#ewan mitchell

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦

AEMOND TARGARYEN

• Aemond is very strict. You often have to remind him that he doesn’t know more than the maesters.

• He isn’t particularly verbal with affection. Instead, he shows it through his actions. Your chair is always waiting, your bath is already prepared.

• He hates the idea of anyone touching your stomach except him. Not even your mother or Helaena.

• He takes it upon himself to personally oversee all of your meals.

• He doesn’t tell you, but he worries constantly about childbirth. Knowing your family history, he knows many women never survive it. He rarely sleeps well during the final weeks.

AEGON TARGARYEN

• Has absolutely no idea how pregnancy works or what to expect, but does his best to make you feel happy/comfortable. He uses humor to hide how scared he is.

• After a few goblets of wine he’ll snuggle up to you and rest his palm on your stomach and occasionally even talk to the baby.

• The first and only time in his life he is hesitant about being intimate with you. He’s worried he’ll hurt you and also feels a bit strange about it.

• The baby moving/kicking weirds him out but also fascinates/amazes him.

• No one actually notices, but as your labors approach, he drinks less.

JACAERYS VELARYON

• He is over the moon. He is so proud and wants to tell everyone straight away.

• Starts imagining what kind of parent he’ll be and quietly worries he won’t measure up to the examples he admired

• Over time his anxiety creeps in. He watches your every move and is immediately concerned. Asking, “are you alright? Does it hurt? Should I send for the maester?” You’re fine… but minutes later, he’s asking again.

• If it’s a girl? Forget it. He is absolutely ecstatic. Two perfect princesses. He wakes you up each morning with “how are my favorite ladies doing?”

• Deep down he worries that the child will suffer the same way he did as a child. Made to feel less than, their worthiness questioned.

CREGAN STARK

• He’s always wanted a large family, a bunch of his own little pups. The second he finds out you’re pregnant he is filled with pride.

• He has a massive breeding kink, so he’s even more handsy with you once you’re carrying his child, his praise during sex is on another level.

• He builds the baby’s cradle himself. And carves little wooden wolves, horses, and bears during the evenings. He brushes it off as “just something to pass the time.”

• if you mention craving something once, it’s yours. Whether it’s delivered to your chambers or waiting for you at dinner.

• He’s by your side the entire labor, whether the masters want it or not.

DAEMON TARGARYEN

• Loves taking you flying early in the pregnancy, but becomes increasingly reluctant as your belly grows.

• Becomes more attentive than usual, offering to rub your shoulders/back/feet.

• He’s unexpectedly patient with your changing moods. If you’re angry, he lets you be angry. If you’re afraid, he doesn’t dismiss it.

• Sings/Speaks in High Valaryian every night until you fall asleep, hoping the baby hears his voice.

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“aemond…” you moan softly, back arching off the bed as his mouth closes over your breast.

he came back late, still carrying the day on him. he didn’t say a word when he walked in. just pulled your nightgown down and pressed his face straight into your chest like he couldn’t wait another second. now he’s nuzzling in deep, nose and lips dragging over the soft skin between your breasts before he takes one nipple into his mouth and starts to suck.

it’s slow at first. careful. like he’s trying to calm himself down. a low, shaky moan leaves him against your skin as he sucks, tongue moving in slow circles before he pulls your nipple deeper. you feel the wet heat of his mouth, the steady pull that sends sparks down your spine.

you slide your fingers into his long silver hair, holding the back of his head gently, keeping him there. your body arches up into his mouth without thinking, offering yourself, letting him take what he needs.

he groans again, the sound vibrating right through your chest as he switches to the other breast. he sucks slower now, flicking his tongue softly. one of his hands comes up to hold your breast, thumb brushing over the nipple he just left, wet and sensitive under his touch.

his hips shift against the bed, grinding down in slow, restless movements. you can feel how hard he is, how badly he needs the friction, but he doesn’t stop sucking. he stays right there, face buried in your chest, breathing you in between every pull of his mouth. you feel the tension in his shoulders start to loosen the longer he stays latched on.

you stay quiet except for the soft, breathy sounds that slip out when he sucks a little harder. your fingers move slowly through his hair, stroking, holding him close. letting him feel how warm and soft you are.

eventually his hand drifts lower, fingers sliding between your legs where you’re already wet. he touches you gently, rubbing slow circles while his mouth never leaves your breast. he keeps sucking like he can’t bring himself to stop even as his fingers move against you.

when it gets to be too much, he lifts his head just enough to look at you. you know what he wants before he can even get the words out. you give a small nod as you gently card your fingers through his hair.

he shifts up your body and pushes into you slow, the thick stretch making your breath catch. the second he’s inside, he drops his head right back down and takes your breast into his mouth again. he sucks as he starts to move — deep, steady thrusts that keep his face pressed tight to your chest.