maekar targaryen x second wife!reader, grumpy maekar, reader objectifies maekar!!.

a/n: since maekar won the wip poll, here's a small snippet!! more tags will be added to the final work!! and yes, there will be eventual smut and a lot of bickering!!

maekar’s eye twitched, his patience already worn thin. a warrior, he was. a prince. a targaryen. a dragon.

how could you just stand there, appraising him like this, your chin lifted as your eyes glittered with something uncomfortably close to… interest?

maekar was going to be sick. what in the gods' name was this whole farce you were putting on?

“i do not have time for these—”

you tilt your head, pursing your lips, and hum, interrupting him. “you are so… large, my lord husband. broad.”

the prince cannot help but blink, words suddenly escaping him, statue still, needing moments to recover, ready to bite and chew you out like he always did.

but you seem relentless in your conquest of his speech, your eyes doing a slow once-over along his body, slower as you pass his crotch, pointedly looking, before meeting his gaze again.

“are you large everywhere, husband?”

maekar’s breath hitched. imperceptible to anyone else but keen on your eyes, making the corner of your lips twitch, pleased.

no one had ever looked at him like that, with such unashamed boldness, such… impudent attention, as if you were undressing him with your eyes, layer by layer.

you didn’t cower, didn’t simper, didn’t lower your eyes to the ground with murmurs of “yes, my prince”, like any other lady of the court would in his presence.

for a man so tightly wound up, so used to steel and blood and order all his life, this gave him pause.

you were drinking him in with your gaze, as if he were some prized stallion made for breeding, auctioned for the highest bidder.

maekar found himself very aware of every inch of himself: the broad width of his shoulders, the thick corded muscles and sinew in his arms, and… yes—the heavy weight between his legs that you so brazenly inquired about.

he exhaled through flared nostrils akin to a dragon preparing to breathe fire, voice a low, gravelly rumble. “cease this at once,” was all he could say, chest heaving under his fine tunic, words no longer coming easy to him in the face of such abnormality. a woman finding him… desirable? his wife finding him desirable? a bunch of tomfoolery he wanted nothing to do with. he would not be foolish enough to be caught in such a web of lies and deceit.

his rebuke only seemed to light the fire in you, the curl of your lips lifting into a full smile now.

“am i not allowed such things?” you jutted your chin up, the challenge wrapped around your words crystal clear. “you are my lord husband. i shall look my fill whenever i so please.”

your lord husband. the title dripped from your lips with no reverence at all, no fearful deference he would expect from a newly betrothed wife shackled to a prince of the realm.

the prince’s breath came out in a harsh scoff, brows furrowing. he would rather be in an open field with a hundred men marching towards him at once with intent to kill, than have to stand in front of you in this very moment, feeling more like a boy than he has in decades.

and yet, you were not wrong. he was your husband now, has been for over a moon past, bound by crown and vow, whether he favored it or not.

maekar could feel a slow heat creep up the back of his nape, flushing all the way to the tips of his ears. it was out of anger. it had to be. he was absurdly displeased with the words that were coming out of your mouth, and his body reacted accordingly.

“you must’ve taken leave of your senses to speak in such manner to a prince of the realm—”

“to my husband,” you corrected, firm, eyes narrowing in rebuke, but your smile was intact, if only widening. “i am speaking in such a manner to my husband, who happens to be a prince of the realm.”

a/n: im having such a bad writer’s block rn but here you go, anon. 😭🙏

maekar and his popular wife with aerion and daeron ˚｡⋆

okay, so with daeron, i feel like he’s mildly uninterested at first with you.

he’s heard about you for sure… and kinda shocked his father managed to snag you. lol.

but after your marriage with maekar, he got to know you better since you moved in.

he’s kind to you, of course, a gentleman he is.

with all the glamour people have been painting you as, he likes that he can see your personality in the flesh rather than those gossip.

he likes talking with you, and you like talking with him… when he’s sober.

he’s ashamed when you sometimes find him passed out somewhere or hear maekar rant about him.

you’re kind to him, and he appreciates that. alongside your gentle scolding of taking care of himself is what he likes about you the most.

now aerion… he’s a little shit to you.

he’s also heard about you, of course. and thinks you’re just as dull as everyone else.

sometimes he’ll taunt you about your age and why his father chose you to marry. just to rile you up for funs.

he would also throw in some gossip surrounding you just to get your reaction.

you know aerion’s personality when he’s out of maekar’s sight. and you take advantage of that which he hates.

of course, you do want to form a bond with your husband’s children no matter what. but aerion proves to be a pain in the ass unlike the others.

overall, i think your relationship with maekar’s eldest maekarlings are a bit distant than your relationship with the little ones you can grow a bond with.

⋆˙⟡ ESSOSI WIFE — akotsk men

⋆˙⟡ summary how would they be with their essosi wife?

⋆˙⟡ notes this was so fun to write! also going to speed up on these akotsk posts as i have so many of them.

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