Request Aemond Targaryen X Chubby Reader

Teaser Part 2 of Rage

Here is a little teaser/rough, of the middle of the part 2, this will be smut.

As I generally struggle at this, today I get over and write as it's come in my mind.

Hope you will like it ^-^

See you all when for the full part ❤️

Tag : @avalyaaa @immyowndefender

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Y/n watched Daemon move towards the bed, watching him lie down.

"Raise your arms above your head."

The tone of her voice was calm, her anger always present, even if diminished at the sight of Daemon naked form on her bed. Daemon wanted to protest, but raising his arms, as looking at y/n who opened a drawer and pull out leather straps. Surprised would not have been the appropriate adjective to Daemon’s feelings seeing the straps.

"You’re going to be a good husband." Y/n started tying Daemon’s wrists to the head of her bed, avoiding hurting Daemon.

Daemon tested the straps, but quickly understood that these were well attached. He noted mentally that he had to ask how it was that she had thoses. Over all know how to tie them.

Daemon shook his head slightly, before looking in the direction of his wife, who was beginning to undress. His erection was starting to hurt. The anticipation palpable. "Fuck... she is beautiful..."

Daemon growled when Y/n sat on his hips, refusing any contact between his cock and pussy. He pulled his arms but was stuck.

"No, no... first of all, you’re going to prove to me how skillful you are with your tongue."

Y/n slowly pulled up Daemon’s body, even if she didn’t want to show it. She was going to take her pure pleasure from him.

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Maegor.( Maegor begs a woman the first time.😼🤗)

Oh yes 😼🤭 i work on it

The tarvern girl

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x fem chubby reader   Summary: Aegon II meets a simple chubby girl who works in a tavern Trigger Warning: English is not my mother tongue, so sorry if there are mistakes that are going through my correction. And it's the first time i write for him.

In the middle of King’s Landing there was the tavern where you worked, said tavern, consisting of two floors as well as a cellar, on the ground floor, of pillars of oaks delimited spaces in the large room that counted the floor. The stone walls were covered with ochre cloth, woodwork was placed there both to help support the walls but also as decoration, on several walls, there were receptacles for the torches, there was on the wall to the left of the entrance, several pictorial posters. (King’s Landing population being mostly illiterate, they were used primarily to prevent a large event or when looking for a criminal.) On the other walls were ornaments of dried flowers, an old shield dating back if you were to believe the tavern, before the conquest of Westeros. The ground was composed of a large grey stone slab, on which were placed several tables, to which were added wooden chairs. Several torches illuminated the room, giving warm colors to the place. A counter made of large stones and a large plate of oak wood advocated at the back of the room, the tavernier, who was a large man a little round with a trimming beard, served customers who drank near him. A wooden door separated the counter from the kitchen, although it seemed modest at first glance, did not prevent the cooks from preparing small or large dishes for the guests. 

On the first floor, there were the guest rooms, there were 4 of them as well as a bathroom where guests could request the preparation of a bath. The rooms, like the kitchen, were modest, they all looked alike, with a double bed, a wardrobe, a carpet and a window to which fine curtains could be cut from the outside.     The second floor was that of the owner and also served as an attic, the owner lived there with his family, the employees living a few hundred meters from the tavern, he was not obliged to house them too.         Musicians played lively music, this evening was good, more than twenty customers were consuming, talking and dancing. There were a lot of men coming back from work or travelling. A smell of fire, meat and grilled vegetables was floating in the air. As a waitress, you went from table to table, being more chubby than other employees was not a disadvantage, all that was important either that you do a good job, or polite with the customers but firm with the most difficult and smiling, The rest wasn’t important. Customers paying rather well, especially merchants returning from long journeys, They used to get used to it as the old tanner gave tips according to their refinement with their waiters and spent several hours talking about their new orders and their fabrications or talking about their families. That’s how you learned that the blacksmith’s daughter had just become engaged to the shoemaker’s son, or that the baker’s wife had asked him not to spend the money in the tavern. They were merchants close to the tavern, they became members of the family there. 

All were silent when the door opened with a little more force than usual, and the cool wind of the evening came in, flickering the flames of the torches. The customers and the tavern-keeper looked at the people who had just entered, there were five of them, two wore a dark hood on their heads and all set out towards the counter, the customer who was at your side began to speak to you.     "Although these people are suspicious, I’d like my beer."     "Oh yes forgive me."     You gave the client his drink before you continued to serve it to your colleague. You looked from the corner of your eye, the group of newcomers, all along their drinks. the hoods had not left their heads, the tavern had received several comments from customers suspecting that his people could be criminals on the run, but your boss answered them each time, that it was not very likely, the criminals more often combine in the lower quarters, the guards spanking their rounds and the last catch of the criminals by the golden capes had marked the memories, although this had happened before your birth, by the prince Daemon, and he was no longer commander of the King’s Landing watch, events had marked more than a generation. 

As the night progressed, clients began to leave, some more sober than others. The small group asked for a free room for one of their comrades who were much more drunk than the others. Your colleague had just finished her schedule and it was to you that your boss asked to prepare a room, the two remaining guests were not going to cause her any problem.         The room was quickly prepared, checking that the sheets were clean, closing the window that was open to ventilate the room and lighting a fire in the walk to warm and light the room. You walked out of the room to look for an extra blanket to help the client not get too cold by the time the room gets hot. At the same time, two of the people in the group dropped off the very drunk client, asking you when you returned that no one would enter the room before their return in the early afternoon, while their drinking companion sobered up. You agreed, it was not uncommon for some guests not to be disturbed, they even pay a small surcharge at the end of their stay.     Part of you would have at the time preferred that the unknown be a criminal, for to the vision of short and silvery hair a chill due to the surprise taken you. You’ve never seen Targaryen or Velaryon. It was true that rumours roamed the city, about Prince Aegon, spending several nights in some places of King’s Landing and not the most beautiful. You doubted whether he was the prince or not, you didn’t want any trouble and considered him one of your clients, hoping that you wouldn’t have any trouble with anyone, if this young man was indeed someone important.     "Here’s a blanket to keep you warm, do you need anything else?" You watched the young man lying on the edge of the bed while keeping a soft voice.     "Wine... more wine..." 

You slowly bowed your head before leaving the room, you closed the door behind you, going down the steps you saw that there was no more customer. Your boss watched you come back, he realized that something was wrong when you whispered the wine order.       "Y/ ?"   "It’s nothing, the customer asks for wine."   "Hmm... is that all he wants?"   "Yes. "       The tavern boy looked at you for a few seconds before giving you a cup and a pitcher of red wine. You also told him which room was occupied, before going back upstairs. The sooner you ended up with the unknown and the sooner the tavern could close the few hours before the arrival of the day’s employees, these coming mainly to clean the premises, go to walk for some of the provisions and accommodate the wagons filled with wine barrels and beer barrels.     You walked to the door of the stranger’s room. You knocked twice and waited for the other person to answer you or open the door, you thought that in his condition, if he could get up you would be surprised, more than one client in this condition ended the evening or the night having to be helped or to walk on all fours or even to sleep on the surface on which they are. There was no noise, indicating an answer or a movement, you decided to wait another minute or two before entering and put the wine and the cup in the room. If the client was asleep, it might as well wait for him to wake up.     You were out of your thoughts when you heard a loud noise coming from the room, you jumped out of it and hurriedly opened the door, ready to scream your boss’s name in case the unknown had been mysteriously assaulted. But the vision that greeted you no longer made you want to yell at your boss. 

The stranger was a few centimeters from the bed, on the ground rolling in blankets, fighting with the forces he had left. You put the cup and the jug on the ground before you left to shake it off.       "Calm down, I’ll help you." You stayed calm, although the situation might have been funny.   "Hmmm... let me... "   "I’d love to, but I can’t let you get tangled up like that, you’re gonna hurt yourself."       The young stranger looked at you for a few seconds, his look of a dark purple was lined with red veins. He seemed to mist in alcohol, more than reason, he seemed to hesitate to accept your help before he stopped struggling. You helped him and discovered that he had with difficulty half undressed, leaving himself with pants and boots. He did not thank you, getting up with difficulty and sitting on the bed, you put the blankets on the bed, letting him fend for himself as much as he could under them. In the meantime you made the few meters that separated you from the door to look for the wine and the cup, to place them close to him.       "If you feel sick, there’s a pot under your bed. Rest well."       He did not answer you, preferring to lie down and turn his back on you. You get out of the room, lock the door behind you, walk down the stairs, pull the knot off your apron that you put in the employees' shed, pick up some of your stuff from there and get the key to your house and get started. You closed the door of the tavern and in the night you took the way of your house, crossing some knights whom you quietly saluted, do not think about the next day and the future events. No, all you cared about was your bed.    

The days and weeks that followed were almost identical to the work. The same group came several nights in a row to the tavern and each time the same stranger ended his night at the tavern. Although at first it was Maria, your colleague, who served them, the tavern-keeper asked you to replace her, you were already taking care of the unknown when he spent the night in the tavern, as much as you take care of them throughout their consumption so as not to have future account problems at the time of payment. You accepted, knowing that your purse will grow by several gold coins. Of the group, you spoke only with the unknown, it was first of all more small courteous exchanges than real conversation, until ending in small discussion, although he knows your name, he had not told you his, he remained in your mind, your "beautiful unknown".         The more the weeks passed, the more you began to wait for the visit of the group, which in time became smaller, until the moment when only the unknown and a man were left. The man did not seem to be any older than his drinking companion, he seemed to you to care more, no doubt he was of noble birth or simply richer than the rest of the clients. Their visits were synonymous with many things, first a good pay but also that you could see the unknown without his hood later in the evening. Lately, he drank no more than reason, keeping some of his mind for your conversations, to the point of slowly developing a relationship of friendship or at least what was approaching it. 

The evening was calm, only the regulars were present, some musicians played their instruments, the gentle warmth of the room contrasted with the colder wind blowing outside, the hours coming, the wind doubled in power, the tavern saw the climate change, had Maria come back, she lived further into King’s Landing and he didn’t want anything to happen to her if the wind carried things away. You insisted on staying, alone, the tavern would have had trouble serving the customers and his children were too young to be able to help him in his task. The blacksmith had begun to complain of the east wind that he passed the threshold of the door, he had to stop forging earlier than expected because the fire supplying his forge failed to extinguish or to send fire residues on the nearby buildings.     The wind was blowing louder and louder, the instruments played by the musicians barely becoming audible, they stopped playing and got their pay before returning home. In a few minutes, torrents of rain broke over King’s Landing. The few people present left after paying. Leaving a damp and violent wind every time the door opened, the people even having trouble to close it, the breath was strong.    

  The end of your service arrived faster than expected, the tavern had asked you if you wanted to stay at the tavern until the storm that was unfolding outside calmed down, you politely refused, insisting that you wanted to check that there was no damage to your house. It is a little ball in your stomach that you came out of the tavern, the cloak on your shoulders was missing every second to fly away if you did not hold it with your two hands, the rain fell in a storm, in a few seconds you were soaked, the weight of your clothes seemed to slow you down in your fight against the wind, the noise of the breath prevented you from clearly between what was happening around you, the sky was so cloudy that the light of the moon did not pass. The torches of the streets were all extinguished only the few lights emanating from the buildings of the street allowed you somehow to spot yourself. There were only very few people on the street, mostly knights who were trying to shelter themselves from the wind. Several fabrics and flags hung high between the buildings had come loose, more than a string of flags had almost carried you away. The streets had become muddy and slippery, becoming dangerous.     It was in this chaos that you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, you shouted a cry, which was muffled by the surrounding noise, the wind having even taken your breath. Turning you could see that it was your stranger, his short hair curled in the rain, and their colors had slightly darkened.         "But... what are you doing in the street?" You had to scream to try to get your John Doe to hear you, doubting otherwise he would understand what you were saying.     "I should ask you! You’re close to Red Kepp!"     "What do you mean? You must be wrong!" 

A gust of wind made the rain fly in the direction shown by the young man, you could feverishly glimpse red purple colors in the distance. Surprise, you looked behind you, how did you manage to party in the wrong streets? You were sure of yourself that you had turned right when you left the inn and the first left and then... Then... You don’t know if you turned in the right direction. The young man, with his eyes almost closing by the power of the wind trying to look at you, had his hand on your shoulder.     "Come on!"     Still puzzled and trying to understand how you managed to find yourself in front of the ramparts of the castle, the young man took your arm and dragged you along the ramparts, until reaching a small recess, this recess led you to steps embedded in the stone that constituted the castle, they climbed on several levels and allowed you to shelter from rain and wind.     To say that you were surprised would have been an understatement, the sighs you were wearing against your stranger were starting to rise and prove true. You were wondering what the odds were that you could walk through dark passages of the castle without getting caught by a guard or anyone, no doubt they turned out to be nil. The corridors seemed as long as some of the streets you walked through the city, you began to shiver with cold and felt the tips of your nose and fingers numb.    

The maids were cleaning Prince Aegon’s room when he entered, startling at the force of the door opening. One of her moaned when she saw the prince dripping with rainwater, she hurried to approach but was restrained when the prince entered taking you inside, this was not the first time he had taken a young woman to the castle, but it was more rare to see him return in such conditions. The eldest maid caught her spirits as quickly as she could, she walked towards her to place a log there and make the fire resume, telling others to help the prince dry out and to find dry clothes for both of you.       "Don’t tell Mother."   "Well, my prince."       The maids were quick, in no time you warmed up by the fire, watching it as the maids helped the young prince to get rid of his wet clothes. You were thinking about information about the unknown, so he was a prince and definitely Targaryen. But you did not understand why the prince would go so often to the tavern in which you worked, you certainly loved him, but rumors wanted the prince to have a preference for the more infamous and obscure places of the city, you suspected that it was Aegon and not Prince Aemond because he was known to be one-eyed, the other princes not living at the Red Keep, it left you little choice on the person.         "I should have told you earlier."       You turned your head towards the voice, noticing that you were now alone in the room. 

  "Why?"   "Hm?" He looked at you and seemed surprised by your question.   "Why didn’t you say anything about your status?"   "I did not choose to be born into this family, you did not treat me as a member of the royal family, for once I was considered normal and not as Prince Aegon." He said his title in an almost mocking way.         You spent several hours talking to each other, warming yourself by the fire, you let him speak, because for the first time Aegon felt himself listening. For a person of nobility, he explained to you that he did not appreciate this status, although it allows him several privileges, but he was not master of his destiny because of it, whether for marriage, for dating, everything had been dictated to him, since he was born. He wanted to be free of all this, alcohol allowing him to feel for a free time.         This discussion lasted all evening and part of the night, the wind was still blowing outside, shaking the frames of the windows. The next morning, when you left the prince’s room, you promised him not to tell the tavern, it would stay between you two.     It was the first night of a long line of encounters, whether at the tavern or in the castle, through your home. Your complicity only strengthened over time. This complicity slowly began to turn into something else, first you believed in a simple friendship and then a deeper friendship, until you thought of him during the day, from a few seconds to a good part of the day, until you dreamed of your meetings. It slowly morphed into attraction, which was mutual, it is nervous that one night you confessed to him, a weight on Aegon’s shoulders disappeared while listening to you, he himself felt feelings strong enough for you. 

Your meetings did not remain secret for long, as the guards had crossed you in the streets of the city, they had warned Aegon’s grandfather, Otto Higtower, who was frustrated by the prince’s adventures. He sent spies, kept Aegon healthy and above all, kept a hand on Aegon. Alicent, on the other hand, was warned by one of the young maids, who went to find you one morning in the prince’s room, and had warned the queen, lest she have trouble seeing you. Alicent was not happy at all, Aegon was her first son and he was the most complicated, more than once she had yelled at him to stop all his nonsense, to become responsible, to think about the family. But how do you think about your family when you feel rejected by them.         The more the king’s health deteriorated, the more Aegon remained in the city, avoiding as much as he could the castle, the atmosphere in the Red Keep was increasingly gloomy and he found comfort in your arms, your words and incidentally in the wine of the tavern. Aegon put himself in his moments there imagining a life outside of King’s Landing, a life without the responsibility of his rank, a life by your side and the more his images seemed possible to him, the harder life at the Red Keep was, his mother, Queen Alicent, wanted Aegon to finally step into his position as a prince and stop seeing you. This had resulted in a terrible dispute between mother and son. 

“Be responsible for once!”  

“I’ve done everything you ask me and it’s never enough!”  

"You wouldn’t be so drunk and hanging out with that slut!"  

“She’s the only person who thinks of me normally! I don’t want to be a prince!”  

"It’s not up to you. You won’t dream it anymore, you understand me?"  

"Otherwise what?"  

Aegon had no response from Alicent, but a chill came over him. That night, he had left the castle and it was again to take refuge in the city, the idea of your escape becoming more and more precise, even if you left on the back of Sunfyre, you will leave King’s Landing, he was certain. 

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

The handmaid and the dragons

Pairing: Child Daemon Targaryen x servant mother nature fem reader, Baelon Targaryen x servant reader, Child Viserys x servant reader, Alyssa Targaryen x servant reader (All platonic)

Summary: Life at the castle can be most enjoyable as a servant when you can take care of two young dragon princes.

Author’s note: Viserys and Daemon are 4 years apart. Daemon was born in 81 and Viserys in 77

Reader are not describe, in my mind she is chubby/plus size, but she can be of all shapes.

English is not my native language, i'm sorry if mistakes were made. I will correct as soon as possible.

After a few months without writing fully, here is the first written of a multitude of ideas that I have in mind for some time. This One-shot could be continued in the form of headcannon or other One-chot, or multiple chapters.

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The life of a servant was not easy, apart from early morning wakes and short nights due to requests from some residents and guests, not always very understandable and sometimes almost impossible to accomplish (as this noble woman, who wanted to enter one of the princes' chambers in order to try to seduce and marry the man she desired; it was as if that had ended with the dismissal of the said noble woman) did not allow you to have a good quality sleep.

But this life of servant, you would not have exchanged it for any other, because beyond the rebukes of some older servants and lords and lady, who could be haughty. You were in the service of the Targaryens, and although some nobles and peasants did not carry the members of this house in their hearts. You were not treated badly, on the contrary, you were considered better than servants of other smaller houses.

Since your early childhood you remembered having met people with Valeryan blood. Your parents had served under the late reign of Maegor and survived him because of their good labours. They then served Jaehaerys. You had followed their ways, as was customary for the people. You had become multi-tasker, allowing you to be better paid, and help your parents who were beginning to get old to serve the Targaryen house as well. You could go from kitchen to floor scrubbing, from washing clothes to helping princesses dress or hairdressing.

But more than that. More than this work. There were in that castle two small heads with silver hair, for which you had taken affection.

A few years ago, you had become a servant of Princess Alyssa when she was pregnant for the second time. You were one of many servants, but you always did your best to allow the princess to have everything she needed, in order to make it easier for her to wait for the birth of her second child. Being a hectic life, the rest offered and almost ordered by the masters, bored her to the utmost point, towards the end of her pregnancy, she could no longer ride on Meleys and was irritated for nothing, whether it be on the servants, her ladys in waittig. But when she calmed down, unlike other nobles, Alyssa apologized, knowing that she would not have reacted in this way if she was not pregnant.

But even in those moments, you loved the princess, not that you envied her, no, you loved her because she always behaved with respect.

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When you seen the baby Daemon, you had taken a liking to him, how many times did you manage to give him gifts, however humble? You hadn’t counted, all you liked was to see Daemon play, or eat the cakes that you had prepared in the kitchens during your working hours. Just seeing him smile and recognize you made your heart warm. You didn’t forget the princess or Viserys when you made the cakes, but your favorite was always Daemon.

You always had a maternal nature, to care about others, but that nature is just manifesting more greatly towards Daemon. You never disrespected Alyssa, on the contrary, you worried about her, even though she was your age, you sometimes nursed her slightly, just out of concern for her health, like the day when she took baby Daemon to fly on Meleys’s back, you were worried.

“Princess Alyssa... are you sure you want to do this?...” The masters have advised against your health...”

Would you be afraid that Meleys would face evil against Daemon? Or would you not trust me?

“I have faith in you, princess... I know that you did the same thing with Prince Viserys.... It’s just that...”

“Fear not, Meleys will do nothing against Daemon, it’s only a little theft after all. It won’t hurt me.”

It is the close heart that you watched the princess go towards the dragonpit.

During the whole morning of labor, your mind was not focused on your spots. Every moment you could forget about Alyssa’s flight, something made you think of her or the children. Some servants with whom you shared your time of work, found your behavior strange, not understanding why you showed so much kindness and devotion to the royal family, that family which did not spank attention to the servants and people of the people, At least according to them.

All your stress went away when you saw Alyssa and baby Daemon return, it is with a sincere smile that you welcomed the princess, taking care of her and Daemon with the other servants.

Although you were a simple and humble servant, you had become close to Alyssa over the days, months and years, even when travelling for tournaments or festivities in other parts of Westeros. Alyssa ordered you to accompany her, the other servants did not see this in a good way, nor even the nobles who found it unnoble approach on the part of the princess. For they thought the nobles should stay among them, the others were nothing but nothing.

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You saw the children grow, the first steps of Daemon towards Alyssa even gave you a small tear in your eye, so proud of Daemon’s progress. Not forgetting the progress of Viserys, He was 4 years old when you met him and now from his future 7 years, he loved playing with you, loving his wooden dragons by lending one only when it was sure to get it back later. He was a rather easy child, even more so because of his attraction for food, asking for cupcakes, the masters had more than once ordered you not to give any more to the young prince, but behind their backs, you gave one or two to please him.

You were not in direct contact with other members of the royal family, except Baelon, whom you saw radiating to the coast of Alyssa, as well as to her sons.

When the news of the new pregnancy of the princess. Everyone was happy, it took three years, but all hoped that the future event would be happy.

Oh... Alyssa...

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You were awakened in the middle of the night, guards had come to fetch the princess’s servants. The corridors of the castle were dark to the limit of gloom, although they are illuminated by torches. To the right and left you could see servants, midwifes, guards and masters running through all the censes.

You felt a cold sweat through your back, a wind of panic engulfed you. Midwifes, was a sign that the princess was in full labor and about to give birth. But the presence of the masters, was bad omens, they came only when the birth was complicated to see serious. Alyssa was the only known person in the castle who was pregnant and about to give birth.

You passed in the corridor of the princess' apartments, horrible screams pierced ears, spanking you stop at the door, heart pounding, fear to sell, guards took you by the arms to force you to continue walking. You were assigned to the supervision of children while other servants were assigned to take over the orders of masters.

When you arrived, Daemon and Viserys were sleeping, unaware of who was going on in the castle. You sit on one of the chairs, watching the children, while trying to calm your breath, reassuring you as much as you could, praying to the gods, for the survival of Alyssa and the baby (whether you are a believer or not).

It was only in the morning, when you helped the children to prepare (make sure that Viserys does not wear his tunic upside down, tie their shoes), that Baelon entered. His hair was glued to his forehead by the sweat, his breath saccader. You turned your head to look at him before getting up from the ground on which you were kneeling, in order to bow down as required by protocol. But before you got up, Baelon raised his hand to stop you and walked towards the boys.

"My prince..." Your heart was beating, the anticipation of the news was great.

"The work was hard..." Baelon knelt before Viserys and Daemon, before taking them in his arms.

"Work?" Viserys looked at his father with questions.

"Your mother giving birth to a little brother..."

"Little brother?" Viserys’s eyes lit up, while Daemon seemed to be a bit soft.

"Yes, you will soon."

Baelon was happy and reassuring, he gave them each a kiss in the hair before raising his head towards you.

"Alyssa will need you, for now she needs to rest."

"Of course, my prince..."

"I know you’ll look after her."

You shook your head gently, your head was full of questions, all revolved around the princess and the newborn baby, the cries remained in your memory.

You only saw the princess when she was awakened after several hours of being unconscious. She was so full of life, she looked like a living dead, almost diaphanous. Her simple vision gave you a terrible desire to cry. Alyssa, seeing you, smiles softly, feverishly. You walked towards her before sitting down to lean out of her bed and gently take her hand, holding her company, explaining that Viserys and Daemon were happy to see her soon and have a little brother.

Alas, Alyssa’s health did not improve much, after almost a year the princess was very weak.

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One morning, the nannies who took care of Daemon and Viserys had not been available, between one who was falling ill and the second who had to return to King’s Landing for family business, Baelon, whom you saw rarely, He ordered one of his servants to find you, so that you could look after the children. It was now days that the masters watched Alyssa, who slept more and more, ate less and less. Worrying everyone in the castle.

You decided to please the children, to make them stretch their legs in the company of guards, in the gardens of the castle.

The sun was shining, the light breeze of wind was refreshing, and you had placed yourself at the side of one of the fountains, watching the boys running in the garden gates gave you a smile, temporarily preventing you from thinking of Alyssa, and allowing you to live a little in carelessness. When Daemon fell to the ground after having tripped, he started to cry slightly before watching Viserys continue to run, he watched you with his eyes. You smile gently, before he gets up and walks towards you with tears in his eyes, he showed you his hands, covered with dirt and gravel.

“Y/nickname! Its hurt!”

“It’s all right, my little dragon, I’ll look.”

You gently took his hands, leaning gently to observe his hands, before taking a cloth, for the soaked in water to gently clean Daemon’s hands, he sniffed softly after moaning on contact with the cloth.

"That’s right, my little dragon, you are brave, like a proud warrior.” The tone of your voice was sweet and comforting to the young Daemon.

Daemon looked at you, then looked at his hands red with rubbing against his palms. When you laid a kiss on each of his palms, his eyes lit up, all forms of pain and sadness had withdrawn from his face. After all, soft drops on the little bobos are always miraculous remedies for children.

“Do you want to continue playing?”

Daemon shook his head, a big smile on his face, he went back to join Viserys, laughing as he pursued him.

You only came back at the time of dinner which could not be taken outside, the children in the company of members of the house Targaryen present at the castle, except Alyssa and Baelon, who was at his bedside. As for you, you were eating in haste in the room dedicated to the servants, talking with your friends, discussing the latest news while walking through the dark corridors.

The servants' dinners were often more courtly and of lesser quality than those of the nobles, but it was enough to give energy for all the day’s work.

“Apparently, Prince Baelon refuses to leave his wife’s bedside...” One of the king’s servants had just spoken.

Yes, her health is in perpetual decline, the masters fear that she will not pass on the next moons. One of the servants who had been looking after Alyssa had just answered her.

You listened to the exchange with attraction, trying to get information that had not yet been disclosed. But their discussions stopped when they noticed you. All knew of your closeness with the princess and children, taking care not to tell you about the royal family, lest you speak about it with the princess. You shrugged before looking at your friends and talking to them. It would have pleased the servants who did not like you, to show them that their behavior touched him. It was only when you were called to serve the young princes that you went out into the corridors, arriving near the dining room, Daemon ran in your direction, followed by Viserys. You took them in your arms before walking, a hand in the small hand of Viserys, while Daemon clung to your neck, while you carried it. The guards would follow you, ensuring the safety of the children.

Once in the children’s shared room, Viserys settled into a pillow that covered part of the floor in one of the corners of the room near one of the windows.

You settled down beside him, Daemon sitting on your legs in the direction of Viserys. It was a sweet evening, punctuated by the preparation of their bath, and some childish quarrels.

It was only when the guards opened the doors, and you looked in their direction. that you had a cold sweat.

The queen herself entered, she seemed paler then before, she almost wore a sick complexion. Your heart began to beat, your intuition told you that something serious had happened and how much you would have wished to have been wrong.

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It's so good, no one miss up with Maegor wife and childs ♥️

How would Maegor react if his wife gives him a son but the son has all her features? Maegor knows that she couldn’t have cheated on him since he had her locked up the whole time.

Maegor hadn’t given much thought to his newborn son’s features, that was until he heard the rumors and gossip floating about in court.

He had taken many wives and waited many years for a child of his own and now that his darling wife has given birth to a healthy babe, and not just any babe but a son, at that. People wanted to whisper that it wasn’t his.

His son barely left his arms as his dear wife rested and recovered from the strenuous birth. He took the infant with him to small council meetings and to the throne room and everywhere he went he heard the horrible whispers.

“That boy is no Targaryen.”

“They call him Maegor The Cruel, but if he truly believes that to be his son he deserves the title of Maegor The Fool.”

“I always knew that wife was a whore. She probably entertains her guards and servants when the king is away.”

At first, Maegor had thought he would let the rumors pass. The people would live in the Red Keep were like vultures and when another scandal came around they’d latch onto that but by the time his son was sitting up and giggling, the rumors had not abated.

Maegor knew the child was his. No, the little boy didn’t resemble him, but his dear wife was always in her chambers with the doors locked when Maegor wasn’t in there. For her safety, of course. She couldn’t have been able to take anyone else to bed. On top of all of that, as the little boy grew, the more he resembled his mother.

Maegor obviously would have preferred his son and heir to resemble him, to show off the might and power of the Targaryens but when he looked into his child’s wide eyes and smiling face, Maegor couldn’t help but be glad that he had a healthy and happy child.

Maegor had nearly learned to ignore the whispers of the court until his wife started to leave her chambers. After she had given him a healthy and living heir, Maegor had only thought it was right to allow her to leave her rooms for a few hours during the day. His dear wife was always a sensitive woman and as soon as she caught wind of the rumors she immediately went to her husband. Begging him not to believe them. She had sobbed to her husband that her son was his and that the Ladies and Lords at court had no idea what they were talking about.

Maegor had only kissed her forehead and told her that he knew. The next day, Maegor had made sure to seat himself on the iron throne with his son of four moons wiggling in his arms as he called for everyone to come to the throne room. It was there that he declared that anyone who dared speak slanderous words about his dear wife and heir to the throne would have their head on a pike for all to see.

He went to his wife after that and handed her their son. Their son who was the spitting image of his mother. She smiled at him for defending her and their little boy. That night, Maegor had made sure to go to her chambers and spill his seed inside of her for the first time since she gave birth.

While he loved his son, he needed more children, and despite having other wives, they had yet to present him with a child of his own. It was only his dear wife who had bore him a child and hopefully the children that Maegor was sure would come would have more Targaryen features.

Kinktober : Bath

Pairing: Baelon Targaryen x Wife reader

Summary: Baelon finds his wife in the bath.

Warning: Light smut

Author’s note: I’m a lot late, I know. Maybe when it would be easier to write smut for me, I would rewrite it. Oh and English is not my native language, I try to not leave mistakes and if I do leave any. I would correct.

Y/e/n = Your enemy name

Y/f/s = Your favorite smell

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The night had been falling for several hours now, the children placed in beds slept deeply, their doors guarded by guards to ensure their safety.

You were the second wife of Prince Baelon, though the beginnings were the most complicated, even to the limit of disaster. By listening, gentleness and patience, Baelon had opened himself to you. He probably never admit it, but the fact that his sons loved you a lot, was an important part of this opening, after all, if Viserys and Daemon loved you, it’s because you didn’t hurt too much. Your bond was formed over time, and as you two were having moments of each other, it became more and more common. Except this last week.

This week had been long, very long, juggling between the visits of nobles to the castle, children ask for your attention, between games, their learning where when they progressed came showed you their progress before going to see Baelon to do the same. Not counting the incessant letters from your parents, worrying about the lack of children in your womb, questioning you on why of how, to which you just replied that everything was fine and that even if a child did not come from your womb, Daemon and Viserys were like your sons, and you cherished them as such. You didn’t explain to them, the little time spent with Baelon this week, not wanting to spread your private life.

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The water was hot, a soft steam surrounded you, encompassing the place where the bath was placed in the room that you shared with Baelon. Two maids were at your side, one would prepare your clothes for the night, while the second helped you to take your bath so that you could relax from this long day. Two guards were placed at the entrance of the room, ensuring your calm and impeding the visit of Lady y/e/n, who seemed to be most frustrated that you married Baelon. She had set her mind that she would be the next bride Baelon, seemed to have made a whole life at his side and decided to have his dreams come true. Until she found out you were chosen. She decided to make your life miserable, wanting to approach Viserys and Daemon, playing with them, but the children did not want, one day Daemon even expressed that he did not like that the lady who spoke ill of his mother approached him. Since that day, she was forbidden to approach the children, as well as you. She no longer approached the children, but she continued to send you letters and come to the castle at rare moments. Alas, for a week she and her husband had come to see the king to discuss current affairs in their region. Was it interesting for the king? No, but it allowed the ord not to lose the reason for his wife’s obsession with Baelon and you. If it had been at the judgment of Baelon, they would be banished from the castle even from Westeros, but he was not the king.

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In a y/f/s smell, you could hear the movement of water as the servant dipped the cloth she had in her hands into the tub. The sound of footsteps against the stone floor, the opening of heavy doors in cupboards and drawers, as the second maid looked for a specific room for the night, while she hummed a music you had already heard, but the words escaped you. You had to close your eyes, an arm outside the bath, your breathing was calm, almost at the edge of sleep, the tentations of the day accumulated in your muscles fade over time.

The door of your room opened slowly, you thought that the maids were taking care of your clothes had just left the room, but at the door of sleep you did not pay too much attention to it, nor even when the second maid moved away from you.

"My sweet." That was the voice of Baelon.

You opened your eyes slowly, while raising your head to look at him. Baelon upon entering the room had silently ordered the servants to come out, and had approached you, sitting on the stool placed at the edge of the bath.

"Baelon..." Your voice showed fatigue.

"You had a long day." Baelon gently placed his right hand on your cheek, caressing with her skin thrusts.

"Not as long as yours..."

"The board was very quiet today, I would have preferred to be with you and the children." Baelon smiles.

"Now you’re here..."

Baelon smiles taking your hand with his left hand, caressing the palm of your hand, his fingers move on the back, then your forearm slowly rise up, giving you slight shivers although in the heat of your bath. Baelon took advantage of it to place gently kisses on your shoulder.

"Rest..." His words were sweet.

His hand was going up more and more towards your shoulder, except that he deviated to go towards the top of your chest, stroking with the tips of his fingers the bottom of your neck, slowly descend to the top of your chest, rising up to your neck, performing this movement several times. He took all his time, enjoy having the possibility of you free for him. His kisses went up your neck, up to your chin, move to the lobe of your ear that he mordilla. To the sound of your groaning, he smiles more beautiful.

"Let me do, all you have to do is relax..."

"Baelon..."

"You are so sensitive..."

With his words, Baelon moved his hand between your breasts, caressing their contours, lingering on each of the two, the caresses taking time on your halos, before gently pinching your nipples, while a bigger smile appeared on his face as your moaning became louder. The gentle dance of his hand, he continued, descending on your belly. You moved into the bath, allowing him better access to the base of your body. Raising one of your legs at the top of the parchment.

"You are so eager, my sweet..."

"Please Baelon..." This made Baelon laugh softly.

"My sweet Wife needs something?"

"Baelon..." You became more and more frustrated with time.

"Use your words pretty wife of mine."

"Touch me... Please..."

"I’m already touching you..."

"Not there..."

"Where?" He liked to play with you.

"My... my pussy..."

"Oh... That i Can"

Baelon turned his head away from your face, wanting to look at every single line of your face. He took it well, because he liked every movement, when he puts his hand against your vulva, plunging his hand lower, making slow movement, wanting to savor the moment.

"We have all the night."

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This song traduction is "in love with my wife" and this as just pop on spotify, (I know it's a old french song)

Tomorrow will come the full part of the tease with the revolt of Daemon wife.

And this song have made me think of Daemon in this 🤣🤫

I don't read fanfics about plus-size because I don't fit the body type, so it doesn't make sense to me since the descriptions and related problems don't fit me.

However, I think your work is incredible and I know that many girls who fit this body type must be very happy with your stories. Don't stop doing them, I'm sure you've helped many girls see themselves in your stories and feel better about themselves.

Write some without descriptions, so the general public can enjoy your work too, but don't stop doing what you like the most, the Internet is already a very sad and mean place for chubby girls, people who put them in the place of protagonists are essential, of course this is not my place to speak, but this is my opinion.

Good luck with your stories, my dear. ❤️

Hello,

I have take time to watch and response, i needed time away from tumblr.

Thank you for your response,

I love writing, and sometime, it's a very lonely activity. Even more when you write for a niche (chubby/plus size) in a niche(Characters x reader).

I have feel that, it was like people's where ashamed to read what I have write. Yes some have sub on my tumblr, there was a few reblog. And the likes. But even less people's that have interract with me.

When I have begin to post, it was to share, and try to have interractions, but I feel, that if I go to people's who have likes. It's too much. If they wanted to interract with me, they would have done it before. And I cannot be angry at them, not that I want to be. It's just that...

It's hard and lonely,

I don't bite, i don't attack or anything like this. I'm just happy to have interractions. And have live rejections so much in my live that... I don't go to people's, so I'm even more alone, in my niche in a niche.

Sorry for the long response (time and length)

I hope you a good day/night

Earenwen