silently. “It’s my wedding gift.”
At the word wedding your whole body tensed up again. You had immediately started protesting, your hands frantically trying to unclasp the necklace, but the prince had only chuckled at your pathetic attempt. “No? What do you think will happen, if you start running again, little bird? Do you really think that you can escape me? Escape from Dragonstone?” The silence that had followed was loud, followed by a low, haunting chuckle. He had been right. You couldn’t escape.
That day you had cried in front of the sept as you were bound to the man you feared most in front of his gods. That day you had cried yourself to sleep after he had defiled you – after he had greedily taken everything from you until exhaustion finally took over you.
The fourth time he had made you cry was when Daemon had stormed into your chambers, an unreadable look on his face as he approached you with big steps. You had been scared, your body still sore from the previous night but instead of bending you over as he liked to do most of the nights, he had kneeled in front of you – hugging your body and pressing his face into your stomach.
“My little dragon. Thank you, ābrazȳrys.” He had said, before pressing soft kisses onto your stomach, his hands squeezing your bottom as he took in a deep breath. “The maester informed me you’re with child, little bird.”
His words had made your heart skip a bit, the feeling of anxiety threatening to consume your nerve as your eyes had widened in shock. You were pregnant with his child.
“You are mine forever, riñītsos.”
The fifth time you had cried was when you caught him kiss his niece in a dark corridor – the pregnancy hormones had messed with your feelings you had told yourself as you had run back to the safety of the room. You had cried and cried, clutching onto the front of your dress at your heart’s betrayal. You had fallen for your captor. And your captor had cheated on you.
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{A fool of a brother}
//Fannon!Teenage!Daemon x Fannon!Teenage!F!Reader//
Daemon travels to the Vale to retrieve a particular lady Arryn. (Read part two here)
Daemon had heard of you, mostly from his elder brother the king Viserys who held a soft spot for you in his heart, being the only sister his wife Aemma had.
Quite honestly speaking Daemon was jealous. Jealous of how his brother would compare him to you at every mischievous stunt he pulled to gain his older brother’s attention. Daemon knew so much of you and your life through the letters you wrote to Aemma, the ones he would secretly steal. He heard of the tales of your beauty and simply shrugged them off, you didn’t have the light blonde or silver valyrian hair that your sister did but inherited your father’s hair that you would braid and throw over your shoulder.
You were a devout follower of the faith the back of your hair veiled with a translucent blue veil that showed the colour of your house. Daemon had accumulated so much information on you that it was driving him mad. He wanted to take caraxes to the vale and demand to see you and he probably would have if his brother didn’t need him by his side.
Daemon didn’t understand why everyone who met you seemed so captivated with you. You weren’t a dragon rider like Rhaenys, You weren’t a warrior like Visenya and you certainly weren’t Aegon.
When Aemma had given birth to a healthy baby girl, she grew frail from the childbirth and it was uncertain as to whether she would live after the intense labour she endured. Blood seeped down in the sheets. Viserys didn’t know what to do, Aemma pleaded to see you one last time every time she was on the brink of unconsciousness, he should have been smarter and summoned you to kings landing at the start of the pregnancy.
Aemma was in and out of unconsciousness her body drenched with cold sweat.
“What is happening brother?” Daemon asked standing at the door of the bedchamber not daring to enter.
Viserys opened up his eyes red from the constant rubbing and worrying.
“Lets go for a walk, keep the handmaidens with the Queen” he said moving out to the corridor waiting for Viserys to join him.
“What is it? Is Aemma not to live through this?” He asked his hand holding Viserys’ shoulder.
“I am not sure of it..the maesters..the maesters seem bloody useless” he sighed “she wants me to get her sister, the lady Arryn from the vale” he sighed rubbing his face once more. “There is no time, Daemon” he said
“Pity” he said. He didn’t plan on telling his brother he would retrieve you for him if that was what he wished Daemon truly loved his brother and would happily ride caraxes to bring over this mysterious lady Arryn he had oddly even dreamt meeting. Perhaps he had wanted to do this for himself instead. He dreamt of you to be a kind, quiet woman an innocent one over whom he could hold an advantage over.
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He placed his dragon riding vest over his body. Approaching the red sleek dragon caraxes patting its snout and pressing his forehead to the dragon’s side calming it.
Caraxes had a shrilling cry that could very much deafen a person. It was a miracle Daemon’s hearing remained as is. He climbed onto caraxes swiftly pulling to the skies above. He would get you to comply with his wishes and get you to kingslanding and win his brother’s approval. How difficult could you be?
The journey took hours but caraxes felt the adrenaline running through Daemon and felt the same letting out shrill cries. Free in the skies away from kingslanding approaching the gloomy climate of the Vale, Daemon could see the Eyrie. You would be there. His curiosity to see you drove him mad. Caraxes circled the stronghold of the Arryn’s as Caraxes let out excited whistles waiting for Daemon to order him to unleash fire on the castle.
Daemon had other plans, fire was the last thing he wanted in this situation. His dragon resting on the bridge destroying a little of it as its weight pressed on the brick.
Elys Arryn the lord of the Vale walked out of the Eyrie wondering what the Targaryens could possibly want now.
“My prince, what brings you here with your mighty dragon?” He asked attempting to smile and seem friendly to the obviously large dragon and the rogue prince before him.
“No true Targaryen would pass on a chance to ride their dragon” he said caraxes standing anticipating his next command.
“I am here on order of the king” he said in a bored manner. Arryn men, he hated them.
“And what does he require ?” Lord Arryn asked impatiently clearly confused by the sudden appearance of a prince.
“That is for me and lady Arryn to discuss. You know, your half sister” he said smirking
“He has demanded for my sister?” The Arryn lord asked. He didn’t trust Daemon especially not with you.
“Yes he has, now bring the lady Arryn out. I wish to see her” Daemon said his fingers brushing the pommel of his sword Dark Sister. He would be ready to cut down any lord if he was denied. If the king was denied.
You walked out in the bridge of the eyrie. Making your way through the crowded lords. Everyone eying you, what business did the king have with you? Or was it the prince Daemon playing one of his pranks and attempting to sway another woman. It was known that Daemon was to be betrothed to a lady in the Vale, was it you? Prince Daemon disliked by the high folk of the vale. The words of your house being ‘as high as honour’. Daemon had no honour, no modesty and was indulgent in all he pleased. The rogue prince of the seven kingdoms known for deflowering young women.
You approached him, you wore a light blue gown the colour of your house. You were a proud Arryn. A year elder to your sister Aemma, you were NOT fond of king Viserys you hadn’t forgotten the anger you felt when the king had chosen your younger sister as his breeding livestock. The young girl having experienced miscarriages that had weakened the live in her. But viserys relented, he wanted a male heir. It should have been you, you were the older sister why was it you who should have been chosen not your little sister. You should have protected her. She was so young— the guilt ate you up from the inside. You were just a year older but yet you would happily sacrifice yourself in her stead. Viserys loved your sisters silver hair and that was the reason as to why she was chosen. You didn’t know whether to think your dark hair a boon or a bane.
A white veil over the back of your dark hair with a headband embroidered with beautiful pearls. The cuffs of your gowns had little designs of golden coloured birds. You were a sight to behold.
Daemon felt his mind go blank the moment he saw you. How could his brother have passed on you? Perhaps his brother regretted his impulsive choice.
“My lady, I have heard tales of your beauty but none of them do you any justice” daemon said truthfully, you stood with your back straight almost contemplating what to say.
“My prince, is it true that the king has requested for my presence?” You asked plainly. What does Viserys want now?
“It’s more of a command my lady” his eyes lingering on your body taking all of you in. “You look absolutely beautiful” he said complimenting you again. Unlike other women you didn’t blush nor grow embarrassed. Your mind filled with rage over the fact that viserys had the nerve to send for you like a dog.
“And why is it he commands for me?” You asked suspiciously
“The king does not require a reason but I shall tell you the truth the queen has given birth” he said waiting for you to ask him more questions
“And the babe is healthy?” You asked “is it a boy?”
“A healthy baby girl” daemon confirmed “they are thinking through names”
“That’s wonderful news” your sister’s pregnancies would not end with a daughter you knew, viserys would still long for a male heir as demanded by the council and his people. But you were happy that a babe survived the trials and was born healthy.
“The queen is weak, the queen wishes to see you in case she does not make it” daemon explained seeing his stubborn you would be if he kept you in the dark.
“And I suppose you’ve come to take me on dragon?” You asked.
“Smart one aren’t you?” He smirked looking at caraxes who screeched loudly. “You have never ridden a dragon have you?” He asked extending his hand for you to take. You looked to your half brother nodding and telling him you would be back sooner or later. As much as Elys would have liked to keep you safe in the eyrie he could not go against the king’s or queen’s orders.
“What a pity a Targaryen never experiencing what it is to be a dragon rider”
“Well you must remember that I am half Arryn because of my father’s blood” you said accepting his gloved hand.
“But yet you share the blood of the old king and the good queen just as I do” he said in a persuading almost seductive tone. His hand holding yours pressing it to caraxes scales so he would get comfortable with your presence. You patted the beast lightly. Daemon tutted holding your hand firmer onto the dragon’s scales. His hand was bigger than yours but still fit it perfectly. Daemon must have felt it as well.
“Can you climb my dragon or do you need assistance?” he asked mischievously as you stood beside him looking at his dragon Caraxes
you looked at the red beast before you. “yes I am quite capable of climbing, thankyou” you retorted. How the hell does one ride a dragon? Caraxes was smaller in size as compared to other dragons but yet you felt as though you were scaling a hill. Like hell you were going to ask Daemon for help. Your feet slipping off Caraxes. Suddenly you felt strong hands on your thighs pushing you up his hand squeezed the fat of your thigh slipping to brush against your ass as he climbed behind you setting you in the front of him. He had a smug smile on his face as he held you infront of him his hand wrapping around your waist. “You are taking quite the liberty in touching me”
“Vile accusations” he smirked his face close to yours to gorge your reaction. You quickly turned your face away at how close he was you could feel his breath on your lips and it was inappropriate, an unwed lady travelling in such close proximity to a man such as Daemon?
“But I would have to hold you like this when we take flight…unless you wish to fall off?” He said smirking his eyes boring into yours. “With your consent of course”
“Just take me to the Queen, my sister” you said cutting him off. You weren’t going to trust Daemon or his intentions. Caraxes lifted of off the bridge of eyrie as he swept the clouds with his wingspan.
Daemon’s mind was filled with ways to annoy you and get your attention “why are you unwed?” He asked pretending to be genuine but he just couldn’t hide the smirk.
“Why are you unwed?” You repeated the question directed to him.
“I’m sure you’ve heard I’m betrothed to the bronze bitch” he scowled thinking of the brown haired woman who donned armour of house Royce.
“Bronze bitch?” You asked you anger aroused so very quickly “you speak so crudely of a beautiful woman?”
“Beauty? A sheep would be more fuckable” he said chuckling at his own comment. Would it be okay to throw him off his own dragon? You thought.
“But sadly you lack a few things the lady Rhea does not” you returned his smirk.
“There is nothing desirable that I lack” he laughed
“Oh— but you do” your smirk growing “you lack character”
“Character is not required for a prince like me” he retorted his smirk faltering just slightly, the prince trying to not take offense to your insult
“Yes but you are a mere second prince, the spare” you said looking straight at the sun behind the misty clouds.
“A second prince of the seven kingdoms and the heir to the crown” heir? You looked to him
“I wasn’t aware you were named heir” you said feigning surprise.
“I wasn’t” daemon frowned “but sooner or later, the Queen cannot give my brother a son. You should treat me with more respect for if I become king..”
“You really think Viserys is going to name you his heir instead?” You laughed at his idiocy “he’s going to keep trying and trying until finally a boy is born from Aemma” your fingers tightening around the reins.
“Aemma has had years to provide viserys an heir if she cannot I suppose he’ll have to find another cunt to sink his cock in” he spoke in anger, you turned your face around looking at him bewildered by his statement. You were going to smack him across the face once you reached kings landing.
“What if I tell Viserys of this?” You said, he would obviously be extremely upset. He would probably banish daemon and hurry the wedding preparations for daemon’s marriage to Rhea. That would mean daemon would be in the Vale.
Daemon grabbed a hold of your face “if you do that I cannot promise you that I will not exact revenge” he said all sense of friendliness lost.
“What could a second son with no prospects do to me? You would do well to marry into the Royce family. Perhaps you should even take her name..” you chuckled. Daemon was seething with anger his hold over you grew tighter almost as though he was trying to hurt you.
“If I wasn’t knighted I would—” he started
“You have no honour you might as well do what you must.” You said. You heard him cuss you out in soft mutters trying to control his anger. The ride back was too long. Daemon no longer wished to talk to you. Amidst the silence he suddenly said
“Lots of words from you, Queen who could have been” he smirked. He didn’t know you had no attraction or desire to the iron throne unlike himself.
“Lots of words from you, Daemon Royce” you retorted quickly. Daemon rested his head on your shoulder as you put your hand on his face to push him off but he relented stubbornly placing his chin deep in the crevice of your shoulder bone. “Call me Daemon Royce and I promise you. I will make you wish you never met me” he said trying to make you believe he that his threats were very real.
“I cannot believe we both are of same age” you grumbled “you are so immature it is no wonder God made you the second born” you said annoying hun even further. He threw some more insults at you which you threw insults back. The entire journey was a pain in the ass, the two of you yelling at each other at the top of your lungs. By the time you both had reached kingslanding you were sure you had lost your voice. Daemon’s voice and turned gruff and quiet as well. You attempted to climb off his dragon carefully to which he pushed you off when you were a few feet from the ground.
“You little sh—” you said getting back on your feet praying that no one saw the embarrassing fall and whelp you let out. Your legs had gone numb from the dragon ride but you wouldn’t spend another minute in the annoying prince’s presence. You truly felt for Rhea Royce. You walked out of the dragon pit ignoring everyone in your annoyance. You came for your sister. No one else. Daemon was quick to follow your lead
“Quite impolite as well not only to a prince like me but others as well” he noted “you didn’t wish any lord or lady on your way. Do you even know where you are heading?” He asked pulling the back of your dress to bring you to him your back hitting his chest with a thump sound.
“What in the seven hells are you doing now?” You asked your eyes squinting with irritation.
“Winning my brother’s favour, I brought you here. You see he gave me no order I did this out of my own goodwill. That makes me a good man” why the hell was he trying to convince you he was a good person?
“So the king gave no order— you abducted me!” You yelled punching him in the arm. Hard.
“And now you attacked a prince! Are we equal now?” He said rubbing the spot with his hand.
You ended up ignoring him or you knew you would end up spitting more insults at him. But well, now your anger for the Targaryens is split amongst the two brothers now. Daemon led you to to the room Aemma lay in. And you rushed in attempting to shut the door on his face. His strength overpowering you throwing open the door.
King Viserys looked up at the two of you from where he knelt next to his wife Aemma who was unconscious. Daemon shuffled his feet almost nervously before saying “I’ve brought her for you” King Viserys looked in disbelief between his brother and you. He got up from his bed giving his younger brother a silent hug which spoke a thousand thankyous. You sat on the bed next to Aemma trying to wake your sister gently “Aemma” you called her eyes flickering open before shutting them due to the brigtness of the room. The contrast between the darkness of her sleep and the sunlight spaying on your face and hair.
“Sister? Am I dreaming, Viserys?” she asked weakly.
Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of her so vulnerable. How much you had missed her. You didn’t know whether to hug her weak self so you placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’m here Aem” you said brushing her sweaty clumps of hair with your fingers. Aemma seats herself on the bed to get a better look at you “you look just like father” she smiled “and you an Angel Aem” you smiled weakly trying and failing to hold back your tears. “I did it..I gave birth to a healthy babe. A girl” she said “not what the realm wished for but I am happy nonetheless” she said gently her eyes tearing up at the disappointment Viserys must have felt.
“Fuck the realm” you blurted in the presence on the King, the prince, and the the Queen, your sister “I am proud of you, mother would be proud of you. You did so well” you said pulling her to you as you stroked her silver hair.
“Have you seen the babe?” She asked “No I have not” you responded “You see, I was abducted and brought here by the prince Daemon” you jested trying to lighten your mood. Aemma sent a polite smile to daemon “I hope she didn’t cause you any problems” Aemma laughed asking Daemon. “Oh she did, but that’s a conversation for another time” he smirked. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your sisters remark maybe even Daemon’s.
A handmaiden brought in the baby to Aemma and she gently handed you the tiny babe wrapped in the softest of cloths. Viserys sat beside Aemma kissing the top of her hair. Daemon again stood at the door almost ready to leave. But then he looked at your face in that sunlight. Holding the tiny babe with silver hair in your arms. He saw the way you smiled looking at your sister proudly and then you looked at him and your smile didn’t vanish. It stayed as you held the baby in your arms. “Have you seen her? Have you seen our niece?” You asked Daemon. Your long argument almost instantly forgotten when you had your niece in your arms. This was your family as well, Daemon was your family as well. You didn’t want him to leave for some reason.
Daemon cautiously took a few steps further and then a few more standing a few feet away from the bed looking at the babe. “For heaven’s sake— she won’t bite you. Come closer” you barked. “She won’t, but you look like you would” he said ignoring Viserys’ glare. Aemma couldn’t help but laugh at your bluntness. Daemon scoffed standing right over you and the babe now.
“she looks like you brother” Daemon said and you quickly countered “No, she looks like my sister.”
Before the two of you knew it the both of you were arguing once again once again, and from behind both Aemma and viserys sent each other knowing looks.
Though you weren’t what Daemon had expected you to be he wasn’t disappointed in the least, in his heart he still believed his brother was a fool for passing on you.
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Imagine Alicent seducing you
Imagine Alicent seducing you, the heir to the throne.
You know what she is doing, she fears the consequences of the death of the King, her husband. All because her father made her believe that she and her children will be killed as soon as you are crowned.
You know what she is doing, and it probably makes you a terrible person, but you don't resist her.
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Team Blacks reaction to Y/N’s suicide
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its what teams black reaction after this fic :Do you love me , Say you love me
Warnings: my bad writing and English. English is my second language
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Rhaenyra couldn't believe her ears when she heard the news. She fainted on the spot. She still hadn't gotten over the shock when she woke up. Her only daughter, her beloved daughter had taken her own life. First Visersy, then Lucersy now you… She had heard of your miscarriage. She knew that feeling of helplessness, loneliness, pain… but she didn't think you were going to commit suicide. Her dreams of after winning the war, opening her arms and hugging you were all shattered.Rhaenyra blamed Aegon and the other greens for your death. This marriage should never have happened. She had asked you many times if you had consent in this marriage. She wished that she had never let you leave and marry.
“My stupid daughter , my poor naive daughter why did you left my side, why did you left your mom like this.”
Jacaerys heard the news from his mother. He was so shocked that he didn’t know how to react . Did his sister, the sister he loved more than himself, committed suicide? Jacaerys was enraged. To him, you didn't commit suicide, you were killed. He was the first to oppose your marriage. He had begged you over and over not to be with Aegon. That's why you fought so many times and told him you were happy… jacaerys gritted his teeth. He wanted to make Aegon suffer he stole you from him . Not only to steal your mother's throne, marry you, and cause your death now he didn’t let you have a proper funeral and took your body.
"I swear, Aegon, I'll make you experience a thousand times what you did to my sister !"
Baela and Rhaena have nothing to say. Both are in deep mourning. You've always been a big sister to them. They hadn't been this sad since their mother Laena died. They did not want to eat, drink , did not want to do anything. They calmed down by crying on your shoulder at their mother's funeral, you comforted them but now it was neither you nor your consolation for them to calm down.
Daemon wouldn’t react much to outside. He would only console his wife, Rhenyra by saying that he would take your revenge. You weren't very close with Daemon but when Daemon heard that you had committed suicide, he felt strange. It's an uncomfortable feeling. He took pity on you when he learned that your body was still held by Aegon, and that there was no funeral. You may not be very close but at least you should have peace after death and he will do his best for it.
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Dark HOTD - You allow them to visit brothels
Dark Daemon, Aegon, Aemond and Jace.
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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(female reader)
WARNINGS: Mentions of Non-con; Breeding kink.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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Daemon
Daemon is actually amused when you bring this up. He’ll smirk as you lie that you only want him to be fully pleased with the touch of professional women instead of you, but he can see right through your facade.
You clearly want him to leave you alone. Okay, so maybe he is relentless, compelling you to have sex multiple times a day but how is he supposed to resist to your magnificent body?
Daemon will twist your words, instead. If you’re “concerned” about not being able to fully satisfy his carnal needs then don’t worry, he’ll teach you.
He’ll take on every opportunity to teach you and it becomes a kink for him. To give you lesson on how to give and take pleasure, educating his pure wife how to properly fuck.
You’ll end up being caught by servants one too many times on your knees, head between Daemon’s legs as his hand envelops your hair, guiding you to suck him off.
"Do not worry, my love. I understand how afraid you are of the possibility of not being able to give me pleasure but I assure you that from now on I'll take upon myself the task of teaching you the depths of pleasure."
Aegon
Now, why would Aegon still visit brothels when he finally has a wife that can take care of him?
Not to mention that you’re now the only source of pleasure and lust for Aegon, you’re all he can think about. Not a moment goes by without him trying to allure you back into your private chambers for a quick release.
It’s clear that you don’t like it but he doesn’t care. It’s your duty as wife, you’re there to please him, whether you like it or not.
And even if you outrightly try to refuse him, Aegon will just force you to do his bidding. Nice try but Aegon isn’t gonna give up on his favorite plaything.
"Did you truly believe that I'd still visit those filthy whores when I finally have you? My pretty wife whose duty is to please me? If you wish to apologize to your husband, then get on your knees."
Aemond
Aemond will remain silent as you speak, analyzing you as you stutter words out. The only answer you get from him is a cryptic hmm and then he dives back into the book, so unbothered that you feel like he didn’t even listen to any of your words.
And yet night after night, Aemond still comes to share a marital bed with you. If you really thought that he’d visit brothels instead of you, then you don’t know enough of Aemond. He doesn’t enjoy brothels, they’re filthy and gross.
He can’t cum to anyone else other than you, his beautiful wife. It’s a mix between lust and possessive, that you’re his, fully his.
It’s his cock that stretches you every night, it’s his cum that sticks inside of you and soon it will be his child to grow in your belly. You’re the only one that should bear his children, the true Targaryen blood.
You’re the only one that he’ll bed, independently of how you feel about that.
"I have no interest in seeking pleasure outside of our marital bed so you may forget about that topic. Or did you sincerely hope that I’d accept that offer? Either way, that won’t be happening."
Jace
Jace isn’t going to be much pleased when you mention this. You’re married to each other and he wants both of you to be completely and entirely faithful to each other.
He dotes on you so much, trying to be a good husband and here you come, throwing shameful suggestions onto him.
Jace is going to be so mad that he won’t talk to you for a whole day as he cools down. Afterwards, he’s going to have an honest conversation on how he wants your marriage to work and for both of you to be fully devoted to each other.
He’ll let you know that he wants you, in every possible way and that isn’t going to change. He’ll make a clear point of informing you that you will be sharing chambers and a bed every night and that won’t change, no matter what.
If you don’t feel inclined to make love on some night when you’re feeling unwell, then you should inform him and nothing needs to happen, but Jace makes it crystal clear that he won’t be seeking pleasure in anyone but you.
"Do not insult me with this vile proposal, my wife. My body and soul belong entirely to you, so do not fear me. Our union will simply be the proof of my burning love for you."
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fic recs
just a little assortment of my favorite works to keep track of them and also show love to the respective writers.
note - a majority, if not all, of the following works contain dark content that some could find triggering. tread carefully.
divider by @firefly-graphics
toxic affection - @love-toxin
warnings: harassment, bullying, some violence, forced relationship
pairing: yandere!bakugou x reader
literally unashamed to say that BNHA fanfiction is what brought me to Tumblr
but this was one of the first I found and it's epic
what's your escape - @gotnofucks
warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, non-con
pairing: dark!sherlock holmes x reader
the man is disastrously down bad for the poor reader
she was so witty and clever but in the end, he got what he wanted in the most satisfying way
infatuation - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - masterlist
warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, non-con
pairing: dark!clark kent x reader
poor girl didn't have a clue or a chance in the world to escape this man
sidenote: I can't add Roo to the recs without mentioning just how talented she is. She was the first proper introduction to dark fics in the Marvel fandom and I've been hooked ever since. The amount of detail and dedication that goes into her work is noticeable and she's a talent that deserves recognition. It's one thing to make me like a fic or two of my favorite Marvel men but another to have me thirst over shit I didn't think I'd like.
naughty ransom holiday tales - @jtargaryen18
warnings: kidnapping, non-con, dub-con
pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader
guilty pleasure series
hate to love ransom but I can't help it
what the king has - @sincerelythedarkside
warnings: dub-con, character death
pairing: soft!dark steve rogers x reader
royal au
love me a good jealous steve
plot twist shocked the shit outta me
smut was out of this fucking world
love bites - @cherienymphe - masterlist
warnings: character death, jealousy, non-con
pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader
modern vampire au (what's not to love there)
this actually made me cry like a bitch
ongoing series
sidenote: Seeing as Cherie will be on this list many times, I have to say it's difficult not to add every piece of work on this list because while some writers have a magnum opus, everything she writes is a work of art. Her range and the backstory she puts in her characters make each story feel like a movie I just can't get enough of. Will forever love her writing.
kryptonite - @cherienymphe
warnings: non-con, obsession
pairing: dark!bruce wayne x reader
the build-up and tension gave me actual chills
trailer park babydoll - @mypoisonedvine
warnings: dub-con, infidelity, age gap
pairing: wayne munson x reader
guilty pleasure fic
absolute filthy smut
wrath of the dragon - @straywords
warnings: non-con, chasing
pairing: dark!daemon targaryen x reader
yet another down bad man
overdue - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
warnings: creepy curtis, non-con, obsessive behavior
pairing: dark!curtis everett x reader
there's little to nothing i love more than a good ole broody man with attachment issues
anxious - @syntheticavenger
warnings: stalking, kidnapping
pairing: dark!peter parker x reader
tasm peter
cutest in a way lol little fic
the dream that got away - @dotieeee
there's not nearly enough dark fics ft my fave peter so I love this one
warnings: dub-con, non-con, manipulation, controlling behavior, obsession
pairing: dark!morpheus x oc!mera
probably the first dark fic about morpheus
each chapter was a masterpiece
and i still haven't seen the show lol
thanks for the invite - @syntheticavenger
warnings: non-con, bitchy friend behavior, implied drugging (i think), oral (f receiving), slight bondage
pairing: dark!lloyd hansen x reader
a funny little unhinged lloyd fic
rsvp - @syntheticavenger
warnings: dub-con, hide and seek, exasperated bodyguard, exhibitionism (a bit)
sequel to the fic listed above
lloyd is still unhinged and reader is still suffering
#fic rec#dark fic#dark!clark kent#dark!peter parker#dark!steve rogers#dark!lloyd hansen#dark!morpheus#dark!curtis everett#dark!sherlock holmes#dark!daemon targaryen#dark!bruce wayne#dark!bakugou#dark!ransom drysdale#x reader
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Dark! Daemon Targaryen x Wife! Reader
Everyone in Westeros knew that the king's younger brother, Daemon Targaryen, has his eyes on you, a young beautiful Baratheon girl that the whole kingdom praises for beauty and fragility.
But you didn't care for his attention as much as you cared for the attention of another man, who is more gentle, kind, and younger then the cruel prince.
A Dragon and a Doe seem absurd to you.
Also, knowing Daemon's intentions towards you, you tried to avoid him at all costs.
But, how can you do that when your house, is heavily allied with House Targaryen, you are also a dear friend of the princess.
Yet, Daemon, didn't let you slide from between his fingers easily, he has to have you.
It didn't take long for the news of your lover's death to reach you.
And before you know it, you were forcefully wedded to Daemon.
Strangely enough, the handsome prince treated you kindly, he would even let you near his dragon.
"I would never harm you as long as you love and obey me as your husband"
Also, the same Daemon would not allow any man in your sight, all your servants are women.
You remember one of the soldiers entering your and Daemon's chambers to lend him a massage from the king.
That man was announced dead the next day, which made you more frightened of Daemon.
You knew that his 'kindness' towards you, could never cover his possessive nature, that fact would keep you up at night.
It also didn't take long for him to get you pregnant which left him in fear of losing you.
Daemon knew that there is a high chance of you not surviving during childbirth, especially since you have a fragile health, he did not care for a child as much as he cared for keeping you by his side.
But, deep down, he is delighted to see you pregnant with his child.
You are happy that you are pregnant, thinking that Daemon would be disgusted to sleep with you, and would spend his time getting with prostitutes.
However, the dragon prince kept himself by your side, he would even hold you in his embrace for long hours, refusing to let go of you.
On the day of the delivery, Daemon felt that you might die, to the point where he instructed healers to save you and not the child if you couldn't give birth.
In the end, you managed to deliver a healthy daughter, a Targaryen child with silver hair and light violet eyes, nothing that hints at a Baratheon in her.
"Are you going to cast me aside now that I have given birth to a daughter"
That's exactly what you wish for, that you two go your separate ways, that he would let you return to storm's end with your daughter.
Daemon would only smirk at you as he holds the newborn baby in his arms.
"This child is proof that I will never let go of you, my beautiful wife...her name shall be Elaena, our little Elaena"
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#tw: toxic relationships#marriage#daemon targaryen#Dark#possessive#house of the dragon#daemon taragaryen x reader
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Shameless | A.T.
(summary) you’re tipsy and accidentally mistake Aemond for Aegon... Aemond doesn’t mind at all...
(warnings) non-con due to Aemond pretending to be a different person and not securing your consent (reader, although drunk, “consents” to Aegon, not Aemond), a bit dark, marriage-trapping someone
(warnings) if swear words offend you, we might have a problem here...
(pairings) Aemond Targaryen x reader (main; romantic), Aegon Targaryen x reader (platonic; fuck-buddy vibes)
(genre) room-temperature smut, one-sided pining
(reminder) Y/N – your name
(word count) 5.1k
(also) reader is Rhaenyra’s child... so Aemond’s niece...
(also) DRUNK CONSENT IS NOT CONSENT, FOLKS. THIS IS DARK FICTION SO BEWARE!
HAPPY READING!
Stupid fucking loser, Aemond’s hand clenched into a fist under the table. Take your hand off before I break it off!
Right in front of him, right across the table, Aegon had you smiling at him affectionately. His right hand was resting casually on the back of your chair, dangerously close to your neck. From Aemond’s place, he could see his brother’s fingers lightly stroking strands of your hair.
You had leaned in closer towards Aegon, as he half-drunk told you something you seemed to be way too interested.
Bullshit, Aemond thought to himself, that loser couldn’t string along an interesting story to save his life...
You just wanted to fuck him.
Was it better that you actually didn’t find his brother interesting or funny, that you just appeased him to get him into your bed? Was it worse that you wanted to sleep with the bastard?
Aemond’s eye narrowed as he tried to find your motivation for this absurdity. There was no way Aegon had rumors going around about him being good in bed. He was known to be a sloppy, drunk, selfish fuck who wouldn’t give two shits about your pleasure. His brother had no charm... Were you trying to make him fall in love with you? Make him marry you?
That had to be it. There was no other logical explanation. No way you craved some drunk when there were men begging on their knees for you attention, men begging on their knees for you to pick them and allow them the pleasure of your company.
He would.
Aemond.
He would beg you on his knees to allow showing you all the ways he wanted to worship you.
But you didn’t see him. Ever since your mother, Rhaenyra, had brought and left you here, you hadn’t even looked at him twice. Not when the great Aegon “Cant’t-Fight-For-Shit” Targaryen was standing right beside him.
After his mother had introduced you to everybody, Aemond had already taken a step forward to introduced himself separately when his stupid, good-for-nothing brother had thrown out a half-conscious joke about him teaching you to drink ‘cause that’s all he’s good at. You laughed. Aegon was pleased and had given you a rare smile. Nobody else mattered, and Aemond had stepped back, watching Aegon snatching your attention.
Somehow both of you got along. It was as bewildering as it was annoying. His mother was very much pleased, and Aegon seemed to be more... neutral.
Was it wrong for Aemond to be okay with his brother falling back into bad habits and addiction if that meant that you no longer spend any time with him?
He looked away from both of you, unable to watch any longer without launching any utensil available at his brother’s head. Accidentally meeting his mother’s eyes, Aemond realized he’s given too much away and turned his attention back to dinner.
Everyone seemed to pleased at this god-forsaken dinner table. Greens and Blacks didn’t get along too well but with the king demanding peace and two members of Greens and Blacks were practically on each other at all times, something similar to an alliance had formed for this evening.
Once the music started and his stupid nephew had asked his sister to dance, Aemond noticed Aegon flicking his eyes towards the dance floor more than once.
Don’t even dream about it, fucker, Aemond wanted to scream at him.
He was drunk. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t take two steps without falling flat on his face! What kind of dancer would his brother make tonight?
Aemond moved almost on a whim once he saw Aegon getting up. Due to his brother being heavily intoxicated, Aemond was able to cross the room in the time period it took for Aegon to get up.
You looked up from where you where sitting and then your eyes slid down to Aemond’s extended hand. You swallowed, watching the younger brother towering over you with such intensity. You were also quite tipsy, although not as much as your companion.
In your intoxicated state you hadn’t noticed how everyone who still sat at the table had stopped talking and had turned their whole attention towards the end of the table where you sat. Alicent looked almost scared as if she knew exactly how violently Aemond had pictured dealing with Aegon. Your father looked vaguely entertained. Your mother seemed a bit surprised.
- Are you sure your high education covered dancing, brother? – Aegon who had also stood up, no doubt to ask you to join him on the dance floor, softly laughed at his brother. – You know, you can’t learn that from b-
- Shut up, - Aemond spoke to Aegon but his eyes didn’t leave yours. – A dance, my lady?
You put your glass down and placed your hand in his warm one that completely engulfed yours. Aemond’s fingers lightly tingled wherever your skin touched his. Aegon sat back down and everyone – either bored or out of politeness – returned to their boring discussions.
You were more drunk than you thought as you miscalculated your steps and ended up almost running into Aemond’s chest.
- Sorry, - you murmured, backing up. – I don’t think I’m gonna a good dance partner tonight, Aemond.
Aemond.
Not lord Targaryen.
Not prince Aemond.
Whenever you were distracted or tipsy, you almost always called him by his name. At those rare moments he could imagine replacing his brother as your companion and friend. You never called him by a title.
His other hand, the one not holding yours, reached to steady you by your bicep. He easily towered over your height and when you looked up, he decided that that right there is the sight he’d cherish to see every day for the rest of his life.
- It’s fine, - he lead you towards where Jacaerys and Helaena already danced. – I’ll lead.
The moment you started dancing, Aemond realized exactly why this was such a bad idea. Once one of his hands went to rest on the small of your back and the other grasped your hand, he noticed how close you stood. But that wasn’t all because you were also drunk and by proxy – forgot to give enough space.
Your left hand reached under Aemond’s arm, up his back and rested on the back of his shoulder. In your drunken stupor, you couldn’t keep yourself up steady so your lightly pressed your face against his shoulder and let him lead.
Aemond’s breath hitched in his throat. You were so, so close. He only had to lean down a little bit and he could place a kiss directly on the top of your head.
- You smell so good, - you quietly giggled, sucking in a deep breath, burying your face in his shirt.
So quietly that for a second the prince thought he might’ve imagined it.
Was this how you would’ve danced with Aegon, had he gotten a chance to ask you? Would you say those same words to him?
Not unless you liked the mix of wine and sweat.
For a moment Aemond’s blood froze in his veins. Did you think he was Aegon? You were drunk enough to mistake your mother for your father.
- Who am I? – Aemond threaded carefully. – Can you say my name, sweetheart?
You looked up with a puzzled expression but not an unconscious one. As your brows furrowed, you tried to pull your hand back from Aemond’s hand but he snapped his fingers shut around it.
- What?
- Do you remember my name, Y/N? – he whispered softly.
You stared for a moment longer before bursting out laughing. It was Aemond’s turn to look bewildered.
- I’m not that drunk, prince Aemond, - you proclaimed, leaning back against him. – Everything’s just spinning and blurring.
Aemond exhaled in relief. Looking over your head, his eyes found Aegon’s who was still still nursing a glass of wine. Once their eyes met, Aemond couldn’t help but look smug.
Watch me, brother, he wanted to laugh in Aegon’s face. Watch me steal her and keep her all to myself.
Aegon either was too drunk or simply didn’t care.
What an idiot...
***
As the dinner was wrapping up and most of the family had already left, you stood up too. Your mother and father had retired early, saying that the babe could come any day and they needed all the rest they could get. Both your brothers were still at the table, so was Helaena and Aegon.
At least you thought that was Aegon.
He was watching you from his seat, as you lightly stumbled on your feet and knocked over an empty glass.
Had you been sober, you would’ve noticed that the blonde prince sitting in front of you was far too calm and stiff to be your drinking companion.
- Shall I escort you, sister? – your oldest brother offered.
You shook your head. Last thing you wanted was to fuck up his chance with Helaena after he spend the whole ride here gushing over her.
And you were prideful enough not to agree to be escorted to your room by the brother half your age who probably was too young to even see his sister in this state.
In the state you were in – everything blurring together and your body barely holding you upright – you didn’t notice the young Targaryen prince’s eyes never leaving your form for a second.
You stumbled into the hallway and the strong burst of clear air coming from the open windows gave a little bit of restart to your brain. You leaned against the wall and greedily inhaled the pleasant evening air, all the while trying not to vomit.
Hangover’s gonna be a bitch tomorrow...
- Shall I help you to your room? – a voice behind you made you jump.
- No, Jace, I’m... – your started but once the person talking entered your very limited peripheral vision, you quickly correct yourself. – Oh, it’s just you.
Aemond tilted his head, watching your unfocused gaze run all over his body. He hated when ladies of the court did that, it made him feel insecure. However, he had no problem with you checking him out so thoroughly.
- How are you okay, Aegon? – you half-laughed, lightly punching Aemond’s side. – You drank more than me!
Aemond felt freezing cold seeping into his bones. You checked him out because... you thought he was Aegon? You laughed and smiled because you mistook him for his brother?
Even now when his brother was nowhere in sight, even now he could feel Aegon’s amusement dancing around the empty hallway.
Still no chance, brother?
I’m not even in the same room, and she still chooses me? Damn.
Aemond felt a deep need to go find his drunk, undoubtedly passed out brother and threaten, plead, beg him to never speak to you again. Maybe then he could have a chance to be looked at, to be seen by you.
Everything suddenly flipped before your eyes and you felt yourself lose balance but before you could hit the ground, you felt yourself being lifted up by two strong arms and being held close to a man’s chest. You head lulled to the side and fell into the croak of Aemond’s neck.
Your warm breath tickled his skin and your messed up hair stuck to his skin, as Aemond began walking.
You weighed nothing in his arms, and the young prince narrowed his eyes. Had you even eaten anything at dinner? Or were you just drinking?
Fucking Aegon.
Aemond felt even more bitterness seep into his heart. Aegon truly didn’t care.
I would, he decided. I would make sure you are fed, warm, happy, healthy.
- Just take me to your room, - you muttered under your breath.
Aemond sucked in a breath and his heart skipped a beat only until he realized who you thought you were talking to. His good-for-nothing brother. Fucker was not even here and was still ruining everything.
- Over my dead body, - Aemond threw out and began the long walk to your own quarters.
Once he had you in your room, he carefully placed you down on your bed and grabbed a blanket to cover you. You tried to shrug it off but he knew that you’d be cold once you sobered up. He brushed few loose strands away from you eyes and bent down to kiss you.
A forehead kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone...
However, the closer he got to your half-conscious form, the more his eyes strayed to your lips. He towered over your sleeping form and then suddenly, before he could talk himself out of it, leaned in closer and pressed a kiss against your lips.
Heaven tasted like a mix of you and wine.
He closed his eyes, taking it all in. Your lips were soft and made to be kissed by him. He wanted to feel them on his face, on his neck, down his chest, around his dick.
- What are you doing? – your eyes were wide open, and Aemond immediately straightened up.
Aemond cursed himself for being foolish enough to let his temptations and greed take over for even a second. He stood completely still, hands behind his back shaking a little.
- I-I’m sorry, - his voice cracked, imagining that he’d ruined everything. – I didn’t mean-
He couldn’t finish though because in the next moment you had already risen to your feet – still obviously intoxicated but more stable due to the fresh air – and crossed the short distance between you two. With concern Aemond regarded your hooded and still very much unfocused gaze, as you rose to your tiptoes.
Your right hand slid into his blonde hair and tugged. Aemond felt himself getting harder – if that was possible – as your lips touched his neck. You kissed his skin lighty before biting him.
Aemond’s hands went to hold your waist, as he felt himsef lose more and more in your touch, in your taste, in your presence.
- You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, - your whispered, licking a hickey you’ve just given him before looking up into his eyes. – But you never seemed interested...
You pushed him against the wall and Aemond’s hold on you tightened.
- You’re so cold all the time... – you mumbled to yourself, as you started unbuttoning his shirt. – Only nice to me when you need something...
Aegon’s a fucking bastard, Aemond thought but secretly enjoyed that both of you weren’t as close as it had seemed from afar.
He desperately waited for some morals to kick in. Was he really okay with you thinking he was his brother? Was he really that desperate to be with you, sleep with you, that he would be okay to be called by his brother’s name?
An answer came as soon as you placed an innocent, chaste kiss on his chest.
He turned you around so that now you were the one against the wall. His mouth practically attached yours and one of his hands slid into your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss your neck. When you moaned, he felt drunk and delirious.
And triumphant.
Fuck Aegon and fuck your feelings for him. He was gonna destroy every single thing you felt for his brother...
- Aegon, - you moaned.
Aemond gathered your wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above your head.
- Don’t say my name, - he begged more than commanded. – Not tonight...
He gave you a few hickeys on your neck and breasts. He’ll enjoy you seeing them in shock in the morning. You tugged on your wrists to be released but Aemond only held them tighter.
- I fucking love this, - you whispered.
- You won’t tomorrow, - he whispered, putting his free hand on the nape of your neck before kissing you softly. – But we’ll work it out.
When you looked up at him, he thought your eyes looked clearer and gaze was less hooked. For a second, he thought you might’ve regained enough sobriety to recognize him but you only pulled your wrists free, put your hands on his naked chest and pushed him into your bed.
Climbing on his lap, you were the one who initiated kiss this time. The cold rings on your fingers touched Aemond’s skin, as you cupped his face. You kissed passionately and breathlessly, and Aemond hated that Aegon had probably felt the same kisses at some point.
Doesn’t matter, he thought to himself. You’re mine now.
He quickly flipped you over and pushed the unbuttoned bodice of your dress down to your hips. You moaned louder as his lips found closed around one of your nipples. Your hands went into his hair once again but this time he pinned your wrists against the bed.
- What do you want? – he asked, looking up at you. – Tell me what you want.
Your lips looked bruised and thoroughly kissed. As they should look. Every day for the rest of your life...
- I want, - you panted, as Aemond’s long fingers brushed against your lower lips, losing your train of thought. – I...
Aemond chuckled darkly, detaching himself from your chest.
His useless brother could never...
Would never.
- Please, fuck me, - you begged. – Please, fuck me, Aemond.
He completely froze above you. He didn’t dare to breathe. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Has he gone completely mad in the short time he spent with you?
- What did you just call me? – he asked, voice dangerously low. – What did-
Even in your drunken stupor, you had attitude. You dared to roll your eyes – no joke – into the back of your skull out of sheer annoyance.
- I’m sorry, Aegon, - you stressed his brother’s name with frustration. – You know I mess both of your names when drunk...
Aemond still stood himself still. So... You’d done this before? You’d made out drunk with Aegon but called out his name? Aemond felt rush of electricity through his body. There were evenings when he would retire to his room without knowing that somewhere in the castle you were screaming out his name in pleasure?
- That’s fine, that’s fine, - he said neither to you nor himself. – It’s all fine.
So you weren’t as unaffected by him as he had thought? You did notice him? You’ve noticed him enough to fantasize about him while in between the sheets.
Aemond felt estatic.
- Just fuck me and be done with it, - you commanded Aegon – Aemond – and pulled him down for a kiss.
Aemond flipped you on your stomach and peppered kisses down your spine. You tried to turn back around but he stopped you with a hand on your back, pressing you down into the matress.
- Stay still, sweetheart, - he whispered against your back. – I want to take my time.
- You’re annoying, - you huffed but still let him do his “enjoying”.
Aemond was nervous. Mostly, because he had never done this with anyone since that first time Aegon had brought him to a brothel and forced him to lose his virginity.
Would you notice a difference?
You probably would sober but now – even though you were fairly coherent – now you would probably assume Aegon had mastered something new from one of his nightly visits.
An insecurity he’d never felt before gripped his heart.
What if he was not enough? Good enough, satisfying enough for you? He always had the need to excel at everything but now – with you – that need to be the best you’ve ever had was overwhelming.
- Stop teasing and fuck me already, - you whined, looking back at him.
He slowly slid inside your tight cunt and pulled your back against his chest so you were forced to practically sit back against him. He wrapped his hand around your neck and pressed his lips against your ear.
- Do I fuck better than him? – he whispered, as he roughly thrusted into you again and again. – Or does that drunk moron actually knows what he’s doing in bed?
Your eyes narrowed, as he the other arm of your lover wrapped around your naked waist and pressed you further into him, continuing to fuck you fast and rough. You felt him in your stomach...
For the first time...
Ever...
Aemond licked your earlobe before leaning down to suck a hickey on the side of your neck.
- Quite frankly, I don’t care, - he said darkly into your ear. – He’ll never fuck you again.
Something flashed in your memory. The scent. It was oddly familiar.
- He’ll never touch you again. I’ll make sure of it...
Your eyes widened as you recognized the scent of your dance partner earlier tonight...
But it was too late anyway.
Aemond roughly pushed you forward and you landed on your elbows, his fingers digging into your hips as he mounted you from behind. You had sobered up enough to recognize that this was not how Aegon fucked. He was never passionate about it. You couldn’t tell from just looking at him but Aegon actually preferred slower sex.
This was no Aegon.
Realization came too late because the moment Aemond’s fingers touched your clit, you felt your orgasm explode and dark dots started dancing across your vision. He let you ride out your orgasm before he pushed into you to the hilt and came deep inside you.
That was the last thing you felt before you lost consciousness.
***
Your eyes weren’t open yet but you heard voices. Whispering, angry voices just few feet away. Your body seemed to be on fire, every fiber and muscle ached. You tried to pull the blanket over your head, only to realize that all you had on you was a thin silk bed sheet.
That was new.
- You know what’s going to happen now, - an angry woman’s voice sounded somewhere close. – You were heard by dozens of servants. They know.
You opened your eyes and saw the queen standing by the door. Your head was pounding as you tried to see with whom she talked.
- I know, mother, - a familiar husky voice responded. – I’ll take care of it.
There was a pause.
- The right way.
As you dressed, you had disturbingly erotic flashbacks from last night. You were with Aegon. Surely. Blonde hair. Strong arms. No doubt there was no one else you would “accidentally” fuck while drunk.
It was no secret you and Aegon had somewhat of a fuck buddy relationship. You got drunk together. You slept together. You did stupid shit together. That was your thing because at the end of the day you didn’t love him. Didn’t even like him. Probably couldn’t tolerate him sober. Although, that theory had never been tested due to both of you never staying sober for long.
He was a nice toy, a nice placeholder, coincidentally beneficially looking a quite similar to a different man who often craved...
As you went down for breakfast, you were met with few servants giving you dirty looks. It would bother you if you weren’t so damn hungry.
Maybe they heard me and Aegon last night.
That had to be it.
Entering the dinner hall, you immediately noticed two things – your mother looked nervous and Aegon was nowhere to be found. Furrowing your brows, you went to sit down in your usual spot – next to Aegon’s seat that was empty this morning. Then you noticed that your spot at the table – where there usually would be dishes of food and glasses of drinks – was empty as well.
- Did we rearrange seats? – you half-laughed, looking at your family.
Your father gave you a look of pity, while your mother looked down. Even both of your brothers were silent.
Freaky.
The queen cleared her throat and silently tilted her head to the empty seat in front of her. In front of her and right beside prince Aemond who sat back in his seat with one hand on the table, clearly enjoying your confusion way too much.
Not wanting to create a scene and question these changes, you went to take your seat when Aemond suddenly stood up to pull back your chair for you. You stopped, surprised.
- My lady, - prince greeted, a smug look on his face – You look well rested this morning.
That was a weird statement and clearly not the truth but you brushed it off and sat down. Your eyes kept going to back to where Aegon was supposed to be.
If he was with you last night, where did he go? How did he make it back to his room drunk out of his mind?
- Where’s Aegon? – you asked no one in particular.
When no one answered you, you locked eyes with the man on your left.
He was already looking at you.
- He’s probably passed out somewhere, - Aemond explained softly. – I heard he had quite a night.
You wanted to throw out something witty or laugh but you had strong suspicion you and Aegon were heard last night so saying something right now might be innapropriate...
Where did he pass out though? When did he leave?
- With one of the servant girls...
It took your foggy brain a sizeable amount of time to process his whole sentence together. Aemond’s eyes didn’t leave your face, as you finally put the words together.
Passed out somewhere... quite a night... with one of the servant girls...
Wine on your lips got bitter aftertaste. It took you a lot of effort to swallow down a gulp. Your eyes met with the queen’s over the table. She looked at you. As a matter of fact, everyone at the table was.
You put the wine down and cleared your throat. Aegon... No, he had to be the one in your room last night...
Involuntarily a horrified realization washed over you.
The words were different...
He’ll never touch you again.
The touch was different.
The scent was different.
The man was different.
Because it was not the same man at all...
Your head snapped to your left where Aemond sat, quite satisfied with your reaction. You opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by your mother.
- I think it’s best if we just get this over with, - she said. – The less time passes before the wedding, the less people will talk about this... incident.
You turned to your mother.
- What incident? – you asked.
It seemed like your mother had trouble putting it into decent words so she looked down again. It was your father, Daemon, who spoke up.
- People know about your... nightly endeavours, daughter, - he finished. – A wedding as soon as possible would help your reputation and serve as an alliance.
- Wedding with who? – you started to feel cold sweat cover your back. – Wedding with-
You couldn’t finish once you felt warm fingers touch the side of your neck. You knew it was Aemond before even turning your head. His fingers slowly stroked your skin and you felt a small ping of pain exactly where Aegon... Aegon had...
Where Aemond had left a hickey. Last night. When he fucked you.
- I think it’s for the best, wife, - he savored the title on his tongue. – We don’t want people saying that the man who took your virginity didn’t want your hand in marriage...
You straight up laughed, roughly batted his arm away from your neck and stood up to tower over him.
- If it’s the virginity that’s so important for marriage, I should probably marry Aegon! – you hit the table with your hand.
Aemond stood up too, and you had suspicion he only did that to gain height advantage. He leaned in closer, into your personal space, and whispered so only you would hear him:
- There is no proof of that, aside from suspicion from our families, - he chuckled darkly. – But there’s more than enough evidence for what we did last night.
You looked up at him, horrified how well he had thought everything through.
- I guess it’s a good thing both of you hid your relationship this well, - he smiled and continued talking to you in his low, husky voice. – And, unless you’re ready to publicly admit you lost your virginity to a married man, I’m afraid formally you lost it to me...
You slapped him across the face with all the strength you could muster after last night.
His head tilted to the side only a little bit. The bastard laughed.
- There’s that spirit from last night! – he said, looking at you thriumphantly. – Save it for our marriage bed, princess.
- Aemond, - the queen warned him.
In any other case, you would be horrified to have these things said to your in front of your family. Right now you didn’t care.
- You set me up! – you accused, and upon realizing that nothing will salvage your reputation in front of these people, added just as loudly. – I thought you were Aegon!
He saw a glimpse of irritation that you now recognized as familiar because that’s the look he always got whenever you spoke about his brother. Then it just as quickly disappeared and was exchanged for a smirk.
- And still you called for me, - he had lowered his voice again, as if not wanting to share too much of your intimacy with anyone. – You came for me. You screamed for me.
- Fuck you!
Glimpse of amusement flashed in his eye and only now somewhere in your brain it registered that he hadn’t worn the eye patch while fucking you. Glimpses of memories of the blue saphire solidified the fact that it was indeed Aemond who was with you last night.
- That you will too, - he promised darkly. – You’ll never fuck nobody else, wife. If you dare to attempt that, I’ll deliver his cock to your as a gift to look at while your husband fucks you...
You had no idea how much people around you had heard, and, frankly, didn’t care.
- It’s just you and I from now on, princess...
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Deadly Locks (Detective! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Au) (Dark )
Series Masterlist
Chapter 1
Summary: After five years of being together you broke up with Daemon for your own good but the link between you two stayed connected. As the City of Belfast is terrorized by a killer on the loose would your life intertwine with your old flame again or the case would only drift you further away from him?
Warning: 18+ , smut, It's a crime thriller so there would be some squeamish dark stuff, read at your own discretion, mention of rape, assault and murder, Speeding and driving under the influence, Reader has long hair, Daemon's hair is up for imagination
Daemon was tired, he hadn't slept in three days, he was running on caffeine and on top of it his mother kept calling him all day long because she was worried about him. Tired was an understatement. He was exhausted in every possible way.
“Good night sir” his protege Jake said to him before leaving to which he responded with a nod and a grunted sigh. The amount of paperwork on his desk only made him feel worse. He loved his job, he loved being on the field and solving crimes all day long but he hated the administrative work that came with it.
As he slumped down in his chair he cracked his neck side to side to relieve some of the tension he was feeling but it was in vain.
11:59. He looked at the time and sighed again, as the clock hit 12 he was reminded of the day. It was your birthday, he wasn't sure if he wanted to call you today, you had broken his heart on the very same day two years ago.
You had called him on his birthday a few months ago but the last time he had seen you was at Torres’s birthday party, the only mutual friend between you both. It's been six months since he had seen you last and it's been two years since you had crushed his heart beneath your heels and ruined his life but you both had stayed in touch. Perhaps he'd give you a call tomorrow, he didn't want to come across as desperate by calling you right at twelve am.
He went through the files on his desk, his focus set on the case that was demanding all of his attention these days. It was about a serial killer who abducted, raped, and murdered multiple women in a chilling and unique manner. The case had stirred up a media frenzy in Belfast, bringing him the biggest and most challenging case of his career so far. He poured all of his energy and expertise into the case, knowing that a successful resolution would earn him that much needed promotion he had been working towards.
Serial killers were known for their signature patterns and this one followed suit. His targets were women in their early thirties, and he often stalked them in secluded areas before attacking them. But instead of choosing them at random, he took the time to learn their routines and kidnapped them only when the opportunity presented itself. Each crime scene was marked by a signature, he left a lock of their hair behind on the exact spot he had abducted them. Long luscious locks of hair, all of these women had that similarity with each other.
The media gave him the name 'The Barber Killer' which Daemon despised. Doing so only gave them more notoriety and motivation to continue. The killer always made sure their bodies were found, the women were scalped for their hair and stripped of their skin, teeth were also extracted. It was a horrific gruesome sight but this is what he had wanted to do all his life, not witness such inhumanity but put criminals like him behind the bars where they should be..
Seven years ago he was merely a traffic police officer, that's exactly how he had the fortune of meeting you.
Speeding, you were speeding and you were being very reckless. As you were tailed by him and asked to pull over he saw this young woman in her early to mid twenties.
“Do you have any idea how fast you were driving in a low speed zone?”
Daemon leaned down to get a look at you and you gave him a smile
“Yes I'm sorry?”
Sweet voice he thought.
“Can I see your driver's license and MOT mam?” he asked you so you hurriedly went through the glove compartment. As you gave the documents to him you couldn't help but take a moment to get a good look at him. With his striking eyes and full hair, it was easy to see why you found him so attractive. He had a calm but confident demeanor that only added to his charm. You couldn't help but wonder what he was like in person.
“So ummm Officer Daemon does that whole 'flirting with the officer to not get a ticket' thing works on you?” You asked him and he gave you a side smile as he looked you in the eye, you must have read his name on the batch.
“Doesn't work on me..your MOT is expiring in a week”
“I'll get it done i promise..I'm sorry I just really have to be at my sister's wedding or I'll be murdered and they'll probably call you to investigate my case so please can I go?” you mumbled with an urgency in your voice
“Not without a ticket.. besides I'm just a traffic officer, not a detective"
"Well..not yet"
You winked at him in a playful manner and he quickly tore the citation from the ticket book and handed it to you.
“I'd say it was nice to see you but you just cost me hundred pounds so no”
“Well I'm not going to change the law for you mam, speeding is dangerous not just for you but others as well”
“I know..I don't normally do that you know..I'm just really in a rush” you tried to explain yourself and he could tell that you weren't really the type to get caught like this.
“You can go now…drive safely.. and congratulations to your sister” you gave him a smile that took his breath away for a moment. It wasn't like him to be so affected by a woman like this, after the rough childhood and even worse adolescence, he was always focused on wanting to do something in life, dating and finding love wasn't the top of his priorities so this really came as a surprise to him..
“Goodbye officer Daemon”
You weren't the first woman he had busted for speeding but you surely were the only one he followed for a bit to see if you were driving safely or not. That should have been the end of your interaction with him but it wasn't.
Two weeks later he caught another vehicle driving under the influence and you were in the passenger seat this time, your friend Donna was the one driving the car. You had later told him that seeing him again was nerve wracking as you didn't want him to think of you as some reckless idiot but you were also excited to bump into him again.
As soon as Daemon approached her side of the window she batted her eyelashes at him which only annoyed him further.
“Wow look at you .. aren't you handsome officer Daemon?” She giggled as she tried to trick him with flirting and the annoyed look on his face made you smile, however you puckered your lips as he turned his attention to you.
“Id and driver's license mam” he said to her while his eyes were on you so Donna rummaged through her compartment and passed it to him.
“Please don't fine me .. it's her birthday, we just got a little excited” he shook his head in disbelief at the excuse and made her take a breathalyzer test which she obviously failed.
“Can I talk to you, miss?” He asked you so you looked at Donna and she gave you the eyes,
“I tried to seduce him” she mumbled as she leaned into you
“Yeah, how embarrassing for you” .
You opened your door and stepped out of the car, as Daemon saw you in your silver little dress he knew you both were returning from a club or something, not that he'd know anything about that. His social life was non-existent.
“Are you trying to kill yourself?” his brows furrowed in anger as he spoke to you so you leaned your body against the hood of the car.
“I wasn't driving” you answered shamelessly.
“But your friend is drunk, do you understand the repercussions of your actions?” He asked you but you didn't respond so he cleared his throat and you finally looked in his eyes as prior to when you were audaciously staring at his lips.
“I'm sorry, it's just really really hard to focus on what you're saying. Your lips are very distracting when you're speaking with such ...passion”
He opened his mouth to give a sly retort but he was warm and flushed by the remark, he wasn't used to being flirted this way, not in a genuine way. He wasn't the prettiest guy as he had been told time and again so he was always a bit weird around women, especially women as attractive as you.
“Do you wanna go out with me ..Someday?” He asked you and the smile on your face indicated that you didn't mind.
“What about now? It's my birthday..you can buy me a drink or i can do the favour officer”
“My shift ends at 11”
“Then here's my number” you grabbed the pen from his fingers and then you grabbed his hand to write your digits on his palm, he was glad his partner wasn't around today to witness this, his breath hitched as you grabbed onto his fingers and etched every digit in clear numbers slowly.
“I'll wait for your call officer”
That's how he had found the woman he fell madly in love with, it just clicked, everything made sense with you but perhaps he wasn't what you really needed.
He slumped back in his chair, trying to get rid of the personal feelings he had at the moment, two years, it's been two years, he should have moved on.
Around 4:45 am as he finally got done with the paperwork he decided to go home and get his sleep but he wasn't able to sleep, he kept thinking about giving you a call but he didn't. It was 5 in the morning, you must be asleep he thought.
In the afternoon he woke up to his phone ringing constantly, it was Jake. He had requested him to come to the precinct immediately as another woman had been kidnapped in the barber killer case, he almost didn't want to get out of bed but he had to.
“Update me mate” he asked Jake as soon as he entered the station but the way Jake looked at him made him feel uneasy.
“You might want to sit down for this”
“Why?”
“He got her”
His skin went pale as he heard that.
“What?”
“Y/n..uhhh your ex..the girl in the picture which you keep in the drawer.. around 5 am in the morning she was on her morning run and she didn't return, her friends and family were trying to call her since it's her –”
“Birthday” Jake nodded as Daemon said that. He was really nervous giving this information to his boss.
He turned around to face away from Jake and braced himself against the desk to control his breathing, he couldn't freak out, he had to stay calm and he had to look for you, he had to find you. He stood there, taking slow deep breaths, fighting to keep his composure, at least he had to do so to not lash at the young nervous trainee next to him.
“Should have called her”
“Did you say something?” Jake cleared his throat as he noticed daemon mumbling under his breath.
“No i..just..let's go”
“She fits the profile sir..”
“What's the report on her cell?”
Daemon asked as they stepped out of the station to go visit the site you had disappeared from
“Phone is switched off, the last person who called her was some guy named Pierce–”
“Bring him in for the enquiry”
“Yes sir” Daemon halted for a moment to turn to Jake.
“Stop hovering over me”
“Sorry, are you alright sir?”
“Yeah I am fine…”
“He takes his time with them..i'm sure she's not–”
“I know mate ..I'm on the case” he sighed as he tried to calm down again “Look just focus on the job, there can't be another one, we need to get this maniac before he kills--" Daemon paused for a moment to finish his words "Somebody else”
As soon as he got inside his car and drove away from the station he chose a secluded spot to pull over and then he allowed himself to cry, a part of him felt guilty.
He thought back to last night, his mind couldn't stop coming up with scenarios where his decision to not call you had affected the outcome of the situation, maybe if he had called at night you'd have invited him over like you did last year, and maybe you'd still be here, safe and around him and not in some deranged psychopath’s lair.
Or if he had called in the morning perhaps you'd have changed your mind about running today, perhaps he could have done something to cause a ripple effect, but then he remembered that this wasn't some random abduction, if you were taken by the barber killer, it only meant that he was keeping an eye on you from a long time.
Once he was done feeling sorry for himself he went to your house and followed the track, cops had done their thing but he wanted to be meticulous, this wasn't just a job for him anymore, this had become personal, he found the lock of your long hair that cops had missed, his eyes welled up thinking about the times he had spent his nights running his fingers through your hair. .
He knew he had to find you before it would be too late.
“We are not getting back together –” he chuckled as you said that to him even though you knew his heart must have broke all over again at the sound of your voice.
“I know –’ he caressed your cheek with the back of his index finger and you leaned into his touch almost immediately.
“I just don't want you to misunderstand this invitation”
“I won't–”
You pulled him closer to you by grabbing his collar, you had missed him, it's been exactly a year since you had left him and broke both of your hearts but every part of you still loved him. Time heals all wounds you had heard then why were you still hooked on him? You found yourself thinking about him, dreaming about him - even though you knew it was wrong. You tried to tell yourself that you would eventually move on. But in that moment, you were reminded of just how much you needed him in your life, however you also remembered all the times he wasn't there for you when you needed him..
“I don't want to hurt you more than I already have -” you pulled away to whisper against his mouth but he pressed his thumb over your lips.
“You can't hurt me more than that..trust me”
He picked you up in his arms and pressed you against the wall, clothes didn't even come off your bodies , it wasn't needed, all you needed was his cock slipping in and out of you, nobody fucked you the way he did, nobody compared to him. It didn't take him long to make you crumble in his arms, he had no idea that you hadn't touched anyone since him, you broke his heart but your heart and body still stayed loyal to him, five years, you had been with that man for five years and you wanted fifty more but he brought you equal amounts of pain as he brought happiness.
“Happy birthday my scrappy girl”
You opened your eyes to a figure looming over you but your screams were muffled by the duct tape. You pushed and struggled against your bindings, but it was all in vain. Memories of the past flooded back to you, filling your mind with regret and longing.
If you knew someday in life you'd end up bound and helpless in a dungeon perhaps you'd have made different choices. Perhaps you wouldn't have broken the heart of the man you loved so deeply.
“Oh no you're all banged up, can't have that now can we? My son is rather brutish. I must say” you heard a woman's voice but you couldn't really see her in the dark. Her accent was thick and the perfume was strong.
You struggled again as she picked you up and made you sit down on a chair. What the hell was going on here? You didn't understand. Fear was all you felt in that moment, well that and regret.
He didn't even call you this year, was he ever going to call you again? You had no idea and maybe you'd not live the day to figure it out.
As the duct tape was ripped off your mouth you took a deep breath and then you screamed, wasn't really the wisest decision on your part because that earned you a sharp slap and then you felt a needle pricking your arm which immediately made you feel drowsy. The woman then walked away to leave the room, and when she opened the door you could see that she had long hair and that she was wearing a full length dress. You also heard another woman screaming. Were there others here?
The last thing you remembered was the entrance of a man into the room just before you passed out.
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Young Daemon looked like this
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What if Daemon shows up at Aegon II's second birthday party with the little girl he just stole? as if he came saying "stop looking at that hightower brat and look at my baby" and then leaves as if nothing had happened (rhaenyra didn't have time to spare her new cousin)
REAL. Daemon is very much all for stealing the show with his new daughter, going as far as to run his mouth about how she’s a more worthy heir than Aegon, even despite her lack of biological relation. He only really says this to get people to shut up about trying to put Aegon on the throne when it’s rightfully Rhaenyra’s, but once he says it, he realizes that his daughter SHOULD sit the throne. He’d rather die than see his daughter marry Aegon though, trust.
I’d like to think Rhaenyra is extra fond of the little girl due the feeling of constant competition between her and male family members. It’s good to have a little girl around who admires her.
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The Impossible Choice (15)
[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]
[ warnings: angst, violence, domination ]
[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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Daemon wasn't sure how he felt about seeing his brother after so many years. He stared at him with his lips tightened, while Rheanerya spoke to him in a reassuring voice, introducing him to their sons. He tried to focus on her words, but all that occupied his thoughts was that his brother would soon die.
His brother was weak, but it was because of his forgiving nature that he still had his head; he knew that any other king would have beheaded him for his disobedience. Viserys, even if he banished him for a few years, always allowed him to return, welcoming him with open arms.
What he thought of his rulership did not matter, for he loved him as a brother.
It was hard for him to see a once completely functional and joyful man lying on his deathbed in a state of partial decomposition of his body.
He was visibly stupefied and this disturbed him.
When he asked him to hand him the tea that laid on the table next to him, he did so without a word, but then a sort of shudder, a premonition passed through him and he sniffed the contents that remained.
Poppy milk.
"Your childhood friend and her father have dulled my brother's mind with fucking poppy milk." He hissed to his niece-wife, who looked at him shocked as they settled a bit further away, so that Viserys, moaning in pain, could not hear them.
Rhaenyra involuntarily placed a hand on her pregnant belly, massaging herself over it, looking around the chamber, her lips tightening. He knew the expression on her face, knew that she was torn and thinking strenuously.
"He will not sit on the throne tomorrow in this state." She said quietly, worried and frightened, Daemon chuckled at her words, shaking his head.
"Of course he won't. That's what they want. They fucking stupefied his mind." He sneered, walking towards one of the large chairs by the extinguished fireplace. He sat on it, rubbing his face with his palm.
His wife sighed quietly and walked over to him, stroking his arm reassuringly. He looked at her wordlessly, grasped her hand and kissed it.
Then Alicent walked into his brother's quarters.
A pompous, proud whore pretending to be a saint.
He looked at her with annoyance and disapproval as she tried to pretend that she was glad to see them and gave them any respect.
When his wife asked her about the poppy milk and the king's health, the queen began to wrestle with the fact that without it his brother would suffer unimaginable pain and it was his will. Daemon rolled his eyes at these words.
"And how is that will expressed? Hm?" He asked, extending his hand in front of him, raising his eyebrows mockingly. "By his moaning and wailing?"
Alicent closed her eyelids, apparently trying not to say anything inappropriate, which only made him even more amused.
She'd always tried to pretend to be noble and unsullied, but he knew women like her well.
They grew bitter and ugly in his eyes from lack of pleasure and fulfilment in life, becoming some kind of spectre.
When she began to speak about unfounded accusations and the grace of her gods, he cut himself off completely, giggling under his breath as he looked at his fingers, deciding that he wasn't going to pay any attention to this nonsense.
He already knew that they would not be able to count on his brother's support and his wife would have to manage on her own.
The next day, seeing Lucerys shaking with stress, he took him aside, grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.
He was no longer a child, but he was not yet a man either.
The worst possible time for such trials, he thought.
"You can't shake when your mother is defending your rights to Driftmark. You have to show strength, not weakness. They will be there accusing you and stirring up mud, and you have to accept it with dignity. Understood?" He asked expectantly, and Luke nodded, pressing his lips into the thin line, all pale. Daemon sighed heavily, placed a hand on his black curls and walked over to his wife, nodding that they were ready.
They steeped the throne room, which was already crowded with people causing confusion around them and loud conversations of the entire court. He saw out of the corner of his eye Otto Hightower standing next to the Iron Throne, ready to sit on it, and smirked under his breath.
He thought that this man would one day burn in the fires of Caraxes, like all his sanctimonious family.
They stood with the whole group to the right of the throne, Rhaenrya saying something quickly over her shoulder to Luke, trying to soothe him with her reassurances, grasping his hand in hers.
He thought she shouldn't do that, show maternal weakness when her son was about to prove himself strong and worthy of his inheritance, but he didn't speak, folding his hands in front of him and sighed quietly, bored.
After a moment, his attention was drawn to a couple who had walked inside through a side entrance to join the Greens. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he recognised his nephew.
He was a muscular, well-built man, walking with a confident, slow step.
Next to him Jace and Luke looked like a small boys.
His attention was also drawn to his wife.
He thought they were both complete opposites; he stony, his jaw clenched, his posture upright and aggressive. She, on the other hand, had a gentle and warm gaze, walking beside him gracefully and lightly with the quiet rustling of her ornate brown and red gown.
She wore the colours of her home, not her husband's.
He liked it.
Rumours of the circumstances of their betrothal had reached even Dragonstone, raised by Baela during one of their meals together. She learned from her maid, whose sister was a cook in Storm's End, that Lord Borros had tried to hide his youngest daughter from Prince Aemond.
The prince had her brought in, humiliating the lord with his words, saying that he could not count.
He was to kiss each of his daughters several times to see which lips gave him more pleasure, and then, to Lord Baratheon's despair, he was to kidnap his youngest daughter and take her with him to King's Landing.
He suspected that the story was coloured by some female fantasy, but in the end the young prince chose her over her sisters anyway.
Daemon thought that perhaps the prince saw an opportunity to force her to break and submit to him because of her young age and inexperience.
He concluded that he had her wrapped around his finger and probably fucked anything that moved, exactly like his older brother.
He was snapped out of his musings by the entrance of Vaemond Valeryon's, confident, buoyant,with his head held high, he stepped into the centre.
He thought it was pathetic for a man to have to puff himself up like this, to show the people gathered around him his power.
To him it was a sign of inner insecurity and weakness.
He realised with amusement that perhaps the second sons had such a thing after all.
Otto sat down on the Iron Throne, speaking aloud about what matter would be decided and gave Vaemond the right to speak first.
Daemon looked around the hall, not listening completely to what he was saying, raising his eyebrows in a gesture of complete disinterest.
His lineage and pride did not concern him.
Colrys knew perfectly well what Leanor was like.
He knew that Luke was Strong's son, and he had named him his heir anyway.
Colrys was a wise man, understanding that one remembered the name, not the blood.
He only returned with his mind to the events in the hall when his wife stepped forward to give her point of view on the matter.
She did not have time to say anything, however, as his brother stepped into the throne room.
Daemon watched with a clenched throat as his brother, his lifemate, glided slowly down the stairs with difficulty, leaning with a trembling hand on his staff.
Although he had never looked worse, weak, old, ailing, he had never seen such determination in him before either, and he pressed his lips together at the thought.
Viserys loved easy solutions and security.
He loved it when he missed the hard parts, when he didn't have to make morally debilitating decisions.
After he ordered his child to be taken out of Aemma's womb he retreated even further, horrified by his act and its consequences.
Only after Laena's death did Daemon understand what he was going through at the time.
He always wanted to marry Rhaenyra, not Laena. He had asked Viserys for it several times, but he was angered by the proposal, thinking that he wanted to use his daughter to sit on the Iron Throne.
The truth was that he didn't care about the throne.
No one could understand a Targaryen like the other Targaryen.
Nevertheless, his marriage to Laena was surprisingly successful. She and Rhaenyra had been close friends even before they were betrothed, and from what Rhaenyra later told him, they had experienced and explored each other's bodies together wanting to see what gave them pleasure.
Their close intimacy and his weakness for Rhaenyra meant that every time she visited them in their residence in Essos, they ended up in bed together.
Laena understood his complicated feelings towards his his niece and was never jealous.
Because of this he was able to love her and trust her enough to make their daily lives filled with joy and fulfilment.
When she chose to die in the fire he was heartbroken, but he also thought of her with pride.
She was a true dragon.
He felt a squeeze in his throat at the thought and lowered his head, feeling a burning sensation under his eyelids.
If it wasn't for Rhaenyra, he wouldn't have been able to survive this.
They both had to lose someone in order to be reunited for the sake of the fate that they had always been destined for.
He gasped when he heard the loud crash of steel against the ground and saw his brother-king leaning against the staff, his crown lying on the stone floor.
He moved towards him, picked up the crown because of which families had killed and fought each other for centuries and helped his brother sit on the throne.
He placed the it again on his head and looked at him, for the first time in many years recognising that his brother had risen to the occasion.
From that moment on everything took the opposite turn to what Otto had planned.
The betrothal of Rhaenyra's sons to his daughters meant that one way or another, Velaryon blood would flow in their descendants.
Vaemond was panting with rage, but he knew the cause was lost to him.
Viserys upheld the right of inheritance of Driftmark accruing to Luke.
Then Vaemond lost his temper.
Daemon felt a trembling and excitement inside him that he had not felt for a long time, he placed his hand on the hilt of his Black Sister as Vaemond began to speak, but stammered.
There was complete silence all around them.
"− say it −" He whispered mischievously, a grin full of anticipation on his face.
"− her children…−" Vaemond began, looking at him with a smile full of contentment and serenity that amused him even more.
"−… are BASTARDS!!!!! −" He shouted in such a way that saliva flew out of his mouth, like the muzzle of a dog starting to bark. He turned to look at the enraged, shocked king.
"And she… is… a whore."
All around them he heard whispers and sounds of horror, everyone knew that what he had said was treason.
He didn't think on what he was doing when in one, soundless movement he took out his Black Sister and with a sure, sharp cut sliced Vaemon's head in half, his body falling involuntarily to the ground.
Hearing the squeals and screams of those gathered around him he smiled under his breath, as he looked proudly at his handiwork, resting his hands on the hilt of his sword.
"He can keep his tongue."
Then it was time for the supper ordered by his brother. He had no desire for it, but recognised that it might be his last wish and he did not intend to leave Rhaenyra alone to be devoured, so he sat down at the table with everyone.
When the queen ordered them to pray, mentioning Vaemond in addition, he looked up at the ceiling with disbelief, shaking his head, thinking that Alicent would surely become a saint in his lifetime.
This was followed by a speech from his brother, a few toasts and finally something to eat. He was starving, he hadn't eaten anything since the morning and hoped that in two hours he could already be in his bed with his wife.
He watched with amusement as Jace, Luke, Aegon and Aemond teased each other, wrestling for glances like young roosters intent on proving to each other which was the leader of the pack.
He almost burst into laughter when he saw Jace rise his cup for his uncles health and then ask Haleana to dance, surprised to see that he was not the only one smiling at the sight.
His nephew's pretty wife was looking at the dancing couple with a smirk full of satisfaction that made him curious.
He considered that perhaps she was not after all such an empty little bird as he had thought her to be.
Then he saw that her husband had spoken to her for the first time during the entire feast, apparently noticing what he did, except that he didn't like it.
He saw her answer him something quickly, looking at him with furrowed brows, bravely not lowering her gaze, her chest rising anxiously.
He raised his eyebrow as he saw her husband's hand slide from her knee between her thighs, watching how quickly his wife tightened her hand on his arm, her husband only chuckled at her helpless attempts to stop him.
He thought that the she would cry out from humiliation, terrified, but she stared at her husband in such a way that he was suddenly enlightened.
This was no act of rape against her or display of his cruelty.
They were desiring each other.
He decided amusedly that he would interrupt this fun for them, so he stood up, meeting his wife's surprised gaze and whispered to her that he would be right back.
Rhaenyra turned to continue speaking with her father and he circled the table, walking slowly towards her. He saw, holding back a wide grin, that they hadn't even noticed him, busy with themselves.
He restrained himself with the rest of his strength not to chuckle low when his nephew quickly slid his hand out from between his wife's thighs, shocked and horrified by his presence, his wife looked at him equally surprised, all red and hot.
They looked like lovers caught in the act of rapture.
"My lady." He said softly.
He held out his palm to her, and she looked at her husband questioningly. When he did not speak, turning his head away furiously, his wife gave him her hand and they moved slowly towards the dancing couple.
They spun to the rhythm of the music, their hands touched.
He thought that she had very soft, warm skin.
"Your husband doesn't seem to handle you gently." He murmured, and she threw him a quick, surprised look. She lowered her gaze, confused; he could see that she was having trouble looking him in the face.
There was something bright and piercing in her eyes, he knew that she was just analysing his words and what he was doing.
They turned, his hand on her shoulder, barely touching the sleeve of her gown.
He did not want to frighten her, to let her think that he would treat her like Aegon.
He wanted to see how much he could get out of her, whether the Prince of Aemond was the same as his brother.
Finally she lifted her gaze to him, already a little more confident.
"My husband has a complicated character, as I think all Targaryens do." She said softly, and he laughed involuntarily at her words, so apt and true.
He hummed as they switched places, turning, their hands touching again in dance, he felt a shiver pass through her and grinned at the sight.
She was sharper than one might think.
The precious jewel that Lord Borros was trying to keep for himself was clearly worth the price.
He thought that he had been wrong in his assessment of her.
She was not like Alicent.
She didn't pretend to be someone she wasn't, the truth came out of her mouth and eyes. He began to think that perhaps his nephew had not chosen her as his wife at all because he wanted to train her like a dog, but because she pulsated with life and a strong will.
Fire and Water.
"I'm not surprised that your husband stole you from Storm's End." He said finally and felt her quiver all over, looking at him uncertainly, her eyes big and warm.
He thought with surprise that his words had aroused her, but he wasn't sure why.
Perhaps it was because there were words of truth in the rumours.
Her husband had stolen her from her father because he craved her.
They bowed to each other and returned to their seats without bestowing a glance on each other. His wife looked at him softly, placing her hand on his, and he kissed her palm, closing his eyes, smelling her pleasant, familiar scent.
"She seems a nice young lady. Could you pass me a piece of cake?" She said lightly, pointing to a platter nearby, and he nodded, placing a piece on her plate.
"Yes, she's surprisingly clever. I think she managed to tame a dragon." He hummed, glancing at his nephew who had just furiously rejected his wife's hand, his mouth hissing out a few words.
"Don't touch me."
Daemon raised his eyebrows in amusement, putting the platter back in place, Rhaenyra busied herself eating.
"A dragon?" She asked with interest, wiping the corner of her mouth clean of crumbs.
"Your half-brother with one eye." He muttered, grabbing his goblet and taking a long sip of wine from it.
He looked with interest at the prince who suddenly stood up, informing them matter-of-factly that his wife was unwell and he would escort her to her chamber.
He almost choked on his wine on hearing this confession and led them away with a look of utter disbelief.
He was so jealous that he needed to fuck her now.
He fought the thought of going out after them, of covering them and humiliating them, of seeing their faces, but decided that he would let them have their fun.
His wife cocked her head, returning to the subject he had brought up earlier, finishing the piece of cake she had just eaten.
"What did you mean when you said that she tamed him?" She hummed, intrigued apparently by his discovery. He looked at her, grinning.
"Her husband is completely obsessed with her."
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