#Visenya x you

[novaursa]

you could do a visenya and rhaeyns x young brother reader

Blood of the Three

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- Summary: You spend some time in the embrace of your sisters.

- Pairing: Rhaenys Targaryen/brother!reader/Visenya Targaryen

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @literaturedog @oxymakestheworldgoround

The night sky over Dragonstone was thick with clouds, dark and unyielding as the waves crashed against the rocky shores below. The faint flicker of torches illuminated the winding paths of the ancient fortress, casting long, wavering shadows that moved like specters in the cool sea breeze. Within the walls, however, there was warmth—a different kind of warmth that seemed to coil around you, an almost palpable energy that drew you closer to your sisters.

You stood at the edge of a large chamber, your gaze lingering on the carved stone walls, but your mind was elsewhere. You could hear Rhaenys’ soft laughter from across the room, a sound that always pulled at something deep inside you, while Visenya’s presence felt like a constant—her watchful eyes ever upon you, piercing in their intensity.

It was Visenya who spoke first, her voice low and commanding, as it always was. "You are too far from us, brother. Come closer."

There was no denying her, not that you ever wanted to. Your feet carried you across the cold stone floor as the firelight danced around you, casting your shadow long and tall. You could feel the weight of their gazes on you, the unspoken bond that had always existed between the three of you. Rhaenys lay sprawled on a set of plush furs, her lithe body relaxed and radiant, her eyes alight with amusement as she watched you approach.

Visenya stood by the fire, her silver-gold hair catching the light, making her seem otherworldly, almost like a goddess carved from moonlight. She looked at you in that way she always did—possessive, protective, but something else as well, something deeper that neither of you had ever fully spoken of but both of you understood.

“You spend too much time lost in thought, Y/N,” Rhaenys teased, her voice warm and sultry as she shifted on the furs, inviting you to sit beside her. "Always so serious."

You smirked at her remark but said nothing, settling down beside her as the heat of her body mingled with yours. Visenya joined the two of you, her movements fluid and graceful as she sat on your other side, closer than was necessary, but that was how it always was between the three of you. Proximity had never been an issue—if anything, it was a comfort, a reminder of the bond that tied you together.

For a moment, the three of you sat in silence, the crackling of the fire and the distant roar of the sea the only sounds filling the space. Rhaenys leaned her head on your shoulder, her silver hair brushing against your cheek as her fingers traced lazy patterns on your forearm. "Do you ever wonder," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "what it would have been like if we had been born in a different time? If things were different?"

You turned your head slightly, catching the glint of mischief in her violet eyes. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, though her fingers never stopped their gentle movements on your skin. "Perhaps if we were not bound by duty... by expectations." Her eyes flickered to Visenya briefly before returning to you. "Perhaps we would be free to do what we wished."

Visenya, who had been watching the flames, finally spoke, her voice softer than usual. "We are Targaryens. We make our own destiny. It is the rest of the world that bends to our will, not the other way around."

Her words were sharp, but there was a tenderness in her tone reserved only for you and Rhaenys. She reached out, her fingers brushing against your hand, and for a moment, all three of you were connected—physically, emotionally, in ways that others could never understand.

“You’ve always believed that, haven’t you?” you said, turning your hand over to grasp hers, feeling the coolness of her skin against yours. "That we are above the world’s rules."

“We are,” Visenya replied, her gaze intense as it met yours. “We are dragons. And dragons do not bow.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of the power that flowed through your blood, through all of your blood. But there was something more here, something unspoken and deeper than even your shared legacy. The three of you had always been close—closer than most would deem appropriate—but that closeness had only intensified over the years.

Rhaenys lifted her head from your shoulder, her lips curving into a soft smile as her fingers stilled on your arm. "Perhaps we do make our own destiny," she murmured, leaning in closer until her breath was warm against your neck. "But that doesn’t mean we cannot enjoy the moments we have now."

There was a fire in her eyes, a heat that matched the one building in your chest. Visenya’s hand tightened slightly in yours, as if she, too, could feel the shift in the air between the three of you.

“You’re both impossible,” you muttered, though there was no conviction in your words.

Rhaenys laughed softly, her lips brushing against your jawline, sending a surge of warmth through your veins. Visenya’s other hand came to rest on your chest, her touch firm yet gentle, grounding you in the moment. Together, they surrounded you, their warmth and their presence filling the room in a way that nothing else could. The three of you had always been inseparable, but this felt different—more intimate, more raw.

Rhaenys’ laughter faded into something softer as she pressed her lips to yours, a kiss full of warmth and affection, her hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck. Visenya watched, her eyes darkening, before leaning in to press her lips to your temple, her touch possessive in a way that was entirely her.

The world outside the chamber ceased to exist, leaving only the three of you in the warmth of the fire, surrounded by the unbreakable bond you shared. Here, within the walls of Dragonstone, you were not Targaryens bound by duty or destiny. Here, you were simply together—a family, bound by something deeper than blood.

And in this moment, that was all that mattered.

[aemondslefteyeball]

Let's Have a Satanic Orgy!

[Visenya Targaryen x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Degradation, spit, slapping, spanking, lots of sacrilege, general blanket warning for lots and lots of sacrilege, choking, implied gore]

[Summary: A heteronormative, Gods-fearing Westerosi family navigates life in a world rife with temptation and sin!]

(Tbh I think this is the most fun thing I've written so far this might turn into a series idk. Title comes from this song, please support the band they’re both super cool)

Word Count: 2.9K

Maegor & the Meaning of Friendship

Raising children is hard. Raising your lover’s child is harder, especially when he’s an unholy, incestuous abomination borne of a lesbian’s blood magic. And that leads to predicaments such as the one you found yourself in right now. Little Maegor was napping happy as a lamb while he levitated two feet above his crib. You had just got him back down. Sighing before tiptoeing your way around the defense glyphs on the floor, you reached your hands under the sleeping child as gently as you could before lowering him to the bed. That was the exact moment violet eyes snapped open and demonic wails rang through one of the few completed towers. Sighing, you shushed him as you bounced Maegor on one hip, grabbing his favorite ceremonial toy dagger. When the toy did little to appease him, you cleared your throat. 

“Hush little darling,

Dream of pain.

Screaming, brimstone, blood in rain.

But if those Riverlands don’t burn, 

Momma’s gonna turn them into an urn.” 

The child smiled as his head lolled back onto your shoulder. He dropped the dagger, but you bid a shadow to catch it before the clatter woke him again. He was growing by the day, and it was apparently starting to become an issue for his wet nurses. You regenerated two pairs of nipples this week alone. And that was nothing compared to the first time Maegor discovered what teeth could do and you spent a week trying to revive his Septa until giving up and binding her soul to a child’s doll that now sat untouched in the corner of his room. Sighing, you made a mental note to go through which bound souls he did and didn’t play with so you could release the ones he ignored. As you tiptoed back over the sigils in the floor, you grabbed a pouch of hangman’s ash from the interior of your dress and sprinkled it over the line you had broken upon entering the room. Closing the door after you, you crept along the shadows through the keep until arriving at the yard. Empty. She’s running herself too thin. Visenya hadn’t been arriving at your shared chambers until after the hour of the owl most nights. But you didn’t mind, the night had always been to your liking, and nights with her were nothing short of perfect. Lateness be damned. When her last haunt turned up empty, you frowned. The only other finished parts of the castle were the kitchens and the Sept. It was decidedly…unlike her to be there but worst case scenario she wouldn’t be there and you could just make another Septon piss himself. To your surprise, Visenya stood before the altar and took in the effigies of six gods. “I’ve always found it strange that they never worship the only God of theirs that’s actually real.” 

Visenya turned around at the purr of your voice, a dark chuckle escaping her lips. “And yet the farce drones on. But appearances must be maintained.” Gliding to meet her at the altar, you smiled when your love pulled you in for a kiss. With a flick of your hand, the heavy wooden doors slammed shut, and you bit into Visenya’s lip hard enough to draw blood. She moaned when your tongue probed at the cut, and you pulled away for a brief second. 

“Do you know what our son has been up to?” Your arms came to rest on the blonde’s broad shoulders, pressing the curve of your chest into her. 

Visenya grunted as she pivoted so the back of your thighs was flush with the altar. “There are other things on my mind.” A wicked grin split your lover’s face as her rough hands dropped to your thighs, pulling your weight out from under you as she pushed you back onto the altar. 

You let out a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her as you stumbled back. “Like maintaining appearances?” 

A dark look flashed across Visenya’s face, and she tenderly lifted your arms from her shoulders. She took care to press gentle kisses along your wrists, locking eye contact with you before she pulled her belt off and bound your wrists with it. A single finger tilted your chin up, a predatory look on the Queen’s face. “Appearances will be kept, in public.” Her thumb stroked softly at your jaw as your gaze came back to focus on the dribble of blood from Visenya’s lower lip. “But since there isn’t an audience here,” She almost sounded disappointed, even if her better instincts told her otherwise. “You are going to be a good girl and help me defile this.” The words were spoken in a soft coo, with a razor’s edge beneath it. Visenya placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before she shoved you onto your back. “Hands above your head. Don’t move them.” She didn’t wait for you to adjust yourself, her hands rising to the neckline of your dress and promptly tearing the lace. 

“Hey!” You let out an indignant huff.

“Shut up.” When you opened your mouth to retort, she brought a hand down to slap at your exposed breast, the peak stiffening. “If you complain again, you’ll be returning to our chambers naked.” Your lover's hand wandered over your torso, and you arched your back into her touch. A smug look pulled across Visenya’s features as she rolled your nipple between her fingers, her mouth pulling the other in. A bolt of heat jolted to your core as her tongue stroked your nipple, clenching around nothing as you let a breathy moan escape you. Teeth pulled gently at the peak, as her fingers pinched at the other. Her moan vibrated against your flesh, lavishing your breast before slapping the other once more. Satisfied, she released your nipple with a wet pop and flicked her feral gaze up to you. Methodically, her hand rose until two fingers rested against your bottom lip. Opening your mouth, you flicked your tongue across her fingers, wetting the digits thoroughly before pressing a kiss on her fingertips. Visenya’s fingers dug into your thigh hard enough to leave bruises, while she brought the other to brush against your lower lips. Light as a feather, her touch never lingered against your skin for longer than a few moments. You clenched your jaw shut, knowing that she would only prolong the teasing if you complained about it. Fingertips grazed closer and closer to your center, and when you started bucking your hips to try and meet them, her other hand pressed your hips down flat into the altar. 

You finally shot her a pleading look, stilling your movements. “Please, my Queen.” 

A wild grin pulled across Visenya’s features, her fingertips circling your bud as you moaned. “All you had to do was ask.” She cooed again, her tone condescending. By now you should be used to begging her for what you wanted, but it wasn’t something that came naturally. Your abdominal muscles tensed as she continued the lazy pace on your bud. Hooded eyes opened to meet her fiery gaze, and her left hand traversed up your torso, coming to rest under your jaw. “Open.” When your lips parted you were rewarded with the pace on your bud quickening, a soft whine escaping you before Visenya spat into your mouth. Pushing your mouth closed and watching you swallow, her thumb tenderly brushed against your lip for a moment before her expression stilled. Her hand was pulled away from your face, and you mourned the loss of contact before the sting bloomed across your cheek. Visenya waited for you to look back at her before her hand cracked across your face again. “Never talk back to me.” She cooed, lowering her fingers to prod at your entrance, but refusing to give you what you need. “I thought by now you would know your place.” She continued as the hand that struck you came to rest on your throat. “And what is that, precisely?” Before you could answer, her fingers squeezed against the sides of your throat. Visenya chuckled darkly as you clenched uselessly around her digits. 

“Your whore.” The wheeze was barely audible, and your lover squeezed your throat harder. 

Visenya knit her eyebrows together in false concern. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear that.” She murmured. You tried again, but the words were muffled once more. Heat shot to your core as you writhed uselessly against the queen, tears pricking at your eyes. “Nope, still nothing, I’m afraid.” She said with a mocking sigh, finally releasing her grip. 

“Your whore.” You gasped out with the first breath you could suck in, a pleased smile tugging at Visenya’s sculpted face. Two fingers pushed into you suddenly, and you moaned at the fullness. Visenya didn’t give you a chance to adjust, her pace punishing as she curved her fingers into the rough spot that made your vision go blurry. Your teeth dug into your lower lip as you strained against the leather binding your hands. Heat was building in your lower abdomen, your muscles being pulled ever tenser at her continued ministrations. “May I cum?” Visenya quickened her pace, and your hips rolled to meet her actions. Bringing her thumb up to stroke your bud, tension built ever higher in your gut.

“No.” The reply came lovingly whispered, and you knit your eyebrows together, closing your eyes. 

“Please.” You begged, opening your eyes once more to lock with hers as you desperately tried to hold in the wave of pleasure that was about to break within you. 

Visenya looked annoyed, and pulled her fingers out of you at once, slapping your core before shooting you a hard glare. She wrenched you to your feet before promptly bending you over the altar and tearing the remains of your dress off your body. Her fingers laced into your hair and she pulled back until you were looking at her. “Five.” She said simply, untangling her fingers from your hair and pushing your hips into the marble before her hand cracked against your exposed ass. A second later a second one came to the other cheek. 

“One.” You moaned out, slick leaking out onto the altar as your lover gently rubbed the reddened flesh. 

Visenya’s hand cracked out against your skin two more times. “Two.” 

The blonde tutted approvingly behind you, the hand on your hip rubbing gentle circles as she rained the next few blows onto you. Visenya breathed raggedly, while you savored the feeling of her hot skin against yours. When the last blow fell, you took a second to catch your breath. “Five.” Pressing into her touch, you let the silence hang between you two for a second longer. “Thank you, my Queen.” 

Visenya pulled back, taking a step back from the altar. Her deft hands moved to undo the laces of her breeches. “Is a little gratitude so difficult?” She mused, her pants dropping before she carefully stepped out of them. “On your knees.” You dropped immediately, holding your hands up so that Visenya could undo the belt. Afterward, your hands raised to your lover’s smallclothes and you waited for an approving nod before pulling them down. Visenya stepped out of them and promptly hooked her thigh over your shoulder. Pressing a soft kiss to her bundle, you relished the way her fingers tightened in your hair. Your tongue darted out to taste her, and she let out a low moan. Swirling your tongue around her bud, you dropped your face so that your nose ground into her clit while your tongue pressed into her entrance. You moaned at her taste, and Visenya tensed against you at the vibrations, her hips rolling against your face. Slick coated your chin as you continued to tonguefuck your Queen, her moans heady as she ground against your face. “Fingers.” Visenya commanded, and you nodded before coating two in her slick and pushing them into her. “Fuck.” The blonde groaned as she clenched around your fingers. "Such a good little whore for me." You merely started thrusting them into her, drunken off the sound of her building moans and harsh words. When you prodded the rough spot behind her pelvis, Visenya’s movements grew erratic. She rode your face without abandon, her fingers white-knuckling your hair as she squeezed yours. You didn’t stop after her moans hit a crescendo, your fingers continuing at the bruising pace she loved. You lapped up every drop of her cum, licking it off your lips when she finally pulled you away from her core. Visenya looked so fucking beautiful like this, her silver hair frizzing around her face and her heavy-lidded eyes staring down at you lovingly. She closed her violet irises for a few moments longer, lips parted as she caught her breath. When her eyes opened again, they were once more darkened with lust. She pulled you to your feet before pushing you back against the altar. This time she turned you so you lay along the length of the marble, and she crawled up after you, coming to settle between your parted legs. Her hot breath teased against your throbbing core, slick coating your thighs as she pressed her lips to them. Her tongue darted out to taste your essence, looking up at you with a dark look in her eyes before she bit into your thigh. You grunted in pain, another wave of arousal shooting through you as Visenya released you. Pressing a kiss to the burning flesh, she finally swiped her tongue across you, spreading your slick around with a deft tongue. She didn’t wait a moment longer before feasting on you like a starved woman, her lips pressing around your button before she sucked on it and slipped a finger into you. Your heels dug into the marble as you writhed against her touch, wild moans filling the sept. In response, she slid another finger into you and increased the pace, her eyes wild as she drove herself into you. 

When the heat started to build in your gut once more you reached out to hold the hand that she had rested on your hip, and squeezed it lightly. “May I please cum?” You whimpered, arched against the cool marble. Visenya hummed approvingly against you, her fingers quickening as your orgasm came crashing over you. Every muscle in your body tensed as you clenched impossibly tight around your lover’s fingers, hips rolling as you moaned out Visenya’s name incoherently. She didn’t let up until you had started to whimper and push her away, pulling back to rest her head against your thigh.  A haughty grin spread across her face at the sight of you, but her hands were gentle as they stroked your thigh. 

She came to sit up on the altar, pulling your head into her lap. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Guilt tinged at her tone, and you squeezed her arm reassuringly as you shook your head no. She nodded and tutted, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “And you know I love you?” You smiled and pushed yourself up, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 

“I love you too.” Having the power to clothe yourself in shadows was entirely useless until it wasn’t. Since meeting Visenya you have become well practiced in it. The tatters of nightshade fabric fell back over your body as if it had been poured there, and the two of you left the sept hand in hand as you returned to the royal apartments.

When the two of you arrived, you were both shocked to see Maegor tearing the heads off of the soul dolls while Aenys watched horrified a few feet away. “Maegor!” You exclaimed. Honestly, you didn’t know where he got his atrocious manners from some days. You would say his father if Aegon had anything to do with his birth because he certainly wasn’t around to teach him afterward. Shaking your head, you gathered a few of the dolls before passing them to Aenys. “We’ve talked about this.” You said gently, kneeling down to look Maegor in the eyes. He stared glumly down at his feet, and you looked back to see Visenya leaning against the doorway with an amused smile on her face. Turning back, you waited for him to raise his gaze to yours, and when he did you gave him a gentle smile. “It’s impolite to not share with your brother.” You explained, gesturing over at Aenys, who was cradling the doll holding the Septa’s soul. “How would you feel if he was tearing the heads off of his toys and didn’t offer any to you?” The boy’s lower lip trembled for a second as he nodded. 

“I’m sorry, Aenys.” You kissed Maegor on the forehead after he said it, and rose back to your feet. Taking a few steps back, you rejoined Visenya where she was watching the two boys. Aenys tentatively tugged at the doll’s head while Maegor beamed at him, when it wrenched loose a howling wail filled the tower. Maegor giggled excitedly, and Aenys was so excited from all of it that he started sobbing. You looked at Visenya lovingly and laced your fingers into hers. “We did a good thing.” You said, resting your head on her muscular shoulder. 

Raising children was hard, but it was easy when you were doing it with the person you love most in the world.

[darkestspring]

When possible, I’d love to see a continuation of your yandere conquerors where third wife reader eventually falls pregnant…I’d bet that they’d be obsessively protective.

It was only a few months after you married the three targaryens on dragonstone, unaware of your father's rage back in winterfell over his beloved daughter marrying, your mother wasn't much better but aegon, rhaenys, and visenya tried to not let you stress out too much.

aegon knew before you did, he could tell even the small changes in you, that's why when the maester gave the news, he acted like he was surprised as to not raise suspicions in you. Rhaenys and Visenya had both beamed at you, hands pressed against your not yet swollen belly.

"You must eat, dearest." Visenya pushed the plate closer to you as you pushed it away from you, shaking your head as you pursed your lips.

"No! Aegon said he'd eat with us, I don't want him to be sad that we started without him." You frowned at the eldest of your wives, turning to look at Rhaenys who paused bringing a bite of food to her lips.

"Haaah..." Rhaenys sighed, "Very well, just a moment more." She gave in very easily, leaving Visenya to glare at her.

"No! Not a moment more, dearest, you must eat. You are carrying a child, you must eat, not just for yourself." She fretted over you, moving closer and you all looked up as Aegon entered.

"Aegon! You're here, finally!" You beamed, relieved to see him. He'd been busy with affairs all day (which, unbeknownst to you, was actually him trying to smooth things over with your father.)

Aegon hummed softly, striding towards you and leaning down to kiss you. "Were you waiting for me? What a sweet thing." He cooed at you softly, pulling back with a pleased look in his eyes.

He eyed the already eating Rhaenys and the scowling Visenya with an amused look.

"Finally." Visenya scoffed, turning to you. "Dearest, Aegon in now here, so you must eat."

You huffed, pouting as you stomach finally grumbled. "Yes, yes, I'll eat now. You should eat too, Aegon."

Aegon took his usual spot next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. "i'll eat later, you just eat now, you need food, you're eating for a baby too."

Would it be considered ungentlemanly of him to admit that the knowledge that you carried his baby inside of you sent pleasant shivers down his spine. You were his, lovely little you.

"Dearest." Visenya called out on the other side of you and you paused in your eating to look up at her, blinking.

Visenya leaned down and kissed you, her hands cupping your face.

You pulled back with red cheeks and rhaenys protested.

"That's not fair! I'm the favorite, so I should get more kisses, right dearest?"

Both aegon and visenya scoffed as you stammered out a reply.

[amisa-k]

masterlist

reactions

house of the dragon men reacting at you sleeping on them

house of the dragon women reacting at you sleeping on them

how house of the dragon characters would touch you

someone offended you

their reactions to you teasing them with your foot under the table during dinner 1

their reactions to you teasing them with your foot under the table during dinner 2

you catch them masturbating and calling your name

nude painting

you said "I love you" in your native language

daemon targaryen

daemon provokes and begs (sub!daemon x dom!reader)

aemond targaryen

a brief moment of comfort with aemond

sub!aemond targaryen x dom!reader 18+

aegon ii targaryen

aegon targaryen x sister!reader

a drunken night with aegon

aegon provokes and begs (sub!aegon x dom!reader)

comforting him while he cries

visenya targaryen

visenya targaryen x fem!reader smut

you’re not someone i fear, you’re someone i want part 1

part 2

part 3

[thesongoficeandfir3]

ASOIAF lovers as elements (part earth)

The Earth lovers are defined as stable and grounded, in most cases they may often come off as brute, rough around the edges, stern, and scary even but with time you will notice other softer qualities

The core ways an Earth lover would show their love for you is through loyalty, supportiveness, and protectiveness

The Earth lover can further be split into different subgroups where they can fall in all categories, some categories or be more of one than a other

They can be like the mighty oak tree where their love is deeply rooted and no force can ever come between their love for you. They are extremely loyal to you and would never be unfaithful to you. Never even faltering for a second if anything no matter how tempting tried to come between you two

Or they can be like the plant. In order for most plants to grow and bloom into something strong and beautiful they need to be in the best conditions and for your lover your relationship is the plant and they are the gardener. This type of Earth lover is very nurturing, ensuring you are well taken care of in every aspect of your life. Their top priority is your wellbeing and happiness , even spoiling you a bit because they never give you anything but the best. Their loyalty also shows here as well as patience. More than likely your marriage would be due to a political agreement thus you two would start off as strangers. They will be patient and not force or rush your growing relationship and they will be loyal, staying devoted no matter how long it takes for you two to be finally familiar and comfortable with each other

Like the mountain the earth lover is usually has steadfast and stubborn in personality. This may seem negative but it can also be positive. When trouble comes they are unyielding and refuse to buckle under pressure and will be quick to act as a sanctuary and anchor to keep you grounded so you won’t fall. You can always count to lean on them as they are unshaken and ready to take on issues

earthquake are terrifying, dangerous, and violent. The earth lover protection toward you is like an earthquake. Most of the time your earth lover prefers to stay silent and steady but the moment you are hurt, threaten, disrespected even they erupt in a terrifying and violent anger. So terrifying and violent it leaves not only the threat but any one else who’s witness this anger to be afraid. They respond so recklessly and violently immediately because they want no confusion in the slightest with how important you are to them and what will happen if someone tries to come between that

Earth lovers may seem unapproachable like a vast forest, intimidating like a mountain, or unyielding like a boulder, but they are also like a geode and if you take time to explore them getting to truly know them you’ll find beauty within them

Cregan Stark, Jon Snow, Harwin Strong, Young!Tywin, Visenya Targaryen, Erryk Cargyll

[ofhouseusher]

House of the Dragon fanfiction ➵ A place for you and me (and our dragons)

↳ Visenya Targaryen, a fierce dragonrider bonded to the second-largest dragon alive, understands the thrill of a successful battle and the line between life and death. Someone who would fight by Rhaenys' side without her ever asking. They were mortals linked together by fire. The same sin binds them. They were entwined in red rings of blood and loneliness. It was, in a way, mutual haunting. This was someone who met Rhaenys Targaryen at her level.

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

taglist🧚🏻‍♀️: @queenwhojustis

[eu-nicola]

Lord of Driftmark

Lucerys Velaryon x Fem! OC

Summary: it wasn’t secret that prince lucerys had many conquests and his sister was jealous.

warnings: my first language isn’t English and I didn't correct this / smut / incest / I know the labels aren’t 100% correct

It wasn’t a secret to the kingdom that Prince Lucerys "Lord of Driftmark" had many conquests throughout the kingdom, he was refused to marry and belong completely to anyone, his mother Queen Rhaenyra had tried many times to convince him but he simply did not want to, he was fine as sole ruler and with his women around, it was said that he had had some bastards but he had not wanted them, they were had dark hair as any child could have so there was no way to prove that they were his children.

On the other hand there was his younger sister Visenya the young girl who loved him since she had been conscious, she had always felt jealous of all the women who hovered around him and she wanted to murder each and every one of them but she could not, she could not show herself like that to others and she was definitely not going to let her jealousy win her over. Sometimes the princess made some of her brother's suitors disappear, the prettiest ones she sent away and made sure they never came near them again, it wasn't necessary scary them because they had the beautiful woman with a strong character and fierce stories.

Rhaenyra knew what her daughter felt and she also knew that there was no line in the world that Visenya would not cross for him.

sometimes it reminded her of her youth, the fire her children had within her and how they were as attracted to each other as she was to Daemon. Rhaenyra was aware that her son felt the same way since when it was suggested to him that she and Daemon had the idea of marrying Visenya to a noble of one of the houses he flatly refused, he even got angry at the idea. That was the first time.

There was another occasion in which Visenya was talking with a young Stark and while they were laughing and talking from afar Lucerys watched them and especially the man he killed him with his eyes, that time he called the man and took him away from the room after that it was only known that the next day he was returning to his home.

Both did everything to prevent the other from interacting with other people but neither of them did anything to be together.

As a princess she had to marry urgently and that was about to happen, despite Lucerys' attempts to stop it from happening, the Lannister house accepted the queen's offer to marry her youngest daughter to John Lannister, the youngest son of the family. Visenya was not entirely happy but if that was what she had to do she would do it no matter what, her family was the most important thing and above all her name was.

That day all the houses prepared to go to the wedding of their princess, by request of the Lannister house the wedding was going to be like any other because they did not want to follow the Valyrian traditions for not knowing them, Visenya was upset with this because she always wanted to get married under their traditions but there was nothing you could say to make them do it. After that everything happened quickly and the young couple was finally married, the whole event was witnessed by Lucerys from afar because at no time he wanted to approach them more than he should, he didn’t want to talk to them and much less to congratulate them.

While the people danced and drank Visenya's ladies took her to her room to prepare her to be with her husband, they bathed her body and let her hair down, they dressed her with a beautiful white nightgown ready for the night, as soon as they left Visenya heard the sound of the door and she thought it was her husband but it was not, it was prince Lucerys right in front of her.

"What are you doing here Lucerys?". She asked.

"I wanted to see my little sister “. He answered her, getting even closer to her.

"You didn't want to greet me the whole dinner, why would do it now? “. Visenya moved away from him trying to avoid him touching her but he was quicker and he grabbed her by the wrist. "Let go Lucerys, I don't want you to touch me".

"You don't want to eh?, that's not what it looks like when I see you spying on me with other women". Visenya was stunned to be discovered and did not want to say a word. "I know you want to be the one under me “.

"No, I don't and I will never want to". She defended herself.

"Never say never, darling “. Immediately after that he grabbed her by the waist pulled her to him and kissed her.

In the blink of an eye they were both on the bed she was supposed to share with her husband, Visenya straddling his lap, Lucerys' large hands roaming from her hips to the curve of her slightly exposed ass.

"Luke." She moaned as best she could. Her pussy was throbbing as he kissed her neck, slapping his hips against her clit.

"You must go, my husband could arrive." She pleaded him.

" Maybe then he will realize that no one could ever make you feel the way I do ". He whispered against her neck.

He stood up a little and turned around to drop her on the bed. He helped her take off her dress and leave her completely naked, walked over to her and began to distribute kisses all over her body and the occasional mark.

" Please Luke, don't tease me." She begged him.

" Are you going to let me use this pretty pussy?" he asked, running his tip up and down.

She nodded her head and he immediately smiled, his right hand reaching down to grab her thigh while his left hand guided his cock.

She moaned as she slowly felt him, her pussy stretching around his cock as he soothed her.

"It won't last long the pain, trust me." He told her. He leaned into her face spreading kisses across her lips and neck as he began to gently thrust in and out of her.

Visenya was starting to get desperate and wanted more. "Luke, harder." She whispered in his ear. He was surprised but took advantage and wasted no time to start fucking her harder.

"Tomorrow morning you will be carrying my child in your womb and no other man will be able to touch you".

Finger nails running down his muscular back, his words made Visenya thrill.

" Did you understand me?" . He asked taking her by the throat.

" Yes yes, I will take as many children as you ask me to, I promise " . He continued to pound her relentlessly, one hand gripping her thigh and the other grabbing her pretty throat.

"Please, I need...".

"Cum around my cock." He asked her and so she did, she felt free.

Luke finally came and his body felt bigger and bigger on top of her, his cum felt hot as it filled her cervix.

"Shit." he exhaled, pulling his cock out as his cum dripped from Visenya's pussy.

He brought his fingers up and pushed them back into her, making sure nothing escaped.

"Let nothing go to waste." He told her before planting a kiss on her mouth.

"Luke and what about my husband?". She asked him.

"I'll make sure it looks like an accident". At such an answer she smiled at him and kissed him again.

She was tired but she wanted to keep her promise and give him as many children as he asked for and for that to be fulfilled they had to keep going, so without wasting time she climbed on top of her brother and again directed his cock in her aching pussy to feel him deep inside.

" So someone is eager to continue." He told her with a smile. He took by the hips and began to guide her in her work and so they continued their night without stopping until dawn.

[vintagegirl01]

Vying for the Sea 🌊 (Pt.4)

Duke Leto Atreides x female Velaryon reader

Summary: You and your husband meet the conqueror once again; a showdown ensues.

As the ship docks on the Caladanian docks, Leto takes your hand in his, a soft smile on his face as he gazes out at the rolling hills and fields that surround the city in the distance. The journey had been relatively smooth, almost peaceful, and the time spent with you on the journey has only served to strengthen his bond, his feelings for you.

“Well, darling, here we are.” He murmurs, his eyes still fixed on the scenic view, his grip on your hand almost possessive, as if wanting to hold onto you, even now.

You take in the lush landscape. “It is so beautiful here. I only hope I will make a good impression on the people of Caladan.”

Leto turns to gaze at you, his expression one of reassurance and affection. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, a small smile on his face.*

“Trust me, my love, they are going to love you. How could they not?” He grins, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

You smile up at him.

Before you two can get off the boat, you hear screeching from above. You then look up to see that Aegon has come on Balerion.

As Balerion lands nearby, a low, guttural rumble almost like a greeting leaving his scaly snout, Leto lets out a low whistle, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of his brother, and the dragon's presence. He gently squeezes your hand again, a touch of surprise and wariness in his gaze, wondering just what Aegon is doing here.

"It seems we have a guest, my love." He murmurs, his gaze remaining fixed on Balerion and Aegon as they approach.

You look unamused. “Cousin Aegon. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Aegon takes a few steps toward the docking area, a sly smile on his face as he comes to stand in front of you and Leto. His eyes sweep over you both, his gaze lingering on your hand, intertwined with Leto's, his gaze almost scrutinizing, before he grins, a sly, almost mocking look in his eyes.

"Well, well, if it isn't the newlyweds. Having a nice honeymoon, I presume?" He drawls.

You try to hide the shock you are experiencing with the best poker face you can muster. “You knew of our ceremony back on Driftmark?”

Aegon nods, his smirk widening a little bit, his gaze still fixed on the two of you. He slowly takes a few steps closer, walking with a casual, almost nonchalant air, his eyes never leaving you.

"Of course I did, cousin. I have eyes and ears all over Westeros. I know more than you might expect." He responds, his voice almost low as he gazes at your interlocked hands, his expression almost appraising.

"Though I must say," He starts again, a slight hint of mockery in his tone, as his eyes sweep over your form, taking in your appearance, the way you stand next to Leto, almost close enough to touch.

"Getting married on Driftmark, hm? That's certainly a choice. Not very conventional, given..." He pauses, his gaze flickering over to Leto for a moment, a small smirk on his face, his meaning clear.

“You gave us no choice, Aegon. I wanted to ensure Leto and I were married without any …complications.”

Aegon chuckles softly at that, his smirk widening almost into a grin. He casually crosses his arms over his chest, still walking closer, his gaze darting between you and Leto.

"Complications, you say? Whatever could you be referring to, I wonder?" He questions, a note of feigned ignorance in his tone, as if he already knows exactly what you mean.

“The fact that you wanted to take me as another wife.”

At that, Aegon's smirk widens even more, a hint of amused irritation flashing in his eyes as he stops walking, standing a few paces in front of you and Leto. He almost sneers as he responds.

"Ah, that little detail, yes. A shame that you chose to get married without giving me any chance to protest. Or offer alternate terms, perhaps." He murmurs, his gaze almost fixated on you, his eyes lingering on your figure, slowly raking over you.

He lets out a small scoff, his gaze slowly moving to Leto, a hint of bitterness in his expression, as if he's not quite happy with the current situation.

"Though I suppose it's not all bad, I suppose. At least Leto can get his hands on you now, as much as he wants." He comments, his voice low and mocking, his eyes still lingering on you, almost sizing you up, like he's trying to decide something, or appraise you.

“We already consummated our marriage…” You say this, letting him know that he doesn’t get to be your first. Only your husband gets to be your first and last.

As you reveal that you and Leto have already consummated your marriage, Aegon's expression shifts slightly, a small flicker of irritation crossing his features, as if he's not particularly happy with the idea of you with anyone but him. His eyes narrow slightly, his gaze darkening a bit as he looks over the two of you.

"I see. And did he do a good job, I wonder?" He grumbles, his tone a bit petulant as he looks you up and down.

He pauses, his gaze raking over you once more, almost as if sizing you up, before his eyes flicker back to Leto for a moment, almost giving him a look that communicates that he can do better.

"Did he please you as well as I could, I wonder? Was it everything you imagined it would be, darling?" He murmurs, his tone almost a challenge, as if he's trying to goad both you and Leto into a reaction.

After a moment's pause, Aegon continues, his voice low and almost possessive, his gaze fixed on you as he murmurs,"I bet he couldn't please you the way I could, darling. Though I must say I applaud you for your decision. But I am curious, how was he? Did he...measure up?"

He nearly sneers, his gaze flickering over you for a moment, appraising, almost envious.

You become flustered. “Our lovemaking is only between Leto and I.”

At that, Aegon let's out a bark of rough laughter, a frustrated and almost irritated note in his tone, as if your comment irks him a bit

"Ah, always so coy, are you? Keeping your secrets, hmm? But I'm sure the truth will come out eventually, darling, you can't keep it hidden for long I'm sure." He smirks, his eyes flickering over you, almost like he's mentally assessing you, his gaze almost fixated on your figure.

“It will when I swell with my husband’s child.” You say proudly.

At that, Aegon's smirk falters for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as he stares at you, his expression almost stunned at your boldness, and your declaration.

"You...You plan to have his child? You're just... You're just going to let him make you pregnant? Just like that?"

He almost stumbles over his words, surprise and annoyance written all over his face, as if the very idea offends him somehow.

“Why not? I told you I want to carry his heirs, right Leto?

Leto nods at your comment, a small, almost proud smile on his face, his arm wrapping around your waist, holding you possessively, as if staking his claim, almost as if he's showing off.

"Of course, my love." Leto responds, his voice filled with a hint of confidence and possessiveness. He turns to look at Aegon, a slight challenge in his gaze, as if daring him to say something.

Aegon's expression shifts slightly, his initial surprise fading into a deeper, more intense irritation, almost as if hearing you and Leto speak so casually about having heirs infuriates him somehow.

"You... You just... You just give yourself up, so easily? Like some prized broodmare, ready to be bred? It's almost...disappointing." He almost sneers, the words sounding almost sharp and biting as he looks at you and Leto, his eyes flickering over your form as he speaks.

It was at this comment, Leto loses his patience with Aegon. His grip on you tightens, almost possessively, and he takes a step forward toward Aegon, his voice hard and firm as he speaks.

"Hold your tongue, conquer. You will not speak to my wife that way." He almost growls, a hint of anger in his tone, his eyes fixed on Aegon, his jaw clenched.

Aegon's expression shifts to one of mild surprise at Leto's sudden display of protectiveness and anger, but he quickly regains his composure, a small, almost sardonic grin spreading across his face.

"Oh calm down, Leto, I was merely making an observation. But I must say, seeing you so protective is almost...amusing." He smirks, almost baiting Leto.

“Do not give in, Leto. Aegon desires this reaction from you…”

Leto's expression hardens, his grip on you remaining firm, his gaze still fixated on Aegon, but he takes a deep breath, almost willing himself to remain calm and composed, his voice steely as he speaks.

"You are right, my darling, I should not give him what he wants."He responds, his gaze flickering between you and Aegon for a moment, his jaw still clenched, trying his best to control his temper.

Aegon watches with a mixture of fascination and irritation as Leto attempts to control his temper, his eyes narrowing slightly, almost as if he's trying to find a way to get under Leto's skin.

"Oh, come now, Leto. Where is your fire? You are really going to just let me talk that way about your wife, hm?" He almost mockingly questions, a sly smile on his face as he looks between you and Leto.

Leto's grip on you tightens even more for a moment, his jaw clenching as he struggles to keep his composure. But he manages to remain relatively calm, his voice low and firm as he responds.

"I will not dignify your words with a response, conquer. You will not speak about my wife in such a degrading manner, and that is final." He almost growls, his gaze fixed on Aegon, his stance protective and unyielding, almost daring Aegon to push him further.

“Leave now, Cousin Aegon.”

Aegon's smirk falters somewhat at your command, his expression shifting to a mix of mild surprise and irritation.

"You...you're sending me away, darling? Not very welcoming hosts, you two." He almost sneers, a note of mockery in his tone, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes as he looks at you, reluctant to leave just yet.

His gaze moves to Leto, his eyes flickering over your husband for a moment, almost challenging him to make him leave, but he just stands there, a hint of stubbornness in his expression, almost defiant. He looks like he's silently daring Leto to try and force him out.

Leto takes his own sword out and tells the conqueror to leave.

Aegon's eyes widen slightly as Leto threatens him with his sword, his expression almost amused, but also a bit surprised at Leto's boldness. He stares at Leto for a moment, almost sizing him up, before letting out a sharp bark of laughter.

"Oh, you are getting bold, my friend. Threatening the blood of the dragon with a blade? How very...adventurous of you." He almost sneers, his eyes flickering from Leto to you and back again.

Leto does not care. All he is concerned about is protecting you. So if he has to fight him away, he will.

Aegon sees the determination in Leto's eyes, and he almost snorts in disbelief, clearly not taking Leto's threat seriously. He almost looks offended that Leto would dare threaten him at all, especially for your sake.

"You actually think you can best me in a fight? With nothing but a sword? How quaint." He almost mocks, the sarcasm and confidence in his voice almost palpable.

He casts a mocking glance at Leto's sword, his eyes almost dismissive, not even looking the slightest bit worried, his confidence bordering on arrogance. He almost sneers at Leto, challenging him with his gaze.

"You really think that little blade of yours can intimidate me? How pitiful. Go on then, amuse me. Let's see what you're made of."

Leto's expression turns even more resolute at that, his jaw clenching, his grip on his sword tightening. He takes a step forward, his stance shifting into a defensive one, his eyes fixed on Aegon, almost like a challenge, and he speaks, his voice low and firm.

"Do not underestimate me, conquer. I may not have a dragon, but I will not let you insult my wife without consequence."

Aegon's expression shifts to one of mild irritation at Leto's unwavering determination, his jaw clenching as he glares at Leto, almost as if the very idea of Leto daring to stand up to him offends him.

"Oh, I'm not underestimating you, Leto. You're just amusing to me. You think you can actually put up a fight against a dragon with nothing but a puny sword?"He almost mocks, his voice almost belittling as he takes a step closer to Leto.

He takes a moment to size Leto up, almost as if he's assessing his threat level, before his expression twists into a mock sneer, his eyes flickering slightly, the hint of a challenge in them.

"Go on then, make the first move, if you are so confident. Let us see what you can do, oh mighty protector."

Leto doesn't back down, his expression hardening even more at Aegon's mockery. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself, and he steps forward, his grip on his sword tight. His eyes are fixed on Aegon, determination and anger visible in his gaze, his body tense.

"So be it." He almost growls.

Aegon grins at Leto's determination, his eyes flickering with anticipation and excitement at the prospect of a fight. He takes a step back, giving himself some distance, his expression almost taunting as he looks at Leto.

"Good. Show me what you’ve got, Leto. Let's see how far courage alone gets you."

Leto doesn't hesitate for a moment. He lunges forward, his sword swinging in a swift arc, his movements quick and precise, his stance wide and balanced. He aims to strike at Aegon as swiftly as possible, trying to catch him off guard.

Leto continues to fight with determination, his sword swinging and parrying, his movements fluid and precise, while Aegon blocks and retaliates, his own sword work just as deadly.

The two men fight relentlessly, neither yielding an inch, the clash of swords and the grunts and gasps of the combatants filling the air.

Leto manages to land a few hits, but so does Aegon. They're both winded, sweaty, and slightly bloodied, their clothing and armor scuffed and dirtied from the fight.

"You...you fight well, I'll give you that."Aegon almost spits out, his breath coming in short gasps, his expression a mixture of irritation and begrudging respect.

Leto is similarly winded and exhausted, his sword held tightly in a white-knuckled grip, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He doesn't respond to Aegon's comment, his eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the conqueror. It's clear that he's pushing himself to his physical limit, driven by his determination to protect you.

As soon as you step between them, they immediately stop, both men panting and breathless, their eyes fixed on you as you stand in their path. Aegon's expression is one of mild surprise, mixed with irritation, as if annoyed that you've interfered.

"What...what are you doing? Get out of the way." He almost snaps, his breathing still ragged, his sword still clenched, even as he speaks.

When you don’t move, Aegon pushes you out of the way, causing you to fall.

When Aegon pushes you out of the way, it sparks something within Leto. Seeing you pushed aside like that ignites a fire in his eyes, his expression shifting to one of anger and protective fury, his knuckles white from his grip on the sword.

"Don't...don't you touch her!"He almost roars, lunging at Aegon, his sword swinging with unexpected fervor, as if he's filled with a new level of determination.

The fight goes on for only a bit longer when one of Aegon’s sister wives, Visenya, makes her way near the three of you on Vhagar.

Once she gets off of Vhagar and begins to figure out what is going on, she tells Aegon to leave the two of you alone.

Aegon's expression shifts to surprise initially when he spots his sister-wife Visenya, but that quickly turns to irritation and annoyance, clearly irritated at the fact that she's interfering.

"Oh for...Visenya, stay out of this! This is my business, not yours!"He almost snarls, clearly not happy at her sudden appearance, but there's also a hint of reluctance in his expression, as if he recognizes that Visenya wields a certain level of authority over him, and he can't outright defy her.

Visenya, meanwhile, is as stoic and composed as ever, her eyes fixed on Aegon, her expression unwavering. She speaks in her usual calm, authoritative voice.

"This business has become mine, dear brother. You will stop this immediately."She almost commands, her tone firm and unyielding, her dragon, Vhagar, looming over them, almost as if adding weight to her words.

Aegon looks at Visenya for a moment, irritation and reluctance flickering in his eyes. He clearly doesn't want to back down, but he also knows better than to defy his sister, especially with Vhagar looming over them. He glares at Leto and you for a moment, before letting out a deep, irritated sigh.

"Fine. I'll leave..."He almost mutters, his voice filled with irritation and grudging acceptance, his eyes flickering to Visenya one last time before he turns and stalks off, his head held high.

You smile at your cousin. “Visenya, how can I ever thank you?”

Visenya turns to look at you, her expression remaining as stoic and calm as ever, but there's a hint of a knowing smile in her eyes.

"There's no need for thanks, my dear cousin. I only stepped in because this had gone too far. I know how stubborn and willful my brother can be." She almost chuckles, the hint of a smirk on her lips, her gaze flickering to where Aegon had stalked away.

Visenya casts a reassuring glance at both you and Leto, her expression almost motherly and comforting, her words gentle and sincere.

"You won't have to worry about him again. I'll make sure of it. You have my word." She almost smiles, before turning to mount her dragon, Vhagar, readying herself to take off.

After the both of you waving goodbye, Leto looks at you with a smile on his face.

“Time to give the Duchess of Caladan a tour of her new home.”

[rhaenyra-first-of-her-name]

Somebody send me recs about Team Black please.

[viscardiac]

The pretty girl genes

My personal headcanon/fav wack theory is that the families with magic in their blood, like the Targaryen or the Stark, often have two phenotypes. The bulky phenotype and the pretty girl phenotype. I don't say this in a gendered sense, just as a general aesthetic. The pretty girl parts of the family are usually softer in aspect, and have those fairytale airs about them. The bulky parts on the other hand are the people that will scare you off based on appearance alone. It's not the sneer in their face or the wildness of their demeanor, it's just that they look like they could really fuck you up.

For the Targaryen, the pretty girl genes are dominant. You rarely ever get some dude like Maegor who was just massive all around. I mean. Aegon The Conqueror was just some anime twink. Look at this guy.

This isn't some dude you'd wanna cross the street to avoid. He's really just some twink. And most of the Targaryens are Like That. Maegor is one of the few exceptions, and I'm going to put in Maelys Blackfyre in that category too, but take at some of the most feared ones for having their heads up their asses like Aerion the Bright, or crazy Aerys.

Aerion is pretty even being punched in the face.

Aerys always looks like he's constipated anyways but he's still built like a pretty girl. You get exceptions that pop up once in a lifetime when the stars and planets align and someone manages to get the bulky genes from both sides.

Now, for the Stark, and i'm probably guessing the north in general, considering they come from a different lineage/ethnicity altogether, have some different shit going on. The Targaryen got, from outsiders to the house, andal blood (Arryn, Martell [rhoynar too, in this case]). In theory, the Dayne were of the first men, but with the andal invasion, there's likely been a lot of mix up, and the same is to be said of the Blackwood and the Hightower. The only arguably more direct line (though i doubt they haven't really married with other andal houses too) are the Baratheon. ...The Velaryon hadn't as much self imposed restrictions for marriage as the Targaryen did, so there's probably one shit ton of outside marriages for them too. I can be very wrong about all this bc it's pretty hard to track when we don't have all that much info on family trees, but honestly i don't care, this is my wack theory and you'll bear with me. The Targaryen are fairly easier to track because of the, yknow, whole incest business.

The north doesn't really get on with outsiders, though. They pretty much stay there, doing their thing, trying very hard not to stick themselves in all this court bullshit. For the Stark line, mostly only the daughters married people from the outside, meaning they don't partake in the main line, and are instead accounted for in other family trees. The women who weren't northeners are Blackwoods, who have, though likely joined with andals on the long run, a first men origin, and one Catelyn Tully, who has this same claim to her bloodline. I don't count the Manderly as outsiders, seeing as they, as the Stark and most if not all of the north, a claim to the first men origin.

Now, the Starks often seem to be the imposing, bulky type that we don't really see all that often with the Targaryen. They all mostly seem tall and imposing from the accounts we have. We'll say for this purpose, the pretty girl genes are actually recessive for them. The only two described Stark women that aren't Catelyn's Arya or Sansa are Alarra Stark, who was described by her father as "as sweet to look upon as any southron lady", and Lyanna, The Lyanna. Lyanna wasn't described to be beautiful in the same way that Elia was, being wild and slim where Elia was delicate. I am a firm believer of pretty girl Lyanna -- though, yes, i don't think she was pretty in the same manner as ladies from other ethnicities were, all pretty girls, but different brand of pretty girl. North pretty girl is wilder and all that.

And then we get to what for me is the funny part. I know, I know, not all of us like or are into the R+L=J theory, but I do, and since this is my post only my opinion matters. Whatever was the nature of the relationship between them, we get lil pretty Jon. Jon always gets described as pretty. He's prettier than daughters, he gets confused for a girl a time or two if i remember it right, and in comparison to what Robb looks like, Tully features aside, he looks way softer. This doesn't seem to have been a problem Ned Stark had, from what was told so far, to have been to pretty it became annoying.

Rhaegar, however, was never really different from what a Targaryen man was expected to look like. People already expected them to look pretty and soft and graceful and stare into the distance after something no one else could understand.

What I'm saying is that Jon managed to snag TWO DIFFERENT TYPES OF PRETTY GIRL. That's why he's Like That.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[yennefersbody]

VISENYA TARGARYEN X SHARRA ARRYN;

my heart is aching,

my breath, you've taken

i’ll leave that, just want a taste

don't you leave me this way

don't make me beg for you

for @danytheestallion 🤍

[novaursa]

you could do a the conquerors x brother reader

The Last of Valyria

Requests are closed!

- Summary: You bind yourself to your siblings in a tradition of the Old Valyria.

- Pairing: brother!reader/The Conquerors

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @literaturedog

The day of your union dawns with the pale light of morning spilling over Dragonstone, the island fortress that has been your home since you were a boy. The sea roars below the cliffs, the winds carrying with them the ancient whispers of your ancestors. Today, the blood of Old Valyria will be honored once more, and the traditions of your people will bind you, Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya together in a way that no other bond ever could.

You stand in the chamber, dressed in the finest black and red robes, the colors of your House. Gold threads, like the flames of a dragon, weave through the fabric, shimmering with each movement. Your mind races as you prepare for the ceremony, the weight of what is to come pressing down on your chest. The air smells of salt and fire, as it always does here on Dragonstone, but today there is something more—a sense of destiny, of ancient power stirring.

Aegon is already there, standing tall and regal in his ceremonial armor, his face as unreadable as ever, yet the flicker of pride in his violet eyes is unmistakable. He is the eldest, the one who has led you and your sisters through every trial, and today, he will be the one to unite you all under the old ways. His long silver hair falls like a cascade down his back, the crown of Valyrian steel atop his head glinting in the light of the braziers.

Visenya stands by his side, her sharp, fierce beauty reflected in the cold steel of Dark Sister strapped to her hip. She exudes strength, her presence as commanding as it is magnetic. Her eyes meet yours, and there is a spark there, a silent promise that no matter what the world throws at you, she will be by your side. She, like you, knows the weight of duty. She has never flinched from it, and neither will you.

And then there is Rhaenys. Radiant, wild, and full of life. She wears her joy like a flame, uncontained and bright. Her pale hair falls in soft waves down her shoulders, and her gown of red and gold clings to her lithe frame like a second skin. There is a lightness to her that neither you nor Visenya share, and it is she who makes your heart race when she smiles at you.

The four of you stand before the altar, carved from obsidian, etched with Valyrian runes so old you can scarcely read them. The ancient priest speaks in High Valyrian, the words rolling off his tongue like dragonfire. They are words of power, words that connect you not just to your siblings but to the blood of the dragons, to the empire that once ruled the known world. Your blood, their blood, the blood of Old Valyria.

You step forward first, as is tradition for the youngest, your heart pounding as you take Visenya’s hand. Her skin is warm, her grip firm, as she looks into your eyes with a fierce pride. The priest ties a strip of crimson silk around your wrists, binding you together.

"Blood of the dragon will not die," he chants in High Valyrian. You repeat the words, your voice steady, unflinching, as your fate is sealed with hers.

Next, you turn to Rhaenys, and her eyes glitter with a warmth that melts away the weight of the moment for just a breath. She grasps your hand eagerly, and when the silk is tied, her fingers brush against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. "Serve the dragons," she whispers. The words linger in the air between you as you repeat them, knowing that in this union, there is not just duty but love, desire, and the promise of a shared future.

Finally, you face Aegon. He places a hand on your shoulder, and there is something in his gaze that speaks of more than just brotherhood. He is your king, your elder, but more than that, he is the one who has always understood you, even when no one else could. The priest binds your wrists together, the silk a final reminder of the blood you share, and you look into Aegon’s eyes, the two of you bound not just by blood but by fate.

"We are the last of Valyria," Aegon says, his voice low, resonant. You repeat the words, knowing that they are both a promise and a vow, a reminder that you are all that remains of a shattered empire, and together, you will rebuild it, stronger than ever before.

The ritual ends with the four of you standing together, wrists still bound, the weight of your shared destiny settling over you like a cloak. The priest’s voice fades into the background as you step closer, the bonds between you now more than just symbolic. You feel the warmth of Visenya’s hand, the lightness of Rhaenys’ touch, the steady strength of Aegon’s presence, and you know that no matter what the future holds, you will face it together.

As the wind howls outside and the dragons roar in the distance, you share a final glance with your siblings, and in that moment, there is no doubt. You are the blood of the dragon, united in fire and blood. Nothing, not even the gods themselves, will stand in your way.

[annagehtdichnenkeksan]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚

part 5 (sorry, English is not my main Language)

Aemond returned to Kings Landing, leaving a relieved Visenya behind. But the relaxed feeling fade, when the white haired girl thinks about her wedding in three months. The maids already planning her departure and prepare the dresses she will wear, dressmakers work day and night on her wedding dress and Rhaena had to dissuade Baela from making the dress black. No mean signs. Visenya want it in a light, soft purple, like one o her eyes. A bright, friendly color without any evil ulterior motives. Oh may these three months never pass.

Of course they had to pass. Visenya could strangle the king, for writing to her every day and send her his manipulative presents. How wonderful it would have been if she could forgotten her soon to be wedding for a moment. Now she walks through the long hallways of the Red Keep, flanked by her sisters. The king will greet them in the throne room. Sitting on her mother's throne. Rhaena pats her hand and put a little kiss on it when they get announces. The doors swing open and Visenya was exposed to hundred of eyes. Squeezing Rhaena's hand, the young girl walks forward to the throne. Instead looking to the king, Visenya pays more attention to everything else, as if she could escape from this situation if she just keeps it up. In front of the iron throne, the three woman kneel.

A hand in front of her face, makes her to grit her teeth. 'Be brave Visenya'. She takes his hand and sprightly stand up to face him, only to realize that he looks even scarier with the crown on top of his head. "I welcome you to your new home" Aemonds soft spoken words and the warm smile, made Visenya shiver. The court cheers, much to her discomfort. The men's watchful eyes in particular frighten her. The same expression was many times in Aemond's eyes. His lips caress her small hand and it seems that he almost enjoy's it.

He will never get tired of kissing her soft hands. While he covers her hand with deeply meant kisses, his head spins a picture of her, laying on the bed, her hair spread out like a fan around her noble face, wearing nothing except his passionate kisses. He will make sure that this daydream will be their wedding night.

@blackswxnn

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Visenya x fem reader smut

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Visenya Targaryen x niece!Reader

summary: Visenya needs someone totally the opposite of Aegon, not only in mannerism but other aspects as well.

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings: Smut, Angst, spanking, fingering, pussy eating, sex toys, sixty nine, masturbation, a little blood tasting

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

"My queen, the bath is ready" You spoke steadily, although you were new in Queen Visenya's service you had heard from the other handmaidens that she was not cruel like many said, she was merely indifferent.

"Yes, thank you" She barely spared you a glance before turning back to her book, she folded the edge of the page before closing it and placing it beside her now empty cup of wine.

"Where is Maegor?" She asked. She stood up turning to face you. You moved over to her so you can begin the process of undressing her.

"He has been put to bed a while back, my queen" You answered. You unlaced the dress making sure not to touch any of the skin on her back although you longed to. No one knew of your fascination with women except one person, your older sister who swore to keep it a secret in exchange that you keep the fact that she had lost her maidenhead to a servant instead of her fool of a husband.

"Tell me, which house were you from again?" Visenya asked, once her dress and corset were fully off leaving her completely bare in front of you. You gulped feeling heat crawling under your skin. Your heart picked up in speed when she turned around to face you with her breasts and cunt fully showing. It took a great amount of self control on your part to turn your gaze to look in her eyes instead.

"C-Caswell, your grace, I come from the Reach" You stuttered. Your cheeks must have looked like two red apples. The queen's lips twitched at the side as if she was trying to suppress a smile, she let out a low hum sending shivers down your spine.

"Help me bathe" She ordered. There was no way you could argue against the queen, neither her tone or station left any argument in you. Your eyes widened as she turned away and strutted over to the wooden tub filled almost to the brim with literally boiling water. Your eyes watched as her behind jiggled slightly with each step.

"Wait my queen, you will burn yours-" The words died in your mouth when she put her leg in followed by the other. She sank down with a satisfied sigh. She leaned back and let her arms rest on each side of the tub. She turned to look at you with a smirk almost looking like one a person would wear after a victory.

"You were saying?" She teased. You bit your lip to prevent the whimper stuck in your throat fighting to come through. You silently moved to kneel on the floor behind her to begin your work. You pulled up your sleeves and reached over to get your hands wet so you can wash her hair but her hand shot up to stop yours. Her dry skin felt heavenly on yours. You gasped shocked, leaning back scared that you had done something wrong.

"You will burn yourself" She teases smirking. You sighed in relied seeing her playful gesture. Her eyes trailed down your face and your arm until pausing on the area her skin touched yours. She slowly loosened her grip but did not move her hand away. The ghost of a touch left between you two made you knees weaken, you had always admired the warrior queen. You felt yourself growing wet from the simple touch, your thighs tensed but you did not dare shift.

"Us Targaryens are more immune to heat, including water, weather or fire" Visenya explained. Her eyes trailed back up your arm to your face. Her hand fell down into the water making it splash. Some of it got onto your arm still stretched in front of you. You yelped feeling the hot water on your skin, not a huge amount, not enough to harm you. Visenya laughed at your reaction, face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted a little.

"Fetch some oils for the bath, maybe some lavender smelling ones this time" Visenya grinned seeing your eyes wander down to her breasts covered by only water. You nodded your head and got up from the floor. You moved to the other side of the room where she kept her oils and perfumes. You picked up a bottle with a single lavender attached to it as an indication to what was inside of it.

You moved back over to the tub, heart hammering in your chest once you realised she was watching your every move. You paused at the foot of the tup and opened the bottle. you slowly emptied it into the water. You gasped lowly when Visenya raised her leg showing from the water showing up to her thigh.

"Be a dear and wash me" She smirked, she rested her foot on the wooden edge. Your eyes snapped from her leg to her face cursing yourself for being the way you are, for the way your heart hammered in your chest, for the way your cunt drooled at the mere sight of her flesh.

"Yes my queen" You obediently moved to grab the wash cloth and soap bar smelling of roses from the table beside the tub. You moved to wet the wash cloth but froze inches away from the water.

"The water has cooled. do not be afraid. I would not intentionally hurt you" Visenya assured you. You nodded with a small smiled. Your hand slowly dipped down into the water with the wash cloth, the water was still very hot and stung a little but it was nowhere near as hot as earlier when she first got into it.

You rubbed the soap bar onto the now wet wash cloth, the friction caused the soap to dissolve. Before you can move Visenya raised her leg for you to hold, wiggling her toes as of inviting you to touch her. Your heart jumped o your throat when your skin made contact with hers. you held her leg around the calf area and moved to rub the cloth against her foot before slowly moving further up.

"Higher" She ordered when you paused by her knee. You took a deep breath before continuing to smother her skin with soap.

"How old are you?" She asked once you reached mid thigh. Your eyes snapped from her thigh to her face.

"Ten and nine, my queen" You responded shakily. She smirked nodding satisfied. Your eyes snapped to her thigh when you felt her fingers touch your own, her hand slithered up like a snake until it was wrapped around your wrist, she pulled at your hand urging you to move it closer.

You obeyed and let her lead your hand. Your whole body froze, the hand holding her calf let it go making it fall back into the water with a splash, the other holding washcloth let it go into the water disappearing from sight. Your whole body shook as if you had been struck by lightening when you fingers made contact with the skin just beside her cunt.

"Be a dear and clean me...with your hand" She instructed. Your heart was beating so fast you almost suspected it had left your body and went on a ride on a dragon.

"H-How, my queen?" You asked, your cheeks felt like they were on fire.

"One finger inside, you have to clean it from the inside out" She answered. You closed your hand into a fist except your pointed finger.

Your finger skimmed over her lips trying to get her used to your touch first before you do anything. She sighed relieved, she let go of your wrist and leaned back again opening her legs in the water, knees up and heels braced against the floor.

Now with full access except sight you moved your finger up and down her slit, it was hard in the water to detect if she was wet from the bath or need. Your eyes locked with her own, purple irises darkened with lust. She bit her lip s you pushed your finger inside of her slowly.

"Like this?" You asked, feigning innocence. Your finger curled to touch her warm wall. Her head fell back slightly, eyes growing slightly heavy, it has been so long since she was touched by another being, she had only her own fingers and a fake coke made out of wood.

"More" she hissed through her teeth. You pushed a second finger in wanting to please your queen. She groaned at the feeling of a second finger inside of her cunt. Your smirked sneakily as you massaged her walls earning back breathy moans.

"You now what you are doing, do you not?" She raised her head again to look at you with a smirk of her own. You moves your fingers out of her but then pushed them all the way back inside until they were knuckles deep inside of her. Her thighs quivered with need.

"Oh yes" You giggled. One of her hands moved to knead her breast in rhythm with your thrusts. Her breathing grew more shallow aa time passed. Your thighs unconsciously began rubbing together trying to cause any kind of friction.

"Fuck" Her head fell back again. Her hips stuttered trying to move in rhythm with your hand. You moved your other hand into the water in search of her pearl and finding it easily, after all you had the same body parts as her and knew what to do.

"Oh yes fuck" She moaned loudly. One of her hands snapped around your wrist urging you to rub her clit faster. Water splashed around you two but neither of you cared. Your fingers kept moving in and out of her in a brutal pace, curling once in and uncurling once out.

"Do not stop" She cried. Her hand holding her breast snapped to your head, holding her hair in a fist needing an anchor. You moaned at the feeling of her nails digging into your skin.

"Cum, my queen" As if on command her voice grew high pitched before completely disappearing and only small gasps fell from her lips, her back arched and you felt a gush through the water pushing your fingers out of her but your movement on her clit did not pause for a second until her hand was literally pushing yours away.

"Fuck, you are good" She heaved as she came back down from her high. Her head lulled back forward, body relaxing again into the water.

"Even Aegon did not manage to make me squirt" She chuckled, shaking her head as if disappointed but the smile on her face said otherwise.

"Anything else my queen?" You asked, desperate to leave to your own room and get yourself off. The sight of her cumming on your fingers will be enough to make you cum for a century forward. You probably would never forget this day ever in your life, even when you marry and have to be fucked by some fool, you will probably touch yourself to the thought of her when he falls dead asleep by your side after failing to make you even wet let alone orgasm.

"Lie on the bed" She ordered. Your eyes widened in shock and your body tensed in shock.

"My queen?" You tilted your head to side, you looked so adorable, you reminded Visenya of a confused puppy.

"On the bed pup" She pointed with her finger on the bed. Her other hand moved out of your locks to your cheek tapping it gently to move your gaze in the direction of the bed. You stood up from the floor as if possessed and moved towards the bed.

"Undress first" Her voice made you pause a couple of steps away from the tub. With your back to her you obeyed, fingers shaking with anticipation as they reached behind you to the knot holding the laces together and undid it. Your fingers burned slightly as you scrambled to pull the laces apart and pulled your dress off and letting it pool down around your feet in a heap unlike Visenya's own dress which you had placed in the basket by the tub for it to be washed.

"Everything" Her voice snapped you out of your trance of staring at the bed. Your linen followed your dress shortly after.

"Lay belly down" You heard her moving out of the tub, water splashing with her movement. Your knees buckled beneath you but you managed to keep yourself upright and moved shakily to the bed.

The second your knee made contact with the bed a sharp slap came to your behind. You yelped shocked and looked over your shoulder to a smirking Visenya, she raised her eyebrow teasingly when your eyes met. You blushed harder at the feeling of her hand on your behind again earning another yelp.

"Come on" She pushed you gently. Your placed your hands neatly on the bed and rested your head on them, cheek resting on the back of your hand.

"I have wanted to do this from the moment your walked into my chambers months ago" Visenya leaned her body on top of yours until her breasts brushed against your back, her legs prying yours open and her lips touched your ear.

"I wonder though, why did your family send you to me as a handmaiden? What did you do to deserve such a role so unbefitting of your house? You be at least my lady in waiting" You gulped remembering your mother and father. How disgusted they were with you.

"I-I made a mistake" You whimpered. Her fingers trailed slowly up your thigh causing goosebumps to litter your skin. Her fingers skimmed the inside of your thigh and up to your wet cunt. Her finger teased up and down your slit gather your wetness. You looked at her over your shoulder to find her licking her fingers, moaning at the taste of you.

"What mistake?" She asked curiously. You sighed feeling her rub herself against you from behind, impatient to feel your touch again.

"My sister lied by telling them I was in love with a stable boy when in fact she caught me pleasuring a maid and the maid pleasuring me back" You answered. Visenya rolled off of you to face you.

"How so?" She asked curiously. You slowly sat up and rested your hands on your thighs once sat on your knees.

"Her head between my legs and mine her own" You whispered, cheeks flushing at the reminder. There was no love between you and the maid, merely a coincidence in the preference of females over males and pure pleasure.

"Show me how" She ordered eagerly. You pulled her to sit up before laying back yourself.

"Place your cunt on my face" You explained. She climbed eagerly, her knees rested on each side of your head but she did not push her cunt. You placed your hands on her thigh pushing down eager to taste her on your tongue. You never imagined a moment like this would ever happen.

She lowered herself cautious to not suffocate you. Her body froze at the feeling of your tongue licking up and down her strip, making sure she was wet. She tasted heavenly, she tasted so sweet and you can find yourself getting addicted to her taste.

You jumped when she shifted and eagerly placed a kiss o your clit, eager to return the favour already. She hummed against your hole as you prodded at her hole with your tongue. Your hands moved from her thighs up to her behind, spreading her cheeks for better access.

"Oh gods" Her words were muffled by your cunt. A moan broke through your throat at the vibrations the hot through your body with her words. You moved a finger to assist you with pleasuring her.

You pushed the finger inside of her tight hole, walls tightening around the digit. She seemed to mimic you and also pushed a finger inside of you slowly. Your hips buckled up wanted more.

"My queen" You pulled your lips away from her moaning but your finger did not stop moving in and out of her. You could feel your orgasm building already. She slurped cheekily making your throw your head back, eyes screwed shut. A cry fell from your lips as her tongue toyed with your clit.

"Cumming you warned" Crying breathlessly. Your attached your lips to her won clit wanted to return the favour. She cried against you, grinding her hips down cutting any air from reaching you. Your eyes rolled back with please, your body shaking with each wave of pleasure, your orgasm moving through your body like the waves of an angry sea.

The lack of air only served as pure pleasure for you, hips bucking up growing addicted to the overstimulation. Your hand on her behind squeezed hard wanting to keep her in place.

"Shit" Her knees shock on each side of your head as she came. She pulled away from your cunt, her hands flat on the mattress, her elbows shook with her pleasure. Her head hang as of the muscles in her neck ceased to work. Her lips let her loud cries of pleasure roll out shamelessly.

"Oh yes" She rolled back and forth riding through her orgasm. Her hips jerked away unable to take much more from you. You took huge gulps of air as she rolled to lay by your side. Both of you panting as you came down from your highs.

Although she had came after you she seemed to compose herself faster and moved off the bed. Your eyes remained on the ceiling where Visenya had tree dragons drawn on it, Balerion, Vaghar and Merexas flying side by side. You jumped at the feeling of something smooth gently touching your thigh. You looked down to find a piece of wood that resembled a male genital.

"Did you think I was done with you?" Visenya asked. She moved to pry your knees apart and settled in between on her kness.

"My queen?" Before your could finish a gasp fell from your lips as she let the tip rub up and down your slit.

"My queen, nothing more than a tongue or fingers has been inside of me" You warned somewhat afraid. Her eyes snapped up to look at you noticing your reaction.

"You mean I get to defile you? I get to take your maidenhead?" She smirked. She leaned down and to your surprise claim your lips into a searing kiss. Your eyes rolled back at the taste of yourself on her tongue that pushed through your lips and into your mouth.

Your hands grabbed at her sides feeling her ups. You were terrified of having a cock inside of you but she was so gentle, she was so nice to you. Her lips were so soft, the orgasm she pulled out of you was mind blowing.

"If you allow me I will be very gentle" She promised against your lips. You were panting almost like a dog. Her hand moved up and down your side trying to calm you down.

"Only if you hold me close" You whimpered when she rubbed the toy against you again.

"Alright" She braced herself on top you. Her eyes never leaving yours as she slowly pushed the fake cock inside of you. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell in a silent scream.

"Shhh shhh, dear one" She whispered so gently. She leaned down to kiss your forehead, showing her pride, she was ver proud of you.

"My brave girl, taking a cock so well" You whined at her words, hips bucking up. She smirked moving to pull the cock all the way out and moved back on her hinges. She held it up showing you your blood coating the wood.

"All done" She kissed the tip of the cock before pushing it back inside of you. Your eyes darkened at the sight of your of maidenhead's blood on her lips. Her tongue darted out to lick it before going back inside of her mouth. She moaned at the metallic taste mixed with your arousal.

"Good girl" She praised. She pulled and pushed the cock, in and out. Your back arched off the bed when she pushed it in a certain angle. She smirked at your reaction. She placed her hand flat on your stomach to push you back down.

"Oh please" You cried feeling your body burning from the inside out. Her hand slid down to your lower belly and pushed down carefully.

"Gods!" Your literally screamed. She laughed at your reaction and resumed to put pressure on the area for a couple more minutes before hand resumed its journey down to touch your pearl.

"Please ... please .... please .... more" You begged. Your heart was soaring. Eyes closed in pure ecstasy. You can die like this fully satisfied with her touching you like this. You were ready to be here slave, what were you thinking? You already were her slave.

"Open your eyes" She demanded. You did as told to find her back on top of you.

"Cum for me" She ordered. The cock moved in and out of you at an impossible rhythm, she was an expert from doing this on herself. Her hand on your clit sadly had moved to hold her weight up.

"Touch your clit" She whispered. One of your hands trailed down to do as ordered. Unable to hold yourself anymore your other moved to grope her breast. She whined a little but not more, her smirk widened at the sight of the hunger in your eyes.

"Want to suckle on my breast as you cum?" She asked. Your eyes widened in shock, body growing wetter at the idea.

"Yes, please y queen" You moaned. She moved higher up giving you her breast. Your lips latched faster than she can comprehend.

"Fuck" She cried as your sucked. Your hips stuttered in total shock as your orgasm came crashing down on you, your fingers worked your clit furiously prolong the pleasure. Visenya moved the cock out of your cunt and moved it to rub her own hole, smearing your wetness on herself.

"I am going to fuck myself with the cock now and if you dare to stop sucking my breast I will punish you, is that understood sweet girl?" She asked, pulling away to look down at you. you hand moved away from your clit and you pulled it up to push your fingers inside of your mouth and sucked them clean before pulling them out.

"I seem to be in desperate need to suck on something my queen, my fingers did not suffice" You smirked as your words. She chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips, sucking on your tongue.

"Good" She held her breast in her hand over your lips and you opened them welcoming her in happily. She moaned as she pushed the cock inside of herself slowly.

"Fucking gods" She moaned. Fuck Aegon, fuck Rhaenys, they can keep fucking each other, you were not even the one pleasuring her hole but it felt a million times better than when Aegon did try to pleasure her.

"So good" She babbled on to of you furiously pushing the cock in and our, eager to cum, eager to feel pleasure, she had grown so very turned on at the sight of you cumming.

Visenya made her decision right and there as your tongue circled her nipple to not leave her room for the next decade or so, to keep fucking you with no pause, a feat women had unlike men, to fuck you on each and ever surface.

Her chest heaved as her orgasm approached. She grew warmer and warmer as images filled her head of you bent over her desk and her pleasuring you with her fingers or maybe the cock, or even if she were to find a cock that she can attach to herself somehow and fuck you like a man would, thrusting in and out of you.

"I am cumming" She whimpered. Your suckling grew harsher helping her grow closer and closer.

Then she would fuck you on her balcony when Aegon would come to visit Dragonstone to see her and Maegor, his own flesh and blood. Maybe even make him join you two although their relationship was not the best lately. She will make him sit down and watch as you ate her cunt and then she ate yours. refusing him her, your and his own touch until he burst in his trousers like some teenager.

"Fucking hells" She cried as her walls clenched around the cock, cumming so intensely white was all she could see for a hot minute.

Then she would make you kneel in front of her as she leaned against the wall and make you pleasure her with your mouth and fingers. She had so many ideas she wanted to live with you through, so many pleasures to explore, maybe even in the bath, rubbing your cunts on one another, making your pearls meet until continuation.

"That was amazing"

"Yes it was my queen"

Taglist: @papichulo120627 @melaena-the-reborn @seulbeomie

[amisa-k]

visenya targaryen x fem!reader

visenya is strict and tough. even her beauty is harsh. there are only a few people who have seen her smile, and not so often. but when you are alone, she does not spare a smile for you.

her strong arms, used to holding a sword, rest on your waist as you sit on her lap. visenya kisses your neck wetly but tenderly, leaving no marks. her hot breath tickles your skin and if you weren't sitting on her lap, you probably wouldn't be able to stay on your feet. you dig your fingers into her shoulders, trying to hold yourself in place and pull her closer at the same time. she lightly bites your neck - where the pulse beats - and you let out a ragged sigh. one of her hands moves from your waist to your chest. she covers it with her palm and squeezes it lightly and when her fingers rub your nipple through the fabric of the dress you can't help but moan.

there is a knock on the door and you shudder from surprise, and visenya reluctantly raises her head and looks at you.

- it must be something important, because I ordered no one to disturb us. later we will continue where we took a pause.

you feel how tightly the knot in your stomach twists from her gentle but commanding tone. disappointment fills you, but you know that she will return and compensate for everything tenfold.

[kingcunny]

🔥 I just want to hear more about the Daemon/Viserys lore.

of course <3 always happy to talk about the blowjob brothers

i tried to make this make sense but i think its still fairly disjointed... sowwy

tldr: what if the incest grooming was GAY

alyssa was groomed by alysanne into believing she was Made for baelon. alysanne was groomed into believing she was Made for jaehaerys. viserys wouldve been raised with that same idea that your younger sister is your god given right. that targaryen brother/sister marriages are the sacred targaryen ideal. just like his parents were. like his grandparents were.

viserys doesnt have a younger sister. but he does have daemon. and since their mother is dead and baelon refuses to remarry, thats the closest hell ever get. viserys would believe that even though daemon isnt a girl, he was still Made for him. still Belongs to him in that same way. and after alyssa dies, he steps into the role of daemons mother (cause even though baelon loves his sons, raising children is a Womans role. and now viserys is doing that boymom emotional incest on top of the targ incest) and grooms him in the same way he was groomed, that alyssa was groomed, that alysanne was groomed. so daemon gets raised believing he was supposed to be viserys wife, that if either of them had been a girl that they wouldve been the ultimate targaryen brother/sister power couple. maybe even believes that he 'failed' viserys in a way by not being a girl. they Should have been together. but they cant be, because theyre both boys.

except they arent exactly. they both have a weird gender fuckery going on that makes it hard for them to fit into the roles assigned to them by society. (viserys is a boygirl, daemon is a girlboy. no i wont elaborate) (yes i will. viserys is the antithesis of what a Man is supposed to be, daemon has 'second sons are faildaughters' syndrome) targaryens are constantly trying to recreate the previous generations, but there isnt a dynamic that fits them exactly. they arent rivals. they arent the warrior brothers that their father and uncle were. (who, to be fair, were also fucking) so they twist themselves into the only dynamic they see left, that they are lovers. viserys specifically falls deep into this. he sees daemon pursing anyone outside of him as a threat to their relationship. cause if daemon isnt his sondaughterbrotherwife, what is he? what are THEY? targaryens dont have normal sibling relationships, they are coupled up from birth. they have to be a couple, its the only way for them to make sense of their love for each other.

its fine for viserys to get into relationships outside of daemon, because hes the eldest son and has a duty to have heirs and continue the family line. its just bad luck he cant have those children with daemon, so he must look elsewhere. but daemon doesnt have that same expectation, to viserys, so daemon should be loyal to him. even if viserys isnt 'loyal' to daemon.

and its that grooming and viserys hold on daemon without fully letting him in that makes daemon go after rhaenyra. if he belonged to viserys because he was his younger 'sister' then certainly rhaenyra should belong to him in that same way. if viserys wont have him (atleast in the way daemon wants to be had) then his brothers daughter is the closest he can get. the closest he can get to viserys in a targaryen-socially acceptable way. but daemon doesnt take into account just how selfish viserys is. that to viserys, this is daemon breaking their arrangement. daemon and rhaenyra both belong to Him, not each other.

i hinted at it above but couldnt really fit it in, but theres also an aspect of an oedipus complex between them. viserys was too much of a girl to be the son that alyssa wanted, so when she had daemon she put all her attention into him. and daemon just happens to grow into the perfect mini alyssa. viserys would see daemon as his chance to gain the affection he was denied from his mother. while daemon was only four when alyssa died, and doesnt really remember her. viserys is the one that raised him. the one that made sure he was fed and bathed and clothed. the one that comforted him and held him. viserys is the only mother he can remember. and he wants his mother to Love him. in the only way he knows how to express love.