#fat!aegon ii

[aegoniiwifey]

Anon who requested the chubbydaddy!aegon and his daughter <3 you did my request justice and way more I'm obsessed- I literally reread it like ten times I love it. Also another chubbydaddy!aegon request: Aegon getting requests to court/ wed his precious girl, and he ignores them all, ignores what the Small Council wants, etc and goes to her after a long day, letting her ride his belly, then breeding, then cumplay, and whatever your genius mind comes up with <3

Wanna Be Yours

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,944.

WARNINGS: incest, swearing, angst, breeding kink, praise kink, stomach riding, cum play, titty sucking, p in v sexual intercourse. indented parts are previous scenes.

A/N - I am so so sorry for responding so late, I took a little hiatus with tumblr and am starting to find my rhythm again. I absolutely adore this trope and your ideas. so happy you enjoyed the first piece, it was an absolute privilege to write! hope this is just what you imagined also xx

Apologies I have not reread this as I finished work and my eyes are about to shut! will proof read tomorrow ♥️

credit to my beloved BOOBIE @bnb-atnite for making this godly image of my man CHUBBY! ilysm!

"Your Grace, it is highly frowned upon by the Seven that you wed your daughter! We have given many exceptions to your ancestors for upholding their queer customs, but this- This arrangement we do not condone!"

Aegon's deep exhale as his eyes darkly snapped towards the elderly maester, was enough to silence the room with his palpable vehemence. He was beyond tired and irritated by the constant nagging of his esteemed Council, of their blatant disapproval of their King's intentions to wed his beloved... His only surviving blood, his daughter.

Throughout the war, Aegon had grown insatiably protective of you: in addition to having a special place in his heart as his eldest born, you remained the last remaining figure in his previous life, despite his mother and himself. As your grandmother silently fell into madness, in the privacy of her chambers, where she preferred to seclude herself, Aegon had no other person he soulfully cherished than you. And as he was to you, the feelings had become reciprocated. Your father loved you dearly: since becoming of age, a young, matured woman, his advances had grown more intimate and lubricious. You owed him your life, and wished nothing more than to devote yourself to him. No man could have done what he did for you...

"It is done, Maester Orwyle... I will wed my daughter in the ancient traditions of our House, if it be the last damned thing I do. I am the fucking King!" Aegon loudly asserted, slamming his pudgy hand against the solid, wooden tabletop, as his words simmered the Council into a fright.

Aegon was known for his temper, although it took a great deal for him to raise his voice: he was a stubborn man at that, also...

"My dearest, what is it? What have they done now that troubles you so, hmm?"

Aegon defeatedly relinquishes in the wooden rocking chair by the stoking fire: it’s orange-red tinged flames being the only source of light emitting in the room.

You walk up behind your father, his face stern and unmoving besides his closed eyes as his hand rubbed at his temples. Your hands find their way to his broad, thick shoulders, giving them a gentle massage as you knead the tension.

“So-So tense, my beloved. Tell me what is wrong, so that I may be of some help. Let me ease your mind, Daddy.”

Aegon’s shrugging shoulders said plentiful, as he opened his eyes once more, head turning slightly to its side so that you were in his peripheral vision.

“There is nothing to be sorted, my love. I am to wed you, and as their rightful King, it is my final word above all else. Those elderly cunts can yap all they want. I will have you.”

With his final word, a yearning flare brews between your thighs, aching for one particular thing. Your father always had a way with words, especially with you.

���Is that so?” You teasingly utter, as you straddle yourself comfortably on his lap. Your arms grip the overarching wooden frame of the chair as you swiftly lift yourself up, before plopping back down, although this time elevated by your father’s overgrown, rotund belly.

Your earliest, core memories of your father had always been admiring him at feasts and family dinners. He never denied himself a hearty meal, and his grand appetite never ceased during the war. Inevitably, as the years went by and his youth disappeared the weight remained and latched on with each mouthful. The intimate moments your attention would linger onto him, as he savoured each bite, the way he'd unashamedly lick the grease and crumbs off his chubby fingers, even off the rings that had fit him a time before... Now that he had sized up immensely, most treasures and clothes that he had worn, he had rapidly outgrown. None of his rings could go beyond the tips of his fingers, and he was in great denial about it, refusing to resize until you had convinced him otherwise. The way he had often rubbed his aching, bloated belly: swollen beneath the restricting fabric, a somewhat elevated and satisfied look strewed across his handsome, fat face as he would pat himself proudly.

"But I want Daddy all to myself. I want Daddy to fight the whole realm for me, if he has to. Can Daddy do that for me?" You utter closely into his hear, your hot breath dense against his earlobe: after hastily hiking your skirt up [wearing nothing below, as you instinctively anticipated this precise moment], you unbuttoned his top garment, only to expose his rotund, plush belly. The handful of rolls engulfing his sides, the grip-able hips that accentuated his width, streaked with raw, red stretch marks all across his love handles and lower belly. His tits were double your size, nipples sensitive under your gentle touch, even a flick of his nipple was enough to make him moan. It made you flustered, the sheer sight in evidence of your father's blatant growth... And he had no shame in admitting it.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my sweet, little princess. Daddy would burn the entire realm if he has to for you... I'll repopulate the world with my princess, if needs be."

With each of his longing words, you pressed yourself down deeper, sinking your bare cunt further against his naked belly, causing him to whimper. His pudgy hands found their way beneath your layered gown, each palm rested atop your cheeks, firmly cupping and squeezing at your flesh.

"My princess knows just what to do, to make her Daddy happy, huh? My only joy in life, is you."

Your grinding rhythmic, the pace begins to quicken with excitement, as your throbbing cunt becomes moist, the wetness stirring and oozing beneath, against the warm friction. As your cum coats his smooth fat, slowly it becomes more tolerable.

"I-I just wanna make m-my Daddy proud- D-Daddy can s-say whatever, a-and I'll do as I'm t-told-"

"Is that so?" His mimicking voice, a deep growl wretched from his throat, as his hands find their strength, shoving you deeper against his swallowing frame. He always admired how tiny you appeared in comparison to him, how fragile it made you look. He rejoiced it was a symbol of how he could protect you, that he was your shelter.

"Daddy wants to fuck Princess senseless, all night long. Fill my Princess up with my hot, hot seed until I'm certain she takes. Daddy wants Princess to swell with his child, and show her off to the realm. That the babe kicking in her belly, is all his undoing, hmm."

"A-Anything for Daddy- Just f-fuck me, Aeg-"

Although it drove Aegon wild to hear you mindlessly moan and whisper Daddy, something in particular, whenever you called him by his name, would often trigger something more insatiable in him. He could devour you in the spot, like some afternoon tea honey cake, whenever you spoke of his true name.

"Undo my pants-" Immediately without sparing a thought more, you obeyed. As Aegon's plump belly expanded over his thick, wide lap, his portly fat pad beneath had somewhat engulfed his cock. It made it difficult for him to even try to locate or masturbate himself. For now, you had both learnt tricks to overcome the obstacle, having your father lean in a certain angle, as you put in the effort to locate his fat, hard cock, plunging it deep between your walls.

As he tried to reposition himself with great difficulty, in the faint space left remaining in the seat with you atop: breathless by the end of all the moving, you managed to pluck out his cock. The sheer sight and tension beneath your gentle stroking grip, its reddened, blush tip oozing with a sheer-white, translucent reside, palpating with excitement.

"Don't keep Daddy waiting, Princess. I need to feel your walls take my cock. Make you so fucking full of me, I'll make you a human waterfall."

The raw feeling of his cock between your inner walls, clenching to adjust to its girthy, solid size: although it could no longer delve as deep as it used to, the friction of his fat pad against your clit, and the pressure of his mass against your lower stomach, made it invigorating nonetheless.

"Th-That's it, Princess. S-So tight for me. All fucking mine, and the w-whole world will know it-"

"Y-Yes, Daddy-"

"If I need to fuck you with the eyes of the Court watching, I will."

As means to muffle your moans and loud pleas for Aegon, bashfully mindful of the servants and Kingsguard stationed beyond the inches of the door outside, your mouth latched onto Aegon's porky tits.

Suckling at his tender flesh, as your tongue licked at his nipple, causing him to wince and growl in eager approval, one hand left your ass cheek, gripping close your bucking hips, and found its way snaking behind your back, before pulling at your loose hair.

Tightly tugging at the free strands, mottling between his pudgy fingers, he once more, gave gentle encouragement, shoving your face down deeper against his tubby chest.

"F-Fuck Y/N. S-So impressed by Daddy, huh, Princess? You keep going at this rate, I'll be making my own damn milk for you and the babes."

Noticing the glistening residue of your cum spilled across his rolls and paunchy stomach, his other hand cleaned the mess up over with his bare hand. Before hungrily licking off your wetness with his tongue, licking his hand clean free.

"Delicious."

With his heavy, dense weight keeping him pinned down against the chair, he made no effort to thrust himself inside as he once jovially could. Alternatively, the chair swayed with his potent motions, as he would subtly buck his ample hips forward into your frame.

"My sweet, beautiful girl is gonna cum already. I can feel you swallow my cock whole, your walls suffocating my cock. Take me, princess, take it all-"

With the finish of his words, signalling his epitome, Aegon shot his hot, fresh seed into you: warmly coating your inner walls, as your own wetness gushed over his eager, hard cock. Catching a minute to regain your breaths and thoughtless mind, you lifted yourself off, and instantly the mess began to pool across your inner thighs.

Almost on cue or from impressive instinct, Aegon began to scoop at your inner thighs, sensitive from his touch, its abrupt presence startled you.

"Did I not teach you about letting things go to waste, baby? Never let this out. This is as precious as Valyrian steel. I ought to keep you plugged up with my cock..."

The tips of his fat fingers tease at the entrance of your folds, softly tracing over your stained, painful walls: impressed with your sudden shiver and moan, his deep chuckle left you feeling reminiscent of your first time. How nervous you felt, inexperienced against your father's wit.

"I-I want this to take. I want to have as many babes as the Gods see fit with you, Aeg... I want to swell healthily with child, and give you the heir you want... As many as you desire-"

As one fo your hands remained nestled against his chest, tracing soft, random lines against the crevices of his rolls: the other travelled its way to his face, pushing aside a random strand of hair, away from his handsome, fuller face.

"I want our sons to be the spitting image of their father, and our daughter's kind like their grandmother... Will Daddy fuck me day and night, to make my wish come true, hmm?"

"Of course..."

credit for dividers - @/valeskafics

[aegoniiwifey]

Chubby Aeg Request: Heavy Targcest, Aegon and his daughter, Aegon love to make his sweet girl ride his thigh, then bury himself inside her, bringing her to pleasure over and over, before holding her to him, showering her with love in the aftermath, making sure his dominance didn't overwhelm her

Daddy’s Princess

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!Princess!Reader

WORDS: 3,014.

WARNINGS: incest, mentions of death/war/suicide, mentions of depression, dark!Aegon ii, thigh riding, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, cream pie, breeding kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, dom!Aegon ii, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii. mentions of pregnancy/birth.

A/N - I’ve never done this trope before but something is making me feral & I— must admit, this was hot… I got very carried away, but still hope you enjoy xoxo

credit to the original images/art work 🤍

The Targaryens were undoubtedly known for their “queer” customs, this had been widely yet sceptically recognised. Your own grandmother, the Dowager Queen, even uttered the words herself, despite having played a major role in marrying your late, beloved mother, Helaena to her elder brother, your father and the rightful King, Aegon the Second.

The Dance of the Dragons had begun to churn, when you were still nothing more than a child, however it progressed well into a few solid years throughout your adolescence, only for your father to come out victorious against his treacherous half-sister and her family of “bastards and traitors”, as he spat. The Gods had answered your endless prayers, regardless, rejoicing in success.

Once the Dance had reached its end, you had transformed into a young, modest woman, of the age two-and-twenty. Your handsome father, fifteen years your elder, conceived you during his own youth, robbing him of freedom and instilling responsibility instead, likewise with your dear mother. You had always been plagued with the pestering thought of feeling like a burden unto the young couple, as their firstborn, however your father reassured you otherwise, that you were nothing more than a blessing to him, otherwise.

Regardless, the fearsome battles determinedly fought throughout the decades, came at an inconceivable cost: the cost of the innocent, defenceless lives of your younger siblings who tragically perished in horrendous manners. Your late mother, Queen Heleana, wrought with mad grief and depression for the witness and loss of her babes, she could not bear the reality of life itself, taking her own life as a means to end her suffering.

Excluding yourself, you had no one else other than your grandmother, the Dowager Queen, who kept much to her seldom self these toiling days, isolated in her lonesome chambers, and your father...

Throughout the entirety of the ceaseless quarrels, your dear father had always ensured keeping a close eye and ear on you. Warmly reassuring your frightful self, that he would burn the world before any harm could be done unto you. He kept you close by him at all times, if he had not attended the battle himself on dragonback, Sunfyre close by your chambers, despite having a broken wing, with your own hatchling, Morghul, constantly beside you. It tore him to pieces when he made the harsh decision of having to entrust you to Larys and his unsavoury men, to sneak you off to Dragonstone where he would meet you eventually.

The most skilled guards posted ceaselessly hours on end, day and night, outside your chambers, not a single action went by without Aegon knowing, for all matters regarding your whereabouts went directly through him. During this time, you had solely instilled a perpetual trust in your father's decisions, that laid foundations in your bond with one another, which lingered even post succession of the war. It would be an understatement, that you had become heavily reliant on him, most of the time having been denied the autonomy to think and decide for yourself at such a young age, you grew to much prefer your father taking action, trusting him and only him with decisions regarding your own life. He was highly protective of you, in a way no lord nor knight of the realm could pledge and devote their lives to. You were his kin, his blood, his possession: you became his sole purpose and will to survive during the Dance.

There was, however, only one decision, you had ever made purely yourself, that would change the dynamic of the realm itself...

"Come, my sweet angel. Come to Daddy, and let me ease your mind..."

Despite the realm returning to some ounce of normalcy and peace, the nights you still endured adversity with. Troubling nightmares engulfed your slumber mind of the haunting memories of the Dance. Stirring you awake in a state of distress and panic, sweat beads drenched your forehead and mottled hair, your exposed, plump breasts accentuated in your silk, white nightgown, heaving with every haste and dense breath. Despite the adoring, relentless company of your dotting father by your side in bed, he immediately awoke in tune to your disruptive motions, persisting to remain awake, until he was assured you were comforted and sound of mind, lulling you himself back to sleep.

"Baby, sit on my lap. That's it- Another nightmare, my love?"

"Y-Yes, father."

"I know the feeling all to well, precious... Do you wish to speak about it?" Aegon huskily uttered, as his rough hands gently whisked away the odd strands of hair out of place, his other hand caressing soft circles at your lower back.

Since his heroic return from battle, despite the brutal injuries sustained, and since recovering, your father found himself constantly at your side, even in the late hours of the night. He dared not to trust many despite promisingly pledging fealty to their King, Aegon could only open up to you without the reason of duty, intimidation, or responsibility binding him to you. He wanted you. Since losing Helaena, despite never having been openly romantic with her, he had lost a companion, and had always considered you more of one than a daughter, as you grew wise with age.

Your strong-willed father had always been a man with brawn, unlike your late Uncles, Aemond and Daeron. Aegon was portly and having been raised by him, you grew familiar with his shameless, gluttonous habits. These habits exacerbated during his recuperation, as the maesters including yourself had taken to encouraging your father to eat copiously, often hand feeding him yourself with generous amounts of delicacies, rationalising that it was to regain pure sustenance.

You took pride in his recovery, aiding the maesters to heal your father back to good health, he openly stated that it was your devoted presence and love that made him whole once more. Deep in slumber with milk of the poppy to ease the pain, only he could hear your sweet, angelic voice in the blissful distance, yearning for him. Your gentle touch, as you religiously applied naturopathic ointments to his fresh, raw burns, that eventually healed his scars. He soaked in your warm presence thoroughly, mirroring your reliance on him, he too, became deeply infatuated with you.

Since becoming a mature woman, having grown into your Valyrian-esque features and physique, Aegon saw you in a fairly different light now. You noticed by the manner in which his violet, stern eyes lingered over your body for far longer than what was used to, even if it was for a few, fleeting seconds. You became a distraction in council meetings, as he vowed to have you attend, even if you were merely a cupbearer, standing aside though in proximity of him, a mere shadow: his unfazed attention oogled over you, his mind pondering over lustful, sinful thoughts, only to be beckon called back to reality by the repetitive call of his title, your Grace.

You had always admired your father, and believed there was no man that could exceed the expectations he set in stone… You were made for him, as he had sought to it himself. Blood of his blood, the Gods kept you both alive for a reason, you had discreetly believed.

"I do not wish to speak of it right now... I just need you to hold me, just for a little while," You weakly whispered with a shaky breath. Aegon, with a new found strength, a fuller and sturdy frame, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, as he laid himself back to rest against the wooden bedframe.

"That's okay, my sweet girl. It will get easier, I promise..."

Adjusting yourself atop of Aegon's wide, meaty thigh, as you gripped and rested your head against his broad, fleshy shoulder, the friction stirring as your bare cunt grinds against his clothed thigh, slowly igniting a familiar, throbbing ache between your inner thighs.

"Hmm, how will it get easier, Daddy? Will you make it easier?" You utter, your lips lightly grazing over his plump cheek, gently guiding his head to turn in your direction: eyes inevitably meeting, your lips passionately crash against his. Aegon does not resist in the slightest, relishing in the kiss, as he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swallowing your taste, before his teeth teasingly bite and pull at your lower lip.

"I can distract my baby. Give her a pleasure no other man in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms can. I'll give my princess the finest treatment she deserves... But only if she listens and obeys her Daddy, like the good girl I know she is."

"Mhmm, yes, Daddy-" A helpless plea closely mistaken for a moan escaping your mouth, Aegon's pudgy hands, steer your legs to spread apart: you find that you can only spread wide enough to saddle one thick thigh at a time. Without needing to spell it out for you, you begin to sway your meek frame, rhythmically bucking your hips backwards and forwards, as Aegon harshly yanks your gown up, enough for your bare cunt to be completely exposed more thoughtfully, and in contact with his thigh.

"Deeper baby, you know you need to push yourself deeper or else I can barely feel you on top."

With haste obedience, you try to plunge your weight deeper against him, your arms embracing Aegon’s stocky frame tighter. His swollen, bloated gut pressing flatly against your own chest, earning a sensual growl from your father.

“Good girl… My good, little princess. Going to listen to every word Daddy says, so I can make her feel so much better.”

Your whimpering moans, and slow nods in agreement, as your head instinctively rocked back, eyes closing with pure pleasure, you could feel Aegon’s rough hands exploring your waistline, before one snaked behind your spine, keeping you steady by a careful grip on your neck. The other began to tug and pull at the silk strands of your nightgown, loosening the knot, to expose more of your obvious, ample cleavage.

“Look at how beautiful you have become. My little princess is not so little anymore, such a divine grace, a woman. No other beauty roams the Earth, as you do.”

The outstanding appraisal oozing breathlessly from Aegon's plump, blush lips, echo in your thoughtless mind with intense gratification. Treasuring each word, he worshipped you dearly, often placing you on a pedestal as great as the Iron Throne itself.

"Yes Daddy, t-tell me more."

Your helpless moans begin to sob from your mouth, filling the void of the vast room, other than the faint crackling of the dying fireplace. Your eager pace quickening, feeling the burning sensation erupt from the friction against your tender skin. Your body leaned forwards with Aegon's generous shove, as he in turn plunged his handsome face between your sensitive breasts. Feeling his lips trailing across your soft skin, hungrily suckling and lapping down to your nipple, as his other hand playfully massaged and kneaded at your other tit.

"Does princess want Daddy to fuck her stupid? Make her so full of me, she'll be dripping, begging for more, for nothing to be spared? All the princess needs to do is ask Daddy, like the polite girl she is."

"A-Aeg-"

"Words, princess. My cock isn't even inside you yet, and you're already hopeless. Didn't I teach you to use your words?"

"Hmm, Daddy, I-I need your cock, I-I need you inside of me, p-please."

Incoherent, you knew how weak and feeble you felt against your father, a formidable man, both inside and outside the confines of the bedroom.

"My beautiful baby, using her manners, makes her Daddy so, so proud. How did I get so lucky, being blessed by you?"

"D-Daddy blessed me."

Your hands clawed their way across his muscular shoulder blades, nails sharply dug into Aegon's bareback, as he often enjoyed sleeping shirtless, his natural body warmth radiating from his scarred body. Now one hand snaked its way into his short, unkempt hair, avidly tugging at his silver strands, begging for more.

"Easy baby, so needy for her Daddy, huh? Never change baby, Daddy's always going to take care of you okay? No one can take care of you, like I have..."

"N-No one. Daddy protects me from cruel monsters, a-and evil men. I-I could never leave, D-Daddy."

Groans and growls pooled from Aegon's lush mouth, as his tongue teasingly lapped and pulled at your perky nipple.

"My perfect princess. That's right, baby... Now, you ready to take Daddy's cock? I'm feeling pretty big, princess. You've been getting me as hard as Valyrian steel."

His hand found yours, firmly guiding it down to where his stiff, rigid cock throbbed densely with enthusiasm, beneath his pants, desperately aching to be taken.

"Y-Yes... Only I deserve Daddy's cock."

Rightfully earning a low, jovial chuckle from Aegon, scoring his mutual amusement and agreement, nodding to your proud notion.

"That's right baby... Only you."

Heaving himself and you atop with such vigour, you aided Aegon in pulling his pants down, as his cock sprung into full action. The sight made you shiver and whimper instantly, how its reddened tip flashed in the dim light, with pre cum already oozing generously from the raw tip. His length modest, its width had always been a wondrous vision. Regardless of the preparation or the amount of times you had taken Aegon before, you could never quite adjust to his glorious girth.

"Easy baby, that's my good girl. D-Don't be afraid, I got you. You can take it, I know you can. Making Daddy so, very proud."

Carefully positioning you atop, as you began to gently settle down, the sharp jolt of pain, as its tip etched between your silk folds, made it subtly easier for him to slip his full mass in.

"Wet for me already, my cock's practically drowning baby... So tight for me, my sweet princess. I can feel you swallowing up my fat cock."

Witlessly yet diligently, bobbing up and down on Aegon's lap, as your father vigorously thrusted his heavy mass upwards, craving to shove himself deeper into your slick folds.

"Good girl, Y/N. Daddy's going to fuck you so hard, fill you up to the fucking brim with my seed. Want to carry Daddy's babes, like a good princess? Make Daddy so proud, huh?"

"Y-Yes, I'll do w-whatever Daddy says, whatever D-Daddy wants. Anything to m-make you proud."

The rough texture of Aegon's battle-torn hands, cooed and caressed at your back, one hand gripping your neck once more, keeping you steadily mounted against his body. His other hand, continued to firmly squeeze at your tender breast, almost mimicking a wringing motion, as though anticipating for milk to ooze.

"Making me the proudest Daddy in the realm, princess. But you are far from being done with your royal duties... I'm going to fuck you day and night, till I see your belly swell greatly with child, with our child... Not till we fill this entire keep with the future leagues of the Targaryen dynasty. And if anyone dares to question our customs... They can play the fucking fool and answer to me."

Aegon, in a breathless, heated rut, finally reached his almighty gusto. His fresh, hot seed spilling up into you, as it oozed out of your tight crevices, clenched around his achingly, pulsating cock. In turn, your cum released in a liberating gesture, pouring over Aegon's rigid, thick cock.

"Hmm, Daddy spoils me s'good. Blessed I am th-that you want me to carry your heirs. Blessed I am to be carry on your legacy, Daddy."

Just as you were about to dismount from Aegon's sturdy lap, and tense cock, still stretching out inside of you, did you feel his strong embrace pulling you back down, keeping you situated over him as you were before.

"Daddy's not done yet, princess... I told you, I am fucking you endlessly till I see this belly-" His palm lightly grazing over your lower stomach in circles.

"-swell and these beautiful tits, leak with milk as I knead and suck. I will fuck you day and night, till you reek of my scent, exhausted of pleasure, and drenched in my cum and sweat. Princess belongs to Daddy and the whole realm shall know of it. I won the war, and I shall win the heart of the realm... That is you, my angel."

The remainder of the night, into the sleepless, bright dawn of the morrow, Aegon had kept his rigid cock buried deeply, and warmly planted inside of you. As the hours nudged on, you could feel yourself repeatedly peaking inside, as did your father, growing more and more numb to the cramping sensation. Your wincing and whimpers did not go ignorantly unnoticed, as Aegon would lull you, praising how proud he was of you for taking him so well. The only time he released was to clean up the god awful mess strewed across the sheets, and the minor bleeding pooling from your inner thighs.

In the morrow, he commanded the servants to fetch you a warm, floral scented bath, with the condition that he bathe you himself. Breakfast was brought to you directly, as you remained bed bound resting and recuperating.

"Now it's Daddy's turn to take care of his princess. Just as you took care of me during those dreadful months. My sweet, precious angel never left her Daddy's side, like an obedient, loyal girl. And Daddy will never leave you, okay."

Words had spread like wildfire, as your belly and tits had swollen healthily with a growing babe inside. The maesters to confirm and seal your fate, Aegon and yourself could not have been happier. Despite the relentless, whispering gossip alongside the timid side glances, no one dared to speak against Aegon's decision to marry you lawfully in tradition of your Valyrian customs, otherwise. Blessing the King a long-awaited, hearty male heir, the prophecy his late father often uttered about in his ill, deluded state: Aegon believed the Prince that was Promised, would emerge from his bloodline, thanks to you.

credit for dividers - @/saradika 🤍

[aegoniiwifey]

*slides some money towards you* talk about spoiled son blob aegon pretty please?

Spoiled, Spoiled Boy!

HEADCANON

TROPE: Fat!spoiled!son!Aegon ii Targaryen

WORDS: 841.

WARNINGS: mentions of overeating/binge eating, male wg, rapid wg, soft feedism, spoiled!Aegon, fat play, moob play, mentions of masturbation.

A/N - I literally crave for this Aegon so bad, he would be so useless but so needy for you. I might write an alternative Modern AU for fat!spoiled!son Aegon ii.

this version of Aeg was deeply inspired by this incredible artwork !!!!

Aegon was always a much larger man, with a grand appetite and the constant spoils of being a royal Prince... He could have anything granted to him, by the snap of his fingers.

His family, especially his mother, had enabled him since his youth: embedding his gluttonous habits, as means to not "deal" with him.

As Aegon's gluttony grew with age, so did his stomach... And his body.

Alas, he was also known to be quite lazy. Only part-taking in physical activities such as dragon-riding and combat training when absolutely necessary.

After some time however, he began to make pitiful excuses to not attend, spending most of his time nestled in the privacy of his chambers, only ever coming out [particularly at night] to scourge the kitchen for some late-night treats.

Eventually the sedentary lifestyle hand in hand to his gluttony, began to amount...

His clothes, vastly more fitted and tighter, would eventually rip at the seams, fat bursting through the gaps of the ripped, rich fabrics.

Buttons spontaneously popping: Aegon often found it self-amusing to see how fast and how full he could stuff himself, until a button popped from the sow.

His once loose, baggy shirts had shrunk against his wide, distended gut and the fat rolls hanging at his sides: his plush belly overhung blatantly beneath, peaking through.

Alicent grew impatient with the consistent growth in Aegon's weight, and the haste need to re-alter his royal garments.

Aegon often whines about the maesters having to take his measurements, attending to regular health checks: the calipers were the worst, as they stung pinching onto his fat, especially at his pooling, dense hips. To a point, where he furiously yells at them to leave, in which the maesters scurry off in fear of punishment.

The gold jewels and rings that once embellished his fingers, now he could no longer wear, as his fingers had grown quite pudgy: he was adamant on getting them resized, although this became a habitual requirement.

Aegon's ass now wide and thickly plump, the weight of his mass would often have wooden furniture creak beneath his heavy weight. Some furniture even breaking beneath the Prince, as he was too large to mount.

It was also necessary to have his saddle resized to accommodate for his ballooned size, to fit Sunfyre, despite rarely flying, he did occasionally insist on visiting.

However, Aegon often struggled to walk, or more so waddle, a few feet around the castle grounds, nevertheless to the Dragonpit. A horse would not be able to bear his excess weight, and was instead carried by a litter of a few solid, strong men.

During royal feasts and balls, Aegon would often bicker with Alicent and Otto, desperate to remain absent, often using the excuse that he had a "terrible stomach ache" or some ailment, in which Alicent would often succumb to her eldest sons' whines and groans: Otto, although reluctant to accept for Alicent's sake, knew better than to see through Aegon's deceitful cries.

Aegon was a hog, although he knew how to manipulate his mother emotionally, toiling with her misfortune to gain what he wanted.

He often commanded for his servants to fetch him trolleys and trays decked with succulent sweets, pastries, meats and wine or ale, to be served directly to his chamber.

The kitchen staff grew fairly familiar with his "feeding" schedule. Surprisingly, Aegon was very particular with what he enjoyed to eat and what he despised [mostly green vegetables], in which the kitchen staff also had grown ideal to.

He rather enjoyed lazily lying in bed, as he gorged on his feast: he found it convenient so, as he would often be too bloated and full to move, let alone mobilise.

Needing to attend to his belly rubs that he found soothed the bloating as it encouraged his belches, whilst it also made his eager cock twitch and stiffen with satisfaction.

Aegon grew quite impressed with his own appetite.

Aegon would struggle after some period of immense weight gain to masturbate: although found excitement in playing with his own fat, especially his grotesquely chunky blubber than grew beneath his waistline, above where his cock would spring... His very own fat pad.

He enjoyed rutting against a large pillow or the mattress itself, to feel something, some sort of friction between his aching cock.

And he rather relished in massaging at his moobs: often demanding his maid to massage at his fat, including his tits, coating it in oil.

Despite the cruel remarks of his family: Aegon rather enjoyed his new found "body", embracing his insatiable hunger and drive to stay as full as possible, he loved the idea of pampering himself, exhibiting his overindulgence with his body.

Regarding it as a big "fuck you" to the strict principles of his stern family.

That even though he was a fat prince, he was a Prince nonetheless... And mayhaps, the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

If no one else would openly bask and enjoy the riches of being royal... Why should he not?

[aegoniiwifey]

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

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

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

I WANT THIS I NEED THIS!!!!

[aegoniiwifey]

Eeeeekkkk babe I have a lil drabble for this pic

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

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

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

[aegoniiwifey]

Ma’am!! I’ve come to humbly request something from you! 😔 Id love to see chubby aegon with prompt 25, focusing on a body part other than bellies (asker’s choice). I will go feral over man tiddies and those fingers of his thank you in advance.

Changes

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 533

WARNINGS: chubby!aegon, belly kink, mentions of moobs, nipple play, minor references to lactation (kink), nipple sucking, arm kink (?), soft feederism, fat kink, humiliation kink.

A/N - bestie the idea of Aegon with moobs is enough to make me bite wood... you just get me ♥️ I hope you don't mind, I combined the requests together since it was for the same prompt! these requests are based off this prompt list, #25 [focusing on a body part other than bellies (asker’s choice)].

and yes, that is Jim Hopper as a body reference… don’t judge me!

Aegon's weight gain was a change you did not mind at all. In fact, you actually embraced his growth wholeheartedly, even if it was quite substantial.

The most blatant and noticeable physical change was his swollen, plush stomach that tripled in mass and width, fleshy rolls enveloping his sides, ample fat pooling at his hips.

Although, what intrigued you the most about his fattening body, was his tits... Technically, his moobs.

The more he devoured and ate whatever his hungry eyes laid on that was edible, his chest grew exponentially now having handful sized breasts.

The way his nipples and skin around his pecs were sensitive under your gentle, teasing touch, red, raw stretch marks surrounding the skin.

You would often relish in some devious, playful teasing, remarking on how luscious and massive his tits had grown.

"Aeg, baby, your tits are bigger than mine now. Mayhaps we have children, you'll be the one dripping with milk!"

You loved to flick at his sensitive, blush pink nipples. The way he would mindlessly moan when you would caress and fondle at them, massaging his tits with oil and lotion [him having to beg you, as he finds it helps to moisturise his stretching skin].

He would just be squirming, whimpering for more, for him to fuck you for some release, getting stiff from the nipple play.

Sometimes you even greedily enjoy playing with his moobs whilst he is eating or as you hand feed him yourself: as he gets fuller, teasing at how you can sense his tits already growing beneath your hold, the more you stuff him or so he does himself, abundantly.

More so, when you suck on his tits, demanding him to position himself on all fours, stomach just grazing over the surface of the mattress/floor, with you sprawled beneath, lips latched.

Eventually, with the exertion of his heavy weight along with the effects of gravity, his back arching in pain, he much prefers having you seated on his wide, thick lap grinding on him, you nestled in his strong arms, as you suckled on.

Not to mention his ARMS!!!

Aegon originally leaned towards the pudgier side in terms of his physicality.

Although the new lengths he reached now, made the older Aegon look scrawny, as though someone had pumped and inflated him steadily.

His arms bulky and plush now, the meaty flesh filled with copious bulging adipose was enjoyable enough to grip and squeeze.

Often your red, imprinted fingerprints left evident marks against his pale skin, from your tight grip: although Aegon did not mind, he could hardly feel you squeeze with all your bite.

You found them sturdy to hold, especially his broader, softer shoulders.

Even more so, Aegon's hands themselves, his fat had evenly spread across his entire body, even stored in his fingers, becoming pudgier, his grip although rough, was soft with the excess meat on his bones.

His hands, wrists and forearms/elbows scored with creases along certain joints of his body from the ample chub pooling across his limbs.

Nonetheless, you were enthusiastic about Aegon's physicality changes. Worshipping his growth, Aegon was scarcely insecure with his body, for your affections spoke for themselves loudly.

[americanprometheuss]

sleep deprivation getting so bad that i just read a post abt hotd as “the blood of the dragonfruit runs thick” and was like yeah i guess you could call dragon fruit juice blood but what does that have to do with aegon and rhaenyra

[aegoniiwifey]

bringing this back cause it scream Aegon ii

[lucien-calore]

make viserys, rhaenyra, aegon ii and helaena fat 2k24 !!!

[aegoniiwifey]

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

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

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

[lovelykhaleesiii]

apologies TMI, but I am getting my periods and spiralling into Aegon brainrot… I need that man to destroy me sexually physically emotionally spiritually ♥️♥️♥️

[wh0lemilk0vich]

Ugh I wanna write more chubby Aegon especially like Aegond and Jacaegon pairings but I'm so uninspired 😭

[sugarpopss]

I think about aegon being described as a glutton (and as having a pouty mouth) literally every day

[puppyxaegon]

Lords of Chaos, Preview

Aegon ii Targaryen x Ramsay Bolton

Merry late Christmas everyone, and here's a special gift for @ginwicche , a rough preview of my Aegon x Ramsay fic, Lords of Chaos! We will go down with this little crackship. For a little background here, Aegon is being shipped up north and married off to the bastard himself. Why you may ask??? Jurys still out of that one but hey its happening somehow and its gonna be great trust me. This is basically the first scene I've written so it will probably look quite a bit different once I begin posting the full story with the overarching plot more solidly figured out. This preview is of course to give an intro to anyone who may be interested, and for me to start feeling out the story a bit more! This fic is very much a work in progress and in its earlier stages so comments, suggestions, and ideas are more than welcome! Requests are open as well.

Aegon knew he would hate the north, but was is far beyond anything he'd expected. The trip had lasted for weeks, and each day seemed to grow colder and colder. The temperatures cut right through his ill-suited clothing, his extremities ached, and by this point he had lost count of the nosebleeds. Whichever imbecile planned the trip had also woefully underprepared for the amount of alcohol that Aegon sustains himself on, and now that they neared the end of the journey, he hadn't had a drink in days. Between the complete absence of wine, the constant sway and bounce of the carriage, and the stench of horse shit, Aegon had felt sick for days; even stopping the carriage several times to vomit out from the side door. The sorrowful eyes of his mother didn't help either, glaring at him from the other seat in the small space they shared.

The deep chill of the region increasingly crept in through the cracks of the structure, and though Aegon had been told of the miserable frigidity it hadn't prepared him for the reality of it. Why does anyone choose to live in a place like this? He wondered. Where the very fucking air hurts.

As he felt the carriage lurch to a stop, his head swam and he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as his stomach threatened to empty itself once again. The feeling was quickly replaced though as he realized this must be it, they were here and his eyes shot open. He seized the hands of his mother in both of his and absently rubbed anxious circles into the backs of them. He stared at her and hardly knew what to say, feeling desperation overlayed with a frantic fear that threatened to overtake him. He swallowed, attempting to remove some of the emotion from his voice. 

"Please, Mother-" he croaked "let us put this madness to bed? Look at me-" he shook her hands and now she too shuddered. "I've learned my lesson! I'll- I'll do whatever you want me to do just please let me go home. Let me come back home with you." Surely she couldn't mean to leave him here, alone? 

She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head, exhaling deeply. “Aegon, this is no game, its done, my love. You know I can’t-" 

“But mother-”

“I love you, my boy,” she brought their entwined hands to cup the sides of her face, warming Aegon’s fingers against her rosy cheeks. “I love you as I have told you time and time again, but this is the way now. I have tried and you have shut me out at every juncture. This is never what I wanted but you made your choices, and here now we are. This is what we have left.”

He felt indignation rise in him when he saw a tear fall from her eye, as if she wasn’t fucking doing this to him. He pulled his hands away abruptly, shoving them under his arms and clenching his jaw tightly. He’d suddenly felt the urge to squeeze her hands harder, until the joints popped and she could start to understand the pain she was inflicting on him.

"Father would have never allowed this for his child", he growled. 

"You are his child Ae-"

"Right." He cut her off, pressing himself into the corner and creating as much space between them as possible.

She went to speak again but just then the door swung open and Ser Cole stood before them. He bowed his head quickly, looking between the two of them. Aegon wrapped his arms around his trembling form, squinting against the sunlight reflecting off the thin layer snow which blanketed the ground. "Your Grace, My lord. We have arrived at the Dreadfort. The Boltons are prepared to receive you."

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They entered through the castle’s heavy gates on horseback. Most of the traveling party waited outside, set to enter after the official reception of The Prince and The Queen, along with few knights and guards. They dismounted within the walls before a small party of onlookers, guards, and what he supposed what must pass for a court in this place, standing at attention. Aegon faltered for a moment, glancing at his mother who remained near to her horse, motioning for him to proceed. His legs felt wobbly as he approached, feeling the snow crunch beneath his feet and the sinking feeling in his gut worsened still. 

The place looked…fucking evil. He could think of little more to describe it. A great square pile of black stone, featureless and absent of any windows. The banners they flew at each corner and the crest embossed on so many surfaces proudly showed a man upended, with all the skin ripped from his body. How positively charming. The people, while not as terrifying, looked simply fucking grim. Grim gray clothes, sullen gray faces, and dead gray eyes pressed in on Aegon from all sides. Most appeared shapeless in layers upon layers of cloaks, tunics, leathers and furs to block the cold. They all wore vacant or otherwise unpleasant expressions barring the three figures who stood front and center, a tall thin man and a short fat woman flanking a pale young man with a mop of dark hair. They all watched him intently, and as he got closer, Aegon could see that he had been wrong about the eyes of these people. The young man in the middle had the bluest and most striking eyes he had ever seen, and so pale it felt as if he were looking through them rather than at them. Like he was coming face to face with a ghost.

The older man stepped forward “Welcome, honored guests.” His tone was friendly, but the man had a stern voice and calculating eyes that seemed to take in every possible detail. “I am Roose Bolton and this-” he stepped aside gesturing to the young man who now wore a wide smile “is my son, Ramsay Bolton.”

It wasn't a proper display of manners, certainly, but the cold and seemed to have slowed Aegon's mind as well as his body. When he opened his mouth to speak, no works came to him, so he quickly closed it again. He blinked at the strangers before him before glancing back at his mother who returned his gaze, eyes wide and brows furrowed in bewilderment.

Ser Cole took a quick few steps forward and cleared his throat, stopping behind Aegon's back. "We now present the Lord Aegon Targaryen" he pronounced loudly, "Second of his name, and first born son of his Grace the King Viserys Targaryen." As Ser Cole now retreated, Ramsay took a large step forward.

“It is an honor to meet you, My Lord Targaryen. We have long awaited your arrival” Aegon was unexpectedly unnerved by the man's presence. There was something about his manner that set his teeth on edge. Perhaps it was in those freezing blue eyes that seethed with an intensity that was absent from every other bit of body language. But there was something in his voice too. It was clear and even, but with an odd lilt, as if he held a joke just behind his teeth. It reminded Aegon of the showmen he sometimes saw in the streets and alleys of Kings Landing at night, the magicians who waved their hands in mystifying patterns and performed impossible illusions with ordinary objects. Slimy was the only word that came to mind, though it made little sense. He removed a leather glove from his hand before lifting one of Aegon’s from his side and bowing to press a chaste kiss onto his knuckles, not breaking eye contact once. His stomach twisted, and he fought the urge to yank his hand back and run as far as his now feeble legs could take him. This was all wrong. All too much, all too surreal, and too fucking cold.

“You must be weary, My Lord. I’ve heard the journey from the south can be arduous.” Ramsay’s eyes raked over slowly. Had he blinked? “Please, follow us inside.” 

“I… I don’t-” Aegon mumbled but his lips didn’t want to form words now either, and his mind couldn’t seem to find them. Ramsay’s jaw tensed, and Aegon could see him bite the inside of his cheek and twist his lips, as if suppressing a smile. 

He looked down lamely and squeezed his eyes shut tight, attempting to regain his composure. Everything seemed far away. He brought a hand to his face and it felt frigid. Before he could notice her approach, hiss mother was at his side, gripping his arm far too tight. 

She shook him slightly, craning her neck to look into his eyes frantically. “Aegon? What’s wrong my dear are you feeling alright?”

When he raised his eyes again, Ramsay was closer, his smile wider and now showing shiny teeth. “No, he doesn’t look quite well does he?" Aegon could feel the heat radiating off of his body. How the hell was he so warm in this weather? And what was that fucking look? Excited? Amused? A fox with a fucking rat in it’s teeth? His mother squeezed his arm painfully, shaking him and it was all too much, too fucking much as he pulled back from her roughly, back from Ramsay’s too close face and too sharp teeth. He thought he might be sick. He’d planned to take a few steps back but upon trying found himself utterly unbalanced, and when he next opened his eyes there were faces looking down at him. The faces of his mother, of the Boltons, of Ser Cole and of others he didn’t recognize. They all seemed to be speaking, but he couldn’t hear a thing.

He looked past them, up at the great white sky until the figures around him began dissolving from the edges of his sight. For a moment his vision was all white, the pallid sky seeming to rush in on him, swallowing every other sensation, before dark spots appeared; growing and quickly burning through the light, taking every one of Aegon’s thoughts with it until there was nothing left.

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Do NOT speak to me about how corny it was for me to end the scene with a fainting spell okay…gotta have that cliffhanger good stopping point and convenient transition all wrapped into one ammirite. Anyways apologies if there are any silly mistakes here as I stayed up all night forcing myself to finish this because adhd brain. Hope everyone enjoyed!!

[aegoniiwifey]

Ahhhh yes omg

Her Uncle Aemond's fingers were so long, as he slid one inside, then two, stretching her tight, creamy pussy. "So wet, baby," Aemond nipped at her neck, as she whined, pressing her back against his chest, muscled and firm, so different from her Daddy's soft one. "U-Uncle," She panted as Aemond's thumb rubbed agonising circles around her clit, while he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. "That's it, sweet niece, you like bouncing on Uncle's fingers?" He hummed, her wetness dripping down onto his Tom Ford slacks. Aegon's meeting finally finished, and he knew that Aemond went to pick up his baby girl, much to his annoyance. When he pushed open the door to Aemond's office, he was greeted with the sight of her being fucked by his brother's fingers, her school shirt pulled open as Aemond's free hand tugged on her nipples. He was fuming, as he growled, "Aemond you fucking-" "Join us, brother," Aemond said with a smug grin as his niece tried to stifle a moan, to offer her father an explanation while Aemond' s fingers were fucking her stupid. "D-Daddy-" She gasped, as Aemond curled his fingers up just right. "P-Please-Uhh-" Her head fell back on Aemond's shoulder. Aegon shut the door, locked it, and slowly approached, as he said in a dangerously low voice. "Daddy's gonna punish you, baby- for being such a little slut. Open wide, let daddy fuck that throat and teach you a lesson."

YES YES YES YES ooooooh I need them both right now 🥴🥴🥴🥴

[wh0lemilk0vich]

Henlo loves,

As usual making my weekly plea for chubsmut asks

Prompt me for later tonight and tomorrow while I work from home

I'll be your best friend 🥺🥺