#daemon will never get over not holding them as babies

[syndrossi]

yes hi it’s me again bc your story is living rent free in my head— thanks for that by the way

anyway i was watching the episode of himym where lily and marshall’s son is born and the song that played at the end was so nice and warm that it made me think of daemon and his boys and what he might’ve though about had he been there when they were born or as babies so naturally i found it and listened to it for ten minutes crying on the floor. i’m fine.

there’s a 30-something second break after 1:15 and to me, it switches the whole feel of it. the first minute and fifteen seconds is this fantasy daemon would’ve had after discovering he had kids and picturing seeing them be born or holding them as infants but that doesn’t happen.

so the other half, beginning at 1:51 is reality, it’s him trying to be a father to them now and it’s still just as heart wrenching and heart warming.

😭

Also, this is oddly timely? Small snippet from next chapter:

“Daemon, they are still very young.”  He angrily batted at the hand reaching for him. Laenor did not understand. How could he? He had held each of his children as babes. Daemon could only imagine it: two tiny heads of wispy hair, light and dark, a bundle for each arm. He had held Luke a few moons after his birth, and his little hand had not been able to close around Daemon’s finger. If I had stayed— Would she have tried to hide them, still? Surely Elys would have come to him first. He could have convinced Rhea then to spare her the shame, to claim them as their own. No one would have had reason to doubt. Would the halls of Runestone have been so hateful then, filled with the laughter of his children?

[maidragoste]

Scare

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

More of Daemon's Wife AU

Summary: You and Daemon get a scare at Laenor's wedding.

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Daemon is not usually afraid, after all, he is a Targaryen, he has the blood of the dragon, he is "The Rogue Prince", he claimed Caraxes, he fought in tourneys, he was the leader of the golden cloaks and he fought in the war of the Stepstones. A fearful man couldn't do any of that.

But today he really felt afraid at Laenor's wedding. One moment he was talking to his cousin Rhaenys and then the screams were heard. Both of them quickly went on alert and Daemon began to look around the room for you because minutes before you had left the table to dance with one of your cousins. But the prince couldn't find you. Daemon couldn't remember ever feeling so desperate as he tried to get through the crowd of guests to get to you. Irritation grew in him every time someone bumped into him making it harder to find you. Then he finally saw you and got to the reason for all the fuss. Criston Cole was hitting your brother's lover without stopping and a few meters away you were. Daemon saw the determination in your eyes and began to call out to you, but you didn't hear him over the screams of the other guests or you decided to ignore him as you made your way to Criston Cole. You were barely able to hold on to one of the guard's arms before he pushed you away and you ended up on the floor. If it wasn't for Daemon's fear of you and the baby then he would have gone and cut off Criston Cole's fucking head for daring to touch you. But at that moment your husband's priority was the safety and well-being of you and the baby so he took you in his arms and carried you out of that damn wedding while you screamed for Laenor and Joffrey.

Now Daemon and you were alone in his chambers, the maester having left a few minutes ago after assuring the two that the baby was fine.

“I’m fine” you reminded your husband as he remained silent, probably thinking of everything that could have gone wrong. “We’re fine” you took his hand and placed it on your belly despite the baby not kicking yet.

Daemon caressed your belly before leaning down to place a kiss on it, thanking his son for being strong. “You were reckless” he scolded you, turning his attention back to you.

“I was,” you agreed, feeling guilty for not thinking about the baby, but at that moment, all you could think about was helping your brother and Joffrey. You couldn’t stand by and watch them get beaten. But the adrenaline of the moment was wearing off and you were starting to feel overwhelmed by the situation you were in. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to put our baby in danger.”

Daemon’s serious expression fell the instant he saw your eyes begin to fill with tears. If there was one thing he hated, it was seeing you cry.

“Hey, don't cry.” He took your face in his hands and began to tenderly caress your cheeks. “You said it, you're fine and you heard the maester, the baby is fine.” He kissed your forehead. “But if you're so worried about putting yourself and the baby in danger again, then I could lock you in our chambers until you give birth.” Of course he wasn't serious, but he succeeded in his purpose of distracting you.

“Of course you'd like to do that, you want to have me just for you.” A small smile appeared on your lips as you spoke.

“I'm not going to deny it, you know I don't like sharing you with the rest of the world, wife.”

You didn't know if it was Daemon or you who was the first to capture the other's lips. But it didn't matter, what mattered was that for a moment while you kissed and touched each other you were able to forget about the scare you experienced. Daemon and you took refuge in each other's warmth, ready to not let the night end bitterly.

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Yan!Parents Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Are these headcanons good? I don't know, but I hope you like it!! Forgive me for any mistakes ;) 🩵🤍

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotection, mention of death and murder, unhealthy platonic relationships and messy writing.

❝🐉pairing: platonic yandere!daemyra x gender neutral!reader.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were looking forward to the arrival of their first child. Daemon already had two daughters and Rhaenyra her three precious boys, but they were very eager for the first fruit of their marriage to be born.

The day Rhaenyra gave birth to you was one of the happiest memories of her life. The pain of childbirth was excruciating, but when she could hold you in her arms, it was all worth it.

Daemon actually sobbed when he held you for the first time. You were so small, so innocent and so perfect. He swore to himself that he would do anything to be good to you. You would be loved and adored forever.

They are both extremely overprotective and possessive over you. You are their child, you belong to them, so you should not associate with anyone they do not approve of.

Any friends you may have will be investigated by Daemon and if he finds anything that displeases him, that friend will disappear from your life. He is not objective, if that person's great-grandfather was an bastard, for example, that means they will never be good to you. And you deserve only the best.

Rhaenyra not only agrees with this, but encourages her uncle-husband's actions. You are her baby, the most precious person in her life and she only wants the best for you. She will give you the best, she knows what is good for you. After all, mom always knows best, right?

Your older siblings would also have developed their own obsession with you, encouraged by their parents. It didn't take long for the Velaryon brothers and Daemon's daughters to become completely attached to you.

You were not only your parents' obsession, but also your siblings, meaning you can bet no harm would be done to you. You were spoiled and protected, the apple of everyone's eye in Dragonstone.

Whatever you want, you will have. Rhaenyra and Daemon are completely soft when it comes to disciplining you, just one puppy look and they will forget everything. You are their child, you could do no wrong in their eyes.

Everyone is instructed to spoil and protect you, the servants, the guards and your brothers will do so willingly too.

Daemon is very possessive, he feels entitled to you because you are his child. He will kill anyone who looks, says, or even breathes wrong at you. There's no way he's going to let anything happen to you.

Rhaenyra is more controlled, but she is still a dragon and you should never mess with a dragon's offspring. She loses all her senses, her reason when something happens to you. Even if it's a paper cut, she will go into a frenzy of rage.

Any love interests or suitors will also be dealt with quickly. They won't allow you to get married, no one will ever be good enough for you.

If something were to happen to you, gods be good, for the true fury of the Targaryens would be revealed. They will burn, kill and destroy everything in their path for you. All that matters is you, the war will be forgotten by you.

And when it was just ashes and the smell of blood and death was in the air, they would be satisfied. Daemon and Rhaenyra will go to extremes for you. You are their baby and no one, absolutely no one, can change that.

Daemon and Rhaenyra will not lose anyone else, not their child. And when the war for the Iron Throne begins, you would be locked in and protected the entire time. Your parents love you and would do anything, but they don't know boundaries or privacy. It doesn't matter, after all, they are your parents.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Cleaning Off

step!dad daemon x reader smut

A/N: for all the ppl who requested it! sorry this was rushed oops

TW: smut!!, DUBCON, spanking, pussy slapping, daddy kink, degrading, rough sex, overstim

wordcount: 1,121

last part

You do as your stepfather bids and make your way to your bed after pulling your pjs back on, the soreness between your legs making your steps painful. You lay there, dazed, as you wait for him to come and get you, the rough pounding you received causing you to not be able to form any coherent thoughts.

You hear mumbling outside your door. Daemon explains to your mother that you aren’t feeling well and are sleeping off the sickness. She coos with pity in response before thanking him for taking the day off work to care for you. It isn’t long before you hear the front door close, signalling that your mother has left. You can hear footsteps approaching your room and you turn over, pretending to be asleep as you hear the door open.

“I know you’re not sleeping, pet.” Daemon says as he walks over to you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You roll back over and look up at him. “I’m not finished with you yet.” He smirks and lets his fingers run across your lips before pushing them into your mouth. You suck on them like a child with a pacifier and he keeps them there for a few moments. “We have lots more play to do today.” He takes the fingers out of your mouth.

“I already feel sticky.” You pout and he gives you a look before pulling the blankets off of you.

“I’ll clean you off then.” He hauls you over his shoulder and begins to make his way to the master bathroom.

“Hey put me do- ow!” You squeal as he slaps your ass for complaining.

“Stop your mewling, little pet.” He takes you into the bathroom and sets you down so you’re sitting on the counter. “Let’s take this off then.” He grabs the hem of your pj top and begins to lift it up but your delicate hands grab at his wrists.

“I can shower by myself.” He just laughs at that.

“I don’t think so.” He takes your top off forcefully and tugs your bottoms and panties off as well. You try to cover yourself with your hands. “Such a shy girl. What are you covering that beautiful body for? Don’t you want daddy to take care of you?” You blush as he pulls your arms away, his gaze falling on your chest. “Perfect fucking tits. Spread your legs a little, baby.” You don’t move so he sighs and pries your legs apart and gives you a sharp slap right on your pearl.

“Ah!” You squeal and recoil at the feeling.

“Don’t disobey me anymore.” He says sternly. He then walks over to turn on the shower before stripping himself down. Your eyes widen as you notice the size of him. You never realized how long and thick he is and you wonder how it ever fit inside you. “C’mon.” He says and picks you up again under your thighs and takes you into the shower. “You gotta stand now, princess.” He advises and places you back on your feet under the water.

Daemon grabs a washcloth and lathers it up with soap. He stands behind you with one hand on your waist and the other wiping you down. He washes you silently for a few minutes and it’s almost… nice? That’s before the hand on your waist begins to wander gently down your tummy. He makes gentle circles and patterns before sliding his hand between your legs.

“N-Not there.” You beg as he begins to rub back and forth.

“Daddy is just making sure you’re clean everywhere, princess.” He says and then smirks when you whimper. “I think you need extra cleaning here.” He rubs directly on your pearl and you become putty in his hands, having to reach back and hold his other arm to stable yourself. “Actually I know just the tool you need for a proper cleaning.” You feel his hardness press against you and he pushes you flush against the wall, holding your hands behind your back.

“Nooo I can’t again.” You whine.

“You can, pet and you will.” You gasp as he slides himself in and once again gives you no chance to adjust as he begins thrusting into you.

“Wait… slower!” You beg and he scoffs.

“We both know you like this. You’re such a whore for daddy’s cock.” He says while plowing into you. There’s no such thing as gentle with Daemon Targaryen.

“Hurtsss.” You whine again and he spanks your ass.

“Don’t be such a brat. Your tight little cunt took me fine before and it’s going to do it again.” He says firmly, his pace getting rougher somehow. 

Your stepfather then grabs you by the hair and tugs it to the side so he can kiss you. You whimper softly into his mouth as he hits the sweet spot inside of you. He then lets go of your hair and rubs harshly on the most sensitive part of your pearl, causing you to scream.

“What would your mother think if she saw you acting like such a slut right now?” He laughs at you and it only makes you squeeze around him more. “Oh you like that? You like it when I treat you like the whore that you are. You’re my personal fucking cocksleave now, pet. I hope you understand that.” You can only whine in response, words not coming to your mind. He feels you squeeze him more and he knows you’re getting close. “You gonna cum for me, little girl?” You nod as much as you can. “Beg.”

“P-Please… daddy… need it.” He knows that it’s all you can manage to say so he lets you.

“Cum for me then.” You moan loudly as you reach your peak, squeezing him like a vice but he doesn’t stop fucking into you.

“Wait… no more.” You whimper but it doesn’t stop him.

“You’re not the one in charge here, I am.” He says simply as he continues to slam his hips against yours.

“No I-I can't.” You feel the tears spring to your eyes as you try to free your hands from his grasp.

“I’m almost done, baby. Just a little bit longer. You’re doing so well for me.” He assures you and continues to thrust in and out of you for about a minute longer as you cry. When he’s finally done, he spills his seed deep inside of you. “Good job, pet.” He praises and turns you around so he can hold you. “We’ll clean you off again and then you can come cuddle in daddy’s bed, okay?” He presses a kiss to your head and you nod.

“O-Okay.” You breathe out.

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[ashblooddragons]

The Red Queen (Chapter 1\?)

107 ac Kingslanding

Aemma’s pov

I sit in a rocking chair as I watch you stack blocks only to knock them over, and like always you turn to me for approval and when I clap you smile big showing your first tooth. I sigh once you gets back to playing, the lady Alicent has been coming to play with you since you were six moons stating she noticed Rhaenyra doesn’t play with you, but I know she was sent by her father to get in me and Viserys good graces. 

Today you’ve been quite pouty and upset, and I know exactly why. Daemon has been sent to the Vale to be with his wife for at least half moons turn. Viserys was lucky he got Daemon to agree to that much, as Daemon hardly leaves you as it is. It shocks the court how protective he is of you, he doesnt let anyone hold you in his presence besides me, Viserys, or himself. Because of this over protectiveness you’ve grown quite attached to him and his blasted dragon he demands you ride with him on. If the court thinks Daemon is over protective they havent watched that wyrm growl at me, your own mother, because I picked you up. Thankfully Daemon doesn't believe you should sit on the saddle yet, so he straps you to his chest via cloth wraps commeners use. I must admit my heart about jumps out of my chest everytime you fly with him, but when you come back down, and you have that smile on your face it all seems worth it.

As I’m musing someone knocks at the nursery door. “Alicent would you be a dear and see who that might be?” I ask as I stroke my stomach. Me and Viserys found out two moons ago that I’m with child…again. One of us was over joyed, the other wanted a long nap after finishing raspberry and ginger tea for my nausea and sore ankles. 

Alicent nods and gets up off the floor and goes to the door. “It's Princess Rhaenys and her daughter Laena, Your Grace.” she says looking at me to see if she should let them in. “yes please, and would you leave us darling? I need to have a talk with the princess.” I say to which Alicent nods and moves towards you to pick you up, but i stop her with a shake of my head.

Once Alicent has left and Rhaenys, and Laena are in the room I sigh. “The girl always with you?” Rhaenys asks in that cold tone she always has. 

“Yes, but I must admit she is quite helpful.” I respond through another sigh. This one is quite a mover cause I never can quite seem to chase the nausea away. “So I’m assuming you got my raven?” I ask once she sets Laena down on the ground next to you.

“Yes, I did.” Is the only answer I get, so I nod and watch as our daughters play together. We’ve sat in silence for quite a while, the only source of noise coming from you and Laena as you play and babble. This is why I about jump out of my skin when Rhaenys starts to talk again. “Has Rhaenyra truly not come around to her baby sister?” she asks with a amused smirk.

“No, nothing we do has helped as of yet. We’ve tries stories, games, walks, picnics, even going to the Dragon pit so Rhaenyra can show her Syrax, but that only ended in her throwing a tantrum and getting on Syrax, only coming down once we’ve left.” I say disappointedly, and I must sound truly pathetic, cause Rhaenys reaches over and holds my hand.

She hums in understanding and sympathy. Rhaenys has always been a woman of few words, never seeing the point in hiding ones true thoughts in words, preferring to speak plainly or not at all. I quite enjoy this as you always know what she’s saying is the truth, it’s the main reason she’s my favorite out of my cousins. 

“Well, I cannot say Laena will be here all the time, but I suppose the children and I would like to be closer to Corlys.” She says smiling as you and Laena chase each other, her running away laughing and you crawling after her giggling. “Besides a child needs a friend close in age to them.” she says as we both watch chuckling at you two. 

“I feel a life long friendship in their future, don’t you agree?” she says looking at me. All I can do is nod and smile. My little girl will have a friend for life in the little Velaryon.

109 ac Dragonstone

Your pov 

Me and Laena run out of the feast together, it’s my sisters nameday party and she demanded it be held at this place…Dragonpot? My sister doesn’t seem to like me very much, so me and Laena decided to look for dragons. We heard this place has LOTS of them, I mean it’s called Dragonpot for a reason, right?

“Laena it’s raining! Are you sure this is a good idea? I ask as she drags me out of the castle and into the rain. “Oh it’ll be fine! Stop being a worry wart! You want a dragon or not? This is our chance, might be the only we get!” Laena says back, to which I nod and follow after her towards the beach. The wind is so harsh we’re holding onto each other to stay standing, and our hair is perpetually in our faces. Because of these things we don’t notice the two dragons in front of us, well not until we hear the growls. We both push our hair back and look up at the two dragons, one white as snow and the other a slate grey. The white one is eating a pile of fish, while the other has two dead horses in front of it. 

“Um, maybe I was wrong, I don’t think this is a good idea anymore.” Laena says as we stand frozen in front of the dragons. “What are you on about, they won’t hurt us!” I say matter of factly. Caraxes never hurts me, in fact he doesn’t seem to like people around me not even my Kepus. “Watch Laena, you just walk up and pet them and then they make happy clicky sounds.” I say confidently as I walk forward smiling as I reach out to pet the white one. Laena keeps calling my name and the wind must be bad cause I hear other people calling for us too, but that can’t be true cause they’re all inside for my sisters nameday.

The white one growls abit but once i touch it, the growling stops and almost seems shocked. “Whoa that’s it? I’m gonna try.” Laena says as she runs over to the other dragon. Laena reaches out to touch the other one but it snaps at her, she frowns and yells at it. “Stop being a meanie! I will pet you!” which seems to surprise the dragon enough for her to touch it an start petting.

By this point there is no denying people are calling for us. I turn around and see mine and Laenas Mamas, Papas, Laena’s brother, my sister, Ali, and my Kepus. The Only ones who seem to be moving closer though is Laenas Mama and my Kepus. “Kepus I got a dragon!” I yell to him which catches Laenas attention and she yells to her Mama. “look Mommy, I got one too!” 

“Yes, yes we see now get over here right now!” Kepus yells at us which shocks me cause he’s never yelled at me, not once. We look at our dragons sadly before running over to them. “Dont ever scare me like that again! Do you understand!” Kepus yells and I nod trying not to cry.

Once we get in and they have us in our nightdresses and covered in furs our parents and my Kepus sit us by the fire and stare down at us. “What in the seven hells were you two thinking? Running out in a storm like this to hunt down dragons!” Laenas Papa yells as we hang our heads as we cry from their disappointment.

“You guys said this place has lots of dragons, we just wanted ones of our own. So I can be like Mama and she can be like her Kepus.” Laena sobs out and I nod my head in agreement. “Yes well did you two need to be stormchasers as well? Those damned dragons seem to agree with you on this being wonderful weather to be outside!” Laenas Papa keeps going. We hear a silent ‘my love.’ and he just sighs and sits in a chair hanging his head in his hands.    

“We understand you wanted dragons darling, but you scared us greatly running off like that in a storm. Let alone what those dragons are. Laena you claimed Mongrel and you claimed-” But I cut off Laenas Mama. “I claimed Stormchaser.” I say confidently as my Kepus bends down to wipe my tears away. 

“Is that what we’re calling him?” Kepus asks, to which I make a face. “It’s not a boy Kepus, it’s girl!” I say resolutely, which seems to have amused him as he chuckles and ruffles my hair. “How silly of me, sweetling. Of course it’s a girl.” 

That was the day Laena and I became dragon riders, and our friendship solidified.

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hi i love your gregor fic!!! i have a request if that’s cool, so ya know how rhaenyra and daemon snuck out and went to flea bottom and to the brothel in hotd, welll i was thinking princess!reader and gregor her guard they sneak off and go into a brothel and ykyk!! then like the next day, someone goes to the queen and small council to tell them the rumors and sandor is just like in the corner 🤨🫢🫨

Tarnishment

Gregor Clegane x Baratheon Princess! Reader

NSFW!!

Any and all characters depicted in NSFW pieces are of legal age.All characters are also consenting (Unless specificed by piece)

CONTENT: SMUT- Nudity, fingering, climbing the Mountain (obviously), assumed! Murder, canon compliant! Sex work (prostitutes, brothels etc), mentions of alcohol (mostly wine), implied! Infidelity (Baratheon Princess does it Nyra style)

Delicious smut underneath the cut

Greggie C, Big Bob and the Lannisters are all their own individual warnings.

Word Count: 3.6K

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Holy frickle frackle mackrel I genuinely loved writing this so much- WHY do you all how so many good ideas OH MY LORD.

Thank you so much for this, we are all sluts for Greggie now. Gods be good.

I'm trying to get through my requests, but soon we'll have lil sprinklings of things- I've got another Ramsay and a very special surprise fic (hold your excitement) lined up for y'all once I'm done my requests.

Live, Laugh, Gregor Clegane.

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Tarish (verb): To compromise, damage, soil or sully.

When your mother bears you a little brother, at the grand age of seven, you are old enough to understand that your importance has dropped significantly. You were never going to be heir to the throne, not whilst your father has two living brothers, but there is still a general sense that you are no longer as necessary to the Baratheon lineage, not now little baby Joffrey has a golden cradle, with yellow hair to match. 

Your father doesn’t care much for Joffrey, or Tommen, or Myrcella. You don’t think he cares for much besides wine and whores and hunting down animals in the Godswood. He calls your siblings the ‘Lion Pups’, a secret joke between the two of you. They could pass as pure Lannisters, with their slim figures and golden hair, but you? You are your father’s Baratheon princess, and you are his most favourite. 

After your first blood, and, coincidentally enough, Joffrey’s fourth nameday, your father decides you should each have a member of the Kingsguard to take care of you. The crown prince is now too old to need a nurse, and you are a fertile little lady- The phrasing makes you cringe- You need protection from debauchery, as your mother says. You wonder if the world is truly so terrible that a man could desire you.  

Cersei wants to give you the Hound, but you are far too good for Sandor Clegane, the Burned Knight. So you get his brother, the Mountain, and already you know why the men shiver when they see him, and why women hide their babies. Joffrey is given over to Sandor, to your mother’s dismay. 

And so, it begins. You attend your lessons on the back of a Mountain, you watch him fight and train as you sew, and when you go into town you are permitted to stray into the markets and shops, with your personal guard barely a foot behind. You remind yourself you have more freedoms than any princess when you receive another scolding from your mother, when you long to attend the hunts. 

You are an affectionate person, Cersei knows that, but even she grows suspicious at how close Gregor has gotten to you. He carries you places as though you are his bride, as though you could not walk without him, and whispers begin of your behaviour in private being far less innocent. But, there is no evidence.  

Summer is a privilege and a pain all at the same time. The palace is hot, and sticky, as are you. Even with the soft breezes of night, the warmth hides not so far away. If anyone were to see you, they’d find you most indecent. Your nightdress is short, and covers just enough of your cleavage that your nipples are not exposed. If you jumped, or did anything other than walk a few slow paces, you aren’t sure they wouldn’t be. 

“Alright, Princess?”

You hadn’t realised Gregor was standing there. You are too hot and too bored to do anything more than feel a bit sorry for yourself. He knows that. 

The response you give is somewhere between a groan and a grunt, it makes him laugh. You like to make him laugh, it reminds you he isn’t just the big, scary Mountain you see in his armour. Which you suddenly realise he isn’t wearing. 

Your Mountain is dressed in a tunic, a red one- Lannister, obviously- And you aren’t sure you’ve ever seen him without his armour. But then, you suppose he isn’t off duty very much, his duties are very much full-time.

“Mh- What are you wearing?”

Gregor moves closer, throwing something light upon your bed,

“Goin’ out. Get dressed.”

He pulls you out of bed, an action which reminds you of your nurses doing the same. The man pulls your nightdress up for you, pulling a simple dress more suited for one of the staff over you, and a cloak on the top. 

“Thank Dana downstairs, she’s letting you borrow it.”

“Did you steal a dress?”

You are granted a shrug in response, you assume that means a yes. 

Though Gregor is not easily disguised, there are plenty of ladies in the Keep with your hair colour and figure. You could just as easily be a whore as you are a princess, and that delights you. 

The courtyard is dark and empty, no-one wants to venture out this late, not anyone who cares about their reputation, at least. The Street of Silk, and her sister streets, will all be bustling with off-duty guards, and whoever else feels the need for company. The guards stationed at the gates assume the same of Gregor when he passes, you think.

“Who’s watching the princess?”

Your heart jumps, you cling onto him almost suspiciously tightly, and you know that they notice.

“Do you think I care about the fucking duty board? Check yourself if you’re that bothered.”

The other scoffs at that, and you feel him jab your shoulder,

“Something wrong with your whore?”

“Don’t know, just taking her back.”

Gregor lifts you up, you hide your face in his shoulder. The guards let you pass, and once you are reasonably away from the Keep, he puts you back down.

“Arseholes.” The man looks back, keeping you close, “let’s have some fun, eh? I know the place.”

King's Landing is a seedy place, you know that even in the day, but at night, it ignites. The streets are filled with lust and shamelessness, you wonder if your septa might die at the sight of it. Whores line the streets, and you can tell which are the newer, poorer ones, and which of the women come from ‘respectable’ houses. He leads you through the Street of Silk, you know it even without any markers, from the drunk men lying against the walls, or on the ground, and you are frightened. 

You see no silk, you see blood and piss and far too much of other women, but that is all.  

The place he leads you to is clean, at least, and reasonably unassuming. There are candles and flowers outside, you wonder if this brothel is one of the higher-end ones, or if inside it is double as bad as the streets. 

You are sat neatly on a cushioned bench, and ladies bring you drink. Wines, and ales and other alcohols you have neither heard about nor tasted. You see them giggle to themselves, and you realise that your disguise is poor. They all know the Baratheon princess has graced their presence. It will have some impact on you later, the thought crosses your mind as Gregor tilts your third cup of wine down your throat, when one of them is offered a pretty gold coin in exchange for all of your secrets. 

But, you do not care. You are allowed to have fun, even if your idea of fun stems past the gossiping, and the sewing your mother would like you to do. 

“Gods-”

You are drawn from your thoughts by Gregor, who sets another cup down on the table,

“You Baratheons really can drink, Princess, that’s your fifth tonight.”

Sure enough, the cup in your hand has four identical siblings, strewn about in various positions across the table, and one on the floor. The man shakes his head.

“Well, how many have you had?”

“Don’t take wine. Woman’s drink.”

When the music begins, you aren’t truly sure if it’s real, or if your alcohol-addled mind has simply hallucinated it to entertain you; but Gregor shuffles his huge form over, and puts an arm around your waist, glancing occasionally to the platform in front of you, so you assume it to be real. 

The women who wear any clothes wear barely any at all. They dance with feathers, and pretty shiny things- Baubles and bells, which jingle with every step they take. Some have silver hair, Targaryen hair, and you are reminded that even though their fiery blood has faded out, given your father’s proclivity for murdering them, some men still want to tame the dragon. They wink, and they gasp, and they moan, as though their dancing is the most exciting thing they could have ever done. Some of the men- For it is all men- Jeer, they call them whores, and other words you can’t imagine anyone else repeating. It makes Gregor laugh, and for once you aren’t so sure if you like that. He notices, pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead.

“We’ll go to our room in a bit, yeah? You’ll like that.”

Not entirely sure what he means, you nod anyway. 

The dancers end in a puff of smoke and incense, you pretend not to notice as they slip away, with one, or two, or even three men chasing after them. You wonder if three men could even fit inside the one woman, and your mind brings you to unsavoury places. 

You don’t feel particularly drunk, the wine must have been watered down, but still, Gregor lifts you up to take you further into the brothel. The noises are no less than sinful- Groans, and cries and the screams of men as they finish themselves off. You hear names, whispered into the night, and the whores run to and from their entertainment rooms, in various states of blush and undress. Most are nude. 

The room you are brought to is right at the top of the brothel, where the Madame keeps her office, and her favourite pets. It is clean, and scented by the flowers about the place. The bed itself, for there is always a bed, is covered in soft pink curtains, pulled back and tied with silver ribbon. There are no windows, and no fireplace. 

“Only the best for the princess, eh? You’re lucky I did the Madame a favour.”

He has already pulled off his tunic, and sits upon the bed, pulling you onto him so your legs wrap around his waist,

“What did you do?”

“Killed her husband.”

You look up at him, pouting slightly.

“Why?”

“Because-” In an instant, his great body is atop of you, and you are slammed against the fabric of the bed. The thing itself creaks. “Your grandfather told me to.”

Gregor’s lips find your neck, his facial hair tickles against the skin, and you let yourself laugh,

“And you do everything the great Lord Tywin tells you to?”

The response you get is a grunt, and a squeal from your own lips when he pulls you closer toward him. You gain a kiss upon the lips for this intrusion. 

“I do whilst I’ve his pretty granddaughter in a whorehouse.”

As he continues to put kisses on your exposed skin, travelling almost as low as your breast, you suddenly realise you’ve found yourself in an unusual position of power. In a whorehouse, on your back, with a man double your weight and at least a foot taller than you upon you. This is the power your mother has told you a woman holds. 

“His pretty granddaughter, your princess. You should be serving me.”

You tilt your head away so he cannot see the smile which graces your face. He merely hums, near thoughtfully. Once again, you are lifted from below him, and put back on the throne you’ve made from his thighs. 

“How does my princess want served, then?”

His free hand finds yours, and you play with it like a child might a shiny thing they find upon the pavement. 

“Your fingers.”

“Aye, that’s a good plan,” He shakes his hand free from yours with little effort, it joins with the other at the small of your back, and poor Dana’s dress is torn to rags, leaving you in your little nightdress, the front having been pulled down completely, exposing your breasts to him. He says nothing. “Better get you prepared first, can’t bring you back split like a chicken, can I?” 

“Are you… that big?”

Your eyes widen at your own speech, how utterly unashamed you can be. There is little more you can do to sully your reputation at this point than to actually have the man inside of you, and you aren’t completely sure you won’t. But he finds some amusement in your words, grasping you gently, pulling you closer toward him.

“All of me is big, Princess.”

He is right, his hands are each the size of your face, if not bigger. His height is something known and feared by every man, woman and child in the Seven Kingdoms, and you sit delicately on his lap, growing increasingly excited by the ideas of what he might do to you.

One of those big hands grazes your bare arse underneath your nightdress, even the gentlest squeeze, with his strength, turns into a reasonably harsh pinch. You squeak, 

“Ow!”

Gregor tuts, 

“If that hurts you, Princess, I doubt you’re ready for the next bit.”

It travels back down, across your thigh, and sets itself, with the amount of grace you expect from Gregor, just shy of your cunt. He helps you settle in a more comfortable position, and pushes his middle finger into you. It hurts, even his fingers are enormous, far greater than your own, but it feels wonderful. You must be whimpering, because he shushes you with kisses, moving slowly and carefully, not daring to give you another one.

A second has you sobbing, quietly begging for him to stop. He won’t, you know that, and most of you doesn’t want him to.

By the time he considers you ‘adequately prepared’, you are hardly sure of your own name, let alone anything more complicated. You are covered in sweat, a scarlet blush across your whole face, and an overwhelming sense that you should probably be quite ashamed of yourself.

Gregor sets you down from his lap, onto the bed. You hope the night’s activities aren’t over, you do so want what you were certain he’d give you. He seems to notice, a smile graces his face.

“Just a minute, Princess,” He sounds almost scolding, like a schoolmaster, “Can’t fuck you dressed, can I?”

“I… Suppose not, no.”

Whilst you still have some shred of dignity, even if your nightdress clings to the sweat on your skin, and leaves next to nothing to anyone’s imagination, Gregor strips himself down to his entirety. Every scar, every muscle of his is completely visible, and something about it completely delights you. 

He almost laughs at how you gawk at him, eyes flicking between his legs, trying desperately not to show him you are, in fact, staring.

“Never seen a cock before?”

“Not… One I’m not directly related to, no.”

You are scooped back into his arms, onto your throne of flesh. Your Mountain bounces you just slightly, and you recall a nurse of yours doing the exact same thing at some point in your life. There is something oddly comforting about it.

He expects you to squeal and cry when it begins, when he pushes himself into you. And you do, just a little. There is a pressure you cannot quite explain, something eats at you from inside out, and your eyes fill up with pretty tears. He is there to make it better, of course, it is his duty to protect you.

Gregor is not the type of man to praise his woman, and he doesn’t. Not in words, at least. You cling to him, wrapped around his neck and whimpering into his shoulder, and he runs a hand up your clothed back in long, soothing motions. It does little to actually comfort you, but the thought behind it is nice. You are glad it’s this, and not the horror stories you’ve heard about your sworn guardian.

You know, in very limited detail, how a woman is supposed to give herself up to a man. You had thought it would hurt- That he would be rough, and you look down to see no blood, nor much of anything, his cock is hidden by the skirts of your nightdress. You wonder if that is enough to hide your sin from the gods.

“Alright, Princess?”

You cannot even look up to see his face, and you don’t know he’d want you to. Tears stream freely from your eyes, and all of you feels heavy, tired. You hope he’ll carry you back home. 

“Nearly.”

The break in his voice does not escape you. At least you know what’s to happen.

And slowly, carefully, his hand on your back finds your thigh, and the one on your thigh crawls between your legs. You are already prepared, already overwhelmed, and just the slightest touch is enough to set you off again,

“Hold off, Princess,” Had you the strength, you would beg him not to stop. Thankfully, he doesn’t, “Just one minute.”

And you try, but it is just too much for you to handle. You attempt to tell him, to give him some warning, but he knows.

He comes with a great roar, something that makes you jump. Gregor holds you tight enough to bruise, a reminder of his power, of how vulnerable you actually are, but you hardly care. 

Despite the very obvious plug between your legs, his seed still seeps out of you, onto your nice nightdress, onto him. You hadn’t thought it’d be so messy, but it does make some sense. You mutter something unintelligible, and he kisses your forehead. The world is good, and you wonder if anyone would find out should you make this a regular occurrence.

You awake the next morning in a different, more sensible nightdress. You smell clean, like lavender soap, like he’s had one of your ladies bathe you at some point. One enters with a breakfast tray, as per usual, and you pretend not to notice how she avoids your gaze. The two who help you dress are as chatty as usual. The older woman is as bubbly as ever, and her little assistant couldn’t frighten a sparrow if she wanted.

Gregor is usually standing outside when you emerge in the mornings. Today, it is Ser Meryn Trant. Not unusual, and nothing for concern; you assume Gregor has come down with a headache again. He suffers from them quite frequently, especially so in the hottest months.

Neither of you say anything, not until you’ve crawled down the steps and gotten to the throne room. Your muscles still ache, and your legs feel strange to walk upon, a night of being bent and thrown in any direction.

Tywin and Cersei are on either side of the throne; your mother sits, your grandfather stands. Your brother is tactfully in the corner, with his dog behind him. And the way Sandor looks at you, with undisguised disgust, you realise- they know.

Tywin’s face is still, your mother looks as though she might boil up at any given moment. The throne is empty, and you wonder where your father has gone.

“Princess,” It is Varys who speaks. Your mother’s little songbird, with nothing better to do than scour the kingdom for rumour, “We had heard some… rumours regarding your activities last night with Ser Gregor.”

You realise, this is your time to shine. You have always been dramatic, always good at making up little stories. You can fool your grandfather, you’ve always been able to. And if Lord Tywin is convinced, the rest of them shall follow; no-one doubts the Hand.

“W-What rumours, my lord?”

Cersei rolls her eyes. Your mother stands, moving down from the raised steps of the throne, facing you,

“You know what rumours. You were seen in a brothel last night, far past the time you should have been abed, and he carried you back half-naked. Do you deny it, Daughter?”

“I…”

You look between those in the throne room: your brother in the corner, his dog avoiding your gaze; Varys, and Littlefinger, your mother. Your gaze lands on Ser Meryn.

“Ser Gregor does not guard me at night.” You look at your grandfather, a sudden realisation coming upon you. “He is my personal guard, Grandfather, the Kingsguard have night duty. He needs to be rested for the day.”

Cersei flicks her head to Tywin, who appears to be thinking quite deeply,

“That is true, Ser Gregor has yet to be granted the white cloak.”

“Do you doubt my virtue, Grandfather? You know I would not lie on such matters, I am a princess, not a tavern wench.”

And he sighs, and you know that you’ve won him over,

“It is possible Ser Gregor entertained a woman of a- Similar appearance. The princess is not so foolish as to risk rumours of her purity, unlike some.”

A comment about your mother. You see Sandor smirk at it.

You are returned back to your bedchamber, and go about your day. The rumours are put aside, and it is decided that Gregor entertained a whore that night, no matter what anyone claims. There are plenty of men who take silver-haired whores as Targaryens, after all, there is hardly a difference with the new line of regency. 

Later, you are put in front of your father after supper. He’s heard, of course, through Varys, or Tywin or Cersei, or all of the above. Not that it matters.

Robert is arse-deep in his cups, and he doesn’t show any sign of stopping. Your father wraps one of his great hands around your shoulders,

“Did you fuck him, then?”

And there is no answer you can give him but the truth.

“Aye, Father, I did.”

Robert spends the rest of the evening laughing uncontrollably, getting suitably drunk. Your nights with Gregor confine themselves to your rooms, or to a variety of places where a princess would not be so out of place. Everyone knows, and no one says a word. And one day, when your husband of a cushy, lordly house gives you child after child, no one shall say a word when they each emerge taller than the next, when their resemblance is shockingly similar to your personal guard, and not their supposed father.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Yan!Daemon T. NSFW A-Z

(I couldn’t resist, I needed to make this, this was one of the most requested things I’ve ever had so I hope that you love it!)

A stands for AFFECTION: how would they show affection?

•Daemon shows affection through physical touch, he always wants to be touching you in some way whether that’s with his arm around your waist, you sat across his lap (which is a near constant position for him to put you in) or possibly just as simple as holding your hand

B stands for BLOODY: how bloody are they willing to get for their object of obsession?

•As bloody as physically possible!

•Daemon will protect you with everything he has and the idea of getting bloody will not deter him for a moment. You had better hope that blood doesn’t make you sick to see or smell because with how often Daemon believes (true or not) that men are flirting with his Princess, there’s going to be a lot of bloodstains on his clothes…and yours

C stands for CRUELTY: would they ever hurt their object of obsession?

•If you push Daemon too far he can get violent with anyone

•He would never harm you the way he harms other people, however you are in no way exempt from his rage

D stands for DARLING: would they cross their object of obsession’s limits?

•If you try and keep yourself from him then yes, he will absolutely cross any limit he believes he needs to. You are Daemons wife and that means you will perform the duties of a wife as you are meant to as long as you are healthy and strong enough to do so

E stands for EXPOSED: how much do they expose their own feelings to their object of obsession?

•Daemon is actually quite open with you about his feelings in your marital bed, which is really the only place he is willing to talk about anything personal or private

•He actually surprises you a bit with how open he is with you on your wedding night. After your third round he snuggled you to his chest to allow you a break and he began talking, ending up telling you quite a lot about himself for much longer than you expected

F stands for FIGHT: how would they react to their object of obsession fighting back?

•Daemon would find it comical to see his cute little wife fighting back

•He will happily pin you down and fuck the fight right out of you for as long as he needs to

G stands for GAME: do they think this is just a game?

•Daemon does not play games in any facet of his life (unless he’s teasing assholes/idiots like Otto Hightower or Gerold Royce), certainly not in his marriage

H stands for HELL: what would be their object of obsession’s worst experience with them?

•The worst experience you have with Daemon is when you make the mistake of spending the afternoon that he is out for a ride on Caraxes with an old friend that you hadn’t seen in a long time

•That afternoon was spent in the library getting to know each other all over again, however as he walked you back towards your rooms for the evening, you ran into your husband who did not like you in the company of another man

•Daemon, being Daemon, would not listen to reason and that night your husband took you while covered in the blood of your friend, covering you in his warm, sticky blood while his corpse laid 10 feet away from your bed with his eyes open and unseeing

•Strangely enough, Daemon was happy to comfort you from the nightmares that you suffered for months after the incident

I stands for IDEAL: what are their plans for their object of obsession?

•Daemons plan is to breed you full of as many babies as physically possible

•He plans to fill you with an entire litter of Targaryen babies which is why he spends so much time fucking your cunt as full as he possibly can

J stands for JEALOUSY: how they react when jealous? Do they get jealous?

•110% he does!

•You learned on your wedding day that Daemon was a jealous man when you made the mistake of accepting the proposal to dance from a Lannister

•Growing up your mother always taught you to never turn down a request to dance but as you stood behind your husband while he was crouched over the Lion bashing his head in with a wine goblet from the Kings table, you quickly learned that your husband did not want other men to touch you in any way whatsoever

K stands for KINDNESS: how they act around their object of obsession?

•Daemon is a sweet, loving man…to you and you alone

•No one else should or does expect that kind of treatment from Daemon. The only other people you have hope for are your children since the second you became pregnant Daemon was somehow even more protective of you

•He spends hours every day touching and rubbing your belly, talking to the babies at night in your bed after he has finished fucking you for the evening

•’I want to be sure that they know who I am when they’re born. They’ll know you, you’re their mother but should they not like me I do not know what I would do.’ It was a rare moment of vulnerability that Daemon was showing, something he only did with you.

‘Of course they will know you, my Dragon. You are their father, their protector and they will absolutely adore you!’ You assured him, not liking to see your confident, cocky husband in any kind of self doubting mind set.

‘You always know what to say to calm my nerves…I’m going to keep speaking to them though, just in case.’

L stands for LOVE LETTER: how would they approach their object of obsession?

•You found out about Daemons interest the day that you were told you would be marrying the Targaryen prince

•It had only just been announced that his lady wife had passed tragically in a riding accident and then suddenly your father was telling you that the Prince had all but demanded your hand in marriage and your father had no choice but to say yes (not that he would have said anything else)

M stands for MASK: how different are their public persona from their true selves?

•Daemon isn’t the type of person to hide who he is, what you see is what you get

•He is just as cocky, sarcastic and angry behind closed doors as he is in public when someone upsets him, the only difference is a soft side with his wife and babies where no one else can see

N stands for NAUGHTY: how would they punish their object of obsession?

•If Daemon has to punish you he prefers to lock you in your chambers until you settle down, he doesn’t want to hurt you, but if he has to then you will find it impossible to sit down for a long time

O stands for OPPRESSION: how many rights would they take from their object of obsession?

•You can still do most things, but if you want to go out then you must ask him first

•Being around other men is the only big difference, Daemon doesn’t even want you around your own male family members lest they have an unhealthy obsession with his beautiful wife

P stands for PATIENCE: how patient are they with their object of obsession?

•The man has zero patience and zero chill. None.

Q stands for QUIT: if their object of obsession died or escaped, would they ever be able to move on?

•Died: Daemon would genuinely be torn up about your death and he would have a hard time being close to the child that you brought into the world before dying on the birthing bed

•Escaped: You would never get beyond the front gate and if you did you would be corralled by an angry Blood Worm Dragon blocking your way so escape wasn’t worth the hassle

R stands for REGRET: would they ever regret harming their object of obsession? Would they ever let them go?

•He will never let you go however, every once in a while he will regret harming you when he lets his anger get the best of him, making up for it in his own way by bringing you gifts or taking you for an evening flight (which he knows is your favorite)

S stands for STIGMA: what made their yandere tendencies bloom?

•The moment he saw you he went to the Vale and murdered his wife to ensure no one (the King) could tell him that he could not have you

•He demanded your hand right after and Viserys said he would have to wait at least a week out of respect and to not seem suspicious before he “asked your hand” despite the fact that everyone knew it was no question, you would be his one way or another and the ‘permission’ just determined whether your father needed to die first

T stands for TEARS: how would they react to their object of obsession crying/breaking?

•Daemon hates your tears and when you break down and cry, that is usually the moment he knows that he’s gone too far

•Your husband is the first person to comfort you, especially during your nightmares (that he caused) as he hates seeing you sad or scared

U stands for UNIQUE: something different they would do compared to others yanderes.

•Daemon would often have Caraxes eat whatever man he suspected had an interest in his wife

•He would also leave you with Caraxes when he had business to attend to, knowing Caraxes had taken a liking to you and would viciously protect you (especially when pregnant), the Dragon loving you quite a lot and enjoying the scratches you gave him when he was ordered to protect you. He had killed countless men and women for getting too close while he was on guard (whether they meant you harm or not)

V stands for VICE: what weakness their object of obsession could use against them?

•All you had to do is point and someone is dead

•Also if you want Daemon to be soft and sweet, all you need to do is come up with a ‘reason’ to cry, it was the one thing your husband genuinely could not handle seeing

W stands for WIT’S END: would they hurt their object of obsession?

•Never in any way that would have a lasting impact on you

•Locking you in your chambers wasn’t something that ‘hurt you’ and the only pain Daemon ever caused you physically was when you disobeyed him or questioned/challenged his authority in front of others, and even then it was only blistering your ass (which he would then soothe with creams that he had gotten from the maester once you had truly apologized)

X stands for XOANON: would they worship their object of obsession?

•Daemon is obsessed with you, worship is the word most people would use to describe how he looks at you

•Worship actually didn’t quite capture the true feeling once you had announced your first pregnancy to him and the court, he very nearly fucked you right there in front of the King and the Court, his protective streak instantly growing x10 which no one would have thought possible until they witnessed it

Y stands for YEARN: how long would they pine after their object of obsession before they snap?

•Daemon did not ‘pine’ at all

•The moment he met you he decided that you would be his and since your father was actively looking for a husband for you, he immediately took himself to the Vale and ensured the death of his lady wife Rhea Royce

•The only length of time that he waited was the allotted week that his brother ordered him to wait so that no one would think anything that happened had been Daemons doing, and during that week he had fed 3 different lords to Caraxes for daring to try and court you

Z stands for ZENITH: would they ever break their object of obsession?

•Daemon would not want to break you, he wants you to love him and eventually he does make that happen

•You did try to hold out and not fall for his charm, knowing that everyone around suspected that he had killed his wife to marry you so in a sense once you gave yourself over to the feeling of loving him you did ‘break’ in a way but who wouldn’t when they’re being worshipped and loved by a Targaryen Prince and his giant red dragon?

Daemon T. Masterlist

[themotherofblood]

Can I request a Daemyra X daughter reader. Readers really quiet and barely talks to anyone even her parents. So Daemon and Rhaenyra are suprised when she comes to them all hot and bothered babbling about sex and such. And she tells them she was reading in the library and found a book about masturbation or something and she tried to do it but it didn’t work.

Breastfeeding and of course mommy/daddy kink

heheh this one is so filthy, YALL did not hold back!! Just by description whoever is reading; you already know it’s taboo as fuck, I will post individual warnings under here. Istg if I get one single ask saying you are so disgusting. I going to wish you eternal diarrhea for life 🤍

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Dark!Daemyra Targaryen x Daughter!Reader

major tw: incest! infantilism, lactation kink/breastfeeding. major mdlg/ddlg vibes. lots of clit play (LIKE A LOT) squirting, kinda dubcon-ish, age gap and purity culture and aftercare because I’m not a monster

If this isn't your cup of tea, I have others, do not come at me :)

Rhaenyra had sat the court in her own chambers with her husband, Daemon looked behind her chair as they converted with their vassal lords at Dragonstone of politics and economical benefits and more mundane businesses of fixing toeholds and inkeeps. Their children undoubtedly had all been out dragon riding, all expect one. They were sure she was hidden somewhere deep in the libraries of Dragonstone.

You were one of true beauty, fathered by Daemon on some tavern wench; when he found out about your existence he had brought you back to Dragonstone as a babe after you had been legitimized by Viserys. A quiet mouse in the claws of dragons, a mere girl of eight and ten. You never said much or spoke over a whisper, an angel child with silver whisps of the Targaryen family. Rhaenyra had always been taken with you; her own children ran such a muck in her household that having one that sat still for hours at an end was a blessing by the gods.

“The Queen Alicent hopes to find a match for Lady Y/N,” The maester said hesitantly as he placed the parchment by Rhaenyra.

“Oh fuck that, she isn’t going anywhere.” Daemon barked.

Rhaenyra considered the possibility, you were old enough to be wed and yet she feared that your quiet demeanour would be squandered under the weight of a loveless marriage; Daemon was right, you could remain here where both Daemon and she could protect you. Such a sweet thing out in the world, it was cruel. The council dispersed as Rhaenyra lounged with a warm cloth on her swollen breasts, milk making them sore as baby Viserys had already been fed.

Then in walked Septa Marlow, her veiled face that remained pinched as always and her unkindly eyes looking furious as you- their sweet daughter followed behind with your eyes fixated on the ground.

“Your grace, your grace,” She offered her courtesies to both Rhaenyra and Daemon. It wasn't unusual for her to complain about the princess’s children. However your guilt-ridden face was a rare occurrence.

“What has happened?” Rhaenyra asked, looking to her teary eyed daughter.

“I had found the princess in the library reading- reading filth!” Septa Marlow hissed “Enganging in sin!”

“What sin?” Daemon perked up, rounding the table to lean against it

“Must- must I elaborate my prince?” Septa Marlow grew uncomfortable, fumbling to find words.

“You come in here, accusing my daughter of something. Speak it plainly then.” Daemon said, unimpressed at the the Septa’s chaste words

“She- she was coupling with herself.” Marlow looked as though she was ready to grace the gods. Rhaenyra’s eyes shot to you, tears of shame fell past your eyes as they remained fixated on the stone floor. You refused to look at your parents.

“Thank you for your report, leave us,” Rhaenyra commanded. The septa took her leave, closing the door behind her with a thud.

There was thick silence that followed, leaving the room in a delicate situation.

“Y/N, look at me.” Rhaenyra said, shuffling further into her seat. “What do you have to say for yourself.”

“I- I was looking for newer books,” You began stammering, your voice, as usual, was barely over a whisper “I couldn’t help it, I felt warm and the book said- I am sorry mother, I am sorry.” Your bottom lip wobbled as guilty tears coated your face.

Daemon’s eyes softened, looking at his little girl sobbing for apologies as if you had stolen candy, such a good girl and the poor thing had not a clue of why you felt what you felt. Daemon pointed to the vacant chair next to Rhaenyra for you to sit. You sniffled, still refusing to look at Daemon as you sat on the chair.

“You are growing sweet girl, it is only natural you feel such urges,” Rhaenyra cooed as she tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. Daemon knelt down to match your height, wiping at the tears coating your reddened cheeks

“No one shall punish my zaldrititos,” He said in attempt to stop your silent cries, you kept shuffling in your seat; yanking at your skirts and yet the fear- more so the discomfort from your face just wouldn’t fade “What is it, sweet girl?”

“I-it hurts,” You whispered as your eyes closed in shame again.

“What hurts?” Daemon asked once more, looking over your body to find any visible mark, if that hag of a Septa laid a punishment on you without him knowing; Caraxes was sure to have a fine meal for supper tonight.

“My- my...” You shuffled more, pulling at the skirts around your crotch, it was only then it dawned on Daemon before he looked back to his wife. His heart filled with fire for the girl’s frustrations.

“You didn't peak, did you zaldritos?” He said with adoration in his voice as he caressed your cheek. She looked up at him, teary-eyed and confused “That warmth in your belly like a sneeze stuck in your nose?” He watched as your eyes pondered his explanation before you shook her head.

Rhaenyra tutted behind him, “Oh, you poor thing.” She got up, offering his daughter her hand. You followed Rhaenyra as you were led into their bed chambers. She helped you onto their martial bed, your feet dangling of the edge as you fiddles with your fingers.

“Won’t you show us where it hurts?” Rhaenyra urged.

Daemon nearly felt his cock twitch in his breeches as his wife coaxed his daughter to rest against a mount of pillows. Daemon cleared his throat as he walked to the bed. His daughter’s eyes were nervously darting between him and Rhaenyra; your breath quickening as Rhaenyra pushed your pretty white sandals off.

“Good girl, just let mother take care of you,” Rhaenyra said in a sing song voice, she pushed your legs to the side; making you lift your hips to the bunch your skirts by your hip. Tears of embarrassment began to pour from your eyes yet again.

“Oh- that old hag didn’t even let you put your small clothes on,” Daemon shook his head, breath hitching as he looked right at the glistening mess in between your legs; he moved to kneel right by you as he urged Rhaenyra’s to console their daughter. “That does look painful.” He tutted.

Your pink bloom shielded by a dainty mound of white wisps, groomed to perfection to be a proper lady. He let a finger trail around your outer folds making you shudder. “Show kepa how you touched yourself.” He said stroking your inner thighs.

You nodded in disagreement, trying to hide your face at the crook of Rhaenyra’s neck as you sat flush between his wife’s legs.

“How are we to help you if you won’t show us sweet girl,” Rhaenyra kissed your temple as she guided your hands to your folds. “Be a good girl, show us.” Your dainty fingers began to hesitantly rub at her glistening petals.

You nearly wanted to be swallowed whole as you averted your gaze away from your kepa, small mewls and whimpers pouring from your lips that set both Rhaenyra and Daemon’s blood on fire. The frustration in their daughter's eyes grew further as your hips began to grind against your hand, a fruitless effort at best as your nimble fingers grew tired. He watched as her bottom lip wobbled again as angry tears began to flood at your eyes.

Daemon stopped your hand, his much larger one engulfing yours, fine little princess had not a clue about eliciting pleasures from one’s body.

“There is something wrong with me,” You whimpered to which Rhaenyra immediately differed.

“There is nothing wrong with our little girl, you just require a demonstration,” She cooed, reaching forward to wipe your tears. “Watch your father, he shall make it all better.”

Daemon made you stick two fingers out, your pointer and middle and gently placed them above where you had been caressing. You were confused until he pushed down on your fingers making you gasp, that’s where it was- the aching throb that bother you for hours as you read that God-forsaken book. Daemon smirked at your reaction as Rhaenyra placed more kisses at the side of your face

“Now gently begin again, darling.” Rhaenyra whispered in your ear.

“Yes, mommy,” You replied, much like as she taught you to write when you were little or took you dragon riding.

You began to rub the right circle above the please-inducing flesh, following the slow motions your father guided above your hands. Your toes curled, finding comfort in the gentle stroke on your arm and legs by three hands. You bit your lip hard to muffle the moans threatening to rip through.

“Ah uh- let us hear them little girl,” Daemon reached forward to pull your lip from you teeth. “That feels much better, does it not.”

You eagerly nodded “So good daddy.” You squirmed in your mother’s hold.

Both Rhaenhra and Daemon took much leisure in hearing you moan and whimper for them, a girl that barely speaks a word to them was wantonly moaning and replying to every word they uttered to you. A subtle panic ran through your body as you get that warmth build in you belly again, for whatever awaited you on the other end never seemed to come to you. Both Daemon and Rhaenyra felt your body seize.

“You must soften your body, just as you relieve yourself in the morrow.” She said, rubbing at your arms. You free hand parting away to take ahold of something, Daemon reached forward, entangling your finger in between his.

“Let go, zaldritos- be a good girl,” He cooed, some string in your mind snapped over your father’s command and you felt the tingles trapped in your swollen nerves spread through your body as you shrieked. Daemon hand held onto your tight as your body shuddered through it pleasures.

You could feel yourself look back to consciousness where everything didn't sound so muffled; you could feel your kèpa petting your hair and your muña peppering kisses down your neck. You blinked your eyes open, still breathing heavily, a lazy smile spreading over your lips her your cheek burned in humiliation over how you came undone for them.

“Must have felt so good,” Rhaenyra hummed as she lifted your fingers to her mouth and suckled on them before letting Daemon savour your taste.

“Mhmm, such a glorious delicacy,” Your father cooed at you.

You felt him shuffle lower, his breath hitting your sensitive mound as your eyes shot open. “So sensitive,” He used his thumb to gently circle your peaking bud from its hiding. He pushed your folds further exposing the reddened bud to the known world. “Such a tiny thing giving you all that pleasure,” He tapped at the exposed bundle of nerves making your jerk against Rhaenyra’s hold.

Daemon looked up, giving you a hardened gaze of a warning. Your father wasn't a strict man, and yet you always wanted to please him. You followed the rules, you finished your meals whole and went to bed at a proper hour; you under no circumstances wanted to anger him.

He let out a cool blow of air from his lips right onto your nerve, making you dig your hands into the sheets to not flick away from him. “It still looks frustrated, does it not Rhaenyra?”

“Yes, yes it does.” She agreed with her husband, letting her soft fingers pad at your nerves, you pathetically whimpered at how sensitive you were but did nothing to fight her advance. She began rubbing circles at your clit once more as Daemon rested on his knees, watching your untouched weeping hold clench and relax over the ecstasy you were in.

“Is your muña making you feel good?” Daemon asked, his fingertips still caressing your legs.

“kessa...Kessa!” You shrieked as Rhaenyra began to rub at your nerves faster, your legs tightened trying to fight the oncoming surge of sensations. The overwhelming sensations again began to water your eyes as you clothed onto Rhaenyra’s arm for dear life.

“Ah...there it is- such a good little girl,” Rhaenyra praised as your cunt spasmed, your legs shaking as your peak consumed your being yet again.

Daemon’s fingers yet again found your cunt, spreading your lips apart to admire your quivering little num, his fingers flicked at the flesh as you still recovered from the aftershocks of your second peak, you fought against them this time; your pussy was unable to take any more of this torment. Daemon pointed at you.

“Kepa deserves a turn, does he not?” He cooed, you still squirmed under his hold trying to wriggle yourself free “Whether you want it or not little girl.”

“One more riñītsos,” Rhaenyra kissed your cheek.

“Daddy- I will die,” You exaggerated, frightened tears spilling from your eyes as the tingles running through your nerves became far too over powering

“You won't die silly girl, kepa and muña will never let you die.” Daemon chuckled, Rhaenyra pushed forward to his down your abdomen as Daemon clutched a tight hold under your knees as he prepared to feast on his babyslut’s cunt. That quivering red little rosebud just begging to be in his mouth. He spat on your cunt before latching himself directly onto your bundle of nerves.

This time you screamed, the loudest anyone might have ever heard you in your lifetime. Rhaenyra consoled you, pampering your skin with her lips as she whispered words of encouragement in your ear. Just as a mother specified its child, Rhaenyra pushed the fingers she used in your cunt in your mouth; muffling your desperate cries as you suckled on them; tasting the sweetish sour slick on her fingers.

Daemon pushed your hood out even further flicking his tongue right under the hood, making you cry louder “Aw riñītsos, is that the very tingly part, is kepa licking your sensitive bit?” Rhaenyra shuffled the top of your gown down, letting your perky breasts spill free. She rolled your hardened pebbles in between her spare fingers. It was far too much, you were going due, you were sure of it. You tummy hurt from his hard you were clenching.

Daemon wanted nothing more than to feel his fingers in your untouched velvety core, yet he wanted your maidenhead unspoiled; something he planned on claiming him on a later occasion. Perhaps your forthcoming name day, he would pamper you old day just so he could watch your little body sob underneath him.

Daemon tapped at you clit “So tingly all over,” He piped, mocking your tears before rolling the nub in his fingers “We are making you feel so good, what do obedient ladies say sweet girl? What's the word?” He gently pinched at the red nerve. You were trying to muster the word at the tip of tongue yet couldn't over the incessant mocking.

“Aw, my love- her little nub is so red, our princess is so sensitive isn't she.” She pinched your nipples harder.

“What the word zaldritos?” Daemon laid a spank on your mound making you scream out the word over your mother’s fingers

“Thank you, thank you- krimvose,” You sobbed,

“Good girl,” Both Daemon and Rhaemhra praised in unison as kepa began rubbing at you clit harder before latching himself on one last time.

“So many tingles- I know, a few more,” Rhaenyra held on tighter to your thrashing “Oh dear- there- oh look at the mess riñītsos!”

Your peak gushed all over the bed, coating Daemon’s mouth as your eyes rolled back. Your chest rapidly rises and falls. You were dying, you were sure of it. Daemon and Rhaenyra at both smiled at each other triumphantly as their parental instincts took over.

Daemon lifted his tunic off his body, using it to wipe at your drenched thighs and mound and helping Rhaenyra off the bed and onto her cushioned arm chair before gently placing you onto her lap. He wrapped the two of your with a blanket before yanking the wet sheet of their bed and crumpling it to the floor.

Servants began to pour in to find a perfect picture of a family where a daughter took comfort in her mother’s arms before bed and the father readied himself for bed. He had them rekindle the fire for you, even with dragon’s blood running in your veins you were some how always cold. Only once the servants took their leave, Daemon kneeled at your level as both him and Rhaenyra fussed with your gown.

“You were so good for us riñītsos,” He cooed as he helped you stand, he yanked once more on your gown; letting it pool by your feet.

You rested your weight against him as Rhaenyra ran a warm watered cloth against your body, she reached in between you legs to clean and you whimpered

“I know, sweet girl. Almost done.” She coaxed.

“From now on, whenever you feel the tingles. You come straight to us zaldritsos.” Daemon said as he caressed your head against his shoulder, you lazily nodded “Words, my girl.”

“Come to you for tingles.” You mumbled.

Once all was said and done, Rhaenyra found a solution for her swollen breasts as you regressed further, she freed a breast from her sleep shift, opening her arms out in bed for you to lay in. You lazily latched at her nipple as spurts of sweet milk filled your mouth, you hummed; hungrily drinking from her as Daemon undid the bed curtains before joining his girls in bed. He picked out a book; one of your favourites for him to read out for you.

That night you dozed in between you parents arms, tummy full of milk as your mother cuddled your bare body from one end and your father from another.

It was an unsaid rule, parents never pick a favourite child and yet it would be written in history that their riñītsos was definitely the golden girl.

[starogeorgina]

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Warnings: Violence

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.15

When you enter the dimly lit throne room, you see your mother sitting on the throne. It’s not until you get closer to her that you realize what she’s holding onto so tightly—a toy that was one of Lucery's favorites, which he gave to Gaemon to play with when he was older.

“Mother?”

Meeting your gaze, she stands tall; her eyes are glassy with unshed tears. She places the toys on the throne, then twists the rings in her fingers. “I am the queen of the seven kingdoms,” she says to herself more than you. “I suppose that will be the last time I ever sit upon this throne, as you are the new princess of Dragonstone.”

“And Jacaerys, its prince.”

Your mother's gaze is full of adoration as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It belongs to both of you, sweet girl. Not only is Jacaerys the realm's future king, but you're its queen.”

“Not for some time,” you squeeze her hand. “We have much to learn from you and Daemon. You have a long reign ahead of my queen.”

“I’m Vaoreznuni,” she whispers. “I should never have allowed you to be married to Aegon.”

“Don’t—”

“We don’t know what the gods hold in store for us in the future; I need to say this in case I don’t get the chance to.”

Your lower lip trembles at the thought of losing her.

“Once upon a time, me and Alicent were good friends, and I was foolish to think a marriage between our children would help mend the bridges and solidify an alliance between two halves of the same family. But if I had known how cruelly they would have treated you, I would never have allowed it.”

“Aegon is your half brother; you had no reason to suspect he would have turned into the person he is.”

“It was foolish for me to think Alicent wouldn’t pour honey into my siblings' ears. It should have always been Jacaerys.” In the moonlight, her fallen tears glisten. “I ask for your forgiveness, daughter, for subjecting you to years of torment at the hands of the greens.”

“No, I will not give you forgiveness, mother, because you do require it. None of the things that were done to me were in your hands; the only people who need to pay are the usurper and the dowager queen.”

“And pay they shall, sweet girl.”

—

“Soon as the war is over, we can bring our children home.” Jacaerys fingers tremble as he braids your hair in preparation for battle. One of your ladies could have done it but he insisted. It had taken Jace a couple of attempts to make sure your hair was tight enough that it wouldn’t fall out, but he had now gotten the hang of it. Nervously, he says, “Perhaps our daughters will let me braid their hair.”

It hurts to be away from your sweet babies.

“We will see them soon,” you reassure him. “The green army thinks of me as nothing other than a silly girl; they will fall right into our trap.”

Jace presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder and says, “They couldn’t be more wrong. One day they will sing songs of your beauty and bravery.”

You tilt your head to meet his gaze and smile. “Careful husband, any more compliments, and we may end up creating a sixth child instead of defeating our enemies.”

“Daemon will be our last babe for some time; I will not allow you to become sick again by falling pregnant again so soon.”

You toy with the ring on your fingers. Your new quarters had no trace of Targaryen or Velaryon heritage yet, and no evidence of your five children. “I wonder how big he has grown. I’ve written to Clara to ask how she and the children are, but I’ve not heard back yet.”

“She will have her hands full running around after our brood.”

Usually, you’d sing in high valyrian to your newborns, and it left a void knowing that you were missing out on such precious moments. Daemon wouldn’t even recognise the sound of your voice when you returned to Winterfell.

Jace finishes off the braid and steps back.

Seeing Jacaerys dressed for battle made your heart flutter. He looks so handsome—a warrior, a dragon rider, a true Targaryen prince. You’re so caught up in staring into his dark eyes that it takes you a moment to hear the commotion going on outside the bedchamber.

He offers you his hand and says, “We should go.”

—

Soaring above the green’s army base, Viserion screeches loudly, alerting them to the immediate danger of a dragon. You watch as the men scurry to grab hold of weapons as Viserion lowers to the ground, not too far from where the camp is based.

It doesn’t take long for Ser Criston to come galloping out of the tree line on the back of his horse, both wearing armor covered by green fabric with a golden three-headed dragon sigil.

Disgusting.

Ten knights follow closely behind, but you suspect they are deliberately staying out of your line of sight. You climb down and walk towards the knight, he seems surprised by your actions.

“Lyarra.”

“Criston.”

Viserion roars loudly, causing some of the knights to hesitantly raise their swords. The bite of steel is sharp against your arm, and a trickle of blood spills from where the sword has nipped your skin. “Why my arm and not my throat, kingmaker?”

Criston narrows his eyes. “The king has ordered for you to be kept alive and your face to remain unmarked.”

“Hmm.”

“You were a fool to come alone.”

In the blink of an eye, the smell of smoke fills the air, and the ground vibrates as a large part of the Green’s Army retreats on horseback. Criston lowers his swords and spins around, watching the men he was leading abandon him. Among the smoke and ash, Vermax appears, his olive scales and pale orange wing membranes darkened with soot.

“I’m no fool, Ser Criston, and not alone.” The two dragons roar and breathe fire at the same time, burning the tents and supplies of the green army. “I once said if you ever touched me again, I’d feed you to Viserion.”

Criston turns and gives you a murderous glare.

“But I’ve since changed my mind. I wouldn’t feed something so poisonous to my beloved dragon.”

You back away as a shadow begins to overtake the spot where you just stood as the ill-tempered dragon looms closer. Jacaerys holds his head high. “Dracarys, Vermax.”

The kingmaker is engulfed in flames.

Screams fill the air of men trying to flee and put as much distance between themselves and the dragons as possible.

Viserion lowers himself so you can mount him, and when he stands tall again, you are able to fully view Jacaerys. He had been struck with three arrows; his armor had protected him from two, but one of them had struck him in the thigh.

He attempts to soothe your fear. “I am fine, dear wife; now let’s go join our mother in taking the king's landing back.”

Prince Daemon and your mother had flown over the capital and were circling above Aegon’s high hill. Syrax would only land when it was safe to do so. Your grandsire’s fleet would be arriving at the east end of Blackwater Bay. While the dragon twins held fort at Dragonstone, where your youngest siblings remain, Lady Baela would keep watch of the island on the back of Moondancer, while Lady Rhaena would run the council inside.

Vermax and Viserion take to the sky, breathing fire as they fly in the direction of the red keep.

Sorry — Vaoreznuni

[lookforanewangle]

several sentences sunday/monday

I got so excited I actually wrote something for the first time in over a month I couldn't wait for tease tidbit tuesday or wip wednesday or whatever so here's a daemon snippet!! I wasn't tagged, I'm just going for it :] I'm sure I got tagged in something and forgot about it, so consider this a response to any tag games I've been tagged in I guess

this is a prequel to the actual fic I'm working on, and will all be from maddie's pov! she's eight, here, and her daemon, traxin, is still unsettled. this got kind of long, so the rest of this is under a cut

you can see the daemon lineups here

“Are you ready to meet your new brother?” Dad gets her settled in the chair before he moves to Mom’s side, his back to the rest of them. Her parents start to whisper, but Maddie puts her full attention on the babies being passed into her arms—her brother and his daemon—as the nurse helps to support his head. Traxin is fluttering with excitement as he perches on Maddie’s knee, eyes wide. Maddie feels the same. “What’s his name?” she asks the nurse. “Evan. Your parents’ daemons are still deciding on his daemon’s name.” She steps away to give them privacy, busying herself with nurse things Maddie isn’t interested in. Maddie only has eyes for Evan. “Hi Evan,” she croons. He’s quiet in her hold, sound asleep. Maddie wants to keep holding him forever.

“Can I?” Traxin asks, hopping a few times before flitting to her shoulder, head tilting back and forth as he takes in the babies in her arms. He shifts again, unable to keep his form in his excitement. His puppy stage is nearing not-a-puppy-anymore, and he nearly knocks her from the chair as he settles at her side, nose inching towards the daemon on Evan’s chest. “Can I, Maddie?” Traxin has never talked much, but Maddie doesn’t mind. It’s always interesting hearing what he has to say. This time makes her laugh. “She doesn’t even have a name yet,” Maddie reminds him, pressing him back with her elbow. She drops her voice to a whisper. “But soon, I think. We get to be the first.” “Oldest sibling rights,” Traxin says, smug. Maddie grins. That grin drops abruptly as snippets of conversation flit across the room. “You’ve seen me, the baby is as healthy as we hoped he’d be, now go stay with our son. He’s all alone—” “—only for a little while, he’s fine—” “What if something happens while you’re gone? We’re supposed to be helping him, Evan is supposed to—” “Margaret,” Phillip hisses. “Just go,” she snaps, “or I’ll go myself.” Maddie’s arms tighten around Evan. It was supposed to be her. She’d offered to stay with Daniel. “Mom…I—” “Just keep holding him, Maddie,” she says, eyes closing with exhaustion. Traxin pulls back, tucking himself half-behind Maddie with a breathy whine. Mom sighs. “Be a good girl and look after your brother.” Dad flashes Maddie a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes as he passes, Jarah trotting at his heels. It’s not very reassuring. Maddie’s eyes drift to Molin, desperate for some sort of comfort or something, anything to cut the tension in the room that feels thicker than the humidity. Molin stares back, eyes dark and unreadable. “Her name is Balaine,” he says, quiet. He stares at Maddie a moment more before tucking his beak under his wing. Then they’re alone. Maddie and Traxin and Evan and…and Balaine.

[writingsofwesteros]

I had a thought (because I'm obsessed with Corlys+Rhaenys having a third, and Helaena needs more love fr)

So it's pretty much agreed that the one recognized innocent green (in the eyes of the blacks) is Helaena, right? Imagine after blood and cheese, she doesn't take Jaehaera and run to Alicent's room, but down to the Dragon pits to Dreamfyre. She's upset and protecting her daughter, but she's still frazzled and not thinking straight. She just wants to feel safe, and nobody does that like Dreamfyre for her, so she mounts her dragon with her daughter and takes flight. Not going anywhere in particular, just away from it all. She's a dreamer, but she's still a mother. And none of them respect her, she's just an ever growing weird oddity to them, not understood. She knew she couldn't save her son, had been seeing it over and over, and been ignored when she tried to tell anyone about her dreams. But he can still try to keep Jaehaera safe, and the babe in her belly (Maelor, who I'm pissed they cut out of the show fr) is not going to have that ending, not like her boy. She just flies and flies, Jaehaera the only thing on her mind as she relives blood and cheese again, getting far from that place. Only... before she knows it, she's gone too far, too close to Dragonstone while lost in her grief and thoughts... and who meets her in the skies, but the same beast she tried to warn them about beneath the boards and was ignored still, Meleys. Only now, when Rhaenys sees that it's Dreamfyre, Helaena clinging to her, blood and tears on on her face and neck, her daughter holding to her chest for dear life... she stops. This is Helaena, she's a dragon dreamer. And the state she's in, there's no threat. But she knows Daemon, and the council, they'll just see a green. A Hightower. and throw her in the cells, or worse. So instead, she doesn't interfere, not yet, just flies alongside her, trying to catch Helaena's eye, but not wanting to add to her fear stricken face. Rhaenys is trying to put the puzzle pieces together, what happened to her sweet dear niece? Where is her son.. why is she here? Covered in blood and tears... her mind turning, making note that Daemon had disappeared and then reappeared without a word, and now this? Gods' what did he do or order done to Viserys' younger girl...

Helaena is truly scared now, she thinks she's going to be captured and gods know what by Rhaenyra, because who can blame her? Her whole life she's been told by her mother and grandfather and brothers that Rhaenyra will kill them all if on the throne, and after what just happened to Jaehaerys, she doesn't know what to do. But Rhaenys isn't doing anything to her... just... being there. Watching her. Trying to catch her eye. It's odd. She's not accustomed to it, people usually think her mad and do everything to avoid her gaze. Helaena's so lost in her thoughts and confusion and... linger of. Some feeling. She can't place. That she doesn't realize Rhaenys and Meleys have silently steered them away from Dragonstone, towards Driftmark. Until Rhaenys calls out her name, saying it's alright, she will be protected by her husband's guards until she sees Rhaenyra, she vows it on her father aemons memory, before dipping down, Meleys moving to land along the shore. Helaena is still afraid... but Rhaenys kept her from Dragonstone. From Daemon... and she doesn't want to go back to King's Landing... and she's so tired.. she takes a risk, and tells Dreamfyre to land... odd? Why does she have a sense of deja vu... she has been dreaming about the sea as of late...hmm...

POOR BABY GIRL!!!!!! The idea of Rhaenys and her dragon being a calming presence as they seek not to spook Helaena who cradles her love. She can hardly think at this moment never mind realise what is even happening.

She hardly remembers anything before waking up in an unknown room with soft covers over her that did not itch

[syndrossi]

resonant ch28 dvd commentary

Favorite line(s):

Daemon cradled him to his chest, rocking him as though doing so might take them back to his first moments of life, fresh from the womb and bellowing fury at the world. I was not there for his first breath. I cannot live to see his last.

Sobbed like an absolute mess writing Jon's death, but especially this part. Daemon already has so much bottled-up grief and regret over missing their childhood and infancy, there's something absolutely gutting about him rocking Jon in his arms, like the baby he never held, trying to coax life back into him, this twisted parallel to holding a stillborn child, life snuffed too soon.

And the despair at living to see that moment, at wanting to die before seeing it. (Only to "realize" later that the only way either of them could have died alone like that would have been if he weren't there to protect them.)

Favorite detail(s):

Probably all the hidden meaning and hints/clues scattered throughout the vision? I haven't seen anyone pick up on the bigger (in terms of revelatory rather than being obvious) ones yet, but they're there to read back over later and be like "ohhhh." Or to reread and see if you can tease them out!

One thing I thought about a lot, and wanted to remain consistent about, was the limitations of whoever is sending the visions. The only things they have "seen" is Jon and Rhaegar's deaths, though it's unclear how. (Did the candle extract them from Jon's nightmares? Did the sorcerers peer into their possible futures before stealing them away?)

So that means Baelon's and Aemon's deaths were not visions they could have constructed, they had to have come from somewhere else. Daemon was there for Baelon's death, so it's easy enough to recreate that from his memory. But where did Aemon's death come from? That's sort of the linchpin, if Daemon ever fully remembers the visions. Showing him his father's death doesn't mean Jon's and Rhaegar's deaths were anything other than illusions meant to manipulate him. But the details of Aemon's death felt very vivid, very accurate--if Daemon were to confirm that, he might be forced to accept the other visions.

(So...where did Aemon's death vision come from?)

Uuugh there's so much I want to talk about with the visions and the stuff just before/after the visions, but it risks getting spoilery. Best I can do is suggest that people read and reread the candle's/warlock's/sorcerer's words.

Favorite dynamic:

Oh no, this is hard to pick. I actually loved writing the first scene with Daemon and Viserys. The whole: "Am I one of your problems?" "Do you know how to be anything but?" exchange was another favorite of mine for its breathtaking sharpness, and Viserys's immediate regret afterward. Ironically, I thought that this scene might be one to soften people a bit toward Viserys, but the candle has worked its spell quite well, with most taking the candle's side on the matter.

Viserys is, on the surface, someone constantly getting in his own way, barely more than competent at his job on a good day, and he doesn't have many good days anymore. And he's trying to juggle the mess of the family politics/division on top of everything else, including the Volantis wrinkle and sudden prophecy children + uncertainty over what to do there other than hope Daemon can make more, preferably girls.

He seems like the architect of his own loneliness and isolation, but it's not just him. You have spiders like Otto who benefit from him being isolated and encourage it. Would Otto prefer that Viserys show obvious favoritism towards Aegon? Sure, it would help his case. But his hands-off approach means that Otto can mold Aegon and Aemond to the future he wants.

And then there's the chronic, pervasive pain and fatigue which sap his strength/will and make it easier not to fight. To not steel himself for the conflict of a family supper and instead take the dreamwine so that he can stop hurting for the day. When he's not drinking dreamwine, he's drinking wine, which has a similar numbing effect.

The greatest irony is that in this scene, we get Viserys entrusting various responsibilities to Daemon, a gesture that actually means something. He's letting Daemon choose tutors (usually the queen's job) and he's letting him lead the candle investigation (usually something he'd probably let Otto do). They're fumbling toward an understanding, with Daemon recognizing his loneliness and attempts at connection, and Viserys choosing to trust Daemon--

And then the candle sidles in, determined to nip that in the bud.

Runner up dynamic is the dynamic duo of the twins at the very end, triaging Daemon and prescribing immediate cuddles and a lullaby. Rhaegar is more accustomed to a despairing, inconsolable parent, so he's able to take the lead here. He's also uninjured, so he can be a little more acrobatic than poor Jon.

Quick hitters:

We get a softer, older version of the cut HOTD scene where Daemon tries to convince Viserys to fly off with him on adventures/conquest. Daemon these days just longs for connection with his brother, so it's the Giant's Toe he offers instead as a refuge, with its childhood memories.

Jon is SO GRUMPY that Daemon left them with two Kingsguard to prevent escape. And the Cargyll brothers, no less, who are the most vigilant to shenanigans!

Another runner-up fave line(s) that made me chortle writing them: "Tiresome could mean many things. Merely contemplating Lord Reyne’s existence, much less interacting with him, was tiresome."

It's clear that Daemon's more than a little entranced even before the candle lights up, which is similar to how Rhaegar can get when he's "hearing" it.

This little gut-punch from @cloud-harasser's ao3 comment: "I also love how Daemon carries a piece of Aemon with himself always and feels him everyday in a way when he does his braids. I bet seeing Daemon on Caraxes with his braided hair haunts Rhaenys when the light is just right."

The death that Daemon is least affected by is Baelon's, which is mostly because he was there for it, and it was slow and drawn-out. He had time to prepare and even make his peace with it. He never got that closure with Aemon.

Aemon promising to help Daemon find a dragon when he returned. Only his body came back, and Daemon got Caraxes, so he did fulfill his promise in a way that Daemon never would have wanted.

Daemon's best internal sense of the vision is that he died early, some possible rebellion rose that resulted in Jon's exile and Rhaegar later fighting in it. Their dragons were either taken from them or lost early.

If the twins were overprotective of Daemon before, we are about to see them take it to new heights...

[sunnyie-eve]

6. Forget Her

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Series: Devious Opportunity

Pairing: (Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!)

Word Count: 1.6k

Notes: Incest, feeling alone, mention of drinking

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At the moment, Celeste was watching Luke play with twins and their toys on the floor. Luke was the second person Dahlia loved to go to for attention while Astraea went to Jace . They both loved to spoil them since they never had a baby sister growing up.

The twins weren't exactly 100% identical but for first timers seeing them you could confuse them, and then sometimes people who knew them could confuse them if they didn't pay attention. One of the dead giveaways was their hair.  Dahlia had had curly hair while Astraea had straight hair.

"I swear she's going to love you more than her own mother." She laughs as Dahlia stood up to throw herself at Luke wanting to be held.

"She constantly says mama... I'm sure you have nothing to worry about." He looks over at her as he kisses the side of Dahlia's head.

"Dally, come to mama." Celeste holds her arms out so she leaves Luke rushing over to her mama giggling. "That's my baby girl." She showers her in kisses making Astraea jealous rushing over wanting kisses too.

"See, they love you more than us." Luke laughs at her as Jace enters the room.

"I feel like bad news has arrived... The look on your father's face walking in to give our mother a letter." He tells the two.

"Long as it's not about me... I'm not stressing."

A bit of time passes and both Rhaenyra and Daemon walk into the room to give them the news that they received, "We have to make a trip to Kings Landing. It's about Luke's legitimacy. Vaemond want's it questioned." She tells the group.

"You can stay here if you want to." Daemon tells his daughter.

"We know you probably don't want everyone there, mainly the Hightowers, knowing about Dahlia." Rhaenyra adds.

"That's very true but I want to be there for Luke." Celeste tells them so they all agree they will head out soon.

On the ship heading back to Kings Landing, Jace could see Celeste was in deep thoughts, "Only if they didn't hate being with the handmaids you wouldn't have to worry. Everyone is going to assume they're our sisters most likely."

She looks at him away from the water, "Dahlia can only be with them a good amount of time before screaming for me or one of you boys. Astraea is different because she just likes the attention."

"That's because you actually raise them and don't pass them off." He rests on the side with her looking out at the water, "And like you said Astraea loves attention from anyone." He laughs, "You're a good mother to them."

"Thank you, Jace." She takes his hand to squeeze.

"Are you going to tell him or not?"

"I want to but I told him to move on. I just know Otto and Alicent are harder on him as he gets older. They want him to inherit the throne so badly." She sighs, "I just hope he's okay."

"I'm sure you'll know what to do whenever you see him."

She chuckles a bit, "Yeah, run away and swim back home."

Once they arrive getting out of the carriages they all stand together feeling odd being back. Celeste asks Dahlia to be good for the handmaids but she didn't want to go with them. "Fine, stay with mama then." She takes her and Astraea as well, "If you need me, I'll be in my room." She tells the boys heading off.

At the same time, Alicent was leaving the council meeting to go see Rhaenyra and Daemon but Ser Erryk tells her Aegon was acting up again in his room earlier. "What now?" She huffs.

"He won't leave his apartments, he screamed at one of the serving girls for more cups to drown himself in but they ran out of what he wanted. He startled her and she fell backwards hurting herself. She told me to tell you she left and wasn't coming back."

Alicent groans heading off to go to his room to tell him off and on the way she saw Celeste with her daughters giggling as the two year old hoppeds around, "Okay, Dahlia. Let's go take a nap."

"Nap nap!" She puts her arms up to be carried.

"Astraea, wanna nap too?" Celeste bends down to pick both girls up.

Watching the three, Alicent didn't know what to make of it. Was it Rhaenyra's daughters? Or were they hers with maybe Jace? Alicent had no knowledge of when Aegon snuck away to see Celeste so that wasn't a thought for her.

Finally carrying on her way she finally makes it to Aegon's room trying to wake him up. "Get up!" She shouts tossing the sheet off him so covers himself back up asking what. "What? What is it? The serving girl. You scared her so badly that she hurt herself and left."

"I didn't touch her. She fell on her own." He mumbles with his eyes closed.

"That's not the point, Aegon! How can you keep carrying on like this especially on a day like today?"

"Why? What is it today?" He sits up and she slaps him across the face.

"You are no son of mine." She speaks after a moment of silence before turning to leave.

Aegon gets up from his bed holding his sheet up to keep himself covered, "I did not ask for this. I've done everything you've asked me to, and I try so... I try so hard, but it will never be enough."

"You drink till you pass out. You keep yourself in your room sleeping all day unless you are drinking. You do not try, Aegon. You are childish!" She points her finger at him trying to keep it together but can't.

"I drink to forget about her!" He snaps as well.

"Well get over her because you have a wife and child with her. And I'm sure she moved on from you from what I saw on the way here." Alicent says as Helaena walks in.

"Have you seen Dyana? She's supposed to dress Jaehaera." She asked her mother, "As well, I didn't know Rhaenyra and everyone was coming today. What's today?" She asks, getting Aegon's attention hoping Celeste came along.

"Yes, they are here to settle things for Drifmark. Umm, Dyana had to leave, She hurt herself. I'll find another to help." Alicent leaves with her daughter.

Meanwhile with Celeste, she got the girls to take a nap so a handmaid stayed to watch over them while Celeste left the room to find Jace and Luke. Having an idea where they went, she heads out to the yard to find them watching Aemond with Ser Criston practicing.

"Are they sleeping?" Jace asks as she joins his side.

"How else would I be out here?" She laughs.

"Nephews, have you come to train?" He looks over at them and they were lucky to be interrupted with Vaemond entering the gates.

Both Jace and Luke take off going back in while Celeste walks over to Aemond, "The eye patch is a nice touch." She tells him with a smile and sees the look on his face, "You still upset about the whole thing?"

"I lost an eye."

"And you stole my sister's dragon, attacked my sisters and the boys, if I recall." She follows him as he puts the weapons away, "As you said at least you got a dragon so forget about it. You have one of the biggest dragons now. Plus you scared Luke and he stood up to you."

"Shouldn't you be wondering off to see my brother?" He turns to face.

Celeste takes a breath shaking her head, "No, I shouldn't be. If I remember correctly Otto told him to stay away from me so that goes for me as well." She tells him.

"That didn't stop him from going to see you a couple of years ago." He says so she stays quiet, "Whatever happened upset him when he got back." He tells her.

As the two talk, Aegon was carefully rushing around the Red Keep trying to find Celeste. He didn't want to check her room right away just having a feeling she wasn't in there. As he finally made his way to the yard, he just barely missed her as she left.

"Brother, you just missed her." Aemond tells him.

"Are you kidding me?!" He rushes back in to find her.

Sprinting up the stairs he finally sees her taking her time walking down the hall. His heart starts to beat even faster as he runs after her but quickly makes a turn seeing his Grandfather turn the corner to stop Celeste.

"How you've grown into a beautiful young woman." Otto eyes her.

"Thank you." She says politely not wanting to talk to him.

"Have you seen my grandson?" He asks her.

"If you mean Aegon, no. I just left Aemond though heading to my room." She tells him the truth, "I'm sorry but I must be going. I have to get back."

"What's so important?"

"I'd like to get back before my daughters wake up. One doesn't like being alone with the handmaids for too long." She tells him not seeing why not since he would just guess it was with Jace.

"You have two daughters? Congratulations my lady." He smiles thinking she was finally over Aegon, "Maybe they could play with Aegon's and Helaena's daughter." He adds.

"Maybe." She smiles heading off.

Sadly Aegon didn't hear any of that conversation since he left to take the back pathways to get to her room without being seen.

In the room, Celeste sees Jace and Luke with the girls, who were awake. "Do you mind if we take them around?" Luke asks her.

"No," She tells him so they leave with them to go play.

As she takes a seat on the sofa she hears a noise turning to see the secret door to the back ways carefully opening. She stands up walking over having an idea who it was. "Still taking the back ways to sneak in here like you used to at late hours when we were younger?" She laughs as he opens the door all the way looking at her.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Public sex, voyeurism, female recieving oral, male masturbation.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my babies, I am here to feed you all. I've written ahead, and oh boy, getting emotional because soon (not too soon, don't worry, we have about 20 chapters left or so) this amazing lil journey will be coming to an end! Again, I want to thank you all as usual for you unwavering support, love and kind words. Truly means the world to me. You are all so sweet !

I have also been writing a lil Modern!Aemond story series and have plenty more ideas in the tank that I'm excited to write hehe. So might be a new fic drop soon :P. Anyway, ENJOY! <3

Chapter 83: Desperation

The next morning, Aemond decided to spend his day with you again, his unease from Aegon’s visit the day before setting him on edge. You spent the beginning of your day beneath him, soft kisses being pressed to your lips as he held you tightly against his firm body. Your small apology seeming to have softened his touches once more. 

Breakfast was eaten together, as always, and you smiled when he told you that he would be spending the day with you. 

“I was going to spend the day in the library reading, perhaps send another letter to Baela and Jacaerys.” You dabbed your lips with the napkin.

“Have you finished ‘The Loves of Queen Nymeria’ ?” Aemond asked, setting down his cutlery as he finished the food on his plate.

Leaning back in your chair you smiled, “I did. Why? Did you wish to read it?”

“I think I might.”

You let out a soft laugh, “I never would have thought I would see the day when Aemond Targaryen wants to read a book on the lovers of a woman.”

Aemond tilted his head, “What makes that so unbelievable?” He asked, sounding almost offended.

You mirrored his posture, “You who is possessive to the point of aggression? Wants to learn about a woman who had taken multiple lovers?”

“Hm.”

“Hm.” You parroted him, standing up and moving to his side of the table, “Come, I want to read.”

And read you did not.

Not too long after you perused the isles of books to find a new one to read, Aemond had pressed himself against your back, hands splayed on your hips as he dipped his head to kiss at your neck. 

“Aemond,” You hissed, “Insatiable beast.” You swatted at his hands, trying to wriggle from his hold. 

Aemond only chuckled and pressed his clothed cock against your backside, a low groan falling from his lips. Your skin felt alight as arousal burst through you. 

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered, pushing back against him.

“Why?” Aemond gathered your skirts at your front as you pushed back against him. 

“Someone might see.”

Aemond hummed as he dragged his hand between your thighs, fingers diving between your folds, finding them already wet. “I think you like the idea of someone finding us.”

A quiet gasping moan left your lips as he swirled his fingers around your bud, nipping at the skin where your shoulder meets your neck, your hands behind you gripping the material of his breeches, unsure if you were pushing him away or pulling him closer. His long fingers dipped into your wetness before bringing it back up, soothing circles over your bud. 

“Fuck.” You whined quietly, hips bucking into his touch. 

“Perhaps Ser Cole may find us again.” Aemond teased, and your stomach clenched, head lolling back onto his shoulder as he let two fingers push inside of you.

“You like that don’t you? The idea of being watched? Getting caught?” He teased, dragging his fingers in and out of your heat. You bit your lip to stop you from making any noise, but your walls clamped down on his digits at his words. 

“Such a filthy girl you are. Who knew that my sweet wife was so debaucherous.” 

You hummed, shutting your eyes tightly as he continued to drag pleasure through you, your hands clutching against the shelf, fingers digging into the hard wood for purchase. Every drag of his fingers caused slick to gather in his palm. 

Aemond suddenly spun you around, pushing your back against the shelf, hand ripping out of your centre. 

“Need to taste you.” He breathed, before moving down to his knees, hiking a leg over his shoulder as he dove his mouth onto you. 

“Fuck.” You whined, gripping his hair in your hands, his expert tongue already swirling over your sensitive bud.

Aemond continued to lap at your core as soft whimpers fell from your lips, a hand flying to your mouth to bite at your fingers, desperate to suppress the sound you made. But Aemond was relentless, grabbing your hand and tugging it away from your face. 

“Want to hear you.” He groaned into your cunt, and your head fell backwards against the shelf, books sliding to their side as he slid two fingers back into your core, licking and sucking at your pearl. 

Pleasure wound its way inside of your gut and your heart raced in your chest at the thought of someone finding you in your compromised position. Aemond began to thrust his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, and you could not stop the long whine that flew from your chest as his fingers brushed against the spongey spot within you. 

“Aemond.” You moaned, writhing your hips up to meet his face as he licked and prodded at your core. 

He grunted in approval and continued, speeding up his ministrations as he felt your core begin to tighten around his digits. You squeezed your eyes shut as he sucked your pearl into his mouth, tongue swirling around it wetly.

Prickles moved over your skin, and you felt your peak begin to rise. 

“I’m close.” You warned Aemond, which only spurred his movements further, the sound of your wet centre filling the space of the library. 

You moved your head to look at him, opening your eyes.

A cry broke from your lips as you locked eyes with a pair of violet ones behind Aemond. 

Aemond thought your cry was due to his pleasuring, his tongue and fingers on you, and hummed against your folds. You felt yourself clamp around Aemond’s fingers as he fucked them into you harder and faster, your thighs wet with arousal.

You were frozen.

Staring at the King.

You kept Aegon’s lustful gaze, his lips parted in arousal as he watched you.

Your peak ripped through you suddenly, ecstasy racing through your body as you whimpered loudly into the library, grabbing Aemond’s head with your hands tugging him closer to you as Aegon watched. 

Your heart was racing in your chest. 

How long had he been there?

“Aemond.” Your voice cracked, still looking at your oldest uncle who took a few steps back silently, standing beside the shelves behind the Prince. Aegon smirked as he watched you twitch, Aemond pressing wet kisses to your thighs before rising up to his full height. 

“What?” Aemond asked, catching your eyes as you looked at him, cheeks flushed. 

You thought for a beat. 

Do you tell him?

Perhaps.

“Need you.” You whimpered, mind made, pulling Aemond in for a searing kiss, Aegon still watching from behind. 

Pervert. 

Aemond kept hold of your thigh and brought up to his hip, unlacing the front of his breeches whilst his head dipped to kiss the tops of your breasts in your gown, flesh sensitive to the touch. All the while you kept your silent battle of gaze with Aegon, who’s hand slipped down to the front of his breeches, pressing against the straining material in front of his cock. 

“Perfect, wet, little cunny.” Aemond groaned as he freed his cock from his breeches, rubbing the head through your slick folds. 

You gasped loudly, bucking your hips forward as you pulled him in against you with your leg. In one swift thrust, Aemond entered you, and you let out a loud cry in the library, putting on a show for Aegon. 

Let him think he has you. 

Aemond began to thrust into you, head tucked into your neck as you held him against you, moaning loudly with each thrust as the sloppy sound of your arousal echoed around you. Aegon had loosened the ties on his own breeches, and stuck a hand down the front. 

Disgust wormed its way inside of you, and yet also a strange plucking of delight. 

Perhaps Aemond was right, you did like being watched. 

Aegon pumped himself in time with Aemond’s thrusts, lip caught between his teeth as he held back any noises. Noises that you still heard to this day. Noises that haunted you.

But right now?

You had power.

You were in control. 

And it was exhilarating. 

Aemond’s thrusts sped up, his cock bullying your cervix and the bone of his pelvis brushing against your overstimulated bud, your second release winding within you rapidly. You kissed at the side of Aemond’s hair as you watched Aegon pull his cock from his pants, tip red and angry. 

Your mouth hung open as the coil within you wound tighter and tighter, Aemond’s hips becoming sloppier by the second as he chased his high. A hand moved to squeeze your breast and you gasped loudly, the flesh tender. Aemond immediately moved his hand away back to your thigh.

“S’close.” You slurred, fingers digging into Aemond’s back as Aegon sped up his hand, “Need you, kepus. Need your seed.” You kept your eyes on Aegon.

Kepus. 

Aegon.

Aemond.

The Prince moaned and his hand moved to grasp the skin under your ass, spreading you out on him as a finger moved to rub against your puckered hole gently. Sparks shot up your spine at the unfamiliar feeling, and that was all it took for you to tumble over the edge a second time. 

Blinding white pleasure coursed through you as you kept your gaze on Aegon, watching as his mouth became slack, his seed spilling into his closed fist at his tip, cheeks bright red and hair tousled. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Aemond grunted before he reached his peak, hot ropes of his seed painting your walls. 

Your head fell back against the books as you all breathed heavily, the smell of sex filling the library, overpowering the smell of parchment. You could feel Aemond’s cock twitching inside of you as you clenched around his length, his head buried in your shoulder, wet kisses being pressed to where he had bitten down on your flesh.

Slowly Aemond pulled back, softly pulling out of you with a whine, before straightening his back to look at you. His lips were swollen and pupil blown out.

You gave him a lazy smile, willing your heart to stop jumping out of your chest. Slowly, he bent his head down to press his lips against yours, kissing you sweetly. You could taste the subtle tang of yourself on his tongue.

It made you feel nauseous knowing that you had an uninvited guest who watched over you.

But this was what you needed.

When you looked back over Aemond’s shoulders, the King was gone. 

You had read together by the chaise after, kisses stolen from each other, and glances thrown around the library to see if Aegon was still there watching, hiding amongst the many rows of books and tomes, but he was nowhere to be found. 

A small piece of guilt ate at you, but you quickly squashed it. 

This was what you needed to do.

When the two of you returned back to your chambers, there was a letter in the centre of your table waiting for you, a red rose placed on top. 

A letter from the King.

Inviting you to dine with him and the council that evening. 

Aemond in his insecurity, and sudden bout of jealousy ever since Aegon had made his presence more demanding, pulled you onto his lap at the table, exposing your centre and sinking into it with a single thrust. 

He fucked you on the chair as you rode atop him, clutching his shoulders for grip as you whined. 

“Want my seed to be dripping from your cunt when we dine tonight.”

You tumbled over the edge again for the third time that day. 

By the time you went to the Small Dining Hall for dinner, you were exhausted, thoroughly fucked out and body aching. You did not know if you could continue the way the two of you did, every inch of you was sensitive and ached, and all you wanted to do in that moment was sleep. 

You kissed Aemond gently before you entered the Hall, and whispered into his ear, “I can feel your seed dripping from my cunt.” 

And you could.

Aemond tutted as the doors were opened, “So wasteful with a gift from a Prince.” He whispered, the two of you taking slow steps towards the table as you were announced to the room, “Kessa emagon naejot leghagon ao bē arlī tolī.” Will have to fill you up again later.

You smirked, eyes meeting the King. A blush creeped across your face and you looked down shyly before responding to Aemond.

“Gaomagon ao pendagon kostā jikagon arlī?” Do you think you can go again?

“Lēda ao? Va moriot.” With you? Always.

You sat down side by side, Aemond pulling out your chair for you to sit in and helping to tuck you in after, Aegon’s gaze not leaving yours once, smirk pulling at his pink lips. A familiar face caught your attention at the table.

Lord Jason Lannister.

He was still here.

He sat at the end of the table, Maester Orwyle on one side, Lord Jasper Wylde on the other. His straw blond hair sat brushed and tucked behind his ears, and the red and gold tunic he wore was embroidered with large standing lions. 

Jason, catching your gaze, bowed his head to you and smiled. 

“How goes the Dragon Pit for Casterly Rock, My Lord?” You inquired from across the table, Aemond humming beside you in irritation. 

“I have sent word for some of the finest stonemasons in all the realm. Of course, all would have to wait until a daughter is born.”

“Of course. We should discuss possibilities later.” You smiled, turning away to look back at Aegon as the rest of the table chatted amongst themselves. 

When the food was placed upon the table, Alicent said her prayer to the Seven as she always did, and this time, you bowed your head, sliding your eyes to look at Aemond beside you, who’s own was diligently shut. 

The table was loud with conversation and eating as the Lords spoke amongst themselves and the King drank from his cups deeply.

Aemond spoke to you quietly in High Valyrian, careful to not rouse the attention of Aegon, "Gaomagon ao drējī pendagon nyke'd ivestragī īlva tala dīnagon zȳhon tresy?” Do you truly think I'd let our daughter marry his son?

“Daor. Yn iksis ziry daor kirimves naejot ūndegon zirȳla pendagon konīr iksis?” No. But is it not fun to see him think there is? You smiled at him cheekily.

Aemond’s lips twitched, “You are a cruel, merciless little thing.”

“Ao jorrāelagon ziry.” You love it. 

“Gaoman.” I do.

Jason Lannisters voice moved across the table to Aegon. 

“I have heard word from Ser Amos Bracken about some interesting rumours in the North.”

The North? 

All attention was on Jason Lannister. 

Aegon placed his goblet down on the table, leaning back in his chair to look at the Lord. 

“And what are these interesting rumours?” Aegon asked lazily. 

Jason’s eyes flitted to you, then back to Aegon as though he was considering not speaking of such things in front of you. But at the King’s prompting hand, Jason began.

“Well for one, House Blackwood still holds the Bracken lands, and has their and the Blacks banners seated atop the Keeps.” 

Aegon pouted, pulling his ale back to himself to take a gulping sip.

“And what’s more,” The Lord of Casterly Rock continued, “Is that there has been word of a orange and green dragon sighted flying to and from the North.”

Vermax. 

Jacaerys. 

“It’s been seen at the Green Fork of the Trident, House Frey’s seat. But of course, Rhaenyra’s son being witnessed to treat with their allies is not an unusual thing. Prince Aemond goes to treat with Houses Swyft, Reyne, Crakehall.” Rivers, “But thats not all of what Ser Amos came to the Golden Tooth to tell me.”

You wished he would get to the point. 

Aegon sighed, “Spit it out, Lannister.”

“Rhaenyra has freed the North.”

Laughter rung amongst the table, the Lords looking at one another as they guffawed. Even Aegon laughed loudly, holding up his ale in mock toast before he drained the dregs of his cup, holding it out for a server to come fill it again.

“Freed the North?” Aegon chuckled, “Her largest supporters?”

Lannister beamed at the attention he was getting, his information seemingly delighting the King, “Oh yes, she’s given word to Cregan Stark that she has no wish to rule over free people. Given them their autonomy back.”

Lord Jasper Wylde shook his head, “Princess Rhaenyra-“

“Queen Rhaenyra.” You corrected him stiffly.

Jasper turned to look at you as he continued to speak, “Has undone what only King Aegon the Conqueror could achieve. How many times did Lords and Kings try to claim the North? And how many times did it fail? The only reason why we had the North was because of dragons, and now she has set them free? Whats to say they won’t rebel against us all?”

“Who’s to say that they will?” You argued, “The North has been given no reason to attack the rest of the Kingdoms.” Feeling defensive for your mothers choice you continued, “In fact, I think the Queen’s option to give the North back has bolstered a relationship of peace.” You looked around the table, only to find Aegon smirking at you. 

Jason Lannister chuckled pitifully at you, your head snapping to him, “The North was the only thing that gave your mother power.”

“My mother and her many dragons and supporters.” You snipped, “And if my brother is seen to be often flying to treat with the North, then I would say their relationship still stands.”

“She’s given the men a way out.”

“House Stark gave their oath to my mother.”

“I know other Houses that did the same thing.”

“And turncloaks they are.” You snipped, “There has never been a Stark who has broken their oath.”

Jason leant back in his chair and laughed heartily, head tipped back, even Otto Hightower chuckled from the side of Aegon, his tired eyes looking at you with mirth. 

“All men can break their oaths.”

“All men are not Starks.”

“Perhaps you should have been wed to to the Stark boy, what’s his name?” Aegon laughed, “Crepan? Credan?”

“Lord Cregan Stark.” You spoke calmly, “And my hand was to be offered to him. But I decided against it.”

Jason Lannisters laugh sounded more like a squawk or a squeal, “And here you are. You could have been up in the North with the mudmen freezing your bits off.”

“The North would not have wanted to be used as a bartering piece in war. What my mother has done was the right thing. The Starks were and are the Kings of the North.”

“Kings of ice and snow.”

“Kings no less.”

"I don’t recognise the Northerners of having Kings.” Aegon smirked.

“And I’m sure others don’t recognise you as theirs. And yet it still stands.”

Aegon clapped his hands loudly and beamed at you, teeth showing as he grinned. 

“Tell me brother, you’re well read on the history and politics of the realm. You’ve always had that nose of yours stuck in books. What do you think of this all? Do you think our sister made the right choice?”

The chambers were quiet as all waited for Aemond’s response. Alicent had her elbows on the table, hands clasped in front of her face as she tried to sneakily and unnoticeably bite at her nails in habit. Otto looked genuinely interested in what Aemond had to say, but Aegon was clearly up to no good. 

The Prince pursed his lips, tongue in his cheek as he thought, watching his brother.

“We don’t know what freeing the North means for the rest of us.” He began and you felt your heart sink, “It’s true that Aegon the First was the only one to have ever conquered the North. Their lands are stretching, Houses and alliances ancient and new, not to mention, the North is a most inhospitable land to live in, let alone wage and win a war against.”

You breathed heavily in your nose, teeth grinding together, your hands in tight fists in your lap. 

If Aegon had freed the North all would have applauded him for his bravery. But all laughed and mocked your mother because she was a woman. 

“As for freeing the North?” Aemond’s voice became louder, “I think it was the smartest move Rhaenyra could have made.”

Your head snapped to your husband, staring at him in disbelief.

Had he just agreed with you?

Aegon scoffed, eyebrows high on his face. Jason Lannister and Jasper Wylde laughed softly and shook their heads.

“If we know anything about the North and their people, we know that they do not recognise the rest of the Kingdom’s unless forced to. The North bent the knee to Aegon the First, and who is to say they would continue to listen to another foreign ruler from the South? Would you bend the knee to a monarch who you knew naught about? Who you had no similarities to, besides being men? What Rhaenyra has done, is bolster trust and respect. And I daresay that is more powerful than ruling with fear."

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On the Phone

modern!rhaenyra x reader smut

A/N: Just a quick little thought I had today about Rhae

TW: smut, rough sex, fucking while chatting on the phone💕

word count: 865 words

You knew you were in trouble as soon as she got home. She had lots of important work to do with partners at Targ. Corp today and you had the nerve to be a little fucking brat all day. You had been texting her incessantly, to the point where she had to turn off her phone and when she finally decided to turn it back on, she was shocked. There were slutty little photos of you in a new set that you had bought with her credit card. You were in for it now.

“On the fucking bed.” Her voice was calm and it sent a shiver up your spine. If you wanted attention so badly, you were going to get it. You quickly scramble onto the bed.

“I’m sorry-” You hardly get the words out before she is scolding you.

“I couldn’t focus the entire day because of your constant distractions.” She gets out the ‘toy box’ from under the bed, selecting a 9 in strap-on. “You’re in a lot of trouble, little girl.”

“Nooo!” You whine when you see the size of the strap-on, it's always so hard to take something that big. It hurts you but pain is pleasure and she knows it.

“Don’t make this worse. Get on all fours.”

You silently obey her, knowing that she doesn’t want to see you pout right now. She straps on the dildo and yanks at your hips so that you’re right against the edge of the bed. Her hand falls to your back, giving it a gentle rub before shoving it down so your chest is pressed to the sheets and your ass is in the air.

“I don’t think you understand how upset I am, baby. Sending me pictures like that in the middle of the day like a whore. What do you think would have happened if somebody saw such a thing, huh?” You say nothing and receive a stinging slap to your ass. “Answer me.”

“I-I don’t know.” You whimper and her fingers run along your new lacy panties.

“That's what I thought, stupid slut.” She grips your panties, tugging at them a bit so that they rub against your clit painfully.

“Ow…” You whine.

“Be quiet.” She commands as she tears your new panties off. You try not to cry, feeling upset that your new lingerie is ruined.

You expect her to prepare you, maybe eat your cunt a little but you’re surprised to feel the strap rubbing against your entrance. 

“R-Rhae?” You mewl out like a little kitten.

“Hush now, you’re wet enough to take it.”

She slips the dildo in, sheathing it quickly and completely so that you have no chance to protest. Your hands grip the sheets and you let out a low moan as she starts thrusting into you roughly, forcing you to adjust to the thick stretch.

That's when her phone rings. Usually she would just let it ring but she picks it up. This doesn’t mean she stops, oh no, if anything she gets faster. You turn your head back to look at her and she just holds a finger to her lips, telling you to be quiet.

“Hey, Daemon.” She says into the phone as she fucks into you at a brutal speed. You bury your face into the sheets to try and muffle yourself. “Oh don’t worry about it, I can talk.”

You do your best to keep quiet but a little whimper slips from your lips. She yanks on your hair, pulling you up so that your back is flush against her chest.

“Just hold on a second, Daemon.” She puts the phone on mute before talking to you. “If you don’t keep that pretty mouth shut, you’re not cumming for a week.” She looks at you seriously and you nod.

Rhaenyra goes back to talking on the phone but keeps you upright as she thrusts into you so that she can hold one hand over your mouth. You go to touch your clit some more but she just smacks your hand away so that it's clear that it's not the time for that.

“Yeah, no problem. See you tomorrow.” She finishes off her convo and hangs up the phone, tossing it to the side.

“Good girl, baby.” She says as she grips your hips and thrusts into you with renewed vigour. She pushes you down gently so that you’re on all fours again. “Never pull a stunt like that again.”

“I… won’t.” You manage to whisper out as she finally reaches out in front to toy with your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the pleasure building.

“You can cum now, baby. I know you need it.” 

That is all it takes for your to go over the edge, the wave of euphoria washing over you as she relentlessly fucks you through your high.

“No… no more.” You whine as you feel over stimulated but she just smirks.

“Thought you wanted my attention, brat?” You pout a little at her words and she laughs but finally stops and pulls the thick dildo out of you. You slump on the bed. “Oh, don’t look so tired, baby. We aren’t finished yet.”

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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

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Chapter 11

Summary: Daemon steps ahead in the league. Samantha is on a mission to bring him back to her.

Trigger Warning: 18+ Sex, Smut, Degradation kink, reader gets turned on by the thought of Daemon hurting people to protect her, weird kinks,  Discussion of mensuration and Pregnancy, bloodshed, flashbacks of abusive relationship, toxic masculinity, sexual abuse, Samantha, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

Daemon was in the last round of the match, you had hoped that it would be easy and fun to watch him kick some ass but you weren't ready to watch him get beaten up as well, his face already had a nasty bruise under his eye, his cheekbone was splintered, there was blood all over his body, it belonged to both him and his opponent. The crowd was going wild as they got ready for the last round, on his one minute break he looked your way and asked Jonathan to bring you to him, he wanted to be with you even if just for a second.

"Heyyyy" he leaned down on his knees and pressed his head against the fence so you grabbed onto his fingers.

"You're doing so good..I'm so proud of you" you yelled from the top of your lungs so he gave you a smile.

"I want to win darling, I have to win" he huffed so you squeezed on his finger in a reassuring manner.

"You already won the moment you stepped in there baby"

As the break came to an end, you stepped away from the fence and went back to the stand, even though he was physically wounded his eyes seemed to sparkle like never before, he really was born to be a fighter.

And as the fight began again, you watched with bated breath, cheering him on with everything you had. You knew that Daemon could do it, he really needed this win.

As the last bell rang, you felt your heart pounding in your chest, dread washing over you at the thought of what was to come. You knew that Daemon had given everything he had, but you couldn't bear the thought of him losing.

The announcer stepped into the octagon, holding the mic close to his mouth. You could feel the tension in the air, the crowd holding their breath as they waited for the results.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this has been an incredible fight, and both fighters have shown tremendous heart and determination," the announcer began speaking, all of a sudden the arena has gone completely silent.

Your heart sped up as he continued speaking "but there can only be one winner. After five rounds of intense fighting..."

The world seemed to slow down as the announcer finished his sentence, "the winner and the contender to make it to the quarter finals... by split decision... Daemon Targaryen"

A deafening roar filled the arena, as the announcer raised Daemon's arms in victory. You felt a sense of relief wash over you, mixed with pride and joy, that's when you were finally able to jump and scream in happiness.

Viserys was at the airport when he got the news, he couldn't have been more proud of Daemon for knocking the first match of his comeback.

Jonathan hugged and lifted up Daemon to celebrate, his team was rallying around him, all of them felt ecstatic at the moment, he was returning to the game after so long and he didn't have much time to train for this so it seemed like an impossible feat at first.

After a few minutes a bodyguard came to you and took you away with him, Daemon wanted to see you in his dressing room, he had a robe on and a medical expert was working on his injuries, his room was filled with people but as soon as he saw you he walked towards you and pulled you in his arms, he placed his head down on your shoulder as you hugged him tightly.

"Can you all clear out the room please?" He looked around so everyone stopped what they were doing and fled almost immediately, his new assistant Darryl closed the door behind him and that's when Daemon cupped your cheeks to kiss you, he then picked you up and walked towards the nearest wall to press you against it.

"Tell me that you're proud of me" his eyes were teary as he spoke and yours did too as you noticed the look on his face.

"I am always so proud of you baby, no matter whether you win or not" he placed his head between the crook of you neck, your arms flung around his neck, fingers running through his scalp, he was sweaty and ruining your dress with his blood but you didn't care, you just wanted to hold him and let him know that he was loved and taken care of.

"I need you babe" he whispered in your ear as he put you down.

"Well you also need medical attention" you bit on your lips as you said that, you clearly desired him too, how could you not? Especially after watching him be so fearless in such a brutal sport.

"Hmmmm i need You first" his hands sneaked under your dress and he pulled your panties down and you took his shirts off, your eyes gazed over the the groin pad he had underneath his brief,

"That looks oddly erotic"

He chuckled as you took it off, he picked you up again and your legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers played with your lips to arouse you further, he didn't really need to go on for long, his cock was fully erect as he shoved the tip inside your warmth slowly.

You moaned as his girth stretched you out, the sound was like music to his ears, he was still high on the rush he had felt in the ring and all he needed now was to submerge himself in you.

"Watching you there in the crowd was everything I needed my sweetheart" he mumbled sweetly so you cupped his cheeks to kiss him.

"I'd always be there for you even if I'm not in the crowd, though I have to admit, I don't enjoy watching you get hurt like that" he smiled at the comment, hips moving back and forth in a perfect rhythm. The look of pride on your features warmed his heart.

"Mmmm part of the job love"

"I know baby"

He always knew you were nothing like Samantha but moments like these always came as a reminder to him that he had now what he had wanted with her. She couldn't wait for a chance to hurt him, you on the other hand always wanted to take away his pain.

As he came inside you his body finally felt sated not just because of the release but because of the woman he had in his arms. He had ruined your dress so once you both showered, he gave you a spare t-shirt of his to put over the dress, the dress neatly worked as a skirt.

After getting his wounds patched up Daemon took you to go see Viserys who had called Daemon and asked him to meet at a restaurant. As soon as they met, Viserys just lifted him up and twirled him around like a child, he was so happy and proud of his little brother, not just for facing his fears but successfully accomplishing what he had wanted. He had a long way to go but Viserys knew his brother was getting back to being the man he was born to be.

"Mum would have been so proud of you" Daemon's eyes teared up and he placed his head down on Viserys shoulder.

He had told you that his mom had passed away before both of them had arrived in NYC. That's why when he met Samantha and she took such good care of him in the beginning he fell hard and fast for her, she loved him like a lover but cared for him like a mama would and when she started to hurt him he just blamed himself at first because he couldn't grasp why his girl would ever want to hurt him like that.

He just always believed that he was in the wrong and must have done something to warrant that behaviour.

He had vowed to himself that he'd never make the same mistake again, that he'd never allow anyone to make him feel so vulnerable, so open but you changed it, his resolve was shaken as soon as he had seen you that night in the alley, you didn't know any of this but he had spent that night just thinking about you, a part of him warned him to not seek you but he didn't listen and now he felt lucky that he followed his instincts.

"Didn't bring your wife?" Daemon asked him as all of you sat down for dinner, you had met Viserys's wife Allison at his birthday party but you didn't get a chance to talk much, she was also ignoring you and she looked at you a certain way that didn't make you feel welcomed. Daemon's young niece Raina lived in London so you had never met her either.

"You know she has a name" Viserys scoffed at Daemon's tone. You placed your hand on his under the table to gesture to him to calm down. Viserys had a phone call so he excused himself for a minute and you turned to Daemon. You had an inkling that Viserys had a troubled marriage but you never asked for details. It didn't feel proper but now that your relationship has developed you wanted to know more about his family.

"Do you not like her or something?" You asked him so he snickered, it's been a while since you had seen him snickering that way.

"His cunt of a wife? No i detest her, detest that she's considered family" his tone regarding his sister in law surprised you.

"Why?" You asked him softly so he looked at you,

"You know I escaped Samantha? But he married his Samantha, she's…not exactly that awful but she's a cheating whore and has been caught in the act multiple times, makes sense that she bonded with Samantha" your eyes widened as he said that.

"They are friends?"

"They used to be, got no clue of their current situation " he said nonchalantly.

As soon as Daemon said that suddenly everything clicked, maybe Allison and Samantha were still friends, maybe she was the one to tell her that daemon was moving on. You remembered her watching you intently at the birthday party. It would explain how she was able to find his house address so easily and even the name of the hotel you both were staying at. You had several doubts but it was a day for celebration so you didn't want to ruin it with those negative thoughts.

"You want to go dancing?" He asked you so you smiled.

"No I want you to get rest tonight, you need it. Also since when do you dance?" You chuckled and the smile on his face faded as he looked down.

"I used to, until I was repetitively told that I looked ridiculous" you gulped as he said that. That bitch. She truly was the bane of his existence, she made sure to ruin everything he ever enjoyed in life.

You caressed his shoulder and leaned into him to kiss his cheek, he instinctively placed his head down on your shoulder.

"We can go tomorrow okay? Can you just rest for me tonight?" You said to him so he nodded. "I love you"

"I know, i know" you pulled away from him as Viserys returned to the table.

"Apologies my folks..a client needed me" you smiled as he said that.

Daemon's next fight was scheduled for five days later and you had plenty of time to kill and he needed full recovery from his minor injuries so he didn't have to train in between either, he had made it to quarters already and if he clears that match there will be semis and then the final, you had no doubt in his abilities as a fighter but unfortunately you won't be able to be here for the whole league, it was a three week long event and you knew you'd get fired if you were to disappear for that long.

Daemon had told you that he'd fly you in and out for his matches and you were in no position to deny him, you didn't want to deny him. Normally a guy spoiling you with money and jewels would have made you feel like an object but you knew your relationship with him was deeper than those materialistic things. He needed you and you wanted to be there for him.

As you were stepping out of the restaurant, hand in hand with him you weren't really watching ahead of you as your eyes were focused on him, you then bumped into a guy who was entering the restaurant.

"God I'm so sorry" you turned to the man to apologize and he glared at you.

"Watch your fucking steps bitch" he said as he walked inside, you didn't even have time to blink before Daemon had stormed towards him and grabbed him by the neck, he dragged the man towards the nearest table and smashed his head onto the surface with sudden force.

You walked towards him to get him off the guy and other people in the restaurant helped as well. The other man didn't even try to fight back, he was terrified as it was, you grabbed Daemon's arms and you had to drag him out of the restaurant.

As soon as you both sat down on the backseat of the car there was an uncomfortable silence between you two, when he couldn't take it any longer he finally spoke,

"Why are you upset?"

You glared at him as he said that

"Just because you're a fighter doesn't mean you can just beat up anyone who looks at me wrong" he sighed as you said that.

"He didn't just look at you wrong he called you names for no absolute reason"

"Name..one name" you argued

"Same thing…you really think I'd just watch when my girl is being disrespected like that?"

Now how do you argue with that?

"You can't just attack people like that Daemon, it has consequences"

You sighed again so he placed his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek,

"You remember how we met right?" He smirked as he turned your face towards him and pecked your lips.

"That was different, I was being attacked"

"It's the same thing.. on my watch nobody gets to hurt you like that, words and actions alike" he said softly and your eyes narrowed.

"Yeahh then what about Samantha? I'm sure she's going to pull some shit again someday" He stiffened up for a moment as you said her name before he cupped your cheeks and locked his lips with yours.

"I'd kill her for you if you'd ask me to" he mumbled between the kisses and the gasp that left your mouth was unreal.

"Daemon.." his name on your lips came out in a whisper, you didn't know a comment like that would arouse you, such a morbid but scintillating thought.

"I would..i would kill anyone for you"

"Gods to the hell" you pulled away from him as you realized the driver was perking up his ears.

The moment you were back in the hotel room you sat him down on the couch and straddled him, the hard on was enough for you to continue, you didn't even undress, you just pulled your panties down, took his cock out of the confinement of his pants and sunk yourself on his length, his fist gripped your hair and he pulled you in for a kiss.

"It excites you..I can see it, you know I'm capable of that, don't you? you know I can be a dangerous man when I want to be'' he whispered sinful words in your ears as you hopped up and down.

You didn't want to encourage this violent, borderline criminal behavior but you were too turned on to think straight or logical right now.

"Shhh don't say that dae..it's so wrong" you resisted with your words but the way your cunt was dripping on his cock told a different story. He couldn't help but smile at the effect he was having on you.

"So wrong but it feels soo good right?"

"Mhmmmm" you whimpered as the pleasure fueled by the physical intimacy as well as his words began to rise slowly.

"And you're such a depraved whore for enjoying these thoughts are you not?" He asked as he pulled on your hair slightly, just enough to cause a sweet stinging burn.

"Gods yess I'm a whore"

The smirk on his face was now replaced with a mixture of lust and need for you, he wanted to see how far he could take this thing with you.

"Not just any whore, you're mine..all mine" he said, his tone was authoritative.

"Yesss pleasee…all yours" yours was a whimpering mess.

"And I'd do anything for you my private little whore..even kill the woman i once loved"

Your body convulsed on top of him as he finished his words, milking his own cum as your walls squeezed around him, it felt too much but too good, in the past year of your time with daemon and his resistance to not take any action against Samantha had left a lingering doubt in your head, you feared that he was still hooked to her in some ways so these awful words he spoke about her sort of invalidated those fears. Well for now atleast .

You felt horrible for having such thoughts. You also felt helpless for allowing a man to have such an effect on you but you didn't want to stop, not now, not ever, and if you were really blessed you were hoping these feelings would last forever.

You didn't even remember when he had taken you to the bathroom and cleaned you up, you didn't remember when he had put you down on the bed, your mind felt completely hazy in the wake of your orgasm.

"I love you sweetheart, I need you to understand that" he mumbled softly so you looked in his eyes.

"I know..so do I and I just want you to be safe" you caressed the bruise on his cheek and he leaned into the touch.

"I'm safe with you..you keep me safe..it's something I didn't have with her and if worst comes to worse I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe as well, you never have to worry about her, she means nothing to me" his voice was soft as he spoke, he wasn't a sappy guy, he never was but in moments like this he always let his guards down.

"I know I'm sorry baby"

"Shhhh it's okay love"

As soon as his body felt the comfort of your warmth and the soft bed he fell asleep.

As you caressed Daemon's hair and unwound his braids, you couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards him. He seemed so soft, so precious, almost fragile at that moment. More so than before, like all of his past battles and struggles had been stripped away, leaving behind only the man in front of you.

You longed to protect him, to wrap yourself around him and shield him from the world. You knew that he had fought hard to get to where he was, and that he would fight even harder to stay there. And you wanted to stand by his side, through thick and thin, to help him through each fight.

You wanted to spend the next three days just lounging with him on the bed and have him rest but he had other plans, he figured that you had never been to Vegas before so he made it his mission to spoil you with sightseeing, buying you everything you even as much as glanced at for a fraction of a second. And ofcourse the mind numbing pleasure, even though he wasn't allowed to relieve himself that way he couldn't stop fucking you, he was a bad boy afterall.

He won't be seeing you for the next fight as much as he wanted to, but you had promised him that you'd be there for the semis, he had never felt such a need for a woman like this, the last time he felt this way was when he had first met Samantha. But he had been with you for a year now and the feelings he had for you only seemed to grow deeper with every passing day and he felt the happiest he had ever been in life, things were finally falling in the right places.

The night after he had smashed the quarters and made it to semis, he fell asleep all alone and suddenly he woke up with a nightmare, he saw you treating him the same way Samantha did, he knew he was just reliving the trauma through these frequent nightmares but watching you like that had made him curl up in a ball on his bed and cry, once he was assured he won't do or say anything that would hurt you, he finally called you. He just needed to hear your sweet voice and make him feel loved again, he wanted to forget that nightmare.

But It was around three am and he almost regretted it when he heard your sleepy voice,

"Hey baby" you mumbled and his eyes teared up.

"Can I see you? FaceTime?" He asked you so you immediately converted the call,

"Are you okay? Bad dream?" You asked him softly, the sight of you on your bed made him want to curl up to you right that moment..

"How do you know?" You smiled as he questioned you,

"You're okay baby, I'm here" he gulped as your soft voice melted in his ears, he didn't want to seem weak but you made it impossible with your tender voice.

"Did I wake you?"

"Yes but you can call me whenever you want" you answered honestly so he hummed.

He stayed on the phone with you for an hour before he hung up so you could get your sleep, he wanted to keep talking to you but he didn't want to be the selfish man he used to be with you before.

In the morning when he was out on the run he bumped into the person he didn't want to see again, he was just hoping she'd leave him alone because he didn't understand her longing obsession with him, it's been seven years. What was she thinking? What did she want from him now?

"Hello sweet boy" she smiled as she walked closer to him, honey sweetness dripping from her tone, he took several steps behind because he didn't want to indulge her, not in the slightest.

"Saw your fight last night, I guess you didn't see me in the crowd…those scars on your body..tch tch..I feel bad our little games in bed gave you such lifelong scars" she closed the distance between their bodies and caressed his arms, that condescending pitiful look on her face, that filthy touch made him freeze for a moment and she used the opportunity to hug him tightly.

The same day as you came back to your apartment after work there was an envelope waiting for you on the door. At first you thought it was something from Daemon so you smiled and picked it up but it wasn't from him.

As you flipped through the contents of the envelope, The pictures inside were of Daemon and Samantha together, hugging and at one point she seemed to lean in for a kiss. But that was not what bothered you, she must have stalked him like she always did. But as you flipped through the pictures, your blood ran cold as you saw something that made your heart sink.

He had a smile on his face and it terrified you. Why was he smiling at her like that? What was he doing?

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