#daeron x reader

"my brothers dreamed of dragons too, and the dreams killed them, every one."

[18+ minors dni]

➥ Duncan the tall -

He is lying back on his bedroll, his body taking up almost all the space, looking up at you with wide eyes, his large hands hovering over your waist as if he’s afraid to break the moment. When you sink down onto him, taking all of his impressive length, his hips buck reflexively, and a strangled noise leaves his throat.

"Seven hells” he gasps, his voice rough "You fit... you take all of me so perfectly, i didn't think- i didn't think it was possible”.

As you begin to move, finding a rhythm that works for his size, his hands finally settle on your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. He watches your face, mesmerized by your expressions.

"You’re so beautiful up there” he whispers, voice full with adoration "I don't... i don't deserve a view like this, m’lady. You’re doing so good,you feel incredible, just like that... gods, please, just like that."

➥ Aerion Targaryen -

Aerion is vain, cruel, and obsessed with his own self, but he is fiercely possessive of you. He likes you on top because it gives him a show, he lounges back on his bed, wearing nothing but his rings, he watches you with smirk, enjoying the power play of you working for his pleasure.

He runs his fingers up your spine, his nails dragging lightly over your skin to make you shiver "go on then," he purrs, watching you struggle to take his length "Show me you can handle a dragon."

When you finally start bouncing on him He grips your hips hard enough to bruise. "That’s right” he hisses. "Look at you,my perfect little whore. You like that, don't you? You like knowing you’re the only one who gets to do this. You look divine when you’re desperate. Ride me harder, make me feel it. Yes... fuck.. burn for me."

➥ Rhaenyra Targaryen-

She lays back on her sheets, her hands are possessive, resting on your thighs or gripping your waist, she watches you with a heavy-lidded eyes enjoying the sight of you working for your pleasure and hers.

"That’s it” she purrs, her thumbs rubbing circles into your skin as you grind down against her, “Ride it, sweetling, take what you need."

She loves the view of you on top of her , she reaches up to trace the line of your throat as your breath hitches."look at you” she whispers, a smirk playing on her lips,”so eager,so wet for me, i love watching you lose control,you look Beautiful. Grind harder my love ,ruin yourself for me. Yes... just like that."

➥ Baelor Targaryen -

He lies against the pillows, his dark hair spread out, watching you with hungry gaze while his hands are firm on your thighs, guiding you, helping you find the angle that pleases you both the most. his eyes crinkling at the corners when you gasp. "that’s it” he praises, his voice smooth, "Set the pace, my love. You are magnificent."

When you pick up speed, his composure slips just enough to show how hungry he is for you ,he reaches up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing the hardened nipple.

"you are my queen” he groans, his hips snapping up to meet your thrusts” look at how you ride me, perfect... there is no one else, do you hear me? You feel incredible ,good girl... take what you need from me."

➥ Valarr Targaryen -

Young prince is gentle and very romantic and he loves the face-to-face connection, the ability to kiss you while you move. He lies flat on his back breathless as you start moving on top of him your hands interlaced with his.

As you slide up and down, he keeps pulling you down for quick, desperate kisses. "I have you” he whispers against your lips, his different colored eyes shining “I have you right here, you feel... oh gods, you feel so good."

He loves watching you lose control, when your head falls back, he squeezes your hands tight."So lovely”he pants, his voice cracking,” you’re the loveliest thing in the Seven kingdoms , don’t stop... please don't stop. I love watching you... i love how you feel around me. you’re perfect, my love,absolutely perfect."

➥ Daeron Targaryen -

He is lying back against a pile of velvet cushions in his tent ,the candlelight flickering over his sandy brown hair. He loves having you on top because it allows him to admire you fully.His hands are never still,they are constantly touching your body,your waist, your hips, your thighs.

He looks at you with wide eyes"my love” he breathes out, his hands gripping your hips to help guide you down onto him. "you look... gods, you look like a dream. slowly... yes, take all of me”

─ summary: you're not speaking to them. how long before they break?

─ pairing: Gwayne Hightower, Ormund Hightower, Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen, Valarr Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon x f!reader

─ content: 18+ MDNI | fluff | a little angst | implied smut | annoying husbands | hardheaded men

─ a/n: i wanted to add onto the original by doing the other AKOTSK/HOTD men. as always, thank you so much for the likes, comments, reblogs, requests, and asks. 🖤

AEGON — Three Days.

The first day he pretends he is not bothered at all. He drinks, he acts out, he stays up the whole night through, making a great show of being a man who doesn't care. By the second day the show is wearing thin, because the truth is that he cares a lot. All he wants is to be near you, but he is stubborn, and some part of him is convinced that you ought to apologize first. By the third day, he cannot bear it another hour. He comes to your room pouting like a scolded child, saying he is sorry, begging you to speak to him again. "I cannot continue!" Dramatic to the very last. You give in, partly because you did miss him, and partly because you would rather not have the whole keep hearing him carrying on like this.

AEMOND — Two Days.

More than anything, Aemond is desperate for love; the love you give him so freely, that no one else ever has. He knows he was wrong. He knows you are right not to speak to him. But he will not say so, because his pride is a vast and immovable thing. He lies in his own bed that second night, cold and alone and sleepless, and decides at last that his pride is not worth this. He rises, sneaks into your chambers and climbs silently into your bed, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "May I stay?" he asks. He cannot make himself say the words I was wrong, that is not his way, but the look in his eye, and the tears standing in it, say it loudly enough. You nod.

DAERON — Forever, Potentially.

He does not remember the fight, or you telling him to sleep elsewhere. He simply wakes to find you not speaking to him, and being who he is, assumes your love for him has finally run dry, that you no longer have it in you to endure him, and he is crushed by it. But he understands. Someone like you deserves a far better husband than the likes of him. So he resolves to disappear, to stop being a burden, to never trouble you again. It goes on like this for almost a week while you slowly lose your mind, because what in the actual hell is happening?! You confront him at last. He is stunned, he remembers none of it, but more than that, the revelation that you still love him undoes him completely. He pulls you into his arms and kisses you hard. The kind of kiss where his arms are around your waist pulling you impossibly close and your hands are curled in the front of his doublet. You're left so breathless you don't even remember why you were upset. He apologizes, swears he will change, he does not want to live in a world in which you have stopped loving him.

GWAYNE — An Hour.

The sweetest, most devoted husband, completely undone by the barest hint of your displeasure. If you are upset and not speaking to him, he lasts an hour at the very most before he comes to you with a little gift and a very big apology. He is so sorry for being so careless, he will never do such a thing again, never ever, he swears it. And he is so handsome and so sincere as he says it that staying angry is simply not an option available to you. You step into his arms and let him hold you and kiss you.

JACAERYS — Less Than an Hour.

The stress he carries makes him irritable sometimes, careless, a symptom of his youth as much as anything, and he says something snippy when you were only trying to help. He does not even let you leave the room. The words are barely out of his mouth before he regrets them and is apologizing. You try to walk past him and he stops you gently, both hands on your shoulders, his eyes piercing straight through you. He is putting an end to this before it can go anywhere at all. He repeats his apology, his hands sliding from your shoulders down to hold both of yours. You nod, but you need a moment, and he gives it to you. Your silence is the only thing he can think of, occupying him entirely until, an hour later, you come and find him, and climb into his lap, and let him hold you. He will never speak to you that way again.

ORMUND — A Day.

He is a pain in your ass, and he wants to break you. "Hmm. Not speaking to me now?" he says with that infuriating smile the moment he realizes what you are doing. He crowds your space all day, and he is, frankly, impressed by the sheer iron of your resolve. If only all his soldiers possessed your discipline. "How long do you imagine this can continue? You must speak to me sooner or later." After a full day of it, you do indeed snap. "Seven hells, do you ever stop talking?!" You storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. He will not tolerate that in his house; he follows you, his fury matching your own, as he pulls you into the bedchamber. What follows is a fight indeed, a battle for dominance, each of you determined to have the upper hand. You win.

VALARR — Until Supper.

Includes: Duncan the tall, Daeron Targaryen, Aerion Targaryen, and Valarr Targaryen x f!reader

Summary: How they'd react to being interrupted during the act

Warnings: Freaky nasty smut, I really went the extra mile for my actual real boyfriend Aerion. This is 18+, read at your own discretion.

A/N: Thinking of writing more fics instead of just headcanons and trailer trash Aerion is speaking to me

Dunk had been knuckle deep inside you, stretching and turning his fingers, thumb dragging back and forth against your clit, murmuring softly into your ear. Your skirt was rucked up to your thighs, and there was a noticeable bulge where his own arousal grew. "That's it. Come on, tad bit more for me." He was trying to coax a third orgasm out of you when a knock sounded from the door. Raymun's voice was on the other side, inquiring on whether or not he was going to him for training. "You coming along with the rest of us, mate?" You hadn't touched Dunk yet, but that didn't mean he wasn't trembling from the need crackling through him like lightning. Every part of him froze save for his fingers, still pumping in and out of you, warmth trailing up his neck and ceasing at his ears. He rested his head on your chest for a moment, breathing hard and fast, then turned to the door. "Er...I'll need a few m-minutes! Just wait by the...fuck...far, far, away. Go. Just g-go! I'll be out soon 'nough!" You could hear Raymun falter, leaning against the wall. "Everything...decent in there?" Dunk would stifle a groan, vowing he was just tired, and would come shortly. (Like you were about to.) After Raymun left, Dunk silenced your flustered protests with a soft kiss, hastily pulling down his trousers and replacing his fingers with his cock. "Quickly, I'll do it quickly. 's alright, you're alright with that?" He questioned, soft thrusts punctuating his words. Your fingers interlaced behind his neck, cunt clenching in sync with the plunges of his length within you. He'll ensure you finish but will leave in a hurry, kissing your cheek and promising to make it up to you. "I'll give you my tongue, my fingers, whatever you want, I just—I really have to go. I'll make amends, I swear it. I love you, I do. Bye. Fuck. I love you, goodbye."

Daeron would be entranced by you, as he always is when his head is in between your thighs while you sat on his desk. He’d notice that you’d been interrupted when your moans abruptly ended, and your hands stopped grabbing at his hair. His hooded eyes gazed up at you, and your focus was on the door behind him, motionless. He sighed, not bothering to turn around, rather irked by the disturbance if anything. "Leave us." The servant, holding a basket of sheets, mouth agape, quickly nodded their head in a reluctant bow and closed the door behind them. Daeron went right back to his task until you ungracefully pushed his head back. "My love?" He wouldn't let you leave him, hands bracketing your hips, his lips in a tiny pout to convince you to stay. "Daeron, that unfortunately-timed intrusion was mortifying! That poor maid could have seen my...or, or your...they could've seen certain...things, you understand!" He was thoroughly unimpressed with your outburst, resting his cheek against your thigh and toying with a stray thread on your dress. "Yes, I realize. May I continue? I fear you haven't been satisfied." He'd attempt to lift your skirts for him but you would scoff at his apparent indifference, stalking off into the other room. Daeron would groan, doing his best to coax you back to his bed with soft words and gentle pleas. "I'll remember to lock the doors next time, just let me fucking finish, please. I need this."

Aerion has you under his desk, fingers threaded loosely in your hair, manspreading as you sucked him off. He was in the middle of writing back to a few of his comrades, if you could call them that, from nearby kingdoms when his father walked in, no knock, no warning, no announcement. The Anvil himself intruding on you performing oral sex on your husband. Your first instinct is to move off of his cock, terrified, but Aerion holds you there, the once gentle grip now achingly stern. You would've protested had you not seen what he was doing. Maeker couldn't see you just yet from where he stood by the door, so as long as you remained where you were, your mouth on Aerion, Maekar needn't know of the very explicit deed unfolding only a few yards away. "Aerion. You neglect your courtly duties. I am not one to frown upon the happiness of newlyweds, but you have missed several gatherings, including a banquet. This behavior cannot persist." Aerion could only nod. He could not trust his voice to stay calm, nor his words to stay even. "You will answer me when I speak to you, boy!" You didn't mean to swirl your tongue around his slit, you were simply uncomfortable with the position, still, Aerion looked down at you with a gaze that could melt a glacier. "I-I'll be at the next one, father." He grit out. You had a beautiful epiphany in that moment. You liked seeing him like this. And you liked the risk even more. You bobbed your head, taking him deeper, an experimental gulp, and his eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenching. "Are you well?" Maekar inquired, lips pulled into a scowl. You traced a vein on the underside of Aerion's shaft with your tongue. "Get out." He grunted, eyes narrowed in a glare at his father. "I beg your pardon?" Maekar questioned softly, bewildered. "Get. Out." Aerion repeated, venom coating every syllable. "We will have words about this, son. Remember this." Right as the door slammed and Maekar departed, Aerion turned his steely gaze to you, and your epiphany morphed into regret. He hauled you up into his lap, your lips red and slick with spit, grabbing your chin. "You are going to suffer for this, wife."

Valarr never does sex halfway. There will be no quickies, no head, no handjobs. He'd do it for you if you asked, but it would be wrong of him to ever let you get him off without doing the same for you. The majority of the time, your sexcapades end with him finishing inside you. Therefore, you were in one of the secluded stairways of the Red Keep, hardly ever used this time of night, breaths mingling in the winter air. You sat in his lap, slowly grinding up and down on his cock where it was sheathed inside of you, muffling your noises as best you could. "Gods. Keep going, please, just like that." He whined, pulling your hips down harder to meet his tender thrusts. You'd nearly reached your second peak, eyes shut and head hiding in the junction of his neck when the sound of Valarr's strangled gasp had you cease. "Seven hells...I'll be on my way." A voice that was most definitely not Valarr's said. You couldn't force yourself to look, feeling the heat of shyness rise in you, but you knew that voice. Baelor Breakspear, the Hand of the King, the fucking crown prince. "Father, I can explain—" Valarr began, but Baelor must have held up a hand because he spoke no excuse. "I wish not to see this again, in my lifetime, if that's quite alright with the two of you. Son. My lady...er...enjoy yourself. Goodnight." You raised your head once you no longer heard the retreating footsteps. The skin of his high cheekbones were a faint shade of pink, growing deeper with your eyes on him. "He is going to annihilate me tomorrow. I hope this was worth it. We will never do this outside of our chambers without the doors securely latched ever again."

(dunk, aerion, valarr and daeron) +18 ofc

daeron:

dearon pounding your pussy in efforts to finally giving you a child

daeron fucking you rough after you begged him to

drunk daeron holding you to him playing with your clit and pressing kisses to your face

playing with your husbands wet balls while he fucks you on his cock

he loves titty fucking, soft wet and sticky...tit!obsessed!daeron...

speaking of tits...he loves to suck on them

dunk:

dunk loves to see the size difference between his tip and your tiny pussy

dunk manhandling you and fucking you down on his cock

how thick and huge your husband is

impaling you on his huge thick cock

dunk really wants to have a baby...but he can't do that without stretching you out first

crazy size kink fucking into you slowly because he's so much bigger and he doesn't want to hurt you...

valarr:

lazy valarr holding you close and playing with your pussy

fucking your pussy lips to avoid running you before your wedding day

valarr plays with your pussy before bed to get you to tire out like a good husband

he loves when you are on top

valarr making out big time alll tongue

he tells you this is the way that babies are made, its the only way...

aerion:

aerion loves pussy and over stimulating you

aerion gets you super wet and sloppy, not granting you the privilege of cumming in you

aerion fucking you back on his cock...i guess if he wants something done right he has to do it himself

aerion finally getting to fuck an heir into you

sitting on your throne, he loves to lick, suck, kiss your pussy...

⋆°｡⋆♡ TW/CW: SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, No use of Y/N, GN Reader (no body description or pronouns), Specifics TW/CW under for each character, Dom Characters (mostly), Semi-Public Sex, Reader is not specified to be a spouse, or lowborn etc, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ °˖➴ Characters: Daeron, Lyonel, Valarr, Baelor, Maekar, Aerion

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So... Can you tell I have favourites lmfao anyway I had these men inside my head (and only that sigh) for a while and i needed to get it out like immediately. Why is everyone either so pretty or so incredibly charismatic? Like give me a break! How do you expect me to keep up with the story when everyone looks so good??? My god

₍^. .^₎⟆ TW/CW: Sub Character, Overstimulation, Public Sex, Half-Clothed Sex

Everything around Daeron is a mess. His family, his room, himself even. So it's not surprising when his sex is also messy, dirty, prince unlike. He doesn't care about where you two are doing it, in the comfortable bed in his or your chambers, in a brothel with little to no privacy, a more hidden spot in the garden of red keep maybe while his father (or anyone really) is looking for him.

Sweaty, cum leaking out all of you and sticking on your and his body, half clothed still. Possibly outside, definitely not covered enough, so everyone could see what you two are doing... But he did promise it won't happen. His thrust are deep but slow, with no really a rhythm behind it. You are the one doing most of the work usually, riding him while his hands and face are all your body, everywhere he can touch pleading you to faster, slower, that he's about to cum, you are so pretty, he's so lucky... Daeron babbles a lot of nothing when he feels you around him, it's like you overstimulate him in the best way just by being close to him. Daeron is nothing but a needy, desperate, yearning man who needs all the help you can give him to cool off.