#Aegon ii targaryen imagines

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

credit to the owners of the images.

Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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[aemondwhoresworld]

hotd2 spoilers Aegon Targaryen — House Of The Dragon S2E3

[restinslices]

If Aegon ii Targaryen Was A Sub

I forgot I said I was gonna post this weeks ago so here it is. Also before we begin, I feel like I gotta say that I DO NOT condone some of the shit he did in the show. This is not that type of party. I just think he has pathetic looking eyes and I’m known to make men subs. Let’s all just be horny in peace Obviously MDNI

A very needy whiny whore 

Needs attention and validation constantly 

Will actually start buggin’ if you're giving someone else attention 

And when I say “needy” I really mean that shit 

He's constantly tryna convince you to sneak away with him for a quickie. And if you're alone together? He definitely wants to fuck 

He's extremely needy and badly wants approval and appreciation but he's also such a fucking brat 

This man is a spoiled ass Prince. Are we surprised?

He's bratty in the sense that he likes pushing buttons but also in the sense that he just sometimes doesn't feel like listening to you 

Behavior that you'll have to make sure to correct 

Now when I mention anal you may wanna say “oh but I have female anatomy”. To that, I say “pegging”

Now you may wanna say “strapons don't exist in this universe” and to that I say “they have literal DRAGONS. Use your imagination and pretend they've been invented”

Now let's continue 

Idk why I feel this way but I can see him enjoying sex from behind. Especially while getting his hair pulled

Also has a thing for titty sucking 

Sucks on you while you ride him 

Or if he's bored 

Kinks and/or fetishes I can see him having are anal, barebacking, biting, breath play, dacryphilia, face fucking, free use, fingering (possibly fisting too), impact play, loud sex, name calling (whatever you wanna go by), orgasm control, orgies, praise, rough sex, and probably some other shit 

I just feel like he can easily be talked into anything. As long as he's getting pleased 

Enjoys the risk of possibly getting caught 

Turns him on even more if he's the one getting fucked 

Possibly getting caught fucking you is one thing but possibly getting caught getting treated like a whore? He'll cum from the thought alone 

Loves being told how slutty he looks

If you can fill his ass with cum, do it! 

Also enjoys being eaten out

He'll reach around to grab your hair and push his ass against you so your tongue goes deeper 

I can see him having a bit of toxic masculinity so you calling his ass a “pussy” or “cunt” will irritate him 

But in the same breath it makes him extremely hard 

His eyes are expressive so it's easy to tell when he's horny 

I don't see him denying it either 

Despises dry humping so it's a good punishment 

He's just way too impatient for it 

Other punishments for him could be orgasm denial, edging or refusing to touch him at all. Not just sexually. Like, refusing to kiss him 

Or telling him he can't pleasure himself could be a punishment 

Cock warming probably isn't his favorite either. Like I said, he's impatient. He immediately wants to fuck 

Has a fantasy of being fucked at a pleasure house while other people watch 

Also has a fantasy of having his mouth full of cum and it leaking out while he's being fucked 

Someone remind me to write these out 

I know I've said a bath for aftercare with other characters but like,,, who doesn't love a good bath?

Quick afterthoughts

He's definitely vocal. I just don't see him being quiet 

Doesn't mind getting woken up with sex

Cannot fully express how much he loves dirty talk

[aegoniiwifey]

Anon who requested the chubbydaddy!aegon and his daughter <3 you did my request justice and way more I'm obsessed- I literally reread it like ten times I love it. Also another chubbydaddy!aegon request: Aegon getting requests to court/ wed his precious girl, and he ignores them all, ignores what the Small Council wants, etc and goes to her after a long day, letting her ride his belly, then breeding, then cumplay, and whatever your genius mind comes up with <3

Wanna Be Yours

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

WORDS: 1,944.

WARNINGS: incest, swearing, angst, breeding kink, praise kink, stomach riding, cum play, titty sucking, p in v sexual intercourse. indented parts are previous scenes.

A/N - I am so so sorry for responding so late, I took a little hiatus with tumblr and am starting to find my rhythm again. I absolutely adore this trope and your ideas. so happy you enjoyed the first piece, it was an absolute privilege to write! hope this is just what you imagined also xx

Apologies I have not reread this as I finished work and my eyes are about to shut! will proof read tomorrow ♥️

credit to my beloved BOOBIE @bnb-atnite for making this godly image of my man CHUBBY! ilysm!

"Your Grace, it is highly frowned upon by the Seven that you wed your daughter! We have given many exceptions to your ancestors for upholding their queer customs, but this- This arrangement we do not condone!"

Aegon's deep exhale as his eyes darkly snapped towards the elderly maester, was enough to silence the room with his palpable vehemence. He was beyond tired and irritated by the constant nagging of his esteemed Council, of their blatant disapproval of their King's intentions to wed his beloved... His only surviving blood, his daughter.

Throughout the war, Aegon had grown insatiably protective of you: in addition to having a special place in his heart as his eldest born, you remained the last remaining figure in his previous life, despite his mother and himself. As your grandmother silently fell into madness, in the privacy of her chambers, where she preferred to seclude herself, Aegon had no other person he soulfully cherished than you. And as he was to you, the feelings had become reciprocated. Your father loved you dearly: since becoming of age, a young, matured woman, his advances had grown more intimate and lubricious. You owed him your life, and wished nothing more than to devote yourself to him. No man could have done what he did for you...

"It is done, Maester Orwyle... I will wed my daughter in the ancient traditions of our House, if it be the last damned thing I do. I am the fucking King!" Aegon loudly asserted, slamming his pudgy hand against the solid, wooden tabletop, as his words simmered the Council into a fright.

Aegon was known for his temper, although it took a great deal for him to raise his voice: he was a stubborn man at that, also...

"My dearest, what is it? What have they done now that troubles you so, hmm?"

Aegon defeatedly relinquishes in the wooden rocking chair by the stoking fire: it’s orange-red tinged flames being the only source of light emitting in the room.

You walk up behind your father, his face stern and unmoving besides his closed eyes as his hand rubbed at his temples. Your hands find their way to his broad, thick shoulders, giving them a gentle massage as you knead the tension.

“So-So tense, my beloved. Tell me what is wrong, so that I may be of some help. Let me ease your mind, Daddy.”

Aegon’s shrugging shoulders said plentiful, as he opened his eyes once more, head turning slightly to its side so that you were in his peripheral vision.

“There is nothing to be sorted, my love. I am to wed you, and as their rightful King, it is my final word above all else. Those elderly cunts can yap all they want. I will have you.”

With his final word, a yearning flare brews between your thighs, aching for one particular thing. Your father always had a way with words, especially with you.

“Is that so?” You teasingly utter, as you straddle yourself comfortably on his lap. Your arms grip the overarching wooden frame of the chair as you swiftly lift yourself up, before plopping back down, although this time elevated by your father’s overgrown, rotund belly.

Your earliest, core memories of your father had always been admiring him at feasts and family dinners. He never denied himself a hearty meal, and his grand appetite never ceased during the war. Inevitably, as the years went by and his youth disappeared the weight remained and latched on with each mouthful. The intimate moments your attention would linger onto him, as he savoured each bite, the way he'd unashamedly lick the grease and crumbs off his chubby fingers, even off the rings that had fit him a time before... Now that he had sized up immensely, most treasures and clothes that he had worn, he had rapidly outgrown. None of his rings could go beyond the tips of his fingers, and he was in great denial about it, refusing to resize until you had convinced him otherwise. The way he had often rubbed his aching, bloated belly: swollen beneath the restricting fabric, a somewhat elevated and satisfied look strewed across his handsome, fat face as he would pat himself proudly.

"But I want Daddy all to myself. I want Daddy to fight the whole realm for me, if he has to. Can Daddy do that for me?" You utter closely into his hear, your hot breath dense against his earlobe: after hastily hiking your skirt up [wearing nothing below, as you instinctively anticipated this precise moment], you unbuttoned his top garment, only to expose his rotund, plush belly. The handful of rolls engulfing his sides, the grip-able hips that accentuated his width, streaked with raw, red stretch marks all across his love handles and lower belly. His tits were double your size, nipples sensitive under your gentle touch, even a flick of his nipple was enough to make him moan. It made you flustered, the sheer sight in evidence of your father's blatant growth... And he had no shame in admitting it.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my sweet, little princess. Daddy would burn the entire realm if he has to for you... I'll repopulate the world with my princess, if needs be."

With each of his longing words, you pressed yourself down deeper, sinking your bare cunt further against his naked belly, causing him to whimper. His pudgy hands found their way beneath your layered gown, each palm rested atop your cheeks, firmly cupping and squeezing at your flesh.

"My princess knows just what to do, to make her Daddy happy, huh? My only joy in life, is you."

Your grinding rhythmic, the pace begins to quicken with excitement, as your throbbing cunt becomes moist, the wetness stirring and oozing beneath, against the warm friction. As your cum coats his smooth fat, slowly it becomes more tolerable.

"I-I just wanna make m-my Daddy proud- D-Daddy can s-say whatever, a-and I'll do as I'm t-told-"

"Is that so?" His mimicking voice, a deep growl wretched from his throat, as his hands find their strength, shoving you deeper against his swallowing frame. He always admired how tiny you appeared in comparison to him, how fragile it made you look. He rejoiced it was a symbol of how he could protect you, that he was your shelter.

"Daddy wants to fuck Princess senseless, all night long. Fill my Princess up with my hot, hot seed until I'm certain she takes. Daddy wants Princess to swell with his child, and show her off to the realm. That the babe kicking in her belly, is all his undoing, hmm."

"A-Anything for Daddy- Just f-fuck me, Aeg-"

Although it drove Aegon wild to hear you mindlessly moan and whisper Daddy, something in particular, whenever you called him by his name, would often trigger something more insatiable in him. He could devour you in the spot, like some afternoon tea honey cake, whenever you spoke of his true name.

"Undo my pants-" Immediately without sparing a thought more, you obeyed. As Aegon's plump belly expanded over his thick, wide lap, his portly fat pad beneath had somewhat engulfed his cock. It made it difficult for him to even try to locate or masturbate himself. For now, you had both learnt tricks to overcome the obstacle, having your father lean in a certain angle, as you put in the effort to locate his fat, hard cock, plunging it deep between your walls.

As he tried to reposition himself with great difficulty, in the faint space left remaining in the seat with you atop: breathless by the end of all the moving, you managed to pluck out his cock. The sheer sight and tension beneath your gentle stroking grip, its reddened, blush tip oozing with a sheer-white, translucent reside, palpating with excitement.

"Don't keep Daddy waiting, Princess. I need to feel your walls take my cock. Make you so fucking full of me, I'll make you a human waterfall."

The raw feeling of his cock between your inner walls, clenching to adjust to its girthy, solid size: although it could no longer delve as deep as it used to, the friction of his fat pad against your clit, and the pressure of his mass against your lower stomach, made it invigorating nonetheless.

"Th-That's it, Princess. S-So tight for me. All fucking mine, and the w-whole world will know it-"

"Y-Yes, Daddy-"

"If I need to fuck you with the eyes of the Court watching, I will."

As means to muffle your moans and loud pleas for Aegon, bashfully mindful of the servants and Kingsguard stationed beyond the inches of the door outside, your mouth latched onto Aegon's porky tits.

Suckling at his tender flesh, as your tongue licked at his nipple, causing him to wince and growl in eager approval, one hand left your ass cheek, gripping close your bucking hips, and found its way snaking behind your back, before pulling at your loose hair.

Tightly tugging at the free strands, mottling between his pudgy fingers, he once more, gave gentle encouragement, shoving your face down deeper against his tubby chest.

"F-Fuck Y/N. S-So impressed by Daddy, huh, Princess? You keep going at this rate, I'll be making my own damn milk for you and the babes."

Noticing the glistening residue of your cum spilled across his rolls and paunchy stomach, his other hand cleaned the mess up over with his bare hand. Before hungrily licking off your wetness with his tongue, licking his hand clean free.

"Delicious."

With his heavy, dense weight keeping him pinned down against the chair, he made no effort to thrust himself inside as he once jovially could. Alternatively, the chair swayed with his potent motions, as he would subtly buck his ample hips forward into your frame.

"My sweet, beautiful girl is gonna cum already. I can feel you swallow my cock whole, your walls suffocating my cock. Take me, princess, take it all-"

With the finish of his words, signalling his epitome, Aegon shot his hot, fresh seed into you: warmly coating your inner walls, as your own wetness gushed over his eager, hard cock. Catching a minute to regain your breaths and thoughtless mind, you lifted yourself off, and instantly the mess began to pool across your inner thighs.

Almost on cue or from impressive instinct, Aegon began to scoop at your inner thighs, sensitive from his touch, its abrupt presence startled you.

"Did I not teach you about letting things go to waste, baby? Never let this out. This is as precious as Valyrian steel. I ought to keep you plugged up with my cock..."

The tips of his fat fingers tease at the entrance of your folds, softly tracing over your stained, painful walls: impressed with your sudden shiver and moan, his deep chuckle left you feeling reminiscent of your first time. How nervous you felt, inexperienced against your father's wit.

"I-I want this to take. I want to have as many babes as the Gods see fit with you, Aeg... I want to swell healthily with child, and give you the heir you want... As many as you desire-"

As one fo your hands remained nestled against his chest, tracing soft, random lines against the crevices of his rolls: the other travelled its way to his face, pushing aside a random strand of hair, away from his handsome, fuller face.

"I want our sons to be the spitting image of their father, and our daughter's kind like their grandmother... Will Daddy fuck me day and night, to make my wish come true, hmm?"

"Of course..."

credit for dividers - @/valeskafics

[justanoasisimagines]

Jealously Headcanons

Requests are open! Enjoying writing these Jealously Headcanons, so who shall be next? Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

❀Aegon is not as tactical as Aemond is when it comes to jealousy. Aemond waits and takes his time. Aegon feels jealously brutally and possessively. You are his and anyone who dares to attempt to change that will face his wrath. ❀Aegon watches the Lord shamelessly flirt with you. Attempting to get you to laugh at his poor jokes, using flattery and peacocking around. Aegon's at his wits with the Lord's actions. Yet when the lord touches your arm, he loses all sense. Enough is enough.

❀Aegon does not move. Instead, he calls you to his side which you do so gladly. Aegon admires the way you walk. Yet his focus is on the Lord who continuously gawks at you as if you belong in a brothel.

❀Only Aegon is allowed to look at you like that. No one else. Especially not someone who is underneath him.

❀When you get to Aegon, he's shamelessly all over you. He's going to kiss you in front of everyone. He doesn't care, more so when he makes you sit in his lap. He'll show the lord exactly who you belong to.

❀Except Aegon's not finished. He's out for revenge. Everyone needs to be reminded you belong to him and him alone. The Lord needs to be made a spectacle out of.

❀Aegon makes a public spectacle of the Lord. Aegon threatens him in front of the entire court. He publically threatens to kill the man if he ever looks at you again. Then suggests torturing the man painfully and slowly

❀The lord drops his gaze, examining the floor, not even glancing at your shoes. Aegon enjoys watching the man squirm. He knows the word has been reinforced. No one attempts to sway you in another direction unless they wish to feel his wrath.

[sommornyte]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐈

𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝗯𝗼���𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗔𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 (𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘, 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝), 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲?

[multific]

A Mother's Love

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Aegon getting stuck in a meeting is nothing new. Being held up by the nobles was a normal occurrence. However, all Aegon was thinking is how he would rather be in bed with you, his very pregnant wife. 

Aegon was held up by the council. His leg bounced as he grew more and more annoyed by the second.

All he wanted was to go back to bed, where you were, cuddle to your baby bump and forget about all this King nonsense.

Little did he know, that just as he was dreaming about your baby bump, you were on your bed, screaming in pain.

One of the servants went to fetch the King, but a knight stood in her way, not allowing the king to be disturbed. 

Aegon was now extremely irritated, he felt like for the entire day, he had been held in that damn room.

And he was.

As soon as he exited, the servant girl rushed over to him.

"My King! I have been waiting for you!"

"Not now! I wish to rest!" he tried to dismiss the girl.

"But My King! The Queen is in labor." that stopped Aegon. He slowly turned and looked at the girl.

"What did you just say?"

"She started her pains this morning, it is possible she has already given birth." said the girl.

"Why didn't you come and tell me sooner?!" Aegon was now yelling.

"The guards stopped me." she replied, Aegon looked at his guards, shooting extremely disappointed looks at them. But he can deal with them later.

Aegon then quickly turned and headed back to where your shared chambers was.

He opened the door, and there you were, your eyes met him and you smiled. Holding a little bundle in your arms.

Every servant left the room, leaving the King and Queen alone.

"I didn't know. They didn't tell me." he said, trying his best to explain himself but you just smiled. He moved closer to you.

"Doesn't matter anymore. Come, meet your son." you were quick to hand him the bundle as he sat down next to you. "He looks like you."

Aegon looked down at his son, his eyes and hair were the exact as his father's.

"I was hoping you would name him." you confessed and he gave a nod. He was too focused on the little baby.

"He is beautiful." Aegon whispered as the child yawned. "You gave me an angel." you smiled, closely watching the two. 

"I'm also extremely tired. If I may sleep for a bit."

"I will give him to the nurse."

"No, no Aegon." you were quick as he stood up, you reached towards your son. "I wish to have him here, please."

Aegon looked at you confused. "Why? You need to rest."

"Yes, of course. But I also need to bond with him. If I don't have him here... I do not wish to be like your mother was to you." you finally confessed. Your deepest worry since became aware of the little human inside you.

"You would never be like her." Aegon moved back onto the bed, sitting down once more. "You will be an amazing mother. You will show every woman what it is to be a mother. A mother who loves their child. I know you will, you grew to love me." you smiled.

"Leave him in his crib." you pointed at the little bed next to your side of the bed. "When he falls asleep, put him on his back into the bed and the small blanket over him. If he wakes and I don't, wake me, I'll feed him. Do not call a nurse. Promise me Aegon that you will not call a nurse." he could hear the desperation in your voice and as much as he knew you needed to rest, he also didn’t wish to fight your decision. 

"I promise you, My Love. I will do as you asked." you nodded before moving to lay down, watching the two as you fell asleep. 

Aegon looked at his son, slowly standing up as he walked to the windows, letting the late afternoon sun hit the child's beautiful round cheeks. 

Aegon placed a kiss onto the child's forehead. 

Aegon was still rather furious that the guards didn't warn him about what was happening in his own castle, he will make sure that they will learn their lesson. 

But just for now, he was okay with only holding his son as he watched you sleep.

A warm feeling completely filled his chest. 

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maybe, if you do a part 5, I could see aegon and aemond PRAISING their pregnant wife like crazy.

Say It (Part 5) - The Heir

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader.

Word Count: 2,867

Warning: pregnancy, birth, blood

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Six

Authors Note: I'm so sorry this took so long to come out. I've been so busy with work and holidays! But I am back with a new chapter! I hope you all love it!

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"I don’t care if it’s a boy. I hope you know I expect no duty regarding our children.” Aegon’s voice breaks through the silence, lifting his head from your lap with truthful eyes. His sudden admission shocks you. You have never discussed his succession, too focused on keeping our heads and the throne than on the future. His hands rub your smooth, swollen belly before kissing your bump. Smiling at you, he winks, and butterflies erupt in your stomach as heat fills your face at his affection.

“Nor do I, my love.” Aemond mumbles behind you with his chest pressed against his back while he leads against the headboard. The younger brother snuggles into your neck, closing his eyes as he takes in your scent. 

“I am glad because I’ve had dreams of a baby girl the last two moons." You confess, not understanding the weight of dreams for House Targaryen. "I was worried since we never talked about the gender of the baby.” Your mentioning of dreams sends Aegon flying from your lap, cupping your face while Aemond shifts, with you now sitting, facing them both.

“Dreams? What dreams? Tell me, sweetheart.” Aegon’s frantic words come out calm as his wide eyes look over you. Behind Aegon’s shoulder, Aemond silently nods, wishing to hear the answer his brother asked.

“Please,” Aegon begs, making you giggle at his sudden desperation. Nodding, you explain your dreams to them.

“It’s always in flashes, never a whole thing. It's just flashes of red, green, and black. Most of it is just a blur of colors. But some images are more clear.”  You admit both of the boys’ eyes widen as their imagination begins to go wild. Red. Green. Black. The two men share a worried look before turning back to you. 

“Go on.” Aemond encourages with a gentle smile. Your hand finds Aegon’s cheek while your other reaches for Aemond’s hand, who grabs yours with a smile. 

“Images of your mother running to me as I scream out. Blinding pain, then a loud, powerful cry. She is beautiful. Her eyes are as blue as your sapphire, her hair bright like the snow of the North. I don’t know how but she has a fire never seen before, unmatched by any dragon before her. I swear it to the Gods.” Finishing your description, you realize both of your husbands have tears in their eyes as they stare at you, jaws ajar. Aemond is the first to break from their trance. He shifts closer to you, leaning his forehead against your bump, kissing the spot above your belly button. 

“My fierce girl.” He whispers to your abdomen, eyes closed as he imagines a little blonde girl running around with a makeshift stick-turned-sword, training with him. Reading to his little girl and teaching her how to control her dragon. Warm spreads through his chest as a tear slides down his cheek. Pulling away, he looks at Aegon and knows his older brother is thinking the same thoughts as Aegon’s eyes are bloodshot and wet.

“She will be the most loved and protected little girl in all the Seven Kingdoms. I will have the head of anyone who dares speak ill of her, my wife.” Aegon declares. Being the more emotional one, his feelings speak in extremes that you know are true. Your heart fills with pride as you look at these two men devoted to you and the baby in your womb. 

“I love you more than any star in the night sky.” You stare at them in total admiration.

Suddenly, the door to your shared chambers swings open, revealing Cole. A growl leaves Aegon's throat as he throws his sheet over your bare body. 

"What?" Aemond glares daggers into the man in the doorway. Cole shifts his feet uncomfortably beneath Aemond's cold gaze.

"The Hand has requested both of you in the Council room. It is of the utmost importance." Cole looks strong, but his voice quivers slightly. Aemond moves from behind you, keeping the sheet to your chest before pulling his pants on, followed by his shirt, while Aegon isn't convinced he is needed, so he chooses to stay by your side in the bed.

"Tell him it can wait until tomorrow. I do not wish to rule today." Aegon dismisses the knight, burying his face back into your stomach, thumb ghosting over the spot your daughter had her foot pushing against your stomach, making her shift closer to her father's voice.

"It is about Dragonstone." Sir Cole's words make Aegon still before pulling himself off the bed, pecking your cheek before putting his clothes on. 

"Fuck" Aegon mutters to himself while tying his tunic, turning to you with worried eyes.

"I'm sorry, my love. We both wish we could stay in this room with you forever. But we will be back shortly," Aegon pecks you once more. Aemond kisses your lips with a soft smile before he and Aegon follow Cole, who stalks down the hall. 

Loneliness creeps in as the room goes silent, only the thought of your dream to keep you company. Rubbing your stomach, you drop your sheet and move to your wardrobe, pulling on your slip before sifting through the fabric. Quickly, your eye in a gorgeous emerald silk gown with blue lace embroidery that Alicent had gifted you at Aemond's and your wedding. Refusing to call the maids, you decide to walk.  Slowly, you fix your feet into the dress, grab the shoulders of the fabric, and pull the gown up your body. Everything goes smoothly as the shift stops halfway over your bell when you attempt to put your arms through the holes. Sharp pain in your abdomen shocks you causing you to drop the fabric with your hands flying to your stomach. 

After a few moments, the pain subsides as you resume putting your arms in the dress. With a triumphed humph, you congratulate yourself for being able to dress without help at nine moons pregnant. However successful, you were exhausted when you finished adjusting your dress. Using the nearest places to steady yourself, you walk toward Aemond's favorite reading chair by your fireplace. 

Leaning against the firm cushion, you think about what could've happened on Dragonstone. Fear fills your chest when you think of the awful plan Rhaenyra could have stored for your husbands and children. You'd like to hope that Rhaenyra, as a mother, would spare your children, but you know Daemon would not. 

Another stabbing pain fills your stomach, no longer in one place. Involuntarily, a scream leaves your throat as you clutch your stomach in pain before it dulls enough for you to think. 

"Something is wrong." Your cry falls upon only your ears as you try to get up from the chair, moving towards the door as you lean on the wall. Finally, you make it to the door and fling it open before spilling out of it, catching yourself on the cold corridor walls. The pain stalls enough for you to limp your way to the end of the hallway before another crash of agony hits you, flinging you to the ground as you feel hot liquid snake down your leg. 

"The baby is coming." You wail as you frantically reach for the wetness growing beneath you. Your heart freezes when your hand returns red, fingers soaking with your blood.

"No." You whisper before two soft hands grab your shoulders. Looking up through watery eyes, you make out the infamous emerald green dress of Alicent Hightower.

"My love?" Alicent questions, confused eyes finding yours before her owe drifts to your bloodied fingers.

Her worried eyes immediately fill with tears before her saddened expression hardens. 

"Someone get the masters! What are you all gawking for? Move!" Her tone demands attention and urgency, causing the poor servants of the Keep to scurry off.  Turning to face you, Alicent's features are less harsh but scared nonetheless.

"Now, we need to get you back to bed. Maybe laying down might settle the babe. I'm sure you both are anxious to meet. Where are my sons?"  Alicent helps you to your feet, screaming at the maids while she guides you down the hallway you previously came from. Slowly, with tears down your reddened face, you try to walk beside Alicent but fail when your legs buckle underneath you as the stabbing pain returns. 

"Fuck." You scream as liquid gushes around your legs. Looking to Alicent, who kneels beside you, every ounce of bravery leaves you.

"I am scared." You whisper as the contraction begins to lessen its wrath. "  I don't think I can do this." Looking down at your swollen belly, you already felt like you failed the baby in your womb. 

"We never do, my Queen." She brushes the hair stuck to your face away before grabbing a black handkerchief from a maid with red hair and draping your head with a cool towel. 

"But, you are strong. You are strong, fierce like the dragon resting in your womb. You are a mother,  my dear. A mother of a dragon, so be one."  Another wave of pain washes over you, accompanied by immense pressure building. You knew you needed to push; your body was screaming for you to push. 

But you couldn't do this without your husbands, but you had no choice as the pressure became too much. Alicent guides you to get on your hands and knees, with a cool hand rubbing down your back. The older woman breathed with you through each contraction. The maester rushing into the chambers along with three of your closest maidens. 

"You may go now, milady." The older man nods to Alicent, who shoots him a cold glare, effectively silencing the man.

"I will not leave her side." She finishes, making the maester speechless. Her words fill you with warmth as you reach for her hand, which she quickly takes with a soft smile. The servant girls go to stand beside the maester who examines for any dangers.

"Everything looks normal, my Queen. But, your grace, you have to start pushing. I can see the babe. It's starting to come now." His words trigger blinding pain to fire back, immediately causing you to push as hard as possible. Screaming, your vocal cords vibrate in your throat as the pressure pulls through your core. A loud screech shakes through the Keep as tears fall down your face.

"You're almost there. You are doing so well. It's okay. Just breathe." Alicent coos as your grip tighten on her hand. Unflinching, the former Queen takes the pain and replaces it with a firm squeeze. 

Finally, the pressure releases as a wave of liquid that gushes out of you, followed by a loud, piercing cry. Relief looks through you as you hear your child cry. However, exhaustion settles into your bones as you drop from your position, leaning onto the wall. Behind you, the maester quickly assesses your baby before turning to you with a welcoming smile.

"Your Grace." He looks at you with a raised brow, a bundle of blankets in his hands. Silently, you extend your arms. Moving to you, he places the pile of fabric in your arms when two bright blue eyes stare at you. 

It's as if your world stopped at that moment. 

In your arms, your beautiful baby girl reaches up to you, and you reach back, holding her little hand in your own.

"Hello, my fierce girl. You're a fighter just like your daddies, aren't you?" You coo, your thumb rubbing her soft cheek before your heart breaks at the thought of her father. Looking up, your eyes find Alicent and Cole's, who look guilty as if they knew what you would ask.

"Where are my husbands?"

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"We can't leave this land open. They will see that and ambush us. Daemon is smart; we can't underestimate him." Aemond explains, looking between Otto and Aegon. Aegon nods, agreeing with his brother, making Otto scoff.

"Daemon is an emotional child. He will do whatever destructive plan falls first into his thoughts." Otto dismisses the men before him, turning to sit at the Council table. 

"He's been at Harrenhal for six sunrises. People have seen Caraxes flying there. He's planning something, and he's willing to wait whatever it is out-" Suddenly, the Council door flies open, revealing a horrified maid.

"What is the meaning of this? That door remained to be shut and locked! No one to enter, especially without knoc-" Otto smacks the table, glaring at the girl.

"It's Y/N, your Grace. " That was all she needed to say for the King and the Prince to begin to follow her. However, Otto moves in front Of them, blocking the door.

" No one will leave this room until this matter is settled." Otto spats at grandsons. Silently, Aegon closes the distance between himself and the old man.

"And who is going to stop us?" Aegon's tone is murderous, alarming both his brother and grandfather. The two men eye each other before Otto quietly moves out of their way. Rushing down the halls, they heard Vhagar's roar pierce through the castle, vibrating the walls. She sounded as if she was in pain. Fear filled Aegon and Aemond as they rushed through the halls toward your shared wing of the Castle.

Coming to your hallway, blood pools in the entryway, smearing halfway down the hall. The sight causes both men to stop, looking at each other before they run down your hall before practically spilling into your room and falling to the floor.

"Oh my." Alicent giggles from your side as you lay on the bed, leaning against your headboard, rocking your sleeping daughter in your arms.

"Are you okay? What has happened-" Aemond stops himself when he sees a bundle of cloth in your arms and tiredness on your face. "Did y-" His eye trained on the white-haired child sleeping in your arms; he dropped to his knees in front of you.

"There's someone who wants to meet the both of you." A sob cracks through Aegon's lips as he moves towards your side. Alicent moves, silently leaving the room to allow you three peace with your new baby.

Your husbands take place on each side of you. Your daughter sleeps peacefully in your arms, swaddled in a pale green blanket. 

"She's perfect." Aegon whispers. "Hi. I'm your father. Hi." He smooths down her blonde hair before placing a delicate kiss on her head. 

"Yes, she is. She's fierce too. Fought like hell. A tough youngling." Your answer. "Just like her fathers before her." 

Smiling, Aemond wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. Instantly, Aegon leans on your side, laying his head on your shoulder as the three of you watch the sleeping miracle you made.

"Thank you." Aemond's voice breaks through the contentment, his eye never leaving the baby. With a soft smile, you press your lips to his cheek, lingering slightly before pulling away. 

"For?" You question, Tilting your head as you examine your husband's face for an explanation. Chuckling, Aemond finally turns to face you.

"For this. For you, for her, for us. Even for Aegon. None of us would be here if it weren't for you, my beautiful wife. So, I thank you for making me the happiest person in Westeros." Aemond was not one to share his emotions so openly with anyone, especially in front of his brother, but he pushed through to pour his heart before your feet.

Leaning in, you connect your lips to his, and his hand moves to cup your face before your lips pull away, foreheads still touching. Silently, you close your eyes and absorb him. 

"If I may? I feel the same, baby. I could never repay the happiness you have given me today, the happiness both of you have given me." He pauses, taking a deep breath before starting again. "She's everything I imagined." Aegon's rushed whispers, laced with so much love and care, fill your heart with joy. 

"I love you both so much. I'd be lost without you. I should be thanking you for giving me your love and time. For giving me this gorgeous girl. For it all." Tears fall down your cheek as Aegon wipes them away, kissing your cheek before laying his head in the crook of your neck.

"I love you!" Aegon whispers, holding your sleeping daughter's hand around his index finger. Aemond's hand supports her feet as she lays in the corner of your elbow, rocking her slightly. 

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"I love you." Aemond leans his head against yours while your eyes slowly begin to fall closed. Leaning back into your husband's, the three of you find yourself falling fast asleep with your daughter safely in your arms.

Part six coming soon !!

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

Divine Honour.

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

WORDS: 1,515.

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

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

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

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

"B-Bub!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And this little princess—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come here—”

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

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

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

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

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

"N-No- Ahh, Aeg—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I do, Aeg."

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

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Chubby Aeg Request: Heavy Targcest, Aegon and his daughter, Aegon love to make his sweet girl ride his thigh, then bury himself inside her, bringing her to pleasure over and over, before holding her to him, showering her with love in the aftermath, making sure his dominance didn't overwhelm her

Daddy’s Princess

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!Princess!Reader

WORDS: 3,014.

WARNINGS: incest, mentions of death/war/suicide, mentions of depression, dark!Aegon ii, thigh riding, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, cream pie, breeding kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, dom!Aegon ii, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii. mentions of pregnancy/birth.

A/N - I’ve never done this trope before but something is making me feral & I— must admit, this was hot… I got very carried away, but still hope you enjoy xoxo

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The Targaryens were undoubtedly known for their “queer” customs, this had been widely yet sceptically recognised. Your own grandmother, the Dowager Queen, even uttered the words herself, despite having played a major role in marrying your late, beloved mother, Helaena to her elder brother, your father and the rightful King, Aegon the Second.

The Dance of the Dragons had begun to churn, when you were still nothing more than a child, however it progressed well into a few solid years throughout your adolescence, only for your father to come out victorious against his treacherous half-sister and her family of “bastards and traitors”, as he spat. The Gods had answered your endless prayers, regardless, rejoicing in success.

Once the Dance had reached its end, you had transformed into a young, modest woman, of the age two-and-twenty. Your handsome father, fifteen years your elder, conceived you during his own youth, robbing him of freedom and instilling responsibility instead, likewise with your dear mother. You had always been plagued with the pestering thought of feeling like a burden unto the young couple, as their firstborn, however your father reassured you otherwise, that you were nothing more than a blessing to him, otherwise.

Regardless, the fearsome battles determinedly fought throughout the decades, came at an inconceivable cost: the cost of the innocent, defenceless lives of your younger siblings who tragically perished in horrendous manners. Your late mother, Queen Heleana, wrought with mad grief and depression for the witness and loss of her babes, she could not bear the reality of life itself, taking her own life as a means to end her suffering.

Excluding yourself, you had no one else other than your grandmother, the Dowager Queen, who kept much to her seldom self these toiling days, isolated in her lonesome chambers, and your father...

Throughout the entirety of the ceaseless quarrels, your dear father had always ensured keeping a close eye and ear on you. Warmly reassuring your frightful self, that he would burn the world before any harm could be done unto you. He kept you close by him at all times, if he had not attended the battle himself on dragonback, Sunfyre close by your chambers, despite having a broken wing, with your own hatchling, Morghul, constantly beside you. It tore him to pieces when he made the harsh decision of having to entrust you to Larys and his unsavoury men, to sneak you off to Dragonstone where he would meet you eventually.

The most skilled guards posted ceaselessly hours on end, day and night, outside your chambers, not a single action went by without Aegon knowing, for all matters regarding your whereabouts went directly through him. During this time, you had solely instilled a perpetual trust in your father's decisions, that laid foundations in your bond with one another, which lingered even post succession of the war. It would be an understatement, that you had become heavily reliant on him, most of the time having been denied the autonomy to think and decide for yourself at such a young age, you grew to much prefer your father taking action, trusting him and only him with decisions regarding your own life. He was highly protective of you, in a way no lord nor knight of the realm could pledge and devote their lives to. You were his kin, his blood, his possession: you became his sole purpose and will to survive during the Dance.

There was, however, only one decision, you had ever made purely yourself, that would change the dynamic of the realm itself...

"Come, my sweet angel. Come to Daddy, and let me ease your mind..."

Despite the realm returning to some ounce of normalcy and peace, the nights you still endured adversity with. Troubling nightmares engulfed your slumber mind of the haunting memories of the Dance. Stirring you awake in a state of distress and panic, sweat beads drenched your forehead and mottled hair, your exposed, plump breasts accentuated in your silk, white nightgown, heaving with every haste and dense breath. Despite the adoring, relentless company of your dotting father by your side in bed, he immediately awoke in tune to your disruptive motions, persisting to remain awake, until he was assured you were comforted and sound of mind, lulling you himself back to sleep.

"Baby, sit on my lap. That's it- Another nightmare, my love?"

"Y-Yes, father."

"I know the feeling all to well, precious... Do you wish to speak about it?" Aegon huskily uttered, as his rough hands gently whisked away the odd strands of hair out of place, his other hand caressing soft circles at your lower back.

Since his heroic return from battle, despite the brutal injuries sustained, and since recovering, your father found himself constantly at your side, even in the late hours of the night. He dared not to trust many despite promisingly pledging fealty to their King, Aegon could only open up to you without the reason of duty, intimidation, or responsibility binding him to you. He wanted you. Since losing Helaena, despite never having been openly romantic with her, he had lost a companion, and had always considered you more of one than a daughter, as you grew wise with age.

Your strong-willed father had always been a man with brawn, unlike your late Uncles, Aemond and Daeron. Aegon was portly and having been raised by him, you grew familiar with his shameless, gluttonous habits. These habits exacerbated during his recuperation, as the maesters including yourself had taken to encouraging your father to eat copiously, often hand feeding him yourself with generous amounts of delicacies, rationalising that it was to regain pure sustenance.

You took pride in his recovery, aiding the maesters to heal your father back to good health, he openly stated that it was your devoted presence and love that made him whole once more. Deep in slumber with milk of the poppy to ease the pain, only he could hear your sweet, angelic voice in the blissful distance, yearning for him. Your gentle touch, as you religiously applied naturopathic ointments to his fresh, raw burns, that eventually healed his scars. He soaked in your warm presence thoroughly, mirroring your reliance on him, he too, became deeply infatuated with you.

Since becoming a mature woman, having grown into your Valyrian-esque features and physique, Aegon saw you in a fairly different light now. You noticed by the manner in which his violet, stern eyes lingered over your body for far longer than what was used to, even if it was for a few, fleeting seconds. You became a distraction in council meetings, as he vowed to have you attend, even if you were merely a cupbearer, standing aside though in proximity of him, a mere shadow: his unfazed attention oogled over you, his mind pondering over lustful, sinful thoughts, only to be beckon called back to reality by the repetitive call of his title, your Grace.

You had always admired your father, and believed there was no man that could exceed the expectations he set in stone… You were made for him, as he had sought to it himself. Blood of his blood, the Gods kept you both alive for a reason, you had discreetly believed.

"I do not wish to speak of it right now... I just need you to hold me, just for a little while," You weakly whispered with a shaky breath. Aegon, with a new found strength, a fuller and sturdy frame, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, as he laid himself back to rest against the wooden bedframe.

"That's okay, my sweet girl. It will get easier, I promise..."

Adjusting yourself atop of Aegon's wide, meaty thigh, as you gripped and rested your head against his broad, fleshy shoulder, the friction stirring as your bare cunt grinds against his clothed thigh, slowly igniting a familiar, throbbing ache between your inner thighs.

"Hmm, how will it get easier, Daddy? Will you make it easier?" You utter, your lips lightly grazing over his plump cheek, gently guiding his head to turn in your direction: eyes inevitably meeting, your lips passionately crash against his. Aegon does not resist in the slightest, relishing in the kiss, as he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swallowing your taste, before his teeth teasingly bite and pull at your lower lip.

"I can distract my baby. Give her a pleasure no other man in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms can. I'll give my princess the finest treatment she deserves... But only if she listens and obeys her Daddy, like the good girl I know she is."

"Mhmm, yes, Daddy-" A helpless plea closely mistaken for a moan escaping your mouth, Aegon's pudgy hands, steer your legs to spread apart: you find that you can only spread wide enough to saddle one thick thigh at a time. Without needing to spell it out for you, you begin to sway your meek frame, rhythmically bucking your hips backwards and forwards, as Aegon harshly yanks your gown up, enough for your bare cunt to be completely exposed more thoughtfully, and in contact with his thigh.

"Deeper baby, you know you need to push yourself deeper or else I can barely feel you on top."

With haste obedience, you try to plunge your weight deeper against him, your arms embracing Aegon’s stocky frame tighter. His swollen, bloated gut pressing flatly against your own chest, earning a sensual growl from your father.

“Good girl… My good, little princess. Going to listen to every word Daddy says, so I can make her feel so much better.”

Your whimpering moans, and slow nods in agreement, as your head instinctively rocked back, eyes closing with pure pleasure, you could feel Aegon’s rough hands exploring your waistline, before one snaked behind your spine, keeping you steady by a careful grip on your neck. The other began to tug and pull at the silk strands of your nightgown, loosening the knot, to expose more of your obvious, ample cleavage.

“Look at how beautiful you have become. My little princess is not so little anymore, such a divine grace, a woman. No other beauty roams the Earth, as you do.”

The outstanding appraisal oozing breathlessly from Aegon's plump, blush lips, echo in your thoughtless mind with intense gratification. Treasuring each word, he worshipped you dearly, often placing you on a pedestal as great as the Iron Throne itself.

"Yes Daddy, t-tell me more."

Your helpless moans begin to sob from your mouth, filling the void of the vast room, other than the faint crackling of the dying fireplace. Your eager pace quickening, feeling the burning sensation erupt from the friction against your tender skin. Your body leaned forwards with Aegon's generous shove, as he in turn plunged his handsome face between your sensitive breasts. Feeling his lips trailing across your soft skin, hungrily suckling and lapping down to your nipple, as his other hand playfully massaged and kneaded at your other tit.

"Does princess want Daddy to fuck her stupid? Make her so full of me, she'll be dripping, begging for more, for nothing to be spared? All the princess needs to do is ask Daddy, like the polite girl she is."

"A-Aeg-"

"Words, princess. My cock isn't even inside you yet, and you're already hopeless. Didn't I teach you to use your words?"

"Hmm, Daddy, I-I need your cock, I-I need you inside of me, p-please."

Incoherent, you knew how weak and feeble you felt against your father, a formidable man, both inside and outside the confines of the bedroom.

"My beautiful baby, using her manners, makes her Daddy so, so proud. How did I get so lucky, being blessed by you?"

"D-Daddy blessed me."

Your hands clawed their way across his muscular shoulder blades, nails sharply dug into Aegon's bareback, as he often enjoyed sleeping shirtless, his natural body warmth radiating from his scarred body. Now one hand snaked its way into his short, unkempt hair, avidly tugging at his silver strands, begging for more.

"Easy baby, so needy for her Daddy, huh? Never change baby, Daddy's always going to take care of you okay? No one can take care of you, like I have..."

"N-No one. Daddy protects me from cruel monsters, a-and evil men. I-I could never leave, D-Daddy."

Groans and growls pooled from Aegon's lush mouth, as his tongue teasingly lapped and pulled at your perky nipple.

"My perfect princess. That's right, baby... Now, you ready to take Daddy's cock? I'm feeling pretty big, princess. You've been getting me as hard as Valyrian steel."

His hand found yours, firmly guiding it down to where his stiff, rigid cock throbbed densely with enthusiasm, beneath his pants, desperately aching to be taken.

"Y-Yes... Only I deserve Daddy's cock."

Rightfully earning a low, jovial chuckle from Aegon, scoring his mutual amusement and agreement, nodding to your proud notion.

"That's right baby... Only you."

Heaving himself and you atop with such vigour, you aided Aegon in pulling his pants down, as his cock sprung into full action. The sight made you shiver and whimper instantly, how its reddened tip flashed in the dim light, with pre cum already oozing generously from the raw tip. His length modest, its width had always been a wondrous vision. Regardless of the preparation or the amount of times you had taken Aegon before, you could never quite adjust to his glorious girth.

"Easy baby, that's my good girl. D-Don't be afraid, I got you. You can take it, I know you can. Making Daddy so, very proud."

Carefully positioning you atop, as you began to gently settle down, the sharp jolt of pain, as its tip etched between your silk folds, made it subtly easier for him to slip his full mass in.

"Wet for me already, my cock's practically drowning baby... So tight for me, my sweet princess. I can feel you swallowing up my fat cock."

Witlessly yet diligently, bobbing up and down on Aegon's lap, as your father vigorously thrusted his heavy mass upwards, craving to shove himself deeper into your slick folds.

"Good girl, Y/N. Daddy's going to fuck you so hard, fill you up to the fucking brim with my seed. Want to carry Daddy's babes, like a good princess? Make Daddy so proud, huh?"

"Y-Yes, I'll do w-whatever Daddy says, whatever D-Daddy wants. Anything to m-make you proud."

The rough texture of Aegon's battle-torn hands, cooed and caressed at your back, one hand gripping your neck once more, keeping you steadily mounted against his body. His other hand, continued to firmly squeeze at your tender breast, almost mimicking a wringing motion, as though anticipating for milk to ooze.

"Making me the proudest Daddy in the realm, princess. But you are far from being done with your royal duties... I'm going to fuck you day and night, till I see your belly swell greatly with child, with our child... Not till we fill this entire keep with the future leagues of the Targaryen dynasty. And if anyone dares to question our customs... They can play the fucking fool and answer to me."

Aegon, in a breathless, heated rut, finally reached his almighty gusto. His fresh, hot seed spilling up into you, as it oozed out of your tight crevices, clenched around his achingly, pulsating cock. In turn, your cum released in a liberating gesture, pouring over Aegon's rigid, thick cock.

"Hmm, Daddy spoils me s'good. Blessed I am th-that you want me to carry your heirs. Blessed I am to be carry on your legacy, Daddy."

Just as you were about to dismount from Aegon's sturdy lap, and tense cock, still stretching out inside of you, did you feel his strong embrace pulling you back down, keeping you situated over him as you were before.

"Daddy's not done yet, princess... I told you, I am fucking you endlessly till I see this belly-" His palm lightly grazing over your lower stomach in circles.

"-swell and these beautiful tits, leak with milk as I knead and suck. I will fuck you day and night, till you reek of my scent, exhausted of pleasure, and drenched in my cum and sweat. Princess belongs to Daddy and the whole realm shall know of it. I won the war, and I shall win the heart of the realm... That is you, my angel."

The remainder of the night, into the sleepless, bright dawn of the morrow, Aegon had kept his rigid cock buried deeply, and warmly planted inside of you. As the hours nudged on, you could feel yourself repeatedly peaking inside, as did your father, growing more and more numb to the cramping sensation. Your wincing and whimpers did not go ignorantly unnoticed, as Aegon would lull you, praising how proud he was of you for taking him so well. The only time he released was to clean up the god awful mess strewed across the sheets, and the minor bleeding pooling from your inner thighs.

In the morrow, he commanded the servants to fetch you a warm, floral scented bath, with the condition that he bathe you himself. Breakfast was brought to you directly, as you remained bed bound resting and recuperating.

"Now it's Daddy's turn to take care of his princess. Just as you took care of me during those dreadful months. My sweet, precious angel never left her Daddy's side, like an obedient, loyal girl. And Daddy will never leave you, okay."

Words had spread like wildfire, as your belly and tits had swollen healthily with a growing babe inside. The maesters to confirm and seal your fate, Aegon and yourself could not have been happier. Despite the relentless, whispering gossip alongside the timid side glances, no one dared to speak against Aegon's decision to marry you lawfully in tradition of your Valyrian customs, otherwise. Blessing the King a long-awaited, hearty male heir, the prophecy his late father often uttered about in his ill, deluded state: Aegon believed the Prince that was Promised, would emerge from his bloodline, thanks to you.

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[justanoasisimagines]

Marriage Headcanons

Requests are open! I'l be posting for House of the Dragon every day until Season 2. Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner.

❀When Aegon first discovers he's being made to marry. He keeps as far away from you as possible. He doesn't want to get married. Why should he be forced to? That changes when he meets you. ❀Aegon has so many reservations. He doesn't know how to be a good husband. He doesn't know how to be a good father. He attempts to keep your expectations low of him. He doesn't want you to get your hopes up. ❀Except you exceed his expectations. You are patient, considerate and compassionate towards Aegon. The longer the two of you are married, the safer he feels, it allows Aegon to open up. ❀Aegon wants you to attend every meeting with him. He doesn't care for most people's opinions, but he values yours above everyone else. He'll insist you sit right beside him. ❀Aegon deciding to open up and talk about his past. He triesto process having two parents wh were not atttentiive or caring towards him. Aegon's growth as person is due to the love you have for each other. ❀Aegon is being fiercely protective of you. He refuses to allow anyone, to speak poorly of you. He's quick to remind them of his power. He doesn't care for their opinions of you. Unless it's a genuine compliment. ❀Aegon stops getting drunk as frequently. There are occasions when Aegon drinks more heavily, especially when he's under intense pressure. Guilty, Aegon has gotten drunk on purpose because he enjoys how gentle and loving you are to him. ❀Aegon finding new ways to spoil you. Food, art, jewelry, clothing etc. Sometimes Aegon struggles to communicate, especially in regards to his feelings. Buying you nice things, is one example of Aegon showing his love. ❀When the two of you start having children Aegon's terrified. He doesn't want to be a bad parent. He keeps his distance for the first few days until you finally put your foot down. Aegon has to get rid of the initial fear. If he wants to be a better Father, then he needs to be present with his children ❀Any time he takes a bath he wants you with him. Aegon likes to soak in the bath with you, wrapped in your arms, away from everyone. He likes to warmth of the water, your body pressed against his. A perfect way to wash off the stress. ❀Aegon makes time for his family. He's been forced into becoming King. He's constantly told by other's, they think they know better. One aspect of his life he refuses to negotitate is his dedication to his family. If a meeting is not important, he'll take time out to spend time with his family. ❀Aegon is thankful for all you've given him. For the first time, he feels like he understands what love is supposed to be. He'll never be able to thank you for the support and guidance you often give him. Your patience because he doesn't always get it right. However, now Aegon knows what it's like to be loved unconditionally.

[sommornyte]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 — ( 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 )

[multific]

The Ones Left Behind

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Warnings: smut, impotency, incorrect book spoilers

A/N: This is lightly based on the books, so if you are not looking for spoilers don’t read.

Summary: After the war, only two remain in the giant castle.

You were married to Aemond not long before the war began. His mother and yours were great friends at one time, and so, your marriage to one of her sons was unavoidable.

You were there through all the pain. You have seen so many deaths. So much misery that you wanted to run.

You wanted to leave and never come back. But at the same time, you never wanted to leave.

You loved Aemond. He was a great husband.

You were there when Aegon got hurt. Your heart broke for him.

"Where's the King?" you asked a servant.

"In his room, resting."

"Alone?" she nodded at you, confirming your suspicion. While your husband was ruling, Aegon was all alone in his room, suffering.

You headed over to his room, entering without question or warning. There you found him, shaking in pain, sweating as his eyes found yours. You could see he was trying to hide his pain but he couldn't.

You walked over placing your palm on his forehead.

"You have a fever." you said as you quickly moved to the other side of his bed where the nurses stored every medicine. You looked around at the labels. Finally, you found two vials. "This one will help with the pain, the other will help with your fever." you said as you tried to give him the medicine but he refused to take it, slightly moving his head away from you. "Come on now, I'm only trying to help Aegon, please." you said as he looked into your eyes. As if searching for lies.

He didn't say a word, only took the medicine from you.

Soon, his breathing evened as you sat by his side on the bed, your hand holding his, checking his pulse as he just looked at your face. You sat there for a good couple minutes, trying to make sure his fever was going down.

"It's okay, go to sleep." you smiled as he slowly closed his eyes.

You really shouldn't have such feelings for another man. Especially when you were married to his brother but you couldn't help it. 

Aemond, while you still loved him, was a cold man. He didn't care for you, and while he didn't hurt you in any way, his revenge and family values were more important to him than anything. Even if that meant leaving you behind.  

On the other side, you only heard bad things about Aegon, what he used to do, what he did to the servant girl and all of his antics. You heard nothing but bad.

So, you expected him to be much like his actions. But his eyes said otherwise. He looked more like a broken old man who had been through way too much.

You watched while the Queen hugged and cherished her other children, she clearly didn't care as much for Aegon.

The only time you saw her smile was when he was crowned. But even then, you saw she wasn't happy for her son, but rather for herself, being the mother of the King.

Aemond wasn't a terrible husband by any means. While he liked to ignore you, he had his kind and gentle moments.

But he was filled with anger and rage. 

And that ended up being his end.

Aemond died in the war, fighting against his uncle. A true tragedy and you truly mourned his loss. The loss of your husband.

Thankfully, the war ended soon after.

Leaving only you and Aegon behind.

Your parents reached out many times even during that time, but you refused to leave. And after, the news of you being a widow made your mother ask you to move back, after all, what do you have left?

Nothing.

You had nothing.

You were a widow, childless and you had no one.

But neither did Aegon.

You remember after the fact, when everything calmed down, you were walking down the quiet hallway when you came face to face with him.

You wearing your black dress while he had his crown on his head.

It was only you two left. And you had a feeling, he too, realized that right then and there.

Things became a lot quieter. 

While you have won, you didn't feel like a winner.

"I will have a statue erected for my brother. In his memory." he told you one morning almost a year after his death.

"I think that would be lovely." 

"I do have to ask Y/N, why are you still here? Almost everyone left, even the servants..."

"I have no one. Where would I go?"

"To your parents."

"My parents... they will have me marry an old lord or sell me off. And if I leave, you would be alone as well."

"I'm used to being alone."

"I don't want you to be."

"Used to it or alone?"

"I don't want to be alone and I don't want you to be alone either. The way I see it, you are all I have left. Aemond let his revenge consume him and it lead him to a grave. While I did love my husband... it wasn't the kind of love I was hoping for."

"What kind of love were you hoping for?"

"You will laugh at me." you said as both of your plates were taken.

"I promise, I will not."

"Remember when you were hurt and I went to your room? You might not because you were really sick, but... I helped you and while I know how bad it is... I felt in that moment that while I was married to Aemond, I wished to be your wife."

Everything went still.

The silence in the room was so thick it nearly suffocated you. You felt a cold feeling run down your spine as you avoided his eyes.

"My King, the council is here." interrupted a knight as he arrived at the diner. It made you quickly stand and leave.

You were so stupid! Such an idiot! Why did you have to open your mouth?

You could have left it at that! There was no need to confess your deepest inner feelings! 

Why did you dump it all on him? Why were you so stupid? How will you ever look into his eyes again?

Thankfully, you barely had to see him that day, he spent so much time in meetings.

But then dinner came.

And you were terrified, knowing there would only be the two of you.

You hoped Aegon will choose to ignore the topic as will you.

But as soon as he made all the servants leave, you knew you were in for a long night or embarrassment.

"Did you mean what you said this morning? Or were you just saying it so I don't send you back to your parents?" he was avoiding your eyes, and you were avoiding his, you took a deep breath.

"I meant it, Aegon." this time, he took in a deep breath before releasing a long sigh. As if the weight was lifted from his shoulders. 

"When mother said she found a wife for Aemond... when she said Aemond was to marry a young woman, one of her friend's daughter... I nearly drowned in jealousy. I was forced to marry my sister and Aemond could marry a beautiful woman... I was furious."

"Your sister was a very beautiful and kind woman."

"But I didn't want her. And then you arrived. You are so beautiful, I would have given my own eye just to be married to you. Aemond often said you are a good wife. He often taunted me by saying kind things about you, but I knew the truth and so did he. He knew you didn't love him and he knew I wanted you. He was smart, and I felt a little guilty for longing for his wife. And then, it was you who came to my aid when I was hurt. Not my mother or brother, not even the nurses or the healer, but you. I remember you sitting there by my side, holding my hand and helping me with my pain. You looked like an Angel."

"I felt very bad for feeling like this. All I heard were people telling me how awful you were. One time, your mother drank too much and she just... kept going on and on about you. All I wanted was to slap her."

"I'm open to try. I can get us married by the morning or tomorrow. That way your parents will stop asking you to go home and you can stay here with me. If that is truly what you want."

"I think it is all I ever wanted." a smile finally found its way to your lips. "You have changed a lot." he made a face at that.

"Yeah well, sorry to already burst your bubble, but your new fiancé has his own... issues." you knew what he meant. You heard him yelling at the nurses the day he realized he could no longer use his cock. You heard him throwing and breaking things.

"I know. I heard you that day." he looked away from your face. "You must think lowly of me if you think I would only care about that."

"I do not. I just wanted to give you a warning before the wedding so you can run away." he placed his hand on the table, turning his palm to you, asking for your hand, which you gave to him without thinking.

"I'm not going to run away, Aegon. As long as you don't."

"I won't." he suddenly looked back at you.

And it was all done, as you two smiled at each other, he did not lie. By the morning you two have been wed.

Once you let know your parents that you were once again married, they got off of your back, and no more letters. This is how much they truly cared about you.

But you were happy with Aegon.

Your life was rather simple and comfortable considering you were King and Queen. 

It was you two and the servants.

They called you Queen which didn't affect you, but when Aegon called you his Queen, now that did the trick. Always making a blush creep to your face and you smiling at him.

He really did change a lot after and during the war.

And now, he stood before you, a real man. 

"Congratulations my Queen." as soon as the nurse said that, you didn't need to hear any more.

You stood up and ran into the throne room where the lords just left from, they all bowed to you.

"Leave us." you told everyone and waited for the room the be cleared. "I have great news!" you turned to Aegon who was now standing in front of you. "I came from the healers. Looks like you are not completely useless as you tend to claim." you smirked and he looked at you confused.

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Your wedding night was anything but usual. It was more of him and you talking about your insecurities. He opened up about his scars. He showed you his arm and legs. He told you that no matter what, he couldn't get hard after the fire.

He told you how he hates fire now.

It didn't stop you from trying though.

You tried for many moons.

"It's not working! Nothing is working." 

"Aegon, it is okay." you tried to calm him as he got out of bed, agitated as he started to pace around. 

"No, it's not! I use those fucking things to please you because I can't! I hate this! I can't fuck my own fucking wife!"

"Hey, don't say that! You do more than enough with your fingers and mouth and I don't mind your toys. I don't need your cock, I just want to be close. I don't care that-"

"I care. I care about this and about you. I finally have the perfect woman as my wife and my fucking body is..."

"You had a terrible accident. You had broken bones and you were burnt badly. I care more about the fact that at least you are still alive. I care not for your..."

"Say it, Y/N. Impotence."

"I don't care for your impotence Aegon. I care about you." he took a deep breath as he sat on the edge of the bed, you moved so you could lean against his back, running your hand up and down his skin. "I love you." you whispered and you felt and saw him shiver. 

"I love you too."

"I know, and I know that's why you are so agitated but I'm telling you there is no reason for you to be, I'm happy as long as you hold me every night and kiss me every morning."

You felt him shake with a laugh.

For the next moons, you two just stopped thinking and let everything happen.

You were happy.

You still missed Aemond, but the statue that was erected in his honour did look exceptionally good. You saw it as the true end of your chapter with him. 

As you placed a single blue flower against the bottom of the statue.

"Goodbye, My Love." you said as you walked away.

Aegon and you were really comfortable around one another. You picked up his bad habits while he picked up your good ones.

All lords were surprised to see the King was always on time as they were more surprised to see their Queen reaching for extra wine during dinner.

But they did see the love you two shared.

You giggled as Aegon put you to bed. 

"Your laugh is so sweet."

"I have something else which is sweet." you said with such a tone, Aegon almost laughed but you were serious. Drunk, serious and horny. "Would it be too much to ask my husband to use his beautiful lips and fingers on me tonight?"

It wasn't. And it also wasn't the only thing that Aegon used that night.

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"You remember about... three weeks ago? When you were able to get hard?"

"Yes, I wasn't able to since."

"And I was feeling sick after?"

"Yes, you have been running to the buckets since, but what does this have to do with anything?"

"It looks like the Gods have been extremely generous with us. They not only let you use your cock but... I'm with child."

Aegon nearly doubled over.

"You...how is that possible?"

"You might not be able to get hard, but it seems like that one time was more than enough. The healer confirmed just now. I'm pregnant. Are you not happy?" you asked, suddenly worry filling you.

"I am! I am! I just don't believe it!"

"You know I'm loyal to you right? I haven't been with another man."

"That's not what I mean! I know you wouldn't, Y/N. I'm just so confused. Are you really pregnant?" you nodded.

"Yes." you confirmed with words and Aegon immediately hugged you. 

You were so happy. So extremely happy to see his eyes swell with happy tears as he leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

"Thank you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Aegon."

Perhaps it all would have been different if you married Aegon instead of Aemond from the beginning. It wasn't possible you knew that, but the what ifs still played in your mind daily.

But now, now you had a reason to focus on the present. A little gift from the Gods.

A new start for both of you.

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[slaytheusurper]

Insane, normally I don't really like modern au but every single fic of this amazing author blows me away. This was yet another masterpiece!!!😮‍💨

You know that I'm no good (Masterlist)

(Modern Aegon x fem Reader, Modern Sihtric x fem Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

-Chapter 1 -Chapter 2 -Chapter 3 -Chapter 4 -Chapter 5 -Chapter 6 -Chapter 7 -Chapter 8 -Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

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This fic is now completed!

[moonlightrafe]

The Albatross

summary: Originally an unlikely match, you give birth to Aegon’s first child and his entire world changes.

pairing: Aegon x Strong!Reader

word count: 767

warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, brief mention of blood, guilt.

note: “Albatross” is used metaphorically as a psychological burden dealing with shame or guilt! (and shout out to Taylor Swift)

Aegon wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate your hair and your eyes. Your thick eyelashes, the freckles that dusted your cheeks, the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. Despite wanting to hate you in your entirety, he found himself physically incapable of doing so. As a young boy he refused to admit it, even going so far as to tease you for your features — but he thought you were beautiful. If anything, you could’ve resembled his mother more than a Targaryen.

It wasn’t your features that were wrong, but who you inherited them from; you and your brother’s served as living, breathing reminders of Rhaenyra’s infidelity.

Alicent Hightower had been sure to remind him and his siblings that you and your brothers were a product of their older sister's infidelity. An embarrassment to the family. An insult to the crown, to the realm. Abominations. Bastards.

Screams of pain shook the walls of the Red Keep.

“I can’t do this anymore, Aegon! Please make it stop, it hurts!” you rasped, clawing at the blood-soaked bedsheets. It had been almost 24 hours since your labors had begun. To everyone's surprise, Aegon had yet to leave your side.

“We’re almost there, my love. You’re doing a great job,” your husband encouraged as he placed a chaste kiss to your sweat-drenched forehead, which you only returned with a death glare.

“I cannot take it anymore! Just get it out! Cut it out if you have to!”

One of your handmaids tried to dab at your forehead with a cloth, but you gripped her hand forcefully.

Aegon gave her a sympathetic look as he got her out of your grasp, locking his fingers with yours.

“You know we can’t do that, my love. I will not risk losing you.”

You winced as your midwife slid a finger around the base of your opening. All day long you had been violated against your will. Childbirth was not only painful, but humiliating. For Aegon’s sake, you silently prayed the babe was a boy. You weren’t sure if you would be willing to go through this again.

“I can feel the head, your grace. Just a few more big pushes for me and the babe will be here.”

You groaned loudly, your teeth grinding together as another contraction wracked your frame. Pain radiated down your spine and into your groin. You felt like you were being ripped apart at the seams. Being eaten by Sunfyre seemed to be a more pleasant fate than this.

“You hear that? You’re almost done. You’re doing so good.”

You squeezed onto Aegon’s hand as hard as you could, pushing with all the strength in your body. The harder you pushed, the sooner it would be over. You needed it to be over. With a final push, your vision began to blur and your mind went blank.

Before you knew it, loud cries pulled you back to Earth, and coo’s from your handmaidens filled the room. You laid back with a sigh of relief.

Finally.

The handmaids quickly handed the babe to Aegon so you could get cleaned up.

“A girl,” she stated proudly, “and she looks just like you, my queen.”

“Like me?” You shot up.

“Lay back your grace, you need to relax,” she scolded you.

Throughout your pregnancy there was a fear in the back of your mind, that if the babe inherited your features that Aegon would be disappointed. Turns out, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Yes,” he chuckled, tears swelling in his eyes, “like you. She is absolutely beautiful.”

He placed the baby in your arms, smiling down at the two of you.

A wave of guilt had crashed over Aegon at the sight of his newborn daughter. As well as your initial reaction to her looks. Thinking about the torment you endured for those same features in a world full of violet eyes and snow-white hair. How could he have been so cruel to you for something so fickle?

He couldn’t help but think about Ser Harwin Strong. And the fact that he probably shared the same thoughts as him the first time he laid eyes on you as a babe. This baby was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the thought of anyone making her believe anything else made his blood boil. He would simply not allow it. Anyone who even dare whisper a word regarding your daughters features would lose their tongue for it.

Although the responsibility of sitting the Iron Throne loomed heavy over Aegon’s head it wasn’t until this very moment that he had true reason to be motivated to rule: his new family