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Daemon Targaryen X Virgin! Reader: Marriage Fears (Smut)

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Summary: Reader is a Stark whose father is forcing her to marry Daemon Targaryen. This is their wedding night.

Warnings: Age gap relationship, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), p in v penetration.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I have been working on this fic for a week. I have no idea what took me so long to write it, but enjoy!

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You took a deep breath, staring at yourself as you held back tears. How could your father do this to you? Daemon Targaryen was rumoured to have murdered his last wife, and now you're to be his new bride?

You understood the politics behind it, but that didn't change how terrified you were. You'd never even met this man before, and now-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a harsh knock on your dressing room door. "(Y/n)? It's time. Are you dressed?"

"Yes father," you responded, gulping back your pride and opening the door, plastering a smile on your face.

"You look beautiful," your father said. "Just like a proper Stark."

You nodded in thanks and linked your arm in his, wordlessly heading to your doom. As soon as the massive crowd came into view, your vision blurred and your breathing quickened.

The wedding was perfect. Daemon was the perfect gentlemen, and everything went exactly to plan.

The part you hadn't even had time to think about had come, however. Your husband stood before you, slowly taking off the top half of his clothing.

You had to consummate the marriage.

"You look deep in thought over there, (Y/n) Targaryen."

You shuddered as you heard your new name. "Sorry, my prince, I just have a lot on my mind."

He laughed, smiling at you. "I am your husband, no need for such formalities. Please, try and relax. Am I right to assume you are scared right now?"

You nodded your head without meeting his eyes. Were you that easy to read?

"That's only natural, my sweet. I have married before, I know what to expect. You do not. Tell me, what do you think tonight will be? Speak truthfully." He stepped closer to you, taking a seat beside you on the bed. "I do not wish for you to be afraid. Let me ease your concerns."

"I fear tonight will hurt," you managed after a few beats of silence. You don't know why you continued. "I have heard many complaints from women about their first night."

Daemon laughed. He actually laughed at you.

"Those women are with men who are also marrying for the first time." He leaned into you, so his hot breath was in your ear as he whispered. "Anything I do to you tonight will leave you begging for more."

He gently grasped the back of your neck before placing a kiss on your jawline. He slowly trailed down, leaving a wet line down your neck as you pulled back to give him better access. He kissed back up, the spot behind your ear giving you a funny feeling in your stomach.

"Are you afraid for me to see you?" He asked, tugging at the strings on the back of your dress.

"Perhaps a little," you turned to give him better access anyways.

"Good girl," Daemon purred with pleasure as he got to work on your complex wedding outfit. It only took him a few minutes to get you out of everything, and you stood before him, bare.

"You are beautiful, (Y/n)," he said. He kissed down your neck again, this time slowly circling around your nipples as you felt them harden. You tried to tell yourself it was just from being cold. Finally, he kissed your hard bud, gently swirling his tongue out as he latched on with his lips.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation. He used his fingers to play with your other nipple, pinching gently enough that you felt the wetness between your legs. You squeezed them together, and he used his spare hand to open them and feel between your folds. Your eyes snapped open.

"Am I making you feel good, sweet wife?"

You moaned in response as his fingers circled your clit, and that seemed to satisfy him enough that he finally pulled a slow stroke across your swelling bud, the sensation making you buck up into him.

"Are you still afraid?" Daemon purred as he saw your eyes roll back, his suddenly relentless attacks on your body making you squirm.

You shook your head with a strangled noise as you felt the heat pool to your stomach, the sudden urge to release something coming on very strong.

"D-daemon I think something is wrong-" you managed before your world shattered.

You heard yourself making strangled noises as you rode the high, his now gentle touches only making it better. When it all became to overwhelming, you tried to wiggle away, only to be stopped by strong hands pulling your legs towards his face.

He swung your legs over his shoulders and buried his head, his tongue teasing your thighs as he licked, kissed, and nipped at you, all the way back up to your clit.

"Hold on, I think I need a minute," you managed, barely recognizing your own breathy voice.

He did not listen.

Daemon began rhythmically licking at you, his lips gently sucking you in as he drew circles with his tongue.

"No fuck I can't take it-" your voice was so high pitched you didn't recognize yourself as you whined and tried to squirm away. "Oh fuck, oh fuck-"

Before you knew what he was doing, you felt him gently press a finger to your entrance. The pain of him slipping it in was completely covered by the pleasure against your clit, and once he curled his fingers up to find your spot inside, you let out a moan that sounded more like an animal gurgling than anything a human would make.

He paused only for a moment, "do you like that, sweet girl? Am I making you feel good?"

You used your legs to push him back, the surprising loss of his tongue making you feel desperate. He laughed and rubbed his nose against you, making you giggle before he went back to work.

You felt him slide another finger in, and that was enough to bring you to your edge... again. You felt yourself clawing at the sheets, the sweat on your body making you stick as you did so. Your legs squeezed shut, locking Daemon in place, though you were sure he could escape your grasp if he really wanted to.

Luckily for you, the only thing he was interested in was seeing how wet you get when you finish.

"Oh fuck," you cursed, praying he wouldn't see the humiliating face you made as you finished. A string of curses and pleads came from you as you did, your entire body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

You weren't sure how long you saw stars, but when you finally came back, Daemon was rubbing circles along your hips, his intention to comfort you clear.

"It only gets better, (Y/n). Would you like me to show you tonight or have you had enough?" He said, his tone and expression amused.

You paused, unsure if you could handle more. You felt tired, though you were curious as to how anything in the world could be better than what you just had.

"Show me," you whispered, meeting his eyes with your wide ones.

He smirked and stood, finishing the job of undressing himself that he had started so long ago. When he finally stood before you, you couldn't take your eyes off it.

"That goes inside me?" You gulped. The shiny, pink tip almost looked like it was pulsing as he waited for you.

Daemon only laughed. "I will take it easy on you." His gaze darkened. "This time, sweet girl. Soon you'll be begging for me to go harder."

You felt your cheeks heat at this, suddenly reminded you have no idea what you're doing. But the rest of this hasn't been so bad, so what's the harm in trying?

At least that's what you told yourself.

He lay down on the bed and patted his lap, motioning for you to come to him. You crawled over, still overstimulated, and swung your leg over his, hovering over his massive member.

"Go slow, sweet girl," he warned as you pushed the tip in with a gasp. You didn't even know how to describe the feeling of being stretched out like that as you slowly descended onto his cock.

It took you a few minutes to fit the entire thing, and it was still sore even when you did. When you felt adjusted you nodded to him, and he placed his hands on your hips with a firm grip.

"Touch yourself." He commanded, and your eyes widened.

"W-what?" You mumbled, embarrassed at the thought.

"I will be busy doing all the work of riding for you, I need to see you fall apart while I'm inside you. Play with that little button that feels so good while I fuck you."

You reached down with red cheeks and began slowly fumbling with it, not entirely sure what to do. Once you found a pace that did it for you, he began to push your hips back and forth.

"Oh shit," you breathed, trying to keep your voice down while your eyes rolled back from the pleasure and pressure. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit-"

When he moved you up almost off his cock and dropped you, you finally did scream. It was a lot more of that as he rolled you over him, the sensation making you build up your orgasm almost immediately.

You tried to hold it in, you knew he would certainly last longer than you, but as he purred about how pretty you looked dripping on his stomach, you shattered.

The noises you made were animalistic, strangled cries of desperate pleasure as you came all over him, his eyes never leaving your expression. You couldn't even bring yourself to care that he was seeing the face you made, you could only moan as he made you ride him through your high.

"What a good girl you are," he said, brushing a strand of your crazed hair behind your ear. "My turn sweet one."

Daemon lifted you off his cock completely and threw you down under him, wrapping your legs around his back. He lined himself up and entered you again, your piercing moan like butter to his ears.

He was relentless this time, and you grasped the sheets as you tried to take blow after blow. It felt like he was hitting your organs, he was so deep there was no way it wasn't doing damage.

You were blinded by the feeling yet again as he pounded you, his strokes becoming sloppier as you became more and more sure you would have to tap out before he finished.

Just as you were about to feel a tear fall from your eye from overstimulation, you felt his cock throb inside you as he filled you with his ropes of cum, properly consummating your marriage once and for all.

"Fuck," Daemon cursed, thrusting a few more times before finally pulling out. "How was that? Are you afraid to do it again, sweet girl?"

You shook your head. "Looking forward to it, actually."

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— TWO BIRDS, one stone ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“Hello, could you write about Daemon x Fem! Reader? Could you base it on Two Birds by Regina Spektor? Daemon and the reader are friends and little by little they fall in love, but the reader has always been in delicate health and little by little he dies, but not before getting in a relationship with Daemon. I'm looking forward to reading something sad and sweet. Thanks 🥺”

pairing ; friends-to-lovers!daemon targaryen x frail!reader

notes ; i listened to the song while thinking about this imagine and omg?? the parallels,, the symbolism,, regina is a genius

two birds on a wire, one tries to fly away,

and the other watches him close, from that wire.

he says he wants to as well,

but he is a liar.

daemon targaryen has always been a man with a boys heart. eager to be on some new, wild adventure, to swing his sword and play at war to defend his family, or even explore the wonders of the great world. whatever it was, daemon made it known that he would accomplish those and so much more.

he often told you stories about what he had learned from brothel keepers, ship stewards, and merchant traders. he always said that he would keep you by his side forever, even going as far to even haunt you in what ever afterlife their was. you supposed, in his own way, it was a sweet gesture.

that was some twelve years ago when you were both children.

now, daemon was a grown man. battle-hardened and still eager to explore, he had always asked if you were interested still in exploring the world with him. now that he had his dragon mount caraxes, it would make traveling safer and shorter. you’ve always remain loyal and steadfast to him, offering him council when he complained about his older brother.

your answer had always been yes to his questions about traveling the world with him. with bright, eccentric ideas, you knew daemon was meant for something greater than being the commander of the city watch. yes, it was something to ease his mind and be his plaything for now, but you knew he would always get bored. perhaps you should’ve voiced your concern about leaving kings landing before you agreed to travel with him.

that was before a sickness like no other took hold of your body, leaving you weaker by the day.

i’ll believe it all,

there’s nothing i won’t understand,

i’ll believe it all,

i wont let go of your hand

“would you fly across the world with me, to the ends of the earth?” daemon asked you one night. this was after he had an argument with his brother of over his.. activities concerning the city watch and his rather boastful announcement of his nephews demise.

daemon was your bestfriend, so the next words that leave your mouth are out of pure love for him, “i would.”

this seems to quell the lingering ache in his heart as he leans forward and gently rests his forehead against your shoulder. you bring your arm up to comfort him, drawing lazy shapes into his clothing in attempt to help soothe him.

there’s a moment of silence that passes between you two. he pulls away only a fraction, his eyes searching yours. his are full of softness and devotion – one that he doesn’t share willingly to others. you smile and do your best to contain a cough. you raise a hand to cup his cheek, thumb gently caressing his skin.

in the smallest voice he could muster, he says, “i love you.”

two birds on a wire,

one says come on,

and the other says i’m tired,

“daemon,” you say in a voice that’s full of warning, “i’m tired.”

you’re breathless at this point. your lungs are screaming for proper air flow and your legs are starting to ache with a radiating pain.

he huffs, long legs easily carrying him up the steps of the tower, “we’re almost there, just a few more steps.”

you stop for a moment, hand flying towards the stone wall as your attempt to steady yourself and quell the fire that’s burning in your lungs. you take a few deep breaths, desperate to stop the burning sensation. you close your eyes and lean into the wall, taking a moment for yourself. it’s only then that daemon returns to you, his brows furrowed.

“are you alright?”

the energy of your youth was slowly dissipating and it was starting to become obvious to yourself and those around you. however, you’ve tried your best to conceal your predicament from daemon. the last thing you needed was a hellbent daemon trying to be desperate to find something, anything, that would help you.

there’s a shaky exhale that leaves you, “yeah– yes, i’m alright.”

he extends his hand out to you and your take it, allowing him to help guide you up the steps at a slower pace than what he was going before.”

“are you sure you’re alright?”

“yes, i am.”

the sky is overcast

and i’m sorry,

one more or one less

nobody’s worried

“let’s leave tonight,” daemon says one night while you’re sharing a bed. your head is on his chest, your hand splayed on his lower abdomen. you feel a pang in your chest, how much longer could you evade daemon and his suggestions?

you so desperately want to live this fairy tale life with him: explore the world, leave the safety of kings landing, and do whatever they want without the leave of a king. you wanted to share his excitement and thrill of being young and eager to learn new things. but alas, that was not the fate the seven had decided for you.

“daemon,” you say slowly, tilting your head slightly up to look at him through your lashes, “you said we’d stay for rhaenyra’s wedding.”

daemon tuts and begins playing with the sheets that covered his lower half, “i have no desire to be apart of that fest, no doubt it’s going to be dull.”

“she’s your niece, daemon.”

he looks down at you, eyes scanning your face, “i don’t care for her, i desire to be with you,” he turns his head away, “in essos.”

you bit your lip, gently nipping on the skin until it becomes warm and plump.

“i want to stay.”

daemon sighs, but after a moment, “alright.”

two birds of a feather, say that they’re always,

gonna stay together, but ones never goin’

to let go of that wire

daemon had spent days in your room when your sickness began to become more obvious, leaving you bedridden. he would bring things that he knew you would both enjoy, oftentimes that would valyrian books and scrolls that depicted the great age of valyria and it’s many successes. he’d recite these for you in both english and valyrian. there was something about the way his voice dropped an octave when speaking in his mother-tongue that you loved.

“how long until you’re feeling better?” he asks, the book he was reading becoming forgotten. he closes it and rests one of his hands on it as he turns his attention to you.

your move your head to better look at him, a shrug moving your shoulders slightly. even this small action is enough to cause pain, “the maester said–”

“forget about the bloody maester, what do you think?”

you blink at his interruption, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and slowly gnawing on it. you hated this–the lying and going behind his back to find care from a maester without his knowledge. you hated the impending doom and you hated not knowing when your day would be your last.

but instead you smile, your hand twitching as you try to reach out for him, “soon, daemon. soon.”

he shifts the chair closer and takes your hand in his. he notes that it’s cold and lifeless compared to his warm hand. daemon tries to smile.

“good. i need you by my side when i do my travels.”

two birds on a wire

one tries to fly away

and the other..

daemon knows at this point and some part of him wants to believe that it’s not too late.

he’s the farthest thing from a pious man, but he had begged the gods of the old and new for more time to be shared with you. he told them that it was too much–that they were being greedy. but one can’t make demands of a god and expect a turn in a fate.

“we should have run away,” he says in a low voice. he’s by your bed, ears tuned in to sound of the low, shaky breaths that drew in and out your mouth. he’s afraid that if he speaks too high, you’ll break, and if he leaves the room, you’ll find peace without him by your side. “maybe we would have outrun your fate.”

the hand he’s holding twitches in his hold, something that makes him give a sad, lopsided smile. he’s surveying you now, eyes gently trailing over your pale body and the purple hue of your lips. your throat bobs up and down with struggled swallows and it’s the only sign of life on your otherwise still body.

“i’ll take you with me,” he continues, his thumb gently rubbing up and down your hand. “this won’t be the end for us.”

daemon feels a sense of regret fill every fiber of his being. he wants to travel back in time, rewind the clock, and berate at his younger self. he wants to tel his younger self to take what is his and maybe, just maybe, you two could’ve been happier earlier.

daemon feels the sadness beginning to well inside him as he hears you take a long inhale. he winces at the sound.

“it’s time to go, isn’t it?”

daemons feels your fingers squeeze his, the action barely noticeable but to him, to him it was everything.

“i’ll see you soon, my love.”

in between bleary blinks, daemon watches your chest rise and fall with a final breath.

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Daemon Targaryen X Reader: How Did We End Up Here? (Smut)

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Summary: I really don't wanna spoil this. Just know Daemon and reader are married.

Warnings: pre established marriage, oral sex (f receiving) p in v penetration, breeding kink if you squint, depressed reader, high volumes of alcohol consumption, nightmares of violent deaths.

Word count: 3.0k

A/n: ...This one got away from me a bit.

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You sat in your bedroom, your sixth glass of wine in hand. You had only been drinking for an hour and a half, but that was precisely how late your husband was tonight.

This had become your new habit. He worked late with Rhaenyra, you stayed in your quarters and drank as much wine as you could handle until either Daemon returned or you passed out.

These days, there was a lot of passing out. You always woke in the bed, signalling your husband did in fact return, though he was usually gone by the time you woke in the mornings.

This war was miserable. You knew you had no right to complain, when others were out on the front lines dying. The thought of your husband dying echoed every night in your dreams. Sometimes you drank enough to sleep soundly, but that was very rare as of late.

The darkness that peeked through your window distracted you from your thoughts.

You stood and walked to it, glass in hand. You took a big sip before looking out at the view. Gods how you missed King's Landing. Your friends and family all resided there, presumably in hiding from the usurper king. Your marriage to a Targaryen put them in danger.

You felt the tears falling before you realized you were crying.

You had waited long enough. You were exhausted and wasted and upset. You needed sleep.

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You tried to run for Daemon, but your legs felt like they were moving through water.

You could do nothing but watch as your husband ran at his enemies, an army against him alone.

Where was Caraxes? Why is he not here helping him?

Daemon dropped his sheath to the ground as the men with spears ran at him. He swung one, lopping a head off. He swung again, stabbing a heart. He swung again, and again, and again, but it was never enough.

There were always more.

Why were you running so slowly? What was wrong with you? You refused to look down at your feet, that would mean taking your eyes off the battle.

He cut through man after man, but they just kept coming. How could he possibly fight them all? You knew it was a losing fight, no matter how good Daemon was with a sword. He was outnumbered.

You cursed as you saw him get swarmed, circled by the enemies. You could still see him clearly as a spear was stuck through his back, then another.

You were close enough to hear his cries of pain, his screams of defeat.

You were close enough to see him fall to his knees.

You were close enough to see someone pick up his own sword and behead him with it.

You were close enough to see your beautiful husband's head roll away from his collapsing body.

You were close enough to experience him die.

You died in that same moment, your heart taken with his.

You sat up, a coat of sticky sweat covering your body as you screamed. You couldn't tell if your face was covered in tears or sweat, but it was uncomfortable either way.

Once you realized it had been another nightmare, and it was morning now, you could finally breathe.

These nightmares had been plaguing you since you had left King's Landing. You knew Daemon was in danger, being the charge of so many battles, and it was coming out in your sleep.

You went through the motions of your day as you always did. Washed your nightmares away, ate, went for a walk, ate again, read some of a good book, then ate dinner. Your favourite meal, as it meant you could start drinking wine again.

And drink you did. An hour later, you were three glasses in, feeling the warm tingle effects of the beverage.

Your eyes were blurry, and you could not focus on your work any longer. You gave up, moving instead to your bed and pouring another glass. As you sipped, you hoped you would fall into a deep, dreamless slumber.

It was no wonder you weren't pregnant yet, you and Daemon had barely consummated the marriage before the war broke out. And he had not touched you since. He claimed he was too tired from his days of work, on the few nights you had tried to seduce him.

You had never felt so unwanted.

You were stripped of everything in your life. Your comfort, your activities, your friends, your home, your family. You had nothing but Daemon, and you would argue you no longer had him.

Rhaenyra owned him now, her and her bloody crown. He loved her more than you, and you knew it. He followed her away from everything, and dragged you along with him. All for another woman.

You wanted to spit on her you hated her so much. Which was not fair, as she had been nothing but warm, kind, and welcoming to you. Even since the fighting started, she was not cold and distant as she was to many.

Perhaps she could sense your loneliness. She was also alone, though at least she had her children.

You wished you could have that. Unconditional love, someone who needed you to survive.

Oh how you wished Daemon loved you the way you did him. You had fallen for him as a young girl, and only luck had made you his wife. Born to the right family, born pretty enough. You thought marriage would be different than all the women's complaining you had heard.

You knew now you were naive.

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You were trapped. Locked inside a cage at the edge of the room, crying as you watched them walk your husband into the room in chains.

You were locked in the room with the Iron Throne, and Aegon sat on it, his beady eyes boring into you as he watched you helplessly thrash around.

Daemon was brought to his knees in the middle of the room, his armour ragged and bloody.

How did you get here? How did Alicent manage to get you both in chains?

"Nobody is coming to save you this time," Aegon snarled, his voice high pitched and whiney to your ear. "You will die today, Uncle."

It was only then you noticed the executioner at the side of the throne, axe in tow.

You screamed in protest, but no sound seemed to come out. You were weak and feeble, and there was nothing you could do to help him.

You cried as the man approached Daemon, axe at the ready as Aegon spoke.

"Daemon Targaryen, for your crimes again the throne, you are sentenced to death."

The weapon came down before you could blink, forcing you to watch as his head rolled away from his body, the way blood spurted everywhere, the way Aegon laughed a maniacal, hysterical sound.

You yelled to him, but again, your voice could not make out the words, or at least, make them loud enough for anyone to hear. As they turned their heads to you-

You sat up, a coat of sticky sweat covering your body as you screamed. You couldn't tell if your face was covered in tears or sweat, but it was uncomfortable either way.

Another nightmare. Another day waking alone in bed with nobody to notice the terrors you experienced night after night.

Perhaps you would visit the maester, get something a little... stronger to help you sleep through the night.

You could no longer take the plague that was your dreams. You could no longer watch your husband die, time after time, in horrific ways.

After calming yourself down, you washed up and dressed yourself, preparing to attend breakfast. The meal went smoothly, but instead of taking your habitual morning walk, you strode in silence to the maester's chambers, where you knew he would be working.

You knocked on the door when you arrived, deciding to not wait for an answer as you slipped inside. With a deep breath you looked the maester in the eyes and broke down, all of the feeling you had kept bottled up suddenly unleashed.

Once he had stopped the waterworks, he finally got what was wrong out of you. You stuttered along about your nightmares and your drinking and your husband's absence.

When you were finally done, you had a cup of water dry eyes. The maester was clearly used to hysterical wives. You wondered if you were the first this week to come to him, or if he got these calls daily.

"I think this calls for a little more than what I can give you," the maester said softly, standing from his wooden chair. "Wait here, I'll return in a few moments."

With that, he was gone, and you were somehow alone all over again.

You curled your legs into yourself and held them, staring off into nothing as you dissociated from your body. You thought of being on the beach, building water tunnels in the sand with Daemon and your children. You thought of how excited he would be when you told him, how excited he would be to meet his son or daughter.

Or both, if your fertility would pick up a little.

In all of your fantasies, Rhaenyra was in King's Landing, running the kingdoms, while you and your husband lived in a small castle away from everyone. No one to bother you, no one to interrupt your private time except your own children.

What a life that would be. How peaceful.

The door opened and you jolted, on guard as to who was entering.

When you saw the maester with your husband in tow, you nearly sobbed. You had not seen him in days, much less when you were sober and awake.

"Daemon?" You manager weakly.

"(Y/n). What is so important you had to pull me away from work?" He spoke with annoyance, his body language angry.

You shut down. Your smile faded and you saw the way even the maester winced at Daemon's words.

"I apologize. I was feeling under the weather, I shouldn't have bothered you," you rushed out, standing and letting your hair fall in front of your face to cover the tears in your eyes.

"I will see you tonight, (Y/n)," he answered, turning around and disappearing as quickly as he came.

You followed, passing the maester wordlessly, returning to your room instead of attending lunch. You let the tears fall as the door slammed shut behind you.

You became hysterical again pretty quickly, your wet sobs echoing throughout the chamber. Why did he hate you? What had you done that was so wrong?

"Fuck this," you headed straight for the wine. You poured yourself a glass and drank it in one long swig.

Then another.

Why did he not love you?

And another.

Were you not pretty enough?

And another.

Not smart enough?

Another.

Not interesting enough?

Another.

Or perhaps you just weren't Rhaenyra.

You lost count of how many you drank while the sun was still at midday. Not much time could have passed, but you could barely think anymore you had so much wine.

You felt your stomach churn, and you knew you had made a mistake. You headed for the chamberpot in the other room, speeding up as you felt your breakfast coming back up.

You heaved up all your stomach contents, the vomit red and watery mixed with undigested chunks. The smell was detestable, and it only made you throw up all over again.

You had no recollection of how long you sat there, your tummy rumbling, before you finally curled up on the floor next to the chamberpot. You feared if you left it, you would make a terrible mess.

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"(Y/n)? (Y/n) wake up, what is the matter? (Y/n)?" You were being shaken. "Why are you on the floor, (Y/n?)"

You opened your eyes and saw Daemon standing over you, worry clouded in his eyes. You managed to slur an incoherent response, but that was about all you could muster in your sleepy state.

Your husband cleaned you up and got you off the ground, leading you back to the bed and helping you sit. He plopped down next to you, and you noticed the sun had yet to set.

What time was it? Why was your husband home so early?

"Wh-what are you doing here?" You slurred, confusion riddled in your question.

Daemon looked at you wearily. "How much wine have you had tonight?"

You shrugged. Which was about as close to the truth as you could get; you had no idea.

"I spoke with the maester."

"Oh?" You froze before you spoke, unsure how much of your conversation had been revealed.

"He claims he told me everything you said. You have been having trouble sleeping, and you're using wine to numb your nightmares, was the main gist." He sounded like he wanted to scold you, but could see the pain in your eyes. His expression softened as he pulled you in for a peck, lingering for only a moment with his forehead on yours. "Is this true?"

You nodded, closing your eyes. You were unable to meet his gaze as he looked at you like a broken toy.

"And you tried to tell me earlier, when I snapped at you?"

You nodded again, avoiding using your voice as much as you could. You didn't want him hearing how fuzzy you were.

"What on earth is the matter?" He asked, using his finger to wipe away a tear that had fallen.

You shrugged, "I guess I'm just lonely. You work all day and night, and away from King's Landing I've really not much to do."

"How do we fix this?" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. "The war requires my time. I cannot let my own blood down, my brother named Rhaenyra queen. It is my duty to ensure she ends up on the iron throne."

You thought for a few minutes. You knew what you needed, but weren't sure if he would go for it. He had no family before, why would he want to start one now?

"Speak what is on your mind, (Y/n)."

You took a shaky breath. "I want children." When you saw his expression change, you began to blabber. "I-I just, I need someone to care for. I am failing at everything, and I just need one thing to go right. Something to pour my time and energy into."

Daemon kissed you, hard. You thought it was probably just to shut you up, but you would not complain. He pulled away, standing up and then he began to undress.

"If impregnating you is all it will take," he drawled, "we can move up the timeline."

When his hard cock popped out, you were distracted from everything else he did. He approached you, taking his time with each step.

He did the same to you, going as slow as he could, making it so sensual as he revealed your breasts, your waist, your legs...

You moaned when your husband kissed your neck, suckling lightly as he trailed down to your breast. He licked your nipple, swirling his tongue around and making you throw your head back.

"Shit," you cursed, curling your fingers into his blonde hair. He released you, coming back to tower over you. His hand forced your chin up, making you meet his eyes.

"Lie down," he commanded, motioning to the pillows. "Open your legs." He crawled towards you, stopping when your legs were hanging over his shoulders and his breath was at your clit. "Now come on my face for me, beautiful wife."

He licked through your folds first, groaning in delight as he tasted how wet you were. "Good girl," he mumbled as he made his way up, finally landing exactly where you ached for him.

He finally sucked your swollen bud into his lips, circling his tongue around it with a practiced precision. You nearly screamed at the feeling, the sudden, intense pressure building you up so quickly.

He was relentless, he seemingly stopped breathing as he licked you, your unintelligible moans only spurring him on. He kept perfect rhythm, only switched it up when you needed him to, and he just kept going.

It did not take long before you reached your climax and came undone, screaming words you could not remember and curses that would have the gods smiting you. Your legs clamped shut on his head as he licked you through your orgasm, making you ride your high as long as possible.

You felt the tears stream down your cheeks as you came down to earth, but were only given mere seconds before you were flipped over the edge of the bed, your feet dangling above the ground.

Your husband impaled you with his full length, not giving you a second to protest as he pounded into you with quick but deep thrusts. You tried to say his name, but only a strangled cry came out, and Daemon used his hand to shove your face into the sheets.

"Be a good wife and take it," he ordered, "take every drop of cum I leave in you."

~

Daemon finished in you four times that day. You had lost count of yours, once it had hit seven or eight, you did not remember you what numbers were anymore.

There was only his cock.

You woke up shivering the next morning, alone in bed. He still woke up and left for work early, but he always returned to eat dinner with you and prevent you from drinking wine.

He wanted his baby healthy and strong, he would say, before he would fuck you into oblivion.

Even as your belly began to swell, his cock would be inside you, pleasuring you in every way possible.

He even joked he would leave a dent in the baby's head from fucking you so hard.

Needless to say, your life improved immensely after that night.