#X. the bonebreaker ( harwin )

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Harwin Strong tag drop

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SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK!!! Something that's been plaguing my mind is harwin x male!targ!reader (viserys and daemon's younger brother)

Maybe some headcanons for these two? With some smutty smut with harwin on the receiving end of it please?👉🏻👈🏻

Maybe even them doing the deed on nana vhagar's back...

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Harwin Strong being your secret lover- headcannons. // Male!reader.

A/N: NSFW, kind of short. You find out who's the buttom, hihi. Btw! I have missed you 🐉, there will be a 3rd part of Zālagon and Vaghar👀

Being a little younger than Harwin and let him use that excuse to watch your back all day.

Make up any excuse to keep your brother Viserys from sending you out of the capital. You could have arduous tasks like listening to the king's dull council meetings, the endless petitions of the people, or the repetitive visits of other lords to the court. It was all worth it when you turned your eyes to the corner where Harwin stood, and back he looked at you.

You met him the first time his father Lyonel brought him to the castle to take his place at court. You were still a teenager when he dismounted his horse with his charming smile. He took no notice of you, but you wandered the castle, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him.

It didn't take him long to challenge your brother Daemon's prowess. And out of respect, he let him win, but it hurt Daemon's ego quite a bit and cut a wound on his hand out of anger.

You offered to heal his cut, and there he finally saw you.

Sitting inside the armoury, in the dim light from the window, you heard him speak in his deep, gravelly voice.

"You are a gentle man."

Those words made you blush, and his look of affection brought a smile so genuine that it changed something in Harwin's heart.

He stopped to talk to you at every crossroads where he met you. He didn't care if he was accompanied by anyone or if you were accompanied.

The shame drained from you, and though your heart throbbed hard at the sight of him, it was routine to make him smile, to treat his wounds, and to let him speak tender words to you.

He taught you how to handle a sword.

You taught him to speak to a dragon.

Viserys was totally blind to your love for him, so any excuse to be with him seemed harmless, pure brotherhood, and he liked knowing you wanted to learn from a great knight like Harwin.

Daemon was fully aware of your love for him, so any excuse to be with him seemed like fun. It brought out your Targaryen side and he helped you create situations to end up alone with Harwin.

Ser Lyonel was aware as soon as he saw the two of you together. Never before had he seen his eldest son so happy with another... friend.

Larys was the first to tell Harwin. He heard the rumours of your pining for the knight, and in an attempt to separate you, he sought to make him uncomfortable, telling him of the times you'd wandered the castle in search of him, the times you'd mentioned your love to Daemon or...the times the maids had changed your sheets because you'd spent the night thinking of him, whispering his name.

Nothing and at the same time everything changed for Harwin. He became more aware of you if that was even possible.

It was he who kissed you first. In the same place where you had healed his wound the first time he came across you.

He couldn't go a day without giving you a kiss since then.

He loves the back of your neck, where he always has easy access during training.

You kissed his chin, where you can reach him most easily, and watch from there as he blushes, trying to hold back the urge to lower his face to kiss you one more time.

You had to show him the secret way to your room.

He learned it on the third try.

You had to rescue him the first and second time you agreed to meet.

Those two times, you almost slept in the recesses of the castle, for there was so little sense of privacy that you could not tear yourselves away from each other.

The smell of your bed always cheered the Bonebreaker's heart.

You preferred the smell of his sweat, so masculine and warm.

Everyone watched from the sidelines as the two of you sparred in training, the great Harwin against the gentlest of the Targaryen brothers. In private, there were never weapons, only affection and caresses.

Harwin would let you braid his hair in little disguised plaits.

He'd deposit hickeys on your neck, knowing you were used to wearing collars and shirts.

His attempt at Valyrian made you laugh.

Your attempt with the sword made him laugh.

Watching him fight someone, with those grunts and the little smile of victory made you burn inside, you felt yourself grow and you couldn't wait to have him all to yourself again.

When you spoke to your dragon Vhagar, with that deep Valyrian tone, your calmness and control in the face of that huge creature and soaring through the air always made Harwin sweat. More than once, he had cornered you in the Dragon Pit itself to kiss you in the darkness of the cave.

He loved to stroke your silver hair when he had you on his knees. Your pleasure as you sucked his cock also came from his caresses and moans.

His back looked like a map of star-spangled muscles when he lay in bed as he let you make him yours at night.

When he asked you to sit on his face, he never joked. And you soon learned that it was never a joke.

When he was feeling especially brave, Harwin would agree to fly with you over Vaghar.

Never at high altitude, the dragon would take you far away, and right there, you would let the adrenaline and freedom take you both away. Standing behind you, Harwin would slip his hand down your trousers, his bare hand, big and strong, stroking you until you shivered, resting you on his chest as you cum.

Then, in bed, you would return the favour, letting him enter you so you could feel him inside, and he would release all the pleasure your tightness gave him.

Sleeping on his chest was better than any cotton and silk pillow.

You would never be king or heir.

He would never be a great lord or a great advisor.

And neither of you ever needed anything else. You had enough of the secret corridor leading to your room.