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summary: You’d think a man who hates his own son's guts would keep his distance and yet he loves getting his hands dirty with his son’s wife instead. The irony is that Aerion’s arrogance blinded him to the truth while the father who can't stand him already filled your womb with a babe. Your husband will have to claim the child as his own because those silver locks and purple eyes hide the messy fact that he's actually raising his own brother without having a single clue.
pairings: maekar targaryen x aerion’s wife!reader
warnings: 3.1k words. mature themes. unprotected p in v. creampie. breeding kink. fingering. clitoral stimulation. nipple play (pinching). praise kink. light degradation. overstimulation. d/s dynamic. power imbalance. infidelity (father-in-law / daughter-in-law). incestuous in-law relationship. emotional abuse / physical assault / domestic violence (husband / aerion). toxic relationship dynamics. pregnancy / pregnancy reveal. read responsibly.
note: share hatred!!!!!!!!! listening to how deep is your love (cover by mitski) + sleep token made this happen. :p
Being wed to a devil incarnate must be hard, but being a father to one is harder. The world is cruel for taking his wife so soon, and they left him with nothing but a pack of sons to wear him down until they lead him to his grave one way or another. The sight of you is a constant reminder of the blood on his hands, and he can't look at his own son's wife without seeing the brother he lost in the trial of seven. The word ‘kinslayer’ follows him like a curse because the people of Westeros speak of it in silence. He finds it hard to meet your eyes because you have the same kindness that Baelor once had, and it feels like a mockery to see that being wasted on a man as cruel as Aerion.
It makes him want to vomit with disgust to know his son doesn't deserve a single bit of your heart, while his own guilt makes every word you speak feel like poison against his chest. He still loves the boy, and he would've burned everything to save him, but he hates that he has to carry the weight of having a son who should've never been born. He feels a selfish relief knowing you're bound to the same devil as a husband in a misery only the two of you can understand. It's a shared burden that stays with both of you while the realm judges the love he still feels for the monster who ruined everything.
You never asked to carry a piece, and you certainly never wanted to be bound to a family of incestuous conquerors who still play at being gods even though their dragons are nothing but bone and dust. You come from a Great House, but your father saw you as nothing more than an alliance to the Iron Throne, and your mother spoke only of the silver-haired babes you would carry for the crown. They ignored the way your skin crawled at the thought of being tangled in their madness, and they turned a deaf ear when you begged to stay far from the Targaryens because they were too blinded by it. Now you’re trapped in a marriage with Aerion while your family celebrates their luck from afar, and you’re left to rot with a man who thinks he’s a dragon, but he's only a monster made of human flesh.
You manage to give Aerion two children despite the disgust that curdles in your stomach every time he touches you, and they're born with the same silver hair and violet eyes that mark them as his own. The seed is strong, and it's a cruel joke of fate that they look so much like the man who makes your life a misery, but your love for them is stronger than your hate for your husband. You pray to the Seven they don't turn like their father or the madness that defines the Targaryen name. Aerion is a stern father who looks at them with a harsh sense of ownership, and he doesn't know how to love them beyond seeing them as an extension of his own. He’s strict with every step they take as if he is training hounds for a hunt, and he expects them to be perfect reflections of the dragon blood they carry.
He never raises a hand to them, but his demands to be the best are their own kind of cruelty. You're left as the one to raise them with the love they lack to receive from their father, and you find yourself shielding them from his judgment because you're terrified that his bitterness will eventually turn them into the same hollow man he is. That fear follows you even as the tourney for your son’s third name day begins, but you're forced to end the day walking Aerion back to your shared chambers while he stumbles against you. He picks a fight in the middle of the corridor about how you're a bad mother; this is merely coming from his drunkenness and anger about losing earlier. He says that your son was running around and acting like a nuisance instead of a prince while the whole court watched.
He blames your weakness for the boy’s lack of discipline, but you try to tell him that the boy is only a child of three and that he was just being a child, but Aerion only sees it as a failure that makes him look bad. He stops walking, and he looks at you with a look you’ve seen a thousand times before, but this is one of those times he will use his hand before you can step away. The slap is sudden, and it hits your jaw hard enough to leave your head ringing while he stands over you and says you're as useless as the child. He doesn't wait for you to say anything before he turns his back to go into the chamber, and he leaves you alone in the hallway with your skin burning. You're standing there trying to breathe when you see Maekar standing at the end of the corridor, and you realize he saw the whole thing.
The memory of that slap never leaves despite the many moons that have passed, and you only feel angrier with every passing time that passes even though the mark on your face goes away. Everything changed that night he saw his son's hand land on your face, and you don't even think about the consequences as the nights get colder. You go to Maekar’s chambers more often than your own, and you stay there until the early hours of the morning while the rest of the Red Keep is sleeping. Aerion never suspects anything because he never really seeks you out, and he simply assumes you’re in the chambers with your children. He thinks you're just being a mother while you're actually with the man who hates his son as much as you do, and that lie is the only thing that gives you a moment of peace.
The peace is in Maekar’s chambers while you’re waiting late at night and you listen for the sound of his boots in the hallway. The heavy door finally opens, and Maekar walks in with a tired look on his face, as he expects to be alone for the night. He stops when he sees you sitting by his bed, and his eyes get dark but laced with surprise and hunger when he realizes you've come back to him. “You are not with the children,” he says as he closes the door, and the sound of the lock clicking is the only noise in the room. “They are asleep, and Aerion is as well,” you answer as you watch him drop his heavy cloak onto a chair, and he moves toward you with a need that he never shows anyone else. “He is a fool to let you out of his sight,” Maekar mutters while he reaches out to touch your hair.
He doesn't have to ask why you're there because he knows you're both just looking for a way to forget for a few hours, and he leans down until his face is just inches from yours. “I did not think you would come tonight,” he whispers, and his voice is rough as he looks at you in the dim light. You don't say anything while you’re sitting on the large bed, and you watch him bend down so he is level with your face. He doesn't kneel, but he leans in close enough that you can smell the wine on his breath, and you tilt your head to the side to give him better access. You're wearing a thin gown of red silk that feels cold against your skin, but his mouth is warming up your body as he starts giving kisses against the side of your neck.
It's a slow movement that makes your eyes close while his hands move to the front of your dress to find the ties. He works on the fabric with urgency, and you can feel his fingers brushing against you as the gown begins to loosen. You reach out to grab his shoulders to tug him even closer while he continues to taste skin, and the sound of his breathing is the only thing you hear besides the crackle of the fire. He pulls back just enough to look at you again, and his eyes are dark with a hunger that makes you forget everything. “I have thought of nothing else all day.” He mutters against your skin while he finally slides the red sleeves down your arms, and he leaves you exposed to the cold air and his gaze.
He doesn't stop his hands as the silk falls to your waist, and he lets his thumbs graze over your nipples while he watches your reaction. The feeling makes you catch your breath, and you lean back on your elbows as he moves closer to the edge of the mattress. He looks at your chest with desire, and he reaches out to cup you with his large hands while his mouth finds yours for a kiss that feels like desperation. He doesn't hold back when he forces his tongue past your lips to claim your mouth. You meet him with the same need, and you wrap your arms around his neck while your tongues tangle together in the dark.
The kiss is dirty, and you can feel the scratch of his beard against your skin as he tilts your head back to go even deeper. You moan into his mouth while his hands move from your breasts to the small of your back to yank you closer against his chest. He tastes like the wine he was drinking earlier, and the strong need in the way he kisses you makes your head fly as you lose yourself in the sensation. You don't want him to stop, and you find yourself clutching at his hair while he continues to consume you with a kiss that says everything you both shouldn't feel. Maekar doesn't break the kiss even as he begins to move his hands down to the hem of your red silk, and you feel the air on your legs when he slides the fabric up your thighs.
His palm is large and warm as it touches against your skin, and he finally finds the space between your legs while he continues to consume your mouth. You gasp against his lips the moment his fingers make contact with your core, and you can feel how ready you are for him when he starts to move against you. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he uses his thumb to rub against your pearl in a way that makes your knees weak while he keeps you against him. You clutch at his shoulders, and you try to get even closer to him while he moves his hand deeper to find the wetness between your legs, and his fingers slide inside you. You let out a muffled cry into his kiss, and your body reacts to the way his hand is moving. He pulls back just an inch to watch you struggle to catch your breath.
Maekar pulls his fingers from your wetness before he stands up, and he reaches for your hands to guide you off the bed. You feel a bit cold as the air hits your skin, but his gaze is heavy as he watches you, and he doesn't wait long before his fingers find the loosened fabric of your red silk that is still gathered at your waist. He tugs the silk down, and he lets it fall to the floor in a pile that leaves you completely naked in front of him. “Get on your hands and knees,” he orders, and he doesn't have to explain why because he knows you'll obey him. You move onto the mattress, and you get on all fours while the fur blankets feel soft against your skin, and you can hear him behind you as he starts to strip.
He shoves off the black tunic, and he tosses the heavy fabric aside before he unbuckles the leather belts at his waist. He works at the ties of his dark breeches like he’s in a hurry, and he kicks his boots away until he finally sheds the last of his clothes. He moves behind you, and you can feel the warmth from his body as he looms over your hips. “Gods, you look so good like this.” He growls, and his voice is strained as he looks down at you. “Seven hells, I’m going to ruin you.” He doesn't bother with being gentle after he positions himself, and he enters your cunt with a single deep thrust that makes you gasp into the pillows, and you let out a muffled, “Mmff!” You feel the fullness of his cock stretching you out, and your cunt tightens around his length while he starts a pace that makes the bed frame creak against the wall.
His hands keep holding your hips to keep you in place, and he leans down to bite at your shoulder while he continues to thrust into you. You can feel every inch of him as he fills you up, and you let out a shaking breath while you arch your back to take him even deeper. He lets out a sound of approval when he feels how wet you are for him, and he starts to move even faster because he's losing his restraint. Maekar feels you getting wetter around his cock, and he lets out a rough grunt as he leans over you to find more than just your hips. He moves one hand underneath your body to grab your breast before he uses his thumb and forefinger to pinch your nipple as if he’s urging you to do something.
“Go on then,” he hisses against your ear while he slips into your cunt deeper. “Let your husband hear how loud you can be for me.” The hard sting from the pinch and the way he’s moving you makes you want to shout, but you didn’t. You shove your face down into the pillows while you arch your back, and you let out a strained “Nnngh!” The way he lifts your chest makes you rise up from the mattress until your face is not pressing against it anymore and your head tilts back as a needy moan escapes you. Maekar sounds pleased when he feels you finally let it out, and he continues to punish your nipple while he hammers into your wet cunt. “That’s it,” he mumbles while his breath touches your sweaty skin. “Seven hells, you’re so tight, and I want him to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
“S-sevens… Maekar… ah-!” You try to find your words, but the pleasure is too good, and you can only clutch the bedding while he holds you up and uses you however he wants. Maekar reacts before you can collapse against the mattress because he feels your body shaking as your knees and arms feel weak. He moves his hand from your hip to wrap his arm around your waist so he can hoist you up until you're standing on your knees with your back pressed against his chest. He doesn't stop the deep movement of his cock while he holds you there, and he uses his other hand to go down between your legs to find your pearl. “You’re so fucking tight for me,” he grunts against your neck, and his voice is low while he finds that sensitive spot with his finger.
“Just- take it.” He starts to rub your pearl while he continues to fuck your cunt from behind, and you can feel him filling you deeply as he holds you in place. You can only clasp his arm while you try to catch your breath, and the way he’s moving inside you makes your head tilt. “M-Maekar... too much- ahhn! ” You try to get the words out, but the ones that come out are broken while the feeling in your stomach builds into a knot. He feels how wet and tight you are as he grinds his thumb against you to make you spill all over his cock. You feel your head fall back against his shoulder as your eyes roll back while you lick his cock, and you cry out a muffled whine. “I can't... I’m... Ah! ” Your words turn into a shaking moan while you leak all over him, and you can only jerk against his chest.
He shoves himself deep until he's buried deep in your womb while moving his thumb away from your wet clit, and he drags his hand up your body until he can grope your breast. He rests his forehead against the back of your head while his breath is warm on your neck, and he grunts as you tighten around his cock. “Gods- look at the mess you made,” he moans while he feels how you slick him, and he doesn't stop the same pace of his thrusts. “You’re leaking all over me.” He keeps pounding into you as he feels your head fall back before he finally spills his seed deep inside your cunt. You’re shaking against him while he fills you up, and he groans your name against your skin. He buried himself deep inside, and he stayed there until his warm mess was left inside you.
He withdraws, and he pulls away from your back as he gently lays you down on your stomach while he watches the mess spill out of your cunt. He teasingly parts your arse to see it better, and he grunts at the sight of himself leaking from you. “You are a slick little thing,” he teases as he drags a hand over your hip while you pant against the sheets. You turn your head to look at him, and your heart beats hard because you have a secret that would be a vile scandal if anyone knew. You’ve been waiting for the right time to say it, and you swallow hard before you speak, “I have not bled for two moons.” The words filled the air with tension while he froze and stared down at you. He knows what that means, and he knows the world will think it's Aerion's blood in your womb, but the heavy truth is he’s the one who filled you. After all, who would ever suspect the father instead of the son when the bastard in your belly has the same silver hair and purple eyes?
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