#My Criston Cole [🥀]

[ashblooddragons]

Greedy

This is a present for my Bestie @sugutoad birthday! I hope you like it girly!

Summary: The day of the Driftmark succession Aegon decides him and his sister wife have much more important matters to pursue.

Word Count: 1332

Warnings: oral female receiving, fingerings, p in v sex, fluff, Targcest

I stare up at the canopy as Aegon sleeps with his head on my chest. I stroke his hair taking in the softness many would believe isn't there. 

This is often how I wake up, him cuddled up beside me clinging to me as if his life depended upon it. It never bothered me in fact it makes me feel loved for even in sleep he searches for me. 

I sniffle a giggle when a loud snore escapes him. He never was an elegant sleeper though I'm not sure anyone is. 

I still remember the day Mother betrothed us, I was overjoyed but of course Aegon being Aegon he had to deny his feelings. In the weeks leading up to the wedding he would grumble each time he saw me, but as soon as we were wed he was completely different. Acting as if our marriage was the best thing to happen to him. It was then I realized I never will fully know what is going through his mind. 

I'm brought back to the present when Aegon grumbles before lifting his head to look up at me. 

I can't help but take in his gorgeous periwinkle eyes, so unlike any in our family. And then there is his hair, if someone only looked at the coloring they would think it the normal Targaryen locks. But I know that if it is humid they become tight ringlets like our mother's. 

He looks so much like Mother in certain lights. I think brushing his hair out of his face so I can look at her properly.

“Your dressed?” He days through a yawn looking down at my emerald green dress with bronze dragons embroidered along the sleeves. They glimmer just like my darling mount Vermithor. 

“Hmm, well someone had to make sure the children were dressed for the day. They are with Mother now and I believe possibly Helaena and Vissera.” I respond with a smile. 

I know he isn't a morning person so many mornings I must pry myself from his arms and dress quickly to make sure our children aren't running a muck. Though many times I never get the chance as Aegon only tightens his death grip on me.

“How many children does that make? At least seven with three women?” He asks with a chuckles as he kisses my neck.

“Well Vissera had her eldest two in there and left her youngests with our Uncle. Helaena has brought her eldest two as well and left baby Maelor with Jace. And I brought our eldest three.” I respond with a sigh as he grips my hips rolling my core against his bare thigh. 

“So like I said, seven children with three women.” He responds with a cheeky grin before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“We can't we will be needed in the throne room for the succession of Driftmark.” I say between heated kisses.

“That isn't until mid day, we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” He says kisses me one final time before moving down my body until my legs rest over his shoulders and he is faced with my clothed core. 

He tuts at the sight a frown forming on his lips in an instant. “Small clothes? This won't work with my plans.” 

I can't help the laugh that bubbles up from my throat. “Well I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I didn't think we would be having a morning lay.” I respond with a raise of my brow.

He chuckles as he starts pulling them down my hips, slowly but surely I feel the soft fabric graze my thighs as he continues to pull them down. “And what do you call what I woke up to? You were laying, were you jot?” He responds and I playfully slap his head with a scowl. 

“You know what I meant!” I demand but I know it is falling on deaf ears when I see his shoulders shake with suppressed laughter. 

“Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't, but what I do know is I'm starved.” He responds with a look of a wild animal staring at its fresh kill. I know he is taking in the gleam of my wetness, the way my breath catches with each agonizing inch his fingers graze my skin until they grip my hips in a bone crushing grip. 

I'm his feast and he'd be damned if I tried to take it from his grasps. 

I go to respond only to gasp and grip his hair as he delves forward using the flat of his tongue against my pearl. I can feel my hips moving on their own accord to meet him with each swipe and suck. 

“Aegon.” I gasp out before biting my lip to stifle my moans when I hear the clank of armor walk past our chamber door. 

“What Shiera, I am quite busy.” He responds looking up at me. I can tell he is grinning ear to ear at how quickly I gave into his little game. 

Cocky asshole. I think before gripping his hair tighter and pushing him towards my core once more. 

“Don't you dare stop.” 

He only smirks, mumbling a quick ‘as you wish, my love’ before he is sucking on my pearl once more. Though this time I feel his long digits graze my core. I know he is playing with me like a lion plays with a gazelle but I can't find any reason to care when he is already making me see stars. 

“Have I ever mentioned how delicious you are?” He groans out as two of his digits slowly but surely breach my core.

“On occasion.” I answer before a moan breaks through me when he curls his fingers hitting the spot he knows makes me putty in his hands. 

“Good, because I think there is no better taste than my darling wife.” Is all he says before he removes his fingers from my core and climbs his way up my body until I feel the weight of his length against my thigh.

“What are your thoughts on another babe?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

I smile up at him as I reach down to guide his hardness to my weeping core. “I think it's a magnificent idea.” 

He only smirks before rolling his hips forward stretching me in the most wonderful of ways. 

“Fuck, four pregnancies and still so fucking tight.” He hisses, gripping my thighs before thrusting into me, hitting the spot that makes my head spin with pleasure. 

My head reels with each thrust, I can hardly form words with the searing pleasure that flows through my veins. I already know his back will be covered in bloody red claw marks by the end of this morning lay. 

“Look at me, I want to see you come apart on my cock.” He demands gripping my hair so I have nowhere to look besides him. 

I stare into his eyes as my pleasure finally over takes me and wave after wave rolls through me.

“Gods Shiera.” I hear him groan before he gives one final thrust and I feel his seed fill me.

We both lay there catching our breath when suddenly Aegon let's out a sharp laugh. 

“I didn't even get your dress off.” He says staring down at my emerald dress with wonder. “I must have really need a fuck.” 

I can't help but laugh with him as he runs his hands up and down the velvet of my dress only stopping to grope my buttocks or breasts.

“You must have.” I respond, wrapping my arms around his neck before kissing his lips.

Perhaps there really are more important things to do than worry about a succession to an island. Like enjoying my husband's company. I think watching aegon grab a linen shirt before pulling out of me and holding it against my core making sure nothing ruins my dress…well at least more.

TAGLIST: @sugutoad @ilikefelines @classicsimpforaaronwarner @sachaa-ff @mmogurl @thelastemzy @themoonlitquill @athzhowakar

[coffeebooksrain18]

Thank you so much to @debustee for making this amazing birthday present for my bestie @sugutoad

This is me and hers ocs. The one on the left is hers Myrielle and the one on the right is mine Aelys (pronounced i-lis) it is truly gorgeous and I will definitely be getting more from this amazing artist.

[ashblooddragons]

My bestie @sugutoad made this! AELYS IN BRIDGERTON!? I just know she'd cause chaos left and right! Also for anyone curious Myrielle is her oc for her fic which she is working on, and let me tell you it is completely worth your wait!

Also I loved the hint you gave for our girls! Myrielle with Aegon and Aelys with Aemond! They both will keep those boys in line better than their own mother could (sorry Alicwnt I still love you)!

Needless to say, I loved this and I k own you all with too!

A NEW SEASON

so @coffeebooksrain18 and I were talking about a Bridgerton Au once with our ocs, and this idea came to be! This is a little surprise for my Riley, who is so amazing and I could have not done any thing without her (please please go check out her fanfic, ‘The Red Queen’ if you want good Daemon food on her other account, @ashblooddragons) Also Aelys is her oc!

Summary: With the new season beginning, Aelys Targaryen is expected to make a debutante within society and hopefully marry off to a rich lord. Myrielle Vallici however wants to marry as quick as possible. A small drabble with the girls and a little picnic (no warnings unless we are talking about Alaria Vallici)

  The sun peeked through the rustle of leaves, but Aelys felt not the sun on her pale skin (she partially blamed it on the parasol her mother insisted on taking with her to avoid upsetting the ever-judging Lady Alaria Vallici.), but a gentle breeze that whispered through the air, softly caressing her cheeks like a lover’s touch. Aelys tightened her grip around the slender arm of Myrielle Vallici, though her raven-headed friend hardly seemed to notice the pressure. A joyful giggle bubbled from behind her, drawing Aelys’ gaze back to her mother

  Mother’s arms were hooked with that of Alaria Vallici, Myrielle’s Mother, her face adorned with a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself as Father would say. She leaned in closer to Lady Alaria, the pale blonde ringlets of her hair brushing lightly against the noblewoman’s cheek as she chuckled about something. Lady Alaria stood as rigid and upright, her head tilted upwards as any noble woman should (A giggle blossomed in her heart, but Aelys bit her lips to prevent any sort of problems. Alaria Vallici wasn’t even a proper noble; she was merely a mistress, yet she carried herself as if she were superior to them all. Aelys kept the laughter in, she did not want to upset her friend for laughing at her mother). Oh, how different their mothers were!

  Lady Alaria mustered a small smile, although Aelys assumed it was a smile to seem polite rather than true amusement at whatever her Mother so eagerly told her. It truly ticked Aelys off, her nose unknowingly scrunching and her eyebrows furrowed above pale lilac eyes.

  “You must not do that, Aelys,” Myrielle frowned at her. “The season is starting shortly, and I cannot have you appear in front of everybody with a wrinkled face.”

  Aelys rolled her eyes at her fussing, her eyes wandering off. She simply couldn’t muster the same concern that Myrielle did. It would be Aelys who would be the newest gem of this season, not Myrielle. Her friend had already began her season last year when Edwina Sharma had been declared Diamond of the Season. Aelys simply assumed Myrielle feared of being a spinster as her heart was not so different from other noble women. 

  But Aelys was a Targaryen. And although she was a daughter of a second son, the world and all its riches were offered to her on a silver platter since she had been born, simply waiting for her to claim them as hers. Aelys truly believed that it should have been her father, Daemon Targaryen, who should rightfully bear the title of Duke Targaryen — not ViserysTargaryen and certainly not his drunkard son and heir, Aegon Targaryen.

 “Aelys, dear!” Her sudden thoughts of her lesser family and their possible demise (though she had to admit, some of them, particularly Aemond Targaryen, held a special place in her heart) were interrupted by her Mother’s voice. Aelys swiveled around to face her, spotting her Mother setting down a sheet for the four of them to rest upon.

 “We are coming, my Lady.” Myrielle piped up, pulling Aelys with her. Aelys silently swore to herself as the blades of grass kissed the hem of her dress. She had worn a pale blue dress and for all she knew, it would now resemble the blue Himalayan poppies decorating her room. 

 Ruffling her dress in annoyance, Aelys sat beside Myrielle. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Myrielle nervously fidgeting with her fingers, stealing glances at the pastries laid out before them while glancing uneasily at her mother.  Aelys let out a frustrated sigh, before bending over and grabbing the strawberry tart placed in front of  Lady Alaria.

 With the tart now in hand, Aelys’ eyes betrayed her as they flicked upward. Lady Alaria was clearly striving to suppress a glare. Violet eyes glanced down once at her before a sigh escaped her and she looked away. Aelys smiled at herself, plopping back and trying to not gorge down pastry in mere seconds. Aelys, after all, did have some manners, she was a high born lady and a pretty one at that. After all, she was a highborn lady, and it would be a waste to mar her pretty face with sticky strawberry sauce

Once noticing Aelys’ action, Myrielle grabbed the blueberries laid in front of her. Myrielle did not even like blueberries! Snapping the sticky goodness in her own hand, she handed one half to Myrielle. “Thank you, Aelys,” Myrielle replied with her usual politeness, but she shook her head, refusing the tart. “I am.. I am not hungry.”

 Aelys’ smile faltered. Who would ever refuse a strawberry tart? “Myrielle needs to be in shape for this season. We can not have her left without a suitor again.” said Lady Alaria and Aelys got her answer. Mother bit her own lip, not entirely knowing what to say. Aelys snapped her head toward her, her eyes wide as she let out a breathy chuckle. “Perhaps the girls would be better off on a stroll?” Mother intervened, placing a gloved hand on Lady Alaria’s shoulder

“Without a chaperone?” Lady Alaria countered. 

 “Do not fret, Mother. We shall stay near.” Myrielle spoke up, her throat bulging as she swallowed hard. Never had Aelys wanted to hit an older women, but this truly was tempting her. Lady Alaria let out huff, her head motioning for the girls to leave. What sort of Mother would ever think such things of her daughter? Aelys silently prayed—Myrielle’s habits were beginning to wear off on her—and thanked God for her own gentle mother, who would sit with Aelys while she cried over a tear in her dress and later buy her a prettier one. Myrielle, of all people, deserved a mother with a soul as gentle as her own.

 The two silently walked and Aelys had a sudden urge to straighten her back as Myrielle had. Although the two girls had attended the same etiquette classes — that is where they had met afterall — Aelys did pay much attention nor care for the lessons. She already knew this all, why should she learn it again? Perhaps this is why her and Myrielle had not quite been friends back then as Myrielle preferred the company of Daphne Bridgerton over her own. 

“It would not be so bad,” Myrielle shattered the silence and Aelys could only look at her in confusion. Upon noticing her face, Myrielle let out a laugh. “I mean, it would not be so bad if I were to be a spinster. My brother would support me. And…” 

 Myrielle turned to her, grasping onto Aelys hands and pulling them near her. “And perhaps, we both can be spinsters!” She began giggling and Aelys could not, but joined in. The two girls giggled and giggled over such a ridiculous idea. But deep down, Aelys wondered if perhaps it wasn’t so absurd after all. A life free from the expectations of a rich lord—who could very well be older than her own father—might be the ideal life. 

Myrielle’s laughter died down, replaced by a wistful smile. “Though my lady mother might poison me if I don’t marry this year. She is still quite upset that I did not marry Anthony Bridgerton.”

 Aelys rolled her eyes at the mention of his name. “He is a douche with the most horrible sideburns. You deserve someone better.” Myrielle smiled at her..

“And you deserve someone as great as you.”

Aelys did not want someone as great as her. She did not want anyone.

She shook her head. “Not a single man in this ton fits my fancy. They are all unsuitable.”

Myrielle raised an eyebrow, her red lipstick smudging slightly at the corners of her lips. “No one? Not even Aemond Targaryen?”

Aelys huffed out a laugh, her hands quickly covering her face. She wanted to rip her eyeballs off, but her nails were done so well today she could not bear to ruin them in crimson. “He is my uncle! My Mother’s own brother!” Aelys hissed. Aemond was handsome. He was brave and intelligent. But he was her uncle from Grandfather Viserys’ second wife, the Lady Alicent Hightower. And Aelys? She was the daughter of Viserys’ second daughter with his first wife and cousin, Lady Aemma Arynn. 

It wasn’t that Aelys cared what others thought; she would damn them all if she could. But she could never disgrace her mother or father like that. So much scandal had already followed when her mother married her own uncle, and Aelys would not allow her gentle mother’s soul to endure such disgrace again.

 It seemed Myrielle quickly took note of her thoughts. She always did. “Of course, Aelys,” she smiled. “He is your uncle, and nothing more.”

 Aelys jabbed a finger in Myrielle’s arm. “You should not be speaking such! Not when Aegon Targaryen exists.” Aelys smiled in triumph as Myrielle cheeks turned into a hue almost identical to the red ruby hanging near her chest by a golden thread — given by Aegon. “There is absolutely nothing concerning him! Of that I can assure, my dear.” 

 Myrielle looked away, doing a poor job of hiding her embarrassment. “Of course, Myrielle,” Aelys mocked. “He is your… What exactly is he even?” Myrielle glanced back at her, her lips quivered upwards. She leaned in close, her lips only a fingertip away from Aelys’ ear.  

“Perhaps, we can marry both brothers and be sisters!”

  Aelys stepped back, a grin plastered on her face. The absurdity of that remark almost made her laugh. 

 “Aelys! Myrielle!” Her mother’s voice echoed from across the bridge, a faint sound that snapped Aelys back to reality. She hadn’t realized how far they had strayed from their mothers. Glancing at Myrielle, Aelys noticed the light in her friend’s eyes dim, a sigh escaping her lips. A part of Aelys felt guilty for some strange reason, not that she even was!

 Aelys locked her fingers with Myrielle. “That would be nice.” Myrielle smiled back at her and the two girls began to head back.

 It truly would be nice. 

[preytale]

PREYTALE  :  an independent & selective multi-fandom multi-muse roleplay blog consisting of canon & original muses of various media.  ( devoted to by: melanie. xxxii. she/her. latina. ) * priority fandoms include : 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉/𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎, ㅤ𝘼𝙍𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙀, 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈, 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘿𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉 & 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCARRD. ROSTER. PROMPTS = STARTERS.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSTUDY SIDEBLOG. CRISTON COLE.

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[natalyarose]

𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉 💀🥀 𝓁𝓂𝒶𝑜

song - Bloodheat; Archie Bronson Outfit

I don't need a man to save me, but I've always wished for it anyway, ya know, for the plot 🪷 half of these men are lowkey 'bad' people though so- uh?

looks like my type is youthful heroic (or just bad) bad bois or wisened old daddy-esque wizards hajsdha

dude mans- Chuck Bass; Gossip Girl Freddie; Skins Viserys Targaryen; Game of Thrones Jared the Goblin King (David Bowie lol); Labyrinth Sir Criston Cole, House of the Dragon Jim Morrison; the man the myth the legend Gene Kelly; the man Bob Barnard; Insatiable Jack Sparrow; Pirates of the Carribean Lucius Malfoy; Harry Potter Nate Archibald; Gossip Girl Walter White; Breaking Bad Kurt Cobain; the guy

[leftbrute]

LEFTBRUTE  : an independent  &  selective roleplay blog for 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 as seen on netflix's 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 and embedded in the world of 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒.  ( devoted to by: melanie. xxxii. she/her. latina. ) please note: portrayal is heavily headcanon & worldbuilding based with pick & choose references from the established source materials. 

ㅤㅤ ㅤCARRD.   PROMPTS.   VERSES.   HEADCANONS.

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temp guidelines under cut until carrd is available:

twenty-one+ & mutuals only.

i do not tag triggers. i do read other's guidelines before interacting and keep in mind to stray away from personal triggers via writing.

zero tolerance for any ooc drama, policing of content, etc. -- the block button exists for a reason.

prompts & random starters are adored and preferred over plotting.

regarding portrayal: sevika is lesbian. i've seen content shipping her with jinx or vi and that will not be explored here. her age in canon ranges from 33-41, but i'm more than happy to explore outside of that range in various au timelines.

heavy on multi everything. crossovers desired.

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin

Summary: The only person who could calm the fire in Maegor was his sweet little niece Rhaella. Everyone thought he would destroy her, but what if he didn't? What if he made her thrive? Read to find out the story of Maegor and Rhaella.

Prolouge Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Dragons

Rhaella and Maegors kids

Maegor and Rhaella moonboard

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for this fic! I don't know what I'd do without you girly!!!

[ashblooddragons]

His Gentle Queen

Summary: Since his brothers death Baelon is now heir, and as heir and future king he needs a wife, and who better than his dear sister Aelora? This is the story of Baelon and Aelora in the My Heart, My Ruin au please look at my masterlist before reading!

Coming soon!

Thank you to my bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for my fic! I swear I don't know what I would do without you girly!

[ashblooddragons]

La Danse Macabre

Summary: Valaena Velaryon the eldest child and true born daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor. Her and her mother could never connect, for Valaena was not as chaotic as her mother. And when her mother tells her her right to the throne and gives it to her brother instead their bond is particularly broken. She has only one person to truly lean on, her uncle Aemond, and he knows just as her that they were made by the gods for each other, and that they were made to rule.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Moonboard

Special thanks to my Bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I be lost without you!

TAGLIST: @sugutoad @ilikefelines @classicsimpforaaronwarner @mmogurl @sachaa-ff @thelastemzy @themoonlitquill @athzhowakar @baybaybear1

[ashblooddragons]

When The Lion Met The Dragon

Summary: The Rebellion is on Rhaegars footstep, and he needs Allies, it was a obvious choice to turn to the Lannisters for their gold and formidable army. All he had to do was choose between Lord Tywins Daughters two of the great beauty's of history, Cersei a beautiful woman though very full of herself and cruel to others. Or her little sister, Myranda his late wife's lady in waiting and best friend who seems to despise him. In the end he must pick the lesser of two evils and do his duty as always, but what if his duty turns to fondness, and his fondness to love, and his love to obsession? Read to find out the story of Myranda and Rhaegar!"

This is the last installment of The Red Queen Au! I hope you all have enjoyed or will enjoy the ride!

Coming soon!!!!

Special thanks to @sugutoad for making the header for this fic!! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!!

[coffeebooksrain18]

I want it known this probably isn't good as this is my first ever edit but I just had to make one for my bestie @sugutoad birthday. Happy birthday Anna I hope this at least brings a smile to your face.

[ashblooddragons]

Heads up for people, if The Red Queen is late it's cause these stories are on my mind

A Baelon the Brave x Sister oc story

A Aemond x Velaryon niece story.

Also i want to thank my Bestie @sugutoad for making both and listening to me rant about them! Hope you all are excited for a new fic sometime soon!

[ashblooddragons]

What Life Gives Us

Summary: The night before his wedding to Lady Jocelyn Baratheon prince Aemon felt trapped, like he had no control over his life, so he went and visited a whore house where he saw a auction for a beautiful red haired woman. He paid for her and found out her name was Lily Waters, he never thought he'd fall for her but fate had other plans for him and her.

I will warn people before going into this fic, it is a tragedy, it's happy and sweet but it has a sob worthy ending, me and my friend @sugutoad were both sobbing just talking about the ending so there's your warning.

Coming soon!

Special thanks to my Bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for this fic! I don't know what I'd do without you girly!

[coffeebooksrain18]

A moodboard for my bestie @sugutoad birthday of our ocs to a fic we're co writing! Shiera Targaryen and Vissera Targaryen!

[ashblooddragons]

The Devil And I

Summary: The Daughter of The Red Queen, Aelys was more like her father, King Daemon, than her mother. Though they did have some things in common, the great being their love for their deer uncles. This is the story of Aelys and Aemond! This is the second story in The Red Queen Au, please read The Red Queen before reading or you'll be confused.

Coming soon!!!

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for my Fic! I swear I'd be lost without you Girly!!

[coffeebooksrain18]

Moodboard of for my Bestie @sugutoad for her birthday of for Aegon and her Oc Shiera Targaryen