#alpha rhaenyra x omega reader smut

[howyouloveyourdragon]

alpha rhaenyra x omega dragonseed headcanons or other format if preferred. dragonseed saves rhaenyra from execution & aegon the young (where they meet for the first time) and rhaenyra decides that she needs to bring the last person with a adult dragon at the moment closer (marriage more than likely) and reward her. I would assume cannibal is the one who would be left to claim.

ooOo thank you for your request, honestly i'm really liking dragonseed reader, i also gave reader a bit of a Rhaenys moment, hope you don't mind

try not to squint too hard if you're not a book reader because I wasn't sure how to make it vague enough in some parts for both fandoms when it came to the escape. the dance takes place over a year's time where Aegon III is 9/10 to my knowledge but currently in the show where the dance is beginning he is only 4

i would be happy to write more on Aegon and reader's dynamic if you'd like but i won't be opening my requests for a little while yet so it would be quite short if i do in-between, maybe just some scenarios

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔬𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰: 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 (𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫к)

this got a bit long so i hope you liked it, i loved your prompt! (might base a fic on this if you don't mind? (👀)

Rhaenyra stared ahead, not yet ready to accept her fate but she would stand like the Queen she knew herself to be and hold her head high and eyes staring fiercely up at the dragon currently waiting for command

but when suddenly glass shattered and sprayed across the large hall and in the stead of her enemy's confident expression, it was fearful

her eyes trailed back to find a vaguely familiar face atop none other than the cannibal, arguably the most dangerous dragon she had ever known

her mind started circling with every question imaginable and when you glide through the sea of reinforcements who try to guard her for all the wrong reasons, she swears she has already died and is in the in-between of life and death

but in a burst of euphoria, you charge through the inhabitants of the castle and take no notice as Cannibal swallows them whole

it startles something in her as she glances about the room, unsure whether she can occupy a weapon

a blood splattered sword is before her and she clutches it quickly before joining your assault, striking the man's leg who held her youngest son, Aegon captive in his unworthy paws

she snatches him up and tries to soothe his stress

only when you are sure that you can see her do you stop and sweep down from your rampaging dragon and tug at her and Aegon, unbothered by the blood covering you all

you don't have time to allow Cannibal and Rhaenyra to acquaint themselves properly before you seize her into your arms and mount yourselves onto Cannibal, Aegon sat between you

the journey isn't what she thinks of as you soar across the sky, instead it is the awakening scent that hits her when her arms wrap tightly around your waist

"We are almost there, my Queen." You inform her anxiously but she is too busy imagining how your hair would look wrapped in her fingers to care

if she had it her way you would never land, you would stay wrapped up in her arms forever

rescuing the rightful Queen of Westeros was the most nerve-wracking experience of your life, to no one's surprise but when you land and her arms are still around you, you think this moment might be a quick second

guiding her off your dragon, your arms interlaced, you notice as her fingers linger against his pitch dark scales

"He is beautiful." She comments. "Have you named him?"

"Azantys." You answer. (Warrior) "It is only fair his name fits his title." Her brows furrow.

"How do you know High Valyrian?" You don't answer for a minute but she doesn't push you.

"I only know a few words, nothing more." She smiles at you and squeezes your hand.

"Then I shall have to teach you, sweetling."

Azantys is not fond of you leaving him but once assured that you will return, he settles

It had not been long since she set foot on Dragonstone but instead of feeling safe she felt shadowed by her failure of seizing the throne

she has to swallow this when she finally reaches her chambers after instructing her remaining men to urge you access of personal chambers of your own

all throughout the night she is haunted by guilt and pain but she does not intend to give up–no, she will not let her children's lives to have been taken in vain

she doesn't sleep that night but when day breaks she sprints to bathe away the soot, blood and dirt collected over her

after hours spent in the tub she finally dresses herself, when she hears a knock she expects to see her son

but when she calls, you appear, as haggard as she and it takes all will in her body to to run and thank you, instead she stares and takes you in for the first time

you're smiling weakly at her as you close the doors and curtsy she tosses her hand back and forth in dismissal

"None of that, sweetling." She tells you, stepping close enough to embrace your arms in either hand. she needs you to see the sincerity in her eyes. "You have saved a Queen and future King of Westeros, we are far beyond propriety."

then she lets her nose breathe you in and she realises why she is so drawn to you, she tries to smile at you but only a twitch of her upper lip occurs much to her frustration

you only soothe her, stroking a hand through her coarse white hair

you spend the rest of the day with her in her chambers, starting with brushing through her hair

she's never felt so cared for before

Rhaenyra also comes to find out that you have been caring for Aegon while she rested which makes her relieved, she knows that he is possibly the last of her kin and

by the day's end she requests you stay, it isn't nearly appropriate but she needs you, you have to see that don't you?

and so this is how your time with her continues, coaxing her into discussing with her remaining fighters and council members

she has been betrayed and beaten, she can take so much more

she looks at you one evening and it's as if it clicks into place, she finally asks the question you have been anticipating for months

before enacting upon her budding feelings for you, she will watch as you play and look after Aegon with her, she finally feels as though the gods have blessed her with a family again though the grief for her other children and husband still burns bright

"Do you...know what an omega is, darling?" Her voice is wavering and tentative. You suck in a sharp breath and nod bashfully, she finds it endearing. Her fingers carefully stroke against your cheek and she leans in close. "I suspect you are one." Her words are a carefully constructed whisper that shoot goosebumps over your skin. When she notice your lack of response and how you swallow any upcoming words, she presses a long confident kiss to your cheek and draws away from you just as easily

Your Targaryen Queen chooses to finally share her meals with you and Aegon in the dining hall, her paranoia subsiding as the person who saved

you're her protector now and she procures you as the leader of her Queensguard

however you act me as a companion than a guard and it is clear that your occupation is not all that matters to you

she slowly adjusts to her freedoms and diminishes her paranoia within your presence but only when you're with her, people have betrayed her before, she needs her loyal protector at all times

and eventually one morning she orders a meeting to be held and at the end she doesn't care that she shocks them

"You want to marry?"

"Whyever not?" She countered. "She rides one of the most valuable of our assets not to mention she saved my life. I intend to keep her favour."

"Even so, we are in a time of war, what should–"

"Precisely." Rhaenyra interrupted him. "We are in a time of war and she has pledged her allegiance to a currently losing cause. She must be rewarded." After her piercing glare, no one argues with her and she doesn't care for their whispers.

When she met with you again it was with a fierce kiss to your lips and a mixture of true and false promises

your ceremony is quicker than she would have liked but she has little choice in the matter if she wants to keep her supporters

with your darling cannibal dragon's consent, she has taken into her arms both a wife and a new Queen

if she wins the war she will decree that you rule beside her and not just as her consort but her equal, she will also fight to have you legitimised if you are a bastard

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she won't take you until your wedding night, she wants to maintain your respect and honour you

both her previous husbands died, she wouldn't be surprised if you were not entirely sure on this match

she might be a little insecure at first and hesitate but it takes little to coax her into a sense of security

she doesn't care about whether you are experienced or not, it doesn't affect her. no preference

traditionally i see Rhaenyra as a dom but in this state of circumstances i think she's a switch but the first night she lets you take the lead

her favourite position after marriage with you is literally called 'Queening' or as most people call it 'face-sitting'

it gives her that sense of control she desires while still letting a pretty equal power-play whether she's on bottom or top

she likes having you rut against her thigh as well but she will not be interested in any sexual activity in public whether or not she was before the war, everyone has their eyes on her and she doesn't have time for judgment

if she wins the war, she will take you in every area of the castle with the libido of two bunnies together

she likes teasing you and edging but she might overstimulate you if you act out

she is very vocal during sex and praises you as if you gifted her the sun and moon to her

i don't know if there is a proper term for it but i feel like she would have a kink for a hot atmosphere while using cold objects in your marital bed

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[buckysunshine]

lost in the fire – house of the dragon

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader, Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader (tho no threesome)

Warnings: Smut (18+) ! A/B/O dynamics (just the heat aspect there’s no official alphas or omegas), Unprotected sex, Bareback riding, Public Sex, A little dub-con (the heat making her decisions for her), Incest (Uncle and niece, Step-dad and step-daughter). You have been warned!

Even though this is pure smut I can’t help myself and wrote in romance. AKA I’m a sucker for intimacy and pining. 

Synopsis: The Targaryens is a special kind of house. The reason for their advancement stems from a family secret. Unfortunately for you, the mystery comes to light in the most wretched circumstance – while in captivity. 

(Basically reader goes into heat while in imprisonment by the Greens. Reader is a Strong bastard, but won the genetic lottery of inheriting silver hair. Daemon is not the reader’s biological dad! But Aemond is her uncle.)

Word Count: 4.4K

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Your visits to King's Landing were rare. The few times you went, you were always accompanied by your brothers or Daemon. As the only daughter, your mother, Rhaenyra, is awfully protective of you. Though, you understand your mother's protectiveness. The Greens weren't exactly kind to your family the time you lived there, especially now that you're just unofficial visitors to the palace the moment your house left for Dragonstone.

But this time, you went alone, and the one time you did by the Gods would have it – you were captured and taken as prisoner. 

It was your fault, really. It has been a while since you've met with your grandsire. You shared a special bond with the man. To everyone else, he was king, but to you, he was just your old man who enjoyed telling his stories for hours at a time. Until he got too weak to speak. The last time you saw him, he wasn't well, and it broke your heart to leave so soon. You wished to say your goodbyes before it was too late.

So you left on dragonback unescorted, only intending for a short visit. You had an inclination it was soon, but not this soon.

Now you're trapped and alone in King's Landing. A tool for the Hightowers to bargain with your mother. The only thing keeping you sane is the secret trips Daemon managed to sneak in every fortnight. 

"Princess."

Daemon ascends in his black cloak. He sheds it to greet you with a soft smile as always, and as always, you embrace him. You savored his presence. He had to travel in secret, leaving Caraxes behind, making the travel time painstakingly longer. Your rendezvous with him are the only time you experience affection in isolation. Something you regret taking advantage of. 

Daemon knew the secret passages hidden in the Red Keep, and the only place he could safely meet with you was a hidden chamber deep within the kingdom's walls at night. 

"Please tell me you're here to take me away now."

He pulls back from your embrace to cup your face in his hands. You frown at the familiar apologetic look he gives you.

"I'm sorry, princess. As per your mother's orders, it is not yet time."

Dismay spikes in your chest at the thought of being trapped here for other days at a time. Rhaenyra has kept you here for her plan to take back the throne. You know it hurt your mother more to leave you here, but with the persuasion from her council, her plans now involve you and your stay in King's Landing. They somehow turned your imprisonment into an unexpected advantage.

When news broke of your capture, war nearly broke out. It took great effort from the council, your brothers, and even Queen Alicent ensuring your safety to hold your mother and Daemon back from burning King's Landing to the ground. You trust your mother; deep down, you know she would never let harm come to you. And as her kin, you would do anything to support your mother's claim to the Iron Throne, even if it meant playing the role of the lonely prisoner.

"I've brought letters from your brothers." Daemon fished them from his satchel, offering them to you as a small comfort.

You fight back tears as you read the letters. Not a day passed when you didn't miss your brothers. Worry crept into your heart about their safety, especially now with the brink of war. You cherish every written word, for they always end up burned and destroyed to eliminate any trace of evidence. 

You flip through the papers until you reach a picture.

Daemon peers over your shoulder, chuckling at the appearance of the illustration. "Little Joffrey wanted to send you something as well. His writing still needs improvement, but he did his best with a handmade portrait just for his sister."

You clutch Joffrey's portrait of Tessaryon, your dragon. Ever since you've been captured, they have kept Tessaryon chained in the Dragon Pit, never to be seen again. 

The hole in your chest grows deeper each day, and it finally rips through you in salty tears.

Daemon comforts you, rubbing circles on your back. "Shh... I know, princess. If it were up to me, you would be long gone here and back home already. Even burn this place while I'm at it."

Amid your tears, you laugh at his constrained threat, and the sincerity gives you comfort. Daemon holds you a little while longer. Despite your want to stay like this until his leave, the need to speak about the growing concern that's been troubling your mind breaks your resolve.

Speaking of, you peel yourself away from your step-father, gathering the courage to speak on it.

Immediately, he senses your apprehension. "What is it?"

You clench and unclench your fists before finally muttering, "There's something wrong with me. Something's not right."

Daemon advances toward you, and instinctively you take a step back. His face dims at your retrieve. "Are you hurt? Do you need the maesters?"

"No, no." You shake your head, wincing at the thought. "All I need is my mother. I need to go back." 

Daemon sighs, uncertainty dreading down on him. "I can't help you if I don't know the problem, princess."

Chewing on your lip, you contemplate the best way to say it without painting yourself in the worst picture possible.

"Something is burning inside me." You begin to speak despite your voice coming out shaky. You rest your palm on your stomach to steady yourself. "Mother told me about it. If the fire inside me grows brighter than I could take, then I am to run to her. It's happening, Daemon. I feel it inside me, and I don't know how long I could hide it."

Your voice breaks at the last sentence. Head hung low, you dare peek at your step-father's expression. You fear it would hold fear, disgust, or even pity, but it only kept concentration and calm. If it was a mask, you could not tell.

He was quiet for a while, fingers toying with Dark Sister. Finally, he breaks his silence with a question. "What do you feel?"

"Hot." was your immediate response. Even now, you feel your temperature burning.

"And what more?" He adjusts his weight, hips shifting. 

Now you're the one who doesn't speak. If Daemon knew the extent of your symptoms, he would surely leave immediately.

"Tell me."

His tone was urgent but careful. The look he fixes on you is something you don't recognize anymore.

You swallow down your fear. "I feel hungry… for something I do not know."

"This hunger, show me where you feel it."

Unsure of what exactly he meant, you touch your heart. "Here." Then came next was your neck, "sometimes I feel it here," and lastly, your touch travels south to your core, "but I feel it most here."

Your hand only hovers over your clothed core, but even that is enough to produce slick. The thing you've been trying so hard to avoid for days now. 

"You're in heat." 

Daemon speaks decisively, taking slow, cautious steps toward you. "Chosen women in our family have them. It's nothing to be afraid of. Those who experience them birth the best of us. From them came our family's greatest kings, the most fearsome warriors. Your heat is a blessing."

With every word he speaks, your mind spins with the revelation.

He settles right in front of you, a distance smaller than usual. He reaches for your hand, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. "It's been decades since the last one. We thought they died out, yet here you are."

Confused about your purpose, you ask, "Then what do I do?"

"Do whatever you want." He drops your hand. "Whatever you think would help."

Daemon assumed you would use your fingers to alleviate the burning in your core. He'd watch and make sure you were doing it right. 

But what he did not anticipate is you taking his face in your hands.

Heeding his advice, you did the one thing you'd been craving for weeks. You touch his face. The feel of Daemon's skin gave you a sense of relief. The fire burning inside made you hungry for touch, and the skinship immediately made you feel better. 

Your eyes flutter close at the contact, ease setting in your bones at the feel of him.

Daemon's breath hitched at his throat, but he did not pull away. "That helps?"

You faintly nod. The relief was nice, but it didn't last long, and soon you were craving something more. 

Taking notice, he presses his temple against yours. A loving gesture he thought to be innocent. It was his little way of showing his affection.

You open your eyes and come face to face with Daemon's, and you’re overcome by the itch to touch more. Delicately, your thumb strokes his cheek, tracing his eyelid, which closes at your touch, the slope of his nose, and his bottom lip; you find yourself lingering at his lips.

"Princess…"

"Do whatever you want. Whatever you think would help."

And you did, so you leaned in to kiss him. Stunned, he tugs away, but you wrap your arms around his neck, blocking his escape. You slip your tongue inside, yearning to taste him, to feel him.

Daemon presses back until your back hits a wall, but you cling to him, kiss unbreaking and never heaving. His arm slams leaning on the wall, and the other finds its way to your waist. Any fight he had before dissolves at your determination, your heat affecting him as well. 

He bites your lip, from tasting your mouth to your neck. He licks a stripe underneath the slope of your ear. "Feel it here too?"

You nod feverish, back arching to give him more access. Impatiently, you grip Daemon's hair, take his hand, and lead it where you need it most.

Taking the hint, he ruffles your dress up, and soon his fingers slip inside your undergarments. You're a mewling mess now, moans escaping your lips willfully. He circles your soaked bud considerately, causing another strip of slick to wet your thighs before finally sinking inside you.

You hold on to his shoulders, legs shaky. He plunges his fingers in and out your cunt, and embarrassing sounds of wet flesh fill the empty chamber. You moan with every prod. 

With your release nearing close, you decided to reach for the stars – and you grope his cock. 

A decision that proved to be a mistake. 

With your touch, Daemon withdraws his fingers inside you and pulls away.

You cry out at the ruined climax. You were so close, and now you're back to zero.

Both breathing heavily, Daemon's actions still. His hands remain frozen. Confused, you lean in to kiss him again, but he only pulls away. You don't understand. He remains hard and, until now, willing to bed you, but now he can't even look at you.

Instead, he grabs your wrist, and you wince at the tight grip. He puts them at your eye level. "Use your fingers to help you with your heat. Like what I did."

He led them to your mound, urging you to try yourself. Hesitantly, you touch yourself, trying your best to mimic how he did it. It helped, but it was nothing to how Daemon's fingers worked for you. 

Frustrated, you whine, pulling out. "It's not enough. I need you, Daemon."

You reach to touch him again, but he backs away, putting distance between you. Your heart breaks at the space. Did you do something wrong? He turns his back on you in an attempt to collect himself.

"Daemon?" you called out, concerned.

He let out a mountain of curses in high valyrian before facing you again. He flips his black cloak back on his head. 

"Come." He holds his hand out, and you take it immediately. He starts walking, and shortly, he's picking up the pace, and you try your best to keep up.

"Where are we going?"

He doesn't answer. Soon you're somewhere away, but it wasn't somewhere new. Dread filled you at the sight of the familiar door.

"No. I'm not going back, not right now." You stop in your tracks, refusing to enter the room once more.

"You were gone too long. It's time to head back." 

Daemon opens the secret passage to your chambers – your prison. You resist, but he tugs you along anyway. 

He settles you on your bed. "I will return soon. For now, use your fingers to get through your heat. Do not leave your room. Do you understand me?"

He spoke with such force you felt fear of being left alone again. You frown, not responding and not looking at him, either. 

You know you don't have the luxury of time. Daemon's treading a fine line; you could be caught any moment now. 

In distress, he grabs your neck. "Do you understand me, princess?"

Shocked, you nod, tears swelling up again. Daemon's resolve softens at the sight, guilt weighing his heart down. He’s a fucked up mess now.

He removes his hands from you and gently wipes the fallen tears away. "The next time I return, I'm taking you with me." 

He sealed his promise with a kiss on your temple, and just like a flicker, he was gone. Disappeared within the walls of the castle.

You lie there dumbfounded, abandoned in the dark. The throbbing between your legs grew more prominent with the unfinished business. 

He really left you.

The disbelief turned into frustration and shame and soon festered into anger. You knew your fingers wouldn't be enough this time, and you'll be damned if you let Daemon tease you for nothing.

Despite his warnings, you leave the bed and wander the halls looking for the man. At this point, Daemon would be by Blackwater Bay about to board his boat, and getting through the hidden passages would only get you lost, so you settle on getting there through the main route. 

The darkness of the night cloaked your disheveled state, and your bare feet masked the sounds of your hurried steps. 

Frantic and mind clouded by lust, you find yourself in the godswood occupied by a lurking patron. You hardly noticed the figure hiding in the shadows until you collided with its solid chest.

You wince at the impact, holding out your hands to steady yourself. 

"Y/n."

The familiar deep voice reels you back into the present. Aemond stands tall with his hands clamped against his back, as usual, face annoyingly stoic. His intimidating stance makes you feel small in the dark.

"Uncle." You manage to greet back, caught off guard by his presence.

You should have known better. In addition to the dozen guards watching your every move, Aemond took it upon himself to personally keep you in your place. Always looking, constantly checking.

Despite his constant presence, you find it hard to look your uncle's face in the eye. The one eye is usually filled with contempt, but at this moment, it searches your face with intrigue and skepticism until it strays down to your bosom.

"Pray tell where are you off to at this late hour? And in such a rush, you forget your indecency." He tsked mockingly. 

Your face turns warm, and you quickly cover up your exposed flesh with silver hair. In your haste, you carelessly left your quarters with only your night shift, the thin fabric barely covering your figure.

"I… could not find sleep. I fancied a walk. That is all."  

You don't look at him as you say it. If you did, he'd see right through you. Instead, you stare off in the distance with your arms crossed, a piss attempt to somehow protect yourself.

He hums at your answer before stepping forward, invading your space. 

"You're lying." 

Without warning, he raises one hand behind his back and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You gasp at the sudden contact.

He leans in, sneering. "If you're going to lie, at least have the decency to say it to my face, or don't say shit at all."

You grasp his arm, clawing to get away from him. "Release me." You grit out.

"I'll ask you again. What are you doing?" His grip on you only tightens. It irritates you greatly that he can keep you captive with just one arm. "What is it that you're planning? Is your traitor mother here to get you? Planning to take the crown, hm?" 

You continue to struggle against him, concern increasing at the realization that the wetness between your legs is growing from the harsh touch of Aemond's skin.

Thinking fast, you recall Jacaery's training. You flip Aemond's elbow and quickly follow it up with a shove. And just because you're rarely presented with such an opportunity, you also hit his nose with your head. Hard. 

He stumbles, startled at the ambush. Still, a hint of a smirk plays at his lips.

You manage to get away, glaring at the imposing man. "Trust me, the crown is furthest from my mind right now." 

Before your mind is wholly overturned by your heat, you turn to flee, but with swift feet, Aemond seizes you. 

"You're not leaving."

He pins you against the large tree in the middle of the garden, wrapping his hand around your neck to keep you in place.

And with that, you all but lost control.

A moan escapes your lips. The pressure of his palm on your neck, coupled with his body weight leaning against yours, is enough to give your touch-starved body pleasure.

Aemond freezes at the sound, the noise echoing in the quiet garden. Bewildered, he pulls back to study your face. At this point, your eyes are fully dilated, breath coming uneasy and legs clamped tighter than a mangled knot. 

He presses on your neck once more, and unwillingly you let out another needy moan. 

"You're in heat." He realizes, disbelief painted on his features.

"Yes." You hissed out. "So either you do something about it or let me go find someone else who will."

For a moment, his perfectly practiced mask falls, and his grip on you loosens. Just when you thought you'd be free, he slots his thigh between your legs, pinning your bottom against him.

"Aemond." You gasp at the sudden pressure. You grip his thigh, unsure if you want to pull it away or ride it.

He leans down to take in your scent. "I thought they were only legends. A child’s tale. I read about them, the things the heat does to the woman and the greatness that comes after.” He presses down more, and you almost buckle to your knees. "You're never going to find someone who can properly take care of this, sweet niece."

Daemon. The thought grows more distant the more Aemond floods your senses.

With both hands, he lifts your face towards him. 

"Allow me the honor." He whispers, breath fanning your face. 

The pressure was too much to bear, and you couldn't take it anymore. You make a move and lean in to take his mouth into yours. He receives you immediately, tongue already slipping inside to greet yours.

Like him, his kiss is unrelenting.

Panting, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His mouth traveled down to kiss your jaw, settling on tasting and nipping at the skin of your neck. Your back arch at the sensation.

You pull away just enough to mumble in a daze, "take me to bed, Aemond."

He lifts your legs to wrap around his hips, and you revel at the feel of his cock straining hard against his breeches. You nearly humped him right there and then.

You expect him to carry you into his chambers, but he turns the other way and settles you down to the ground underneath the shadow of the evergreen. He discards his coat and lays it beneath your back, protecting you from the sharp prickle of the grass.

He leans back to take you in. 

You lay there sprawled open to him. Only illuminated by the moonlight, you look ethereal. Your silver hair shines despite being scattered on the earth, and your skin glows with fever and anticipation. You look unworldly. Inhuman. Like an unclaimed dragon. 

Aemond had never seen something so captivating.

"What are you…." You reach up to feel him again, desperate for his touch.

His hands caress your legs, lifting your night shift further until your bottoms are exposed to him. He grips your inner thigh, blood pumping with excitement.

"No time. You need release now."

His slender fingers find you, and he plays with the wetness he finds there. Aemond's manhood nearly bursts at the feel of your supple skin. He wastes no time exploring your heat. You whimper at the intrusion, grateful for the sensation but yearning for more, for something bigger. 

He leans down to kiss you once more. "Patience, dōna mirre."

Before you know it, he dips down, head in between your legs and mouth on you. You stifle a scream that would surely wake the entirety of King’s Landing. Aemond groans against your cunt, mouth lapping at the continuous flow of sweet nectar. A taste no man could resist, driving anyone to addiction. It did not take long for you to reach your first release of the night. 

Aemond only ascends when you push his head away, skin still sensitive from fighting his incessant tasting.

He makes quick work of his trousers, taking his cock out. He strokes it as he watches you come down from your high. Slender arms cover your face, chest heaving at the impact of your release. 

Gently, he brushes a nipple, and instantly, it hardens.

"Gods."

With a tug, he reveals your breasts, ripping away at any fabric that dares cover you from him. You yelp at the quick removal, skin shivering at the cold air. While he's distracted by your naked body, you take the opportunity to take hold of the flesh poking your thighs.

He groans at your touch, hips thrusting for more. 

"So needy."

You bite your lip, wanting more. "Please, uncle."

He leans back, gaze fixed down to where his cock slides between your folds, slick coating every inch of him. "Is this what you want, sweet girl?"

"Yes, yes." You preen desperately. 

He remains sliding his cock on your glistening pussy, bud nearly aching at the little friction. He could do it. Slide right inside you so easily. With your wetness he wouldn’t have to fight any resistance. Just tight slick heat waiting to swallow him. 

But even with the sheer desire radiating off him, you sense a hint of hesitation holding him back.

"Aemond?" You call out to him, concerned.

His gaze snaps back to yours, face suddenly serious. "Once I break your virtue, no husband will take you. No husband means no allies. No allies mean no crown. Is that what you want?"

He speaks sense, and you should likely listen for your own good. But you find it hard to comprehend the future ahead of you. It might be your heat making you delirious, but all you want is now, and all you want is Aemond.

You take hold of his hand, placing a tender kiss on his palm. "Then wed me. Make me your wife," 

Aemond's heart sputters at the proposition. Everything his family has been building for would come crumbling down if he said yes; the war he's been fighting for would be for nothing, but all that didn't make the offer any less appealing.

You sense the pause your words had on him, so you continue speaking. "or just fuck me and forget me. Aōha iderennon, issa prince. "

With a curse, he makes his choice. He presses at your entrance, plunging deeper until he's satiated inside you. "Fuck." 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as satisfaction finally seeps into your bones. Aemond's thrusts start slow and careful but soon gain momentum, until he's relentlessly pumping into you.

Aemond lifts your leg to hook to his hips, pulling you closer. Holding each other, your hands never leave his skin. His back, his behind, his hair. You were always touching him one way or another. He rests his weight by his arms, face buried in your neck. 

"Aemond.." you moan his name, wanting to see him, you lift his face from your nape.

For the first time, you faced him, and his eye held no contempt. Your breath is taken away at the sight. The once harsh lines of his face turned into something delicate, and the fixed frown he wore every day no longer tainted his handsome features. At this moment, he is beautiful.

You trace the prominent scar, mindful of his trauma. You remember the night it happened so vividly, and never would have thought it all would lead to this.

He flinches at your touch, head rearing back. He was still within reach, so you coax him back by stroking his jaw instead, coupling it with a flush of your hips and light kisses. He relaxes, and this time you reach for his eyepatch. You lock gazes with him, silently asking for permission. You wanted to see him in all his vulnerability. 

He only closes his eye, face stilling to let you remove the leather. And with a flick of your wrist, the veil falls to the ground.

In all his glory, you see Aemond Targaryen for who he is. 

The wounded eye was stripped of any skin on his left eyelid, leaving a bright shining sapphire eye in its place. You heard rumors of the one-eye second son and his sapphire eye. Only a few saw it; the majority that didn't deny its existence, but the ones that did spoke of its haunting beauty. 

But you did not see it for long. With only just a few seconds, Aemond hides his face back into your neck. 

Flashes of insecurity pierce Aemond's heart. He's never been this intimate with anyone, and he certainly did not foresee it to be with the sister of the man that maimed him. He's starting to fear he'll find himself far in the deep end, unsuspecting of the waters he plunged into. He plans to make you cum quickly, determined to distract you from his shame.

But you don't allow it. With a shift of your weight, you roll over, pinning him against the tree's bark. Now you're the one on top, and you hold his shoulders down, making him look up to you. Aemond's throat dries at the sight of you mounted on top of him.

“Y/n-”

"Look at me."

The power in your voice makes him obey. Once your eyes lock, you search for a hint of trust, and once you're sure he's not to pull away again, you start riding him. You roll your hips, moving to hit the spot inside you. He supports you with gentle touches on your back and tweaks to your nipples.

Aemond watches in awe, letting you chase your climax. In your state, he is clearly reminded that like him, you're a dragon rider. A rightful Targaryen. You move like you ride a dragon — confident, strong, and in control. 

It makes his cock hard.

Your movements grow frantic, the familiar high nearing close. Aemond starts meeting your thrusts, cock plunging deeper at the new position. You feel your cunt produce one last slick of wetness before constricting around him, body spasming with pleasure. Aemond quickly followed, capturing your mouth in one last kiss before finishing inside you. 

Satisfied, the fire inside you subdues, and you feel your body grow light, at ease. Exhausted, you fall into slumber. 

Not Aemond. 

He lays there with you in his arms wide awake. He clutches you in an embrace, shielding you from the nearing sunrise. If he could stay there buried inside you for the rest of his days, away from the war, all the scheming – he would. But reality is creeping up on him, and he's reminded of his choice.  

"Make me your wife, or just fuck me and forget me. Aōha iderennon, issa prince.”

Aemond has yet to grow old and wise, but even then he knew one thing – even if he tried, he could never forget you. He could conquer the earth and back, claim the mightiest dragon on land, and win the greatest of wars. In the end, he knows you'll still plague his mind, body, and soul. 

So he made a choice, and this time, he let the Gods decide his fate. 

-

dōna mirre - sweet thing

Aōha iderennon, issa prince - your choice, my prince

Fun fact! Tessaryon is inspired by Tessarion, the goddess of music, arts, knowledge, healing, plague, prophecy, poetry, beauty, archery, and booty — A god of old valyria.

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[axelsagewrites]

Could I request Alpha!Rhaenyra x omega!handmaiden!reader where they’re drawn to each other from the moment they meet and bond over their mutual trust issues regarding losing loved ones while slowly falling in love on Dragonstone? Like Nyra is cold and distant with everyone else, hesitant to let anyone in, but she just clicks with reader and whenever they’re alone, Nyra just melts and goes all soft, all affectionate touches and sweet nicknames and tender looks? (Two of my fav nicknames she’d call reader are: my little one, and Perzītsos (little flame) Maybe even some soft smut? It doesn’t have to be omegaverse if you’re not comfortable with writing it

Rhaenyra Targaryen*Perzītsos

Pairings: Rhaenyra x handmaiden!f!reader

Warnings: mentions of loss, family death, grieving, smut, fingering, f!recieiving oral, nipple play, pet names, soft smut 18+

Word count: 3110

A/N: trying to pick between emma and millie for a Rhaenyra gif is a near impossible decision

also i wouldve done the omega and alpha things but i havent really read much like that so i didnt wanna accidentally butcher it so i hope this was okay!

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Translations

Perzītsos (little flame) ñuha dōna (my sweet)

All the servants had lined up, backs pressed against the stone walls of the corridor, waiting for the princess arrival. Heads bowed, hands whipping sweat on their skirts, hushed whispers to see if anyone had caught a glimpse of her yet. The sound of dragon wings batting through the skies alerted you all to her arrival.

Rhaenyra barely looked at anyone, let alone the servants as she walked the halls of her new home. As she spoke to the lords of Dragonstone at the entrance you took the moment to take her in. Her long silver hair was windswept from the fight, cascading down her back, yet somehow not tangled from the flight. She didn’t wear what you would expect of a princess, instead clad in leather and bright red cloth for ease of riding. Her eyes were the softest of lilacs, staring at you like flowers.

Oh fuck! You thought as your eyes snapped to the ground. She had caught your stares and you could only hope from this distance she did not see your embarrassment. What you hadn’t saw was the slight smirk on her face or the way her eyes lingered on you as she passed you by. Your new boss had told you yesterday you would be one of her many handmaidens and not to expect any great things out of washing the princess delicates so to keep your head down. You’d only arrived last week, and you had already made the first mistake.

You had hoped to spend the rest of your life with your family in Old Town even if only as a servant, but a fire had made that impossible. You escaped with your life but had lost it at the same time. One of the lords of the manor you worked in took pity on you and had you sent here so to not have to suffer the memories. Yet Dragonstone was cold, its walls empty and dark, and its people sombre even when greeting their princess.

The princess had been practically locked in her chamber for the past week, barely saying two words to her servants at a time. her eyes would always watch your every move as you cleaned her room. She never even let you do half your tasks and wouldn’t allow anyone to touch her. she was cold but you could not blame her since you too missed home, even if home was so different for you both. “Take these to the princess for her bath,” the head maid shoved a small chest into your hands before stacking towels on top. “She’s in a right grouchy mood for someone who has everything,” the woman muttered as she stomped off.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you set off to the princess’s chambers. they had made you walk this path till your feet felt like they were going to crack to make sure you never got lost however as you stood in front of the door you kind of wish you had got lost. Taking a deep breath, you steadied the chest on your hip and knocked on the heavy wooden door. a moment passed before someone called out, “Come in,”

When your hand took the handle, you hadn’t expected the door to be so heavy. You shuffled forward, shoving the door open by your shoulder as you struggled to move the wood while balancing the chest. When you finally got in the room you were met again with those violet eyes. Rhaenyra smirked as she watched your head drop in embarrassment as you quickly shuffled in the room.

“Need a hand?” she asked as she stood from the bed she had been sitting on.

“It’s alright my princess I’ve got it- “you started to say as you placed the towels on the table beside the steaming hot bath when crash. The chest slipped from your hip and hit the ground, the wooden corner splintering and the top breaking over. “No,” you gasped as you knelt down to try put all the bath salts and fragrances back into the chest.

You heard footsteps but didn’t look up till Rhaenyra’s hand shot out to pick up one of the bottles, “Let me help you,” she said softly, ignoring the way you gaped at her. up close those eyes seemed even more magical, “Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes meeting you.

You realised she had picked up all the pieces and quickly went to stand, “Yes princess, thank you princess, princess I- “

“Rhaenyra,” she cut you off.

Pausing for a moment, eyes scrunched in confusion, before you nodded, “Princess Rhaynera I- “your sentence was cut off by her soft giggles.

“No please just call me Rhaenyra. In my chambers at least. Id like some form of normalcy at least,” Rhaenyra said as she stood up, but she did not move back as you began to lay out the bath supplies on the table. It seemed almost that she stepped closer. “What is your name?” she asked, her breath brushing the back of your neck.

You turned around, trying to stand tall, as you told her. “A beautiful name,” she said, her lips finally curved into a smile. It suited her face far better than her usual melancholy. “Are you here to ready the bath?”

“Yes pri- “you said, stopping suddenly with an awkward smile, “Rhaenyra. It will only be a few moments longer,”

“Thank you,” Rhaenyra said, a slight laugh in her voice as she stepped away to begin taking her jewellery off.

As you poured the salts in you decided to try actually speaking to her, perhaps she just missed conversation you thought. “I can help you with that,” you said causing her to spin round, “if you give me a moment of course,” you said as you stirred the salts in before picking up the bottle of fragrance the king had sent in spades for her.

“I know how to take my own jewellery off,” she said, turning away again.

“I did not mean to offend you,” you said quietly as the sweet smell filled the room, “I just like to be of help,”

Rhaenyra chuckled as she sat her jewels down, small things that cost more than your life, “I don’t think anyone could help me truly,” she said as she began to tie her hair up.

“Maybe,” you said as you laid out the towels, “but you never know till you ask. My mother always told me that,” you said, pausing for a moment in the sweet memory. She had always been so positive.

Rhaenyra paused briefly before finishing her hair. “Mothers always seem so wise,” she said as she looked out the window, “Till they die that is,” she muttered as her hands moved to try unstringing the laces behind her back.

“You don’t miss the fire till it’s gone cold,” you said as you checked the waters temperature, deciding the bath was in fact ready. Rhaenyra turned round with a questioning look, abandoning her futile attempts to undress herself, “That’s what my lord told me when I lost mine. Would you like me to get the laces princess?” you asked, somehow managing to stay calm as you spoke.

Rhaenyra nodded and you moved to stand behind her, gently loosening the dress, “Do you miss her?” Rhaenyra asked as the dress was loose enough for her to slip off her shoulders.

“Everyday,” you said as you picked up the heavy fabric and attempted to fold it.

“Me too,” she sighed as she moved to help you fold the dress, “Does it get easier?”

“No,” you said honestly as you bundled the gown into a drawer, “but it hurts less, in time,”

Rhaenyra didn’t say anything as she walked towards the bath. You silently helped her slip into the hot water, her shift going see through in the water, but you quickly averted your eyes. “Goodnight Rhaenyra,” you said as you bowed your head and went to leave.

“Wait,” she called out as your hand rested on the door handle, “Could you stay?” she said, her voice going quiet as she averted her gaze, “You could brush my hair?” she asked with a hopeful smile.

“Of course,” you smiled back at her, “It would be my pleasure princess- “

“Rhae,” she said cutting you off. “Call me Rhae,” she said as she settled back in the water.

“Okay Rhae,” you said as you moved a stool to sit behind her bath and took a brush in your hand, “Lean back,” you said as you took down her hair and began to brush.

Rhaenyra began requesting you daily for certain tasks. You would be the one to brush her hair, help her dress, arrange her bath. At first Rhaenyra would listen to your stories as you did your chores. She was nearly always silent when you did so, asking maybe one or two questions the whole time but always insisting you continued when you stopped.

Then she began to tell you, her stories. About her first time on a dragon, about her father’s new wife, and her mother’s death. Slowly she opened up more and more. You began to see her outside of chores. She’d have you sneak out to join her dinners or even a few times let you meet her dragon with the promise of a ride on it one day. Your meetings got longer and her words sweeter. Her hand began to linger when she would pass you the brush or your hands rested a moment too long on her shoulders until the day you kissed her without even thinking.

You had been helping her dress and had moved to her front to adjust the material. “All done,” you said, suddenly looking up from where your head had been tilted down to fix the bodice when your nose brushed against hers. Her lips brushed yours as your head moved up, her eyes gazing into yours and without a thought or a word you leaned forward closing the gap. It was a short but soft kiss, and you pulled back, wide eyed and almost teary as you expected to be scolded when Rhaenyra stepped forward.

Her lips crashed onto yours, her hands moving to hold your back and press you into her tighter. Your hands had been trapped between your bodies and snaked up her front to rest on her shoulders. This kiss was desperate, hungry, and so needy that you didn’t part for air till your head grew dizzy. “You shall dine with me tonight,” she whispered, her forehead resting on yours, “and I will count down the minutes till I return to find you in these chambers,”

That had been weeks ago. Now you lay in a bed of fine silks and furs, a silver haired girl laying with her head on your chest as you stroked her soft strands. “Rhae?” you asked quietly, “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” she whispered back. You couldn’t help but smile at her voice, “I’m just enjoying your company Perzītsos,” little flame, she whispered still in the quiet room only lit by a few candles. She had given you one of her shifts to wear as you settled into the bed with her, and it felt like clouds on your skin. “Is that wrong of me?” she asked as she brought your hand to her mouth to kiss.

“Not at all zaldrīzes,” you said, kissing the top of her head.

“Your Valyrian is improving,” you could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke.

You smiled down at the girl curled in your lap, “Only because of my teacher,” you said.

Rhaenyra shuffled and moved to sit up, her legs draped over your lap as she curled into you, her head resting on your shoulder, “It is easy to teach such a willing student,” she praised, kissing your check.

You turned your head, resting your forehead on hers before capturing her kiss. Her hand moved to hold your cheeks while yours softly squeezed her hip. Without a word Rhaenyra moved to straddle your legs before crashing her lips back to yours, holding your face gently. The kiss was comfortable, the type of kiss you melt into. Your hands moved from her hips to her back, pressing her chest into yours as she led the kiss.

Rhaenyra’s hands slipped down from your face between your bodies, resting over the thin fabric covering your chest. “Patience little one,” she giggled as she pushed back, “Good things come to those who wait,”

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you for a long time Nyra,” you panted before rejoining your lips, your hands slipping down to squeeze her ass over her shift.

Rhaenyra’s hands slipped off your body but only for a moment to pull off the thin fabric covering her body. “That’s better,” she said as she as she placed your hands back on the soft flesh of her ass as her hands began to gently squeeze your chest.

Her lips became more feverous, but Rhaenyra was careful not to burn you, always going softer on her favourite hand maiden. Rhaenyra’s hips began to grind down, signalling to you without words. One of your hands slipped from her back to her front, moving between your bodies to run a finger up her cunt, “So wet for me,” you praised with a slight smirk.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she giggled as she pulled you back in.

Your fingers trailed up and down her wet folds for only a few moments before slowly pushing into her entrance. Rhaenyra moaned into the kiss as your fingers slipped in, your thumb positioned to rub slow circles into her clit which you had worked over so many times now. Rhaenyra began to slowly buck her hips on your fingers, fucking herself slowly as your fingers curled.

Her moans were soft and mixed with gasps as you began to kiss down her jaw and neck. The soft skin was like a drug as your lips moved down to nip at her collarbones. Your spare hand moved from her ass to her chest as you began to kiss her chest before taking one of her hardened nipples into your mouth, sucking on it gently, “Yes,” Rhaenyra moaned softly as your fingers began to trace her hardened bud, “Don’t stop,”

“Whatever you want,” you whispered before lightly biting the bud with your teeth.

“You,” she gasped, “I want you,” she moaned as your fingers curled into that all too familiar spot. The way her hips began to buck was a familiar sight. your hand moved from her chest to her hips to hold them in place as you helped her moan out in ecstasy, curling your fingers still as she rode out her orgasm before collapsing into your arms.

Rhaenyra’s head rested on your shoulder for a moment as she caught her breath. Your hands moved to rub soft circles into her back, holding her close. After a few moments Rhaenyra lifted her head to leave a soft kiss onto your lips, “Your turn,” she whispered.

“It’s okay princess- “

“Let me take care of you,” she interrupted, brushing your hair out of your face, “Lay down little one. I want to hear you,” she said as she moved to let you lay on the soft sheets.

Her eyes raked over you body, the shift doing little to cover your modesty. Rhaenyra sat next to you, reaching out to trace your hardened nipples over your clothes, “So pretty,” she muttered before she moved lean over your body. She kissed your lips before trailing down your body, leaving kisses down your skin till she reached your thighs.

Rhaenyra left several kisses up the sensitive skin while you shivered from her touch. Her soft breath fanned over your wet cunt, already making your body tense. You breathed in sharply when she placed a sudden kiss to your clit, your hands gripping the fine sheets. “Relax,” she whispered with a teasing tone, “Trust me little one,” she said as she moved your thighs over her shoulders, “Let me hear your sweet sounds,” she said before licking a soft stripe up your folds.

Your hands tightened around the sheets as Rhaenyra began to lap up your juices, softly at first but with growing hunger. She moved her head till her nose brushed your clit, making your body jerk. Rhaynera hands wrapped around your legs, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs as she began to fuck you with her tongue.

You could feel the knot growing in your stomach and you did your best to stay quiet, but Rhaenyra was not making it easy. One of her hands released your thigh only for her to begin teasing your hole with her fingers. Rhaenyra slowly eased two fingers into you, curling them slowly inside you as her mouth moved up to place open mouth kisses to your clit. Her tongue massaged your bundle of nerves while her fingers began to brush over that one particular spot.

Your soft moans filled the chambers and the fear of someone entering didn’t even faze you as your body tightened. When you felt her begin to lightly suck on your clit you could feel your peak ready to tip so when her teeth grazed the bundle of nerves you began to crash on her tongue, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets.

Rhaenyra didn’t stop even as your thighs tightened around her head. You felt your body might break in half as her mouth seemed to get more determined to milk another out of you. it didn’t take long till your body was jerking as you tried to almost fight off the second orgasm, but it was futile once her fingers curled to hit your sweet spot and you came again on her face.

This time Rhaenyra came up for air as you lay in bed, half dazed as you stared at the ceiling. “You were so good for me,” Rhaenyra praised as she lay beside you, brushing the hair out of your face, “Can I hold you little one?” she asked, raising your hand to her lips and to kiss your knuckles.

You nodded, shuffling slightly so that Rhaenyra could lay behind you, her arms wrapped around your front while her head buried into the crook of your neck. “Get some sleep darling,” Rhaenyra said, kissing your shoulder, “I’ll be here in the morning,”

“Okay,” you whispered as you felt Rhaenyra shuffle and suddenly a thick blanket fell over you both, “Gnight Rhae,” you said, already half asleep,”

“Goodnight Perzītsos,”

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[imthefemalemonster]

Hey! I don't know if you write a/b/o universe, (but I'll try my luck) so could I get an imagine/oneshot nsfw Alpha Daemon x Omega fem reader, where reader goes into heat, but Daem had to leave ( maybe solve some issues for Viserys) and he will take some time to come back, in the meantime Rhae Rhae (who is a beta) and has a sincere friendship with reader takes care of her (in the sense of caring and not in the sexual sense) so her heat passes and Daem comes back, but Reader is mad at him for leaving her alone while he's going through this (since it's her first heat she's been through alone), so he tries to talk to her, but she won't. Days pass and they finally talk, to which she cries and says how painful it was, he apologizes and makes it up to her, please? (with angst and fluff and if you can write down the moments of care that Rhae Rhae has for her, I will be extremely grateful)

Hello beautiful - I sure do! I’m not really an expert in it since I don’t read/write much of it but still hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Set Me Free

Daemon Targaryen x Female!Reader (A/B/O - Angst Smut Fluff)

⸻Summary: Nothing could have prepared you for your first heat, especially not the absence of your husband. Your close and loving friend Rhaenyra stays at your side, but you won't forgive Daemon so easily as you ensure he makes it up to you.

Tags: A/B/O, Fluff, Angst, Smut, With Plot, PIV, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, (f receiving), Kisses & Hugs, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare, No use of Y/N, No beta I'm sleep deprived

⸻Read on Ao3

Notes: More Daemon x Fem!Reader, I’m very brainrot and definitely love to write it ~ The filth is at the end - I made the fic so you can read the smut or angst/fluff as a standalone since there’s a time skip! (smut after “***”)

Changed a bit the tropes of A/B/O for the sake of the fic.

Requested by anon, hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Smut & fluff prompts: here & here

⸻Words: 6108 (Smut part ~ 2k7)

No words could fit the feeling. Nothing would be precise enough to describe it. The bed shifted as you weight left it, but the second your toes hit the floor, you felt like it gave away under your feet. Despite all the things you were told about, everything you read, living through the very first heat was much worse than you could ever hope for it to be. As an omega, you made sure to know everything about heat, especially after you presented and married your Alpha, the well-known Prince Daemon Targaryen. Thinking about it had made you anxious more than once, but yet you were well surrounded and Daemon reassured you that he would guide you with every step.

A soft gasp left your lips as you stumbled, your hands reaching for nothing, the floor dangerously close. Your knees failed you as you sensed the cold floor against your burning skin. You couldn’t tell how many seconds or even minutes passed since you left the bed. Your skin was set ablaze the moment you moved and the only reason you weren’t already laying on the floor was because Daemon caught you in his arms. It was still very early in the morning, you had just woken up wanting to join him at his desk when it hit you. Daemon had sensed it the instant he heard the mattress shift.

“It’s alright, love.”

You breathed heavily against his chest, a hand holding your back, the other caressing your head gently. He smelled so good. You had felt it before but this time it was different, it was like the scent was everywhere around you, inside you, invading every inch of your skin. You could have ripped your clothes apart, it was hot, too hot. Your fingers dug in the leather of Daemon top as you felt his grasp tighten, his hand moving under your knees lifting you up.

“D-daemon!”, you whined, fingers hopelessly scratching the clothes. Tears left your eyes, mouth part open in a silent scream.

Daemon moved you back to the bed, thumbs brushing the skin of your legs and shoulders, his own breaths growing louder as he sensed your distress. Despite showing much more self-control, having known previous heats, Daemon’s heart still raced in his chest with anticipation. You both awaited this moment with grand impatience, you heard how important it was. It was impossible to put words on it yet, but the only feeling buried deep inside you was the need for pleasure and carnal desire for your alpha.

You sighed as you felt your body lay on the bed, Daemon at your side, holding your back as he positioned himself sitting behind you. You let your head fall on his chest, it felt like it was either going to explode or melt. The tender skin of your neck exposed, Daemon leaned it to kiss it gently, slowly, as his wet lips grazed it. Dizzy, you laughed at the sensation while he whispered honey-like words against you. His embrace felt delicious, reassuring and blissful.

“So sweet.”

“W-what now?”, you murmured.

His hands wandered on your chest and waist, gripping at your nightgown like he wanted to tear it apart. You wished his hands were everywhere at once on you, every inch of your skin covered by his. Your core burned a strange sensation you had never felt before.

“Now I’m taking care of my little omega.”, he smirked, lips meeting your flushed cheeks as his fingers ran on your collarbone, slipping under the edge of your clothes.

You nodded, whatever it meant you were ready to do it. You would do everything for him at this very instant, you needed it.

“And I’ll show you how to take care of your Alpha, hm?”, he kissed your ear, words flowing in as you drank them all.

You laid into him as he resumed the assault on your neck, his hands carefully pulling your nightgown up. At first you thought it was only your head, so intoxicated in his scent that the regular noises of knocking were coming from inside you. But as it became louder and louder, voices accompanying it, you rapidly came out of your torpor to realize people were knocking at your door.

Daemon's mouth left your skin as you whined, pulling on the leather of his top. Annoyance filled your body as the knocks weren’t stopping.

“Fuck off!”, he screamed. An answer very much like him.

The voices were inaudible, they sounded like a bunch of men calling for Daemon.

“I SAID FUCK OFF. NOT NOW.” His voice was so loud behind you it almost could shatter your entire body. His arms locked around your shoulders he held you like you could disappear at any instant.

“Urgent matters, my Prince.”

Daemon didn’t respond, wanting to focus back on you, but the knock and voices just wouldn’t stop.

“Let us in, we come bearing a messag-”

“If you FUCKING come in”, yelled Daemon, “I’ll have your fucking head rolling on the floor and those of all your family members too.”

“King’s orders.”

Daemon sighed. Digits brushing your skin gently as you held onto him, fingernails digging in the fabric, your eyes begging him not to leave.

“I’m”, he muttered, shaking his head. None of the men would be alive by the end of this very day, you could tell, but yet his words left you aback, “I’m so sorry love.”

“D-daemon don’t-”, you cried out, hands reaching for him in a desperate attempt to keep him close.

“I’ll come back soon”, he started to move, you whined at the loss when he left the bed, you almost collapsed on it, “Very soon.” His face looked as pained as yours, yet he still left, each inch separating you now breaking your heart a little more.

The door slammed open as Daemon reached for Dark Sister, ready to slice anyone coming in. But to your great surprise it wasn’t guards or maids that entered, but Rhaenyra herself. She tilted her head toward him, the fire in her eyes could have melted him whole.

“You can’t-”

“I have no choices, you should understand.”, he rasped, “If it’s Viserys-”

“Understand?!”, she raised her hands up but kept her voice low not to alarm you, “It’s her first… - You cannot be serious.”

“I’ll be back sooner than she realizes.”, he lowered his head, avoiding any other eye contact, fist clenched around the hilt of his sword.

Rhaenyra let him leave, your cries echoing in the room as the door closed. She would handle that later, but for now you were the top priority.

“Oh poor thing.”, she whispered, face leaving the wooden door as she ran to you, “Come here.”

You whined when she touched your arm, her embrace mother-ly. You rested your head on her shoulder, face reddened and wet with angry and desperate tears.

“I-I. W-why-��, you couldn’t form any coherent words. Daemon leaving felt like your entire skin had been ripped apart and you were left bleeding against the cold floor.

“I’m here”, murmured Rhaenyra, holding you close to her, “He’ll be back soon. I’ll take care of you, beautiful.”

You nodded against her chest, fingers gripping at the fabric, focusing your attention on anything else but your burning skin. Your cries were certainly heard in the entire castle, you wanted to scream so loud.

“I’ve prepared cold water for you.”, her hand brushed your head gently, “Take your dress off, we’ll change it, you'll feel better once washed.”

She waited for an answer, your consent before doing anything, but you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t because any sounds that were escaping your lips were cries for help.

“Alright?”

You finally nodded against her, she smiled softly as she rested your body on the cushions, accepting the basin from the maids.

“Leave now, have nobody walk into this room while I take care of her.”

The maids bowed and left immediately. Back at your side Rhaenyra proceeded to take your dress off. You sighed, relieved when the fabric left your skin. Naked you didn’t feel cold, your body was still burning, inside and outside, yet you still shaked, filled with incomprehension. You melted into Rhaenyra's lovely embrace when she pressed the cool cloth on your skin, washing the sweat and tears away. Her kind words cradled you, soothing your worries. Still you felt empty, as much as her touch was reassuring, it wasn’t the one you needed. You needed the burning presence of Daemon. Your fists clenched, not from sadness but pure anger. Why wasn’t he here?

Once washed, Rhaenyra dressed you up again, the fabric soft on your relaxed skin. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Your eyes were closed, the sun burning them each time they would open. You felt helplessly tired, head resting on the cushion as Rhaenyra was still at your side, whispering kind words and telling stories that had you smiling through the obvious pain. She took your hand in hers as you slowly fell asleep, mind still hazy from the heat. She didn’t leave your side until Daemon came back, a killer-stare toward him when he dared entering the room, very late into the night.

He bowed his head to her, his face as tired as yours peacefully asleep. She shook her head and he said nothing, he knew nothing needed to be said. Carefully she left your side, face still turned toward you to notice any reactions, but you didn’t move, your breath regular but loud again. She joined him by the door.

“You’re irresponsible.” The words were cold, cutting him raw.

Daemon was too tired for a sermon and too angry for reproaches.

“It was-”, he paused, eyes escaping his niece murdering stare. No words, no excuses would be enough.

“Give her your best excuses. You are a lucky man if she accepts them.” Rhaenyra turned a worrying eyes toward you, but you were still asleep, “Heat is a matter of three or four more days, you better make up for it.”, she continued.

Daemon nodded, lips parted open. Air escaped him but no noises. The two Targaryen exchanged once last lilac stare before Rhaenyra left. Daemon turned his pained eyes toward you. He looked at your beautiful body asleep, wanting to hold you close, lift you up and kiss you again and again. The entire day had been hell for him, but he handled heat before. He could never forgive himself for leaving, but yet even if he thought about it all day, he couldn’t find the right words.

His mere presence was enough to wake you up. Your body felt hot again, skin stinging against any fabric brushing your skin. You whined but muffled it with a hand, turning you back to the door. Your hands gripped the sheets, eyes closed and focusing on the darkness around you. You heard sounds of boots approaching, fabric on the floor, steel against the cold walls, and the mattress shifted. Shivers ran through your body, you waited, but nothing came. No noises, no words. Your head dug into the cushion, you hoped you could disappear in them. It pained you, your body telling otherwise, but you begged to be left alone, any more touch would disgust you.

Daemon observed you, the skin of your back, your head, your irregular breaths informing him that you were awake. He wished that if he touched you, you would turn back and throw yourself in his arms, that he would kiss you and whisper a gentle but sincere ‘sorry’ and everything would be fine. But he felt your anger, he felt everything inside you. Still his hand reached for you back, but the second his digits brushed your hot skin, you squirmed away.

“I’m so sorry, love.”, he murmured. You shook your head slightly, hands on your ears. You wanted to hear none of it.

“I should have been here.”, he continued, you felt him move closer, his broad body and heat engulfing you. You whined, pained cries leaving your lips. Your distress clearly showing, breaking his heart piece by piece. He moved away from you, head still turned toward you, scared you would run away at any moment.

“But you weren’t.”

You couldn’t tell how many days had passed, two or three. You didn’t count, your heat was still going on but you avoided anyone, locked in your room or in Rhaenyra’s as she continued to look after you. You felt like losing it. You had barely since Daemon. More than once he had tried to reach you, try and talk to you but you couldn’t. His excuses felt empty, his touches were hypocritical. Yet every time he wasn’t near you, you cried his absence. You didn’t know why you just didn’t throw yourself in his arms, maybe you wanted him to be hurt as much as he hurt you.

Hours passed and they felt like a living nightmare. You cried, stumbled upon your feet, begged for anyone who heard to take the pain away. Everytime you closed your eyes you saw yourself again, alone as Daemon crossed the door and never turned to look at you, as minutes and hours passed and he wasn’t back at your side. Sadness became anger and anger turned into insatiable wrath. You wanted to scream at him and hope he would shatter. Tears run down your face at all hours, hoping it would dry your body so hard you would simply die from it. Guilt and anger filled your body. You wanted Daemon at your side as much as you despised him, it tore you apart, bleeding you open. When will the pain end?

The last day of your heat, you stayed in your chambers. You hoped that maybe your anger and sadness would calm down soon. You felt dizzy all morning, Daemon had left early as he did the previous day. His scent was everywhere in the room and for once you allowed yourself to rest alongside it, focusing on your body and your breaths. You could have cried all day again, the pain you both endured the first day was nothing compared to what you were inflicting to one another. But you wanted Daemon to understand, you wanted him to look you in the eyes, promise he’ll never leave again. You wanted the words to flow so naturally out of him it would be carved in your heart forever. You didn’t know if it would be enough, but still you craved to hear it.

The door opened, nonchalant boots hitting the floor in irregular rhythm. Your peripheral sight let you observe Daemon, you sensed his anger and impatience as he turned to you, face flushed and sweat running down, probably from training.

“Time to talk.”

You stared at each other in silence. The hunger and anger were indivisible in you both.

“I have nothing to say, husband.”, the last word left your mouth like a reproach.

“This can’t keep going.”, he husked.

A laugh escaped your lips as you turned your body to him, sitting at the edge of the bed as he was standing there, a meter away from you.

“I wonder because of who.” Your eyes defied him, and as much as his ego stood tall in the room, towering you, you wouldn’t let go.

He approached, but this time you didn’t move. His steps were heavy, threatening as his scent. You shook, your body heating up, but still you wouldn’t let yourself be tamed this easily. You wouldn’t hold long against your alpha, he was made to have you yield. But you hoped he could read the thousand pleas in your eyes. His hand reached for your arm, gentle to your greatest surprise, but you escaped his grip, his fist clenching around nothing.

“I’m sorry”, his voice was so low, from sadness, shame, anger. He refused to let your first heat pass without showing you all its wonders. But no words seemed

“You don’t understand”, you simply spoke. His eyes widened, fingernails digging in his palms. What more can I say? he thought.

“I said I was sorry!”, Daemon yelled, belt unbuckled, he threw his sword away, it hit the floor with a loud noise that had you jumping.

“You didn’t mean it!”, you screamed, “A-and, even if you did-”. You violently clapped your hands on your ears, the shock echoing in your head as you cried loudly.

You heard him move closer, eyes part open, you observed him kneel down before you. His face

“You know I’m sincere.”, he whispered, he brushed your legs with his palm. You wanted to give up to his heat, to his touch, “I am sorry.”, he paused, letting you process every word, “I had no choice but to leave and I regret that I had to do so. I should have prepared you better and it’s my whole responsibility as your alpha”, his thumb brushed your overheated skin, you looked at him as your hand met the back of his, he smirked, “I should have protected you better.”

You tilted your head, it was more than you ever hoped for, the words enveloping you in a loving embrace.

“I’ll not beg you, I’ll not cry, I know what you want from me and I’ll give it to you if you let me.”

You broke when the last sentence left his mouth. You leaned in, arms around his shoulders to meet his broad figure. You rested in his arms as he held you close, hands gently brushing your back, your head lost in his neck as you cried, all the pain left in your body rolling down your cheeks. He met your embrace, a hand placed on your head, lowering to your neck. Tender words escaped his lips as your tears washed away your last sorrow.

Daemon stood up, carefully lifting you up by the knees, just like he did the first time. You still sensed it as your body met the mattress, the heat, the need; but now it felt so peaceful, so loving. Your breaths were irregular yet calm. Everything that needed to happen would eventually, and you knew this time you would let yourself be interrupted. You rested against the cushions as Daemon moved an arm under your head, holding you as your mouths finally met, one hand cupping your wet cheeks. Daemon traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his tongue, smiling into the kiss. You happily let him in, your tongues meeting, moaning against him. The taste was even better than the scent. Leaving your cheek, his hand moved to your chin, finger lowering to your neck where it rested a few seconds, squeezing it lightly. Your lips still hadn’t parted away, teeth clicking as you felt his hot palm brush your arm, digits playfully pulling at your dress. Those weren’t teasing touches, they were sincere and tender.

Once separated, you whined at the loss, breathing each other’s air, your lips brushing one another. Daemon moved his arm from under your head, resting above you as he steadied himself on his hand, his hips against yours, spreading your legs open. You watched him as he studied your body, you felt bare under his gaze, his eyes filled with newfound hunger. You observed him, the scars showing on his neck, his broad figure, his weight digging you in the mattress, the way his chest moved above you, his blonde locks falling over his face and shoulders. Not even the Gods could have sculpted such a beautiful creature.

“I love you.”

You spoke the word with confidence, you knew them to be true.

“I love you too.”

Your hands reached behind his neck, pulling him into a hot kiss as he met your enthusiasm.

“Let’s do it properly this time”, he murmured against your lips, noses brushing, “Right, love?”

***

“Show me”, you whispered against his lips, your hands shaking around him, your core wet, burning from the need of feeling whole, from the lust and desire to satiate your alpha.

Daemon smirked at the invitation, more than happy to oblige. It wasn’t really your first time. Pleasure wasn’t unknown to you both, especially him. He had gone down on you more than once, and so you had returned the favor. But with the heat, this all felt different. The need was eating you both alive. You wanted to helplessly rub against him, the friction of your bodies relieving any kind of hunger you had. Daemon’s hot palms on your ankles sent a shiver down your spine, he had moved further on the bed, legs spread open by his grasp. You looked down as he teasingly, slowly pulled your dress up, his digits brushing your skin painfully. You wanted his mouth to meet with your body with such fervor you were ready to grab his face and force him to, but all strength had left your body. You only laid there submissively, at the mercy of Daemon’s hands.

“Don’t you dare”, you laughed as he raised his eyes to meet yours, vile smirk on his lips.

“I can make it good but I can make it funny too.”, he mewled, body leaning in closer to your center dripping wet from the teasing through your small clothes. His hands met your thighs and you gasped loudly.

“F-focus on the good part!”

Daemon licked his lips as his fingers reached for your inner thighs. You felt like you were going to explode, you tried to work the best you could to undo your top but your digits were shaking in anticipation, unable to focus on the simple task. You felt his fingernails dig in the skin, scratching the clothes hiding your virtue. Lifting your legs up, moving his hips against yours, he laid closer, his weight above yours, pressing you on the mattress as he met your lips again. This time with renewed lust, sinful noises escaping you both, you whined when he rubbed his leathered erection between your legs. The clothes couldn’t hide how hard he was and you could already feel him whole. It only had your mouth watering at the thought of having it inside you, tearing you apart with all the strength you wished him to use.

Your hand reached between your bodies, palming his shaft as he met your touch, groaning into the kiss. His hands worked your top faster than you did, undoing it and pushing the fabric down, exposing your breast to the hot air, bouncing with your irregular breath and jumping at any of his touches. Daemon stood up again, hungrily pushing the clothes down to your waist, his thumb resting on your lower belly as he leaned in again, mouth feasting on the burning and sweaty skin of your chest. Your hands moved to grab a fistful of his hair, pushing him down further on your body.

“Patience…”, he cooed.

“I-I don’t have that”, you breathed, smiling through the heat, “R-right now.”

Daemon laughed at the comment, pressing kisses on your lower belly as you raised your legs the best you could, your dress slipping off your body alongside your small clothes, leaving you finally naked. You sighed in relief at the sensation, you had felt trapped inside the fabric all day. Being bare felt so good, you only wished to rip Daemon’s clothes apart so you could feel his sensitive skin against yours. But for now, the man was focused on something else. His hands moved to your thighs again, wetting his lips

“Have to get you ready.”, he rasped, “Don’t think that tight cunt can take a dragon cock yet.”

You breathed heavily at the comment, the sole idea of his imposing cock had your mouth water, your hips moving up, and shivers sent down your whole body.

“D-do it then.”, you whispered, finger inside your mouth, playing with the saliva on your tongue, a sinful view he could almost come for.

“As my lady commands”, he purred, biting the skin of your inner thigh as you cried his name, hips moving up hoping to meet his mouth.

“How should I do that…”, he murmured against your dripping folds, his low voice echoing against your sensitive skin. He raised his eyes to meet yours again, half closed as you hungrily sucked on your finger. You understood he awaited an answer as he didn’t move.

“With your m-mouth”, you begged, pausing a second, “And your f-fingers.”

He tilted his head, so, so close to your core you wanted to scream to him to eat you out already, the rough skin of his cheek meeting your inner thigh.

“P-please”, you whined, knowing he liked to hear you beg for it.

“Good girl”, he grunted.

You couldn’t quite tell if you cried, moaned or screamed when his lips finally met your cunt. Maybe a mix of all three, maybe none as you muffled yourself. You were too dizzy to tell, his licks hungry and harsh against your throbbing core. Two fingers parted your lips as his tongue lapped at your core, noises wet from your juices against his rough jaw. He moved his mouth up, flicking his tongue around your clit. You gasped at the sensation, lower belly burning from the inside as you let your hips meet the rhythm of his fingers and tongue. Kiss it harshly he let his mouth move down again, digits playing with your entrance as he let his tongue delve in first. You screamed this time, you were so close if he put a single finger inside you, you would come undone around it. Daemon could sense it as he moved backward, catching his breath and observing the messy masterpiece you were. One finger brushed your folds and you nearly passed out when Daemon pushed it in, slowly, painfully.

“M-more”, you whined, any words coming out of your mouth now almost against your will. You wanted every filthy thought to stay inside your mind but you couldn’t keep them locked in as they came out of you with no restrain, “Deeper!” You knew Daemon would love to hear them.

Your walls tightened around him, he moved slowly at first, meeting your hips in a joyful and obscene rhythm. When it got settled inside you, Daemon added another, you whined, throwing your head back against the pillows.

“I know you can take them”, he husked against your cunt, mouth resuming its assault on your oversensitive core, accompanying the harsh pace of his fingers.

His fingers scissored inside, hitting all these spots that had you seeing stars. The heat was unbearable, the ceiling was a beautiful night full of stars and you couldn’t tell what was real anymore, screaming your husband's name as waves of pleasure crashed onto you, stomach flipping when you came around his fingers and mouth. He rode you to your orgasm, almost to coma as his digits wouldn’t stop their aggressive dance inside you. You tried to catch your breath, moaning and crying at the same time.

“I love when you moan my name”, he kissed both your thighs, fingers sliding out of you, “Want to hear you scream it for me.”

Your breast bounced slightly as you finally caught your breath, nipples and skin sensitive as it burned under Daemon’s insatiable stare. His fingers met your mouth, tasting yourself on them as he lowered his head so his tongue could circle your nipples, playing with the soft skin of your breast.

“Bite m-me”, you mumbled, unsure why you asked, you simply wanted to be marked forever.

“If you insist”, he laughed, air hot against your body.

He lowered his head, teeth nibbling at the soft skin of your breast.

“Mark will be for later love”, he whispered, leaving your nipples, moving up again to rest his head against your neck. Your scent was so strong here he almost lost any restrain he thought he didn’t have anymore, “Can’t believe I’m finally going to sink into this sweet cunt, pound it until you come crawling to my feet, begging for it each minutes of your next heat, belly swelling with-”

“O-oh my god shut up and fuck me already!”

Daemon raised his head, face mixed with laughter and confusion. Your impatience certainly aroused and amused him.

“Oh well…”, he commented, lips curling in a teasing smile, “I was just planning what I would do to you…”

“G-get inside!”, you whined, legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the leather grazing your wet and sensitive core.

“Oh because my Lady knows how it’s… done now?”, he laughed, “Where did your innocence go.”, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips as he undid his top in haste, throwing the fabric somewhere on the floor.

“Took your cock enough in my mouth to know it’s supposed to go in holes.”

Daemon's mouth parted open and closed immediately. Instead a silent laugh was stuck in his throat, definitely amused by your filthy words.

“So my sweet girl knows what it does to take her Alpha’s cock during heat, hm?”, he teased, towering you, his dark eyes scanning your body, already imagining himself buried so deep inside your cunt would take the form of his cock, and his only.

Your eyes wandered in the room as you heard him undoing his pants, sliding out of them with ease. You knew… some things. You had heard things, from how big and pleasurable an Alpha’s cock was supposed to be, from how you were made to take it as an Omega.

“If my baby girl doesn’t know, I might just show her.”

You observed him, finally naked under your hungry gaze, his length in hand, fierce and angry. His fingers at the base, slowly stroking it. Instinctively you parted your legs open, you had left his waist so he could undress, but now you were more than ready for him, naturally wet enough so he could get seated in easily. A hand came to rest on your elevated knee while the other left his erection to push your other knee down on the bed, giving him a perfect sight and angle.

“Ready when you are”, he grunted, head of his cock lustfully brushing your dripping folds.

You nodded frantically, gasping at the friction. You were burning, melting, your body had just been tossed in a fire pit at the sight of his shaft and the only thing you had in mind was to take it like you were told to be. Your mouth watered, you wanted more, more and more. You wanted him, all of him.

“I want you inside me”, you finally spoke.

“Don’t worry”, he grunted against your ear as you felt the head pressing in, “I’ll take all of you.”

Your lips parted away perfectly for him. Like you were told, you were meant for your Alpha’s cock. And he did not lie, he was here, and so he did take all of you. Breath left your lungs as he pushed in, you felt every inch, it was never ending. When his hips met yours, his balls gently brushing your skin, you let out a loud gasp. For a few seconds you both didn’t move, savoring the very moment you had awaited for so long. So this was the feeling you craved for so much time, the one he told you so much about. All the nights whispered the filthiest things in your ears for you to finally have him buried so deep, for him to be so huge inside you wondered how he even got in at first.

“Fuck”, he groaned, “Tight, fucking tight just like I told you you would be, right love?”

You couldn’t speak, you just nodded, whining against his scars as you pressed your leg on his waist. When he moved backward slightly, you felt every veins, his size stretching you open again. He groaned and you whined, crying for your Alpha. He buried his hand in your scent, moving his cock in and out in a steady and controlled pace at first, delighted. It wasn’t painful, it felt just right. His rhythm grew erratic and harsh as his hips pounded against yours, his shaft hitting deeper and deeper at each motions.

Your lips met his in a wet kiss, saliva mixed with sweat. His hands found yours, fingers intertwined against the bed as he fucked your rough but lovingly, noises of skin against skin echoing in the room, filling your ears until you could only hear it and nothing else.

“I love you”.

The words felt right too, between a slow motion backward and a harsh push following, both your fingernails digging in each other’s hands. You fucked both your hips against one another at a hungry, unstoppable pace. You felt him grow larger and larger inside, cock pulsing, throbbing against your tight walls, clenching around his length.

“I’ll n-never”, he panted, breathing heavily with each thrust, getting closer to climax and feeling his knot grow bigger inside, “Ever leave you.”

You whined, cried his name, his status, any words that fitted his ego. He felt delicious inside, you felt delirious outside. Your skin burned against his, stinging at every place, your core dripping around his shaft, welcoming him again and again each time he pounded in. Your second orgasm approached fast as he worked you to it relentlessly. Shivers coursed through your entire body as it threatened to give up under his weight.

“D-daemon!”, you yelled, legs crossed around his waist, pressing him harder against you, hoping he would still hit deeper with each time he slammed in. You cried out as you reached your climax, body melting under his touch like his hands were everywhere on you at once. Your legs shook around him, his pace growing irregular.

His breaths were erratic, words leaving his mouths, sounds that made no sense to you as your eyes closed, feeding yourself off his groans and his cock growing so much you thought it could never leave your aching cunt. He pushed a few more times, hitting these sweet spots inside, knot buried so deep to places you both thought weren’t attainable. Head buried in your neck, his teeth met your soft skin as he dug in, marking you until it drew blood. You whined at the sensation, overwhelming your already sensitive body. Daemon groaned, mouth leaving your neck, vision fading to black when with one last thrust he spilled deep in you, your walls clenching around him, hot seed settled inside as you milked every last drop from him.

The atmosphere was heavy, loud breaths cradling you both as you stayed here, melted against one another, embraced forever.

“Oh”, you whispered, your breath taken away, “I-It feels…”

He laughed, kissing your cheeks gently, resting inside you, keeping the seed buried deep down, his knot still pulsing.

“Huge.”, you finished. You feared that any motions would tear you apart as you welcomed him in your arms.

“You’ll have to be a bit patient, sweet girl”, he cooed against your temple, “Keep your husband warm, would you?”

You nodded, lips meeting his in a tired but loving kiss. You rested a few minutes there, until you felt him move slightly, his cock not as huge as before.

“Daemon?”, you seeked out happily, his eyes closed as he breathed peacefully.

“I am going to be carrying your children?”, you tilted your head innocently, meeting his lilac eyes.

“Oh Gods”, he whispered, fake worry on his face, “I fear you might.”

You laughed as you pushed his shoulders away, his face brushing your own, a teasing kiss on your flushed cheeks. You breathed each other’s air for a few minutes, until he safely moved out of you. You whined at the loss, but still happily hummed as he planted a kiss on your temple.

“You did great”, he reassured, hand meeting your head, brushing it gently.

“I think you did too.”

He smirked, straightening up on the bed.

“Think?”, he frowned his eyebrow, “I did amazing.”, he pouted.

You laughed loudly, arms raised toward him as an invitation. He smiled as he pushed the sheets resting under you, covering your overwhelmed body with the soft fabric as he laid next to you again. Daemon opened his arms, you came to rest on his chest, his breaths rocking you to sleep, his lips meeting your forehead, an arm around your shoulders to shield you from the outside cold of the room.

“Let’s do that again, no interruption. Never again”, he whispered against your skin as you let yourself be taken by exhaustion into a delightful and dreamful night into your loving husband’s arms.

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PART 2

Silent dragon

Alpha Daemon x Targaryen!reader

Warnings: ABO, HOTD things, uncle/niece incest, age gap, swearing, smut, tension, explicit things, reader can’t have kids, SPOILERS, I live for soft Daemon

Last part <-

Not actually his niece or Targaryen.

This will mean high Valyria.

The next day people got ready to head home. You kept your injury hidden from your father best you could as you said goodbyes. You watched from the dock as dragons flew over ahead, Vhagar among them. So Aemond did get his dragon finally.

“Are you well?” You heard Rhaenyra behind you.

“Yes” you said, but truth be told you were exhausted, Darmons scent was what you woke up to, but no Daemon, last night was but if a blur but you remember Daemon clearly in your room.

“You can’t lie to me” Your sister smiled holding your hand.

“I’m tired” you said eyes on the ground.

“It’s more than that” she pressed and you nodded.

“You can tell me when you’re ready” she sighed softly and wrapped her arm around your shoulder. The days were quiet on Dragonstone, nobody really talked about what happened and people went about there days. You avoided your uncle like a sickness, even to the extent of taking Banti out so you didn’t run into him. However after landing you saw him waiting and dreaded if he wanted to see you. You hoped one of the boys went out on their dragons. As you got closer you almost wanted to turn around and walk the extra long way back to the castle.

“You’ve been avoiding me” he said before you could turn tail and run.

“I haven’t” a plain lie and he chuckled.

“You’ve been flying with Banti more than you ever have in the last years” he stated.

“Perhaps I wanted to bond with her more, we haven’t done much the last few years” a half lie and he shook his head. You stood away from him, afraid his scent might change your mind and body. He stood with his head tilted, body relaxed and proud, hand on his sword hilt. He smirked when you met his eyes again and you quickly avoided them going to head back. You went to go past him but he held an arm out? Stopping you.

“You’re not a good lair” he smirked and you sighed.

“I’m aware” you mumbled being told it many times by your sister.

“I would’ve stayed, but your conflictions seemed to be needed done in private” he stepped closer lowering his arm.

“Though, now, I’m aware you are avoiding me” he said.

“My conflicts aren’t your concern” you grumbled wishing he didn’t have this affect on you.

“I can see the way your body trembles, the way you shallow and slow your breathing so you don’t breathe my scent in as much, the way you avoid my eyes because you’re scared you won’t look away omega” he was closer now, silently daring- no, begging you too look at him. You thanked the gods you saw your sister and stepped away from him, hurrying to her, trying to keep yourself from falling. Missing the smirk Daemon made as you ran. Your sister gave you a questioning look as you grabbed her and turned her quickly to walk back to the castle.

“Sister” she began a smirk on her face.

“No” you said and she chuckled.

“No, I don’t care” you added and she laughed.

“Avoiding your mate will only make things worse” you flushed furiously shushing her quickly when guards walked past. She was grinning ear to ear.

“He’s not- he’s not my mate” you mumbled, then grumbled as you continued walking.

“Mother!” You both turned to

“Lucerys” Rhaenyra smiled.

“Aunty” he greeted making you smile and nod.

“What is it?” Rhaenyra asked.

“May I go for a fly with Arrax?” He asked and you chuckled lightly he was a sweet boy.

“Of course, stay around the island though, be careful” your sister said and your nephew smiled and rushed off.

“Boys” she muttered and you held her arm chuckling.

“Surprised you didn’t go with him” you heard Daemon behind you as he stood by your side walking with you.

“I was just out” you said eyes on the ground.

“Excuse me” your sister said and you cursed her silently. You went to leave but a hand caught your wrist.

“Ah-“ you snatched it from him like he burned you, seeing the hurt wash over his face. You apologised quietly mind too overloaded at the moment. You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself, you didn’t mean to flinch from him. Daemon walked forward carefully before coming into your space and resting his head on yours. You closed your eyes taking in his scent without hiding it. His hand tangled with yours, his thumb gently stroking over your knuckles.

“You don’t have to talk right now” he muttered softly.

“But I’m not going anywhere” he added.

#daemon x reader #daemon targeryan #HOTD #rhaenyra targaryen #aob #dragons #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #king viserys

[madame-fear]

What is with this HOTD fandom?! Never have I ever been part of a fandom that attacks each other the way this one does. I have never seen “fans” as malicious, cruel, and relentless as the ones in the HOTD fandom! It’s insane. Vicious people are running content creators into the ground or off Tumblr or ao3 completely simply because they don’t like a certain ship, or trope, or tag, or dynamic, or a certain character etc etc. Its like the thought process is “I don’t like x, y, or z so instead of simply ignoring that content and not reading it, I’m going to make this everyone’s problem and find the people that make this content and harass them as much as possible. I’m also going to find as many ppl to help me gang up on this person and destroy them! You like something I don’t so that makes you bad. You don’t think the way I do so you need to be dealt with!” Like come on y’all, so you don’t like smut, or fluff, or lucemond, or rhaenicent, or character x reader, or modern fics, or dead dove, or enemies to lovers, or alpha/omega, or bottom/top, or you hate Lucerys, or Aemond, or rhaenyra, or daemon, or Jace, or the Blacks, or the Greens or whatever there may be, like no one cares! No one cares you don’t like something in fandom! What happened to “ship and let ship?” If you don’t like something, that’s fine, that’s great, I hope you are able to find all content you do like, but you don’t have a free pass to trash other people! Just ignore it, don’t read that story, block that specific creator if you want, just move on and find the stuff you do like. Why do these ppl feel the need to turn into a vicious pack of hyenas, relentlessly attacking content creators, literally running them off with death threats and doxxing etc etc like damn y’all! You just experienced this a few days ago with an “anon” who turned out to be a username I recognized and have seen around for a long time. And here they are acting the way they did. Like what?!

HOTD isn’t real! It’s fiction! It can be whatever people want it to be, people can use whatever trope they want, completely random ships between completely nonsensical characters can exist, a story can be set in the Amazon or freaking space, a story can be the sweetest, fluffiest story to ever exist or it can be the strangest, darkest, most messed up thing you’ve ever read and that’s fine! It’s fine! Surround yourself with what you do like and just let other people live, why is that so hard?! So sorry for my rant, I had to get that out

FUCKING PREEEACH ANON, SAY IT LOUDER! Please please please rant as much as you wish, darling. 🗣🗣🗣

No you literally said EVERYTHING there was to be said about this fandom. I joined the fandom a day or two after the series ended, on October 2022 and BELIEVE me when I tell you that the fandom has gone completely deranged by now. I don’t like blaming anyone in particular, but I kind of have the feeling these big accounts that are always in the centre of some drama are the cause of the toxicity lingering in the fandom :/

I mean, I for example don’t like certain ships like Lucemond. It makes me feel so uncomfortable and off, and you know what I did? I filtered the tag, blocked some people on those tags, and went on with my life. I live and let live. I never even harassed someone or commented on their posts against their likings. This one big account that also started a huge ass drama recently was telling everyone to stop writing for bimboism because its anti-feminist or something — LIKE EXCUSE ME???? You don’t like something and you are making it EVERYBODY ELSES problem? Naur. And its worse when they send a troop of minions to attack and stupidly doxx... damn. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you already saw on other occasions the user harassing me previously... 🙄

I don’t like the concept/trope bimboism either and I never even considered on writing about it. But does that give me the right to tell everyone to stop writing for it because I simply dislike it? No, not at all! Because its also the right of other people to read and write for whatever they enjoy the most. Yes, she has her right to have her own opinion on her blog — but this shouldn’t apply only to a certain group of people! As far as I’m concerned, there’s something called freedom of speech; meaning we can all say and like whatever the fuck we want, unless you want to establish a mediocre social media dictatorship.

I also love how their friends stick up to them while they pretend to be on a hiatus to victimise themselves further. This one friend of them told a mutual "you will stand down" and "you will not win this" like the CLOWNING in here is real. Babygirl you are arguing against strangers online for a fucking fanfic trope, we aren’t in the middle of some medieval battlefield, wdym??? 😭😭

And also they blamed this same mutual telling her that she’s been harassing this one account for over a year (the big account mentioned previously that she had never seen my mutual before or something like that, and they never even talked before this???) even if the drama is recent, and said that... The drama was triggering the miscarriage this account had like a year ago. I swear to God this is too much to handle and it too sad. Especially to bring such tragic personal event like a miscarriage to put the weight on somebody else for an online argument about fictional tropes.

You literally said everything about this. I can’t believe we have to argue about this. And then the friend of a mutual said that its the right of the big account to have her own opinion but they aren’t respecting the opinions of others? Like damn just block people and filter tags, man. I don’t know what to tell you, because why would the world stop merely because you don’t like something and then everyone is like "OOO ESOKEEE🥺" to immediatly boost their ego by hating on other people going against what they say.

yk what, nonnie? You are absolutely fucking right. HOTD is fictional and we can do whatever the hell we want. And we shouldn’t be scared of speaking up. I’m tempted to publish my drafted post about this because I’m sick and tired of having to walk on knife edge just to not be harrassed. Thank you for the rant!

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[writingsofwesteros]

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— 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ⋆ ˚���

this blog is strictly multifandom, but that does not mean that i don’t play favorites for certain fandoms/characters. so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

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in no way shape or form should minors be interacting with anything on or posted to this blog. this is an 18+ space. anon hate and celebrity discourse also has no place here, so please respect that. if you are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic, judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading, can’t depict fiction from real life, you will be blocked.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

#faq #who i write for #guidelines #fandoms #dni

[howyouloveyourdragon]

I enjoyed your a/b/o universe writing and had an idea. When laenor dies instead of rhaenyra marrying daemon, she convinces viscerys to marry her omega half sister to her. Nsfw content included if possible though please don't do the bedding ceremony that they do in westeros as I have always found that idea humilating to mostly the women

ooOo i like it, also yes i'm not keen on the bedding ceremony either i can write it if asked to but it's not my favourite, :)

also sorry for the length i got so carried away lol

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓, one on either side of Viserys, both staring the other down. Alicent knew that there was a deeper reason for Rhaenyra's visit besides spending time with her ill father. And to her distaste she was correct. Rhaenyra hadn't allowed her children to join her, she couldn't risk another incident like last time she visited. She needed her father to see the benefits of the potential union above all else. Rhaenyra cleared her throat. "Father," She spoke, looking into his smiling face. "Has Y/n yet found a match?" Alicent's eyes narrowed and roamed her former friend's face. "No," Viserys answered with a light chuckle. "Alicent has made it extremely clear on the importance of her betrothed." Rhaenyra nodded slowly. "I agree." She started again. "Omegas are very rare, to have born one is a high privilege, she deserves someone truly worthy of her." Viserys nodded mindlessly but Alicent's stare felt the same as the last time they had fought. When Rhaenyra blinked she feared that she would open those eyes to see Alicent toward her with a dagger again. She shifted uncomfortably and listened to her father as he spoke of their child, pride evident in his tone. "We have received proposals but none yet that appease us." His daughter hummed at his statement. "And what about myself?" Viserys frowned. Alicent froze, her knife tightly gripped in her hand. "Yourself?" He asked. "I am recently widowed and in need of a betrothed. I have met Y/n before, she has visited Dragonstone often. She has become quite the charmer." Rhaenyra ignored the image of Alicent seething before her. "Nonsense." Alicent dispelled, swallowing down her anger as her jaw began to clench. Rhaenyra's brows shot upward, feigning surprise. She had expected this. "Why ever not?" She asked, attention turned to her stepmother. "She has come of age and I am a suitable candidate." "She will have no shortage of suitors and if an event changes this then Aemond is a perfectly suitable man." Alicent clicked her tongue. Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes but regained her composure. "Perhaps and while I deem it wise for her to keep our bloodline pure, Aemond is no alpha." Rhaenyra argued, turning her attention onto Viserys once more.

"At my side she will want for nothing, our bloodline will remain pure, her safety will be guaranteed and she will one day become Queen." She attempted to maintain her calm voice. She had learned quickly in life that her father prioritised peace and logic above anger. Alicent scoffed. It was Rhaenyra's son who had taken her own eye and now she wanted to take Alicent's daughter too? Her very pride? "You assume that she would approve of such a match. You barely know her, she has known Aemond her entire life." Rhaenyra's head snapped to her, her composure cracking for a moment. "Of course I know her, it is frequent that we exchange letters." She sneered. "How dare you cast such a vile accusation that she would be safer with any other." Alicent's now closed fist lands on the table with a threatening thud. "You dare cast the same, believing that you would bestow more safety on her than her brother?" Viserys stands as Rhaenyra leaps up from her seat. A tense air ensues. "Enough!" He commanded. "I am the girl's father and thus I shall decide on future arrangements." He seethed in frustration. Alicent's face turned to alarm while Rhaenyra grew dejected. She sighed. "Husband–" "Enough!" Viserys repeated. "I will be retiring to bed." Rhaenyra nodded and tried to calm her racing heart and prevent her flashing eyes. Alicent stared after him and considered walking him back but she could assume he would shrug her off–it wasn't often that he would be so irate "Yes, darling." She finally responded. Rhaenyra leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek and then swiftly turned to leave through the corridors.

Alicent stood in hesitation for a moment before following after her former friend. "What are you playing at?" She spat, chasing after her. Rhaenyra turned quickly and paced toward her. "I have waited too long to find someone who enraptured me as your daughter does and trust me I do not delight in the fact that she shares the same blood that pumps through your veins but alas it is so." Rhaenyra's voice was bellowing and a low hiss rang through her teeth. Alicent stepped back. "But you understand that she was made for me and she, I. You speak of duty but deny the ones I wish to pursue–I will marry your child, delight her in my every aspect of my love or else I shall lay myself upon my father's throne and relinquish my very life to your hand. She will always be mine, my omega. No matter what you tell yourself, it will be me that she devotes herself to." She breathed heavily. Alicent's expression didn't waver from its stone but her mind was reeling in confusion, surprise, interest and doubt. Satisfied that she left the Queen speechless, she left to her chambers. Fluster embedded in her every motion as she prepared for flight. It was two weeks after her visit to the Red Keep before she recieved an answer from her father. She beamed greatly as she read it carefully.

ℜ𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔶𝔯𝔞, 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡,

ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔜/𝔫 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫.

She didn't read the rest, she didn't need to. Already, she demanded to be prepared for dragonback. She sent for her children to do so also and soon they were travelling.

At arrival Rhaenyra notices the cold reception but she finds herself not caring when she can see you running through to the castle's entrance with a fresh cut of flowers in your grasp, petals falling freely. onto the floor. She smiles fondly as you finally reach her. Your eyes light up and she swears she sees little dancing stars in your eyes. You thrust the handmade bouquet into her arms and bite your lip as she accepts. "For you, dear sister." She says. Rhaenyra admires the flowers in admiration. You turn to her sons, grinning, you wave at them. "Hi, Jace, hi Luke." You look at Joffrey and laugh at the way he tries to grasp onto your hand. "Hi little Joff." He frowns at displeasure of the name but ultimately ignores it as Jace jumps at the chance to wrap his arms around you tightly, Luke following after him. Rhaenyra allows you to reunite so she can watch the interaction between you all. You always did aim to please. "My children have missed you." She announces, Luke immediately discrediting this even though he still hasn't pulled away from you. You smile at the boys. "I have too, it will be nice to see you so often, nephews." Jace nods. Rhaenyra laughs gently.

The wedding was long and intense, Rhaenyra's hand never left you whether it lay on your own or your thigh it remained. She presses herself close as she murmurs sweet enchantments in your ear. The wedding is sweet and a short ceremony with Alicent almost drinking as much as Aegon. "I hope this evening has been pleasant for you, dōna riña." (sweet girl) She twirled a collection of hair from your face. You flushed under her gaze. "Of course, wife." You answered pressing shy chaste kiss to the corner of her lip. Rhaenyra smiled wickedly. "And for the next half of our evening?" She asked carefully, voice low. She smirked at the surprise and embarrassment on your face– she wanted to kiss it away. Sex was a pleasure not something to be ashamed of. "I want to take care of you, sweetling." She hummed against your face as she walked her fingers slowly over your dress, edging closer to your heat. "Will you let me?" You let out a small whine and leaned closer against her, throat growing dry with lust. Her voice is slightly rough and sends a trigger of excitement down your spine. You nod, drawing a low growl from her as her body begins to heat up. Suddenly, she pulled away from you and stood. "My wife and I shall now be taking our leave. We thank you for your attendance to our union. One that I'm sure will rejoice in love and strength." Rhaenyra announces. An applause greets her as she tugs your hand. You rise and feel her arm link with yours.

The moment your shared chamber doors are closed behind you, she pounces. Her fingers roam your body as she hoists you against the door and wraps your legs around her, it was times like these that made Rhaenyra pray in thanks to the gods for her alpha DNA. Her left hand cups your breast and squeezes enough for pressure but not too hard for discomfort. You moan as she presses open mouthed kisses to your jaw, slowly drawing down to your neck. She drinks in your whines and pushes her cunt against yours, her clit twitches which urges her other hand to slowly dance up your skirts. She lowers you slowly to the floor and turns you around to unlace your wedding gown, kissing along the back of your neck as she does so. She tosses all your garments aside until your bare before her, when you turn back around you find that she has also stripped herself. Her eyes trail over you like a predator, slowly edging back toward you. When you shiver, she takes your hands and urges them against her, moulding your fingers to rub slow circles against her clit. A gasp shot from you as she returned the favour with her own fingers. Your heart thumped wildly, begging to press against her and almost like she heard it's pleads, she thrust her body against yours. She once more lifts you, to wrap around her but this time to drop you on the bed. She looked into your face with desire evident in the dilation of her eyes. "Jaelā nyke." She stated. (You want me) She smirks down at you and slowly lowers herself to kneel on the floor. Her mouth hovers over your heat, you can feel her warm breath against you, your clit twitching. Rhaenyra seems to relish in your confusion. "Kesan bodmagho ao everything, ñuha jorrāelagon." She promises. (I will teach you everything, my love) Her lips lower onto you, her hands carefully kneading your legs apart like dough when they try to close. "My sweet girl." She continues to murmur. She licks at you gently and in slow measure until your hands reach below you.

"Faster, please!" You beg, desperate for her tongue. She doesn't for quite some time until she takes one index finger and thrusts it into your cunt. A loud moan expels from you like prayer. She chuckles below you, the vibrations rolling a wave of pleasure into you. "Ñuha mijegindita virgin." She says, building rhythm. (My poor virgin) She allows a growl to escape her. "So good for me, so desperate for me." She rolls a second finger into you and flicks you clit with her tongue. "You wouldn't want anyone else but your Queen would you?" It's a rumbling behind your throat that turns into a submissive mewl. "You like that my dōna byka ābrazȳrys?" You nod mindlessly as she pulls you apart in her palm. When she pushes a third finger, she can feel you're close. You whine as she brings you to the unfamiliar edge, stretching you until your body is made to bend around her but you suppose it is now. "Ao māzis syt nyke, sweetling?" She asks. (Are you coming for me, sweetling?) You groan. "Then come." Her voice is now a hiss as your body obeys her for you, your orgasm plunging out of you. She accepts the release ardently, the need for you intensifying as more ripples erupt from you. She takes it from you like a gift, slowly unwrapping you–savouring you.

When she pulls away, you can see the wetness on her lips she's wearing like a badge of honour. Rhaenyra takes away her fingers, only snickering at your whining. She grins at you and intertwines your fingers together, rolling up your body. She wraps her legs either side of yours and leans down to kiss you with fervour. She cups your face with one hand. She's gentle again, always gentle. "Avy jorrāelan, dōna riña." She smiles. (I love you, sweet girl) She watches you carefully. "Do you want to love me back, sweetling?" You nod weakly to which she rewards you with a kiss. You murmur as your lucidity returns though slightly hazy. Your eyes flicker up at her. "Be my throne." With that she rises onto your face, lowering her cunt against your lips. With tentative caution, you extend your tongue to her.

A/N so i got a bit carried away and didn't want make this too long but i would be happy to write a part ii :) <3

#yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere rhaenyra targaryen x reader #yandere rhaenyra targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #ask #request #anon #anon ask #anon request #hotd smut #house of the dragon smut #yandere rhaenyra x half-sister #yandere rhaenyra targaryen x half-sister smut #alpha rhaenyra x omega reader #alpha rhaenyra

[howyouloveyourdragon]

alicent has a younger omega sister who is politically savvy but ignored by otto. when it is announced that alicent is marrying the king the hightower omega reader and alpha rhaenyra team up (get married) and become a power couple to get back at otto. if you want them to reconcile with alicent that may be something good to have happen but not likely to happen with otto as there's a lot of differences/anger between them. Headcanons though you can use it if you want to turn it into a longer thing.

pronouns: she/her warnings: inferences of misogyny

A/n: your honour i love hightower reader, i got carried away but i hope you still like! this idea is going straight into my pocket

okay so i'm going to use the assumption that Otto had the idea to place Alicent as Queen for a long time so he focussed most of his attention on influence Viserys and Alicent

so he doesn't have plans for you just assumes that once Alicent is married, he will have a plentiful of powerful lords offering tributes for your hand

he doesn't suspect that everything can flip so quickly

I think Viserys would take interest in you for your intellect if he noticed some of the quips you made or the books you read

so he may offer you become a cupbearer to sooth your curiosity

I imagine that Otto wouldn't be entirely happy about this because of your nature but it is another step to gaining the King's favour so he lets it slide

then you almost drop the large jug of wine on Lord Beesbury's lap when the announcement is made but you don't say anything until you're both back at your private quarters, you decide to deal with Alicent later, she's a mere pawn in your father's game but she is not completely innocent

"I don't understand." You roar at your father. "Alicent has been gallivanting with the heir to the Iron Throne since they were children and now you have her betray the princess? Are you a fool, father?" Otto's gaze narrowed as he stared past his child's exterior. "She may not always be the heir." He snapped, his implication clear. Y/n stepped back and scoffed, folding her arms. "You cannot be serious."

"When your sister bears a son, the King will reconsider her position."

that changes everything because you always suspected your father of wanting to claim the Iron throne but this was direct treason

you call him an idiot and storm out basically

and you smack into an equally furious Rhaenyra who is seething

you both share a heated stare but there is no malice

her eyes flicker over you in recognition

"You're Alicent's sister." She states to which you nod warily. "A Hightower."

That's when you clench your jaw and she definitely notices, now with a mischievous glint in her eyes instead of her anger and a burning idea "Well spotted, your grace"

if it were her father you were speaking to, you may have bowed but you knew Rhaenyra, you had seen her fume at the thought of biting her tongue, you doubted she would appreciate you holding yours.

"It seems I am in need of a new lady-in-waiting." You cock your head but don't give her the satisfaction of asking, if she wants something you want her to work for it and especially now that you know of your father's plans to usurp the throne

It's Rhaenyra's turn to clench her jaw

"Would you be interested?" Were you interested in becoming the future Queen's lady-in-waiting? Yes of course you were but Alicent was still your sister and you didn't want to just replace her because of the princess' judgment

then again, wouldn't it be fair to betray her like she had betrayed Rhaenyra? "I would be honoured, princess." You agreed, attracting a smirk to her lips

Her lips curl and her eyes narrow playfully as she links your arms

so the next three years you spend under your princess' arm and discussing the future of King's Landing

but there's no giggling in the godswood or studying Nymeria–you're not Alicent and you need her to know that

in its place you instate deep speeches in the library and chasing one another through the castle

since then, Rhaenyra has presented as an alpha and her presence as heir has practically been reaffirmed for it

she's still the same mischievous teenager that she was when she was younger but with you by her side, guiding her through political and social events, she's much more secure in herself

the idea of you seems to linger in her mind now that her liberties have been broadened, the restrictions from when she was younger no longer apply

her father still wants her to get married but he's a lot more relaxed around it considering her position and large prospects

your own relationship with your father hasn't improved, you're both increasingly wary of each other with snide remarks while dining but even those times are few as the princess demands your presence at her own table where she bears no shame flirting with you while Alicent grips her cup too tight to be coincidental

after one dinner in particular two scenarios happen, one between you and your sister and one between Rhaenyra and her father

"What are you doing?" She asks, hurt clear in the shake of her tone

"What?"

"You chastise me for heeding father's ambition and yet you do the same as I. You're a hypocrite" That boils your blood but you stay as calm as possible

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Yes you do!" She snaps "You're taking her from me!"

"She was never yours!"

"But she could have been" Alicent's voice comes out choked and you finally see the tears in her eyes "if I'd known she was a...I, I would have–" She doesn't need to finish her sentence as you wrap your arms around her and hush her cries

it was times like these that you forget she was the elder

your hand strokes through her hair as she murmurs her pains and regrets

meanwhile, Rhaenyra is working on keeping her shoulders level as she stands straight and composed opposite her father

"I have something to ask of you" She tells him and he's surprised at the authority of her voice "Then speak it" "I wish to claim a bride" His eyebrows shoot up, fairly certain that she would have suggested an allegiance with House Velaryon. He nods in encouragement and smiles "Of whom?" "Y/n Hightower" He nods and grasps her hands in his "Of course, my dear child" Though there is the slightest hesitation and suspicion in him, this is the second Hightower child to be brought into the Targaryen dynasty and Otto's influence feel overbearing these days

However he could never deny his darling daughter Rhaenyra of course

a lot happens that night but she doesn't tell you of the news right away, she waits a few moons to make sure it is something you would be interested in, she was rejected by Alicent she could just as easily be rejected by you too

but she had to try

so once the sun has fully set on the fourth night since and the moon shines down on you like a promise, you brush through the courtyard trying to understand the scalding heat in your loins while whimpers drip from your mouth

you lay upon the cold stone of a bench and take deep breaths until you're found

by Rhaenyra

and with a bright beam of her smile she is telling you the good news as you present yourself to her like an unfolding flower

with a new glow and spring in your step, you're attached to the hip

she likes that you can be affectionate in public with her, that was one of the reasons her relationship with Alicent deteriorated, she always felt like she was about to get caught

you can tell your father feels torn at the news, this one step closer to a Hightower on the throne but that Hightower has stated her dislike of the idea

as you enter the throne room to arrange the betrothal, Otto's eyes are as trained on you as yours are on his and the tension isn't hidden, a standoff waiting to happen

When it comes to the wedding and you begrudgingly take his arm down the aisle, his mouth is close to your ear

"I hope you understand now, I am only here to protect you." Your eyes turn to him, emotions indistinguishable "I'm sure" Your voice is dry and lacks depth, erupted an irritated sigh to escape your father's chest "Must you always be so difficult?" "Must you always be so delluded" He doesn't have a chance to respond as it comes time

He turns to remove your cloak only to remember that it's not there and steps to the side

Viserys was happy enough to perform a Valyrian ceremony for his daughter and at the word 'unbreakable' you knew it was the way to go

all uncertainties are lost as intimate family witness the union

you avoid Alicent's eyes and when you finally meet them you don't find the distaste you expected

as Rhaenyra and you lock your stinging hands together, there's a transfer of something deeper within you

#anon #anon asks #anon requests #anon ask #anon request #hightower reader #rhaenyra targaryen x hightower reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra x hightower reader #rhaenyra x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd smut #house of the dragon smut #alpha rhaenyra x omega reader #alpha rhaenyra #a/b/o verse #omegaverse #alpha rhaenyra targaryen #alpha rhaenyra targaryen x reader #alpha rhaenyra targaryen headcanons #alpha rhaenyra targaryen x reader headcanons #alpha rhaenyra targaryen x hightower reader headcanons

[howyouloveyourdragon]

So i read your recent work with rhaenyra as an alpha and wanting marry her sister after she presents as an omega and thought it was great. I was wondering if you could add nsfw content to it as I think you do that very well. Thank you for considering to write it.

aww tysm! i really appreciate that and im glad you liked it <3 this takes place just before where i wrote about rhaenyra demanding your hand in marriage as this is where i initially got the conflict on whether nsfw was wanted

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣𝔠)

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎

"𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, my darling?" You nodded and looked at her through teary eyes. The expression made something stir within her, erupting a shiver. Rhaenyra only pulled back to press a long kiss against your cheek and slowly lowered her head until it rested on her shoulder. She grinned as she sucked a bruising mark on her. "I knew you were my dōna riña, my little omega." She almost laughed at the mewls slowly escaping your lips. (Sweet girl) "My little dragon...so good for me." She breathed. Her heart thumped loudly, almost vibrating onto your skin. She pushed you to lay entirely on the bed gently. Rhaenyra's hand slithered up to rest against the deep mark she bit into your shoulder. She smiled and licked along it before biting back down. This was it. She was going to claim you as her own whether her father approved of it or not. She lowered her teeth harder than before until a sharp electricity shot through the both of you. A rush of excitement rushed through her despite the pain beginning to hit at her too. Rhaenyra knew about bonds–at least more about them than her sister did so while she winced, she didn't let up. Instead, she rubbed against Y/n's clit with a warm palm, attempting to ease her whimpering. She didn't want this to hurt more than it needed to.

"What are you doing?" Y/n murmured through broken words. She groaned around you as she felt the key turn, locking you into her. You suddenly jolted at the unusual feeling. She had done it. She soothed you with her tongue until finally releasing from you with a beam. She fussed at your hair, you were hers now, she had to take care of her pretty baby. All hers. "I just had to make you mine." She uttered softly, Rhaenyra loved you and she wanted you to know that. She moaned as your knees rustled above the sheets, unintentionally driving up to brush against her clit. "You've been such a good girl for me. I think you deserve a reward." She snuck a hand up your leg, wrenching out the moan you deserved so deeply. Her fingers tickled against you before resting on the source of your heat. The heat of a dragon and her regal birthright. She was a Targaryen and if she desired a dragon then she would take one. The princess had already tamed one, what could stop her from taking another? She would be the first to have two dragons at her side for her to mount as she pleased and she couldn't wait. Rhaenyra pressed her plump lips against your neck, she needed all of Westeros to know of her claim, to both the throne and her mate. Her love. "Mandia..." (Sister) You moaned as her fingers danced across your cunt. She shook her head. "Daor, iksan aōha lover kiza bantis." She hissed in a smooth lilting voice. (No, I am your lover tonight) That was the only motivation she needed as she thrust into you with her index, leaving you with an otherworldly gasp. Her lips snapped to yours and slipped another finger in. She was trying to be gentle but she desired you too much. Rhaenyra raised her other hand to press against your cheek, making it impossible for you to squirm away from her. Passion flared within her gut at your free sounds. She separated your lips but kept the ghost of them rest above. She thanked the Gods old and new for this moment. For making you hers. Hers. Rhaenyra let a growl emit from the back of her throat. She reluctantly took her fingers from you and marvelled at the slick. She smirked as it stuck to her. Her eyes trained on you. "Say it." Rhaenyra smiled, mischief evident in the deep purple of her eyes. Your brows furrowed, confusion etching a beautiful pout on your face. Her clit throbbed against the sheets. "Say you're mine, ñuha jorrāelagon." (my love) She pressed her lips to kiss the column of your throat, nipping lightly.

"I'm yours." You agreed. In lightning speed, you had the Heir of the Seven Kingdoms licking your sticky pleasure from her fingers and ducking beneath your dress and lick at your cunt for more. Your heart hammered and your throat tightened as her tongue thrust against the powerful bud she knew all too well by now. She sucked against it like a hobby–light but excited. Eventually her tongue drifted lower. Rhaenyra pushed your thigh onto her shoulder, draping the rest of your leg over her as though it weighed nothing at all. You moaned into the air and she silently hoped for the guards outside your doors to hear you as you surrendered yourself to her. Her tongue burrowed into your lower lips as her fingers returned to rub at your clit. Pleasure edged at you like a sentient being. They played with it teasingly until pulling away so that she could interlock both hands with your own, she tugged them into her silver hair and groaned at every tug. Only when she felt her lips begin to throb themselves at her ministrations did she let up. She pulled herself away from your skirts, ignoring your mewling desires. "Say it again, dōna jorrāelagon." She demanded, pupils dilated. (sweet love) In a sudden motion, Rhaenyra twisted you down into the sheets and hurried to unlace your dress, tearing it from you and then repeating on herself. Once naked, she pressed her breasts against your breasts and pushed down on your spine. "Sagon ñuha sȳz mate." She whispered seductively in your ear before once more turning you to lay beneath her. (Be my good mate) Rhaenyra's engorged clit rubbed against yours with swift strokes, longing to release her seed within you. She couldn't help of course that her sweet omega sister presented herself during her rut. The girls now women moaned like vixens as they enticed one another. You raised your nails to scratch lightly at your alpha's back, raking as though your life depended on it. Rhaenyra lowered her fingers to grant her true mate sweet release. "Māzigon syt nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon." (Come for me, my love) And so, as asked of you, you erupted under her, prompting herself. She let you gasp and writhe as she came undone herself. Rhaenyra pressed your cunt to hers, rubbing her clit into your opening as she released. It had never felt this good with Criston before.

As the gentle haze started to fly away she collapsed beside you and wrapped herself around you tightly. "Kesā consume ñuha mōrī jelevre." She murmured quietly, leaning into your ear. (You will consume my final breath) "Se kessa ivestragon Avy jorrāelan." She pressed a long kiss to the side of your neck. (And it will say I love you)

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[howyouloveyourdragon]

Hi I loved your most recent alpha rhaenyra x omega sister and was wondering if you could do a part 2 for it(maybe rhaenyra uses her sister as a power play and makes her sit on her lap in council meeting while she fingers her or something) completely up to you tho if you don’t feel comfortable writing it

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎

hi anon it's been a little while so i hope i've done the right fic and just in case not, I tried to leave some elements vague in case but let me know if i'm wrong once asks are back open or if you would prefer a different one!

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄 fingers over her dear omega's thigh, squeezing it when her pout deepened. "If Alicent wants war then I'll give her one. We already have more dragons than she does." Y/n tried to ignore the smirk on Daemon's face and the words her aunt spoke so viciously. Rhaenys narrowed her eyes. "Rhaenyra, they don't only have dragons, they have Vhagar." Unconsciously, Rhaenyra dug her nails into her little love's thigh. Y/n bit back her hiss and bit her lip. Her eyes squeezed shut but Rhaenyra didn't take notice. "Vhagar is also a war-dragon." Rhaenyra stated. "She is uncontrollable. No one listened when my father said that the dragons have more control over us than we but if I intend to take my rightful claim then I will prove this. Which I do. Vhagar killed my son as much as Aemond and I shall have her head for it." Rhaenyra spat, venom dripping from her. Rhaenys shared a glance with Baela who stood to her side. She looked back at Rhaenyra. "I swore myself to you for many reasons. One is that I trusted you to listen to your council and not the twitterings of those untrustworthy. Desire is what kills, your grace." Rhaenyra boiled but instead of biting back this time, she took a hard grip of her sister and roughly tugged her onto her lap. Her fingers twitched in irritation but they soothed themselves as she nervously fiddled with her darling's hair. She brushed through it with her hands and unravelled the knots to her ability. Her council gaped and exchanged glances with one another though Rhaenys waited in patience, she was not unused to public displays of affection. Y/n swallowed before taking a deep breath and raised a shaking hand to Rhaenyra's. She offered a squeeze. Rhaenyra's eyes traced her face like a map until she found her eyes and softened. Her fingers paused and then squeezed back even tighter before settling in her sister's lap. With one arm wrapped around Y/n, the Queen proceeded to wrap the other to join it.

Y/n squirmed in her hold. Rhaenyra started to slowly tap against the table until a sudden understanding passed her. Her head jolted up. "There's one dragon that neither side has a hold over." All eyes turned on the young princess, the one not in green nor black but crystal blue like the clarity beseeching them all. Y/n shrank in her seat, Rhaenyra's gaze studying her. Her hand slowly slithered up her love's dress. Her fingers skimmed over her skin, leaving goosebumps as they walked. When they reached Y/n's inner thigh, she extracted a jump from her. "But we have their rider." Rhaenyra's words were spoken with pride and a sly tongue. Her eyes twinkled as her index drew figure eights. Baela frowned and tilted her head. "With all respect, your grace," She began, her tone still and poised. "green blood flows in her veins. How do we know we can trust her." Rhaenyra's eyes didn't stray. "We don't need to trust her. She has been claimed and for that it is not her decision whether she intends to rebel or not. By mark alone she is mine." A shocked series of murmurings bellowed through the table, Baela's eyes widened in shock as she looked at her younger cousin. A claim is far more meaningful than to steal your enemy's child, to lay a bite upon an omega and prove yourself worthy of them was an entirely different act. Baela's inquisitive stare turned cautious as it turned on you, the silent plea for answers. You had been close before the war and now she was worried not only for herself but now you. Two weeks and she had yet to be given approval to speak with you, she was itching for it. Rhaenyra turned to look at her, following your longing gaze for your once friend. It reminded her of when she looked at Alicent and a jolt of poison spilled into her veins at the sight. She clenched her jaw as her fingers took a leap to your cunt. Rhaenyra denied you of your smallclothes so that she could view your perk nipples at all times and she was grateful for it as she threaded a lone thumb over your clit. She rubbed pointedly at it and revelled in the low whine you tried to hold back. Rhaenyra smiled at the growing confusion on Baela's face.

"Rhaenyra." Rhaenys began with a scathing stare. "Was that quite wise. You have no limit to heirs." "Well found, aunt." Rhaenys' jaw ticked. Rhaenyra's middle finger slithered itself inside your cunt with all the reluctance of a lion feasting its new meal. "I understand the..." She narrowed her eyes as she searched for a respectful word. "desires of a young woman but would we not find Y/n more useful when–" "Her uses have no bounds, Rhaenys, I promise you." Her tone is more powerful than before, one emotional now calculating. She didn’t have to think any longer to stop lingering over the slick she's created in her darling's cunt. She thrusted a sudden second finger inside her. Y/n let out a guttural groan, her breathing shallowed as she bent her head over and furrowed her brows. Baela jumped and almost rushed to her cousin's side. "Are you okay, princess?" She asked, remembering herself and her presence, she straightened but her feet still twitched in eager to join Y/n. Y/n's teeth bit even harder into her lip and shook her head. A flash of red catches Rhaenyra's eyes and despite her longing to nurture the girl, she feels a swell of pride. She draws her finger outside of her omega's cunt–presenting the wet finger to her court as it pressed against her little love's lip. She pulled it back so the council could see. She grinned smugly and tilted her head. "It appears my sweet needs some time to retire." Her devilish beam brightens. "She must not be used to such matters, such stress." She dipped the finger in her mouth and encouraged her with a light tap to suck it tentatively until it disappeared against her tongue. Y/n couldn't help but feel her stomach twist as the condescension left her alpha's lips. She lifted her chin with her other hand as she removed it. Rhaenyra stared into her darling's eyes. A growl emitted from the Queen's throat, raspy and husky. "Good girl." She moaned. A sphere of isolation circled in on them as they stared at one another. Y/n felt like a traitor as her heart clenched. "I will be escorting her and we may continue this discussion tomorrow." Rhaenyra bellowed and a new flush of shame flew over the princess' face. As she spoke she made eye contact with Baela, noticing the wash of realisation begin to run over her eyes.

#yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere rhaenyra targaryen x reader #yandere rhaenyra targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #ask #request #anon #anon ask #anon request #hotd smut #house of the dragon smut #yandere rhaenyra x half-sister #yandere rhaenyra targaryen x half-sister smut #alpha rhaenyra x omega reader #alpha rhaenyra

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dividers by hitobaby

ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha!rhaenyra claims sister ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha!rhaenyra claims sister part 2 ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere alpha!rhaenyra x omega half-sister betrothal ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens power play* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra punishes omega reader after lords flirt with her* ﾟ☁︎｡ Alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra x Lady-in-waiting ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra x female dragonseed* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra x female dragonseed* part 2 ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister ﾟ☁︎｡ Dragonseed reader saves Rhaenyra from execution & Aegon the young ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra x Valyrian sorceress reader* ﾟ☁︎｡ Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon headcanons

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ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega sister with child together fluffy ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra and laenor x aemond (platonic) headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra and laenor parenting her siblings ﾟ☁︎｡ headcanons of alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance) ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x aegon (romantic) headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x omega leana headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon & rhaenyra x fem!reader in charge ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra targaryen x dragonseed!reader claiming her dragon for the first time ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x yandere daemon x half sister (blacks win au) ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon male!reader ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (platonic) ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra x royce-targ!reader ﾟ☁︎｡ headcanons of alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x omega laena headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance) ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x aegon (romantic) headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x son cole!reader x yandere laenor headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra x twin!reader soulmate au ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra and velaryon!son with laenor headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x helaena ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x handmaiden ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x female dragonkeeper headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere mom rhaenyra x orphan reader headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryion reader headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega daenerys headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra x omega!hightower alt ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega!sister part 2 ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryon reader headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ politically smart hightower x rhaenyra (part 2)  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega male velaryon!reader  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x tyrell omega reader  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent (arranged marriage)  ﾟ☁︎｡alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x alpha daemon headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡yandere rhaenyra and haelena (platonic) headcanons

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ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x omega leana headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent (arranged marriage)  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x alpha daemon headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra x alicent open marriage w/ laenor headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x alicent (blacks win au) ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x alpha laena x omega alicent headcanons

ﾟ☁︎｡No Rest For The Dragons ﾟ☁︎｡The Softest Love

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ﾟ☁︎｡ jacaerys overstim smut, 'Too Much, Too Little' ﾟ☁︎｡ baela & jacaerys x reader ﾟ☁︎｡ helaena x jace headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ jace x reader confession prompt 11 ﾟ☁︎｡ jace x reader prompt 30 ﾟ☁︎｡ jace x reader flustered prompts

ﾟ☁︎｡ Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon platonic headcanons

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ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance)  ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x aegon (romantic) headcanons

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ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x helaena  ﾟ☁︎｡ helaena x jace headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ helaena has peace for herself

ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister

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ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon x fem!reader steamy bath smut ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon & rhaenyra x fem!reader in charge ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance)  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance)  ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x yandere daemon x half sister (blacks win au) ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (platonic)  ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon x reader comfort  ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon x hightower fem!reader ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x alpha daemon headcanons

#requests #hotd requests #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aegon ii x reader #daemon targaryen x reader

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ASOIAF Masterlist

does not include series' * means it includes smut dividers from saradika

House of the Dragon taglist

Rhaenyra Targaryen

fics: - Lavander Haze - Mastermind - alpha!rhaenyra claims sister, ii* (request) - Yandere alpha!rhaenyra x omega half-sister betrothal (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens power play* (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra punishes omega reader after lords flirt with her* (request) - Alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* (request) - Pearls* – sugar mommy rhaenyra au (ft. alicent) - Of Lances and Thorns – male!hightower reader (pending) - A Sunset Seal – male!martell reader (pending) - Perfect – fem!tully reader (pending) - My One and Only, My Lifeline - rhaenicent band au (pending) - Young Dragon (request) (pending) - One Flesh, One Heart, One soul (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Yandere Rhaenyra x Lady-in-waiting (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens* (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra x female dragonseed*  ii* (request) - Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister (request) - Dragonseed reader saves Rhaenyra from execution & Aegon the young (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra x Valyrian sorceress reader* (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons - Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon headcanons (request) - Platonic Yandere Rhaenyra x Aegon (platonic) (request) (pending) - rhaenyra and laenor x aemond headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra looking after her siblings instead (request) (pending) - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending) - Alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x yandere laenor x son reader (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x laenor son (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x handmaiden (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x female dragonkeeper (request) (pending) - yandere mom rhaenyra x orphan reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryon reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader (request) (pending) - rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending)

Alicent Hightower

fics: - Only Queen - Last Kiss - Pearls* – sugar mommy rhaenyra x reader x sugar mommy alicent (ft. rhaenyra) (pending) - The Set-Up – male!velaryon reader (pending) - A Breeze of Decay (pending) - My One and Only, My Lifeline - rhaenicent band au (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Jacaerys Velaryon

fics: - Everybody Wants you - Namesday* (ft. aemond x reader) - The Heart Bestowed – tyrell!reader - No Rest For The Dragons (request) - Too Much, Too Little* (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons - Haelena x Jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending)

Aemond Targaryen

fics: - Some Thread Of Time - Namesday* (ft jacaerys x reader) - Sweet Girl* (ft aegon x reader) - Crystals* (ft alys rivers x reader) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Aegon Targaryen

fics: - Gold Rush - Sweet Girl* (ft. aemond x reader) - Prince of Rouge – moulin rouge au, satine!aegon targaryen (pending) - The Memories (pending) - Eagerness* (pending)

headcanons: - Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon platonic headcanons (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Helaena Targaryen

fics: - Maroon - I Think He Did It (pending) - Soft Peace (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending) - haelena x jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending)

Cregan Stark

fics: - Parchment (pending)

headcanons:

Corlys Velaryon

fics: - The Moon

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Daemon Targaryen

fics: - alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* (request) - Remnants* – fem!peasant reader - The Heat* (request) (pending) - Gentle Light (request) (pending) - Head of House (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons - daemon x hightower fem reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending)

Rhaenys Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending)

Alys Rivers

fics: - Crystals* (ft aemond x reader) (pending)

headcanons:

Game Of Thrones

Daenerys Targaryen

fics: - alpha daenerys x brat omega!reader (request)

headcanons:

Margaery Tyrell

fics: - Taking Charge* – ft Robb Stark (request) - Any Path We Take (pending)

headcanons:

Robb Stark

fics: - Taking Charge* – ft Robb Stark (request) - Fight it – targaryen!reader (pending) - Best Friend's Brother (request) (pending)

headcanons:

Arya Stark

fics: - yandere arya x fem!reader pt 2 pt3 (pending) (request)

headcanons:

Bran Stark

fics: - Lady By The Sea – mermaid!reader (pending)

headcanons:

Jaime Lannister

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Eddard Stark:

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Stannis Baratheon:

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

misc.

Rhaegar Targaryen

fics: - The Flower and Her Sword (pending)

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Aegon I Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Maegor Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Baelon Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Viserys Targaryen

fics

headcanons - alicent's widowed sister

Brynden Tully

fics

headcanons - yandere husband headcanons (request) (pending)

Character x Character

Platonic - alpha rhaenyra and omega aegon headcanons (request) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra and laenor x aemond headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra looking after her siblings instead (request) (pending) - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending)

Romantic - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending) - haelena x jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega daenerys headcanons (request) (pending)

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current requests – status; closed

(these are not in order of release or priority)

- alpha rhaenyra x omega sister with child together fluffy - yandere husband brynden tully - dark tyler galpin kidnapping reader (my evil bby is back) - yan!arya part 3 (i'm not gonna lie to yall i missed her ty for reminding me) - tyler x half!bunny reader - rhaenyra and laenor x aemond (platonic) headcanons - headcanons of rhaenyra and laenor parenting the hell out of her siblings (please anon i love how you wrote this lmao) - rhaenys parenting aegon, helaena and aemond - headcanons of alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids - alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x omega leana headcanons - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon (romantic) headcanons - margaery tyrell diamond castle au - daemon & rhaenyra x fem!reader in charge - daemon x fem!reader steamy bath smut - rhaenyra targaryen x dragonseed!reader claiming her dragon for the first time - yandere rhaenyra x yandere daemon x half sister (blacks win au) - robb stark x targ!reader arranged marriage - yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (platonic) - modern footballer!robb x reader - yandere rhaenyra x son cole!reader x yandere laenor headcanons - rhaenyra x twin!reader soulmate au - yandere rhaenyra and velaryon!son with laenor headcanons - jacaerys overstim smut - yandere rhaenyra x helaena - daemon x reader comfort - helaena x jace headcanons - helaena creates peace for herself - yandere rhaenyra x handmaiden - jace x reader softest love prompt 2&7 - jace x reader confession prompt 11 - jae x reader pillow thoughts prompts 4&13 - yandere rhaenyra x female dragonkeeper headcanons - yandere mom rhaenyra x orphan reader headcanons - jace x reader prompt 30 - jace x reader flustered prompts - alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryion reader headcanons - alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader headcanons - daemon x hightower fem!reader - politically smart hightower x rhaenyra (part 2) - alpha rhaenyra x omega daenerys headcanons - rhaenyra x omega!hightower alt - alpha rhaenyra x omega!sister part 2 - rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon male!reader - alpha rhaenyra x omega male velaryon!reader - baela & jacaerys x reader - alpha rhaenyra x tyrell omega reader - alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent (arranged marriage) - alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x alpha daemon headcanons - rhaenyra x alicent open marriage w/ laenor headcanons - rhaenyra x royce-targ!reader - alpha rhaenyra x omega royce reader headcanons - yandere rhaenyra and haelena (platonic) headcanons - alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryon fem!reader - yandere alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent headcanons - yandere rhaenyra x alicent (blacks win au) - alpha rhaenyra x alpha laena x omega alicent headcanons

#current requests #requests