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aegon x niece!reader (rhaenyras first born no mention of the dad)
anon request - i feel like i made this way more angsty than you requested but im just angsty rn but im hoping this works for you
Summary: Aegon had come close to having everything he wanted until it was all taken away. When the opportunity arises he takes swift actions to try and get everything back that he had lost.
Warnings: 18+ swearing, driftmark scene but i don’t touch on the eye situation, forced drinking of moon tea, alicent hitting aegon, larys mention and dialogue, a quick death(not mc), alicents a meanie in this one, just angst all over but happy ending, fingering, p in v
Authors Note: hey 👋🏼 how yall doing 🙂 um i dunno my brain decided to have no inspo to write so yeah! but im dipping my toes in again so anyways.. here’s a different kind of aegon than how i’ve written him before and i loved this request and im sorry it took me forever
Word Count: 6.9k
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Driftmark - Laena’s Funeral
Aegon had only ever felt loved around two beings. Sunfyre and you. This weekend he had both of you. He didn’t care that it was for a funeral. He could sneak you away and keep you in his chambers with wine. Then before daybreak you could go flying with him. The perfect weekend while everyone was distracted with the Stranger. He comes to your side and clasps your hand in his.
“Might I offer you some comfort in my chambers.” you scoff at his words but you can’t help when the corners of your mouth turn up.
“It would be uncomely of us.” you squeeze his hand.
“We all grieve in our own ways.” he steps closer to you.
“Why would I seek your comfort?” your words low as you glance up at him.
“You want to play this game at a funeral?” he brushes your hair back as he whispers next to your ear.
“What game?” you blink up at him.
“My Gods just come to my chambers.” he breaks into a smile. “I have wine,” his breath fans across your neck. “And of course my cock.” he chuckles when you lean against him. “I could arrange to have lemon cakes delivered too.”
“You’ve convinced me.” you nod your head and he’s pulling you down the back steps a moment later.
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You and Aegon gasp and pull apart as the doors to his chambers are ripped open beholding both of your guards and an angry looking Alicent. She looks over you both in horror before hissing at you both to dress and meet her in the hall. After untangling you both hastily dress and stumble to the door. When you open the door you're greeted by Alicent whispering to the maester and looking over you both.
She starts down the hall and you both follow with your guards a step behind you. As you enter the hall you’re greeted by absolute uproar. Is this all because you and Aegon were found together? Surely that wouldn’t cause for everyone to be awake. Your eyes land on your younger brothers and gasp at their cuts and flock to their sides. Aegon watches you run to them and turns to his mother only to be greeted with her hand across his face.
Everything happens so quickly after that Rhaenyra and Daemon push through doors then followed by Corlys and Rhaenys. Everyone is yelling and you gasp when Aemond turns towards your brothers. Viserys yells over everyone and the hall goes silent. Whispers are heard from all corners and he slams his cane on the ground.
“It was a planned attack. While her daughter seduced and distracted Aegon.” your face crumples at her words. “I’ve had the maester brew her a tea.” the maester pushes through the crowd with weary eyes.
“I-
“No.” Aegon shakes his head. “She will not drink that.” Alicent turns and glares at him. “I’ll take her hand.” there are muffled laughs across the hall. Your heart is racing as you’re staring from the maester to Aegon then to Alicent.
“No.” you shake your head as the maester continues to approach you. “I won’t drink that.”
“You won’t.” Aegon pushes down the steps.
The next ten minutes are engraved in Aegon’s head. His father forcing you to drink the tea as you cry. Your mother not stopping it no matter how hard you cried and pleaded. His mother hitting him in the face for leaving Aemond. He felt as if his future, his happiness was taken from him that night. He watched as your mother dragged you out of the hall with your brothers behind her and he never got an opportunity to speak to you since.
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The day after Aegon’s coronation
Aegon flares his nostrils as his counsel members repeat the same thing he’s been hearing for well over a decade now. He must marry but he refuses to do so. There has only been one for him and everyone knows it. Every time he utters your name his mother groans and slams her hands on the table saying she’ll hear no more. His counselors sigh and quickly shuffle out of the hall.
“Why must you make everything so difficult?” his mother puts her head in her hands.
“I didn’t want the crown, the throne, any of this. I just want her.” he sighs. “Leave me here.” she scoffs at his dismissal but leaves nonetheless.
“Your Grace,” he tosses his head back at that voice.
“Yes, Larys?” he cracks his eyes open.
“I have heard some whispers.” Larys himself whispers across the table.
“Regarding what?” Aegon drawls.
“Your beloved. They say she’s been sent off to the Eyrie.” Aegon's brows furrow. “Her hand in exchange for some thousand men.” he watches as Aegon white knuckles the marble ball in front of him.
“She’s in the Eyrie now?” he snaps his eyes over to Larys. “You know this for certain?”
“I would never dream of troubling you with false rumors, Your Grace.” Larys nods his head once.
“Do you have passage for me?” Aegon sits up straighter and turns his attention to the man across from him.
“It may be best if you were to take Sunfyre.” Aegon narrows his eyes. “Though best to do this at night and stay over the water as long as you can.” Larys stands and makes his way over to the map.
“Do you know where in the castle she’s being held?” he watches as Larys shows him the path to take to get into the Eyrie.
Larys gives him all of the information he has as Aegon starts to walk down the main steps. Larys urges him not to go now and make a better plan but Aegon has had enough of waiting. Aegon rolls his eyes as Larys pushes himself into the carriage with him. For the entire ride to the pits Larys is telling him everything he knows and best ways to get in and out quickly with no one seeing.
Larys hobbles out of the carriage with him into the pits and watches as the keepers slowly walk up to him and help him prepare. Aegon smiles as Sunfyre cranes his neck down and Aegon pats his neck before turning back to Larys once more. Larys goes over the information once more but Aegon can’t focus on anything besides the thought of seeing you in a couple hours.
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Aegon’s heart is thundering as he pushes through the trees and bushes. When the massive stone wall comes into view he sighs in relief. He made it this far without getting caught, he can almost feel your warm embrace and that keeps him going. He starts west along the wall looking for the crumbling door that Larys described. After about twenty minutes he’s sure he went the wrong direction until a piece of metal glints in the moonlight.
Pushing away the leaves and vines a handle comes into view and he pulls the door. It creaks softly and once he’s through the barrier he’s off on a stone path leading up to the back of the castle. He’s constantly checking his surroundings and looking over his shoulder as he makes his way down the path. He stops in front of another door and takes a deep breath and picks up a small stone. He clutches to the dagger on his hip and nods before grabbing the handle and opening the door.
The dark staircase to his left is exactly as Larys had described and he takes the steps two at a time until he reaches the third floor. This information better be truthful or he’ll be dead before the sun rises. He walks down the hall and sure enough he sees a guard posted at the fourth door. His heart beats faster but he came up with a plan on the ride here but it’s time to execute it. He grabs a stone out of his pocket and turns back down the hall, leaving you for a couple more minutes.
The stone in his hand feels heavy and it should, everything depends on a small stone from the garden and foolish hope that he’ll have you once more. His steps become more sure and when he reaches the next corner he tosses the stone around it and runs silently back around hoping your guard went after the noise. Breathing out a soft chuckle he sprints to the door and pushes his way in and clicks the door shut softly.
He rests his head against the wood and catches his breath. He hears a gasp and his heart stops when his eyes snap open. It’s you. You’re in front of him. He doesn’t even notice the steps he’s taking until he’s beside your bed. You’re looking up at him with so many emotions he can’t figure it out. He steps back and holds out his hand to you.
“Let’s go.” his soft voice startles you both.
“No.” you shake your head and his heart stops.
“Yes.” he furrows his brows.
“Why would I go with you?” you scoot away from him on your bed.
“Because I love you.” he searches your eyes. “And you love me.” he shakes his head. “We don’t have time to play this game.” he reaches for your arm but you scoot even further away.
“I loved you.” the three words slam into him.
“I- You don’t..” his face crumbles and he shakes his head. “No.” his face sets. “No. They won’t take you from me. Get up.” he nods his head.
“Aegon,” his eyes snap to yours. “I’m not coming with you.” you blink up at him unsure of to what he’ll do.
“Get up and let’s go.” he nods. “You love me.”
“I’m betrothed.” you whisper.
“I don’t care.” he walks over to your wardrobe and grabs a robe for you. “Let’s go. We have to go.” he holds the robe out for you. “Please?” he whispers. “Please come with me. Things are different. I can protect you properly now.” he nods, assuring you and himself. “I love you.” his voice cracks. “The only thing I’ve ever wanted was you.” he frowns. “Please,” he steps forward and you don’t scoot back.
“Aegon.” he closes his eyes at your voice.
“Please? Please,” he gets down onto his knees. “Please.” he looks down at his hands.
“Will you force me to go with you?” he shakes his head at your words.
“No.” he shrugs. “Then call your guard in.” you furrow your brows.
“They’ll kill you.” you whisper.
“I don’t care.” he looks up to you. “I don’t.” he shakes his head. “Then I’m done. There’s nothing left.” he lets out a broken laugh as he stands. “I have nothing. No one.” he starts towards the door. “I will always love you. Until my last breath and long after.” his words are causing you pain as he’s about to reach the door..
“Wait.” you chew your lip. “I’ll..” your brain is running a mile a minute. “I’ll come with.” he spins to you.
“Do not toy with me.” you take in the tears running down his cheeks.
“I’m not.” you snatch up the robe from your bed and hastily put it on.
You don’t know what has possessed you to go with him but you felt your heart crack when he reached for that door. When you first saw him tonight your emotions were everywhere. You’ve tried to push away the last night you saw him but it’s been engraved in your mind. Your heart breaking. The loss of Aegon. The loss of the child you didn’t even think you would be carrying. You both were so young and your surroundings so hateful.
“Are you sure?” your eyes snap up to his.
“I’m scared.” you whisper.
“Of what?” he wipes at your tears you didn’t know began falling.
“What if they take me from you again? Take..” you shake your head and he watches you splay your hand on your stomach. “What if I get pregnant and they won’t let me keep it again?” his heart stops at your words.
“That will never happen again.” he rests his hand on top of yours. “It should’ve never happened in the first place.” he furrows his brows. “I’m sorry. I..” his voice cracks. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you both. I hate myself for it everyday.” he sniffles. “Everyday.” he sighs. “I don’t deserve you.” he shakes his head. “Here.” he shoves his dagger into your hands. It’s the dagger that separated your families all those years ago. “Just kill me. I don’t deserve you.” you’re staring down at the dagger and then up to his tear stained cheeks.
“Take this back.” you whisper. “Get us out of here.” he nods and slows his labored breathing.
He exhales and sheaths the dagger. You walk to the door and send your guard to retrieve you a cup of tea before sealing the door once more. Aegon is behind you with quaking hands and he looks you over and nods. He cracks open the door and grabs your hand before he starts to tug you through. His feet are sure as he leads you across the stone. All it took was a grunt and a gasp as you both turn the corner and now his blade is out once more.
“What is going on here?” your heart stops as your betrothed stands before the both of you.
Next thing Aegon knows is there is blood on his dagger and your betrothed is crumpling to the ground. Your eyes go wide in disbelief but Aegon is already pulling you down the hall. You’re both moving so fast it’s as if you're flying down the stone and when the cold air kisses your face your adrenaline spikes. He tugs you down the stone path and finally lets go of the breath he was holding as you make it to the other side of the wall.
“You’re okay.” it’s not really a question or a statement but you nod all the same.
You hear the mighty wing beats before you start to faintly see gold shining in the moonlight. You’re both sprinting and ducking between trees and when Sunfyre comes into view you stop. Gods he’s even more magnificent than you recall. You watch Aegon pat him and check him over before holding his arm out for you. You look at his outstretched hand and you can feel the desperation that extends from it. You know by grabbing his hand you’ll be saying goodbye to your family but you felt as if you did that all those years ago when no one besides Aegon advocated for you not to drink the moon tea.
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The Keep is in an uproar when you and Aegon step inside the main door. He waves everyone off and leads you through the crowd and at the edge of the stairs waits his mother. She looks down at both of you before shaking her head and walking up the stairs. You both follow after her, hands still firmly clasped together. She leads you both directly to the council chambers and he has you take a seat at the head chair as he stands next to you.
“We’re going to be wed before the sun sets tomorrow.” you hear his mother let out a scoff.
“Absolutely not.” she shakes her head. “You will not wed your childhood whore.”
“You forget yourself.” Aegon answers quickly. “You only have a place on this council because I allow it so. If you wish for me to keep your throne warm then I will wed her.”
“This could be advantageous for us.” one of his Lords speaks up.
“I don’t care what it brings about. Make sure the preparations are seen to. We’re going to bed, it's been a long night.” your mind races never having seen this side of him before.
“Your Grace, might we-
“No.” he shakes his head and offers you his hand.
You can feel everyone’s eyes on your back as he leads you down the stairs. You look up at him when he offers you a reassuring hand squeeze as you make it to the bottom of the landing. He begins to lead you down the hall still unable to wrap his hand around the fact that he’s finally gotten you back. You ascend another set of familiar stairs when he clears his throat.
“Do you want your old chambers?” he whispers.
“No.” you scoot closer to him.
“Would you like to stay with me?” you nod your head.
He leads you to the set of double doors and opens one of them for you. You walk in and look around remembering being in here with your grandfather in your younger years. The replica of the city has been replaced with flagons of wine and cups. There’s coin scattered around as if he hosts parties here when he’s not out.
“I’ll have it cleaned for us tomorrow. We can change anything you would like.” he watches you with his back pressed against the doors.
“I hope you at least got yourself a new featherbed.” you turn to him with a half smile.
“I had his burned with him.” he offers you a lopsided smile.
“Are you sad?” you tilt your head. “About his death.”
“No.” he answers simply. “Are you?”
“No.” you whisper.
You both stare at each other from across the solar feeling every single foot.. inch.. centimeter between the two of you. You both let your eyes roam over one another seeing how the years treated each other. He starts to walk over to you and you feel your heart start to beat faster. He walks past you into the bed chambers and you turn and watch him. He pulls out a tunic from his wardrobe and hands it to you.
“I’ll get you new gowns and night dresses tomorrow. Will this be okay for tonight?” he offers you a small smile.
“Yes.” you whisper. “Thank you.”
“The bathing chambers are over there.” he clears his throat.
You quickly walk past him and leave him standing there staring after you. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. He’s been dreaming of this night for years but everything is different. There’s no instant lust like he thought, of course he thinks you look absolutely beautiful but he just wants to hold you. Look at you. Never let you out of his sight. But he also wants to keep his distance and let things move at your pace and what makes you comfortable. He already- His mind goes blank as you walk out of the bathing chambers in his tunic.
“Which side of the bed can I have?” your soft words wash over him.
“Either.” he nods and watches you go to his side of the bed and pull the covers back. “I’ll be back.” he grabs a pair of sleep pants and walks into the bathing chamber.
He almost collapses when he makes it into the bathing chambers. Everything comes crashing down around him. All of the events. Everything that could happen. Is he putting you in imminent danger by keeping you here? He can’t even wrap his head around the fact that you're laying in his bed right now. He looks up and sees the tears running down his cheeks and realizes that he’s sobbing.
“Aegon?” you knock softly on the door. “Are you okay?” you crack the door open and take in his red face.
You breeze past the door and wrap your arms around him. You both cling together and slowly sink to the cool stone floor. Your own tears join his as you hold each other and softly sniffle. Neither of you say anything as the minutes tick by. You can feel the emotion and needs bubbling around you both and you squeeze him tighter. He holds you closer in return until you both settle. You wipe his tears as he wipes yours and you leave without saying anything so he can change.
He walks out into his bed chambers to you curled under his blankets with puffy eyes and red cheeks. He walks to the other side of the bed and crawls beneath the blankets. He turns on his side to face you and you scoot closer. He scoots closer to you and you both repeat the same movements until your hands are clasped and you’re sharing the same body heat.
“Do you truly wish to marry me?” he searches your eyes.
“I have for my whole life.” you whisper out one of your longest held secrets.
“Do you still love me?” his voice cracks.
“I lied when I said I didn’t.” your heart sinks thinking back to your words.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” you nod your head. The both of you finally let your heavy eyes shut for the night as you continue to cling on to each other.
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Everyone has been running around all morning and you can’t keep track of every handmaid that comes in and out of your shared chambers. They hissed and your and Aegon's puffy eyes from crying and whisked him out of your chambers as they began to ready you. Gowns upon gowns were brought in with new fabric and slippers and jewels and everything you could think of.
Once you were out of the bath with your hair being tended to you were soon stepping into different skirts. They dressed you and moved you as they pleased and never got any complaint from you. And for that fact they would bring you lemon cakes and offer you whispered praise. You were happy to be doted upon, it gave you a nice distraction from everything that has been going on.
Once the sun had finally crested over the Blackwater she came. She wore a deep emerald dress and on her face adorned her normal scowl. She wafted into the room like a winters breeze and stood before you. She looked over the gown and to the lemon cake in your hand and scoffed. The handmaids held their breath and kept their eyes downcast as she looked you over.
“Find a different gown. This one has sugar on its skirts.” she rips the lemon cake from your fingers and leaves the room and thankfully takes the heaviness with her.
Your handmaid's offer you apologetic smiles as they begin to untie you from your skirts. You step out of them with a small shrug and they place you into a new gown. This one is more fitting to your tastes anyways. And when you ask for a lemon cake you smirk when they hand it to you with a conspirators look.
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Aegon has been locked inside the council chambers all morning. His wine cup has been dry for an hour now and another Lord is offering up his daughter in place of you. He’s about ready to have all of these Lords hanged but he won’t have such a gruesome scene on his wedding day. The doors burst open and he slumps down in his chair when his mother enters.
“What now?” he drawls, wishing he could just whisk you away and be done with all of this.
“I found her eating lemon cakes and sullying her skirts.” Alicent takes her place at the table.
“Gods forbid my wife indulge in a piece of cake.” he shakes his head and tosses his hands into the air. “What would you like to be done? Shall she be tossed in the dungeons? Hanged? Over a lemon cake.” he slams his hands on the table. “I’m done. I’ve had enough. Whatever gown she is in by the time I get there that’s what she’ll be wed in. We’re going straight to the main hall. Gather the septon and maesters. I’m done with the waiting and the toying around.” he pushes his chair back and thuds down the stairs leaving his councilors and mother to stare after him.
He’s been dressed for some time now and he’s getting jittery. He’s scared that if you don’t wed soon you’ll be taken from him again. The hours you’ve spent apart this morning are starting to give him paranoia and he starts to sprint up the stairs nervous he won’t find you where you should be. He bursts into your shared chambers and all of the air is sucked from his lungs when you turn to him.
“Beautiful.” he whispers and your handmaid's bow their heads and quickly scurry out of the room leaving the both of you alone.
“How has your morning treated you?” you step down from the small pedestal.
“I wish for us to marry.” he can’t keep his eyes from looking all over you.
“I believe that’s why I’m in this gown and you’re in that ensemble.” you nibble your lip.
“I..” he clears his throat. “I wish for us to wed now.” his eyes slide up to yours.
“Then call the septon and maesters.” you stop at the table and grab another lemon cake.
“I have.” he slowly walks over to you. “My mother has told me to punish you for eating these and sullying your gown.” he plucks the cake from your hands. “Open.” your eyes flick to his as warmth spreads across your cheeks. You open your mouth and allow him to feed you the small cake. Your eyes flutter shut when the tart is replaced with sweetness.
“And will you punish me, my king?” you open your eyes and smile when he has another lemon cake waiting at your lips.
“I will never.” he whispers. “You will always be safe with me.”
“I missed you.” you take a small bite of the cake.
“I missed you too.” he sets the cake down and pulls you into his embrace. “Are you ready to go to the main hall?”
“I thought it wasn’t until later.” you mumble into his chest.
“I’ve had them get everything ready. I don’t wish to wait another minute without you bound to me and I to you.” he holds you tighter.
“Lead the way.” you pull back and smile up at him.
As he leads you through the halls your memories from your youth begin to fold your mind. Your eyes dart around and you notice how everyone stops and bows their heads as you both pass. It’s not that you haven’t thought about it but after this ceremony you will be Queen. This changes everything and nothing all at once. You lean in closer to Aegon as he helps lift your skirts as you walk down the stairs.
He fans your skirts behind you before he offers you his arm. The bubble you two seem to be in continues to carry you down the hall where a pair of guards stand and open the doors for you both. Greeting you is a small group of people, most of whom you don’t even know. The smiles don’t quite reach everyone’s eyes but you couldn’t care less and the both of you approach the maester and the septon.
“Are you both ready?” the maester greets with a warmer expression. You look up at Aegon and nod and step closer to him.
“We are.” he nods to the man.
Aegon has his hands clasps with yours tightly as the septon steps forward and begins to recite the ceremonial words and prayer. You don’t pay attention to anyone else in the room as you look up at Aegon. He feels his eyes welling with hot tears and he knows his cheeks must be red by now. He lets out a small sound when you cup his cheek and rub a soothing thumb against his heated skin.
“I love you.” you whisper not caring if you're interrupting the septons flow. “I have forever and I will always.”
He sniffles and encases your hand on his cheek and turns his head slightly to place a soft kiss on it. His mother clears her throat and you both turn to the septon and maester and they offer you small nods confirming the ceremony will come to a close once you seal your lips. He brings his hands up to cup your face as he searches your eyes. You reach up as he leans down and when his lips touch yours for the first time in years it feels like it’s the first time. He moves his hands to wrap around you and hold you closer and you offer him the same.
When you both pull apart you take in his lidded eyes and how he seems to hover even closer. He takes you out of the hall and waves off the Lords who offer you both congratulations. He doesn’t care for their fake words or smiles. He leads you down the hall and you feel your heart fluttering wondering what’s to come. A small smile plays on your lips as he takes you to the main doors and pulls you out into the sun. You cling to his side as guards turn to the both of you as you descend the steps.
“Where are you taking me, my husband?” you glance at him.
“I wish to fly Sunfyre over the city with you.” he wants to be surrounded with even more love right now.
“You’ll receive no complaints from me.” you offer him a smile and hold onto his arm.
The carriage ride to the dragon pits goes by quickly as you look upon the city from the window. It seems as if nothing has changed since you were last here. Aegon watches as your eyes dart from place to place before he takes in your whole being. The way your gown hugs you perfectly. How you look like you’re absolutely glowing. Your hair flowing down your back. The small blush on your cheeks. He’s so entranced by you he doesn’t even notice the carriage ascending the hill to the pits until it finally comes to a stop.
“Are you ready?” you turn to him and your brows furrow. “Why are you crying?” you reach over to wipe away his tears.
“I’m just..” he shakes his head. “I’m so in love with you.” his soft words wrap around your heart. “I just never thought that this was a possibility. I want to marry you again and again and again.” his hiccups as his tears start flowing once more.
“I’ll marry you as many times as you’d like.” you brush away his tears. “Do you wish to fly or we can go back to the Keep?” you wrap your arms around him and he buries his head into your neck.
“I don’t know.” he mumbles against your skin. “I just want to be held by you right now.” you feel his tears dripping onto your heated skin.
You scoot closer to him and he pulls you into his lap as he holds you tightly. His hold is firm as if you’ll be taken from the carriage but you don’t mind. You tangle one of your hands into his hair and wrap the other around his back. His tears start to soothe when you start to brush your fingers through his hair. After a couple minutes he pulls back and looks up at you with puffy eyes and red cheeks.
“I love you.” you nod at him as you cup his cheeks.
“Can I have a kiss?” he blinks up at you.
You lean down and press your lips to his. His hands grip onto you tighter as you swipe your tongue along his bottom lip. He lets out a small moan and when you slip your tongue into his mouth his meets yours to caress it. You're both sealed together so tightly that there’s no end or beginning between you. There’s nothing rushed about your union, you both simply want to learn each other once more. Love each other once more. You both pull back for air and lock your eyes.
“I want to go see Sunfyre and feed him.” he nods. “Then I want to take you back to the Keep and keep you in our chambers for days.” he smiles watching your cheeks flush even more.
“I’m content to do anything as long as I’m with you.” you offer him one more kiss before getting off his lap.
He can’t help himself and kisses you once more. You smile against his lips and when he pulls back he presses his lips across your face. Once he’s content he opens the carriage doors and helps you out. You walk hand in hand into the pits as the keepers greet you. Sunfyre is already being brought up from the pits and once he emerges from the depths you watch a smile spread across Aegon's face.
The keepers walk over some live feed to the both of you and step back nodding their heads. Aegon leads you closer to Sunfyre and you crane your neck up at the golden dragon. Yes you saw him last night but not in all his glory. He’s even more beautiful than you remembered and you offer your hand up to him. Aegon watches as Sunfyre dips his neck down and presses into you before turning to him and offering him the same greeting.
“We got you some treats.” Aegon grins and pats the side of Sunfyre’s face.
Aegon clasps his hand with yours once more as he walks over to the cattle. Sunfyre rises his neck and watches as Aegon and you present the food to him. You both step back and watch as he burns the cattle and begins to eat. You both continue to dote upon Sunfyre for a couple minutes before returning to your carriage once more. Once the door is sealed shut you both are descending the hill and making your way back to the Keep.
“I don’t really care for what’s to come or what will happen as long as you’re by my side.” he turns his head to you.
“I will stay by your side for the rest of time.” you grab his hand and offer him an assuring squeeze.
“Do you mean that truly?” he searches your eyes.
“I do.” you cup his cheek.
“And you want to..” he tries to calm his heart. “To have a child? With me?” he whispers.
“I do.” you squeeze his hands. “Preferably more than one.” you smile.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. You won’t be taken from me again.” he shakes his head. “I promise.”
He pulls you into his embrace and you melt against him. You can feel the love flowing out of him and into you as he holds you tighter. You stay connected until the carriage comes to a stop once more outside of the Red Keep. He offers you his arm as he steps out of the carriage and you accept with a coy smile.
You curl into his side and intertwine your fingers with his as he begins to lead you through the castle. Aegon offers small nods at the people you pass in the hall as he leads you to the stairs. His heart starts to beat faster as you approach your now shared chambers. He feels like it’s his first time all over again as you both round the last corner. He pushes the door open and holds it open for you.
“Thank you.” you can’t help the flush that rises to your cheeks as he shuts the door. “I don’t know why but.. I’m nervous.” you chew your lip.
“I am too.” he walks over to you.
“But I want this,” you step closer to him. “I want you.” you blink up at him.
“We can stop at any time.” he looks into your eyes and nods.
You reach up and press your lips to his, sending your heart racing. His hands fall to your waist and pull you closer, swallowing down every small sound you make. Hands sliding up to your laces he pulls back and looks at you with blown pupils. You nod quickly to his silent question and soon his mouth is back on yours as his fingers slowly start to pull at the laces. Once you step out of your gown he’s frozen in place as he looks you over.
You step closer to him and start to remove his doublet which is soon followed by his jerkin. He goes to press his lips back to yours but next he knows his tunic is raised to his neck and your palms are pressing against his chest. Your touches hold more heat, more fervor. He presses his lips to yours quickly as his hands bunch your slip at your waist. You pull aways from his mouth as he discards your last piece of fabric. He groans into your mouth as you press your chest against his and your skin alights together.
Your hands start to quickly fumble with his trousers and once you loosen the belt they drop to the floor and he steps out of them. He pulls you back against him finally without any barriers and the moment comes rushing towards him. His grip becomes more needy and he starts to pull you back towards the bed. He gently lays you back on the bed and starts to crawl over you. He presses his lips to yours and when his tongue pushes into your mouth his fingers slide up your slit.
He swallows down every gasp that falls from your lips as your wetness begins to coat his fingers. With every swirl of his fingers against your bud your hips slightly lift off the bed. He starts to press his lips down your neck while his fingers circle your entrance. You whimper when he presses two fingers into you letting his thumb stay doting on your bud.
“Aegon,” you breathe out and his cock twitches. You spread your legs wider as he starts to pump his fingers into you. “Please, I want you.” he feels you start to tremble beneath him.
Aegon nods into your neck and slowly pulls his fingers out of you. He coats his cock in your pleasure before starting to press into your core. He leans down over you and watches your face as he slowly pushes into you. You press your lips to his and wrap your legs around his waist as he continues to inch in. Once he bottoms out you both let out small sighs and cling to one another.
“I love you so fucking much.” he mumbles against your lips.
“I love you.” you bury your fingers into his hair holding him tightly.
He starts to move his hips and he groans feeling you tighten around him. Your body is already humming with pleasure and you can’t stop the moans coming from you. Every sound you make sends Aegon closer to his own pleasure. You both lock eyes as you pant and grind your hips against each other. He leans down on his forearms getting even closer to you and the heat rises between you both. Each brush of his hips is pulling soft whines from you as he nudges against your bud.
“You’re my wife.” his words starting to get pleasure slurred. “Mine.” he whispers and you nod your head as his thrusts become more demanding. “The mother of my children.” he groans, feeling his stomach coil.
“Aegon,” you gasp on the cusp of falling apart.
“My queen.” he presses his lips to yours and you burst around him.
He curses lowly as he starts to fill you with his spend and continues to pump it inside of you. Your lips press against each other again as you stay connected in every sense. You let out a small whine as he slowly pulls out of you and lifts up. You grab onto his arm with a frown as he starts to get up.
“Where are you going?” you whine.
“To get a cloth to clean you up a bit.” he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “And to get you more lemon cakes.” he watches a smile form on your face.
“I love you.” you squeeze his hand and admire him walking about your chambers.
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feeling like this is my first time posting again and i’m scared xx 🙂💞 this past month has felt like a year and i went through it but sheeees back… maybe.. i hope
so i updated my wip finally and shrunk it so im going to slowly start working through it and hopefully get my brain going again
Any update on the next family disappointments? It’s one of the best modern Aegon stories I’ve read!! Keep it up❤️
just started writing our finale after i got this bc this is my second message on it and i need to like finish things instead of leaving them bc i get too emo 🥺🫠
and ive been absolutely slacking on everything and im so so so so sorry
so like idk everyone needs to like shame me or something so i can cry and finish these things 😭
anon ily and thank you so fucking much for enjoying this series with me and i promise im working on it and im trying my hardest to get it to us soon 🥹🖤
Summary: You surprise Aemond with wearing a different outfit and an afternoon to yourselves. He can’t keep his hands off of you with you slowly starting to swell with child once more.
Warnings: 18+ time skips bc i wanted a scene to help the time skip for our next full chap, fingering, oral(f), p in v, small after birth scene(cute family time)
Authors Note: just a little quickie frl buuut im working on part 9 rn and also have the last chapter planned and im so so so emo bc i dont want it to end which *secret sharing time* is why ive been slacking on this series bc i love her so dearly
Word Count: 1.5k
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Four Months After Part 8
Your handmaidens barely can stifle their giggles as they dress you in the grey robes and adorn the head wear. The cords are resting just below the blooming bump from carrying your child. This pregnancy you have felt the best you have. The boys have been whispering about having a little brother but you’re not so sure.
“How scandalous.” your handmaidens erupt into giggles pulling you back to your plan.
“Hush.” you blush furiously.
“Would you like us to keep the children tonight?” they smile.
“Just for the afternoon.” they giggle once more before you sweep them out of your chambers.
You turn to the mirror and flush when you see yourself in this dress. Turning to the side you see your bump and smile at the thought of meeting another one of your children. After adjusting the belt and headpiece you nod and exit your chambers. You keep your head down and take the stairs quickly before you round the corner to the council chambers.
You stop when you hear the doors groan open and see him step out. He turns the other way and you quickly walk around to catch him coming towards you. When you turn the next corner you smile and slow your steps, still keeping your head down. As you’re about to step past him his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into another hall.
“My prince we can’t.” you blink up at him taking in his smirk.
“Has anyone asked who the father is?” he tilts his head, splaying his hand across your bump. “What would the Gods think? Hm?” he leans down and you're encased by his warmth. “Come.” he grabs your hand and you note the glint in his eye as he starts to lead you down the halls.
“I’m to be in the sept soon.” you whisper trailing behind him.
“I’ll escort you there after.” he tugs you down the hall to your chambers.
“My prince,” you whisper. “We shouldn’t.” Aemond groans at your tone and pauses just before the door.
“The children?” whispers down to you.
“With my handmaidens.” with that he tugs you into your chambers. “My prince, what if someone sees?” you whisper as he seals you inside.
“Let them.” he watches you back up against the wall and blink up at him as he boxes you in.
“What if-
“Shh,” he hushes you, starting to remove your head piece. “You know..” he hums, discarding the fabric on the floor. “I’m starting to think you’ve memorized when I leave council. In hopes of running into me.” he chuckles as a flush starts to creep up your neck.
“I would never dream of invading your privacy like that.” you gasp as he presses his lips to your neck.
“Mm,” he softly bites down on your flesh before licking his tongue across the mark. “What pray tell do you dream about?” he purrs slowly untying your belt. “My Gods you look so indecent like this.” he whispers, splaying his hand across your bump.
“Aemond,” you whisper as he sucks softly on your neck.
“You dream of me?” he chuckles. “Tell me more.” he starts to lift up your dress.
“I..” you sigh as his fingers slide up your bare slit.
“Where are your small clothes?” his words low. He watches you squirm and blink up at him. “You would walk around the Keep like this? Go pray in the sept?” he tsks, slowly swirling his fingers around your bud.
“My prince,” you whine. “We- Mm,” you moan as he pushes two fingers into you watching your eyes become more lidded.
“Let’s go to the bed.” he removes his hand. He leads you into your bed chambers and helps you lay back. “Pull up your dress.” he looks down at you with a dark eye.
His breathing deepens as he watches you dig your fingers into the grey fabric and start to slowly pull it up your thighs. He groans when you spread your legs for him and when he slides his eye up to your face he finds you faintly smiling. He goes to his knees and pulls you against his mouth having no more patience. He licks at your bud and you fist the fabric of your dress.
“Aemond,” you gasp as he licks down to your wetness. “Yes,” you whimper when he encases your bud once more.
He focuses on your noises and chuckles when he feels your legs start to shake. He’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact you actually took time to get this outfit put together. When he looks up he sees your teeth dug into your lip as you softly roll your hips against his face. You let out a small cry before squeezing your thighs around his head as your pleasure washes through you.
He kisses your thighs and rises off the bed to start unlacing his trousers. He watches you reach behind you to unlace the dress and start to pull the top down. He abandons his clothes and crawls over you to pull your top down. Your breasts spill out and he groans immediately pressing his face between them and pressing his lips across your heated skin. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth and starts to grind against you.
“You’re perfect.” he mumbles as he kisses over to your other nipple. “My perfect wife.” he lifts back to look at you and free himself from his pants. “So beautiful.” he looks you over, flushed cheeks and dressed bunched up under your breasts.
“Please,” you reach out for him.
He leans down and captures your lips while sliding his tip up your slit. You whine into his mouth when he starts to push into you. You start to pull up his tunic and dig your fingers into his back. His thrusts are erratic but you're jerking your hips up just as quickly. He kisses back down to your chest and your hands pull out of his tunic to bury in his hair. He licks and sucks leaving small marks as he’ll be happy to see for a couple of days.
“I love you.” he repeats across your chest as his hips continue to fall into yours.
For the rest of the afternoon Aemond dotes upon you and has a bath made for you to relax. His gentle touch causes your eyes to droop and soon he’s helping you out of the tub and under the covers. He presses his lips to your forehead and lets you rest while he goes to get the children from your handmaidens.
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After the Birth of Your Fourth Child
“A sister?” Aelor groans.
“I thought we were gonna get a brother.” Aerys looks at you with furrowed brows.
“Mother said we were getting a sister.” Aelys purses her lips and crawls into bed next to you. “Can I see her more closely?” she kneels next to you.
“Of course.” you smile and she scoots in closer. “What do you think we should name her?” you look down at Aelys and her eyes widen.
“I can pick her name?” she looks up at you.
“If you would like.” you nod your head.
“What about Rhaela?” she leans over your arm and looks down at her little sister.
“I think that's an absolutely beautiful name.” you smile at Aelys.
“Rhaela.” Aemond hums from next to you. “Fitting.” he traces a finger down her nose. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” he presses his lips against your forehead.
You both allow each of your kids a chance to hold Rhaela before your handmaidens take them into the main room and allow you, Aemond, and the babe some time to bond in the silence. He settles in bed next to you and you look up at him with a soft smile. You offer him the babe and he happily takes her into his arms. He softly whispers down at her and you begin to let your eyes droop. You rest your head on his shoulder and let sleep take you in its embrace.
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I promise im working on part 9 already and thinking of what cutesie things i can add to our final chapter!!
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Summary: Jace promised that he would take care of you and he holds true to his word.
Warnings: 18+ swearing, waking up to head!, fingering, handjob, p in v, breeding kink
Authors Note: been in a weird writing mood and i’ve been writing for like everything on my wip at once 😵💫 so i wanted to get some type of hotd fic out and this jumped to the top of the roster 🤗
Word Count: 2.1k
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Jace cracks open his eyes and groans at the chill in the air. He looks to the window and sees the fog rolling in before he pulls you closer. You’re still fast asleep and he slowly flips you both over and watches your face softly scrunch as he pulls out of you. He scoots down your body, softly placing kisses on your pebbling skin. After he settles between your thighs he pulls your hips directly against his face.
He encases your bud and hums when your hips slowly start to grind against his face. He rubs soft circles into your hips as he continues to suck softly on your bud before licking down to your core. He pushes his tongue into your warmth and hears a small moan fall from your mouth. He smiles when your hips start to move faster against his face.
“Jace,” he hears you mumble.
He licks back up to your bud and flicks his tongue faster feeling you jerk your hips. He holds you closer and moans into you when his tongue laps up your pleasure. He could spend every morning like this. Tangled in the sheets and buried between your thighs. He smirks when he feels your fingers grab onto one of his arms. He speeds his tongue up and he hears you gasp, knowing you’re fully awake now.
“Jace, oh Gods, please,” your soft whimpers only serve to make him devour you more thoroughly. “Mm, I’m- I,” you pull his hair and arch off the bed. “Yes,” you burst across his face.
He continues to lick you through your pleasure before softly chuckling and kissing back up to your mouth. You pull him against your lips and cling against him. He presses soft kisses against your face before slowly rolling off of you.
“Where are you going?” you try to grab his arm but he’s too fast.
“To ready for the day.” he tosses over his shoulder as he makes his way to his wardrobe.
“I thought it was going to be just us today.” you pout. “And it’s raining. What could you possibly have to do?” you whine, tossing yourself back into the pillows.
“I have some things to look over in the library.” he pulls in his trousers. “You can come with if it would please you.” you squeeze your thighs together as he turns to you with his trousers low on his hips.
“It would please me if you got back into bed.” you push your bottom lip out.
“Not until later.” he holds his hand out for you and you rise and curl into him.
“Please,” you press yourself against him. “It’s cold and you’re so warm.” you wrap your arms around his back.
“It’s cold because you’re naked.” he presses his lips to your forehead. He leads you over to his wardrobe and pulls down one of his tunics for you. “Come on. Arms up.” he slides the material over your head and when he’s graced with your face again there’s a soft pout on it.
He offers you a pair of trousers and you huff pulling them up. When you turn he has a tunic on and you groan at the fact you’re both getting dressed. You grumble dragging your feet to the door offering him anything to get him to stay in bed with you. He tugs you out of his chambers and down the empty halls until you're standing in front of the library doors.
He stops and grabs a couple of books much to your dismay. He leads you over to a couch and helps you settle before he goes to source candles. You curl up on the couch and groan as he comes back with more than enough candles for hours. He has a slight smile on his face as he starts to light them and you can’t help but admire him.
“No matter how much you stare and pout we won’t be leaving the library for some time.” you toss your head back on the couch at his words. “Just go back to bed.” he chuckles at your whine.
“It’s too cold.” you scoot closer to him. “Can I sit on your lap?” you kneel on the couch next to him.
“Fine.” he grabs his book and sets it on the couch next to him as you crawl on his lap and bury your head in his neck. “Better?” he rubs your back before grabbing the book.
“Can you just put it in?” you whisper in his ear. “Like we do when we go to bed.” you roll your hips against his.
“No.” he’s thankful you can’t see his cheeks flush.
You whine for five more minutes until you finally settle into his warmth. Every shift of your hips, intentional or not, pulls him from the words on the paper. He sighs when he hears a soft snore from you and starts to focus on his studies once more. When the candles burn out he carries you with him to light more before he shushes you back to sleep.
Jace is actually quite thankful for your warmth as the morning drifts by and the chill increases. He rubs your back absentmindedly as he continues his reading and you cling to him tighter in your sleep. Before he knows it the candles are going out once more but this time when he goes to stand you wake. He was content enough to carry you again until you started pressing your lips on his heated skin.
“Go back to bed.” he squeezes your hip.
“Then take me to bed.” you bury your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Please, I was good last night.” you start to rock against him and he abandons the book along with the candles. “Please,” you whine.
“You were so good last night.” his hands grip onto your waist before grinding you down against him. “And so good this morning for letting me read.” his hands slip under the tunic you're wearing and squeeze your waist.
“Can we please go back to bed?” your lips brush against his ear and he lifts you and starts to walk to the doors. “Thank you.” you hold him tighter.
“I’m gonna set you down.” he chuckles at your whine.
He slips his hand into yours and starts to lead you down the hall. Ignoring your protests he leads you down a different hall drawing out the walk back. At every corner you press yourself against him and he squeezes your hand and tugs you along to keep you moving.
“Why are we taking this way?” you sigh, draping yourself against him. “Do you want to sit on your throne?” you pull him to a stop in front of the doors.
“I hadn’t planned on it.” he smirks down at you.
“So I can’t ride my dragon on his throne?” you blink up at him.
“Will you be quiet?” he raises his brow.
“Yeah.” you nod your head and start pulling him into the empty hall. “Please Jace,” you whine.
“Stay here. I’ll call you forward when I’m ready to hear your petition.” he cups your cheek before walking up the steps.
You nibble your lip watching him walk up the steps slowly. He turns and lounges on the throne and looks you over. He watches you fold your hands together and slowly walk closer to him. He smirks and beckons you to come closer. You take his awaiting hand once you reach the top of the stairs and he pulls you between his legs.
“Tell me what you need of me.” he watches your cheeks flush.
“I wish to ride my dragon.” Jace refuses to wait another moment.
“Take off the trousers.” he lets go of your hand and is unlacing his trousers watching you shove yours hastily down your thighs. “Then let-“ the doors start groaning open. “Fuck fuck fuck,” Jace whispers, shoving his tunic down and standing as you pull your trousers back up.
He pulls you down the stairs and off to the side through a small hall. He sighs in relief that you both weren’t caught and continues to tug you down the hall as you giggle. You both practically sprint to his chambers and once the door is shut he has you pressed against it. His hand is shoved down your trousers and you gasp into his mouth. His other hand pulls at the laces and shoves them down before fumbling with his own laces.
You grab his cock and start to thumb at his leaking tip and he swirls around your bud. You both pant into each other's mouth as you pull pleasure from one another. He groans into your mouth and removes his hand from you. He bats your hand away and rubs your wetness over his length. He lifts you up and as you’re wrapping your legs around him he slams into you.
Your head falls back against the wall as he starts a fast pace. He licks and bites across your neck as his fingers dig into your thighs as he holds you up. Your nails are dug into his shoulders and you can’t stop the moans coming from your mouth. He wants to see your breasts but he doesn’t want to stop. You’re taking him so well and you feel amazing.
“You’re so perfect.” he groans into your neck. “Going to look even more perfect carrying our child.” his hips snap into yours more harshly.
“Please,” you gasp, pushing your hips against his.
“Yeah? Want me to fill you?” he chuckles.
“Yes, please yes,” you fall apart and he groans filling you before he’s setting you back on the ground.
“Take off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed.” you watch with lidded eyes as he starts to pull off his tunic.
Clothes are thrown across the room and soon you’re spread across the bed. He stands at the edge of the bed and watches your slit leak with his come. He helps flip you over and lifts your ass into the air. He strokes himself watching your core flutter around nothing. He slides his tip up your slit watching your back arch more as small whimpers leave your mouth.
“Please,” you pant, pressing back into him.
“Shh,” he dips his tip in and out before sliding up your slit once more.
“Jacaerys,” you look over your shoulder at him.
“Hush,” he slams himself into you just to pull out again.
“Ple-
He pushes back into you and leans down, pressing you deeper into the mattress. His thrusts are slow and he rolls his hips every time they meet yours. Your breathing deepens and your nails dig into the sheets with every demanding thrust. His breathing is heavy in your ear and your toes curl at his soft moans. His hand grabs your chin and turns you to press your lips to his.
His hips continue to press into yours as you push back into him. Panting and skin on skin are the only noises throughout the chambers. His pace becomes more frantic as you squeeze around him while you constantly whimper into his mouth. With a roll of his hips he feels you pulse around him.
“This cunny is always so desperate to be filled.” he pulls back from your lips.
He lifts up and kneels behind you and begins to snap his hips into yours. You allow him to slide you across his sheets as he chases his pleasure. His hands are gripped on your hips, slamming you back into him. He looks down and watches himself slide in and out, coming out more glistening each time. With one last thrust he spills inside of you once more.
“I’m gonna stay inside just shift with me.” he mumbles and lays down on his side, pressing you back against his chest.
“Thank you.” you grab onto his arm as he wraps it around your front.
“You’re welcome.” he whispers pressing his lips to the back of your neck.
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Summary: Choso’s buns were one of the things you adored most about him but sometimes he struggles with the hair ties. You buy him new ones and help him wear his hair more comfortably. With your help you both become closer.
Warnings: 18+ swearing, inexperienced/virgin!choso but he’s got you, a hint of him watching porn, fingering, p in v, raw ofc, cockwarming at the end
Authors Note: made this cutesy and soft bc i’ve never written for him before and im all nervous and shy 👉🏻👈🏻 some all of the fan art of this man stay having me gnawing that the bars of my enclosure
Word Count: 2.9k
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You’ve been dating Choso for about a month now and every so often you get intense cuteness aggression with him. It usually happens the most when he takes out his buns. You know he hasn’t figured out the right kind of hair ties to use because these ones keep getting stuck in his hair. He gets frustrated and pulls until you kneel beside him and do it yourself silently.
“I should just cut my hair if it’s going to cause this-
“No.” you all but gasp. “Do not cut your hair. Just let me do it.” you hum and reach over for his other.
He rests his hands in his lap and focuses on your gentle touch. Your hands help untangle his hair from the small elastic and you scowl at the small metal clip they put on it. Once his hair is unbound you discard the ties and rub your fingers through his hair. You smile when he leans into you and makes a small hum of appreciation.
“Please don’t cut your hair.” his eyes slide up to yours. “You’re so cute with your buns. I couldn’t imagine you without them.” he blinks up at you, putting all his effort into not letting his cheeks flush.
“I won’t.” he shakes his head once.
“Unless you really want to. I don’t want to force you to keep it if you really d-
“I like my hair longer.” he watches a smile form on your face.
“Then I’ll buy you better hair ties.” you nod and grab your phone.
“You don’t have to.” he groans, feeling his cheeks heat. “I’ll just..” he doesn’t know what he’ll do but he certainly doesn’t want you spending your money on him.
“I want to.” you smile pressing the checkout button. “Let’s finish the movie.” you whisper curling into his side.
“Thank you for your help.” his arm tightens around your waist.
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You run to the door when you get the notification that your package was delivered. You quickly retrieve it and tear it open looking at the options. You send Choso a text to come over and go through the different sets trying to decide which ones to use first. You look up from the counter when your door opens and a smile spreads across your face as Choso shuts the door behind him.
“How was your day?” he looks you over from the doorway.
“It was good.” you reach your hand out to him. “Come here.” you pout and he’s walking over to the next second. “How are you?” you wrap your arms around him and look up at him softly smiling at the flush on his neck.
“Good.” his hands rest on your waist.
“Your hair ties came in.” you chew your lip watching his eyes widen slightly.
“You didn’t need to.” he squeezes his hands against you.
“Shush, let’s go try them.” you grab his hand and the hair ties before leading him into your room. You tug over to your vanity and have him take a seat in the chair. “Can I?” your hands pause over his buns.
“Of course.” he nods looking into your eyes.
“Tell me what you did today.” you prompt as you start to untie one of his buns.
“Waited for you to tell me to come over.” he watches you put all of your focus on his hair, trying not to pull it and cause him discomfort.
“Maybe you should just move in.” you smile when you get the tie out and toss it in the direction of your trash can.
“I will if that’s what you want.” your eyes flick down to him at his low words.
“Sleep over tonight.” you move your attention back to his hair.
“I would like that.” he reaches for your waist and decides to pull you closer.
You both fall into a comfortable silence as you discard the hair tie and card your fingers through his hair. He lets out a small hum and pulls you closer again. You chuckle and start to gather his hair on one side to place it back in a bun. You secure it and lean back to look at it but he pulls you back. Chuckling softly you gather his other side and secure it and attempt to pull back once more.
“Why are you trying to pull away?” he pulls you onto his lap.
“I just wanna make sure they’re even.” your voice breathy as he scoots you up his lap.
“They are.” you roll your eyes at him.
“You can’t even see.” you purse your lips. “But they do look very cute.” you look at them before looking back to his eyes. “You’re so cute Cho.” he can’t stop his blush this time.
“No.” he shakes his head and goes to bury his head in your neck.
“Don’t hide. I wanna see you.” you coo, grabbing his cheeks. You press your lips to his and he pulls you closer as if he’s trying to swallow you whole. His hands push under your shirt and grab at your waist. “Let’s go to the bed.” you mumble against his lips.
He lifts you up and walks you both to the bed leaving your mouths sealed as if you’re the only thing holding him here. He sits down and leans against your headboard groaning as you settle more comfortably on his lap. You’re pressed against him, slowly rocking your hips as his hands squeeze into the flesh of your waist. He kisses down your jaw and squeezes his eyes shut at the smell of your perfume.
“You smell so good.” he mumbles, pressing his lips against your neck. “So warm.” he moves his hands higher up your back, pressing you closer.
“Choso,” you whine as he continues to kiss and suck across your throat. “I wanna kiss you.” he pulls back and looks at you with dark eyes.
He presses his lips to yours and pushes his tongue into your mouth. Your hips start to rock quicker against his and he groans into your mouth. He jerks his hips up and you squeak, pressing closer into his chest. His mind is clouded by your soft noises and how hot he’s getting. He grabs your hips and grinds you down on his hardening cock and you lean back and let out a soft moan. He wants you so badly but he doesn’t even know where to start. In the videos he’s watched the guy is already inside the girl or-
“Cho,” you roll your hips. “I want more.” your words breathless.
“What do you want me to do?” he watches you chew your lip as you swivel your hips.
“Touch me.” you plead.
“I am.” he tilts his head, squeezing your hips.
“No,” you whine. “Like take off my clothes.” you pull back and start to lift off your shirt. His hands on your back slide to the clips of your bra and search your eyes. “Please,” you nod your head.
He unclips it and you pull it off and toss it on the ground next to the bed. His eyes are glued to your chest but you’re pulling up his shirt taking his attention. You press your chest against his as his fingers fumble with the zipper on your skirt. Your hands slide down and push under his pants and he pulls back and looks at you with blown eyes.
“I need more. I need you.” your words a whisper.
“I’m here.” he starts to pull up your skirt.
His fingers brush over your panties as he watches your face flush even more. He presses against your bud and you bury your head in his neck, pulling your hands from his pants and resting them on his shoulders. You let out small whimpers as his fingers slide down and press down over your covered core. He hooks his fingers around the dampened fabric and pushes it to the side. When he hears the noises you let out when he slides a finger up your slit he’s prepared to sit here with you like this for the rest of your lives.
“Like this, baby?” you nod you head into his neck. “Look at me.” his low words have you slowly pulling back.
“Choso,” your eyes continue to flutter shut from his soft touches.
“Need to see you so I know what you like.” he circles your bud and you dig your teeth into your lower lip. “I can kiss here too?” he takes the small bud between his fingers and his ears are greeted with a high pitched whimper.
“Yeah,” you nod your head. “Another time I-
“You’re really wet here.” he watches your face as he circles your entrance. “So warm.” he whispers as he presses a long finger into you.
“Another.” you pant as he slowly pumps his finger.
“Another what?” your heart skips at his unintentional teasing. “Tell me how to make you feel good.” his voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
“Another finger, Cho.” you nod your head quickly when he starts to press another finger into you. “Now move them.” your breath catches in your throat as he wastes no time before finding a steady rhythm that has you rocking against his hands. “Yes, please,” you whine when his fingers start to pound into you.
He watches as you tremble and squirm in his arms and let out soft noises. Your wetness is getting louder and your nipples are practically begging for him to wrap his mouth around them. He watches your face as he leans forward and circles his tongue around the hardened peak. Your hands tangle in his hair holding him against your chest and he hums against your warm skin. He feels you rocking against his hand and he starts to move his fingers faster.
“Cho.. Choso,” he groans against your skin when he feels you start to squeeze around his fingers.
He looks up at you and when your brows scrunch and you let out a soft cry before he feels you pulse around his fingers. He continues to pump his fingers and you shake in his arms as he pulls back from your chest. You press your lips to his as shockwaves of more pleasure burst through you as you pant into his mouth.
“I need you.” you press your forehead to his. “Please.”
“I’m right here.” he searches your pleasure glazed eyes.
“I need you in me.” you whimper as he’s still pumping his fingers.
“I am.” he curls his fingers and your eyes roll back. “Do you like this?” he speeds up his fingers.
“Yes, please, please Cho,” you gasp. “I’m gonna- I’m,” his eyes widen as his hand is greeted with wetness pouring out of you. “Need your dick.” his cheeks flush even more at your words.
“Yeah, okay.” he nods and pulls his fingers from you. He fumbles with his pants as you press your forehead against his shoulder trying to catch your breath. “Oh,” he jerks into the hand that’s slick with your pleasure. He slides his tip up your slit and you gasp. “This okay?” he presses his tip at your core and you sit the rest of the way down on it. “Fuck.” he softly curses.
“So big Cho,” you start to rock your hips, toes curling at his stretch.
“You want me to-” he groans as you lift up to sink back down. “To move?” his fingers are gripped at your waist.
“Anything.” you gasp as he starts to lift your hips and he starts to slowly pump up into you. “Look so cute with your buns and flushed cheeks.” you let out a breathy chuckle until his hips snap up. “Yes, like that.” his arms wrap around you and he starts to pound up into you unable to stop himself from chasing his pleasure with reckless abandon.
“You feel so good.” he pants looking up at you. “So warm. Wanna stay in you forever.” the way you’re wrapped around him has his eyes threatening to shut but he wants to stare at you, memorize every face you make.
“Cho,” you feel your pleasure building and when you look down you find him looking up at you with glazed eyes.
“Need me to slow down?” he watches you shake your head.
“No, keep going.” you whine. “Mm, I’m gonna come, Cho please,” he watches you toss your head back and let out the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard before you pulse around him.
“Oh fuck,” he snaps his hips up more more time before he’s filling you. “This okay? Should I have pulled out? ‘m sorry you just feel so good.” you’re softly whimpering as he continues to jerk his hips up.
“No,” you pant. “I like being full of you.” he pulls your lips down to his at your breathy words.
“Can we do that again?” he mumbles into your mouth. “Please?” you nod your head feeling him hardening already.
“Finish taking our clothes off first.” you start to kiss the sides of his mouth and down his jaw.
He lifts you off of him and you both let out groans about being apart. He’s off the bed and kicking off his pants before his hands hook onto your skirt. He pulls off your skirt and panties in one motion and stares between your thighs. He watches his come leak out of your fluttering core enticing him to spread your thighs more. He starts to crawl between them before you grab onto his arm.
“Later, I need you now.” you tug his arm up and he’s pressing his lips to yours once more.
He slips back inside you and your fingers dig into his back. He pulls back and watches your face as he slowly rocks into you. He loved you on top of him but he might love you even more beneath him. A perfect view of your flushed face and your tits that he wants to bury his face in. You’re looking at him with devotion; he just wants to stay like this forever.
“Cho?” you cup his cheek at his furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?” you softly stroke your thumb across his flushed skin.
“Just thinking about how perfect you are.” he shakes his head and leans down pressing himself against you.
He presses his mouth to yours and rests his forearms next to your head. You’re slowly encased by him as his thrusts start to pick up. He swallows down all of your sounds as you tremble beneath him. He lifts up to let out a broken moan as you wrap your legs around his waist. He grinds into you relishing in the new angle and the way you arch into him. Your arms wrap around his back and hold him closely.
“You feel so good.” you pant as his thrusts become more demanding. “Mm, making me feel so good.” he presses his forehead against yours at your words.
“Wanna stay like this forever.” his eyes bore into your pleasure glazed ones. “Buried in you,” he softly whines as you squeeze around him. “Making you feel so good.” your pleasure is building with every sound of his voice.
“Cho, I’m- Chos-“ you squeak and he almost collapses at the way you burst around him. He lets out a small sigh before you feel his warmth spread throughout you. “Mm, thank you.” you hold him closely.
“Why are you thanking me?” he pants, trying to catch his breath.
“Cause you made me feel so good.” you mumble, letting your hands travel up to his hair. “And you filled me so good.” he pulls back and you both take in each other's flushed cheeks and he watches a smile spread across your face.
“Hm?” he tilts his head and your heart skips.
“I’m gonna have to fix your buns.” you chew your lip as one of them is barely holding its place anymore.
“Later, I just wanna stay in you.” he buries his head in your neck. “Can I?” his lips brush against your neck.
“Mhm.” you nod your head wrapping your arms around him tighter. You trail your fingers up his back softly humming as he presses his lips against your neck. “You’re supposed to stay soft when we do this.” you chuckle when you feel him hardening already.
“Don’t know how.” he mumbles. “You just feel so good, so warm.” he presses you deeper into the mattress.
“Gimme a couple minutes and we can go again.” he pops his head up at your words.
“Really?” he searches your eyes. “I don’t want to make you feel like we have to.” he furrows his brows.
“We absolutely have to.” you pull his lips down to yours and you both lose yourselves to each other once more.
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Summary: The second Sukuna saw you he took you as his. To his surprise you take everything he gives you eagerly and always beg for more.
Warnings: 18+ true form like fr, swearing, vulgar language, size/bulge kink ofc, bondage(might as well put the two extra hands to use), spanking, oral(f+m), masturbation(m), p in v, dp in v, breeding kink, he’s a lil soft at the end
Authors Note: i didn’t think i would write monster porn in my lifetime but like c'mon it’s sukuna 🤭 AHHH also first time writing for him and this fandom in general so be gentle w me unlike dude in this fic
Word Count: 2.9k there’s no plot to this btw just straight depravity
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It’s been months now since you first encountered Sukuna but you’ve been seeing him everyday since. Instead of leveling cities with his anger he levels you into your pillows. Your friends tease you but still know that you’re the reason the king of curses has been semi contained. You keep your time with him private but it doesn’t stop them from asking and making you a flustered mess.
“Just tell us.” one of them groans.
“She can probably barely take him now, let alone his true form.” another retorts.
“I can take him in any form.” you put your hands on your hips with scrunched brows. “It’s none of your business what we do.” they grin at your words but are looking up and behind you. “Wha- Oh.” you know that rough touch on your waist as his hands land on them. You go to turn to him but another hand covers your mouth. A third hand?
“We’ll be back.” why does his voice seem so much further away?
You lean back into him and your surroundings warp back into his domain. He must be particularly upset if he’s bringing you here. He’s been content enough to take you in your apartment but the energy coming from him is charged and excited. When the surroundings finally settle you turn to him and he grins as your eyes widen. He’s so big. You blink up at him and he watches you walk around him before coming to a stop in front of him, craning your neck.
“What’s wrong?” your head snaps down to the mouth on his torso.
“It can talk?” your brows furrow.
“It is me.” he steps closer.
“And you can move all these arms?” you blink up at him.
“I can.” he smiles with both mouths. “Take off your panties.” his lower mouth licks it lips.
He watches you reach under your skirt and pull them down. You step out of them and bend down to pick them up before holding them up to him. He plucks them out of your hand and shoves them into his pocket before two of his hands lift you up. He watches as you look down over his shoulder before turning and looking at one of his eyes. You lean further back and study the changes to his face, softly touching and caressing.
“You got so tall. So big.” you whisper watching his grin widen. You gasp when two of his hands grab each of your ankles and spread your legs. He lifts you further up and you grip onto his shoulders. “Sukuna,” you press your forehead to his chest as his lower tongue slides between your thighs.
“Why are you so wet?” he chuckles as his tongue presses through your wetness. “Hm?” your legs tremble in his grasp. “Speak or I won’t let you come.” one of his hands leaves your waist and lands on your ass.
“Cause of you.” your voice is already wrecked and he smiles satisfied.
The hand that remains on your upper body presses into your lower back, smashing you against his upper chest. His grip on your ankles tightens as your legs start to shake when he focuses on your bud that always elicits his favorite sounds. He starts to press a thick finger into you and you look up at him with heavy eyes. You lean up to try and reach him but he’s just too far away.
“What are you whining for?” he starts to pump his finger listening to your whimpers.
“Wanna kiss you.” you reach up for his face.
His tongue speeds up as he presses a second finger into you. He chuckles when your eyes roll back as he starts to slam his fingers into you. The sounds of your wetness and constant string of whines cause him to laugh at how truly desperate you are for this. Of course you wouldn’t shy away from his true form you would just want him to fuck you even harder. His perfect little fuck doll.
“Can I?” your words pleasure slurred.
“Can you what?” he slows his fingers down to almost a nonexistent pace watching your face fall. “Can you what?” his tongue is still lashing against your throbbing bud.
“Come. Can I come?” you shake in his arms as he starts to slam his fingers into you again. “Kuna I-“ you cut yourself off with a scream as he starts to press a third finger into you. “I-
“Then come.” he watches you go limp in his arms. “Look at you.” he chuckles. “Fucking yourself dumb on my fingers.” your hips are jerking against his hand as you fall apart. “Pussy squeezing my fingers like they’re gonna fill you.” he laughs, still slamming his fingers into you. “Gonna have to wait. Don’t think you’re ready for my cocks yet.” he relishes in your soft cry as he stuffs a fourth finger into you.
“Kuna please,” your nails dig into his skin. “I’m gonna-“ his tongue and his fingers are sending you into overdrive.
“You’re gonna what?” he chuckles. “Already making a mess all over my hand.” his fingers tighten around your ankles when you start to press open mouthed kisses on his chest. “Tell me.” he curls his fingers and you dig your teeth into his chest as you pulse around him.
“Naughty girl,” he tsks, pulling his fingers out. “You’re supposed to ask.” he spanks you and hears your pleasure drip onto the ground. As he continues to spank you he pushes his tongue into your fluttering core. “One more right here then I’ll take you home.” he leans down and whispers.
“Here.” you pant, peeling your eyes open and looking up at him.
“Here, what?” he chuckles, feeling your legs continuously shake.
“I want.. mm,” you can barely form a word. “Lemme come, I.. Sukuna,” his hand on your back pushes you closer as you tremble when his hand lands on your ass again. “Please, please,”
“Since you asked so nicely.” he points his tongue and flicks it against your bud and you go taut against him.
“Thank you.” you whisper. “Thank you.” you press your forehead against him.
“Look at that.” he shakes his head when he lets your legs go and they fall back together and dangle limply. He sets you down and your knees buckle and he chuckles bending down to you. “Come on.” he offers you his hand with a smirk.
“Kuna,” you pant reaching up. “Just here.” you blink up at him.
“Just here, what?” he sighs and picks you up.
“Fuck me here.” you scoot up trying to reach his lips. “Please.” he lifts you further so you can reach his mouth.
“You’re gonna want your pillows.” his lower mouth answers while he’s occupied with your mouth. “I’m gonna set you down or all your friends will see the mess you made under your skirt.” he chuckles and lowers you down as the sun starts to speckle in. You lean back against him with a furious flush as you friends snap their necks looking at the both of you.
“Are you serious?” their eyes widen.
“My little princess needs her pillows.” he tilts your chin back to look up at him.
He turns you both and you lean into his side as he leads you back to your apartment not caring if anyone thinks you're walking funny from your tilt. When you both make it to the front of your building your legs feel like jelly and you're trembling from the things he’s telling you he’s going to do. After you push open your front door he has you picked up and striding into your bedroom.
“Take your clothes off.” he sets you down.
“You too.” you blink up at him pushing your skirt down your hips.
“You don’t tell me what to do.” he shakes his head with a smirk.
“I want to see you.” you whine pulling up your shirt. “Please, please,” you step closer, unclipping your bra. “Please?” you push your bottom lip out and you grab his waistband.
“Go on.” he nods down to you. He lets out a low chuckle as you pull on the fabric and let out a gasp before looking back up at him. “Hm?” one of his hands trace your jaw. “They’ll fit.” his lower mouth grins. He pushes his pants down and watches your eyebrows raise as you take in both of his cocks.
“Kuna.” you step closer. “I don’t..” you grab onto one of them. “They’re both so big.” you lean down and press your lips to the side of one of them. “Lemme try.” you drop your jaw and suck one of his tips in your mouth.
“That’s a good girl.” he wraps one of his hands around his other cock and strokes himself watching you try to take him in your mouth. “Your little pussy is going to hug them so nicely.” you look up at him with big eyes.
Your lips are stretched so widely and you feel spit leaking out the sides as you try to bob your head. One of his hands is moving your hair back all while still jerking into his other hand. You pull back and he has you pressed against your bed the next minute. Two of his hands grab your ankles, spreading your legs as he leans over you.
“Still weeping for me.” he chuckles when his lower tongue licks up your slit. “I’ll start with one.” his voice unusually soft as he bends down and takes your mouth for his. “But you will take both.” you nod against him bucking your hips up into his lower tongue.
“Oh,” you gasp into his mouth as you feel the head of one of his cocks pressing at your aching core. “Kuna,” you cry into his mouth as his lower tongue quickens as he starts to press into you.
“Little pussys just sucking me in.” he chuckles watching your face scrunch. “You’re doing so good.” you turn your head to the side and see a mouth on one of his palms. “Know you wanna kiss me.” the mouth chuckles and he snaps his hips into you at the way you let his hand cover your face as you desperately kiss at another one of his mouths.
With every snap of his hips you whine into his mouth and scoot up the bed. You feel his other cock sliding up the side of your slit and the anticipation is sending pleasure through every inch of your body. The tongue on your bud is relentless and you feel him everywhere. Wherever you need pleasure he has a mouth or hand at the ready. He watches from above as you tremble below him and arch into his touch. Your pussy is making a wet mess all over him and he needs to be fully inside you.
“Gonna start stretching you.” he groans, bringing one of his hands down and pressing a finger in next to his cock. “So fucking tight.” he brings a second finger next to his cock and you whine. “Shh, you’re fine.” his tongue quickens on your throbbing bud and your pleasure slams through you. “I’ll let that slide this time.” he grunts.
“Sorry, ‘m sorry.” your words slurred as your hips start to jerk against him. “More,” you mumble.
“More what?” he chuckles watching your eyes roll back.
“Just gimme the other, ’m ready,” you nod, reaching up for any part of him he’ll offer.
“Remember you asked for it.” he laughs lowly and you grab onto his hand pressing your mouth to the one that you find on his palm.
Sukuna watches you tremble and shake beneath him. He can’t believe how desperate and needy you are for this. Sure you said you’d take it but he never expected this. He moves his fingers from beside his cock and pulls out and begins to press both tips at your entrance. He chuckles when your eyes snap open but he leaves his palm on your face. He watches your little pussy stretch open for all of him. The way he can feel you squeezing around him has him shutting his eyes momentarily.
“What are you mumbling about?” he grits through his teeth before he moves his hand.
“So big.” he watches you press a hand to your lower tummy. “So full of you.” you manage to peel your eyes open. “Think I’m gonna come.” he feels your legs tremble in his arms.
“Ask.” he pushes deeper into you still nowhere near bottoming out.
“Can-” he pushes a couple more inches in. “I..” you shake your head the stretch and the pleasure catching up with you.
“You come again without asking and I won’t be gentle anymore.” you let out a choked laugh at his words.
“This is gentle?” his tongue flicks against your bud one last time knowing what’s going to happen after. “Ku- Kuna please,” you burst around him and he slams the rest of the way in you, stealing your breath.
“Even bigger now.” he grabs your hand and presses his on top of yours on your lower tummy again. “Taking all of me like the good girl you are.” he starts to rock his hips.
Your mind goes blank as he starts to pound into you. All you can think about is the curse above you and his two cocks slamming inside of you. Small noises and broken words spill from your mouth and he brings his hand back to your mouth to quiet you down. He watches his harsh thrusts bulge in and out and how his cocks come out coated with your juices. His tongue licks up from your bud and circles one of your nipples. You arch off the bed and he uses his other hand to lift you and press you against his chest. The new angle pulls a scream from your throat.
“I don’t.. don't know if I can.” you’re limp in his arms as he ruts up into you.
“Oh no, no, little girl.” he laughs. “You said you could take it, so take it.” your nails dig into his arms as he feels you pulse around him. “You have quite the punishment coming up for how much you're coming without permission.” all you do is press your lips against his chest.
You try to respond but your words are lost. Your mind is lost. All you know is Sukuna and his two cocks splitting you open. You find the energy to peel open your eyes and tilt your head up to him. You reach a weak hand up and grab at his chin and he looks down at you with flushed cheeks. This is your favorite time, when he thinks you’re too fucked out to notice his blush and his soft noises. Maybe you are too fucked out and you’re just imagining this softness, his pink cheeks.
He leans down and presses his lips to yours as he continues to break you in two. “Little pussy was made to take all of me.” one of his mouths pant as he moves you up and down as he pleases. “Doing so good.” you nod knowing he’s about to burst soon.
“Kuna,” you pant feeling your high quickly approaching.
“Then come,” he grunts, thrusting up into you faster. “Gonna fill you so good it’ll come outta your mouth.” his eyes crazed. “And I’ll scoop it out and shove it right back in this pussy.” you fall apart around him and he digs his fingers into your ass. “Carrying around my cursed babies in your tummy.” he watches you nod your head.
“Please Kuna,” he hears you whine as he’s shooting his pleasure inside you. “Mm, so much,” you rest against his chest. “So full.” you whimper as he starts to lay you back on the bed.
“You did so good.” he slowly pulls out. “Besides coming without asking.” he groans watching your pussy flutter and cry with his come. “You asleep?” he tugs on your leg.
“Mm,” you have no energy to form words or open your eyes.
“And you’re expecting me to stay?” he looks down at your still heaving chest.
You barely lift a hand up before you feel the bed dip next to you. He always stays, he just asks so he can say you begged him to. He looks down at you curling into his side and wraps two arms around you. He brings another hand to wipe off the hair sticking to your forehead. He watches you sleep soundly while coming up with different ways to punish you.
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we may have more jjk jumpscares in the future but maybe not as intense as this 🤭💞
sooo i’m tryna see if i can write for another fandom rq - just for funsies im not leaving my hotd babies im just seeing what else i can do
regardless of the option the story will be 18+ bc im a freak ok!!
u pick for me bc im indecisive
klaus x f!reader
feyd x f!reader
sukuna x f!reader
choso x f!reader
Voting ended onMar 8, 2025
more info on these story’s below the cut
klaus fic: i started a doc for this monthssss ago and left her but basically one of my fav tropes of ~sex pollen~ raw, feral, destructive
feyd fic: austin butler - i was going to leave it at that but maybe ur like one of his lil pets 🫠🧎🏼♀️
sukuna fic: true form sukuna - both at the same time - all them hands? all them tongues? yeahhhhh sum about ‘u said u can take me, then take it’ while being destroyed by him 🤗
choso fic: dude idek im just down bad rn i love my emo dark haired anime men
me outting myself as an anime lover in the year 2025 is insane but here we are!!
SO with all that if you feel very passionate abt me writing one of these slide into the replies, dms, or anon whatever makes u comfortable
love u sm lets kiss 😚🤭
maybe ill fuck around and write all of them who knows
nahhh i literally watched sukuna and choso go back and forth for the past week so we’ll actually get both of these stories mad at myself for not putting mahito on this
and i just have to edit them and i’ll post them tomorrow at some point!
i feel like these fics are my interview process for a new fandom and i’m all nervous and shit 🫠😵💫
n e ways i enjoyed the jumpscare poll and i might do these once a month 🫣🤭
anon request - tytyty for bringing gwayne to my attention
Summary: With war on the horizon your mother sends you to Oldtown to seek safety. Your estranged uncle escorts you back and makes sure you don’t have to want for anything. You’ve never felt more at peace than at his side as he leads you through the clean and welcoming city. Feelings bloom between the both of you and between secret kisses and confessions the two of you become closer than either of you thought reality would offer you.
Warnings: 18+ religious aspects - reader likes to pray but nothing too pious lmfao, like a swear word maybe 2, mentions of the war, time skips, preg!reader at the end, secret kisses, humping, fingering, p in v, breeding kink(lovingly💞), emo asf at the end that i had to add an extra scene bc i couldn’t leave it like that!!!!!
Authors Note: first time writing for this ginger knight and i hope i got him right 🫣 i kinda loved writing this
Word Count: 8.3k i thought this was gonna be chill :)
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You’re kneeling next to your mother with your hands folded as you look up at the statue of the Mother. Your eyes are welled with tears as you pray for the strength to get through the journey to Oldtown. You know you’ll have your uncle and a small company but you haven’t seen your uncle in ages. You’re scared to travel with so many strangers and all of them men no doubt. You blink back your tears as your mother grabs your arm and helps you rise.
She leads you out of the sept and your guards fall into a protective formation around you. You both enter the carriage and allow the silence to wash over you as you look at the passing city that you won’t be seeing for some time. Your mother grabs your hands as you pick at your nails and brings them to her lips.
“Tell me what is bothering you, sweet girl.” she rests your hands in her lap. “I can tell something is the matter.” she nods and searches your eyes.
“I’m scared.” you whisper. “If it’s so dangerous, why am I the only one leaving?” your voice cracks. “How will all of you stay safe? Protected? I pray to the Gods daily, yet I’m still weary at how this is to end.” you whisper.
“Do not worry yourself with such things.” she leans over and brushes your hair back. “Your brothers will see that we prevail. You’ll be home with us soon enough.” she offers you a reassuring smile.
“I’m nervous for the journey to Oldtown.” you whisper looking down at your intertwined hands.
“Your uncle will be by your side the whole time. He has personally picked your company himself. I promise that he will keep you safe. I know this.” she nods.
“That still doesn’t mean I know him. He is as a stranger to me as the men that he picked to accompany us.” you shake your head as the carriage stops.
“Once you see him all of the memories will come back.” she looks you over before exiting the carriage.
You follow her out into the main courtyard and hear your heart pounding in your ears as you see Oldtown knights and soldiers flooding the walkways. You grab onto your mothers arm and she holds you closer guiding you to the steps of the Keep. You keep your gaze down as you follow quickly behind her and sigh in relief when the familiar stone greets your eyes.
“Sister.” you press against your mother when she suddenly stops.
“Gwayne.” she turns around with a smile.
“And surely this isn’t my sweet little niece?” your breath catches as your eyes meet his.
“Hasn’t she grown?” your mother turns to you with a smile. “You remember Gwayne don’t you, sweet girl?” she adjusts your hair.
“I’m afraid my memory doesn’t serve me.” your cheeks burn as his full attention is on you.
“Then might I introduce myself.” he holds his hand out waiting for yours. You place your hand in his and he brings it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on you. “Sir Gwayne, Princess.” he bows his head to you. “I’m here to escort you to safety.” you blink up at him and nod.
Your mother ushers you into the castle while she continues to speak with her brother. You glance behind you and find him looking after you already. He offers you a small smile before you turn and walk up the steps. You seal yourself in your chambers trying to think of anything besides how you’ll be leaving your home at day break.
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A week on the road
You’ve slowly become more relaxed with Gwayne as your traveling companion. He’s been nothing short of doting and you can’t help but to think of another life where you got to spend your life growing up in Oldtown with his kindness, his gentleness. He wakes early with you and sets up your candles and makes a small area for you to have your time and silence as you pray to the Gods.
Gwayne stands at your back, ever the faithful watcher, protector. When you rise and come to his side he gathers your materials and packs them into the bag and clips it to his horse. By this time the men are awake and finishing breakfast before the lot of you start off on your journey once more. You stay glued to his side until your legs tire then he lifts you up the horse and guides you down the path.
“Might we stay at an Inn tonight?” you whisper and Gwaynes neck is craning up to you before you finish your sentence. “I would like a bath.” your cheeks redden at the thought of how many days it has been.
“Of course.” a small smile spreads across his features. “I would welcome a night on a bed. Not that our blankets aren’t comfortable.” he raises his brow at you and you let out a small laugh.
“Thank you.” you nibble your lip before turning back to the road.
Gwayne lets his mind travel to laying in a warm bed for once. He knows you don’t feel too many of the effects of sleeping on the ground because you’ve been draped across him every night. He stares at the top of the tent as you curl on top of him. The first night you both shared a tent it was because he wanted you close by, safe. Now he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to find sleep without you curled against him.
He trusts his men but not with you, Gods he’s not even sure he trusts himself with you. The mornings are the hardest for him. Your night dress is bunched up, legs tangled with his, and your warm breath fanning across his neck. He always brushes your hair back to wake you and he’s greeted by the smallest whimper as you cling onto him tighter.
“We’re off the trail.” he’s brought back to the present by your soft voice.
“I am so sorry Princess.” he shakes his head and watches his men turn back at him and snicker. “We’re stopping at the next Inn.” he calls to his men and they sigh in relief and continue walking once more.
“Can we still share a bed?” you hope you don’t sound too desperate.
“Of course.” he looks up at you. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” you smile at his words and whisper a thanks before letting your mind drift to hot water and soap.
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Your face falls when the Inn finally comes into view. If you hadn’t thought about a bath for the past couple of hours you would’ve requested to just keep going and stay in the tent once more. Gwayne lifts you off the horse and you frown as mud tracks on the bottom of your skirts. He winces at how upset you look and hopes a bath can distract you, but when he leads you into the Inn he watches your frown deepen.
“At least there will be a bed and a bath.” Gwayne glances at you and sees your scrunched face.
“Yeah.” you force a smile and he sighs leading you up to the Innkeeper.
The steps that lead up to the small room keep snagging on your dress and Gwayne cringes at every whine that comes from your mouth. When he pushes open the door he hears your gasp and ushers you inside quickly. He sets your bags down and turns to find you standing near the small tub, more like a large bucket before you turn and look up at him with round eyes.
“Just for tonight.” he cups your face and you nod once. “After we get to Oldtown you’ll never want for anything else.” he searches your eyes. “The finest gowns and the sweetest smelling soaps and oils. I’ll see to it.” he nods.
“Do you think they even have soap here?” he can’t help but crack a smile.
“I’m sure they do. It might not be the best but it’ll do the job.” he watches you nibble your lip. “What’s wrong?”
“Could you help me?” you whisper and he tilts his head confused.
“With what?” he searches your eyes.
“My bath.” your cheeks redden. “I’ll put one of my night dresses on but..” you shake your head. “I don’t know..” your voice cracks and you feel your eyes well with hot tears. “I don’t want to be traveling anymore.” he’s cupping your face the second your tears start to fall.
“We’re almost there. We can travel through the night, if it would please you.” he nods. “I can carry you so you can sleep in my arms. Anything, just say the words.” you fold against his chest and he holds you as you let out soft sobs.
“How much longer?” you mumbled against his chest.
“Just a week.” he smooths your hair back and holds you closer. “You’ve been so brave.” he whispers. “The best traveling companion I could’ve asked for.” you pull back and look up at him with puffy eyes. “Go put your night dress on and I’ll go fetch some water and soap.” you nod and he watches you walk over to your bag.
He clicks the door shut behind him and thuds down the stairs in search of what you require. He knows he shouldn’t be bathing you but who else would? Gods and now he’s thinking about you in a wet night dress. He stops on the stairs and closes his eyes trying to get the picture out of his mind. He starts down the stairs once more and thanks the Innkeeper when he hands him a bucket for water and a bar of soap.
Gwayne shoves the soap in his pocket and walks over to have his bucket filled. When the man grabs the bucket from him he grunts and fills it until water is sloshing out the sides. As Gwayne makes his way back to the stairs he jumps when some of the water seeps into his sleeve and groans at how cold it is. He’s half tempted to say they didn’t have any water for a bath but he doesn’t want to upset you further. He pushes the door open and finds you sitting on the bed with your hands in your lap.
“It seems as if this is all they could spare.” your eyes catch on the small bucket that has water dripping down the side of it.
“Okay.” you nod and rise from the bed. “I’m sorry I’m causing so much trouble.” you look at the uneven floors as you walk to the small basin.
“You’re not, sweet girl.” he sets the bucket on the ground and offers you his hand to help you step into the tub. He watches your skin pebble as you sink into the empty basin and curl your legs up to your chest. “I just don’t think they expected to be housing a Princess.”
“Did they give you soap?” you look up at him and he pulls the bar out of his pocket and watches your face fall. “I don’t want that in my hair. Can you get me something to tie it up?” you look from the offensive bar of soap to his crumbling face.
“Yes, of course. I’m so sorry.” Gods he should’ve never taken you here. This has to be worse than the tent. Surely you must loathe him by now. When he turns back to you he sees your cheeks are flushed and he steps behind you and starts to scoop up your hair. “I could braid it later if you’d like.” he whispers, trying to delicately pull it up to secure it off your neck.
“You can braid?” you look up at him with a hint of a smile.
“I was practically your mothers most trusted handmaiden growing up.” he cups your cheek and caresses your jaw with his thumb. “I can do your hair however you would like.” his heart swells seeing a smile back on your face.
“I would like that.” you nod and watch as he grabs the bucket of water.
“The water is cold.” he watches you close your eyes and nod. You hear his footsteps and fabric being ripped and you peek open your eyes and see that he tore apart one of his tunic. “They seemed to be out of cloths as well.” he offers you a half smile.
“You didn’t have to.” you look up at him with scrunched brows.
“Of course I did. It’s for you.” he cups your cheek before squatting down next to the basin.
For the next couple of minutes he dips the fabric in the water and rubs the soap into it before bringing it to your arm. He tries his best to ignore your small whines about the temperature and get it done as quickly as possible. You push his hand away, shivering and rising out of the basin. He watches you stand there hugging yourself and when he offers you his hand to get out his eyes widen at your now see through night dress.
“Let’s get you into something warm and dry.” he turns and grabs your bag. He pulls out a dry night dress and turns to you. “I’ll go stand by the door so you can change.” he lays the fabric on the chair and faces the door, shutting his eyes as he hears you shuffle around.
He knows he shouldn’t be feeling anything he’s been feeling for you the past week. You’re his niece. Gods you’re just so sweet and innocent. Somehow unsullied from growing up in the Godless city of Kings Landing. He never wants to let you go back there. He just wants to keep you for himself. To protect you and keep you safe. He wants to braid your hair and give you hot baths with towers of bubbles and petals. Yet all he’s done is have you sleep on the ground and take you to an Inn that is probably worse than any building in flea bottom.
“I’m still cold.” he turns and finds you in your dry night dress hugging yourself.
“Let me tuck you in and I’ll start a fire in the hearth.” he nods and leads you over to the bed.
“I want you to come to bed with me.” you pout. “You’re always so warm.” you curl against him and he swears his heart stops when your cold fingers press under his tunic into his skin.
“I will once I get the fire going.” he squeezes you against him once before tucking you into the bed.
You watch from under the covers as he moves about the room. The walls whistle from the breeze outside and you can feel the cold creeping back in. He quickly gets a fire going and gets rid of some of his layers before getting under the covers with you. He knows he shouldn’t and that his sister would probably have his head for this but he can’t help it. He’s just making sure you’re safe and protected. He smiles when he hears your even breathing in his neck as you cuddle on top of him.
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A week after arriving in Oldtown
Oldtown is grander than you ever could have expected. Gwayne has been showing you around from sunup to sun down and you can’t recall the last time you were so happy. The great sept here has never made you feel closer to the Gods and you can almost hear them whispering to you in the breeze to be happy. Gwayne never lets you out of his sight and has even allowed you to continue to share a bed with him.
Gwayne was sure the servants were going to cease to exist at the thought of you both sharing chambers but he had come up with something they couldn’t argue. You were still scared, unsure and he just wanted to make sure you’re safe. He told them if you weren’t by him you wouldn’t get any sleep and would be plagued with night terrors. When these excuses left his mouth he was wondering if he did it for you, himself, or the others within the walls of the castle. These thoughts leave his head when he sees you yawning and stretching in your silk pouting for him to come to bed.
When he first brought you to his chambers he leaned against the wall and watched you inspect every surface. Your eyes lingered on the massive tub and then you turned to his bed and fell back onto it in a fit of giggles. His heart warmed and he stepped over to you and asked if there was anything else you would like to be brought in. You shook your head and pulled him into the bed with you and curled against him and fell asleep. He watched you as you napped that first day and vowed to himself that he would never let you go, never leave Oldtown.
The moon has been high in the sky for hours and he’s been content to listen to you tell him about your life growing up in Kings Landing. Your complaints of not wanting to marry Aemond solidifies his decision to keep you here with him. You’re too kind to your two brothers, too kind for this world. He’s half tempted to steal you away now and take you far away and keep you all to himself.
“So what do you think?” you blink up at him and he shakes his head cursing himself for letting his mind drift.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl. What did you say?” you offer him a small pout.
“I asked for a kiss.” he chuckles and presses his lips to your forehead. “No,” you whine.
“Then where would you like a kiss? Hm?” he presses his lips to your cheek. “Here?” he kisses your other cheek. “Or here?” he kisses your nose quickly. “Where would you like a kiss, sweet girl?” he hovers over you on the bed and peppers kisses across your face as you giggle.
“On my lips.” you watch him lean back and tilt his head.
“I can’t.” he watches your smile fall.
“Why not?” you search his eyes. “I want my first kiss to be with someone gentle and kind like you.” you search his eyes. “Please?” you blink up at him and the reality of his situation comes crashing down on him.
He moves from above you and sits up on the bed next to you. He’s allowed himself to think too far into this fantasy world where he could have you. Take you away from here. Build a life, a family with you. He buries his head in his hands and focuses on his breathing until he feels you drape against his back. His shoulders relax when you bury your fingers in his hair and softly rake your nails against his head.
“Did I do something wrong?” you whisper and he shakes his head. “Do you think I’m a whore?” he hears your voice crack and he turns around in an instant.
“Gods no.” he shakes his head.
“Am I not good enough for you?” his heart cracks watching you frown.
“You are too good for me.” he cups your cheeks.
“It’s just one kiss.” you blink up at him with glossy eyes.
“Just one?” he feels his will breaking.
“Please,” you scoot closer to him.
“Close your eyes.” he whispers and you snap them shut. “Are you ready?” you can feel the heat coming off his body.
“Please,” you lean forward.
His hands engulf your cheeks as he softly presses his lips to yours. He starts to pull back before he can’t but you push forward and connect your lips again. He pulls back but you start to crawl into his lap, “Please, Gwayne please.” He pulls you back against his lips and wraps his hands around you back holding you closer. When he pushes his tongue into your mouth you let out a small whimper and melt into him. He doesn’t care, he can’t. Not when you’re begging like this and pleading for him. You both stay mended together until you have to pull back for more than just gasps of breath.
“We need to go to bed.” he looks at your swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
“No.” you shake your head.
“Yes.” he clears his throat. “Under the covers.” he nods and starts to pull them back as you pout.
“If I go under the covers can I have another kiss?” you tilt your head and he groans.
“And you must go to bed after.” you nod and scoot under the covers.
He’s barely under the covers when you’re on top of him and pressing your lips to his. Everytime he lifts you off you press against him harder, whining into his mouth. He can feel every curve of your body, the way your nipples are peaked and pressed against his chest. Your night dress slowly bunching up as you absentmindedly rock against him. Every small gasp and whine is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. He pulls you off of him and presses you into the mattress next to him.
“Go to bed.” he settles into the bed beside you.
“Please.” you whisper. “Can I still cuddle with you?” you turn on your side.
Gwayne sighs and pulls you against him. You smile and tangle your limbs with his as you do every night now. You press your lips to his neck and he squeezes your sides with whispers of going to bed or he’ll move to the couch.
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A month after being in Oldtown
Gwayne waits patiently for you outside of the sept as he’s done every morning since bringing you here, yet he’s never been this tired. You spent hours after you were supposed to be asleep attached to his lips. Then this morning you stayed attached to his neck. He's sure a mark is blossoming under his collar at this very moment. Every morning he looks up at the sept as you scuttle up the stairs and then turns and stands guard as if he hasn’t broken every rule. Once the sun crests over the walls you’re skipping down the stairs and clinging onto his arm.
“I’m ready for our day in the forest.” you lean onto his arm. “Though I don’t know why we must go back out there.” you sigh.
“I wish for you to see how enjoyable it can be. How beautiful and bountiful the land is.” he leads you over to his horse and helps you up before taking a place behind you. “It’ll be just us. No company of men. No tents, we can sleep in our bed tonight.” he nods.
“If you insist.” you lean back into him, enjoying the way his arms hold you as he grips the reins.
“I do.” he leans closer and whispers in your ear.
As Gwayne leads you through the city he smiles watching you so at ease and happy. You wave at the people you both pass by and they wave back offering you a warm welcome. As the city gates come into view he feels you tense as you approach them. He wraps an arm around your waist and holds you closer and you seem to relax at the comfort.
“You promise we won’t sleep out here tonight.” you look up at him.
“I promise, sweet girl.” he nods at the guard as they open the gates for the both of you.
You turn back when the gates close behind you both and then back to the greenery all around you. You crane your neck and take in how tall the trees truly are. Gwayne watches as you let your eyes close and listen to the sounds of different life. The soft breeze blows through your hair as he continues to lead you down the path. When the horse comes to a stop you open your eyes and tilt your head at him.
“May I offer you a walk?” you look down at him on the ground and his outstretched hand.
“For a kiss.” he grins at your soft words.
“That could be arranged.” he grabs your waist and helps you down but you wrap yourself around him, wanting to be held by him. “One kiss. I still want to show you around.” you nod and press your lips to his. He lets you get caught up in the kiss for another minute before he’s pulling you off and setting you down. “You are so beautiful.” he brushes his fingers on your cheek.
He watches a blush rise to your cheeks before he grabs your hand and leads you deeper into the forest. You both come to a clearing and his heart starts to thunder. He looks down at you as you look up at the small opening in the canopy and back at the clearing bathed in sunlight. You walk through the long grass and wildflowers and turn with a pout when you see him still standing at the edge.
When he starts to walk towards you he watches you turn once more and smell the flowers. Your hands delicately trail through the tall grass catching on a few flowers but letting them be. You turn and find him standing in the tall grass. You slowly walk back over to him and he engulfs you in his embrace. You can hear his heartbeat through his tunic as you rest your head on his chest.
“I don’t wish to see you go back to Kings Landing.” he whispers.
“Did my mother call for me?” he can hear the small amount of fear.
“No, the war is still waging. You are safe here with me.” he holds you closer. “I just.. I want to keep you here with me forever.” you bury your head further into his chest. “Right here. I’d clear out the field and build you such a beautiful home.” he hums. “Far enough away where we won’t be disturbed but close enough where I can get you supplies, maesters if needed, the sept is there..” he trails off. “But I’d make you your own praying circle with candles and a bench. I’d build you your own sept if it would make you stay with me.” he nods.
“I would do all these things for you. I would do anything you ask. I’d be your protector, I’d hold your secrets,” you’re holding onto him so tightly now. “I’d be your husband if you’d wish it. Give you all of the kisses you want. We could build a family.” he lets his mind drift to the thought of you round with his child.
“Please,” he pulls you back and searches your eyes. “I want that so badly. Please.” your voice is so soft he can’t take it anymore.
He presses his lips to yours and you wrap yourself back around him. You smile against him when he slowly lowers you to the ground and the grass envelopes you both. His lips press against yours once more and you wrap your legs around his waist enjoying the way he’s pressing against you. You feel so safe, so loved. You relish in the silence only hearing yours and his panting. He’s trying to show restraint but he’s rarely the one on top because he knows it would just take one small moan and he would devour you.
He lifts up and looks at your lips before kissing down your neck. The high pitched whines leaving your mouth cause him to push his hips into yours and you hold him tighter with a small plea. He rolls his hips once more just wanting to hear your noises again before he stops but this time it’s a moan of his name. His hands find your thighs to untangle you but he’s met with your skin as your skirts have risen up your thighs. He digs into your soft flesh as he continues to kiss and suckle at your neck.
“Move your hips again.” you whine jerking your hips up. “Please, please Gwayne,” you claw into his back. “Oh, yes,” you squeak as he grinds into you. “More.” you feel your body heating.
“We mustn’t.” he pulls back from your neck and takes in your red cheeks. “We’re not even married.” he shakes his head and unwraps your legs from him.
“Then let’s marry.” you whine when he pulls your skirts back down your legs. “Then you can build our house while I carry our child.” you nod. “Please,” his heart is thundering so loudly at your words. “Tomorrow at daybreak.” you nod. “I know just the septon to do it.” he watches a smile bloom on your face.
“What about a gown?” he chuckles, watching you stand and pull him up.
“I have plenty of gowns to choose from.” you put your hands on your hips.
“Show me where you want the house to be.” he presses his lips to your forehead.
For the next couple of hours he lets you lead him around the clearing telling him where you would like everything set up. He takes dutiful mental notes and nods at every suggestion. You steal small kisses from him throughout the afternoon and once the sun starts to sink he begins to lead you back to the horse. He helps you up and smiles when you lean against him as he takes his place once more.
You smile and wave at the people again as you both pass through town. He takes you on a longer route back to the castle, letting you both off when something catches your eye. By the time you both make it back the sun is set and you’re now carrying a bag of new jewels and sweets. He asks a couple of servants to bring up some supper to his chambers for the both of you before he leads you up the stairs and seals you away with him.
Once the doors are shut you’re on him. Kissing at him, pulling at his clothes and whining when he grabs your wrists to stop your wandering hands. He chuckles into your mouth when you press yourself against him. He grabs your waist and pulls you back and places one last kiss on your lips to rid you of your pout. Both of your heads snap to the door when there’s a couple soft knocks.
Gwayne opens the door and accepts the trays from the servants and closes the door behind him. He turns and finds you clearing the table and setting up places for you both to sit. He spreads the food across the table and fills your plate and cup. You both glance at each other with smiles and thoughts of how this will never cease. Your mind drifts to asking the septon in the morning and being wed under the rising sun. You clean up the table and drift over to the wardrobe to pull out the gown you had in mind for the morning.
He watches you float around the room readying your clothes for tomorrow. His heart swells when you start to pick his clothes, having a vision of what he’ll be wearing as you seal yourselves together for eternity. He watches you start to pull on the laces of your dress and he takes quick steps over to you to replace your fingers with his. Once the dress is on the ground he helps you step out of it before he turns to the wardrobe and reaches for your night dress.
“Gods above.” he fists the fabric in his hands when he turns and finds you standing naked and your slip in the pile with your gown.
“Take me.” you whisper, stepping towards him. “I just want to be close to you.”
“We can wait another day.” his voice hoarse.
“Gwayne,” you whine and he drops the night dress to the floor. “Please,” you’re directly in front of him now blinking up at him.
He lifts you up and smashes his lips to yours. You sigh into his mouth and melt against him. One of his hands is holding onto your ass and you whine when he squeezes the tender flesh. His other hand is wrapped around your waist and splayed against your back holding you closer. He starts to walk you back over to his bed and reluctantly pulls back from your lips. He gently lays you back on the bed and starts to remove his clothing.
“Your trousers.” you whine when he starts to crawl over you with them still on.
“I’m not taking you tonight.” he shakes his head before pressing soft kisses against your neck.
“Why not.” you arch up into him as his hands roam down your sides. “Please,” he starts to kiss down your chest and presses his forehead just under your collarbone trying to reel himself in. “Oh,” you gasp as you jerk your hips up against his. “This feels different.” you grind against his trousers.
“That’s because you’re not wearing any small clothes.” he groans, grabbing your hips and stilling them.
“Take them off. I just want to feel you.” you start to move your legs up and try to push them down with your feet. “Gwayne,” he groans at the breathlessness of your voice.
“Okay, okay.” he shushes against your chest and untangles from you.
He stands at the edge of the bed and watches your head pop up as he starts to unlace his trousers and push them down. He sighs in relief when he’s free from the fabric. Your cheeks flush when you take in his length bouncing against his stomach. He smirks as you slowly lay back down, spreading your legs giving him the perfect view of your glistening slit. He starts to crawl over you once more leaning down to kiss up your torso, between your breasts, and finally stopping at your lips.
“Gwayne,” your voice trembling almost as much as your body at his soft touch.
“What would you like, sweet girl?” he leans down, letting his lips brush against yours.
“Just touch me, kiss me, anything.” you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and bring his lips to yours.
Gwayne is positive he must be dreaming or dead because there is no way this is his reality. The second your legs wrap around his waist he knows this is real at the feel of his tip sliding through your wetness. You whimper into his mouth and start rocking your hips and his head spins. He tries to press you back into the mattress but he just ends up sliding through your wetness even more.
“Take me.” you plead. “Please, just take me.” you hold him closer and rock your hips.
He presses his lips to yours and brings one of his hands between the both of you. The second he slides a finger up your slit you cry into his mouth. You’re practically dripping and when he brings his finger down to your entrance you arch up into him and he’s greeted by a pool of your arousal. He brings a second finger down to circle your entrance before sliding them both back up to your bud. The noise that leaves your mouth after his first swirl has his cock aching.
“Mm, more,” he circles his fingers faster and your legs squeeze around his waist. “I- I’m,” you feel such immense pleasure as you try to keep kissing him. You hold onto his neck and he watches your face scrunch as you pant into the small space between you both.
“How does it feel?” he leans down to press his lips to your neck.
“Good.” you gasp. “So good, ple- mm,” he chuckles into your neck and speeds up his fingers. “Gway-Ah,” you claw onto his back and pleasure slams through you.
He lifts up as he’s still swirling his fingers to watch your face. Your lips are parted and your eyes are squeezed shut as you continue to whimper. He slides his fingers down and circles one of his fingers around your core. He dips a finger into you and groans as he feels you fluttering around him. He brings his thumb up to your bud and watches your face as he slowly pumps his finger.
“Yes,” your chest heaves as he slowly works your body. “Please,” you roll your hips against his hand.
He watches you squirm beneath him and his resolve is starting to weaken. Your soft whimpers and pleas are going straight to his cock which has been aching for some time now but this is about you, it’ll always be about you. He starts to press a second finger into you and you cry out his name. You peel your eyes open and find him already looking at you.
“Kiss me.” you pant and his lips are on yours the next second. “I want you, not your fingers.” you whine into his mouth.
“Tomor-“ he grunts when your hands wrap around his cock.
“Please,” he can hear your pleasure in your voice as it soaks his hand. “Just the tip then,” you swipe against his leaking tip and he presses his forehead to yours.
“Alright,” he wraps his hand around yours and removes it. “Tell me if it’s too uncomfortable and we’ll stop.” he searches your lidded eyes.
“Please, please, I need it please,” you’re panting and squirming underneath him. He groans and takes his pleasure coated hands and strokes himself, mixing his pleasure with yours to slick his cock. “Mm,” you chew your lip as he starts to press the head in.
“Fuck,” he softly curses as your cunny sucks in his tip. “This is as much as-
“Mor- oh,” you gasp when you jerk your hips pushing him further in. “Please,” your chest is heaving as he stills all of his movements.
“We shouldn’t.” he pants but his cock is already inching further into your warm cunny.
“Move.” you whisper, holding onto him tightly. “Gwayne, please,” you move your hips and gasp at the continued stretch.
Your eyes lock with his as he continues to push into you. He watches for any sign of genuine discomfort or pain as he continues. He watches your lids get heavier and when his hips are flush with yours you let out a small whimper. You both stare at each other and breathe heavily until he leans down and presses his lips to yours. He starts to slowly pull out as he swallows down all of your whines.
“You’re doing so good for me, sweet girl.” he starts to kiss down your neck as he pushes back in. “Taking me so well.” he starts a steady rhythm that has a continuous string of whimpers falling from your mouth.
He presses his lips to yours once more as he continues to rock into you. Soon to be his wife. Soon to be carrying his child. His hips snap into yours with a little more force at that thought. Your walls hug him as he starts to move faster. The high pitched moans coming from your mouth only spur him on to move faster. He feels his pleasure approaching and from the way you’re squeezing him he knows you’re right there with him.
“I can’t wait to start a family with you.” he mumbles into your mouth. “Keep you all safe.” he rolls his hips. “Keep you swollen with our children for a couple years.” your nails dig into his back as you nod your head. “Yeah? Would you like that?”
“Please, yes, I’m,” you babble, nodding your head feeling your toes curl. “Mm I,”
“Shh shh, I've got you.” he kisses back down to your neck. “I’m gonna fill you up and give you the life you want.” he grunts. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” his words are filled with pleasure and outright devotion.
With one last cry of his name you fall apart around him which causes him to follow with his pleasure. He slowly pumps his seed into you watching your face scrunch with every slow thrust. He presses his lips to yours and gently pulls out. He collapses onto the bed next to you and you turn and curl into him immediately. His hand rubs your back soothingly as he whispers soft words of praise. He watches your eyes shut and pulls the blanket over the both of you.
“We’ll marry in the morning and I’ll start making plans to build you a home by the afternoon.” he presses his lips to your forehead before letting sleep take him over as well.
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6 months later
Gwayne stands behind you in the once overgrown clearing just beyond the city gates. You’re sitting at the stone bench he made for you with a couple candles lit in the small patch. Your eyes are shut and your usually clasped hands for prayer are instead tenderly holding onto your bump. You had insisted you could still kneel but once he saw you wince when he helped you up he wouldn’t allow it anymore. Now he brings out a feather pillow for you and helps you settle more comfortably.
You rise from the bench with ease but he’s still next to you with a hand on your lower back and the other protectively on your bump. He places a chaste kiss on your lips, then your nose, and lastly on your forehead. He begins to escort you back to the house and the candles and incense caress your nose as he leads you over to the couch before he goes to prepare your tea. He knows you’ll say he’s overbearing but it’s his job. To protect you. To see to every single one of your needs. To dote upon you. To love you.
“Gwayne,” he drops everything at the slight worry in your tone.
“What’s wrong? What’s happened?” he’s kneeling before you and looking over every inch of you.
“There’s some people coming.” you look out the window and he sees a couple guards and someone walking in the middle of them.
“Stay here.” he goes to the front door and clenches his jaw when he feels your hands wrap around his arm. “At least stay behind me.” he whispers and you nod.
“Her Grace, Alicent Hightower, requests entry.” one of the men grunt out.
You push Gwayne aside and pull open the door. Alicent takes you in and her eyes widen but you pull her into a fierce hug. Tears flow freely down your cheeks as you cling to your mother. Alicent holds you and is all too aware of your swollen stomach. Her eyes move from you to Gwayne who looks at the guards and back to her. He opens the door wider and shuffles the both of you inside and seals the door shut.
“I have prayed for you everyday.” you sniffle, wiping your eyes.
“And I for you.” she hums watching Gwayne help you sit back on the couch.
“Could I get you a drink? Something to eat? How was the journey?” she’s aware of his nervous ramble, something he’s been doing since they were kids.
“Tea.” she nods once and turns her attention back to you.
Alicent settles back into the chair and looks around the home. Your touch is all over the place with small accents of Gwayne. The house is warm and inviting and she softly shakes her head because this is the home she wanted to have when she was a girl. Her eyes move back to you and take in the soft glow coming off of you. Pregnancy looks well on you, you’re so at ease. Your white curls spilling over your shoulder as you wear a sage dress. How is it that she's looking at her little girl but before her sits the Mother?
“My sweet girl,” she can’t help the tremble in her voice. “Are you happy here?” she chokes back her tears.
“I don’t think I’ve been happier.” a smile spreads across your face and seems to illuminate the room.
“Tea for you.” Gwayne hands her a cup on a saucer with shaky hands. “And tea for you.” he takes a seat next to you and offers you the cup.
His eyes slide over to his sister and she takes a sip of her tea. The warmth settles into her chest, “Our childhood tea.”
“It’s my new favorite.” you hum. “The babe seems to dance everytime I drink it as well.” you place a hand in your bump.
“I..” Alicent shakes her head at a loss for what to say. You look between them and grab Gwayne's hand.
“Our love was a surprise to us.” you whisper. “It took us both by surprise. I..” you shake your head. “He is so very gentle and sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so safe and loved.” you don’t mean for your words to stab your mother but you see the impact of them. “I’m sorry.”
“Do not apologize for choosing love and gentleness.” her glassy eyes snap up to yours. “I’m sorry.” she grabs her chest. “I just l..” she can’t blink away her tears as they fall. “I wanted a life like this long ago.” she whispers. “The Gods had chosen differently for me.” she offers you a weak smile.
“The Gods did not choose that for you. Our father did.” Gwayne shakes his head and reaches out for her hand.
“I want you to remain here with Gwayne.” she looks at you and swallows back her sorrow. “I’ll say you were lost to the war.” she shakes her head and looks up at the ceiling.
“What of my siblings?” your words hushed.
“Do not worry.” she quickly wipes away her tears.
“Mother,” you start to rise.
“No.” she shakes her head and stands. She walks over to you and cups your cheeks. “My sweet girl.” she presses her lips to your forehead and offers Gwayne the same.
“Stay here with us.” he grabs her hands. “I’ll build you your own home.” he searches her eyes. “Anything.” he starts to rise.
“My fate has been decided long ago.” her voice cracks. “I find solace knowing the Gods were gentler with the both of you.” she nods and turns to the door.
You look after her in confusion and send Gwayne after her. When he steps out of your home Alicent and her guards are already clearing the tree line. He turns back to you and seals the door and kneels before you. He wipes away the tears that keep flowing down your face. He engulfs you in a hug and you curl into his chest.
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5 years later
You bite your lip to hide your smile as your little girl tugs at your dress. You shush her and clasp her hands back together as you continue to pray with a soft smile. Your two sons are next to you softly giggling and you hear Gwayne silently scold them. You open your eyes, abandoning prayer until they’re down for their nap. Gwayne helps you up and places his hand on your once again growing bump.
“Soon you will need to be on your bench again.” he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead.
“Soon you’ll have to build another bench.” you smile up at him. “I don’t think two will suffice anymore.” you chuckle as your three children circle around the both of you.
“Then expand our house, get more livestock, plant some more vegetables..” he trails off, pinching your children’s cheeks causing them to squeal and run around in the wildflowers.
“Father,” your little girl tugs on his tunic.
“Yes, my sweet little princess?” he scoops her up.
“Could you braid my hair like mothers?” she smiles shyly.
“Of course I can, Ali.” she wraps her arms around his neck before wiggling out and running off with her brothers.
Gwayne helps you take a seat and takes his place next to you as you both watch your children frolic around the tall grass and flowers. The sun shines on your boy's silver hair while it radiates warmth in your daughter's red locks. You lean against Gwaynes side and shut your eyes listening to the laughter and the breeze.
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bruh when i was writing the Inn scene i had to show so much mf restraint bc im a hoe for the ‘only one room and one bed’ trope but it wasn’t their time yet 🥲
and we already got another gwayne fic in the works let’s gooooo
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sooo i’m tryna see if i can write for another fandom rq - just for funsies im not leaving my hotd babies im just seeing what else i can do
regardless of the option the story will be 18+ bc im a freak ok!!
u pick for me bc im indecisive
klaus x f!reader
feyd x f!reader
sukuna x f!reader
choso x f!reader
Voting ended onMar 8, 2025
more info on these story’s below the cut
klaus fic: i started a doc for this monthssss ago and left her but basically one of my fav tropes of ~sex pollen~ raw, feral, destructive
feyd fic: austin butler - i was going to leave it at that but maybe ur like one of his lil pets 🫠🧎🏼♀️
sukuna fic: true form sukuna - both at the same time - all them hands? all them tongues? yeahhhhh sum about ‘u said u can take me, then take it’ while being destroyed by him 🤗
choso fic: dude idek im just down bad rn i love my emo dark haired anime men
me outting myself as an anime lover in the year 2025 is insane but here we are!!
SO with all that if you feel very passionate abt me writing one of these slide into the replies, dms, or anon whatever makes u comfortable
love u sm lets kiss 😚🤭
maybe ill fuck around and write all of them who knows
I reaaad your request list and a gwayne x reader story?! That's going to be sooo good! I love it, I love you! Haha I only wanted to say that and that you create great stories, I always check to see when you publish something 🤭! Have a nice day 😁
eeeeeeee i’m working on that story rn and 🤭 ugh i feel like i barely started it and im already at 2k words!! im hoping i can do him justice 🙏🏼
you are so sweet as are your words and i love you so much!!! thank you soooooo much for reading with me i appreciate you 💞
Hellooo! I have been reading your stories for some time now and I love them all. I just wanted to know if you only write for house of the dragon or other characters too? Maybe you have seen 'Anatomy of a fall'? I love the character of the lawyer Vincent renzi, but not many people write stories for him anymore, if you know him, would you consider writing one?
you are so so sweet 💞🫂
so yes i would eventually like to branch out to other fandoms but im actually terrified to do so i say this knowing im actively trying to write a bucky barnes fic
unfortunately i’ve not seen that movie or know the character so as of right now i wouldn’t write for him 💔
but with that being said the fandoms i would consider writing for as of rn are: mcu, star wars, dune, tvd/to, and lotr
overall thank you for reaching out and asking!! it makes me happy you took the time to reach out to me and if you’d like to come back with another request i’ll be here 🤗
Never fear you will post something too wild because there will always be someone who already knows they’re into it and a couple more that will be converted afterwards #trust
ohhhh i adore you for this 🤭🥹
you’re absolutely right and thank you for reminding me of this 👉🏻👈🏻
Thank you thank you thank you, Just like that was soo awesome! And it just got me thinking on the next day, cause jacaerys is soo taking good care of her the next day too 🤭. They're just in a frenzy since they began with this game. So maybe next day is really cold and foggy, the type of day you just want to stay in, so the story can continue with some sort of morning sex. Jacaerys sucking the pleasure out of reader to wake her up and continue with his promise of treating her good all day. Later, since it's very cold and he has to do some task at the library, he keeps her close and warm on top of him as he tries 'very hard' to concentrate and finish his duties. From time to time getting too hot by her movements. Then they somehow end up in the throne room when he goes all 'my queen can properly ride her dragon on the throne now '. Him taking control eventually too cause we know dragons can stay still just for so long 😏 however they almost get caught and have to stop which has jacaerys a bit frustrated he has been waiting since the library to fill her, so he takes her to his chambers again to finish what they started. This time being a little hasty, but reader loves to see him all hot and bother for her, so as a reward she spreads on his bed and suggests him to try a new position, whatever he wants jsjsjs. OK I just got Sabrina's carpenter song playing on my mind when I got to that part haha, you can finish it how you best find fitting, you're a super writer, thank you again for the requests!
ughhh a cloudy and cold day where you get to wake up to jacaerys keeping you warm and taking such good care of you all day 🫠
ofc he lets you stay by his side, even in the library, he’s even kind enough to let you sit on his lap, draped against him, helping you rock against his trousers in the dim candle light 🕯️
taking the long way back to his chambers to tease the both of you and pulls you into the hall that holds his house seat and he’s pulling you over to it at the whispered words of ‘can i ride my dragon here?’ 🤭
i’ll save the rest for the actual fic 🫶🏻🤗 loving this idea as much as i’m loving you thank you for coming f back with more and im adding this to my roster 🤤
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WHAT was that😵💫😵💫😵💫 something about daemon threesome brings out everyone’s sub. Daddy isn’t even my thing, but with him? Yeah okay. And switching between holes??? Mmmm. So hot. So jealous of daemon, I want to fuck that juicy ass so bad. Absolutely cannot blame him for cumming into it
i asked myself what it was when i finished writing it and the answer is, as you said: h o t
nahhh i’ve been on a massive aegon and daemon kick and i was like mmmmmm lets do both 🙇🏼♀️
so so so glad you enjoyed it i know this one was wild and i was a lil unsure abt posting it but thank you thank you for your kind words 💞🤗
aegon x niece!reader / daemon x daughter!reader / aegon x daemon
Summary: Coming back to court after years for an already settled succession was something you weren’t looking forward to, but when you saw Aegon again you couldn’t care less of to why you were in Kings Landing again. All of your old feelings came flooding in no matter that you’ve been sharing your bed with someone else and he’s sitting across the table staring at the both of you.
Warnings: 18+ drinking, swearing, vulgar language, cheating, fingering, oral(f), masturbation(f+m), dom!daemon(duh), sub!aeg bc i love him, anal(m), p in v, some slight choking, daddy kink(duh), breeding kink and i never ever ever thought the day would come that i would type ‘a hint of m!preg’ but here we are bc daemon just wants u both swollen and leaking so ! !!
Authors Note: alexa play best of both worlds by hannah montana 🫶🏻 father daughter tag teaming aegon?? daemon wrecking aegon and reader?? everyone is fucking - obvs ive stayed at the dinner scene in s1ep8 bc here we are again
Word Count: 4.6k
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Today has been long to say the least. Court had held so much animosity and hatred you felt as if it had gone on for hours. When Vaemond had gone down the line of you and your siblings proclaiming that each of you could very well have your own father, you knew it would end poorly. When your father had caused that scene you were thankful because it allowed court to end and offer you some reprieve before dinner.
When you took your seat at the table you immediately grabbed for the flagon of wine and groaned when your uncle reached it first. He offered you a simpering smile as he grabbed your glass and filled it before setting it down in front of you. He fills his own cup before scooting his chair closer to yours and taking his seat.
“Can I help you?” you turn to Aegon with raised brows.
“It’s been years, my niece. Am I not allowed to have missed you?” he whispers lowly.
“And what exactly did you miss?” you turn to him with a smile.
“Fisting your soft silver hair as you sucked my cock.” his words settle deep within your stomach.
“Mm, I’ve gained better judgment now.” you pray your cheeks don’t flush. “And better taste.” you look him over before grabbing your cup of wine.
“And better taste is what?” he looks down past you. “Brown hair?” he raises his brow at you.
“If you listened at court you would know they’re betrothed to Rhaena and Baela.” you hiss pushing him back in his seat.
“A man being married isn’t something that ever seemed to stop you.” you flash your eyes to him in annoyance. “No husband for you?” he tilts his head with a smirk.
“As if my father would allow that.” you look across the table and see Daemon already staring at you.
“Vaemond was right enough about the parentage.” he watches your head snap over to him. “But no betrothal for his first daughter?” Aegon hums. “Unless he’s claimed you as his.” he smirks watching you flush. “Mm, that’s it, isn’t it? Does daddy Daemon play with your cunny at night?” he watches you shift in the seat.
“That's none of your concern.” you hiss.
“Does he know I had you first?” he leans in closer to you and looks across the table as Daemon. “Do you think he can tell?” he leans closer and your eyes flutter shut before your father clears his throat. “He can.” he hums sitting back.
You reach for your wine and look at Daemon over the edge of your cup. He’s sitting rigid next to your mother. He can’t believe you would act like this at the dinner table and with him, Aegon, of all people. He clenches his fists on the table as he keeps his eyes locked on you. Aegon looks across the table at Daemon with a smirk as he leans into your ear once more.
“When I fuck you later I know he’s going to come and watch.” his lips brush against your ear. “You want daddy to see how your little cunny cries for me? How you beg for it? Crawl for it?” your nails are dug into the wood of the table at his low words.
Daemon is about to rise from the table when his brother beats him to it, spouting off about becoming a family once more. He can’t focus on anything else but you and the way you’re leaning into Aegon. He can see your desire all over your face and the flush that's slowly creeping up your neck. He clenches his jaw as Aegon stays buried in your neck with no care for your surroundings.
You look around the table thankful no one is paying attention to the way you and Aegon are sticking to each other. You refuse to look at the eyes you can feel glaring at you across from the table. Truth be told you were excited to no end at the endless possibilities of what your father will do. You hadn’t even planned on going back to Aegon on this trip but Gods the years had treated him well and his low words make you want to come up with an excuse to leave the hall with him now.
As if the Gods had heard you, Aemond slams his fist to the table and the next couple of minutes provide the distraction you need. Your eyes meet Aegons and you both grab your cups of wine and slip out of the dining hall. Guards rush past the both of you and you both turn the hall and all the memories of your shared youth come flooding back. He grabs your free hand and tugs you up the stairs making a straight line for his chambers.
You’re both out of breath and gulping down your wine once you’re sealed in his chambers. He takes your empty cup and tosses it to the side along with his before he pulls you against him. His lips crash into yours backing you up quickly to his bed. There is nothing sweet about the gesture; this is purely for pleasure, purely for the feeling, the memories. When your back meets his bed he’s pushing your dress up and pressing his face against your small clothes.
“Gods you’re such a beast.” your words are more pleasure filled than you’d prefer as he licks up your small clothes.
“Why are these so wet? All this from a couple hushed words?” his breath fans against the dampened fabric. He pulls the fabric to the side and quickly flicks against your bud watching you arch off the bed. “Fuck,” he groans and pulls your center flush against his mouth.
“Aegon,” you pant, gripping your covered breasts.
He’s licking at you so fast you can’t catch your breath. Your gasps and the sound of him lapping at your wetness fill the room. You start to rock against his face feeling your pleasure build and his fingers dig into your hips helping you grind against him. You’re on the edge when you and Aegon jolt at a door being slammed. You peel your eyes open and see your father standing at one of the tunnel entrances. Aegon looks back up at you before returning to your glistening cunny.
“Stand up and get on the bed.” Daemon's voice holds no humor and Aegon turns to him with a raised brow.
“Maybe you don’t know what it sounds like but she was just about to come.” Aegon looks him over before turning back to you once more. “Where was I?” he smirks at you but you're looking behind him as Daemon walks over to the bed.
“Do not think that I won’t put you on that bed myself.” Daemon stands above Aegon who sighs. Reluctantly Aegon moves from between your thighs and sits on the edge of the bed and offers Daemon a bored expression. “Let daddy show you how she likes to be pleased.” both you and Aegon snap your eyes up to him.
“I know how to please her.” he looks up at Daemon unimpressed.
“Do you?” Daemon turns his full attention to Aegon. “You haven’t even taken her gown off.” he shakes his head. “You’re supposed to take your time with my sweet girl.” he turns to you and cups your face.
“I can make her come whether her gown is on or not.” Daemon sighs at Aegon's words and turns to him.
“That’s not the point I’m making.” Daemon says lowly and you grab his hand not wanting him to ruin your night.
“And what is the point you’re trying to make?” Aegon rolls his eyes.
“That you need to be more grateful that I’m even allowing this and to treat her how she deserves to be treated.” he tugs Aegon up by his tunic. “She’s not one of your little whores.” your eyes widen when he grabs Aegon's face.
“No, but she likes to be fucked like one.” he chuckles when Daemon tightens his grip on his cheeks.
“Please daddy,” they both turn to you at your soft whine.
“She’s obviously not talking to you.” he pushes Aegon back onto the bed. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”
“I wanna come.” you pout. “Aeg was about to make me.” you tug his hand. “Please.” he pulls you up from the bed and you fall against his chest.
Aegon watches with raised brows as Daemon starts to unlace your dress. He never thought Daemon would join the both of you but he’s not exactly opposed to it either. Gods he would probably be content to be the one watching. He sits up straighter once Daemon shoves your dress down to the ground. Aegon smirks when your slip is next to follow and you're bare before the both of them.
“Go lay on the bed so daddy can show Aegon what you like.” he scoots you over and Aegon watches as you take your place next to him once more. “Do not touch her yet or I won’t let you come tonight.” he gives Aegon a pointed look.
Aegon blinks up at Daemon at a loss for words watching him kneel down and press your thighs open against his bed. You let your eyes flutter shut when you feel soft kisses on the insides of your thighs before he kisses along the sides of your slit. The moment Daemon wraps his lips around your bud Aegon’s ears are greeted by the sweetest whine he’s ever heard.
“Daddy, mm dad- yes,” Aegon watches you arch off the bed and he so badly just wants to reach out and touch you. He looks down and sees Daemon kissing your cunny with absolute devotion and decides he wants to do that next if it earns him the sounds you’re currently making, “I- I’m,” a string of whimpers leave your mouth as you fall apart on his face. “Thank you, thank you,” your whole body is trembling as you watch him kiss up your body.
“You see, if you take your time and kiss her little cunny just right she’ll fall apart in seconds.” Daemon slides his eyes over to Aegon. “Now come here and make her come.” he stands back and makes room for Aegon.
“I could’ve made her come before..” Aegon trails off settling between your thighs once more.
“I didn’t ask for your words.” Daemon says lowly sitting next to you on the bed. “Tell daddy if Aegon does a good job.” he looks down at you and brushes your hair off your neck. “Well what are you waiting for?” Daemon turns his attention back to Aegon.
“You said that I couldn’t touch her or you won’t let me come.” Daemon smirks, watching his cheeks redden.
“Mm,” he props himself up more and tilts his head at Aegon. “Ask me.” he nods and you whine getting impatient. “Hush.” he whispers down at you.
“Can I touch her?” Aegon watches as Daemon's eyes darken. “Please?” he’s ready to plead again but Daemon nods his head once and he dives between your legs.
Aegon’s quick tongue has you arching off the bed with a string of whines leaving your lips. You gasp when he presses his tongue into your core and you look up at Daemon who’s already watching you. You pant when Aegon encases your bud as you start to rock against his face.
“Is Aegon doing a good job?” he brushes your hair back. “Is he licking at your little cunny the way you like?” he chuckles when you nod your head quickly.
“Yes, Aegon,” you shutter as your pleasure crests. “So good, I’m- I, Aeg,” you fall apart and Aegon continues to lap at you before pulling back.
“I knew you could be a good boy for me.” Aegon’s breathing deepens at Daemon's words. “Come up here to me.” he pats the bed next to him and Aegon is next to him a moment later. “Mm and you listen.” he smiles watching Aegon’s pupils dilate.
Daemon stands and has Aegon move into the space next to you. He looks down at the both of you with excitement dancing under his skin at having the both of you like this for him. He leans over you first and presses his lips to yours. You gasp when he slips two fingers into you before kissing down your neck and glancing over at Aegon who is watching the both of you with his lips between his teeth.
Daemon keeps moving his fingers in you before he leans over and takes Aegon’s lips for himself. Aegon melts into his touch and is trying to stop himself from arching up into Daemon's touch. You rock your hips on Daemon's hand as you watch them next to you. Daemon starts to kiss across Aegon’s neck and chuckles as the whimpers he’s letting spill free.
“Gods you’re desperate aren’t you?” he leans back and Aegon goes to reach up but hesitates. “Tell daddy what you want.” Daemon continues to hover above Aegon waiting for his words.
“You. This. Both of you.” you whimper at Aegon’s words.
“Please,” you and Aegon whine.
“I’m sorry.” Aegon turns to you with a pout. “I was supposed to fuck you so thoroughly.” he rolls on his side and presses his lips to yours and Daemon speeds up his fingers in you.
You whine into Aegons mouth and Daemon offers him praise as he brings his fingers down to swirl around your bud. Daemon leans down over the both of you and the three of you are a mess of tongues and breaths. Your pleasure washes through you in the midst of everything and they both press their lips all over your neck and face before pulling back so you can all catch your breath.
“Have you been with a man before?” Aegon nods quickly at Daemon's words.
“Where’s your oil?” Aegon’s cock throbs at his words.
“On the table over there.” Daemon is up and retrieving the small carafe.
“Daddy, I wanted to fuck Aegon.” you pout as he comes back over to the bed.
“We both can.” his soft words go straight to Aegon’s cock. “Would you like that?” he tilts Aegon's chin up.
“Please yes,” Aegon’s cock is hard and pressing at his trousers. “Please.” Aegon's begging is music to Daemon's ears. “My cock hurts, I wanna take my clothes off.” he whines looking up at Daemon.
“Stand up so I can help you.” Daemon pulls him closer and pushes his hair back. “Come help me undress Aegon, sweet girl.” Aegon trembles when your hands are softly squeezing at his waist letting your fingers slip under his tunic and press against his warm skin.
Daemon leans down and takes Aegon’s lips as you let your hands roam all over his body. Aegon doesn’t know who to lean into as you both press against him. Daemon pulls back and you lift his tunic off and attach back to him pressing your lips across his back. He swallows as Daemon starts to unlace his trousers. He pushes them down and sighs in relief as his cock springs free.
“Oh Gods,” Aegon lets out a low groan as Daemon wraps his hand around his cock and begins to slowly stroke him.
“Don’t daddy’s fingers feel so good?” you press your lips against Aegon's neck. “Just wait until they’re inside you.” Daemon chuckles when Aegon’s cock twitches.
“Would you like that, sweet boy?” Daemon tightens his grip and swipes his thumb at his leaking tip. “Hm? Tell me.” he whispers, grabbing Aegon's chin and making him look up at him.
“Please daddy,” Daemon's smile widens at Aegon’s soft plea.
“Shh,” he smooths Aegon’s hair back as his hips start to jerk into Daemon's hand. “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.” he lets go of Aegon’s cock and turns him towards you. “But I want you to take care of my sweet girl first.” he starts to press his lips to the back of his neck.
You pull Aegon's lips down to yours and you wrap your arms around him. Aegon pulls back only to help you lay back on the bed and crawl back over you. He presses his forehead to yours as he humps against you and you squirm around as his tip slides up your wetness. Daemon watches you two tangle together as he starts to tug his own clothes off. He watches Aegon's head pop up and turn back to him.
“Can I fuck her? Please?” he’s panting and his cock won’t stop leaking and he just wants to be inside you so badly.
“That’s a good boy for asking.” Daemon nods. “Go ahead.” he watches Aegon turn back to you with a smile.
“Aegon,” you whimper as he starts to push into you.
Aegon presses his lips to yours as he begins to rock into you. A small cry falls from your lips at his stretch before he starts to thrust into you. Your tongues and teeth are clashing as you pull and coax pleasure from each other. You chuckle softly as he whines when Daemon trickles the oil down his backside. His pace falters slightly when Daemon trails a finger between his cheeks.
“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth.
“Keep moving.” Daemon’s words have him pushing into you once more. “Is Aegon doing a good job?” Daemon coos down at you as he circles a finger around Aegon’s hole.
“So good.” you nod your head, holding onto Aegon’s shoulders as he snaps his hips into yours.
Your pleasure is thrumming through your body at the feel of Aegon but also watching your father slowly wreck him. Aegon lets out a low whine and stops his movements when Daemon pushes a slick finger into him. He presses his lips to his shoulder as he starts to pump his finger faster and Aegon slowly starts to rock into you once more. Aegon’s head is spinning from the pleasure fully engulfing him. His hips stop once more when Daemon slides another finger in and he bites down on his shoulder.
“Play with her cunny if you’re going to stop every time.” Aegon nods and you gasp as his fingers circle your bud.
“Fuck,” Aegon’s eyes shut as you squeeze around him as Daemon circles a third finger pouring more oil in the process.
“Aegon,” you tremble in the cusp of pleasure.
Aegon doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back his pleasure if you come around him at this moment. Daemon smirks watching you both shake and whimper underneath him. He presses a third finger into Aegon and watches his back straighten as your nails dig into his back followed by cries and gasps from the both of you.
“Do you both just feel so good?” Daemon chuckles at the pleasure slurred words you both offer him in response.
Aegon doesn’t know how he hasn’t collapsed onto you yet. You’re still fluttering around him and Daemon’s fingers are stretching him and pressing against the spot that has him hardening inside of you already. Daemon listens to Aegon’s small whines as he pulls his fingers out before pouring some oil on his cock. He watches as Aegon starts to rock his hips into and you peel your eyes open and press your lips against his neck.
“Are you ready?” Daemon slides his hands up Aegon’s back before moving back down to his ass.
Aegon nods and he stills his hips as you hold him closer listening to his soft noises. Daemon presses his tip into Aegon and he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. With every inch Daemon offers him, he replies with a whimper. As your father presses fully into Aegon, he presses fully into you leaving you both squirming. Aegon presses his lips to yours when Daemon starts to pull out of him working up to a steady rhythm.
Aegon’s hips thrust into yours with every snap of Daemon's hips into his. Daemon digs his fingers into Aegon’s ass as he continues to push into him. Daemon watches as Aegon presses your hands into the mattress and smirks pressing you both into the bed and engulfing your hands. Your breathing deepens as you begin to be rocked into the mattress.
Aegon watches as your eyes roll back as he’s pushed into you by Daemon. Daemon's cock is stretching him so thoroughly it’s hard for him to focus on anything else. He’s surrounded by pleasure and has no care for any of the sounds that are leaving his mouth. Daemon slowly lifts up and you both suck in air before Daemon starts pounding into Aegon.
“Aegon,” you gasp. “Daddy,” you call out, feeling your pleasure rising.
“You’re both doing so good for daddy.” Daemon smiles at the whimpers his words elicit.
“I’m gonna- I’m,” Aegon pants feeling his pleasure soaring.
“Make her come first.” Daemon wraps his hand around Aegon’s throat and presses his lips to the side of his neck. “Be a good boy and make her come.” his thrusts become more demanding, clouding Aegon’s head as he thrusts into you.
“Mm, please,” you burst around him at the sight of him blissed out from your father.
“That’s daddy’s good boy.” Aegon spills his pleasure inside of you and goes limp. “You did so good.” he helps him off of you and lays him on the bed next to you. “Very good.” he places one last kiss on his lips before he turns to you.
“You’ve been such a good and patient girl tonight.” he grabs your legs and presses them up to your chest. “Let Aegon make such a mess in your cunny.” he chuckles watching the come still leak out of you.
Daemon slides inside of you with ease and groans at your warmth. You reach out and grab Aegon's arm as Daemon fucks you into the bed. Your other hand is gripped into Daemon’s that’s holding your legs up. Aegon rolls over and curls against you before attaching to one of your nipples. You let go of his hand and tangle into his hair instead as you feel yourself about to fall apart.
“I’m- I,” you arch into Aegon’s mouth as you pulse around Daemon. “Thank you,” you whine as he continues to snap his hips into you. “Thank you daddy,” you squeak when you feel him start to fill you.
“Fuck,” Daemon groans slowing his hips. “You both did so good for me.” he pulls out of you and watches his come leak from you.
Your legs flatten against the bed and Daemon crawls over the both of you to press his lips against each of your foreheads. He showers you both with praise and he relishes at the way you both cling on to him desperately. Your soft pleas have his cock hardening once more and he pulls back looking at yours and Aegon's flushed cheeks.
“Both on your tummy’s.” he stands at the edge of the bed and watches you two roll over. “Ass’s up.” he brings his one hand to rest on each of yours and Aegon's lower backs. “Now I want you to both play with yourself while daddy goes back and forth between fucking you both.” he grabs his cock and strokes himself watching as you two listen.
Aegon starts to pump himself at the same time you start to swirl your fingers around your bud. Daemon watches as you two play with yourselves before turning your heads to each other. In a couple of scoots and breaths your lips are smashed together as you both search for more pleasure. Daemon scoops some of the pleasure from your cunny and presses it to Aegon’s hole before he starts to dip his tip in.
“Fuck,” Aegon abandons his cock and digs into the sheets.
“Did I say you could stop?” Daemon lands his hand on Aegon’s ass. Aegon jolts and wraps his hand around his aching cock. “Good boy.” Daemon starts to hammer into him. Your fingers speed up as you watch Aegon's eyes slowly shut as he’s pushed up the bed. “Don’t come yet.” Daemon chuckles and pulls out.
“No, please,” Aegon whimpers.
“Don’t be greedy.” Daemon drawls and presses himself into your core. “Gods you're stuffed full of come.” he groans watching his cock come out coated after every pump. “Would you be terribly mad if daddy filled Aegon next?” you whine at his words. “I’ll let you come right now.” he whispers, replacing your hand with his and circling your bud quickly.
“Yes, yes daddy,” you collapse onto the bed as your high rips through you.
Daemon pulls out of you quickly, watching your cunny pulse and seep with pleasure. Aegon buries his head into the mattress as Daemon pushes himself back inside. He can barely move his hand up his length and he cries out when Daemon bats his hand away and strokes him himself. He rolls his hips as Aegon presses back into him letting out small gasps. Daemon presses his lips against Aegon’s neck, smiling at the small cries of his name.
“You’re doing so good for me.” Daemon whispers, feeling Aegon’s cock leaking even more. “Such a good boy. Taking everything I give you.” his thrusts become sharp. “My sweet girl was feeling so generous that she’s letting me fill you tonight.” his hands tangle in Aegon's hair and turn his head towards you. “Say thank you.” he watches as you peel your eyes open.
“Thank you,” Aegon slurs. “Thank you,” he looks back up at Daemon.
“Mm, daddy’s good boy who just wants to be filled.” Daemon coos as Aegon pushes his hips back into him.
“Yes,” Aegon pants. “Please, please,” Daemon smirks as he feels Aegon twitch in his hand.
Daemon squeezes around Aegon’s tip and he explodes going limp against the bed. Daemon grips Aegon’s hips and pounds into him before letting out a string of curses as he pumps his seed into Aegon. He pulls out and looks between the both of you laying on the bed as pleasure seeps out between your legs. He whispers at you both to move apart and he settles between you two and smiles as you both curl into him. He smoothes your hair and whispers words of praises as he caresses the both of you.
“Can we take him home with us?” you mumble pressing your lips against Daemon's chest. “Please? I’ll keep him in my chambers?” Daemon chuckles as you reach across and cup Aegon's cheek.
“It would probably solve a lot of problems.” he watches as you and Aegon press your lips together across his stomach.
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