dragons & smut.

Aegon II Targaryen Masterlist #1 | @lovelykhaleesiii

Masterlist | @pinkykats-place

the ones we love (will destroy us) | @ervotica

THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF.  | @iamyourdailydoseofbi

When the small council plans to marry off once again, you turn to your older brother for help.

A GLIMPSE OF US.  | @/iamyourdailydoseofbi

After the Dance of the Dragon’s, you and Aegon find fragments of your old self’s.

IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT. | @/iamyourdailydoseofbi

After noticing Aegon sneaking out of your chambers at night, you fear he had taken up hold habits. Only they weren’t the one’s that you were expecting.

LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO. | @/iamyourdailydoseofbi

My Brother's Keeper, Part 2 | @vivalarevolution

Rhaenerys loved her siblings, especially her brother, whom she was willing to steal from under green’s nose to keep him safe.

My Persephone | @/vivalarevolution

the reader is Rhaenyra daughter and is in a relationship with Aegon

How could a heart like yours,ever love a heart like mine? | @ophelieverse

Aegon has always been in love with Y/n,but he never felt good enough for her so keeps his distance.But one day,when the threat that someone else could’ve had her,made him confess all the feelings that he had pushed down his heart.

Of monsters and flowers., part 2 | @/ophelieverse

the lovers | @/ophelieverse

Aegon and Y/n are married,now that he is king he doesn’t have much time to spend with his wife so she takes the matter in her own hands.

before fire takes it al | @/ophelieverse

normally Aegon would ignore Helaena and her strange behavior but,since his wife Y/n got pregnant,he can’t help but think about the words his sister said the moment he announced the news.

as you are | @sunnysidelucida

newfound happiness | @/sunnysidelucida

Strong, part 2 | @doxypsychlean

Pour Me Another | @/doxypsychlean

OUR FUTURE | @celebrityxcrushes

After a drunk Aegon misses the birth of his firstborn son, he is forced to have a serious conversation with his wife about the future of their marriage.

Someone. Anyone. | @asongofmarvelanddc

Aegon has waited his entire life for someone to care.

The Man You Deserve | @thebadboyfanclub

comfort me, stay with me | @nicksolemnlyswears

the one | @controld3vil

thrown into madness, not one person can comfort the king of his thoughts. his sister wife left to deal with her grief. his mother for chooses not to heed his needs. his brother, gone in silver of the night. yet you, left forgotten stand in front of him, teary eyed.

A Weeks Time | @mcu-coworkers

The king brings you and Aegon together in hopes to mend his broken family.

Exploring The Prince | @/mcu-coworkers

Seeing Aegon again brought something new out of you.

a contended husband is no menace to the kingdom | @shrimpybbq

The Rats, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 | @nebulaafterdark

Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

A Marriage For Love | @/nebulaafterdark

When Y/N and Aegon receive news that they cannot wed, they flee King’s Landing for a simple life in Bravvos. Upon returning to visit their families, they find themselves face to face with the consequences of their actions.

Marry Me | @/nebulaafterdark

Rhaenyra’s daughter is off limits, but Aegon won’t allow her to marry anyone else.

‘’Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.’’ | @sourcherryandsprinkles

Little Dragon | @megalony

Aegon doesn’t want to be King, he doesn’t want to be anything, except a father. Looking after his little girl is the one thing he knows he can do. And when they all attend a ball and a fight breaks out, Aegon protects her.

I Won’t Allow It | @/megalony

Aegon knows the risks of childbirth and is thrilled when (Y/n) sails through labour. But when she takes a bad turn, he doesn’t know how to cope. He won’t live without her.

Say It Again | @/megalony

During an awkward family dinner, Aegon is willing to sit back and bite his tongue at his nephew’s disrespect. But when that disrespect is aimed at his wife, he cannot stand by.

Masterlist | @sylasthegrim

Since Nothing is Forever Yours | @/sylasthegrim

Married to each other in an attempt to unite the family, Aegon and Rhaenyra's oldest daughter find a precarious balance. Yet their marriage shatters when Aegon ascends the throne, despite the promises he had made to her.

Survival is Victory | @/sylasthegrim

As Rhaenyra's only daughter, you were married to Aegon to secure peace after the Dance. You soon realized that in order to insure your survival and that of your younger brothers, you would need to win the king's affection.

Imagine Aegon is the father of your children. | @emmaofnormandy

I think I’m finally worn | @axiina

Aegon managed to keep up appearances for a long time, a mask behind which he hid everything he felt... until finally, he could no longer do so.

Pretty Boy | @ghostssimp

Aegon the Soft | @ladymercysletters

Butterfly, Part 2 | @ceoofglytchell

That fateful night on Driftmark Aegon has made a promise to you, one that he has even once never forgotten, while you were gone. However now six years later you return to him and- gods be good- he is going to make that promise a reality and he most certainly won't let you leave him another time.

Masterlist for Aegon | @idkyetxoxo

The Ties That Bind | @/idkyetxoxo

Standing united as a formidable power couple, they defend each other’s flaws and virtues with unwavering loyalty. Even when a tense evening exposes deep-seated rivalries, their actions reveal just how far they are willing to go for one another.

Back home | @multific

After the war’s over, the house of Targaryen is at peace once again.

Our Child. | @lovelykhaleesiii

imagine in which they are married out of love. and after she gives birth, alicent requests to see her child like she did to rhaenyra

She’s Wonderful | @/lovelykhaleesiii

How he would introduce you to his family

Angel of My Dreams. | @/lovelykhaleesiii

Aegon ii finds himself doubting his worthiness for your love and devotion, and yet you prove him otherwise.

The Things We Do For Love | @sapphire-writes

kiss it better | @/sapphire-writes

you are Helaena's companion, whom Aegon takes a liking to. He seeks you out after the royal family's last supper.

The Death of Duty | @/sapphire-writes

You journey to King's Landing after years away, to be presented at court in hopes of finding a husband to save your family from financial ruin. You run into an old friend.

a small price to pay | @sansaorgana

You visit Aegon with your children in his chambers after he nearly lost his life due to his reckless decision to join the battle.

What the Fates Allow | @sonolynn

Sixteen years ago, Rhaenyra gave birth to a bastard, a girl in which she sent away. Sixteen years later, that bastard would fall into the hands of none other than Prince Aegon himself.

falling for someone the polar opposite of them | @aemondsbeloved

Imagine | @thattargboy

Being Aegon’s sister-wife and he tries to get you and your children to run away with him across the Narrow Sea to avoid being crowned King.

Marriage | @maidragoste

Neither Aegon nor you are happy in your marriage. But after a talk things change.

Candlelight | @diamondcamefromhell

After news of Lucerys death reach the King, he tries to send Y/N to safety.

You knew all too well that this was his undoing. Actions had consequences, and said consequences could be ruthless, afflicting even. Like a dog with its tail between his hind legs; Aerion refused to admit defeat, let alone would he even talk about it.

You were absent when the unfortunate events had transpired, left to your own company in King's Landing whilst your husband attended the tourney with most of his immediate family. Only for him to return a beaten and broken man.

'Gentle Y/N, must you be so bloody harsh.'

Under your careful touch he flinches, the raw gashes looked quite painful: the sheer sight of the open wounds made the pain reciprocative.

'I am, Aerion. Be still.'

You had heard the faint whispers in the corridors and great halls of the castle, bits and pieces of the trial coming together like some puzzle. Aerion himself, exchanged no words on his account: a proud man he was. It came to light that he had yielded, his act of confessing unmasking his duplicity, or so the realm would eagerly believe.

You knew that Aerion had his reasons for the trial. Honour and family went hand in hand. He would never willingly dare to let a man walk freely whom even so much as questioned his lineage.

Aerion's blood bore that of the dragon: and despite his very obvious Valyrian-esque traits, he was persistent to make sure the realm knew of this.

'My poor, sweet thing. You must be in so much pain. Perhaps, I shall fetch for the maester, he may provide the milk of the poppy?'

'No! Do you think of me weak? That a few bruises and cuts could best a dragon?' A vehemence to his brooding voice. Gods, was this man defensive.

'Aerion, I did not mean anything by it... You surely know I dislike seeing you in such a state. My love.'

As he sat comfortably on the bed, a mountain of small cushions propping his upper half up, as you nestled beside him. Despite his protests against your affections, his body spoke a different language. One that leaned closer to your tender touch, your words seducing his troubled mind as it soothed that disapproving voice in his mind.

'Speak more of me. Speak of how you love me.'

His stern command lingered more towards a plea. A gentleness to his voice, that only your sweet ears would hear. This was the side of Aerion he refused to show the kingdom.

'Oh, how I have missed you these past few days... Leaving your wife all alone, aching for nothing more than your touch, your voice, those lips-'

Leaning in ever so slowly, a gentle and sweet peck planted on the part of his cheek that was unscathed. As you moved back, you could gather the faintest smirk struck upon his handsome face.

Heavens, was it no lie that you really did miss him.

'Hmm, go on.'

A small, light chuckle escaped your core, as you repositioned yourself, to a more comfortable position, still sat beside Aerion just a little more closer. Your hands taking in his own hand closest to you, your thumb tenderly tracing over the lines and scars etched in his pale skin.

'I seldom spent my days outside our chambers, locking myself in here, desperate for even the faintest scent of you-'

Aerion willing, [whatever remaining strength lingered] leaning in closer to you; a palm securely planted on the base of your head, his plump lips finding their way to the crook of your neck, suckling at the soft, sensitive skin. Your breath hitched momentarily, as you continued on.

'A-any scent lingering on your clothes, on the linen... Your cushion, seven hells, did your cushion and I become quite friendly.'

'Friendly how so, princess?'

That familiar chuckle once more echoing from your mouth. Teasing Aerion was a privilege in its own right, as you were the only being he would ever allow to live and breathe without so much of a scratch on you.

'You must understand, Aerion. A wife has needs. And I needed you. I needed my dragon but he was no where to be seen. Leaving me like some helpless damsel. I was aching for you, my prince.'

'Desperate to ride the dragon, were you? My poor, needy princess.'

The contact of his other coarse free hand, calloused by the countless training and recent fight, guided your own with a tight grip. You could feel him leading you down, delving between his spread thighs, as you felt the hardening mass pulsating under your touch. Only the cover of the thin, weightless linen barricading the tips of your fingers and his cock from uniting.

'Hmm, so desperate. I took matters into my own hands... That pillow you seem to be resting on, that one... The gods only know of the sins I have committed these past few nights.'

His own hand large enough to swallow yours, remained guiding your palm; softly massaging his stiff cock, his warm cum seeping through the linen, leaving a growing stain.

'Your scent was everywhere. All over this fucking bed. I was craving you, my prince. You know that ache I get between my thighs. You know how my cunt clenches when I'm needy for my husband-'

'Fuck, Y/N! Keep going, p-princess-'

'Well, naturally, I found myself grinding against all that was left of you... You left me no choice, Aerion. Made a mess of my fingers too...'

Within a matter of seconds, the dragon himself, was now a whimpering, filthy mess. Drenched in his own excitement; your palm also gaining in on the action.

'Argh- fuck this mess. You'll have to clean it all up you know-'

'Is that so? Only if you admit that you too missed me.'

Guttural grunts that you had grown accustomed to, echoing what you could only imagine paralleled that of a young dragon.

A breathless sigh had escaped his mouth, as his light violet eyes fixed firmly on your own.

'Yes, of course... I missed you more than you could ever know, Y/N.'

You knew all too well that this was his undoing. Actions had consequences, and said consequences could be ruthless, afflicting even. Like a dog with its tail between his hind legs; Aerion refused to admit defeat, let alone would he even talk about it.

You were absent when the unfortunate events had transpired, left to your own company in King's Landing whilst your husband attended the tourney with most of his immediate family. Only for him to return a beaten and broken man.

'Gentle Y/N, must you be so bloody harsh.'

Under your careful touch he flinches, the raw gashes looked quite painful: the sheer sight of the open wounds made the pain reciprocative.

'I am, Aerion. Be still.'

You had heard the faint whispers in the corridors and great halls of the castle, bits and pieces of the trial coming together like some puzzle. Aerion himself, exchanged no words on his account: a proud man he was. It came to light that he had yielded, his act of confessing unmasking his duplicity, or so the realm would eagerly believe.

You knew that Aerion had his reasons for the trial. Honour and family went hand in hand. He would never willingly dare to let a man walk freely whom even so much as questioned his lineage.

Aerion's blood bore that of the dragon: and despite his very obvious Valyrian-esque traits, he was persistent to make sure the realm knew of this.

'My poor, sweet thing. You must be in so much pain. Perhaps, I shall fetch for the maester, he may provide the milk of the poppy?'

'No! Do you think of me weak? That a few bruises and cuts could best a dragon?' A vehemence to his brooding voice. Gods, was this man defensive.

'Aerion, I did not mean anything by it... You surely know I dislike seeing you in such a state. My love.'

As he sat comfortably on the bed, a mountain of small cushions propping his upper half up, as you nestled beside him. Despite his protests against your affections, his body spoke a different language. One that leaned closer to your tender touch, your words seducing his troubled mind as it soothed that disapproving voice in his mind.

'Speak more of me. Speak of how you love me.'

His stern command lingered more towards a plea. A gentleness to his voice, that only your sweet ears would hear. This was the side of Aerion he refused to show the kingdom.

'Oh, how I have missed you these past few days... Leaving your wife all alone, aching for nothing more than your touch, your voice, those lips-'

Leaning in ever so slowly, a gentle and sweet peck planted on the part of his cheek that was unscathed. As you moved back, you could gather the faintest smirk struck upon his handsome face.

Heavens, was it no lie that you really did miss him.

'Hmm, go on.'

A small, light chuckle escaped your core, as you repositioned yourself, to a more comfortable position, still sat beside Aerion just a little more closer. Your hands taking in his own hand closest to you, your thumb tenderly tracing over the lines and scars etched in his pale skin.

'I seldom spent my days outside our chambers, locking myself in here, desperate for even the faintest scent of you-'

Aerion willing, [whatever remaining strength lingered] leaning in closer to you; a palm securely planted on the base of your head, his plump lips finding their way to the crook of your neck, suckling at the soft, sensitive skin. Your breath hitched momentarily, as you continued on.

'A-any scent lingering on your clothes, on the linen... Your cushion, seven hells, did your cushion and I become quite friendly.'

'Friendly how so, princess?'

That familiar chuckle once more echoing from your mouth. Teasing Aerion was a privilege in its own right, as you were the only being he would ever allow to live and breathe without so much of a scratch on you.

'You must understand, Aerion. A wife has needs. And I needed you. I needed my dragon but he was no where to be seen. Leaving me like some helpless damsel. I was aching for you, my prince.'

'Desperate to ride the dragon, were you? My poor, needy princess.'

The contact of his other coarse free hand, calloused by the countless training and recent fight, guided your own with a tight grip. You could feel him leading you down, delving between his spread thighs, as you felt the hardening mass pulsating under your touch. Only the cover of the thin, weightless linen barricading the tips of your fingers and his cock from uniting.

'Hmm, so desperate. I took matters into my own hands... That pillow you seem to be resting on, that one... The gods only know of the sins I have committed these past few nights.'

His own hand large enough to swallow yours, remained guiding your palm; softly massaging his stiff cock, his warm cum seeping through the linen, leaving a growing stain.

'Your scent was everywhere. All over this fucking bed. I was craving you, my prince. You know that ache I get between my thighs. You know how my cunt clenches when I'm needy for my husband-'

'Fuck, Y/N! Keep going, p-princess-'

'Well, naturally, I found myself grinding against all that was left of you... You left me no choice, Aerion. Made a mess of my fingers too...'

Within a matter of seconds, the dragon himself, was now a whimpering, filthy mess. Drenched in his own excitement; your palm also gaining in on the action.

'Argh- fuck this mess. You'll have to clean it all up you know-'

'Is that so? Only if you admit that you too missed me.'

Guttural grunts that you had grown accustomed to, echoing what you could only imagine paralleled that of a young dragon.

A breathless sigh had escaped his mouth, as his light violet eyes fixed firmly on your own.

'Yes, of course... I missed you more than you could ever know, Y/N.'