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victory is sweet for a tormented prince
MDNI, 18+!
aemond finally taking what he believes to be rightfully his after he burns aegon, fucking his wife in front of the burned king.
they’ll need an heir now that his cock is burnt, aemond says. it’s not like he’s spent forever lusting over his brothers wife as she bore him children and stood by his side. a noblewoman should not be left unattended too, in all matters of marriage, he declares as he thrusts harshly into the queen.
aegon can only stare wide-eyed and grimace as his brother takes yet another thing from him. he makes eye contact with his sweet wife and gazes upon her teary eyes, only to watch aemond pull her body back into his chest, drawing her gaze to his own.
aemond sends a triumphant smile to his brother as he empties himself inside his good-sisters sweet cunt, whispering into the queen’s ear that she may return to her crippled husband’s side. the prince regent leaves the king’s chambers with a self-assured swagger and a feeling of vindication settling in his bones. he would get everything he deserved and he will start with the iron throne, and then he will take the pretty queen for himself.
Cregan Stark is a man that eats his wife out like it’s his last meal. He wishes to die smothered inside his wife’s sweet cunt and lap at her folds until his last breath. A stern Lord who simply wishes to bring pleasure to his wife at all times, whenever and wherever possible. He didn’t think he’d like it at first, and then he witnessed just how sweetly his girl reacted to his tongue. Her hips rolling against his face, her thighs clenching around his head and she squeezes the life out of him. He’d especially love when he feels the sharp stinging sensation of his hair being pulled. Each tug on the strands pushes him further into her cunt, laving away uncontrollably. For Cregan literally the sloppier and messier the better. Cregan probably gets so lost in the act that even once his wife cums on his tongue he’s still going, only stopping as he feels hands pushing harshly at his skull. He’s made his precious girl so oversensitive that with every exhale of his hot breath, she’s flinching away from his mouth. Cregan just smiles, pleased at his efforts. His wife never complains either, instead, quite the opposite.
aegon the cruel
burnt aegon retuning to kings landing with a vendetta against his brother, half-sister and all that have wronged him. once he may have been more forgiving, but now after they have taken everything from him, he’s prepared to ruin it all to feel the sweet taste of revenge.
aegon eyes his sweet young niece standing in the throne room, her glassy eyes and trembling lip giving away her fear. her mother had been keeping her safe on dragonstone and yet the silly girl decided to take her dragon flying, quickly becoming disoriented in a sudden storm and landing in a pasture far too close to the city. how she’d ended up in the red keep mattered little to aegon however, for now he had the princess in his grasp.
the scarred king decides to take the princess as his new wife, needing to secure his legacy once more in front of the smallfolk. there’s no large ceremony, instead the queen mother witnesses the union between the sobbing princess and the rage-filled king. aegon who harshly ruts into the princess from behind that night, ignoring her cries as he impales her on his cock. he refuses a bedding ceremony but will gladly mark the girl up for all to see.
rhaenyra receives a letter from aegon himself telling of his nuptials to her sweet girl, and she’s beside herself. her only daughter taken by these savages. it’s what pushes her to attack kings landing, only to arrive and see her daughter heavy with child and clutching a young jaehaera close to her, tears streaming down her face as she is brought into the throne room to greet her mother. as she watches aegon kiss her daughter passionately, she knows she has truly lost, for her will never let her out of his grasp.
Hello! May i request another cute moment with Cregan Stark and his son? Maybe Cregan was starting to teach his son how to use the sword. Idk if this is a good idea.
-Cregan Stark x Reader
I love this!! thank you for requesting, enjoy my lovelies💕
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Summer in the North was not so different from the winter, save for the slightest change in the air and the fact that the sun made an appearance every now and again. The people also seemed happier too, lighter without the weight of worry that sat heavily upon their shoulders.
This meant that Cregan had more free time, the afternoons now spent with his son, Rickon, out in the training yard. The echos of their laughter filled Winterfell with a warmth, it was infectious.
You stand underneath the stony overhang, watching the pair of them with a content expression. Cregan shows him how to hold the wooden sword, giving him pointers on how to stand correctly and how to swing the sword without hurting himself.
“There we go son, getting the hang of it.” He beams proudly, watching Rickon swing the sword against the hay-filled man before ruffling his brown hair with a chuckle. He was so patient with him, never once rushing him.
The sound of your clapping makes the pair of them turn around, each of them wearing the same love-filled expression and dark messy hair.
“Momma!” Rickon giggles, dropping his sword before rushing over to you with a toothy grin and bright eyes. It still makes your heart leap with joy whenever he calls you ‘momma’ despite the fact he isn’t yours you still love him like he is, he’s practically your other half.
You reach down to brush the snowflakes from his hair, your hand brushing against his rosy cheek as hugs you sideways. “Are you not too cold my sweet?” You ask softly, watching as he shakes his head.
“No… but did you see me, did you? I’ll be using real swords soon!” He exclaims excitedly, jumping up and down in pure joy as Cregan joins the pair of you, resting his hand against the small of your back.
“I did, you’re a natural.” Your words only make his smile brighten, his hands clasping together with a giggle. The sight causes Cregan's heart to melt, tenderness blooming through his chest.
It fills him with adoration, the way you treat his son with such kindness, how you’ve learned all about his interests and the way you read to him nightly. The love he harbours for the pair of you was stronger than the winds of the North.
Rickon rushes off back to the training yard, shouting for you to watch him before picking the wooden sword back up.
“Here… you look cold, my love.” Cregan notes, taking off one of his furs before draping them gently over your shoulders to protect you from the chill that lingers in the air. He takes your hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles in hopes of warming them up.
You look up at him with a warm smile, watching as he guides your hands to his mouth, his lips peppering gentle kisses along your knuckles and the back of your hands. “Thank you, always so attentive.” You whisper, your tone carrying a certain twinge of playfulness.
“Of course, you’re carrying my child now, you deserve only the best.” He says firmly, pressing another kiss against your temple, his hand caressing your back comfortingly.
You hum in acknowledgement, leaning against his sturdy frame as he holds you close to his chest. The pair of you watch Rickon as he swings the wooden sword into the straw man with vigour.
“Do you think he’ll be excited?” You ask, tilting your head to look up at him, his hair half tied up to keep it out of his eyes.
“Oh, he’ll be over the moon.” His words soothe the worry in your heart, suddenly replaced by excitement as he continues with a chuckle, “I can already picture him, as soon as they can walk he’ll be dragging them out here.”
You giggle at the thought of Rickon teaching his younger sibling to sword fight, your hand falling to the slight swell of your stomach. The idea of the Winterfell castle being filled with a litter of mini Starks, their laughter and bickering, it brought a giddiness to the both of you.
Rickon continues to practice for a few more minutes, running towards the straw man with the sword grasped tightly in his hands only to slip, falling against the gravel on his knees, you gasp softly in worry as Cregan goes to walk over to him.
“I’m okay!” He calls out to the pair of you, standing up with a bright smile, brushing off his knees before running back over to you.
“Gods be good.” Your husband sighs, shaking his head with a small twinge of amusement flickering through his eyes. “Let’s get you both inside, hey…”
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