#aegon ii targaryen thots

[aegoniiwifey]

Eeeeekkkk babe I have a lil drabble for this pic

"Upon careful consideration, My King, we believe that we've come up with a list of suitable suitors for the Princess-" Lord Lannister was cut off by Aegon scraping the tip of his ancestor's knife along the Small Council table. "You lot deem yourselves fit to determine the future of my only daughter?" Aegon asked with an eerie calmness. "Well, I-" Aegon traced his finger along the blade, his gaze menacing, as he said, "Who then? Tell me, this list you speak of," He exchanged a look with Aemond, whose stoic expression remain unchanged, though Aegon knew his brother felt a similar annoyance. "I- well, the Prince of Dorne's son-" "Too far." Aegon cut him off. "Lord Stark's son Rickon-" "A Northern lord?" He scoffed. "You would send my daughter to wither in the cold? She is a pure blooded Valyrian, yet you would shackle her to a wolf?"

The lords remained silent, avoiding Aegon's steely gaze, as he said harshly, "Go on." "Lady Jeyne Arryn has proposed her son Rodrick-" "Ah, yes, the Arryn boy that could easily be mistaken for a pile of bones? Brother, does that sound like the man to make a good husband for my daughter?" "I don't believe I do, Your Grace." Aemond replied smoothly. "Is that all?" Aegon asked with a bored expression. The lords remained silent. "No one decides what happens to the Princess but me. My daughter's future lies in the hands of her father, the King. The next fool who makes such ludicrous suggestions, I shall cut the hand with which he penned this foolish list."

THIS WAS SO DELICIOUS HOLY FUCK YOU GOT MY BRAIN JUICES GOING FOR A FIC IDEA HEHEHEH

[lovelykhaleesiii]

I did Pilates for the first time and all I can think of is showing Aegon just how flexible I am 🥰

[asharasasylum]

♡ drabble aegon targaryen booklet - entry 3

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ warnings: dark content. non con.dub con. blackmail. possessive! Aegon. incest. smut. 18+

note from me: thank you for this request @phimbkerthinker. this had me well... words can not really describe it.

The lines of consent when you first started your relationship with Aegon were blurred. Between the groping and his hands constantly wandering to places they shouldn’t, you didn’t really remember when you actually agreed to any of it. If you had to recall your first time with him, all you can recollect is his weight pressed down against yours to the point where you felt suffocating. With his strength, weight, and the way he smothered you in affection, there was hardly any way you could fight back and you’re not entirely sure if you actually did. 

You enjoyed it, didn’t you? 

It’s always the first thing that falls from Aegon’s lips after he slips out of your walls, painting your sweaty skin in soft kisses. He’s always been desperate to reassure you, to tell you this is right. 

He’s not wrong, it felt good in the moment. It always feels good. But that doesn’t make it right, especially when he’s your uncle. 

After a while you had ignored this, pushing it to the back of your mind when your nails were digging into the skin of his back, desperately trying to hold onto him as he slipped in and out of your walls. But the guilt always came rushing back when you laid beside him in the minutes after, unable to find much comfort in his breath fanning over your skin. 

It’s how you ended up here, tears staining your cheeks as you stared up at the silver haired man. Your Aegon. Only you weren’t crying about ending things with him. Tears slipped from your eyes from the countless videos he flicked through, both of you in countless positions, you even begging him at points to keep going. Each one you had been completely oblivious to his phone or whatever device he had propped into a corner of the room or the bedside table. 

He seemed to smirk when your eyes flickered from the phone, unable to watch any longer. But you could still see it out of the corner of your eye, your eyes rolling back as you arched your body off the bed with Aegon pressing sloppy kisses all over your bare chest. 

You would say this wasn't your Aegon but it was exactly him. You had just wanted to pretend for months that it wasn’t. 

Everything that happened after that happened fast and the next thing you knew you were being suffocated by Aegon’s body on top of yours. He was drawing orgasm from you time and time again, leading you to the point where there was a string of cum and your obvious arousal, keeping you attached every time he slid from your walls. With each stroke you whined uncontrollably, sure that you had been begging you to stop, to show you some mercy. But you knew you were in no position to deny him. It was clear that this was to be your punishment, paying for speaking of leaving him. 

You were a babbling mess as he forced you deeper into the mattress. You moaned wantonly as the tip of him hits a soft spot inside you, making you clench around him. 

His head snapped up to look at you, his cold gaze softening slightly at your tear stained face. 

“Hmm?” Aegon questioned, pressing his sticky forehead against yours. “Did you say something?” 

You swallowed, shaking your head as your hand reached to cup his face. All words and breath had left you at that point, unable to whine anything but his name. 

“Nothing,” he grinned, body rising at this. He gripped your hips, using them for leverage as he held onto them tightly. 

“Plea-“ The words were stolen from your throat as he began to pound into you, chasing that high that he knows both of you are teetering close to once again. 

“What was that?” He groaned, a chuckle on the edge of his tongue. His eyes fell downwards, catching the sight of your juices and his cum coating your pussy. “Such a mess.” 

You looked down, only being able to catch the sight just above his cock that glistened with your fluids. Just before he was pushing you down again, arms falling to either side of you. 

“I wish someone could walk in now,” Aegon hissed, eyebrows crossing as pleasure took over. “See the mess I make as I breed you.” 

The thought had your thighs tightening around his hips, ready to take anything else he had left to offer. 

“You like that, don’t you?” 

You shook your head, whimpering out the smallest “No.” 

“I’m going to make sure you leave this room knowing you’re mine,” he snarled, bringing his lips to your ear and grazing at the skin with his teeth. “Because you are mine.” 

Your toes curled at each relentless snap of Aegon's hips, unsure if he was pursuing his own climax or yours. But with the way he whispered in your ear, claiming you as his, had you unable to stop yourself cumming around him. 

“Fuck,” he breathed into your lips, loosing his own control as your cunt practically tried to swallow him. You could feel him spilling in your walls, fucking you carelessly as he latched his hand around your neck. With his lips pressed to yours Aegon made his claim true again. “Mine, mine, mine…”

[serymn31]

They were the only ones who understood each other. They were both first learning to ride on their dragons, when they were forced to marry at a young age. Her thirteen, him fifteen. They were both not truly accepted by their father - firstborn son, yet not named heir; a dreamer, but with visions no one can discern, not even herself. Used as a vessel for your grandfather's ambition. Used as the womb that will bear your brother heirs for him to strengthen his claim against your firstborn sister's sons of questionable origin.

Even then, under the weight of these, they both have perfect, beautiful children, a girl and a boy. A new hope and a promise of another beginning. Something they can call their own - neither Targaryen nor Hightower but just theirs. They don't dress them in green or in red or black, but in the colors of their dragons - gold and the blue of the sky and the shades in between. Even in their own shortcomings and youth they tried their best to raise them with the love and recognition they didn't receive.

Perhaps, he can raise his son better than his father did for him. Maybe, he would be a good king if he can make his heir a better one. He is king now and they are fine now. No father left to please. The pain has ended and we can begin again. Don't be afraid, he had promised her.

They killed the boy.

He broke that promise. He will never forgive himself. He's failed as a king, as a husband, as her brother. She was alone, unprotected, and afraid when the enemy lay their silent trap, like a ratcatcher would. He understood perfectly why she acted the way she did. He wants to reach her, but she has retreated so far within her grief. The only thing he can do is rage.

I have been a terrible husband, a careless brother. I will be a cruel, ruthless king to our enemies - I will murder them with my bare hands. I will lay waste to their kingdoms. I will kill for you. And this time, he will make it true.

[aegoniiwifey]

I'm back with more daddy!Aeg x daughter x Aemond- canon times

Aemond walked into Aegon's study, where Aegon was reading letters, a plate of lemon cakes on his desk, as he bit into his third one, Aemond slid a letter onto his desk, and Aegon raised a brow. "What's this, brother?" He took the letter. "It was addressed to my dear niece. From Cregan Stark's son." Aemond said cooly, and Aegon set down his lemon cake and his eyes scanned the letter, his face darkening. "He dares to ask to court her? My daughter?" Aegon snarled, and got up from his chair.

"I am her father- I am the KING-as if I would allow that brutish Northerner to lay a hand on my little princess," He went on, as Aemond, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, walked with Aegon to her sitting room. "My spies intercepted the letter before it got to her. It is not the first. It seems our little one has been corresponding with the Stark boy for a while- since he and his father were here last for the Maiden's Day Ball." Aemond told him, which only enraged Aegon more. "Fucking Stark- trying to seduce my daughter," Aegon muttered as they turned the corner, and the guards pushed both doors open. Her ladies stood and bowed before the King and the Lord Hand, and she smiled sweetly when she saw them. "Daddy, Uncle" She got off her chaise and went over to them. "Leave. Now." Aemond said to her ladies, who scrambled out at the sound of the Prince's voice. Aegon showed her the letter, saying, "What is this, little one?" Her face fell. "I- Rickon is my friend, Daddy," She tried to explain, as Aemond scoffed. "You know Daddy doesn't entertain such notions, my pet. You've been naughty, leading on the little wolf." Aegon said lowly. "And bad little girls get punished, don't they brother?" Aemond smirked, and said, "Indeed they do, brother." Yea she's getting fucked REAL good tonight.

I WANT THIS I NEED THIS!!!!

[connorsui]

U know as I'm standing here waiting for my pasta to finish cooking itself. I can't help but imagine a scenario of Aegon running away to Essos

Like, what if instead of Aemond not getting the chance of catching Aegon on time, we get a scene of Aegon being unfamiliar to all his surroundings?

Very little money, a few riches to sell off and wandering around the city like a common man

But he all of a sudden passes by an old bakery with a kind and gentle woman who treats him with the care he has never received from anyone before?

Not only does she speak to him so softly, but she worries about him and his health, wondering where he has come from and what he needs to get by

Constantly smiles at him when she sees him and even giggles at the false stories he tells about his so-called "common" childhood

She gives everything that he had ever hoped for in his dreams of receiving love .. receiving compassion and care that he thought he will never get

Now, Aegon doesn't want to leave ...Aegon wants to stay beside her....his emotions and his heart are telling him to stay with her for along as he can

And we'll...why shouldn't he? ...this life is far greater than becoming a king he was never meant to be?

[peachysunrize]

Not to be horny on main but that’s me down there… i’m blowing his mind by blowing his dong

[lemonhemlock]

RIP eggon's fuccbois 🙏 true ride or die homies

[aegoniiwifey]

if I catch professor Aeg doing this mid class…. I’d cum on the spot fr

Feeling like a real hog 😫

(here)

[rosenroot]

I really like your drawings of Alicent's children, but I think Helaena and Aegon are the ones who look the most like each other. Was that something on purpose since they are married siblings?

Well, yeahhh but ok ok, lemme show u my thought process, what we can get from the books is that Helaena and Aegon, both have a bigger complexion similar to viserys, and if I’m not wrong, Aemond is described as a baby smaller than aegon, now I tried to make him look a little more like Alicent, since she often is described as a skinny legend haha. And Daeron well, he kinda is a mix of the two? He is the prettiest of them all so he has to have the best targ genes haha but I just change his eye color to Alicent’s mud green because they team green right??

[please-buckme]

thots ?

You know I’d squirm.

[achaoticeternal]

friendly reminder that my ask box is open and hungry

send me thots and headcanons to chat about for: aemond targayen aegon ii targaryen jacaerys velaryon

[asharasasylum]

♡ drabble aegon targaryen booklet - entry 2

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ warnings: non con/overly persistent Aegon. dub con. smut. 18+

note from me: literally missing all my old aegon fics right now so enjoy this. maybe more to come...

Aegon is obsessed with getting you worked up to the point that you’re literally begging for him. 

It can be hard sometimes, especially when you're persistently pushing his pawing hands away and not even succumbing to his featherlight kisses against your chest. 

But Aegon doesn’t give up and he knows the best way to get you really worked up for him. 

You try and ignore him when he slips under the duvet covers, only he becomes hard to ignore when he’s pushing his way between your thighs. It’s then you’re trying to shove his head away from your crotch, groaning about being tired. But then his lips are pressed to your clothed pussy, hands rubbing at your thighs as he keeps them separated, and it becomes harder to argue against him. 

Protests stop falling from your lips once he drags his tongue lazily across your clothed folds. He’s barely doing anything and yet he now knows he has your full attention, already craving more as you grow wetter for him. 

He’ll be completely happy as soon as your begging to do more, promising him that you’re not tired anymore and that you can take it. 

Aegon who doesn’t like to waste a meal when he’s got you all whiny and whimpering underneath him, dragging out every thrust against your soaked walls, making sure to really ram himself balls deep inside of you. He’s smirking from time to time, teasing you when you beg him to look at you, unable to stop the swell of pride every time he here’s how wet your pussy is everytime he rams himself in there. You’re practically crying for him, over your face and down there and he knew for a fact that all it would take is a bit of light petting down there and he could get you like this. 

The same Aegon who’s an obnoxious prick after, smiling ear to ear like some sort of idiot. You want to push his head away, still hot and flushed from how fucked out you’re still feeling. You end up telling him he’s an idiot and giving him a sour look, to which he apologises and presses soft kisses to your neck to hide his face and stop you from being mad at him. But you really struggle to be mad at him for too long, especially when he’s telling you how much he loves you in his ear and licking at the marks he’s left on your body. 

Even you know the control Aegon has over you. 

[aegoniiwifey]

Consider: modern Aeg picking up your kiddo from preschool/daycare/nursery school (idk the difference between them) and they look SO much alike chubby little boy with Aegons eyes and hair and pouty mouth and he’s So excited that Daddy is picking him up!!! Aeg takes him for ice cream before going home. Idk I’m soft and kind of baby fever Yknow

WYN HAVE MERCY! this is our cute little wholesome family domestic au

AEG has a carbon copy of a son and they’re both so chubby

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Can I put this in as a request? 🤭

omg omg omg I imagined this too!!! how hot would it be fucking him on the way to his coronation in that little ass carriage + that bumpy road ughh. the thots I had during that scene, UNHOLY!

Merciless or Ruthless?

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,019.

WARNINGS: degradation kink, name-calling, praise kink, breeding/pregnancy kink, brief mentions of implied pregnancy, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, slight exhibitionism, swearing.

A/N - I may have gotten slightly carried away with this. but he deserves it <3 hope you enjoy lovely x

The inevitability of death could be a comforting notion of peace to some, and yet marks a heavy burden of loss, sorrow and responsibility on others. King Viserys, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhonyar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, or more commonly dotted as Viserys the Peaceful, had passed peacefully in his sleep.

His death was one that many held their breaths anticipating in the final previous months, considering the haste deterioration of the king's ill health. Nonetheless, during these months of anticipation, whispers of preparation had begun to churn behind the back of the sickly King, plans to anoint his eldest son, your dearly beloved husband, Aegon the Second of His Name, as King of the Realm.

Regardless of such talks, Aegon remained blissfully oblivious to it all. Relishing in the banquets and spoils of royalty, he remained keen and satisfied as Prince, and from time to time, expressed the notion of respecting his elder half-sister, Rhaenyra, as the rightful Queen.

It was only with you, that Aegon openly delved deeper into his reluctance of being adorned as King, expressing a distaste for the role and the heavy burden.

"I have no wish to rule...Only to wine, dine and fuck you senseless and raw, till you are practically dripping of me."

As his faithful and devoted wife, you ultimately respected and supported his well wishes. No desire to dissuade him further, despite the conniving tactics employed by his mother and grandsire, who often urged you to encourage him to seek and accept the duty of the Crown. You denied their efforts, remaining stagnant to Aegon's choice.

That was until Viserys' death began to ignite a ripple of chaos...

"A-Aeg... You've been distant all morning. Talk to me, my love."

You had awoken beside Aegon that morning, although he was not the same... His last few pending hours as Prince, before his looming coronation, was he to be anointed as King. Having quarrelled tirelessly against his grandsire, mother and liege council, he was outnumbered and ultimately defeated... More so, it was after his discrete one on one talk with Ser Criston, that seemed to shove Aegon into accepting his fate, without even so uttering a rebuttal.

"I am not fit to rule, Y/N... Everyone knows it, I know it. This is going to be a disaster, and Nyra, I-"

He pauses as his breath hitches in his throat, gulping as he composes himself, his lilac eyes swell, glistening in the streaks of sunlight, yet no tears fallen: his lounged body swayed in motion to the rocking carriage.

"-I know what is expected of me, but I doubt myself."

"Aeg- It is just nerves, my dear. We'll take it step by step, day by day, I promise-"

Reaching out, your arm stretches over as you lean towards your Targaryen husband. Your gentle hand firmly holding his, as your thumb caresses his pale skin. The colour in his face has faded, except for the dark circles embedded beneath his lower lash line. Despite your encouraging words, and half-hearted smile, you earned a simple shrug and huff, as Aegon continued to longingly look onwards towards the bustling crowds gathering and trodding towards the Hill of Rhaenys.

"Please Aeg- Is there anything I can do in my power, my love? I cannot bear to see you in such a miserable state for longer."

Silence remained still for a few sparing seconds, before Aegon's tiresome eyes sparked with a familiar yearn. Flickering from your seated position towards your entwined hands, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak.

"Do me the honour, of fucking me one last time as a Prince. Do it for me, as a gift to your King."

You could not deny, nor did your body try to hide it, you were taken aback in shock by his demand.

"Right now? Here? Aeg- Can this not wait for after the coronation, mayhaps back in bed-"

"Please, Y/N... Unorthodox I know, but when have we not been? It would really help to calm my nerves, baby. If I could just feel you, let me be with you. You always know how to make me feel better."

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you lean back, pulling aside a curtain shading a small window through the carriage, and see there is still much a way ahead, along with all the disrupting foot traffic.

Carefully standing up as you felt your stance unsteady attempting to pull up the rich, silk layers of your custom gown up. The cobbled road beneath the wheeled carriage strewed with potholes and uneven surfaces, made it near impossible to stand still. Immediately your hand instinctively reaches, latching and gripping onto Aegon's sturdy shoulder, as he remains comfortably seated. His arm reaches over to you, supporting your waist, as your other hand grips onto his forearm, as you nestle yourself atop his wide lap, as he slightly readjusts himself.

"Is this what you wanted, hmm? Want your pretty, little wife's cunt on your cock to make you feel better? You are worse than the whores out there-" You head tilts gesturing towards the Street of Silk in passing by, often where your young husband would venture during his bachelor days. Your fingers begin to find their way to his tussled, short hair, pulling at his platinum strands. Although he was dressed and prepped dutifully this morning, it still looked somewhat unkempt. You pursue his soft lips, eager as you delve in for a kiss, Aegon succumbing to it, trying desperately to hold for as long as possible, before you break apart, both of you breathless.

His familiar taste tinged with the essence of wine lingering, etched on your lips as you savour it, your focus remaining solely on one another. Each of your hands remain gripped to his shoulders, your body weight atop of Aegon's kept him steady during the rocky ride, as you swayed in motion. The haste, harsh turns made you grind against your husband's clothed lap: sensing a brewing, hungry twitch growing more blatant beneath your bare, throbbing cunt.

"I can feel you stirring, handsome... Such a needy Prince today, aren't you? Gods help me, when you are crowned King. I shall be at your beckon call day and night," You breathlessly utter closely into the elder Prince's ear. Aegon's rough hands firmly clutched at your hips, guiding your natural movements, as you buck backwards and forwards against his larger frame. The friction was palpable, as the heat infused between your inner thighs over his crotch.

"That you will be. I'll have you bent and fucked stupid over that fucking throne when I want... The only perks I shall relish in as King. Keeping you safe and sated," Aegon lowly whispered, an almost fearsome growl echoed in his throat.

"Is that so? Ugh- I must say, dear husband... To see you crowned and seated almighty on that throne, ordering us subjects below you. I might just faint at the sheer sight."

A snarling chuckle escaped his plump lips, as his hands glided over towards your front, pulling the hem further up, exposing your undergarments. Without so much as a warning, and with such swift strength, Aegon tore the piece of fabric apart.

"Just the thing I needed to cheer me up, and look at you--"

Aegon's thick digits teasing at your arousal, gently encircling your entrance as he attempted to pry you open, before hungrily licking your sweet taste off his fingers.

"Already making such a wet mess, who exactly is the whore now? I've barely touched you, and your body desperately craves for my cock, huh?"

"Mhmm-" You whimper, as Aegon elevated himself, unbuttoning his clean trousers, his stiff cock lively springing into action.

"Tell your King exactly what you want, baby... Tell your King and I shall listen. Mayhaps I will be merciful and grant you what you desire, or be ruthless."

His hard, strained cock, red and glistening enticingly with his pre-cum oozing at the tip, appeared aching for release. Teasingly stroking at the entrance of your moist folds, feeling its pulsating throbs against the sensitive skin of your cunt, was enough to send you into overdrive.

As you instinctively lifted yourself up slightly off of Aegon's lap, readying yourself to plop yourself back down, Aegon's grip over your waist, held you steady and preserved.

"Not yet, baby... Use your words. I need to hear it from you first. Can't just let you roam around and do as you please now. You think you get some sort of special treatment?"

"A-Aeg, please-" You had mindlessly moaned: the rugged motions of the carriage persisted, the unsteadiness plunging you back down against Aegon's lap, as you nestled for support. His cock thrashed against your velvet folds, earning a sly smirk on his behalf and a helpless moan from yourself.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Your cock, my King. I-I want you to f-fuck me rough and hard, till I'm nice and round with heirs for m-my King."

"Fuck. That's it, baby-" Satisfied, Aegon's hands effortlessly lifted you once more momentarily, before having you plunge down over his cock. Its wide, intimidating girth was a sensation you could never quite adjust to, naturally stretching your silky walls, clenching tightly over his thudding cock.

"Let me fuck my heir into you now, and let it be known that you carry the offspring of the King. These tits will swell ample with milk for the babe and for I-" He breathlessly growls, as his lips softly suckle at your cleavage, his hands once more ventured, fingers pulling at your corset fabric, before roughly pulling apart the seams: busting your breasts more open, enough to shed any last remaining source of modesty.

"-These hips will grow wide to carry and birth a whole damn litter. This precious stomach, may the Gods be good, will swell greatly in the moons to come. Fuck me, you will be such a heavenly Queen."

Aegon's frame now moving against the uphill, rocky drive naturally his cock followed his motions delved deep inside of you, striking at your cervix. Whimpering moans of pleasure and pain, coaxed in your voice chiselled through the carriage, layered with Aegon's heavy breathing.

"You w-will be s-such a good King, such a g-good father, as you have been an honourable husband. P-Putting my needs first."

"S-Say more, precious-" Aegon sternly proclaimed, his tone growling louder, as his large hands had subtly snaked their way towards your backside, rough palms [tarnished from training] kneading at your plush flesh.

"You are the rightful King. I devote my entire being, my entire existence to you, Aeg. Forever bound to you, I am at your disposal. Love me, ch-cherish me...F-Fuck me."

With all the swaying, harsh motions from the carriage itself alongside the sensual love-making, Aegon's cock released all the tension from the anticipation, the buildup from your touch, that he desperately needed. Reaching his ultimate peak, in return spoiling you with a climatic apex.

The moments that followed timely, had forever changed the course of history itself...

Aegon had been crowned and accepted by the realm as King. And as he spoke like a true, honest ruler, the Gods saw fit as they did anointing your husband, and you began to swell healthily with child in the months that followed. It was widely known however, that the conception of the King's soon to be heir, was poetically the day its father was crowned.

"As tense as we all were for Aegon, it seemed you two were rather ugh- eager for the coronation... If the Gods blessed the Queen with child now, then we shall be thankful for the holy plans of the Seven," Alicent, the Dowager Queen, had reminisced over the intimate family dinner that night.

Regardless, it took time for Aegon to grow accustomed to the heavy burden and responsibility of having to rule Seven Kingdoms. And yet he did so willingly, so long as you had remained dutifully by his side. That, he forever was eternally thankful for.

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[peachysunrize]

Dad!Aegon would literally argue with his 8 months old kid because the child doesn’t let him kiss you