Aftercare With Rhaenyra Targaryen

Aftercare with Rhaenyra Targaryen

"There, there" said Rhaenyra in a soft voice, rocking you in her arms back and forth. You laid on her lap, arms loosely thrown around her waist and head in the crook of her neck, pouty lips trickling her skin. After an exhausting night, you are throughly spent. She pats your bruised behind, shushing you every time you wince out in pain. "You have learnt your lesson, little girl?" You curl more into her, nodding lightly as you burry your head into her chest. She lets you do it, cradling the back of your head, the way one does to a newborn, and pulls the covers over your naked form. "Rest now." Basking in her warmth and comforted by the older woman's presence, you slip slowly in sleep.

"Fatherhood" - Aegon Targaryen II x Older Sister!Reader

Summary: Aegon tries to grant you relief during the later days of your pregnancy.

TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, lactation kink/tiddy succin, fingering, pregnancy, aegon's mommy issues

Word Count: 1,050 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Ever since he was born, you fashioned yourself as Aegon’s protector. The two of you had much in common, after all. Your father resents the both of you. You know why he hates you. He hates that you lived while Baelon died. While your mother died. Another daughter. What use were you to him? What you cannot figure out is why he neglects Aegon as he does. He finally has the son he always wished for, and yet, he spurns the boy at every turn. You and Aegon find comfort in each other’s arms, sneaking into each other’s rooms at night to sob in each other’s embrace, clinging to each other desperately as you imagine a world where you have a father who actually cares for you.

As you grow older, Viserys grows more neglectful. He can barely stand the sight of you. You, who he considers the reason he lost his beloved Aemma. And of course, Aegon. He doesn’t care when the two of you are betrothed to each other. He doesn’t name Aegon his heir as the entire realm thought he would. Instead, he cares only for his precious Rhaenyra. You want to scream at him that you, too, are Aemma’s daughter, that her spirit lives within you and he need only look. But you can’t. All you can do is find comfort in the arms of your younger brother.

You are wed when he is eight and ten and you are nine and ten in a ceremony that has far less pomp than your elder sister’s did. But you care not. All the two of you care about is that you are now bound to each other as you always hoped to be. From the time you were four and ten, you knew Aegon was the only man you could ever love. And Aegon knew you were the only woman he could ever love, the only one who understood him in all his complexities.

When his mother scolded him, it was you he’d turn to, burying his face in your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. You, who ran your fingers through his hair and murmured words of love, that he was indeed enough. That he had goodness and kindness in him, that his mother was wrong about him. That she may have claimed he was no son of hers, but that he would always be a brother of yours. You loved him selflessly, unconditionally. And he loved you much the same.

When you are with child, Aegon’s love for you only grows as he watches your belly swell with his babe. He spends long hours laying in bed beside you, talking to the little bump, vowing that he will be a better father than Viserys ever was to either of you. His voice is deep and the babe seems to adore it. Aegon adores your babe before ever meeting them. You watch him with fondness as he promises to take them for a ride atop Sunfyre, as he promises he will teach them all he knows, that he will love them with every fiber of his being.

Aegon notices the way you wince uncomfortably, hand moving to your chest - he frowns, moving to rest a hand on your cheek, “What is it, mandȳs?” (older sister)

“My breasts feel heavy,” you admit to him, “The maester said the farther along I am in my pregnancy, the more they will ache because the babe is not yet here to feed.”

He looks at you, those sweet lilac eyes boring into yours, a hint of mischief filling them as he suggests, “The babe may not yet be here, but your husband is.”

You arch a brow, giving your brother an amused smile as he moves to tug at the laces of your bodice, “And what exactly are you doing, pray tell?”

“Taking care of my sweet wife, of course.”

You watch curiously as he undoes your dress, your breasts, so full and round, heavy with milk, now bared to him. He moves his lips to take one of your nipples in his mouth, lavender eyes darkened with lust as he suckles at your breast. You moan softly, hands moving to thread through his silvery locks as he coaxes the milk from you, the sweet taste hitting his tongue after a few moments. You have never felt relief as you do in this moment, the heaviness inside you being lifted bit by bit as Aegon continues to mouth at you, switching to your other breast after the milk’s flow begins to ebb. You feel his fingers moving toward your cunt, stroking you slowly, making you sigh his name with pleasure.

Aegon’s lips twist upward as he continues suckling at you, thinking how he’s really quite jealous of his future child that will be allowed to have this privilege whenever they desire. All they’ll need to do is cry and you’ll take them into your arms and feed them, nurturing them as is your way. He moves to kiss your lips softly, his mouth moving against yours as your fingers move to undo his breeches, palming at his thick cock, working him to full hardness before he sheathes himself inside you.

“You will be allowed to take your fill anytime you please, brother,” you tell him, your voice a honeyed whisper in his ear, “Worry not, sweetling.”

Your words make him let out a low groan as he rolls his hips against yours, reveling in the sound of your sighs of ecstasy, your moans, the mewls you let out of his name. He wonders if it is possible to have fallen deeper in love with you than he was before, because at this moment, he does not think he has ever felt an emotion more powerful in his entire life than he does right now.

The two of you exchange a tender look as he continues to bring you closer and closer to your peak, hands caressing your breasts as he pledges his love to you, knowing that this child will only serve to bring the two of you closer.

He finds himself excited at the prospect of fatherhood, especially when you speak to him in that sweet voice of yours, “You are already a better father than he ever was, my sweet brother.”

let others wage war: you,happy child, marry-

Masterpost (under repair)

theme(s): politics, war, marriage, dynastic conflicts, alliances, romance, sexual content (eventual), childbirth, gender/society criticisms, class warfare/analysis and more

warning(s): adult content incl unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving) , masturbation, infidelity, minor character death, miscarriages and more (18+ eventually)

starring:

Y/n (reader) as Princess Dagmar of Denmark (later Tsarina Maria Feodorovna of Russia)

Timothee Chalamet as Tsesarevich Timothee Alexandrovich of Russia (later Tsar Timothee I of Russia)

Saoirse Ronan as Princess Alexandra ‘Alix’ of Denmark, (later Princess of Wales & Queen Alexandra of England)

danish royal family

Nicole Kidman as Crown Princess Louise (later Queen Louise of Denmark)

Christian Bale as Crown Prince Christian (later King Christian IX of Denmark)

Mike Faist as Crown Prince Frederick of Denmark (later King Frederick XVIII)

George McKay as Prince Wilhelm of Denmark (King George I of Greece)

TBA as Princess Louisa of Sweden (later Queen Lovisa of Denmark)

Millie Bobbie Brown as Princess Thyra of Denmark

Jacob Tremblay as Prince Valdemar of Denmark

Russian royal family (House Romanovs)

Adrien Brody as Tsar Alexander II

Rebecca Ferguson as Tsarina Maria Alexandrovna (nee Princess Jessica of Hesse-Darmstadt)

Louis Partridge as Prince Alexander Alexandrovich of Russia 

Kiernan Shipka as Princess Maria Alexandrovna of Russia (later Duchess of Saxe-Coburg

Lucas Jade-Zumann as Prince Vladimir Alexandrovich of Russia 

Anya Taylor-Joy as Princess Olga Konstantinova of Russia (later Queen Olga of Greece)

Natalia Dyer as Princess Xenia Konstantinova of Russia

Elle Fanning as Princess Tatiana Maximillianova of Leuchtenberg

Tamzin Merchant as Princess Catherine Dolgoruky

British Royal Family

Angela Bassett as Queen Victoria of England

Zawe Ashton as Crown Princess Victoria of Prussia, Princess Royal of England

Rege Jean-Page as Prince Edward of Wales (later King Edward VII of England) 

Jodie Turner Smith as Alice, Grand Duchess of Hesse and by Rhine

Daniel Kaluuya as Alfred, Duke of Saxe-Coburg Gotha

Keke Palmer as Helena, Princess of England and later Princess of Schleswig-Holstein

John Boyega as Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught and Stratheam

TBA as Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany

Zendaya as Beatrice, Princess Henry of Battenburg

and more….

Based on 19th century European history and royal affairs, and heavily inspired by the documentary on the father in law of Europe : King Christian IX of Denmark, whose children married into or were appointed into various thrones across the continent and wielded significant dynastic influence. 

Watch the daughter of an unlikely king in a rags to riches story after gaining the affections of the wealthiest heir in the world. From humble country homes and earthy estates to grand palaces, heirloom jewels and the latest fashion - navigate the tumultuous royal court of the ever-changing, dynamic Imperial Russia at its apex, and the evolving world around it. 

Life would never be the same, and your family is at the heart of the world around you as your family achieve royal status. 

Chapters:

act one.

act two.

act three.

act four. 

act five. 

act six.

act seven.

act eight.

act nine.

act ten.

act eleven.

act twelve.

act thirteen.

act fourteen.

act fifteen.

act sixteen.

act seventeen.

act eighteen.

act nineteen.

act twenty.

act twenty one.

act twenty two.

act twenty three.

act twenty four.

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yes i have requests and other series - but this was meant to be my first work here and one of my passion projects because i am a sucker for royal drama/weddings/gowns and dynastic jewels and heirlooms and all that. tune in! 

the quote is based on a saying about the House of Habsburgs in the 16th century. 

unknown number of chapters but this will definitely be a multi-part series. schedule for uploads is irregular but they will be long! 

Hiii I’m glad your back and I just wanted to share a thought I’ve been thinking about yan!mom!aemma and gremlin!reader i feel aemma would be those type of moms that ignores every wrong thing their kid has done wrong for example

Maid watching after reader: “you grace Y/N has painted all over the library and drew faces all over the book covers.”

Yan!mom!Aemma: “Awww my baby wants to be an artist.” (or) “They were just expressing their creativity weren’t you baby.” (Or) “My sweet baby is just cranky from not taking their 2nd afternoon nap let’s go.”

And if we’re talking about dragon onesiereader Now aemma is turning every which way to justify what reader does for example reader could literally burn the red keep down and Aemma would insist that her darling baby wouldn’t ever do such a thing or They are just expressing their inner dragon .

I feel like aemma would have a ‘talk’ with reader about certain things (I say ‘talk’ because it’s not one it’s just her babing reader or giving them treats or gifts.)

(That was it)

Due to their already royal upbringing, the reader is guaranteed to be spoiled, but with Viserys and Aemma around, they’ll be spoiled rotten. While Aemma tries to scold the reader, at the sight of the puppy eyes and god forbid, a single tear coming out, Aemma melts into cooing and cuddling the reader, forgetting any intended lectures. Unlike Viserys, who remains blissfully ignorant and dismisses the claims as mere ‘exaggerations’, while Aemma is well aware, but has every excuse. 

Even the most stern of septas find their patience tested when the reader opts for scribbling in books rather than learning. Complaints to the queens will be brushed aside, with Aemma asking to see the reader’s doodlings, praising her for such an imagination. Even when the castle walls become the reader’s canvas, Aemma will let it be preserved if the reader cries of her drawings be erased, leaving court members to hold their tongues in the face of scribbled faces. 

Aemma loves giving the reader her afternoon naps, it’s their time to bond, cradling and reading them stories until they fall asleep. Despite the septas’ advice against it, but at the end of the day, it’s the handmaidens and servants who bear the brunt of the reader’s nocturnal activities.

𝓜𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵

Devil Aemond Targaryen x Witch Reader

Summary: She wanted power and control , and she was determined to do anything to get it. She knew exactly how far she had to go and what she had to sacrifice to make devil himself appear and turn her dreams into reality.

A/N: There was a lot of inspiration from novels and series with witchcraft and witches, so there may be darker askpets in this work, as well as a slight devil worship. So if you are not comfortable with that , you are forewarned. Nevertheless , I hope you all will like the idea and as usual you will enjoy reading it. Please remember that english is not my native language, mistakes may happen.

Work contains smut , minors do not interact.

He stood before her. A fallen angel. The dark lord. The devil himself.

He was tall and lean, but behind the layer of blood she could see the muscles that tightened with every breath he took. His long hair had been tainted with a scarlet substance, but she could still see their silvery whiteness. One of his eyes was violet while a sapphire stone glowed in the other. He had long face which was decorated with a scar, but it only made him more handsome in her eyes.

There was a darkness around his person , a feeling of danger.

But despite this, she stood before him , staring at him. She did not fall to her knees before him , she did not bow , she just stood , silently watching the former God's soldier , who stared at her just as intensely.

-You came - she whispered after a moment , approaching him slowly.

-You called - he replied , smiling smugly , when he noticed how the woman looked at him , how she fought to control the trembling of her body.

The man allowed her fingers to brush against his pale torso, where his heart was hidden, taking pleasure in her curiosity , which seemed to grow by the second, with each newly touched patch of his skin.

-How should I call you? - she asked , leveling her gaze with him.

Suddenly he grabbed her wrist , that was touching his human flesh.

-You have called me , and yet you do not know my name? - he said, pulling her close to him, so close that their lips were almost touching, and their breaths mingled.

-You have many names and many forms - she replied , resting her free hand on his shoulder to try and push him away , but in vain.

The devil took one last look at her before his attention shifted to the witch's wrist, the same one he held in an iron grip, the same one he kissed extremely tenderly, leaving an electrifying feeling behind.

-Aemond - he muttered after a brief moment , his mouth moving upward, kissing her blood-stained fingertips - You will call me Aemond , little witch.

-Aemond - she repeated, tasting his name on her tongue.

-Again - he growled , embracing her around the waist , making her black , lace dress slowly become covered in crimson.

-Aemond - she whispered , looking at him , but his attention was focused on her full , soft lips.

-Tell me my beautiful Y/n- he murmured , catching her chin between his fingers, pulling her towards him again ,letting her addictive scent delude his senses -Tell me what you desire , and I will give it to you.

-You know my name? - she asked, but there was no surprise nor intrigue, which made the white-haired devil even more crazy about mortal woman.

-How could I not know the name of the witch who sacrificed so many innocent lives so that I could come down to earth? -he remarked, smiling tauntingly, out of the corner of his eye looking at the window, reminding her of the bodies lying in the forest deep in the ground and the sea of blood that she shed - I'll aks you one more time, what is it that you want? -he repeated himself, sliding his thumb over her lower lip , staining it with blood.

-I want Salem, I want it all for myself - she confessed without a shadow of hesitation in her voice.

-I'll give you Salem. I'll give you a town from the edge of the world, and with it all the miserable lives that are in it - he said - But I won't do it for free - he confessed, and the woman widened her eyes in disbelief and irritation, which she did not manage to hide from the man before her.

-I called you on Black Sunday. I have performed the ritual. I shed the blood of the pure and innocent so that you can stand here before me in a body of flesh and bone. I gave you all I could give. What more do you want? - she wondered , furrowing her eyebrows in an act of displeasure, which amused the devil.

-You- replied Aemond , stroking her cheekbone with his thumb -I want you to become Queen of the Night. I want you to rule at my side in hell as my beloved and as my bride. I want...to have you.

-Why me? -she asked, pushing him away moments later-What is so compelling about me that the devil himself wants to have me?

The woman looked at him expectantly, but he remained silent for a long time, trying to get close to her again, which resulted in her slowly moving back with every step he took towards her, playing a game of cat and mouse with him.

-Everything my beautiful Y/n - announced the king of hell , still following her silhouette , almost like a predator followed after its prey -I know your thoughts , your dreams , and your goals. When you made a pact with me, you let me see the darkness you hid inside your soul. The darkness that made me crazy about you - he growled , grabbing her by her forearm, pulling her toward him to trap her in his strong arms once again.

The young woman looked into his violet eye before her gaze focused on his scar. Her hand involuntarily lifted upward the tips of her fingers touched the thickened tissue , tracing its path.

Her act seemed to have no deeper purpose, but this was not true. That scar and that sapphire hidden in his eye socket spoke of the fact that someone had once defeated him, leaving him crippled and betrayed. And she knew that the devil was as vengeful as he was powerful and that no one would go unpunished as long as he existed.

And the witch needed this , she needed her own black knight ready to kneel at her feet.

-If that's what I have to do to get what I want - she purred like a cat, bringing her face closer to his -Then make me your queen - she whispered into his mouth , brushing them gently with every word she spoke.

Aemond growled lowly at her words , clenching his large hands on her waist before he attacked her soft, pink lips.

His body was hot against hers, giving her the impression that she was being burned alive, but despite this she did not move away from him, entangling her fingers between strands of his white hair, pulling at them and drawing him closer as he tore her dress off her shoulders, leaving her only in a black velvet choker with an obsidian crystal hanging lazily in the middle.

-Now you belong to me - he said , grabbing her neck and pulling her away from him -Your body and soul are mine. For all eternity - he muttered into her swollen lips.

-Yours. All yours - woman declared quietly, trying to reunite their lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, only to have the man's rough fingers tighten on her throat.

Devil laughed as he observed her actions.

The witch in front of him seemed so cold, yet one touch from him was enough for lust to take over her mortal mind.

She was almost like an enigma to him , but it didn't frustrate him , oh no , on the contrary. He was pleased with this fact , pleased that his new toy wasn't so easily broken.

But he decided to try break her anyway.

He pushed her body against a nearby wall , hovering over her almost immediately. Still avoiding her sweet lips , which called out to him , he kissed her ample breasts , going lower and lower , marking every , possible patch of her firm skin , until his tongue found it's place between her swollen and wet folds.

He tasted her as if she were the sweetest of desserts, causing her to let out a loud, erotic and lustful moan. Her fingers once again found their way into his long hair as she w writhe in convulsions of pleasure that the devil himself was giving her. His movements were precise and bestial at the same time, making the knot of her lower abdomen burst pathetically fast and impossibly intense drenching his face with her juices, which only made him more feral.

Aemond joined their lips in a sensual kiss , placing his hands on her thighs , lifting her in one , sure movement , as if she weighed as much as the feather itself.

Laying her down on the soft mattress , he did not even for a moment move away from her addictive lips , which so soft and sweet stimulated his senses . His hands, soon after, began to roam over the witch's delicate body , exploring every inch of her immaculate flesh just as his lips had done moments ago.

-Please - she panted - Please don't make me wait any longer.

The man leveled his gaze with her. Her eyes were misty and her lips were slightly parted. Her hair scattered over the red satin was almost arranged in a halo giving her an angelic appearance.

-Even if God himself offered me the kingdom of heaven, I would not be able to refuse you, my beautiful Y/n - he replied, tearing the leather pants he wore.

The witch let out a loud, uncontrollable moan when she finally felt him inside her, filling her, warming her body like a fire , which instead of burning gave her nothing but pleasure. Their sweat quickly turned into one as he moved inside her and as their naked and bloody bodies rubbed against each other creating the smell of sex that was so intoxicating, the two lovers couldn't pull away from each other. His mouth practically devoured those of the mortal woman, pulling away only to breathe after their heavy, wet and hot caresses. As Aemond began to pound into her harder, deeper and faster, the young woman's legs involuntarily began to shake, betraying how close to the end she was , and her hands, as if having a mind of their own, went to his back, driving her nails into his milky skin.

They were unappeased , passionate and almost brutal in their movements , making their act a sweet torture that went on and on , never stoping. Not even as night turned into day , and day turned into night again. They remained in each other's embrace , becoming more and more addicted to each other.

The queen was drinking heavily, but the wine only seemed to make her more beautiful ; her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had a bright, feverish heat to them as she looked down over the hall. Eyes of wildfire, Sansa thought