a collection of one-shots, series and drabbles for the tv show/book house of the dragon/fire and blood, posted on both tumblr and ao3 by myself.
-aemond targaryen x reader (6 stories in total).
-aegon targaryen (2 stories in total).
-helaena targary...
~ it's tonight, i'm a venomous flower after taking your soul. [aemond targaryen]. SMUT [posted 23/04/27]
the queen of the seven kingdoms in desperate need of an heir, luckily for her the king's brother is available! reader is afab with she/her pronouns & my requests are OPEN! there are no appearance indicators in this fic. [2,500 words]
i am in NO way responsible in your fanfic consumption MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: this fic contains: dubcon (to be safe), throne sex, cucking (kinda), oral sex (f receiving), knife kink, mean dom reader, sub aemond, name calling (aemond), breeding, girl on top, degradation, biting/marking kink there might be slight humiliation kink in here. this is just really filthy, porn without plot. if i missed any please lmk!
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The crown sat atop of your head, your expression was one of boredom while your body sat on the Iron Throne. A thing you hated so much, it tore the family apart yet freely sat upon, taking the role your husband could not succeed at. He didn't succeed at many things in your opinion — your womb lacked an heir you would get even if it wasn't your husband who would provide you with such a blessing. Your husband wouldn't know the child was not his, you were certain of that.
"You must know the reason you're here today, Aemond, I need an heir and my husband cannot provide for me, so you will make do. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you? You are, after all, my most favourite subject?"
You had perplexed Aemond, if he were any other man he'd be on his knees within an instant. He'd do whatever you had told him to without hesitance, but he knew what would happen if anybody were to find out what you were suggesting, sitting on the throne no less. "Your husband will have me hanged, I quite value my life, your grace, even if you do not."
"You dare say no to me." You were growing irritated with him, you were certain he'd be on his knees begging for this opportunity. You'd seen how he looked at you with such intensity, his eye truly held his unsaid thoughts freely. "You should be on your knees, worshipping your queen, not questioning her decisions.
"And what would you have me do once I'm on my knees?"
"I could think of a few things," you were smirking now, "Do you not wish to fuck me? I had thought you wouldn't need convincing. Is your eye the only thing that's missing, or are you missing... other parts?"
You were getting under his skin now, he knew you wanted to get a rise out of him, to make him act in such a way that he would lose all his morals and fuck you on the throne which had caused his family such anguish, to betray his brother in such a way.
"Why are you so concerned about my own parts? Should you not be more focused on your own husband's? And his lack of giving you an heir?"
"We are at war, I cannot be without an heir if anything happened to your brother you know what they would do to me." Your own desperation was seeping through your words, perhaps this was truly your last resort, that you had tried everything you possibly could to produce an heir, and it was in fact Aegon who was at fault with your lack of children. "You are my last hope Aemond, I would not ask if I didn't believe it would work."
