Hello! I saw the ask you got about low engagement, and I wanted to offer a bit of advice because I've had the same thing happen to me. If your engagement drops drastically and your posts aren't showing up in tags, it's likely that you're shadowbanned. To fix it you'll need to open a ticket with Tumblr support, select "report bug or crash", and explain that your posts aren't showing up in tags, you have low engagement, etc. It'll take a while to get a response (about 10 days in my experience, but for others it can take up to a month) but you'll eventually get a response saying it's a glitch and things should return to normal soon!
thank you so much for this!! i've opened a ticket with them, and will give it about 2 weeks before i decide what to do. thanks again!!! 🩷
›› synopsis: aegon finds you touching yourself in his bed.
›› warnings: incest
the air blowing through the open windows is cool and breezy. and thank the gods for that, as you’re currently in aegon's room panting and sweating with exertion, riding his pillow with your face pressed to his bed sheets. gods, they smell so much like him. it’s as though he were really here with you — the only thing missing is something you’ve never felt before; the pressure and tension of your brother's thick cock splitting you open. you’ve never felt anyone's cock inside of you before, and never had any desire to feel anyone's but aegon's.
you’ve used your fingers before, though you imagine they pale in comparison to how your brother's manhood would stretch you, how deep it would reach inside of you.
all these thoughts, and the haze of mid-day, have you whimpering and tossing your head, long hair dancing down your back as you moan his name aloud.
you aren't afraid anyone down in the gardens will hear you, even through the open windows. and aegon is meant to be in small council meetings all day. which means you can touch yourself in his bed until sunset, if you prefer.
and you do prefer, even though your tight wet gash is throbbing, aching for your brother, leaking your juices all over his pillowcase.
you pull the pillow taut, pushing your hips down with all your might as the bed starts to squeak with the force of your thrusts. the sound makes you blush — what a wanton whore you are, desiring your own flesh and blood. ❝ aegon … please, aegon, give me your cock! ❞
❝ well, if you insist ... ❞
the gasp that leaves you is panicked, beyond frightened as you turn to face your brother, now standing in the room with you.
you hadn't even heard the door open, but he's shutting it softly behind him. the expression on his face is unreadable.
❝ a-aegon … i'm so sorry, i … i was napping … ❞
the shame takes no time at all to wash over you, as you gather the covers around your naked body and tuck the pillow further between your legs so that he can't see.
napping? why did you say that? then again, what other excuse is there?
❝ napping. ❞ it's not a question, as he toes his way over to the bed. ❝ that was a lot of … movement for someone taking a nap, dear sister.”
a soft shaking has overtaken your entire body, and you press your fingers over your mouth as you mutter, ❝ i was … having a nightmare? ❞
aegon says nothing further, standing at the side of the bed. he reaches out with a gentle hand, tugging at the covers.
❝ don't — ❞ you cut yourself off, as aegon tenderly flips the covers over. just enough to reveal your legs, his pillow trapped between them.
you whine as he grabs it, the slick material dragging against your sensitive bits as he pulls it away.
he allows you to cover yourself again, though it does little to comfort you, as the giant wet spot you've left all along his pillowcase is now clearly visible, as he lays the pillow directly in the ray of sun shooting across the bed.
aegon looks silently at you.
❝ i’m sorry, aegon … ❞ now the tears have started to flow, your face screwing up as you curl further in on yourself. ❝ oh, aegon, i'm so sorry … please forgive me … please don't hate me. ❞
❝ oh, darling … i could never hate you. come here. ❞
when you look up from where you've been staring through your tears at the bedspread, aegon has a gentle smile on his face, arms open to welcome you between them.
you scramble to obey, crawling furiously forward and wrapping your arms around him. immediately, his hand is at the small of your back, urging your hips to pop forward so you can wrap your legs around him as well.
❝ aegon, no, i — ❞ you're still wet, you'll get yourself all over the front of his pants.
❝ shh, ❞aegon merely hushes you, holding you flush up against him with his chin hooked over your shoulder. ❝ it's alright, my princess … ❞
his hands run up and down your trembling back. you take a shuddering breath and let it out in a sob, heated cheek pressed to his shoulder. ❝ i'm s-so, so sorry, aegon! mother m-means to separate us. she's going to marry you off to that highgarden bitch and you'll leave me! and i'll be a-all alone and, and … ❞
trying to catch your breath, you turn your face against aegon and bite down over his jacket to stifle your sobbing.
aegon's chest inflates against you and deflates again with a sigh. ❝ i can't pretend as though anything i say will make this any easier. you'll probably be the one leaving me, as soon as mother finds you a match. she'll ship you off to some neighboring town to become some highborn cunt’s wife and foster relations. ❞ there's an edge to his voice, and he digs his knuckles almost painfully into your spine.
❝ that doesn't make me feel any better! ❞ you sob, clinging ever harder to your brother.
❝ shh, sister mine … it wasn't meant to make you feel better. we have to face the truth. ❞ he presses you back with a hand at your jaw, stroking softly. ❝ we should make the most of the time we have now … ❞
you're so upset you hadn't noticed, until now, how hard aegon is. the front of his trousers are tented with what looks like a painfully hard erection.
❝ a-aegon? ❞ you wipe the tears from your eyes, glancing back and forth between his belt and his face. your voice is so low it's barely audible when you query ❝ … is that for me? ❞
your brother tilts his head, hand trailing down over your chest to rest his thumb against your nipple. ❝ what do you think, sister? ❞
❝ i-i don't know. i need you to tell me. ❞ you bite your lip, stifling a moan at the feeling of his rough thumb against your sensitive nipple.
❝ it's all for you, sweet sister. i would never want to give it to anyone else. ❞ he plucks at that nipple, finally pulling a moan from your lips. ❝ mmm, that sweet voice … i'm going to make you sing for me, sister. ❞
you place a hand at his shoulder, keeping him at bay as he starts to lean toward you. ❝ …how long, aegon? how long have you wanted this? ❞
aegon laughs, not unkindly. ❝ since you became a woman, and i started seeing you more as a lady than a sister. ❞
a tilt of his head. ❝ and you? how long have you wanted me? ❞
❝ forever, practically. you've been my only safe harbor my whole life … ❞
aegon presses past your hold, lips slipping and sliding over your neck. ❝ and aemond? ❞ he mumbles. ❝ you feel the same for him? ❞
you shake your head with a wry little laugh, clinging to him as he kisses you. ❝ no. not like you. ❞
he laughs again, now starting to crawl onto the bed, on top of you. ❝ that makes me very happy to hear. ❞
his trousers are more clearly visible now that they’re not sandwiched between you, and your eyes widen, seeing the mess you made on them. ❝ aegon! your breeches — ❞
your brother glances down with a bemused grin, grabbing for the pillow that’s been tossed aside. he places it on top of your belly and sighs, ❝ that’s nothing compared to this. ❞
you can’t help but turn your face away, overcome with shame once more. ❝ aegon — ❞
❝ don’t be embarrassed, my love. ❞ he tips your face back toward him with two fingers at your chin. ❝ this is merely evidence of your desire for me … ❞
those same two fingers lay themselves on the pillow, pressing down. your juices bubble up around his digits and you whimper at the sight. aegon brings them to his mouth, sucking you from them, and you start to pant again.
with a growl, aegon rips the pillow away and pushes forward, pinning you to the sun warmed sheets. ❝ have you ever done this before, little sister? ❞
truthfully, you shake your head.
aegon growls again. he leans up to start undoing his clothes, and you watch as inch after inch of perfect pale skin is revealed to you. ❝ you need your elder brother to be your first, don’t you? to treat you how you deserve to be treated; like a princess. let my thick cock soothe that ache deep inside of you, my love. ❞
once devoid of all clothes, aegon kneels above you. he said he was thick and you assume he’s right — you’ve never seen one up close before, but mentally you’re taking measurements, unsure how his girth is going to fit inside of your tightness.
❝ have you ever seen one before? ❞ aegon asks you softly, as though reading your mind.
at a loss for words, you shake your head.
aegon tilts his again. ❝ … d’you know what to do with it? ❞
you’ve a vague idea, but hardly want to voice your confusion about exactly how and where and when. another shake of your head.
aegon places himself over you again, nosing at your jaw, whispering in your ear, ❝ do you want your brother to show you? ❞
❝ yes, ❞ you gasp, clawing at his shoulders. ❝ i want you to teach me everything. ❞
with a gentle but insistent hand, he takes your wrist and guides it between his legs. ❝ wrap your fingers, first, like this. ❞
his length is warm and soft and … ❝ it’s … pulsating, ❞ you say worriedly. ❝ that’s normal? ❞
trying to keep his composure and not just push your legs open to fuck you then and there, aegon nods, mouth working at your neck. ❝ ‘t is, ❞ he mumbles. ❝ when men become … aroused … sometimes their cocks can move. like this. ❞
his erection suddenly twitches, hard, within your grasp. you let go of it and watch it bobbing between his legs.
aegon laughs, bucking his hips forward. ❝ it’s alright, my love. can you grab it again? … and move your hand up and down? ❞
you do as told, stroking slowly. you’re not sure how fast you’re supposed to go, or how hard to grip. aegon doesn’t seem to mind, hips working rhythmically to drive himself through the ring of your hand.
❝ am i … doing alright? ❞
❝ marvelous, ❞ comes aegon’s reply. he’s now panting, mouth open against your neck, fucking your fist.
you wrap your arm around his shoulders, holding him close as you work.
eventually, something wet and shiny appears at the tip of aegon’s cock. you still your movements, unsure again. ❝ aegon, what’s … what’s that? ❞
he looks up at you, and then down, grunting. when he speaks, he sounds odd, like all the air’s been sucked out of him. ❝ ‘s supposed to ease the way, but i’ve found the best way to do that is this. ❞
grabbing for your hand again, he spits into it this time, making you flinch in surprise. aegon smiles and passes a hand through your hair, pulling your hand back down between his legs. ❝ keep going. ❞
again you obey, wrapping your wet fingers back around him. he moans this time, eyes slipping shut as he says your name like a prayer.
the way is easier now, your hand gliding over him as if through water.
already aegon has taught you so much, and he certainly seems to be enjoying himself, if the little sounds he’s making are anything to go by.
which is why you’re surprised when he suddenly inhales sharply and shoves your hand away from him to sit up. his gaze is dangerous, something dark lurking behind his normally bright eyes.
worried you’ve done something wrong, you reach out to him with a trembling hand. ❝ aegon …? ❞
❝ i need you. now. ❞ surprising you yet again, he leans back just far enough to push both of your thighs back toward your chest.
you gasp, your innocent little cunt bared completely to him with no way for you to hide it.
❝ comfortable? ❞he checks in with you, nails dragging lightly down the outsides of your legs.
you nod, absolutely breathless at the thought of your brother — the king — being inside of you.
when the head of his cock nudges against your entrance, you tense involuntarily, reaching to cling to him.
❝ shhh, sweet sister … ❞aegon caresses your cheek, starting to slip the spit-slick shaft of his cock up and down your folds. ❝ i'm going to treat your body the way it’s meant to be treated. gently, but firmly. when your husband does eventually touch you, i want you to know how it’s supposed to feel. so you can tell that miserable cunt off if he doesn’t do it right. ❞
thrashing your head against the bedsheets, you claw desperately at aegon’s shoulders, hating even the thought of another man touching you. ❝ i never want another man to touch me. please, aegon, do you … do you think mother would betroth us instead? if we went to her together? ❞
aegon takes a shuddering breath, cockhead starting to breach your opening. ❝ you w-would have me as a husband? rather than as a brother? ❞
❝ you’ll always be my brother. but i want you as a husband above that. and have done for many years. please … we can at least ask? ❞
the look he gives you is one of clearest elation, mixed with all the love and devotion he has for you. ❝ later … right now, i need you. ❞
you squeal in both delight and pain, at his words and the feeling of his aching shaft starting to open you up.
aegon grips your hips hard, fingers digging into your supple skin.
when he leans down to kiss you, you welcome him with your fingers through his hair, traipsing down the back of his neck.
❝ tell me how it feels, my love. ❞ his voice is unsteady, wavering as he continues to push against your wetness. ❝ tell your brother how good it feels to finally have his cock inside of you. ❞
he's going slow enough that it doesn't hurt, though you'd heard from some of the serving girls about their first times and what a nightmare they'd been. ❝ feels heavenly, aegon. feels like … like coming home. ❞
with a strained smile and the ghost of a laugh, aegon groans, ❝ fucking right. ❞
it's not long before he's bottoming out inside of you, hips pressed flush to your ass as his cock twitches inside of you.
❝ now, tell your brother you want him to fuck you. ❞ his fingers flex on your waist. ❝ tell him you need to feel him pound your tight, sweet, virgin little cunt. ❞
❝ please! please fuck me, brother. take my virgin cunt and make it yours. ❞
the first spike of pain comes as aegon pulls out of you too quickly. you wince and dig your nails into his arm.
❝ sorry. ❞ apologetic, aegon soothes a hand down the inside of your thigh and pets innocently at your clit. ❝ better? ❞
you nod, but the next harsh thrust into you has you tensing, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.
aegon stills again, and you take a shuddering breath. ❝ i'm sorry … ❞
❝ don't apologize, dear sister. ❞ he grabs for a pillow, a clean one this time, and wedges it underneath of you, so your lower half is propped up for him. ❝ that should help. ❞
the next few drags of his cock in and out of you are divine, his manhood following all the right curves and arches of your insides.
❝ how … how did you know to do that? ❞ you gasp, running your hands over his chest, trying to touch whatever parts of him you can reach.
aegon’s smile is sharp, and he rolls his hips against you with a particularly dirty grind that has your legs shaking around his waist. ❝ i’m not as inexperienced as you, sweet sister. ❞
that rips a growl out of you, and you scratch your nails over his nipple hard enough for aegon’s hips to stutter and his mouth to open in a silent groan. ❝ no more talk of your whores, aegon. you’re mine now, brother. ❞
evidently, aegon must like hearing this because his cock throbs inside of you and his eyes roll back as he fucks into you.
the sun shines hotly through the open window, shooting across your bare torso and half of aegon’s shoulder. but the breeze is still cool, soothing the sweat shining between your breasts.
you’ve never been this wet, and it’s all thanks to your beautiful brother, fucking you with long, powerful strokes as his hips clap against your backside.
aegon swallows your next desperate moan, kissing you hard as his chest pins yours to the mattress.
it’s impossible to say how long you go at it, aegon’s smooth, measured thrusts gradually going choppy, erratic. he’s getting close, and you pull him down with your teeth into his lower lip.
❝ what happens when men finish? ❞ you ask him softly. ❝ teach me, brother … ❞
to your dismay, he shakes his head, a trembling hand squeezing its way between the two of you to rub furiously at your clit. ❝ n-no … i need you to cum for me first. cum for your elder brother. ❞
your hips buck ferociously under him, and you mirror his head shake. ❝ i already know what happens when women finish. after all, i’ve done so many times thinking of you. ❞
❝ but never with my cock inside of you. i want to feel it, sister. i need to feel you clamp down on me, trying to keep me inside as you spill over the edge. don’t make me beg … ❞
❝ oh, but you’d sound so sweet if you did … ❞
aegon begins to work his fingers so much faster over that swollen little bud between your legs, and you can’t hold back, even if you might want to.
your tight little core goes even tighter as your climax hits you, and you arch your back momentarily off the pillow beneath you. the only thing that exists is aegon between your legs, his leaking cock and stubborn fingers coaxing you through the most powerful orgasm of your life.
with your legs shaking around him, aegon takes pity and stops rubbing you, though is unable to keep his hips still. he must be close; the heaving of his chest has grown worse and he keeps having to blink sweat out of his eyes.
❝ aegon … show me. ❞ his jaw cupped in your hand, he nods.
❝ when i cum … i have to pull out. ❞
❝ no! ❞ you whine, clawing again at his shoulders. ❝ why …? ❞
❝ because if i don’t, you could get pregnant. and how would we explain that to mother? ❞
❝ i-if i do, i’ll … ❞ you cast around for a suitable excuse. ❝ i’ll have my ladies’ maids make me something to get rid of it! ❞
you had heard the servants talking about that too, some sort of brew that could get rid of unwanted children.
aegon looks torn, fair brows furrowed as he looks down on you. ❝ if i were to get you pregnant, i would expect you to keep it. our child would be beautiful, and powerful. any harm that came to them … gods, i would kill whoever did it. ❞
❝ then let’s keep it, ❞ you answer with no hesitation. ❝ there’s no guarantee anyway …and if mother agrees… ❞
your brother needs no more encouragement; his insistent hands are shoving your legs back again, fucking you with short, uncertain thrusts until you feel him shove all the way in and begin to empty himself inside of you.
the noise he makes as he climaxes is beautiful and tortured, teeth sunk into the side of your neck as you feel his seed splashing against your walls.
when he rolls after, gasping for air, you press yourself against him and kiss his shoulder. ❝ so we can? ❞ you ask. ❝ go to mother? together? ❞
aegon curls his arm around you, keeping you close as he catches his breath and buries his nose in your hair. ❝ of course, sister … after i’ve taken a nice, long nap. ❞
ceo aegon x reader has been on my mind lately 😵💫😵💫
oof he would always be wearing a watch and his cute little glasses. the only downside would be how busy he is, how much he has to check his phone to keep an eye on the business. you'd definitely have to confiscate all of his electronics to make sure he pays proper attention to you.
