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ENCOURAGEMENT.

Daemon Targaryen x little sister!Reader

It's 105 AC. Your brother, King Viserys, wants to throw a feast in honor to announce his wife's pregnancy. You want to attend—if it weren't for the rising doubts about your changing body. But it's good your husband knows a way to ease your worries.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister), mirror sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, female and pregnant reader, lactation, lactation kink, nipple play

WORDS: 2.5 K

NOTES: Thank you for betaing this sweet thing, @happilyhertale! 🤍

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

Frustration brings you to the point you stand completely bare in front of the large mirror that’s been brought into your chambers by the servants, looking at your reflection. To the right hangs a black gown, and to the left a more reddish one. And neither of the two will fit over your swollen curves, you just know by looking at it.

You’ve scared off your ladies-in-waiting a few minutes ago, usually soft-spoken you experiencing an emotional outburst that just called for you to be left alone.

Nearing the six moon mark of your first pregnancy has left your body with scars and marks around your rounded belly and swollen breasts, some even teetering down the insides of your thighs. And yet, when you look at your husband strolling into your martial chambers with not more than a large cloth hanging around his hips, his scarred chest on full display, you can only admire him for wearing them with so much confidence.

But not even your own doubts can stop your eyes from stealing glances, his toned physique managing to put your mind at ease for once. Trailing your eyes over the expanse of his scarred chest down to the dark trail of hair that ends deep below the cloth that conceals most of it. However, it only poorly hides the way his half-hard member prods against the linen with each step he makes towards you.

He makes no secret out of the way his lilac eyes all but devour your body and its curves, although your belly is not yet as swollen as Aemma’s was when she was with Rhaenyra. The pregnancy has made you even more of a woman, and knowing he’s the one responsible for it makes him feel proud but also quite possessive.

“What is it?” he asks, his gravelly voice sending a chill down your spine.

Daemon eventually comes to a stop with his tall frame looming over yours from behind, fingers trailing over your side in an uncharacteristically tender and gentle manner. Every inch of your reflection is devoured by his greedy eyes. “We do not have to attend the feast, you know,” he says. “I wouldn’t dream of depriving myself of the pleasure of spending time with my wife.”

As he bows his head forward to press his lips to your shoulder, the soft strands of his silver hair tickle your skin, making you lean into his embrace and him reaching around you to splay a hand over your swollen belly.

“But I want to go. It’s the feast in honor of the queen announcing her pregnancy, and our brother will be cross with us if we do not attend,” you pout at him. “I just… I just don’t know which dress to choose.”

Daemon, however, knows full well that you’re being less than honest with him about your reluctance to go to the feast, becoming obvious when he starts to trace his fingers over the marks running across the underside of your bump. “That truly is a conundrum,” he says.

Sighing loudly, you try to escape his fingers by leaning further against him. But the friction your rear causes against the cloth is enough to loosen its tie, allowing it to fall to the ground.

The both of you are completely bare now, and he wastes no time in pressing his hard cock snugly into the crevice of your arse, making his desire for you more than clear.

“Let us forget the dresses for now. You know you’ll look ravishing no matter what you wear,” Daemon drawls, running a hand along your side. “Besides, why not allow me to appreciate every inch of you… no dresses involved.”

It sounds far too tempting… if you were in the mood. But with you struggling with your changing body for quite some time now, the thought of unraveling for him discourages you even more. “We do not have time,” you try to protest.

Much to your surprise, your usually insolent husband listens to your words.

“I think you’ll find that we have plenty of time, my love,” he mumbles, taking a step back with his hands raised in defeat. “The time we spend together would be much better than the time spent amongst a bunch of prudes at a feast.”

Not paying a mind to his words, you just nod appreciatively, and bring your attention back to the two gowns still hanging next to the mirror. Perhaps you can make the black one work with the laces tied extra loosely, and you only present at the feast for no longer than two hours.

Daemon stalks around you to stand next to the mirror, shamelessly dragging his eyes over your naked form and watching you inspect one of the dresses.

“Do you not have to dress yourself, husband?” you ask, pinching the fabric of the black dress between your fingers, trying not to pay too much attention to him. But his gaze is intense, burning straight through your skin, and making your body heat up.

You meet his eyes, cocking an eyebrow.

“There is a more important matter for me to tend to,” he objects.

“What are you–” you’re interrupted when your husband grabs the sides of the mirror and hoists it up, bringing it closer to your marital bed.

Turning on your heels, you watch him adjust it and eventually sit down on the bed with both feet planted firmly on the ground. The confusion must be evident on your features, because without a question uttered, Daemon pats his sturdy thigh and parts his legs, silently beckoning you over with a come-hither motion of his fingers.

The sight alone is alluring, his thick cock resting hard and heavy between his thighs, covered in an angry red and aching to be buried inside of you. But wanting to find out what he’s in mind is what brings you closer to him.

You move to climb his lap, wanting to sit astride him like you sit on Silverwing, but Daemon beats you to it. He scoots back slightly and brings his paws to your hips, turning you around. He pulls you back to sit down in the space between his parted legs.

When his hands hook beneath your knees to drape them over his thighs, inevitably exposing yourself to him, you instinctively lean back against him to adjust to the position.

You want to squeeze your thighs together, to hide from him, but his legs stop you from doing so. He brings a hand up to cup your full breast, squeezing lightly and testing the weight and shape of it. They’re full of milk by now, providing for your unborn child, and hard and heavy to the touch.

Pressing his lips to the curve of your shoulder, you tilt your head to the side, not daring to watch your fully exposed reflection in the mirror. You’ve been bare around him the whole time, and he’s fucked you in ways that would bring a blush to certain people’s faces, but something in the current position and your growing insecurities makes you more vulnerable right now.

Daemon adjusts his fingers so that your taut bud pops up between them, and just a bit of pressure is already enough to coax droplets of your milk to spill from it. Your breathing grows heavy, more so because it’s already enough friction to ease some of the tormenting tension.

“I want to see you full and lovely and large, swollen with my seed and carrying my child,” he mutters against your skin. His other hand comes up to cup your chin, pushing your head forwards to all but force you to look at yourself. “And I want you to watch as I worship that precious body of yours.”

The hand on your chin settles at your throat, not squeezing it but tight enough for it to be a warning for you not to move. The other hand releases your breast and trails down to the apex of your legs. It all happens agonizingly slowly, tracing and following every scar that runs along the curve of your bump, until it finally finds your cunt.

As his fingers drag through it, even your husband can’t seem to stop himself from moaning. “You’re weeping for me, my love,” he rasps, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “So beautiful.” Withdrawing his fingers, they’re glistening with your arousal, connected by faint strings of it as he spreads his fingers.

You whimper, and dip your head back far enough for him to capture your lips. The kiss is sloppy, matching the rhythm he sets up as his fingers trace your cunt.

Daemon hums in approval as you pull away from him to look into the mirror, watching the exact moment his deft fingers ease into you. You gasp at the motion, and put all your weight back against him, melting into his embrace with his muscular arms around you.

There’s a pout on your lips when the pressure of his fingers leaves you again, used to spread apart your folds instead. In the reflection you see his dark blown eyes fixed on nothing else than what lies between your legs, his hard cock throbbing against your lower back as you clench around nothing. “Look how beautiful you look all spread out and ready for me, my love.”

Trying to squeeze your thighs shut, his hand comes from your throat to clasp around one, keeping you spread open for him. “Oh, don’t you dare,” he warns, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

With the heel of his hand pressing snugly against your pearl now, you can’t help but whimper as his fingers enter you again. The pace is slow and languid, making clear that neither of you is in a hurry tonight. It’s all about you.

“Seven hells, just look at you,” he coos against the side of your face, tip of his nose nudging your cheek. He clearly enjoys the confidence you slowly start to muster as his praises go straight to your head, coaxing you to rock your hips against his hand. “You truly have no idea of how much I desire you. Always.”

His words bring another wave of crimson to your cheeks, running down your neck and chest. It’s heaving with all the heavy breaths you inhale, and your taut buds have not softened since he touched them. If everything, his words and gestures have coaxed a few beads of milk to ooze from both, running down the curve of your breasts.

Reaching behind you, your hand rests at the back of his head, entangling into his long, silver hair. “Daemon–” you whimper, but he’s quick to silence you.

“Shush now,” he rasps. “Just enjoy and observe.”

And you certainly do, watching his fingers pump in and out of you as if it’s the most enthralling thing you’ve ever seen.

When he’s sure you’ll keep your legs spread for him, he brings his hand to your full breast again, groping and squeezing it, pinching the little bud to tease even more milk to spill from it.

It’s so much coming together at once. His praise goes straight to your head, making it hazy and longing for more, while liquid fire courses through your veins, ignited by the skilled ministrations of his fingers.

Daemon seems to sense your impending peak, and is determined to work you toward the sweet relief you so desperately crave.

The pace of his fingers increases now, fingers repeatedly brushing the sweet spot inside of you that makes your vision blurry. Pleasure soars through your body, and eventually is enough to snap the familiar knot inside of your belly. And that’s also the moment you can’t watch yourself any longer. The pleasure grows to the point you have to close your eyes to be able to thoroughly enjoy it. But your husband doesn’t seem to mind.

“There you go,” he coos, not slowing down the pace of his hands. “Such a good girl.”

Your walls convulse all over Daemon’s fingers, and with you releasing the sweetest and most desperate sounds your husband has heard in a while, he’s sure he could’ve peaked on spot, more so with the vice-like grip you have on his long hair.

His hand works you through the waves of euphoria, just slightly slowing down, and while your mind doesn’t process some of the praises he mumbles against your skin, your body does; with a renewed wave of arousal dripping out of your cunt.

It’s surprising that the pleasure doesn’t get replaced by overstimulation, especially with just how little time he gives you to recover until he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you at a harsher pace again.

“Gods be good,” you whimper, tipping your head back against his shoulder. Your hand releases his hair and instead you grab his forearm with both, clinging onto it for dear life.

“One more for me, you’re doing so good.”

You have barely time to process the first peak and its repercussions when the second washes over you in an ambush, striking you like lightning. It’s not as intense as the first, but prolonged with his other hand now frantically rubbing your pearl.

“Shh, just let it happen,” he purrs, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek as you struggle against him.

It takes just a few more pumps of his hand until the pleasure subsides, only leaving a wave of bliss in its wake. Daemon’s hands both stop their ministrations, and you finally feel as though you’re able to breathe again.

As you open your eyes, you see him lick the remnants of your arousal off his fingers, before they tease your buds again, gathering some of your milk to lick off of them as well.

Whimpering and whining at the touch, you just slowly catch your breath. He soothes you by snaking both arms around your form, cupping your swollen belly, and presses gentle kisses to the side of your face.

“You’re an absolute vision in this state, and I do not wish for you to ever doubt that,” he mutters against your skin. “You look more desirable carrying my child, than any other woman does in their most provocative dress.”

Releasing a soft chuckle, you turn your head and capture his lips with yours. A chaste peck is not what he has anticipated, but he’s still happy that he was able to lift your spirits.

“Kirimvose, ñuha jorrāelagon,” you whisper. “Care to help me with the black dress?” Thank you, my love.

“Oh, I will,” Daemon says with a teasing lilt in his voice. He grabs you by the waist and carefully hoists you up, but when he lies you down on your back, you know you won’t be getting into the dress so soon. “But I think I need just a little more time to get fully into the spirit of the occasion.”

The moment he climbs on the bed to kiss his way over your marks and curves, you squeal and squirm, entangling your hands into his hair again.

Viserys can never be angry with you two for long anyway.

The War Of Dragon's

y/n Targaryen the honorable lady of house Targaryen She was banished of a accusations that she didn't do it hurt her to see her family didn't do anything to protect her or defend her as tears roll down her cheeks She continue to cry as her dragon landed her on some unknown land.

"d/n why are we here isn't this land dangerous"as you were about to walk towards the forest some unknown people came out and take their weapon and pointed them towards you.

"im not here to bring harm my dragon took me here i apologize for intruding your land" you speak and bow to them.

"you're from the king's landing aren't you" one the people asked her.

"i am my name's y/n targaryen" you introduce yourself to them.

"what's your purpose here the people from the king's landing didn't know this place either the other houses because of the dangerous animals and the protection of the land" dyren said to her

"im banished from my home" you said to them.

"your free to live in our land targaryen" as one of them said and lowered their weapon after inspecting you.

"thank you but no need to call me targaryen just call me y/n".

once they enter at forest you can only see darkness as they walked long enough they see house's and people y/n was amazed by the beauty of the land they seemed peaceful and happy.

"its beautiful" you said to them.

"it is we protected this land as if its our own many dragons and egg was survive and bought here" one of them explained.

"can i see them" you requested.

"sure my lady"

as you enter one of their tent you see many eggs most of them were incubating your really amazed on how many eggs they were you touch one the egg that was incubating in fire one of the lady panicked as they run towards you to help you out.

"my lady don't touch that it will burn your skin!!!" the lady said as they take the egg out of your hand but it's too hot for them to handle as they burnt their hands but after that they checked your hands they were in shock because your hand didn't burn.

"my lady you're hands they didn't burn"

"Fire cannot kill a dragon."

"my king we saw the people from the land of mythos

they seem to taking care of dragon eggs"one of the intruder said.

"we need to take the dragon eggs back only Targaryen will have the dragons" viserys in anger.

"ready the soldiers the dragon we are going for an war" queen alicent as she walk towards her children.

"we dont know what they are capable of we cant sent soldiers to a war without knowing their plans" rhaenyra as she explained.

they dont what's coming for them

the written on the sword that said the prince that was promised but its not just a prince or a princess what if it is a lady.

holding a sword means protecting your people swearing peace and protection Targaryen or not duty is to be hold once you play the game you must know how to play or you will be played.

"the people of King's landing are coming!!!" horns loudly played as the people of mythos quickly prepare for war as the others gets transfer to the other camp.

"this can't be" you take out your sword as you walk out the camp.

"my lady be careful there must be hundred's of them i think someone saw us taking care of the dragon eggs"

"i will" as you walk outside hundred's of soldiers were surround the island as the Targaryen stays at the back while their dragon were beside them.

"who are you to come to this place with this hundred's of soldiers" you said as you walk towards them.

"we are here to take back that was ours " viserys said as he walked Infront of y/n.

"your's? that's funny because as i remember you can't control the dragon there just making you look like you own them" you said as you pointed the sword towards him.

"obey me i am your king" viserys said.

"Dreams didn’t make us kings. Dragons did.”

"now you leave or each of your head will be sliced and hang in the forest" you threaten them.

as daemon was about to speak a sudden loud roar was heard you know its not your dragon its someone else it has to be the mythos dragon.

the guards shivered as the big dragon fly across them the targaryens were in shock to see an big dragon.

the dragon landed next to y/n as if the dragon was protecting her from them.

"now you leave or i will make you its quite unfair for me to battle all of you isn't that right queen alicent"

"but luckily i have our people supporting me" the soldiers of mythos march towards you as they raised their sword ready for war.

"Henujagon bisa dīnagon se īlon jāhor daor emagon se vīlībāzma hen morghon"

(leave this place and we will not have the war of death )

"you dare to threaten us now have this head" aegon said smirking as he let go of something.

head rolls towards you as your eyes widen from the scene the head of your loyal maid.

your anger rise up as your hands became cold and shivered the dragons know your emotion as they let out fire towards them.

Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.

the soldiers fight as the dragon's fire.

"Dracarys" rhaenyra ordered her dragon as syrax open her mouth and fire.

the front of the land was covered in fire the soldiers avoid the fire.

but you walk through the fire the Targaryen were shock that you didn't burn and turn to a crisp.

you walk towards them as you said.

"Fire cannot kill a dragon."

the born of y/n the conqueror she may not have a crown but to her people she is their queen the protector of dragons the queen of mythos.

The War Of a Dragon.

Targaryen incorrect quotes.

y/n: I told daemon their ears flush when they lie.

rhaenyra : Why?

y/n: Look.

y/n: Hey daemon ! Do you love us?

daemon , covering their ears: No.

rhaenyra :

y/n: Well, remember when rhaenyra made a romantic dinner for me?

daemon : y/n, they microwaved you a pizza.

y/n: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

daemon : You were flirting with rhaenyra .

y/n: So what? They're my partner.

daemon : You asked them if they were single.

y/n:

daemon : And then you cried when they said they weren't.

y/n, driving aegon and aemond : So how was your day?

aegon : We almost got surprise adopted!

y/n: What?

aemond : We almost got kidnapped.

y/n: Oh, okay.

y/n: * slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

y/n: Are you sure this is the right direction?

aegon : Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

aemond : In that case, we're definitely lost.

y/n: What time is it?

aegon : I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out

aegon : * Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

aemond : WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

aegon : It's 2 am

y/n: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

jacaerys : You're a hazard to society

lucerys : And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Aemond : In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?

jacaerys : * turning to lucerys * How tall are you?

Aemond : WHY. why did you give lucerys a KNIFE?!

jacaerys : I'm sorry.They said they felt unsafe.

Aemond : Now I feel unsafe!

jacaerys : I'm sorry.

jacaerys : ...would you like a knife?

Aemond : Why does jacaerys always do the laundry so loudly?

lucerys : So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.

jacaerys , in the distance: * slams the washing machine shut*

y/n: Just be yourself.

daemon : 'Be myself'? y/n, I have one day to win rhaenyra over.How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

alicent : Couple weeks.

viserys : Six months.

aegon : Jury's still out.

daemon : See, y/n?

daemon : 'Be myself'.What kind of garbage advice is that?

y/n: daemon is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

alicent : Punch them in the stomach.Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.

viserys : Tackle them!

rhaenyra : Dump them.

aegon : Kick them in the shin!

daemon : No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

y/n, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

daemon : Hey.

rhaenyra : Hi.

alicent : Hello.

viserys : Hey!

y/n: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

aegon : We were out of Doritos.

daemon : If you got arrested what would be the charges?

viserys : Theft.

aegon : Disturbing the peace.

alicent : Aggravated assault.

y/n: Arson.

rhaenyra : All of the above.In that order, probably.

As he drew his first breath she drew her last.

the love of the two can't be easily break cregan stark the lover of y/n targaryen this is the first time a Targaryen did not married a cousin, sibling, or an uncle.

"oh my love its near our child will be born isn't that amazing" cregan said as he caress her wife swollen tummy.

"your right its just sad that our child could not see any of his cousin.

"dont be my love soon all of this mess will be fixed and we will be happy again and you will be reunited to your home" cregan wipes he's wife tear.

"what do you want to name them" y/n asked.

"well if it's a boy let's name them Cael and if it's a girl you will decide my love"

"oh how about rose" y/n Said it was not definitely a Targaryen name but for her its a beautiful name that symbolizes beauty.

"that's wonderful my love now you rest" cregan carefully placed he's wife into the bed as he lay down next to her.

"My Lord!!!" a maid shouted as she quickly finds her lord.

"what's wrong?"

"the lady is now giving birth" as the maid explained cregan quickly ran to the room as he saw he's wife breathing heavily.

"my love you got this" cregan hold he's wife hand but how hard y/n pushed she couldn't bring out her baby the maester know that if y/n couldn't bring out her baby they need to cut her.

"what is happening why is not the baby not coming out" cregan nervously said

"my lord we need to cut her for the baby to come out"

cregan shivered as thought of losing he's wife he didn't want to be alone.

"no no this is not happening" as tears roll down his cheeks.

"my love come listen to me" y/n weakly said as she hold both of cregan hand.

"if i die be strong for our child raised our child with full of love that you showed to me don't forget that i love you until the very end and death" y/n said as she kiss cregan for the last time.

"i love you too my love always as the winter comes our love will be forever be strong for internity" cregan said as he also kiss he's beloved wife.

as the maester do there work a boy baby is finally out the cry of the baby was loud as the maester give the baby to y/n for the last time y/n couldn't believe that she is a mother now but she couldn't stop the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"oh my precious boy you will be strong as your father don't forget that i will always love you my cael" for the last time y/n close her eyes as cregan hold he's baby boy he couldn't stop crying.

as cael drew he's first breath y/n drew her last breath.

the town celebrate for the born of their heir as they also mourn for the loss of their great queen.

many of the girl's tried seducing the king but the King didn't care for them as he take care of he's beloved son.

no women couldn't replace the wife of the king as she who is only the women he loves portraits of her hanging around the place as they honour their queen for internity.

the King's landing also mourn for the death of their beloved princess the great targaryen who protected them from harm.

the Targaryen mourn for the death of y/n as the dragon's fire for the honor of their beloved princess they created a gold crown surrounded by red and white gems for the house of targaryen and stark they also added little gems representing the seven houses.

as for the people of winter fall create the dress for her funeral the dress is colored in red, black, and white the dress also has mark's of the seven houses.

"Y/N STARK THE QUEEN OF THE NORTH AND THE PRINCESS OF HOUSE TARGARYEN"

Cold Blood

In the King's landing there was a family living in peace their first daughter was named y/n they shower her with love and care as she grew up to be an independent lady as the town's say that she's like a rose in a land of dragon's a beautiful rose with an Golden heart they can be see as a happy family but that did not last long as the targaryens find about the debt of her family.

as the queen ordered the two to get a execution by the law and its rule as their daughter will be send to to dorne forever and will not be allowed to visit the king's landing.

"no!!! please dont do this!" y/n plead to them as she scream her lungs out her parents kneels as the two executor were beside them Ready to cut their heads.

"your heads will be the payment for your Debs and you little girl will be send to dorne as you will be a slave for them" alicent said as she looks at them with blank face.

"you've have no right to do this my parents did not deserve this your accusations are not true!" you Said angrily you know to your self that you parents didn't do it as they work hard for getting money and you were beside them helping them.

"you know nothing but being a slut just because of your beautiful body and face you're lucky that i did not cut your throat" alicent threaten her as she holds her neck and puts pressure on to them.

"your future son is no heir to the iron throne princess rhaenyra is the heir and that will not change even you put that big lies Infront the people" you said as Alicent slapped you.

"cutt their throat i have no time spending for this unimportant thing" alicent ordered her executors as the two obey their queen and cut their throat.

"no!" you said screaming as they take the lives of your parents tear's running down your eyes as you collapse.

that day the old you died as the new you born you've promised to your self that your parents will be avenge and the targaryens will die as the fire eats them alive.

the life in dorne was great because no targaryens ever conquer the dorne as the Martell family took you in their house and treat you as their own you learned a lot from them such as sparing and languages.

after eleven years you're now the princess of dorne of the house Martell you've grown beautiful and strong also learning things from everyone.

but one day a loud roar was heard you know to yourself that they came from the king's landing as you walked outside you can see a dragon a yellow dragon to be exact that must be rhaenyras dragon but you asked yourself that what may be the reason that she has come here.

rhaenyra land's safely as she get off her dragon and Walk towards the house of martell she knew to herself that one day Alicent will call her first son to the iron throne she wanted more support incase that happened.

the guards open the door and the maid's guide her to the room as she entered the room she didn't expect the girl she have meet in her younger age is the princess of dorne.

"and what is your purpose in here i believed that no targaryens have ever conquer the land dorne" you said to her as you put down your book.

"im here for the king to make an alliance between us for my reign for iron throne" rhaenyra said as she took out some what a piece of paper.

"and im guessing that green queen will put here son to the iron throne let's just be truthful no women has ever sit in the iron throne and what do you expect princess rhaenyra" you said mockingly.

"im sure that im the true heir to the iron throne and i will protect my people for internity"

"you are pretty confident about that princess rhaenyra protecting your people when even your younger days you couldn't even do that" you said as you talk about the past.

"i was a princess not a Queen in that days" rhaenyra said defending herself.

"then you've said to your self that even in your younger days that you couldn't be a queen isn't that what your trying to say" you said to her as she began to get angry to the conversation.

"i don't know what you're trying to say but i will be be the queen no matter what will happen" rhaenyra said to her.

"then Good luck to that the people of dorne doesn't easily accept targaryens" you said while smirking.

rhaenyra angrily left dorne as she continues to travel and find alliances.

y/n was thinking of some plan on how she can destroy or make the targaryens regret their sins.

the day of aegons coronation the day the crown will be place in his head.

" aegon Targaryen the second of his name King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men Lord of the Seven Kingdoms Protector of the Realm"

but before the crown was place in his head outside of the castle was hundred of warrior was against of aegon ruling the seven kingdoms as rhaenys also crashed at the coronation with her dragon meleys.

"unworthy!!!"

"unworthy!!!"

"unworthy!!!"

some of the seven kingdoms was against aegon ruling the seven kingdoms as the warrior and the lord's in other houses protest while y/n goes to the dragon stone.

"my queen the king's crown has been stolen"

"what this can't be?!" rhaenyra was angry the crown was supposed to be hers and hers to be claimed.

daemon stood by her side as he was trying to calm her down.

"is this what your looking for" y/n appeared with her guards and warrior's she was holding the king's viserys crown.

"you is this part of your plan!" rhaenyra was frustrated she couldn't control her temper.

"and what if it is what are you gonna do rhaenyra Targaryen the cruel , king maegor with teats, the pretender and the whore of the dragonstone" you throw the crown at them.

"crown is not the only thing that make you a ruler"

"i y/n martell princess of the dorne declare the targaryens will not live at peace as the people will find the better ruler of the seven kingdoms" you said as you all leave.

Crown of the heir

crown are like headbands they make you look pretty and nice but crown's are the symbol of power and reign once it's place in your head the duties will also be placed in you as well.

"if i was a queen i will make men's bow" you changeling said to your mother.

"you will bore a king you're a women" your mother said as she fix your hair and clothes.

your mother was not very fond of you since she expects her first child to be a boy and not a girl she would scream at you for holding a sword since that day you been sneaking to the training area to hold a sword.

"no women have ever sit a throne" your mother said.

"rhaenyra will soon sit in the throne isn't she" you said while reading your book.

"she's no queen your the queen"

"isn't that stealing mother that's make me a usurper of the throne" you plainly said as continue to read your books.

"what's going on inside your head you should be thankful that i raised you and feel you bathe you" your mother angrily said.

"did I ask for it you despite me as your daughter your heir did that look like love to you oh by the way you didn't feed me or bathe me the maids did" you said as you shut your book.

"your under my roof as long as you in here you have no right to speak to me like that" your mother said pointing a finger at you.

"isn't this my home to its also my right to speak freely" you said.

"your my heir for now but once i gave birth to a boy your no longer my heir"

the door shut as you sit thinking that what did you ever do to them that they treated you this bad tear's falling down your cheeks.

their has been a news that king viserys have been sick and the days goes longer he's body weaken surely after he passed away the heir will eventually sit to the throne.

"its time the king will die and his oldest child aegon will sit to the throne and you will be the queen isn't that amazing finally your bringing power to this family" your mother said.

"your not sure about that didn't he named his heir rhaenyra" you said.

"oh the whore of dragon stone" your mother rolled her eyes.

when night comes you sneak outside of the house and explore the city with your red Cloak and a hidden knife in case.

when you were exploring you bumped into someone you quickly apologize but as you recognize his face he was aegon the eldest son of king viserys.

"well my prince aren't you supposed to be asleep" you said.

"as well as your my princess" aegon said.

"well do you want company you seemed lonely" you said as you two outside the border of King's landing near the ocean.

" of course my princess it's been a long time since we met" aegon said.

"your going to be king you know" you said as you watch the waves of the ocean.

"I don't wanna be a king" aegon stated as furrowed his eye brows.

"but that's what your mother wants"

"she didn't even asked me if ever wanted to be a king it's like I'm just a pawn to her" aegon said as the sadness took over him.

"well aren't we the same forced to be something we don't want" you said as you caress his face.

"I was also forced to be perfect smile like an princess bow to many dance for a lot"

aegon was sad that you need to in that horrible family forced into something that your uncomfortable with.

"i want the crown to be give to someone else that is soo much worthy than me" aegon stated.

"and who might that be my prince"

"my sister rhaenyra targaryen the true heir to the throne" aegon said as you two spend the night in the ocean.

that day raven was sent to the black as aegon wrote to her sister as the letter said my dear sister rhaenyra true heir to the iron throne yield to you that i will no longer come to the crown as i will be peacefully be a prince and wish to marry y/n huxley.

"well isn't this magnificent my wife aegon didn't want the crown alicent wanted the crown" daemon said as he read the letter.

"send a letter to aegon i wish to meet him and his lover" rhaenyra said smiling as thanks to the old god that she will finally be in good terms with her siblings.

as aegon open the letter he reads it and said my dear brother as you and your lover y/n come here you must bend the knee to me and i will take you all back to my heart.

when aegon and y/n come to rhaenyra they both bend the knee to her as the prove of loyalty to the realm and her the queen.

"oh dear brother" rhaenyra said as he hugged him aegon was stunned he never received any hugs from his family as he hug back.

"welcome to the family" jacaerys said as he also hug him.

"aren't you his lover you two will make such a great couple" daemon said as he shake hands with y/n.

"thank you my king" you said.

"well aren't you lovely my dear blessings for your wedding" rhaenyra said as she hugged you.

"thank you my queen it's such an honored to be blessed by you"

"no problem my dear"

as the coronation of rhaenyra you all attend to it as you wear a beautiful black dress as aegon wear black Alicent and rhaenyra made up as the house of targaryen was finally one.

the next following day you and aegon wed the wedding was held up at the dragon stone as you are now y/n targaryen the lady of dragon stone with her husband aegon Targaryen lord of dragon stone.

but one day your mother suddenly barged in rage as she shouted at you.

"YOU WHORE YOU'VE RUIN MY PLAN" you mother said as she shouted at you

"isn't this want you wanted" you said as you furrowed your eye brows.

"you're supposed to be bringing power to your family not this freaking bullshit"

"i did bring the power and that power choose me" you said.

"what kind of huxley are you! being selfish brat" your mother said.

"im no longer a huxley im a targaryen a lady of dragon stone and i will take anything that you took from me" you said.

your mother was furious as she takes out a knife and cuts your arm as soon as that happens the door open and the guards hold her aegon Rush to your side and look at your wound.

"take her out as this day comes that thing will not enter here" aegon said angry towards your mother.

since that day you erase the terrible moments that happened to you and live your life with your husband together you two have 5 children and live peacefully.

"There can be no failure to a man who has not lost his courage, his character, his self respect, or his self-confidence. He is still a King".

— HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

AEMOND TARGARYEN

— no matter what

summary: you’re betrothed to aemond targaryen without your knowledge. upon your arrival at the red keep you find yourself attracting others, which leaves your husband jealous and insecure, with you left to reassure your love for him.

— the hand that feeds you (req)

summary: you’d shown kindness to aemond early on as his handmaid, from which a friendship bloomed. but aemond had grown a dependency on it, and on you.

— the smallfolk’s princess

summary: after meeting you whilst scouring for his brother, aemond finds himself interested in you. even if you aren’t a targaryen, and it’s not like you can resist a dragon, right?

AEGON II TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

JACEARYS VELARYON

— coming soon!

LUCERYS VELARYON

— coming soon!

DAEMON TARGARYEN

— all for you

summary: after hearing of your young nephews demise at Storms End you share your concerns with your husband Daemon as he reassures his love and protection for you.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

HELAENA TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

ALICENT HIGHTOWER

— coming soon!

THE GREENS

— coming soon!

THE BLACKS

— coming soon!

Yandere Daemon and twin reader. Both are grade A narcissists who love each other in the most selfish of ways. Like since childhood, Daemon threatening to cut boys' dicks for looking at her. Reader threatening to chop girls' hair or slice their faces if they look at her brother etc. Like straight up maniacs these two. They also love having sex while looking at each other. Like they get SO MUCH pleasure from seeing each other (basically themselves) receive pleasure. They also love fucking in public. Like brothels or council chambers etc. And people often find them like that and are baffled by how similar they are. How exactly alike they look.

CAN ANYONE HELP ME FIND THIS FIC plsssss

Bestiary (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Your husband and you do not speak the same language. During your wedding night, you find out that High Valyrian and the Common Tongue pale when compared to the way your bodies allow you to communicate.

Warnings: Heavy smut, not much dialogue. P in V sex. First time.

A/N: Who would have thought the most enthusiastic consent I have ever written with Daemon would be in a fic with nearly no dialogue?

Being coached through your wedding vows is not a good omen for your marriage. At least, that is what your husband must think, by the thunderous look on his face. You fight the urge to scream at him that you have practiced for this moment and that you do not need to be coached through the vows. It would be no use. The two of you do not understand each other.

Everything is strange to you in Westeros, from the language to the wedding ceremony. They make you cut your lips and hand, in a procedure you do not enjoy. Your husband does the same. Your blood flows into a goblet, from which you will have to drink later on.

It's barbaric. You suppose it must symbolize the joining of bloodlines in the crudest way.

At least Daemon kisses you at the end, a cold brush of his lips against yours that tells you he is still mad. He had probably felt betrayed, being forced into this arrangement you entered willingly.

If you had known he was that petty, you would have not shown your hand so fast. Your father had wanted dragons, which meant becoming part of House Targaryen. Daemon was the only one available for you to ensnare in your web.

As any good hunter, you had watched your prey first, taking notes of his behavior. Only an afternoon was needed to understand you started the race with a disadvantage. His eyes followed Princess Rhaenyra, Princess Rhaenys and her little daughter, but never lingered on other women.

While you might have lacked the silver hair, you did not lack the wits and charms necessary to be taken in consideration.

You had needed a few days to ready your song, but you had approached him not even a week later. He had been sitting in the library, so you had knocked on the table twice to draw his attention.

Daemon had lifted his eyes from the scroll he was reading, annoyed. He had a handsome face, decorated with age lines that only served to make him look more regal. He looked more the part of the King than his brother, a decaying corpse that you had heard had also acquired his own nubile bride.

Such was the fate of the daughters of powerful men. Sold to other powerful men, old enough to be their fathers, birthing them their own litter of sons and daughters. Sons that would grow up to become powerful men in their own right, daughters that would become pawns to establish dynasties. On and on it went.

Daemon had spoken then. His words were much harsher than those of the language you were used to, lacking the airy song of the languages similar to the one from the Rhoynar. You had not understood. You did not speak a lick of the Common Tongue.

No silver hair, no words, but plenty of resources. You had placed the book you had brought with you on the table, and looked at him.

His eyes had lit up with curiosity. He recognized the title. He spoke again, intrigued.

Despite his tone sounding much more auspicious, you had no other option than to shake your head and speak, with a tremulous voice.

“Bodmagho.” It's the only word you know, one that you have prepared especially for this. But just in case your pronunciation is not perfect, you open the book and mimic the gesture of passing the pages.

Daemon looks stunned. He says something else, still in the Common Tongue. You were able to tell from the intonation he was asking a question, but you didn't know what it was about.

“Bodmagho.” You repeated, stubbornly. You placed your book down and pointed to it.

Daemon sighed. He pointed to the chair. You sat, happy as a clam.

“Prince Daemon.” He pointed at himself. Then, to you. “Lady…?”

You told him your name. He nodded.

“Daor.” He shook his head. “No.”

You stared. He shook his head again. You understood that no, daor and shaking head meant the same.

“Daor. No.” You shook your head. Daemon squeezed your shoulder, a proud smile on his face.

Your father told you that afternoon that you were to be married to him. Just as you had made efforts to catch Daemon, your father had been setting his trap.

Daemon did not oppose, nor encourage the match, but he was angry at you. Angry that you knew before him and tried to charm him into doing your bidding.

Men like him, you learn, like to be the ones pulling the strings. They hate being treated like hounds, even if that is what they are.

You get no further lessons.

This is how you manage to get to your wedding feast only knowing two words. Teach and no. It makes you the most riveting company, and so, it's no wonder you are soon ushered into a chamber with your new husband.

You had not noticed before, but it is the first time you are alone with him since the morning at the library. To you, it had been a matter of no consequence. You had to marry a powerful man, one day. Your father decided it should be him because he wanted dragons. It was as simple as that.

As a rich man, your father had known rich men only get richer at times of unrest. And unrest was coming for the Seven Kingdoms. He could smell it in the air, hear it in the whispers of the common folk. Princess Rhaenyra wasn’t going to inherit without issue.

Your family moved here for that reason. An opportunity to get richer could not be dismissed. Your father had taken one look at the dragons and decided that they were the key to turning his legacy into an empire.

Giant war machines that could level castles in one afternoon. Raze a city to the ground in mere hours. Fire so hot it could melt stone. They could not be bought, you had to be a Targaryen to have them. It was only natural to turn into one, then.

Your children would get dragons. You would provide funds and as many children as you could, and House Targaryen the magic in their veins. Simple business transaction. But apparently, Daemon disagreed.

His face is thunderous. You can tell he is about to berate you. He starts talking, brows pinched together and an accusing finger pointed towards you.

Has he forgotten you do not speak his language? You step closer and poke his arm, hard.

It was the wrong choice. Daemon's face turns even more murderous. His lips twist into a snarl, teeth bared. His posture turns aggressive. He puffs up his chest, he advances on you. The Prince tries to intimidate you through his body language alone.

You are not a small woman. But you are young, and you do not train as much as he does. His looming over you feels menacing, and it reminds you once again of the fate his late wife was rumored to have suffered.

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. Daemon is forcing you to walk backwards, pushing your forehead and nose with his. You either move, or get a broken nose and a concussion.

Daemon is terrifying. You will not cross him again, you think to yourself. Only a fool goes around poking dragons with a stick. You feel your palms starting to sweat, a knot forming in your throat. You fight the urge to cry.

The back of your knees hits the mattress, and you fall into the furs with a small noise of surprise. Your husband does not lose any time. He gets right into your face, trying to intimidate you even more.

But if you hope to survive this marriage, to make it work as your father has requested, you can't bend. Daemon will never respect you if you do. He will see you as no more than a frightened girl, who will not disagree with him and serve for little beyond warming his bed. You are not that. You will build an empire, a dynasty out of his dragons and your wealth. The only thing you can do is persevere or break trying.

Daemon scowls at you. He notices the change in your eyes, the fight coming back to you.

“Daor.” You say, staring him down with all your might. It doesn't matter if you are lying down, and he is hovering over you, pinning you under him. You will triumph.

Daemon doesn't heed the warning. He starts tugging at the buttons of your bodice, tiny pearls sent flying all over the room. The gesture is as brutal as it is calculated. It is meant to remind you of your place, always under him from now on. Daemon has a right to your body, and he intends to exercise it as he sees fit. You are no more than an object, and if you cry or scream, it is not relevant.

Despite knowing why he is doing it, you can't avoid grimacing. He looks more beast than a man, snarling over you, ripping your clothes. It's a sight that would scare any woman, no matter how cold.

You look up at him. You give him your own little snarl. Daemon pauses. It's not the reaction he was expecting. He wanted you to cry. You would never give him the satisfaction.

It's a balancing act. You will have to bring him to heel, but soothe his pride in the next act, less he turns on you. Push away a man too much, and he will think you are disrespecting him. He will call you names, thinking you are the problem. Daemon feels entitled to you. You need to show him he is not, but that you are giving yourself to him. He needs to value you. The treasure to his dragon.

“Daor!” You say, firmly. You push him away. Whatever he anticipated, you giving him a fight wasn't something he was prepared for. It shows in the way he folds, stunned by your behavior. You give him hard little slaps to the chest, until you manage to get him off you.

Daemon's scowl turns more confused than angry. He looks at you as if you are a particularly challenging riddle to crack. He rightens his clothes and starts to retreat.

“Daor.” You repeat, grabbing at his shirt to keep him in place. You do not want him to leave.

Daemon wretches free from your grip on his arm. He mutters something, angered.

“Daor.” You use his trick against him, stepping right into his path and forcing him to back off. You use your body to make him advance backwards, toward the bed.

He sits on the edge of it, still scowling. You giggle, making Daemon madder still. You look at him with what you hope is a seductive expression and pull your bodice down.

“Bodmagho?” You ask him, as your dress pools around your feet, leaving you in a sheer shift. Daemon's eyes darken. His expression changes into an amused smile, and he gestures for you to come to him.

You do. You step closer and get on his lap. His hands envelop your waist, warm and calloused.

Then, the unexpected. Daemon grabs your hair and pulls, forcing your head back. You moan, pain and arousal mixing into an unknown emotion that makes the place between your legs slick.

You can feel his breath against your neck, making you shiver. His face comes closer, and closer. Daemon stares into your eyes, lips slightly parted. You mirror his expression, feeling as if you are being consumed by your lust.

He arches an eyebrow. Never been one to shy away from a challenge, you brush his lower lip with his thumb. Daemon parts his lips and sucks it in his mouth.

The shock must have shown on your face because he laughs, giving your thumb a playful bite. You squirm, instinct overpowering modesty, and roll your hips against his.

The two of you stare at each other. Closer, and closer, until his features blur, until two purple eyes turn into one. A dragon turned cyclops by the mere force of lust. There is hunger and want, and confusion. Both of you are so close that you are sharing the same air, the same breath. And Daemon pulls, and you are kissing, and you shake in his arms, feeling like how you think the gods must have felt when the cyclopes formed the lighting.

His hands go to greedily knead at your thighs, slipping under your shift. His palms feel rough against your skin, impatient. The shift rides up, up, up. You mewl against his mouth, desperately reaching for something unknown to you but that you know Daemon will help you reach.

You are restless as he pets you, biting at your mouth, hands sinking in his hair. You tug him towards your neck, knowing his kisses, scorching hot, would burn even sweeter along your nape and ears.

Daemon, though, has other plans. He pulls away and pecks you on the lips. “Vūjigon ” He says. He touches his mouth. “Vūjigon”

You kiss him, softly. “Vūjigon”

He pets your hair.

“Vūjigon.” And he points to his collarbones. You frown in confusion, thinking perhaps the word doesn't mean what you think it does. He sighs and leans in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the space between your collarbones.

“Vūjigon.” You perk up, and start kissing his shoulders. Your hands pull his shirt more open, letting you bite and lick more of his flesh. The urge to consume and be consumed is overpowering, making you desperate to touch him.

Daemon laughs. He pulls you upwards. Can't he see you are starving?

“Daor.” He says, when you try to go back to it. You give him your fiercest pout. Daemon tuts at you.

He squeezes one of your breasts, making you moan, before cruelly twisting the bud. You gasp, your nails digging on his naked shoulders.

“Shhh.” Daemon soothes you, his hand going to squeeze your breast tenderly once more. “Daor?”

You don't know how to tell him what you want, so you grab his hand and make him pinch the tender bud again. Daemon smiles. He kisses you, muttering something fervently on your lips.

He lays you down on the bed, despite your attempts to sit up. Daemon pins you down with a growl, hand on your chest.

You can't help it. No matter the warning, you squirm as if you were in pain. It certainly feels like it. There is some sort of hunger in your belly, making you want to rub your core against him. You can feel your shift starting to become wet right above your tailbone. Daemon has you so bothered you are dripping into the shift and the bed.

Daemon gives you another growl and leans down to bite your breast over the fabric of your shift. It's meant to be punishment, but you arch into it, gasping.

He laughs. He takes as much of it as it can fit in his mouth, sucking greedily. The noises are obscene. The sight must be, too. Your mouth, open, moaning yourself into a frenzy. Daemon, nipping, biting, sucking, like a man starved. Your shift with two giant wet spots, one at the chest and the other by your arse.

You moan, surprised at the feeling. You had never thought bodies could be used in such a way before. Nor had you hoped for him to please you so eagerly.

His lips close around your bud. His tongue twirls around it, lavishing it with attention. You grab at his hair, his nape, desperately trying to hold onto something. Daemon just sucks harder on your breast. You moan, and moan, and moan some more. Desperate little sounds, gathering in the air around a desperate girl.

He switches to your other breast. Your shift feels sticky on your skin, so you start trying to take it off. The task distracts you enough for his hand to find its way to your core, and you squeak at the first sensation of his fingers against it.

Daemon smiles against your skin. He presses a finger inside you, and you squeal some more. He lets go of your breast to better gaze into your overwhelmed face, seemingly getting an enjoyment out of it.

Another finger joins the first. You cry out. It stings a bit. Daemon shushes you, kissing your cheek. He rubs at something above your opening that makes you squirm in delight.

His other hand comes into your sight. Daemon makes a gesture, two fingers together, separating. You stare. He nuzzles you, his cheek against yours, before repeating it.

You nod with a pout.

He starts prying you open slowly, this time. Despite enjoying causing pain, it appears your cooperation has granted you privileges with Daemon. He understood the distress on your face, and read you correctly enough to know it was not going to go well if he kept going as he was.

Daemon rubs at your shoulders, soothingly. You understand you need to relax, and force your body to do so. He kisses you in reward, slow and sweet, coaxing you to him.

You nod again. Daemon moves back, settling himself by your side. He takes your shift away, pressing soft little kisses to each new inch of skin revealed.

The sudden removal of your last layer makes you shiver a little. Your skin is wet from his previous ministrations and rapidly cooling. You plaster yourself to him, seeking warmth.

He chuckles, grabbing your arse to move you slightly out of the way. You scowl, not sure why Daemon is doing so, until you realize he is taking off his breeches.

“Daemon.” You whisper, softly. There is a part of you that is already cringing at the promise of pain the loss of your maidenhead will bring.

“Daor?” He asks you, one of his hands petting your cunt. It makes you shiver.

“Bodmagho.” You grasp at his shoulders, steadying yourself. Daemon lines the two of you. You feel his member at your entrance, holding you open and threatening to spear you apart. It feels scorching against your skin.

He helps you impale yourself on his member. It's not pleasant at first. Property dictates that you should not let him see your discomfort. You should just bear it like a good wife and allow him to chase his pleasure unbothered.

But you know Daemon enjoys causing pain. He thrives on it. So you let your eyes fill with tears, and your face goes slack and overwhelmed.

He smiles. He licks your tears away, and mumbles something. You squeal, and it only excites him more.

“Bodamagho.” Daemon pinches the flesh on your hip, clearly calling you to focus. His hands move your pelvis back and forth, back and forth, until you are hissing in pleasure, your hands on his chest, doing the movement yourself.

“Vūjigon.” You demand, moving your hips just like he taught you. Daemon is too focused on aiding you bounce by thrusting upwards to pay attention to you. When he doesn't obey, you give a tug to his hair.

He snarls at you. You snarl back. So he grabs your wrists and pushes sideways, and suddenly, you are under him and Daemon is still thrusting into you.

You are desperate for closeness. You scrunch up your face and wrap your legs around his back. Daemon looks down at you, and bites your shoulder. He is not pleased with your perceived attempt to take control.

Realizing your mistake, you shake your head.

“Daor.” You rub at his back with your foot, gently. You hold him close, and nuzzle his neck, delighting in his scent. Never you had thought before you would enjoy the smell of sweat and some sort of aromatic oil, yet here you are. “Vūjigon.”

Daemon's expressions softens. He leans in and gives you a kiss. You make pleased, chirping noises, trying to show him that was precisely what you wanted.

He complies, releasing your hands. You enthusiastically hug him. It helps you anchor yourself against the unrelenting waves of pleasure.

His hands, now freed from yours, are everywhere. Twisting your buds, rubbing at your pearl, squeezing your waist. Daemon whispers nonsense in your ears, takes the lobe between his teeth. He aids you, tilting your hips with his hands, reaching deeper.

You heard a story once, about Westeros. A white hart was said to come to the greatest Kings alive. A magnificent beast, tall as a man, with skin made of the purest snow and antlers as long and imposing as the branches of an ancient tree. If a King encountered it, it was a good omen for his rule. It would be just and prosperous, blessed by the Gods.

What did they do with the hart? Keep it in Kingswood, perhaps? You had made the mistake of asking, once. You had been told that they used the best spear they had. That men held the hart down, and they gutted it from head to belly.

The perfect, regal beast, fur as pale as snow. The pristine white sheets under you. Blood tainting the white. What a way to go.

You understood then why they called it a small death. You were sweating, squealing like a beast being gutted, thighs trembling under Daemon's hands. It was too much and too little, and you felt yourself reaching it, yearning for it.

You did not care if you burned, moth to a flame, maiden to a dragon. Daemon seemed to realize it because his hand went to rub at your pearl, and he leaned in.

“….” He was talking, but it was in that strange language of his, and your ears were ringing, you felt about to explode. Your body responded to his tone, though. Gentle, loving, coaxing you over the edge with a scream so fierce you might as well have been one of those weeping women that appeared far north.

Daemon grinned at you. A fierce, proud expression, eyes crinkling in the corners. You pulled him into a kiss, and raked your nails down his back, feeling the skin yield like butter under your fingers. It spurred him on, and with a gasp and a bite to your shoulder, Daemon was shattering inside you.

He collapsed on top of you with a laugh. You smiled. Daemon pulled you to rest, back flush against his chest, and you understood each other better than those who spoke the same, common tongue, did.

guys my old account is like broken 😭 but it's still me. old account is now @puzziepoppin2 but it won't let me tag it. time to start reposting😋

watching HotD finale with my mom and the whole time i'm thinking "Daemon is so hot i want his mouth on me"

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON MASTERLIST —

Credits to @anitalenia for dividers

🕯️= NSFW

🩰= Fluff

💭 = Angst

• SERENDIPITY - jacaerys velaryon x stark!reader | As Lord Cregan Stark’s most trusted adviser and sister, she had stayed by his side as the prince of the realm made his petitions for support of his mothers claim and to help aid their side in the war. Though, the prince had more of an effect on the younger stark sibling than the other. 🕯️🩰💭

• THE BURN WITHIN - jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader | Ever since you could remember, you’ve hated Jacaerys. He was annoying and not to mention, a bastard. After your brother lost his eye at the hands of Jace and his brother, you truly despised him. Many years of being apart pass and he and his family are back in kings landing. May his return spark something deep inside you?

• SERVE ME- aemond targaryen x maid!reader | you’re aemond’s favorite maid, his favorite maid gets special treatment if she does right by him. 🕯️

• WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW - davos blackwood x bracken!reader | The long-going feud between house’s Blackwood and Bracken won’t stop her from loving the man her heart desires, even if he is on the other side of the dispute. 🕯️🩰

• DELICATE TOUCHES - davos blackwood x betrothed!reader | After Davos gets himself into a fight with another, his betrothed helps him clean up his cuts and bruises. Her soft touches only made him fall harder for his beautiful wife-to-be. 🩰

• GETTING CAUGHT W/ JACE 🕯️

• JACE TAKING HIS ANGER OUT ON YOU 🕯️

• SNEAKING AROUND W/ DAVOS 🕯️

Can I request Daemon letting the reader ride him while she wears his jousting helmet?

You In My Helm. // Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Daemon catches you trying on his helm, and fucks you while you wear it. Pairing: Daemon x Reader. Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, reader wears his helmet, riding, daemon FTW, female reader.

You had always been interested in Daemon’s helmet, whenever you saw him in it, the familiar feeling of arousal rose in your belly. Perhaps it was how intimidating he looked in it, you didn’t know, and you didn’t care.

Returning to your shared chambers after a long day of your duties, you notice his helm sitting on his desk. Curious, your hands run over the cool steel, and the soft hair that made the helm his.

Seeing as you were all alone, you thought it okay to slip it over your head, situating it so it was comfortable. Making your way to the mirror, you looked at yourself, biting at your lip, and a similar feeling rose in your belly. Hand drifting down to the crotch of your dress, where you whimper at the slightest of pleasure, unaware of the looming presence peaking through the door.

“My love,” Daemons teasing voice echoed through the chamber as he made himself known. You quickly made it look normal, but he wasn’t convinced.

“You look ravishing in my helmet,” He begins, walking over to you. Daemons hands run over your sides, tracing the curves of your body with gentle, feather-like touches that made you shiver.

“Please.” You whispered, and he let out a small laugh.

“Please, what?” Daemon says, his voice mocking.

“Please fuck me, Daem,” You respond, eyebrows furrowed. Daemon doesn’t hesitate, sliding off his belt and slipping out of his top. “You’re going to keep the helmet on, and ride me.” He demands, laying on the bed, and you know the drill.

Your shaking hands go to shed him of his pants, and his undergarments, along with yours.  You kept your dress on as you straddled his lap, grinding your hips against his as you kiss him passionately on the lips.

His wet cock slips through your folds as you grind, and you whimper as he comes in contact with your clit.

“Put me in,” Daemon commands again, and you abide.

You adjust him and slide onto his length, with a long, satisfied moan.

To shock you, he thrusts his hips upward and you let out a squeal of pleasure. “Fuck!” Your shaky voice comes out.

“Move, love.” Daemon grunts and you begin desperately moving up and down, small noises of pleasure rolling from your tongue.

“Look at you, my beautiful girl, fucking herself on my cock.” He says, hands gripping your hips to make your movements more intense. “You like using me for your pleasure, huh, girl?” Daemon speaks again.

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes.” You loudly exclaim, your pace quickening. He’s satisfied with this, moving his hand down to rub at your bundle of nerves, your head throwing back as you come down harder. 

Daemons hips meet yours as you thrust together, explicit noises of your wetness fill the room, and the repetitive slapping of your sweaty bodies together.

His other hand moves from your hip, and wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you down in a heated kiss.

He smirks as you moan loudly into his mouth with each thrust, the helmet is slightly uncomfortable for the both of you, but that is the last concern, melting into him as he fucks you from beneath. The coil in your stomach builds up and up, and Daemon can tell you are close with how desperately you grind on his hand and cock.

You bite down on his shoulder as you come, your head spinning as pleasure spreads through every nerve in your body, and soon after his pace becomes erratic and sloppy, shooting his cum deep inside you with a relieved sigh as he milks your walls.

“Seeing you in my helmet, well played.” He laughs, pulling you from his lap to his side, taking the helmet off and putting the covers over the two of you.

Help

A few weeks ago I was reading this fic and I can't find it anymore. It was about a Scarlet Witch! Reader who crossed universes to the HOTD one and saved Lucerys when he was like, in a beach or something. It was so good, and at the time it had like, 3 chapters??? I can't for the life of me remember the name nor find it. Send help pls.