#daddy Daemon

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Little Bride

daemon x niece!reader smut

A/N: based on a request here! also i don't understand high valyrian conjugation so kepa just means father in every time it's used

TW: smut!!, incest, DUBCON, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, spanking, exhibitionism because of under the table shenanigans

word count: 1,563 words

You haven’t seen Daemon since you were seven years old and you’ve missed him deeply. Everyone says that he hates Alicent Hightower’s children but he always said you had the true blood of the dragon running in your veins. You were always his favourite but it’s been over a decade since his latest exile and you most definitely aren’t a little girl anymore.

“Zaldrīzes riña.” (dragon girl) You hear from behind you as you make your way to your chambers. Only one person calls you that.

“Kepus?” You say as you turn around and squeal when you lay eyes on him. You run down the hallway and throw your arms around his shoulders before blushing when you realize how unladylike your actions are. You slowly remove yourself from him. “Sorry.” You say timidly. He laughs.

“Don’t be. I don’t remember the last time someone was so thrilled to see me.” His eyes take in the sight of you but you don’t notice the predatory nature of his gaze. “You’ve grown, little girl.”

“That’s what happens when you are away for so long.” You say petulantly. He chuckles and looks over you. His eyes fixate on the swell of your breasts. He seems like he may say something when he’s interrupted.

“Should you not be preparing for supper, daughter?” The voice of the Queen rings out as she shoots the filthiest glare at your uncle. Your mother hates Daemon.

“Of course, your Grace.” You say and curtsey before running off, shooting your uncle a passing smile.

“I'll see you at supper then, zaldrīzes riña.” Daemon calls out after you. He looks to your mother. “Hello, Alicent. You’re looking well.” He says with a wolfish grin and makes himself busy with greeting another noble before the Queen can retort.

~~~

When you arrive to the family dinner that night, Daemon has saved a spot next to him for you, much to your mothers dismay. You take it eagerly.

“Glad to have you home, brother.” The King says as he raises his cup and you all follow in suit, toasting to Daemon’s return.

The room falls into steady conversation, steady enough for people to not notice when

Daemon whispers things in your ear that make you blush.

“This is a very pretty dress, niece.” He says as he plays with the collar of the gown. His hand begins to trail down it. “Very expensive fabric.” The roaming hand decides on its destination being your upper thigh.

“T-Thank you.” You say with a light smile as he turns his attention elsewhere, talking to your father about things that you don’t understand.

After a few moments, the hand on your thigh begins to move. You sigh in relief, hoping he will take it off and relieve you of the warm feeling in your tummy but that isn’t what happens. Your uncle’s hand moves discreetly to the hem of your skirts, and to your dismay, he begins to lift them. You give him a pleading and confused look, not really sure what’s happening but he doesn’t even look at you as he seems to be fully focused on his conversation with your father.

You take a sip of wine, trying to distract yourself, but it only causes you to choke as you feel his fingers ghost over your smallclothes.

“Are you alright?” Daemon says in a faux-concerned tone as you cough. You only manage to nod in response before he goes back to ignoring you.

He slips his fingers to the side of your undergarments and pushes them to the side so he can feel how wet you are. You could swear you see a slight smile twinge at his lips. You try not to look at him, or anybody, as you feel his two fingers slip inside of you. You hope you don’t give anything away with your face as you reach down to clutch his hand, trying to pull it away, to make him stop, but it’s to no avail. Your attempts are almost pathetic with how little they do to faze him.

The whole scene of it is filthy, Daemon talking politics with his brother as his fingers pump in and out of his virgin niece’s soaked cunny right next to him, her father right across the table from the two of them. One look at the princesses face could have them both found out as she tries not to squirm in her seat.

You feel yourself edging closer to your peak but it never comes. You’re humiliated by the whole act of it but you feel needy for him when he pulls his hand away. You hold in a visible reaction even though it seems that Daemon wouldn’t know the difference as he acts like he never even touched you.

For the rest of dinner, you’re unfocused. Aemond tries to make conversation with you but you can’t do much more than nod and give short answers. You’re very much in disbelief that you hardly realize when supper has ended. Your brothers and sister leave quickly. Your mother left early with your father because of his sickness. You’re left alone with your dear uncle and some servants.

“Leave us.” Daemon says and the servants scurry out of the room.

Your uncle stalks over to you and you keep inching away until you hit the table. He towers over you. You still feel like a child next to him.

“Kepus.” You try to speak sternly. “What you did was wrong and you shall not do anything like it again.”

“If it was wrong then why did you like it so much?” He looks you in the eyes as he grabs your chin and tilts it up.

“It was terribly improper.”

“Hmm. I think you liked the attention. Daddy never gives you any, does he? And mommy is too focused on her problem child.” He says condescendingly.

The hand that doesn’t hold your chin goes to your waist. He traces up and down… the curve of your hips… of your breasts.

“I’m a princess. I get more than enough attention.” You say petulantly but your voice wavers.

“Then why haven’t you pushed me off?” He asks and you immediately try to push him away… pathetically. It’s little effort for him to turn you around and bend you over the table with your hands pinned behind you. “Dumb girl. Look at your trying to put up a fight. It’s not nice to deny kepa.” Kepa, he says, not kepus.

“Get off of me!” You try to squirm under his grasp.

“What happened to the girl a few hours ago who was so excited to see me?” He teases as he begins to use one hand to hike up your skirts.

“Kepa-... kepus, stop now!” You cringe when you call him the name he just referred to himself as.

“Aww so you like calling me that. You want daddy to take care of you.” He gets your skirts to your waist and you feel the cold air when he tugs your smallclothes.

“No, kepusss.” You whine at him and squeal when his hand slaps your ass.

“That’s not what you’re meant to call me, baby. And you need to be quiet, don’t want the guards outside to hear when i’m pounding the little princesses cunny, do we?”

“But… kepa i-i’m meant to save myself for my husband.” You say when you feel something long and hard rubbing between your thighs. His hand snakes around and he shoves two fingers in your mouth.

“Good, then i’ll get to bloody my cock with your maidenhead.” He says simply before shoving himself inside, the fingers in your mouth barely muting your scream. “That’s it, just take it and suck on kepa’s fingers like a little baby.” He says as he keeps bullying his cock inside of you. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight.” He lays another smack on your ass. “I’m gonna put a baby in you, make you mine.”

“Mmm.” You moan around his fingers, starting to realize that you enjoy the treatment once the pain has somewhat faded. He fucks into you as hard as he can, making you see stars.

“I’ll make you my wife and i’ll eat this little cunny every night, have you screaming and begging for me as you cry.” His hands grip your hips roughly and you can feel the formation of bruises coming on. He lets go only for a second so he can spank your ass a few more times because he just loves how you whimper.

You feel him finally start to slow and the deep, lasting thrusts are what sends you over the edge. You have never came so hard as you squeeze around him and feel yourself tense up. He fucks you through your high before spilling his seed deep inside you.

“Fuck.” He says as he takes his fingers out of your mouth.

You still feel molded to the shape of his cock even once he’s pulled himself out.

He wipes your drool away in an almost loving way and then helps you turn around so you can sit on the table. He situates himself between your thighs and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You did so well, zaldrīzes riña.” He presses a few more kisses to your face and you blush at the tender action. “You’ll make a perfect bride.”

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#daemon smut #daemon #daemon targaryen #daddy daemon #daemon targaryen smut #hotd #hotd smut #daemon x reader #daemon x you

[eschercaine]

Next episode preview:

#𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 🖤🐉

By the way, I haven’t watched episode 6 because it wasn’t released yet in my country.

#house of the dragon #hotd #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra x daemon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targeryan #corlys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #daddy daemon #mommy rhaenyra #notice that there's no scene of their wedding in the preview #ok... i'm gonna wait for episode 6 now

[uchiha-no-hime]

Let's admire the moment of teenage girl emotion that Daemon had when he noticed Rhaenyra looking at him

Kicking his feet, giggling, twirling his hair

Daemon is his teenage dream era 🤣

#prince daemon targaryen #daddy daemon #rhaenyra x daemon #daemyra love #daemyra bond #daemyra supremacy #daemon and rhaenyra #asoiaf #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra

[naelys-the-aster]

Jorrāelagon Zālagon Chapter Three

Niece to Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, and cousin to Lady Alicent Hightower, you become ensnared in the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen. After hearing of a sensitive marriage arrangement, you learn the prince is running out of time... and options.

Word Count: 7,462! (Worth it, I promise you)

A/N: We're still not done, there is more to come!

The comfort of the whisking winds and whipping waves could almost lull you into slumber, Daemon’s warmth could keep you planted on this beach all night, but you broke the peace.

“Daemon.” you chirp not moving from you position.

He hummed in response his eyes closed.

“I-I  I need to know something…” you studder out you fingers curling around the dark black and red fabrics of his shirt.

“What is it you need to know?” he mumbled tiredly.

You could’ve asked him so many question, why is he doing this? What was his intention extending his favor? Why did he bring you here? Why was he in Rhaenrya’s room at the peak of dawn? Even more questions in which you yearned for answers for came pooling into your mind, though the answers to those questions, are what you feared.

You looked up at him, seeing his eyes slowly open to meet your own, “You didn’t… kill all those people, right?”

He breathed a heavy breath out and paused before sitting up, forcing you upright as well.

His demeanor changed in an instant it seemed and his voice came out colder than the winter itself, “Do you think I killed them?”

“…” you couldn’t answer that, you weren’t sure, not completely- you needed to hear it from him, not Rhae, not anyone else. You broke eye contact looking away from him, not sure of how to respond.

Your indecisiveness in a response was all he needed. He stood up abruptly, dusting the sand from his clothes harshly, in an act of annoyance or frustration. You sat in the small crater your bodies hand made in the earth.

He scoffed turning away from you, “You think I kill for fun? For amusement? You think I would take the lives of the commoners that call me prince?”

No, no, no, this is what you feared. Crushing a tender moment with false accusations and lies, with confrontation. You felt yourself being you shake with worry and before you could speak he turned back to you, glaring down at you… a look that you never seen in his eyes.

Hurt. Betrayal?

His voice raised in volume until it echoed though the beach.

“I swear on the gods, on my honor, my pride, the house of my family- I DID NOT KILL ANYBODY!” his voice was deeper when he was angry, it shook you and reverberated to your heart. You were not used to being yelled at by him- but maybe you deserved it for spoiling a sensitive- no, a perfect moment.

The familiar hot sting of tears burned the corners of your eyes but your glassy orbs went unnoticed to the prince, he was gone already, stumbling heavy footed up the shoreline to the stone steps you both had come from less than an hour ago. He left you alone. To sulk with yourself and your thoughts.

The tears fell heavy but no sounds followed, no whimpers, no cries, and no pleading with yourself, the gods, or Daemon.

 He had thought you suspected nothing but the best in him, at least that’s what he was trying to do, for himself and secretly for you. But no- he commits arson to the structures of Flea Bottom, he kills over 300 people, for no reason other than to have the credit- at least in your eyes, or that’s how he saw it. He was furious, the rage boiling inside him was as hot and deadly as the lava that flowed from the volcanoes of Dragonstone. He swayed as he climbed the steps of the castle without looking back at your form left on the beach.

As he entered the massive doorway he threw his fist into the stone finery, as hard as he could as many times as he could. Until he could not bare the sickening cracks sounded through his ears. Blood fell in in large droplets to the floor eventually flowing freely from his mangles hand and he found that he couldn’t move his fingers.

He groaned loudly leaning against the walls of the empty corridors, clutching his bloodied fist.

The only thing that could lighten his mood was a drink, so tonight he would pull a cork from the largest barrel of wine they had in the cellar, and he would indulge himself until he could no longer. It will make him forget, forget the accusations, forget the public humiliation, forget what you had just said you him, maybe he could forget all the hectic bullshit that he had to constantly be reminded of.

He stumbled into the kitchen quarters, still coming down from the five glasses of wine he’d indulged at dinner.

“My prince.” a male servant greeted and gasped noticing the blood trail following him, but Daemon pushed past him not even paying him a millisecond of thought, he strode into the kitchen and down a short flight of steps… now how was he going to get the barrel up the stairs?

You sniffled wiping your nose on the sleeve of your dress.

“You had to ask…” you mutter to yourself. He flipped on a coin; he was so content at peace- almost angelic but then…You didn’t know what to believe anymore, if he was so offended maybe he didn’t do it. He wasn’t someone who killed for fun, he had gotten into brawls at ale houses, he beat men for their crimes, but killing for no reason…maybe it wasn’t him. Like Rhae said, if he had done it he would’ve been exiled or executed on sight, not burdened with marriage.

“Maybe he will fare better with Rhea Royce.” you say to yourself burying your head in your sand cover hands.

You stopped.

What did you just say? You repeat yourself in your mind, did- did you actually think Daemon was courting you?

“No… he’s just being nice, he’s just trying to make me feel better…about myself.. my life..” you assured yourself through tears.

He had probably heard of the death of your beloved parents, he felt bad about you being around Otto consistent belittlement of you, maybe this was all out of pity so that you wouldn’t want to throw yourself from the window of you bedroom in Kings Landing.

It grew later and the moon had moved across the sky, there was no telling how long you’d been sitting alone, burying you feet in the sand. Part of you no longer felt welcome in this castle and it was in this moment you wished to be back at Kings Landing with Alicent and even your uncle.

You slowly walked up to the stones steps drudging upwards to the mountain side . You looked ahead of you to notice Daemon had left the door to the castle open.

You sniffled again and wiped your eyes one last time before slipping into the castle quietly closing the door as quietly as possible. As you walked down the hall small dark droplets littered the floors of the corridor, only to reflect the moon light peaking through the windows.

You crouched down, swiping up the liquid with you fingers.

“Molasses?” you questioned aloud. No.. the texture was different, standing to your feet you swayed to the window letting the light illuminate your hand.

The crimson shade glistened with the moon, just to be sure you brought you finger to your nose and the metallic scent invaded your nostrils.

You gasped “Blood?” your brow knit togethrt in confusion and worry.

You peered down the hallway to see a trail of it. “What then hell?” you uttered under your breath, worried.

Tiny droplets every four or five steps almost lead a trail down the hallway

“Hello?” you greeted only to the darkness around you.

“Daemon? You here?” you voice shook as you called out

Nothing. Your eyes followed the occasional drops on the floor and soon your legs carried you in that direction of the kitchen. One one surfaces you saw blood smeared on the corner of a table. Your anxiety was starting to rise rather fast, what if this wasn’t Daemon? But even worse what if it was? Had you caused him to hurt himself?

“Oh gods, what if he’s bleeding out? What if he’s cut? No..” you held you hand to your mouth at the very next thought that crossed your mind.

 

Your thoughts stopped immediately as the scene was starting to look even more terrifying. Broken glass in concerning amounts, covered the floor of the kitchen and lead down a small pathway of steps into pitch darkness.

The hair on your neck and arms stood up straight, numbing chills ran through your body, you felt nauseous all of a sudden.. and you mouth began to salivate while you felt your stomach churn.

Quickly, you clasped your hands tightly over your lips fighting back the urge to vomit.

“Daemon if you’re down there say something!” you called out though your fingers, and again you got no reply, not even a groan or raspy breath, just the echo of your own muffled voice

. You drew in a deep breath, exhaled, and turned the corner grabbing a candle holder that light the hallway, one that was bright enough for some clarity. Carefully you stepped down to what you began to realize was this was not a basement or a crypt, it was a wine cellar.

The candles light softly illuminated your surroundings allowing your eyes to take in what disarray the room was in. Wine was spilled everywhere, so much of it that it was soaking into your slippers, so much of it, your nose scrunched up at the bitter smell of fermentation. You turned the candle stick to the aisle and began your descent deeper into the darkness. Looking from you left to your right to scan each barrel, there was blood smudges of many of the barrels, and finally you had reached the mess ahead.

Corks were strewn all about, two empty wine barrels laid on their sides, broken and shattered wine glasses covering the floor. But alas, he was not here. You quickly made your way up the steps and placed the candle holder back in it proper place.

 Your mind spun, what had happened here? You cursed yourself for not touring the castle when you had the chance, you could’ve just gone to his quarters to check on him.

“I have to wake Rhaenrya” your thought balling your fists taking off- speeding down hallways trying to recognize any architecture that would lead you to her. Eventually the hallways you turned down looked familiar, from the art and antiques that decorated the corridor you knew Rhaenrya’s room was close by.

As you approached her doors you heard the muffled voices of two familiar individuals.

It was Daemon and Rhaenrya, they were speaking in their native tongue. You didn’t know how to feel at this moment so many emotions were running through your head. There was a small crack in the door, and your curiosity once more grabbed tight of you.

Daemon was laying in her bed, his clothes seemingly removed from the top half of his body, his hand wrapped in a bandage, and Rhaenrya laying at his side.

 They were speaking High Valyrian and unfortunately you could not translate, but the sight of Daemon in Rhaenrya’s bed struck a hurtful chord with you. Maybe the rumors are true, Daemon is a man who whores around, he swipes women off their feet in the moment, takes what he wants and leaves...

You watched as she rolled on her side to face him and clicked her tongue.  

“Ao issi daor hae pōnta ūndegon ao hae…” (You are not as the seen you as you are…) “Ao issi nykeā mittys” (but you are foolish.)

her voice sounded so serious, you prayed they would say a few words maybe you could make out, and when Daemon spoke, he sounded drunk, very, very drunk.

Daemon moaned a loud, a twisted expression of shock was all that formed on your face. You tried to adjust your view but the crack in the door was but a sliver, and you did not want to draw any attention to your presence.

 You listened closely once more.

You heard Daemon let out another groan, “Skoros gōntan se giēñrȳī vestragon hen issa ondos?” (What has the maester said of my hand?)

Rhaenrya looked like she was running her hands through his hair, but then again you could not decipher the scene infront of you.

“Daemon, avy jorrāelan se nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon naejot ūndegon aōla ōdrikagon!” (Daemon, I love you so, but I wish not to see you hurt!)

“Issa fucking ondos” (my fucking hand) He snapped.

Rhaenrya sat up next to him looking tired and exhausted, and he laughed drunkenly, slurring his Valyrian “pōnta yne brōzā iā killer se jaelagon nyke naejot gūrogon iā ābrazȳrys.  qilōni kessa emagon nyke? zūgagon ondoso se issaros iksan sworn naejot mīsagon” (they call me a killer and expect me to take a wife? who will have me? feared by the person I am sworn to protect.)

“Killer?” you questioned to yourself.

“Ziry teptan ao tolī olvie milk hen se poppy” (They gave you too much milk of the poppy)

“kostagon ao naejot kipagon hemtubis Daemon?” (Can you ride tomorrow Daemon?)

“Ziry jittan se fucking vōljes, ziry gaomas daor jaelagon zirȳla hen hen zȳhon ondos!” ( He sent the fucking raven, he does not want her out of his hands)

 “qogralbar bona uēpa orvorta”(fuck that old cunt), it sounded like nonsense to you… you wondered if his slurs even made sense to Rhaenrya.

She sighed, sounding even more annoyed, “Kostagon ao udligon nyke?”(Can you answer me?)

“ā tubi ēza dar naet rēbagon se jaelzo zirȳl iēdrosu” (only a day has passed and he wants her)

“Gaelon zirȳlo”( I want her).

 

 His last line of speech was almost complete nonsense and you noted his eyes were rolled in the back of his head, it was out drawn-out vowels, that of which you weren’t sure held any meaning in that language.

Rhaenrya lifted herself from the bed until a hand, presumably Daemons grabbed her arm. “Daemon, I have no clue what you’re rambling about, whatever you are doing please stop

This is nonsense, I can hardly understand you! we need to go home-” He grabbed her hand and began muttered nonsense yet again, he pulled her close to him.

“Come to bed with me.”  He pulled her on top of him and placed a kiss on her head.

“No, no, no.” you back away from the door letting your back hit the wall, this was- just no. You had not spurned him this much, for him to turn to his niece? He was drunk yes, but- the very thought made you nauseated once more. You steadied yourself on the walls, slowly side stepping down the hall until you were far enough away to run. You found your room after wandering for the rest of the evening, you closed the door behind you and threw yourself on the bed.

Something went out, a flame inside you, and you fell on to the cushions of a couch.

your head fell into your hands…“What in the hell?”

An uncomfortable situation lead to a sleepless night.

Daemon woke up, unfortunately to the early morning rays of the sun shining directly in his eyes.

He groaned and turned his back to the sun. Groggy and definitely hung over, he sat up in- this was not his room he was quick you realize. Before he could mutter a word, a wet washcloth came in contact with his face. Daemon was too hung over to protest or fight, he turned his head to see Rhaenrya in the doorway, her chests and luggage being carried away by the servants and maids.

“Get up, we’re due back in Kings Landing” Rhaenrya spoke, rather too loudly for Daemon’s current condition. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell back into the bed.

Rhaenrya rolled her eyes and stomped toward his side of the bed, ripping off the comforter and blankets “Daemon Get Up, You Have To Fly Y/N Home!”  she shouted.

Daemon rolled onto his stomach burying his face deep into the pillow. Rhaenrya shook her head, pissed off, and smacked his head sending him shooting upright.

“Take her! I will remain here!” He snapped.

She looked at him as if he was the stupidest man alive, “You have the double rider saddle! Syrax has already been befitted with the luggage!” she grabbed the towel from his lap and threw it over his head once more, smacking him the face even harder.

“Y/N’s belonging are packed, so are yours, we leave in an hour.” she stated firmly as she walked with heavy heels to the doorway.

 Before she left, she turned to the soiled prince in frustration. “I have no idea what has gotten into you, you’ve ruined the kitchen and the cellar, the halls reek of spoiled wine and the servants are displeased! You spent the night in my bed, droning on about God knows what- I’m the one who should be weary! Get. Ready.”

The thundering slam of the door pounded into Daemon’s head. It must have awoken something in him. He shot out of the bed, stumbling past armchairs, dry heaving.

He ran to the first thing he could find, an ancestral urn, and he heaved as he threw up violently. Nothing but the dark red color of wine filling the urn.

Daemon leaned on the center table, trying find his balance, attempting to adjust to the sunlight and the world itself spinning around him. Caraxes will have to do most of the navigating this trip home.

He grabbed the urn again, tilting it to view the contents inside, which prompted him to vomit again, but more profusely. His memory of last night was slowly coming back to him in bit and pieces, and he ran his hands down the length of his face in exasperation, blinking hard trying to focus his vision.

He scowled and set the urn back in its place muttering a low apology to whomever rest inside.

Daemon just prayed it would be overcast for the flight home.

You felt a hand shake your shoulder and your eyes fluttered open to see Rhaenrya standing about you.

“Rhae, what is going on?” you asked tiredly rubbing you fist against your still half-closed eyes.

“We’re leaving today, Y/N” she stated pulled her hand from you.

You looked at her confused, “What about the horse back riding?”

Her eyes held a sadness that you couldn’t describe, “We been commanded back to Kings Landing”

You sat up and threw your legs over the side of the bed, “What happened?”

Rhae paced herself to the door and gave you a sad smile back, “Under the King’s request advised by the Hand, he would he like us to return home immediately.”

You frowned and nodded, “May I seat with you?”

Rhae shook her head, “Daemon has the double saddle, I’ve had your things backed with Syrax, Daemon should be up within the hour”

The frown did not fade, “Okay..”

Rhae looked down feeling your sadness in a way, but not for what she may think.

“I’m sorry this trip came to such an abrupt end; we can convince my father to let this happen again.” she softly closed your chamber door leaving you to dress in private.

You dressed yourself with what you had worn the previous night, your black dress with dark grey embroidery, though you slept (not for long) your hair was still styled in the way of the Targaryen’s and looked undisturbed. A servant guided you to the shores of the beaches and you saw Syrax flying off in the distance.

Caraxes had been readied to depart by the dragon keepers and was howling loudly in anticipation, You walked the beach with your you arms crossed hugging yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself for the awkward situation to come. You kept your eyes locked on the ground in front of you, this was going to be strange, you were pretty sure of what you had seen last night. Even thinking about it almost drew tears to the surface of your eyes.

Daemon was leaning against Caraxes with his head bowed. The dragon keeper called for his attention in Valyrian, Daemon perked his head up and replied, waving the keeper off. You didn’t make eye contact- you couldn’t, not without breaking into tears.

Daemon pushed himself off Caraxes, in his motions you could tell that he must’ve been feeling the consequences of last nights bender.

His hand wrapped in a cloth that was dirtied with dried blood. Daemon walked towards you, his steps quick to approach, and as he did your eyes stay glued to the beach’s sand.

This wasn’t overlooked by him, he noticed the change in your manner compared to the giddy excited woman he took on her first dragon ride yesterday, and for that he blamed himself.

He approached you, instead of joyfully throwing you over his shoulder, instead of flashing a smile, he came to you stone faced and vacant. You looked up at him, mimicking the same emotionless face. He looked tired, his eyes, usually clear, were blood shot from the heavy drinking and his hair was unbrushed but pulled back as usual.

It was a strange parallel, you looked clean and kempt, your hair still perfectly in place… and he, disheveled, dirty, his shirt stained with the darkness of wine, he smelled of it.

He tilted his head to Caraxes and you immediately registered the gesture and began to follow behind him.

Not even the high screeches of the scarlet beast broke your unshowing expression.

When you came next to the beast Daemon called out, “Dohaeragon zȳhon, Caraxes.” And Caraxes extended his fore wing out to you as Daemon gave a gesture with his eyes, from you to the saddle.

You felt nothing but sadness  as you came to the realization that he did not want to romp around and he didn’t feel comfortable even putting his hands on you. Had what you suggested stunted all emotion for you, all physical contact? You nodded at him, climbing up the dragons arm as it’s groans and heavy breaths filled your ears, straddling the back saddle. Daemon exhaled loudly before pulling himself up the dragon’s side to sit infront of you.

You sat unsure of what to do, did he not want you to touch him? Would he become upset if you did as you did yesterday? Inside your mind you panicked and peered down at your hands, frozen.

 Daemon unclipped a long leather strap from one of the reins and pulled the length of it into a small pile in front of him. You glanced up at him seeing that what he had looked similar to a large belt. Confusion overplayed your stone face but immediately vanished once you understood what he was doing. He turned his body and wrapped the large strap behind your back and continued to circle around to his front, tightening and clasping both of you together.

Was he…this disgusted with you because of your implication of him? From a simple question? He didn’t use a strap on your ride here yesterday, something inside you wanted to break down. You wanted you cry, you wanted to sob, to bury your face into him and beg his forgiveness and tell him you were sorry. But if he could be so cold to you now… it may not even matter if you apologized, he may not ever breathe in your direction if you did.

The silent man in front of you ran his hands along the length of his face while letting out a long breath before shaking you from your mind, “Soves.”

Your body jerked from side to side as Caraxes ran along the length of the beach, he jumped and spread his wings catching the winds easily. You closed your eyes and gripped the lip of the saddle, fearing you might actually fall off until a hand reached yours.

Daemon grabbed your hand pulling you into his back and wrapping your arm around him. Caraxes leveled with the sky after fighting the winds whipping off the shores and he let your arm retract back to your side.

It was a five-hour ride back, Daemon was silent the entire time slightly hunched and unmoving, but you weeped quietly letting the furious winds wipe your silent tears away. You let out no sound, no whimpers or choked sobs, you matched Daemon’s silence but not his expression.

Daemon, the hungover prince whom had been given a gracious amount of milk of the poppy the night prior.. for his hand, unknown to you, was actually passed out and unaware of your distress.

He sat hunched but upright, his eyes had closed the moment he let go of your hand.

It felt like an eternity sitting above the clouds in silence until the structures of Kings Landing became visible. A feeling of dread washed over you. What was worse? This feeling of despair and guilt or the feeling of your uncle’s rule over your life? You couldn’t decide- but it didn’t matter, like always it was not your choice.

Caraxes screeched and Daemon’s eyes shot open, and he drew a sharp breath in. You noticed he pulled the reins tightly guiding Caraxes towards the Dragon pit. He circled the dome before coming to a hard landing, one that send you crashing into Daemon’s back causing him to grunt.

The dragon keepers yelled commands in High Valyrian and Caraxes laid down to their demands. Daemon let out a strain groan while he unfastened himself from you. You remained quiet as he did so, shrinking into yourself. Daemon tossed the strap to the ground carelessly and threw his legs over the saddle. He jumped off the high back of Caraxes hitting the ground with a loud thump followed by an abrupt series of curses

“Someone help her down!” he shouted as he walked away from the crowds of dragon keepers. He glanced back at you as the keepers helped you down from the large beast and frowned inwardly and turned around to the direction of Flea Bottom.

You pushed passed the keepers and saw Daemon’s small form in the distance, you felt the tears blur your vision as he walked further away and soon out of distance.

“I ruined it… didn’t I?” you cried to yourself shaking your head letting the tears run down your face.

“That’s okay, this is okay.” You wiped your tears with your hands, this was going to be the new normal and like everything in your life you had no choice but to accept and adapt to it.

Your escort came to quickly collect you and bring you to your Uncle, who was waiting for your outside the gates of the keep.

A solider helped you from the carriage and you thanked him looking over to your Uncle.

“Did you enjoy your venture?” He questioned, a hint of suspicion lingering in his voice.

“Yes Uncle, it was pleasant.” He nodded at your reply.

“Im glad to hear, we are pleased to have you home Y/N.” Otto motioned for you to follow him through the gates into the castle.

“I do hope you conducted yourself as a proper maiden.” He turned to you. Your brows knitted together in confusion. What has his insinuation?

“I don’t understand uncle… what do you mean?” He glared at you and stopped walking, being quick to look around to see if there were any passersby.

“You think of me as dim, niece? Do you think of me as a blind man?” his voice was stern…angry almost.

Nervously you shook your head, “N-no Uncle. I’m sorry I don’t- I don’t know what you mean.”

He lunged forward and clasped your cheeks in between his hand, forcing you to meet his close cold stare. “You know what I mean, child” he growled, “If you let him soil you maidenhood-“

You pulled away from his grip bewildered. “No!” you yelled with wide eyes.

Otto glared knives through you and finally narrowed his gaze, “Go to your quarters. Your meals will be brought to you, do not leave unless I instruct your cousin to escort you.”

You stared him down hard, your eyes not leaving his, your brow furrowed and your fists balled tightly.

He turned away from you, swiftly gesturing you off with a wave of his hand. As he turn his back to you, you sneered with disgust, but a part of you wished his accusation had been true.

12 days passed and you had not seen the prince, he was absent from the corridors, the gardens, the tea rooms, and the vast libraries. Were you seeking him out? It felt as if you were... but also weren't, these were places you frequently regularly.

You enjoyed the intricate and intimate murals and etchings in the large stone corridors, the tea rooms smelled of a floral incense and sage with lighting that calmed your mind, and you loved the vast fables and tales written in the knowledge of the library.

No.. you weren't actively seeking Daemon out. Especially not because of the tender moment he and you shared under the stars of Dragonstone.

But where was he? Rhaenrya knew not of his location, or maybe she did and refused to tell, but either way each person you inquire to about the prince left you without a breadcrumb trail to his whereabouts. Caraxes had not left the Dragon pit since your return.

As you sat alone in the gardens, reading a tale taken from the library a realization can clear in your mind.

"He does not want me close and he may not want my company at all"

You inwardly scolded yourself,  "you're an idiot, you over stepped a fine line and look what it is causing you"

Sighing you closed the book, you looked around the lush garden sprung to life with different colors of poppies, lilies, asters, roses, and malvales. Servants quietly made there way down the cobblestone pathways aligned with neatly trimmed brush and bushes.

A part of you wished to confide in your cousin of the deepening sadness you felt, but, she did not favor Daemon in the slightest, she practically despised him at best. She thought of Daemon as a vagabond, whom took advantage of people to get what he wanted, no matter who he had to bring down to get it. She questioned you of your travels as she visited your chambers the night of your return. You had this deep feeling that she was trying to get information out of you…courtesy of Otto Hightower.

"Did he hurt you?"

"No.."

"Did he lay his hands on Rhaenrya?"

"He did not."

"You promise did not sully the honor of you and Rhaenrya?"

You cringed at the question, though you had seen Daemon and Rhaenrya laying in her bed, it was not of a sexually intimate nature, she was clothed Daemon was… semi clothed and speaking high Valyrian.. a language unfortunately you could not decipher. But he did kiss her, albeit on the forehead. Though.. you had your doubts.. he did ask her to come to bed with him, but you retreated no wanting to bear the pain any longer,  a pain of which weighed heavily on your heart and mind.

You left room for no hesitation in your response , "I promise Alicent, he is not the monster you think, he was nothing but cordial to Rhaenrya and I"

Her eyes stared at you , as if she was putting you under a looking glass, almost as if she was waiting for a notion of a lie. She broke eye contact and sighed in relief throwing her arms around you for a tight hug. You hesitantly wrapped your arms under hers returning her gesture of relief, but you were unsure... of this situation.

Otto of course disfavored Daemon, it was blatantly obvious from out bursts in council meetings and the outburst at the court the other day. This only tugged at your suspicion towards your uncles intentions.

Yes, there was something off.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I- I just am worried, Father tells me of his atrocious actions and- I fear him and his affiliation with Rhaenrya... with you"  she pulled away from you taking your delicate hands in hers.

You forced a smile, the most genuine one you could muster, one that would hide your suspicions.

"Thankyou cousin, I'm glad have you and Uncle looking out for my safety".

Daemon couldn't have been involved with the fires of flea bottom.. could he?

He wouldn’t have anything to gain by dragging his name through the mud, but your uncle would benefit heavily from Daemon’s dismissal from the castle, the court especially.

But Daemon was seen in the area of the fires…

No, Daemon said to you himself, he swore to you on his honor that he would not endanger the commoners like that. If Otto was involved, then this was treason! But what if he wasn't? The mention of an accusation by your mouth could easily be considered treason from your mouth, putting you in danger. It was like you were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

You could go to Rhaenrya and offer the probing curiosity behind the fires of Flea Bottom- that by some chance you finally had a hunch in who may know more.. but there was the chance that she could tell Alicent your assumptions, and your Uncle would be furious with you. That was a chance you wished not to take, gods only know what punishment or he would cast upon you.

Locked away in a tower?

Exiled without any fortune?

What if he sold you to the slavers?

Death?

All of that was off the table.

"You seem troubled, my Lady"

You gasped, dropping your book, gazing at the source of the sound,.

"Oh, hello Larys, I-I’m sorry, I'm just deep in thought from my readings" you feigned a smile leaning over to pick up the book.

He was the youngest of Lionel Strong’s male heirs, quiet, quaint, a black sheep of the family as you recall your uncle saying. He wore an iron cast around his disfigured stump foot that made his foot falls easily distinguishable. He was weird, but kind to you, offering you strange advice occasionally in the form of metaphors and riddles.

"A maiden in thought is one in distress they say." he mumbled taking a seat on the bench next to you.

"I distress over this book!" You laugh, "not one story I grasp seems to end happily for all, only terribly for one and extravagantly for the other"

Larys nodded and rested his chin on the know handle of his walking cane.

"Yes, it seems life can only favor one party at a time, not all can be satisfied" he mused.

Why was he here?

"I understand you've been in pursuit of a certain white haired prince as of late,"

Is that why he was engaging you? Had he known Daemon's whereabouts?

Your smile fell from your face and a serious expression replaced it in an instant.

He continued on lazily, " I hear of whispers the prince has taken to the street of silk, venturing on many endeavors."  His eyes drifted to your emotionless face, his brow raised with a deadly curiosity.

You cast your gaze you the ground, trying so utterly to keep your calm and steady composure, tightly pursing your lips as you put two and two together.

He was whoring.

There is no other reason to lurk the streets of silk other to bed someone in a back alley or low town brothel.  No other reason than for men to dip their cocks and cum into a woman, nothing but to thrust themselves into whatever hole may have them for a cheap price.

You felt you heart sink, the disappointment was prominent across your features over casting your natural beauty.

"Why do you tell me this?" You mustered calmly through your clenched jaw.  Larys sits up and clears his throat, "you wish to visit the prince? Do you not have questions regarding his crimes...Lord Hightowers possible crimes?"

Your heart pounded, ice water felt like it rushed through your veins, this was the first time Larys seemed so intimidating, a stalker, a spider watching your every movement, he was a predator.

You played coy but stern, "I have no clue what crimes you insinuate my father or Daemon to be involved, I'm surprised Larys.. such accusations- assumptions could easily be conceived at treason against the crown. Wouldn’t it be a shame if this conversation was heard and returned to the ears of Lord Hightower?" your narrowed eyes glared to his, but you were smiling, letting him know that you will not be toyed with.

He must have taken the hint clearly and stood up, fumbling but soon steadying himself on his iron club foot. A move you chalked down to him playing weak, possibly trying to tug at your sympathies.

"I mean no such harm, but if you wish to see the prince..." he held out a small a piece of paper of paper to you, "then go to him, my lady."

You held back the instinct to scowl in disgust and snatched the paper from his hand, "Good day to you Larys." you seethe grabbing your book and turning on your heel exiting the now spoiled beauty of the gardens.

"What a...." You thought for a second, for the right word you come to mind, and you felt yourself smile.

"Fucking cunt"

You locked your chamber door behind you, as you walked quickly to your bed you searched around the area, double checking that there was nobody lingering that could seen you unravel the piece of paper.

Drawn on the paper was a map, specifically a map of the street of silk. Covered with squares made to represent the building and structure, and in one of there squares was a red X.

You wanted to see him badly, you wanted to plead to him that you were sorry, that you missed him, his touch, his voice, his snide comments, and remarks. You wanted to tell him he was good, no matter what his past held, that you wanted- no you yearned for his company.

It broke your heart that he was gone and you needed him to know to come back..come back before-

“A fortnight..” you whispered to yourself, 14 days before he’s betrothed… if he hasn’t chosen someone already.

You waited for night fall before throwing on a black hooded robe and making your way on to the streets on silk with a map in hand. You pulled up your hood and began to search around for the building on the map with the X, the name of the establishment gave away that it was a run-down hostel that doubled as an ale house, “The Sleepy Drunk”.

The streets were crowded with oceans of people, beggars, postitues, performers, and oddlings. Thought there were a few helpful people you met along the way, pointing you in the direction you needed to go and wishing you a safe travel. You stepped over bodies passed out in the street, observing if any of them where Daemon.

“what if he wish not to see me? What if he’s entertaining a prostitute…what if that’s all he’s done since he left?” Your heart sunk deeper than before imaging you walking into a room just to see Daemon on top of some random woman.

You soon came across the Ale House looking down at your map and up to the sign to verify that is was the place. Usually a woman would be questioned of what she is doing in a dingy place, she’d be putting herself in danger of encountering a drunken rapist or murder…or both accounting to your uncle. But as you passed the threshold, not a single soul noticed you. The men kept carrying on singing drunkenly, women serve ale in a state of undress, and more men where arm wrestling while their audience cheered them on. You scanned the room for someone still briefly within their sense and approach the bar tender.

“Aye, women work not drink here” The man gruffly stated not looking at you and continued to sand down his counter top to be washed.

“I don’t come to drink, I came here for a white haired man who may look…” you were starting to like this double life “ like pig shit.”

This caused the man to chuckled and he looked up at you, “Ah, I know who you mean, down the hallway first door on your left”

You happily nodded, and slipped a gold coin from your pocket on to the counter. You paced yourself slowly down the hallway, heart pounding in your ears and throbbing behind yor eyes. Afraid of the situation to come. Was he fucking some whore, was he bedded with another beloved, was he even alive? You sent your hand on the door and took a deep breath, finally pushing it open.

You stepped into the shabby room, cement walls that looked as if they were glazed with humidity, uneven stone floors where covered in filth, and the candles lighting the room did the aesthetics no justice. But there was no whore, no, jst a cot thrown in the corner a lump of blanket and pillows covering a person, whine bottles and empty cups scattered along the bedside. You stared with serious eyes and a deadpan expression, was this the right place?

You tip toed around the mess to the side of the bed, yes, there was a person covered in many tattered and torn blankets, with a pillow covering the persons face. You held your breath drawing out a shaky hand and removed the pillow to expose.. a sleeping Daemon.

His eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, his breaths steady and consistent but not a snore. You breathed out and put your hand to his shoulder giving him a slight shake.

 

He grumbled but didn’t open his eyes, so you shook him again- a little harder. He gave the same response but rolled on to his side. You rolled your eyes and with two hands shook him harshly.

 

Daemon turned over quickly sitting up “I said fuck off!”

 

You flinched falling backwards on to your ass with your mouth hung open in shock. His eyes went wide and the both of you stared at each other, your eyes peering into his lilac purple ones.

“Y/N?” he squinted hard trying to make out your form. He blinked a few times to clear his vision to see it was you. You had come to the most dangerous area’s of Kings Landing… putting yourself in danger, for him.

You couldn’t hold back, you launched yourself at him in a tight hug. Daemon couldn’t even react as he fell back on the cot, you on top of him, he in shock. He wasn’t sure if this was real at first until he felt your warmth seep though his soiled clothes.

You felt his arms slowly wrap around the small of your back. The warmth of his arms immediately sending goosebumps up your spine.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and your body began to shake with silence sobs

“D-Daemon” you whimpered softly.

 His eyes darted around the room, still unsure if this was real or just some sort of hallucination due to acute alcohol poisoning.

“Why did you come here?” he asked. His voice was hoarse, and he sounded tired- exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept for two weeks.

You pulled away from him, blushing hard realizing you were straddling him, quickly you fixed yourself next to him. You wiped your face and sniffled, “I’m sorry- Im sorry for assuming that- that- Im sorry I accused you of the fir- res, I haven’t seen you in weeks, Pl-please Daemon I miss you, and -”

Daemon leaned forward crashing his lips you yours. Your eyes went wide, and he brought a single hand up to cup your cheek as you reciprocated the kiss, melting into him and letting your lips move in sync with his.

He pulled away, bringing his bandaged hand up to cup your other cheek. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight and his voice was soft as he spoke, “I want you.”

You were confused, in want manner did he want you? But you received your answer with his words to follow.

“Y/N, be my betrothed, be my wife”

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[javisjeanjacket]

Shelter- (daemon targaryen x reader)

A/N: currently obsessed with a morally grey man but what else is new 🤪

a man followed me to my car the other night and was yelling at me while he did and it was terrifying and a little traumatic so I wrote a little daemon comfort/revenge 🥰

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: reader is crying, descriptions of being followed and harassed, tho nothing graphic or explicit, kissing, daemon being soft and then ANGY 🥰, cuddles 

Your cheeks burned in the chill of the winter wind. The pounding in your chest climbed up to your throat, stealing the air from your lips. Your hands were so cold they tingled and when you pressed your hand against the thick door to the castle library, your heart caught in your chest. 

Your husband sat, his head bent over a thick volume, while a lone candle melted almost down to the wick and illuminated his angular face. His silver hair seemed to glow in the dim light and you bit your bottom lip as you drank him in. A feeling of comfort washed over your trembling body.

“Daemon?” You said softly.

He looked up from his book with a quirked eyebrow and a half smile at hearing your voice, but as his eyes took in your expression, his smile faded. He stood from his chair, eyebrows pinched together, and crossed the length of the library towards you. “Did something happen?” His voice was low, his tone serious. 

You swallowed and took in a shuddering breath. You dropped your eyes from his and looked down at your hands. You picked at a piece of loose skin and tried to calm your breathing.

Daemon’s expression darkened and his jaw twitched. He ran his wide palms over your shoulders and gently asked again, “What happened, my darling?” 

Pressure built in your throat and hot tears blurred in your vision. You wanted to remain emotionless, to represent the strong name of Targaryen well, but the feelings bursting and exploding in your chest were undeniable. You let out a sob, covering your face with your hand, and doubled over. 

Daemon was quick to pull you against him, moving you to stand and let him hold you, his arms taut and comforting around your back. He nestled his face into the bend at your neck.

Your tears ran hot and wild over his grey tunic and the polished dragon clasps, but the scent of him and the feel of his body around yours helped you to regain your steady breathing.

He ran a comforting hand down the back of your head and kissed your neck. “My love,” He whispered. "Tell me who has wronged you and they'll not live to see the light of the coming day."

Swallowing another sob, you took in a deep breath and moved a hand to rest on his chest. An anchor in your stormy mind. “I went out through the secret tunnels in the castle-” 

Daemon interrupted and pulled back a bit to look into your eyes, “Alone?!” 

You met his gaze with watery eyes and a quivering chin. 

He sighed and ran a hand through his silver hair, “I’m sorry, just…” His jaw twitched and he huffed. He closed his eyes then opened them again. “Promise me,” He took your chin in between his thumb and index finger and peered deep into them. “You will never sneak out alone again. Ever.” 

You nodded yes and reached up to take his hand on your chin in yours, intertwining your fingers as you continued. 

“I wanted to go get some more of that sweet wine we like as a surprise for you,”

Daemon opened his mouth to protest but you continued, “But when I was coming back from the market these men started following me-” Your chest grew tight and your breathing quickened. “And, and-” Your throat became tight and dry and warbling tears fell from your eyes. You covered your mouth with your hand for a moment while you tried to compose yourself. 

Daemon’s expression turned fiery, harsh. His nostrils flared and his lip curled into a snarl. His eyes stared into yours, eager for all the sins of these men to be brought to light. 

“They were yelling at me and following me and they backed me into a corner-” Your voice broke as you spoke.

“Did they touch you?” Daemon’s voice was quiet, his teeth ground against each other, the words laced with rage. There was a fire brewing in the dragon that only vengeance would extinguish. 

“No, no.” You shook your head. 

“What do they look like?” He asked, his eyes blown wide and anger brimming in his cheeks. From the other side of King's Landing, the roar of Caraxes was heard throughout the dragon pit and across the entire city.

You gave Daemon a brief description of the men from what you could remember from hurried glances over your shoulder and the panicked yelps of desperation. 

Daemon cupped your cheeks and pulled you towards him to kiss your forehead. “Rest, this will not take long.”

Before you could protest that you’d rather him stay here, with you; he stormed out of the library, throwing open the heavy doors and his boots clacking against the stone castle floor. He began to yell as he went, assembling his City Watch, gathering the horses, sending for someone to fetch his armor.

You wiped away the tears left on your cheeks andet out a shuddering breath. The dim light in the library was calming, so you walked towards where Daemon had been sitting, sinking into the thick leather chair and relishing in the memory of him from moments earlier. You ran a hand through your hair and rubbed your temples.

"M'lady? Care for some supper?" One of your handmaidens appeared in the doorway, cheery as ever.

You smiled softly, "I would adore some supper."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The night passed for you the same way so many others had; a heavily guarded visit to the dragonpit to bid your dragon goodnight and, in this case, also let Caraxes know you were alright, a warm bath, and a thick volume to accompany you to bed in Daemon’s absence. 

As you skimmed the words on the page, your mind wandered to what it was your husband was up to in the darkened streets of King’s Landing. You listened and strained to maybe hear horse hooves or the clanking of his men and their armor, but your reward was only the soft night winds from the sea and the noise of city life. You sighed and tried to refocus on the words on the page below you, pulling your blanket up higher to your chin. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Daemon climbed into bed during the Hour of the Eel, his shoulders sore from carrying the heavy weight of his armor for so many hours. He sighed contentedly as he settled into bed, his justice swift and brutal and his partner avenged. He looked over to where you slumbered and smiled softly. He wanted to run a gentle hand down your back, to brush a hand over your cheek, to give you some extra tenderness in an effort to make up for the terror you experienced. He thought of how much he loved you and he remembered a time when he felt his heart was incapable of love at all.

But here you are. And his knuckles are bloody and his body is aching but you are his. You are his, you are his, you are his. And you love him in the same way. His joy and his duty bind him to you and you hold his restraints loosely and lovingly. 

As his mind blossomed with feelings for you, the dark of the night that came before; the violence, the justice, the screams from commonfolk, all faded into a dissonant white noise, enough to allow his eyelashes to flutter and his senses to become fuzzy. 

~~~~~~~~~

He heard you before he saw you. Maybe he had been asleep, he wasn’t sure, but he could hear you gasping and panting and groaning in your sleep. He sat up on his elbow and blinked sleepily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You continued, your legs shifting quickly under the blankets and your eyes going back and forth rapidly under their lids. 

Daemon reached out a hand to touch your shoulder and rubbed it up and down softly “Darling.” He whispered, his voice gravelly.

You did not wake.

He tried again, this time moving your body back and forth gently as well. 

Your eyes snapped open and you gasped. You put a hand up to your chest and took in gulping breaths. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just a dream.” He assured you.

You closed your eyes and nodded. “Just a dream."

“Not about those men, I hope.” 

With a grimace, you nodded yes.

Daemon frowned and reached his arm out underneath the covers to wrap around your torso and shift you closer to him. 

You turned to bury your face into his chest and throw an arm over his side. 

As you shifted closer he kissed the top of your head and gently scratched up and down your back, “They’re gone, they're gone.” 

“Did you kill them?” You asked, your voice muffled against his bare skin. 

“Mmhmm.” He responded, lifting one of your legs up and over his. 

“Thank you.” You sighed.

Daemon chuckled softly, “That’s the first time you’ve ever not scolded me for killing someone.”

“If you didn’t do it, I was going to.”

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So I was rewatching all of the Daemyra scenes, and OMG! right before Daemon steps in between Jace, the rest of his and Rhaenyra’s children and Aemond, it’s barely there, but OMG! in the background, you can see BAELA trying to go after Aegon! Remember, Aegon attacked Luke. And Baela was trying to get him. Rhaena is going “Baela!” and holding her back!! You hear her say her name twice.

So, yeah, when Rhaenyra tells them to go to their quarters, she is clearly talking to ALL of them. It wasn’t just dad!Daemon with all the kiddos, it was mom!Rhaenyra with all the kiddos too.

Baela is badass, and clearly takes after daddy! I love it!!

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[therhaenys]

Daemon being a good dad like we all know he is but they decided to cut it idk why comforting his daughters after telling them about what happened.

#this is what we wanted to see #not aegon in a window #he wouldn’t just walk away and leave them there #daemon targaryen #rhaena targaryen #baela targaryen #daddy daemon #hotd 1x06 #hotd #house of the dragon #I want to have his babies too #baby daddy #they are so cute #😭😭😭🥺

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Attention Seeker

Stepdad!daemon x reader

A/N: this can be read as a oneshot or as part of the daddys girl series. This was also slightly based off of a request here. Also I’m very proud of this so appreciate it🙏😭

TW: SMUT SMUT SMUT, somnophilia (in a way), innocence kink, stepcest, angst to fluff, body worship, daddy kink, light bondage

word count: 2,247 (this is the longest thing I’ve ever written which in slightly embarrassing)

HANDS (I’m going crazy)

You and Daemon are in a strange routine for a stepdaughter and stepfather, you piss him off, he fucks you, rinse and repeat. You don’t mind the routine, it’s almost the only way you can get his attention, but you take it a step further this time.

You don’t know if it’s cheating, per se, when you bring home a boy from school. Jake always seemed to have a thing for you and teenage boys are horny. You aren’t even sure if you care about the whole cheating thing (if that’s what it is). When you get into Daemon’s mansion, you take Jake by the hand and lead him to the kitchen. Daemon is sitting there when you arrive, a glass of crimson red wine in his hand. He eyes Jake emotionlessly, clearly curious about who he is but not curious enough to give you the satisfaction of asking.

“This is Jake.” You say anyhow as you grab a bag of chips from the pantry.

“A friend?” Your stepfather asks, not looking concerned in the slightest.

“Something like that.” You say with just enough suggestion in your voice. You want to make his skin crawl. Even if he’d never show it.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Jake says playfully. The ‘sir’ clearly isn’t said with the utmost respect. Daemon doesn’t even give him a glance in response.

You roll your pretty, sweet eyes and pull Jake up the stairs to your bedroom. You make it so that Daemon can hear just what the two of you are getting up to. You want him to know you can get pleasure elsewhere. You want him to be livid. You want him to explode. When you walk Jake out and press a kiss to his cheek, it’s exactly what you expect, anger. But it’s not what you’re given.

“Have a busy night, little girl?” He asks, eying your messy hair. It doesn’t feel like he’s flirting though. It feels like he just sees you as a dumb child. You keep silent and when you can’t come up with a response, he speaks again. “Go to bed then. You look… tired.” You almost think he’s judging you; you know he’s judging you. Feeling frustrated, you go up to your room again just like he suggests.

You act up a numerous amount of times over the next week, trying desperately to get him to see you, acknowledge what you need from him. He never gives in or punishes you in any way. You feel desperate at this point. So, you try to work your way into tempting him once again.

You fill up the massive clawfoot tub in his bathroom with hot water and bubbles. You then tie your hair up loosely in a bun before stripping down and stepping in. The water calms you and the fact that you’re doing this in Daemon’s bathroom excites you.

It isn’t more than 10 minutes before he returns home. He doesn’t call out for you, just makes his way upstairs and into his bathroom. Your stepfather doesn’t notice you right away but as he is loosening his tie, he catches your gaze in the mirror. If he is surprised, he doesn’t show it.

“Having a nice soak, little one?” He asks and you’re just happy that he’s decided to speak to you.

“It would be better if you joined me, Daemon.” You say as sensually as you can manage.

“I’m alright.” He says and walks out.

You’re upset by the rejection and you get out of the bath, wrapping a towel around you so you can follow him. He begins to undress in his walk-in closet.

“Perhaps I can help you relax.” You say softly and drop to your knees in front of him.

Your towel falls in a heap around your hips as you use your hands to unbuckle his belt. He looks disinterested as you take his cock out from his trousers and he doesn’t even say a word as you take him in your mouth. You feel feverish as you suck him off, trying to pull a reaction out of him. He stays looking bored as you work his cock vigorously. When he grabs you by the back of your hair, you feel hopeful, thinking he is going to take control but he doesn’t. He yanks your head off him so roughly that you fall to your bum.

“Gods, it’s like you’re trying to suck the skin off my cock.” He rolls his eyes and zips his pants back up, deciding to just keep his work trousers on. He leaves you in the closet and walks downstairs. You follow him like a hopeless little puppy.

“Why don’t you want me anymore?” You ask angrily as he sits in his armchair with his book, his reading glasses just put on. He sighs.

“If you would like a quick fuck, baby, then go ask Jake.”

So he is upset about that. You think to yourself.

“So you’re threatened by a teenage boy?” You scoff at him.

“Don’t act so high and mighty when less than two minutes ago, you were on your knees and begging for my cock.” He says in that same unconcerned tone.

“I-I was hardly begging.” You protest weakly because you know how true his words are.

“Why would I want such a silly little slut anyhow? Who knows what you got fucking all those other boys. Tell me, did you let Jake hit it raw?” He says so cruelly that tears spring to your eyes. You rush out of the room and up the stairs.

“Fuck.” He murmurs, knowing he went too far.

He rubs his temples, hearing the quiet sobs coming from your bedroom. Your stepfather knows he should treat you more gently. He gives you a minute to yourself before walking up the stairs and knocking.

“What?” You ask abrasively as he walks in.

“I apologize for what I said. You’re no slut and you can fuck who you please.” His jaw clenches at the last sentence. He clearly doesn’t want you fucking other people.

“I don’t want to fuck anyone else and you ignore me so often. How would I even know if you like me?” You sniffle.

He comes and sits beside you. “Oh baby, of course I like you.” He runs his fingers through your hair. “I didn’t mean to neglect my little girl.”

He takes the towel that is wrapped around you like a safety blanket and pulls it away. You immediately try to grab it back but he doesn’t let you. He then pulls you to your feet.

“No, let me look at you.” He doesn’t just look though. No, he touches you as well. Daemon’s hands trace down your sides and over your breasts, between your thighs. “Such a sweet thing. I want you to be only for me. Do you understand?” You nod timidly. “And I’ll be only for you.” You look pleased at this but also a little in dream land as he drops to his knees.

Daemon hooks an arm around your left thigh and spreads your legs a little so he can begin to eat you out. He goes very slowly, giving very much attention to everywhere but your pearl and you have to hold onto his hair to anchor yourself. You grind against his face a little to try and get the attention onto your pearl. He chuckles from between your thighs and begins to suck right where you want him to.

“Ah ah…” You let out quiet little moans and he rubs up and down your thigh for comfort.

You tug on his hair harder now as he uses his tongue to try and coax your peak out of you. He works his mouth a little faster now, knowing how close you are. You can feel it building more, and more… until you fall over the edge, your legs trembling as the high washes over you. He moves his tongue slowly now, so he can help you come down off it peacefully.

“Good girl.” He says as he parts his mouth from your folds, his lips shining with your wetness. “That silly boy never made you feel so good, did he?” You flush in a way that he wasn’t expecting, like you’re hiding something. “What is it, princess? Did he not make you cum?” He asks, still on his knees for you so he can press fluttering kisses to your abdomen.

“I um… we didn’t.” You start.

“Oh honey, did he even touch you? Did you let him take those pretty panties off?” He only has to look at your face to know the answer. “Then what were those sounds coming from your room?”

“I grinded on him a bit.” You say softly.

“Did you make the poor boy cum in his boxers?” He asks with a chuckle as he stands, causing you to look up at him.

You nod.

“I hardly believe a little dry humping was making you moan like that.” He says.

“I might have exaggerated so you’d hear.” You say bashfully.

“I thought so. You did all that to get daddy’s attention? Seven hells, baby, you need to learn to just ask.” He says as he holds your chin and runs a finger over your lips.

“Okay.” You say submissively.

“Who knew such an innocent looking thing would need to be fucked so badly.” He murmurs. “Go lay on my bed and wait for me.” He says and you quickly scurry off to his room.

He makes you wait for a while, grabbing some nice ribbon that would be strong enough to restrain you. When he enters his room, you’re lying on your tummy, clutching a pillow.

“On your back, hands above your head.” He commands and you listen carefully and obey.

He then brings out the ribbon to tie your wrists together and to the headboard. “Does that hurt?”

“No.” You say as you shake your head.

He hmms in approval and parts your thighs again so he can eat you once more. You’re surprised by this, not sure how much he thinks you can take.

Once Daemon gets a second orgasm out of you, he strips down himself.

“I just… need a moment.” You say, all dazed but he puts a hand to your folds and begins to rub slowly.

“No.” He says a little coldly. “You don’t get a moment.”

You try to pull your hips away as he rubs his tip against your pearl but no amount of squirming can keep him from you.

“Daddy…” you whimper out, not knowing really if it’s a plea for more or a plea for him to stop. You can’t form the thoughts to actually care either way.

“Shhh, little girl. I know what you need.” He slips himself inside of you and you’re so slick that it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it usually does. You just feel a dull sort of ache as you take him in.

He cants his hips against yours again and again, the gentle thrusts stirring something up in your tummy. He leaves your pearl alone now but it doesn’t stop the sensation, like a coil winding up in your tummy. You’ve never considered that you could peak from penetration alone but as he lazily moves his cock in and out of you, you know that it’ll be the case today. Daemon looks surprised as well as he sees that glaze in your eyes you get when you’re close. He stopped the stimulation to draw out your pleasure but realizes that it’s likely that the smallest touches from him right now would cause you to peak.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” He asks you gently.

You just gaze up at him dreamily in response. He then feels you clench around him, watches your face screw up a bit as you squirm again. He knows he should probably stop, he could just pump himself and finish on your tummy, but he doesn’t. He keeps thrusting into you, fucking you through the high and then some. The overstimulation has you tugging on the ribbons that hold you.

“Just a little longer.” He says to assure you.

“It’s too much…” You mewl out.

He keeps his steady thrusts and you feel yourself slipping away, the touch on your pearl not even bringing you back to reality. He cums inside you and the gooey warm feeling makes you peak a fourth time but your drowsiness has your eyes feeling heavy.

“Oh, baby.” He coos out as you fall into sleep.

You don’t feel what happens next, how he unties you or wipes you down gently with a cloth. He lets you sleep for a half hour before waking you up with light strokes to your hair.

“How do you feel?” He asks as your vision unblurs.

“Tired.” You say.

“You just woke up.” He says with a light, breathy chuckle. “My sleeping beauty.”

“Lay with me for a while longer?” You ask but it’s not really a question.

Daemon could never deny you when you’re like this so he gets under the warm, fluffy covers with you. You cling to him like a koala, resting your head on his chest so you can hear him breathe. You both are more than content to lay like this. You want to absorb into him but for now you can settle on feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

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[sweetestpopcorn]

I think that Daemon will be an overprotective dad when it comes to Baela, Rhaena, and Visenya courting.

He's not Daddy D for nothing 😏 plus he knows the type of man his daughters should avoid -> men like him 😂

#the blacks & the greens #asoiaf daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #daddy daemon #the ultimate daddy #the daughters of the rogue prince #dance of the dragons au

[ysannetaylor]

🔥 Daemon Targaryen the Rogue Prince 🔥 I'm missing Sunday nights with #HouseOfTheDragonHBO so had to draw the incomparable #MattSmith and #Caraxes ✍️ - @ysann3 / Ysanne Taylor

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#DaemonTargaryen #GOT #HOTD #MattSmith #daddy daemon #targaryen #rhaeynra targaryen #daenyra #the rogue prince #game of thrones #house of the dragon #procreate #fan art #digital art #illustration #artists on tumblr #artwork #daemyra

[uchiha-no-hime]

I knew my love for Daemyra was sincere and absolute when I tried to read a DaemonxOC and I couldn't continue because I was uncomfortable reading Daemon with someone other than Rhaenyra.

I had never experienced this before with another couple.

In my heart there is only room for Daemon WITH Rhaenyra, any other is sacrilegious

Daemyra supremacy

#asoiaf #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #daemyra love #daemyra meant to be #daemyra supremacy #daemyra soul bound #daemon and rhaenyra #daemon and rhaenyra are soulmates #other marriages? what marriages #rhaenyra support #daemon loved rhaenyra and their family more than anything #rhaenyra x daemon #queen rhaenyra #daddy daemon

[colorfulsmayles24]

This episode reaffirmed Daemon as a worthy baby daddy and that is all I will say about it.

#house of the dragon #daddy daemon #i said what I said #daemon targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #daenyra

[naelys-the-aster]

Jorrāelagon Zālagon Chapter One

Niece to Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, and cousin to Lady Alicent Hightower, you become ensnared in the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen. After hearing of a sensitive marriage arrangement, you learn the prince is running out of time... and options.

Word Count: 3,291K

A/N: pardon the spelling erros im posting this before going to work lol.

He was known as the Prince of Flea bottom, giving his frequency to the slums of Kings Landing a bold reputation, that everyone knew of. Daemon Targaryen, brother of the king and protector of the realm Viserys Targaryen.

 Yes, a man who has been given chance after chance at redemption by so many more than he could count. Shaming his family with whoring, drinking, and other debaucheries that would rather be unspoken, this was a man whom you at first feared. You had exchanged glances and small words around the castle with the prince in the past. With time you learned that the prince was not volatile or aggressive as many have described, at least he hadn’t been with you. Both of you became somewhat acquainted outside the court, you had even given him your favor at a tourney a few weeks prior, rewarding you a quick smile which flashed only for a second from the proud man.

Eventually subtle gestures came from both parties, small gazes caught from across the halls, eyes watching each other while in conversation with another, A smile followed by a nod, small acts of chivalry, holding doors for you, asking for your favor on occasion, small talk when your uncle would bring you to royal dinners and hunts. As the familiarity with your close- even best friend- Rhaenrya and her family became accustomed to you, so did the Rogue Prince.

It was even on occasion he would gesture to you to follow him for quiet stroll through the many gardens of the keep, discussing matters of gossip and opinion, of which you learned the prince has a special humor about him, and this is what assured you that you could not possibly be on his bad side.

He was such a mystery to you, a man who treats you with chivalrous intent, but then is the man accused of bedding most of the brothel women in Kings Landing and killing men with ease. It was conflicting to understand if he was an acquaintance, a danger, or a superior at times.

But now you stood next to Lady Alicent Hightower and her father, the hand of the king, and your uncle, Lord Otto Hightower. It was early, and dawn was peeking through the intricate windows of the throne room. This meeting was called out of nowhere but seemed your Uncle Otto nothing of a surprise. You remained silent waiting for whom ever would walk through the door of the keep into the throne room. Whom ever it was... the king was not happy.

You could hear him, you could tell his foot falls, from a distance you could hear him muttering curses mixed with Valyrian under his breath, the voice Daemon Targaryen rang in your ear. The Prince of Flea Bottom.. the Rogue Prince as many others referred to him, but never had you experience the reckless and dangerous side of the prince. You were learning, chaperoned by your cousin Alicent, whom did not at all favor the white-haired prince.

The creaking of the heavy doors closing snapped you from your thoughts. You perked your head up to see him. Disheveled, his long hair knotted, his white shirt torn and stained with dirt. It was clear that he hadn’t been brought here upon his own free will.

He stood with his arms out, slowly walking his way down the aisle to face the iron throne.

“Now, now brother, what have I done to disappoint?” His voice rang mockingly, and the king could obviously tell this was a game to his younger brother.

You held your breath, Daemon’s voice was surly, tickling the ears of those who listened, as if he hasn’t been called into be reprimanded. The king’s eyes fell very serious, though he slouched his shoulders heavily and shook his head.

“What is this madness I am to hear about you Daemon?” The king’s voice echoed behind his own words, filling the vast room for all to hear. Viserys stood holding his sword in front of himself, letting the tip rest on the cement, reminiscent of a cane.

Daemon looked down and smiled, shaking his head, “I do not know to what trouble you refer, your grace”.

Viserys snapped, “Three fires! Three fires set in the slums with many atrocious accounts of you being at the presence of each one! Killing over 300 civilians, for seven sakes!”

Your eyes widened with shock, could it have been Daemon that started those fires?

There was gossip about it all around by now it if had gotten to the king so quickly, but surely you had not expected a line of royal blood to commit such crimes.

Mutters and Mumbles of the maidens and lads of the audience quieted the room as fast as they filled it.

 Alicent looked as if she were to be sick and grabbed your hand. Inside you prayed that Rhaenrya would be on dragon back a few hours longer, as not to witness this.

“I do not understand this accusation, brother, who speaks these rumors?” Daemon crossed his arms and raised his brow, his voice filled with curiosity and a twinge of anger…maybe annoyance? You pursed your lips; you had seen executions performed…carried out for the slightest of things. Suddenly you found yourself in a position of fear for the young prince.

Otto Hightower quickly stepped forward drawing all eyes of the court to him, “The crown has it’s reliable informants, and this one in particular has always been forthright and precise.”

Daemon laughed and Viserys gaze hardened as Daemon spoke, “My dear brother, If I were to burn down anything, knowing Caraxes..it would be far more than 3 buildings and many more than 300.. you listen to a person with no credibility to such allegations- So what have you? Have me killed over gossip from the same peasants that tell tales of living in the eye of a giant, of grumpkins, snarks, and ghouls.” There was a long pause, and your hand was gripping Alicent’s.. rather tightly, and to this she took notice, giving you a questionable stare. You looked down and only listened.

The king sighed heavily, turning his back on his little brother and taking his place among the iron throne.

His voice boomed loudly, “Leave Us, All! I wish to discuss my brother’s punishment alone!”

With that, in an instant people began clearing out into the hall. The masses moved like a river to the sea, in that current of calamity you lost Alicent... you waivered in balance as you made your way across the moving masses of people. Maybe if you could just wait until most of the people are through the threshold, then it would be easy to navigate your way back to your cousin. People bumping into you, knocking you off balance, all because the king was so furious with his heir. Quickly you grabbed the rounded stone pillar and kept behind. You can just follow the end of the crowd through the doors easily- or that is what you hoped.

You couldn’t recall in that moment if you had waited behind the massive stone pillar too long or if curiosity had grabbed whole of yourself. It was when you heard the large doors shut behind you, you snapped your neck to look over your shoulder to see the guards had also exited the Throne room and it was only Viserys, Daemon, and... you.

This situation had become real, if you were to be caught here, eavesdropping on sensitive information- well it could possibly be a death sentence, and you silently curse yourself, how could you be so reckless? So stupid to do something this dangerous over a curiosity! Carefully you crouched down out of view and did what you came to do, you listened closely.

“Daemon-“

“You actually believe that I burned down those buildings, brother?” Daemon’s voice held great offense.  The weary king sigh loudly and peaked around to see him holding a hand to his brow in frustration.

“I- I want no more of this foolishness, No more of these unbecoming behaviors in Flea bottom, you are a representation of what could be the greatest dynasty since Old Valyria,”

“Yes my –“ Viserys continued, not paying mind to Daemon’s words.

“It is time for you to marry, maybe a wife and child will calm you and your mischievous habits. You are you marry in the fortnight”

Though his back was facing you, you sensed dismay in the prince as his hands fell to his side.

“Let me guess, you’ve chosen a Velaryon I can bed with a child, to keep the bloodlines of the dragon and the sea snake intertwined?”

He sounded so.. upset by marriage? Death is surely more permanent. You felt you face twist in confusion.

Viserys laughed loudly, “You think the Velaryons want their daughter wed to a man who spends more time in brothels, than at council meetings?” With the sarcasms came a silence from Daemon, who obviously is opposed to the proposal indefinitely, his words must’ve caught in his throat.

 He probably was thinking of how he could scheme his way out of this.

He could run, got to Braavos or Pentos, travel the red waste, he could exile himself, he could kill Otto Hightower and every little rat spy he commands… But- the king, of course, would not allow this, his word was law. It felt like a lifetime since you had taken your eyes off the defeated prince and the righteous king, it actually hurt to blink, your eyes they were so dry. Seconds felt like minutes that turned to hours before Daemon finally spoke up,

“Who is my betrothed?” a flat plain tone felt from his lips, and this was anything but a stark contrast in your heart racing and sweaty palms. The gossip was just as juicy as when the ladies gossiped at Rhaenrya’s name day feast, and this was the peak of it. Heart pounding, blood pulsing through your head, you could feel your heart the beating drum that thundered into your core.

And the king spoke.

 “You chose brother, but if you have not made a choice by a months’ time, you are to wed Lady Rhea Royce heir to the Rune Stone and Lady of the Vale. This matter is finished.”

Silence was all that you could process, your small hands place in front of you as you crouched to the stone floor and leaned over to peer at the two royalties ahead. Daemons hands were bawled into tight fists and his eyes had been locked on the ground before him.

“Go, find a woman of honor to wed, and be done with your foolish games.” Viserys spoke turning from the angered prince and letting his footsteps echo behind him as made his was in your direction. You pulled your body behind the large marble pillar and hitched your breath in your throat as the king passed briskly flinging open the doors.

Nothing but the echo of the large wooden doors shutting could be heard. You again craned your neck from behind your cover peeking around again to see Daemon was still in his place, his eyes still glued to the floor, and his fists bawled even more tightly. He turned swiftly and you froze in shock. His ice lavender eyes cut through your golden orbs immediately. You let out a quick gasped and hid once more... though it was of no use, the Rogue Prince had already seen you were here.

His footsteps were loud..but slow, as if he wanted you to know that he had seen you, or known you were there the whole time…and that you had heard the conversation, that not even the kings closest protector did not even hear. So, you hugged your knees to your chest.

‘This is bad, this is bad, this is bad’ reality was beginning to collapse, this was bad, eaves dropping on such a matter was punishable… and the lords know what punishment could be fall you, your uncle, your cousin. Hot tears pricking at your eyes, one tear falling for each echoing footstep of the Prince. You had never been in any trouble of this kind, your uncle would be furious to find out his niece was partaking in actions that could be spun as treason.  You buried your head in your knees and began to tremble. The prince’s brutality and wrath was widely known, and for listening into a private matter... what horrible thing would he do to keep you quiet.

‘Father I’m sorry, Alicent I’m sorry, Uncle Otto I’m sorry, Rhaenrya I’m so sorry-‘

“Come, my dear.” his smooth voice cut through your frantic thoughts causing you to lift your gaze to stare upon him. It had been a while since he addressed you as My dear. It was soothing but frightening to be addressed as such especially in this situation.

He stood over you like a giant, his shadow enveloping your small form. Though his face held no anger, his presence was overwhelmingly authoritative.  The tears fell from your cheeks as you expected him punish you on the spot.

“Don’t cry, my dear.” Daemon purred as held out his hand so you may pull yourself off the floor. Rattled by this unexpected show of…well, nonaggression you shakily took his hand, and he lifted you from the cold stone floor on to your feet.

Your eyes, glassy with tears met with Daemon’s and you began to stutter out an apology “M-My Prince I- I-“

“Hush, let us get you back to your lady cousin.” His voice was calm, quiet almost... as if he had not just been publicly humiliated by an audience. The corner of his lips were turned in a slight upward smile as he began to walk, still holding your small delicate hand in his, forcing you to follow. Maybe he enjoyed the attention.

“I’m sorry my Prince.” you blurted out as he opened the doors. Though your apology had no recognition, but instead a reply you didn’t expect.

“I’m sure it was somewhat entertaining for you, I would have done the same.” He let go of your hand resting the behind his back as both of you walked down the halls approaching the garden of the Godswood.

“I will not speak of what I heard.” You say looking down, you could not tell if he was upset.. he just seemed…tense.  Daemon had a way of showing authority but also concealing emotion along with it.

“Usually men are put to death for crimes I have been accused, but instead I am committed to a life sentence.” This was strange, you alone with the Prince, strolling about the garden covered with the crimson maple leaves that had fallen as if it was just another morning.

“You believe marriage is worse than death?” You asked a look of confusion consuming your expression before you could possibly reel yourself back. Daemon laughed as he approached the large Maple tree.

He leaned on the tree’s large trunk and crossed his arms over his chest directing his eyes at you. “Depending on whom I wed, yes, death would be the equivalent, but my brother rather have me wed to the fairest of maiden, rather than fuck about Flee Bottom.”

You took a seat next to him as he stood once again beside you, towering almost. His language caught you off guard every time you found yourself around Daemon, Alicent had never used such profanity, nor had your Uncle Otto, it was like an entirely new language to you. You crossed your legs and let your hands fall into your lap.

“You will find you betrothed soon.” you smiled looking up at the white-haired man, but he scoffed a smirk plastered on his face.

“There is no one in these seven kingdoms I could think of, the bronze bitch of Runestone will be overjoyed, I’m sure of it.” His voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushed himself off the trunk of the tree.

“You do not intent to find a wife?” Your voice carried concern, Daemon let out a long sigh and uncrossed his arms. “Marriage is but a political arrangement, nothing more.” You felt your shoulders slouch and the thoughts of whom you would be betrothed to started to seep from the corners of your mind.

“So even if you wed..will you not be faithful to you beloved?” You covered your mouth quickly, wishing you could somehow suck the words back into your mind. Daemon looked down at you from where he stood… he was deep in thought. But it would be his answer that would ultimately disappoint you.

“I will fuck whom ever I please. Wed or not.”

So, he wasn’t a faithful man, for some reason- not one you could pin point- you felt a great sadness. Did all men have such a crude viewpoint? You pursed your lips not knowing what to say until the words came out “Well my Prince, you have one month to choose, it seems to be you have a great choice to make as any woman would be honored to have you in their bed.” the sadness in your voice was easily disguised with a smile.

 Had what you just said to the prince been an outright lie?

 Probably.

Daemon brow quirked up as he spoke, “You think so?”

Maybe this was a moment in time that you should appreciate, the prince was speaking of private matters of the crown specifically with you… and all your mind could do in this moment was pass judgement, an unfair judgement at that. You stood up to face the prince as he made his way in front of you.

You shouldn’t be so critical, “Yes my prince, your wife will fawn over you as the maidens of the court do.”

Daemon giggled at your words. As if it was a punchline to a bad joke.

“ouch?”

“Yes I’m sure she will be honored to receive me,” he muttered stepping closer to you. H

esitantly you stepped back until you back hit the hard exterior of the gods wood.

But he did not stop, he came closer…and closer, so close you could faintly smell the scent of Pine, Sandalwood, and smoke on him.

Inside you were afraid but you didn’t know why. He wouldn’t put his hands on you…would he? Was this some false sense of security he lured you into, just to punish you with his own hands? No. Daemon leaned into you placing his arms on either side of your head locking you into direct eye contact with him. He leaned closer letting his breath tickle you ear.

“in my bed.” He whispered.

His light lavender eyes pierced through your widened orbs, seeing into your soul. You felt a shiver run down your body as he brought his hands to his sides. You didn’t know how to…. Well… act or even if you could stutter out a reply. Before you could Daemon grabbed your hand gently pulling you forward away from the tree.

“I will accompany you to your chambers my lady, Lady Alicent should be awaiting you, and of course I do expect you to keep today our little secret, yes?”

Nervous, that’s the word that would describe how you felt. This felt like you had somehow made a deal with the devil…but there was no devil, just Daemon.

“Y-yes my prince-” you stuttered as you nodded your head repeatedly.

He brought his finger to your lips to hush you,“Daemon, my lady.”

 You felt your eyes widen and you nodded.

 You would not dare tell a soul, it would compromise your high standing position in the court as well as Daemon’s…and this he knew.

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Daemon Targaryen Headcanons

A/N: Send help a blonde baddie has bewitched me body and soul 😩 pls enjoy 🥰

Warnings: softness, kisses, playing with hair, discussions of orgasms, sex positions, teasing, dick size, and threesomes. Nothing graphic tho, just general descriptions that could apply to any sex reader. 

SFW

At the start of the relationship I could see him being sort of quiet and kind of stand-offish honestly; he wants to be good for you, take care of you, and make you happy, but vulnerability and caring about someone is new to him and he doesn't want to ruin it.

He would also get in his head about things quite easily at first. Like he might freeze up when you brush your hand against his while you’re walking together, but if you actually take his hand in yours he's overjoyed. Basically, at first, he needs you to be in charge and show him how to love you. 🥺

He struggles to fall asleep a lot, he tosses and turns and ‘hmph’s and worries about Viserys, and about your shared future, about Caraxes in-grown toenail, about a little of everything. But when you start sharing his bed with him, he finds that sleep comes easier. You’re warm and soft and so soft with him and he feels that he can finally rest when he’s in your arms. 

On slow mornings, he loves waking up to you running your hands through his hair. The motion is so soothing to him and it puts him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

I think his love language is probably either words of affirmation or acts of service. Like if you tell him how much he means to you or do something for him like have his sword cleaned or wash his hair for him-it just makes him melt💘

He likes to feed you; doesn't matter what or where, he likes feeling your lips around his fingers.

If you come to him when you're sad or upset, his first instinct is to punish whoever made you feel that way, and while you're thankful he's so willing to fight for you, you might have to tell him you'd rather him just hold you for a while.

I feel like he might be kind of awkward or nervous at first when it comes to intimate touch that is not sexual  (playing with his hands, combing through his hair, rubbing his shoulders, etc) I feel like he's just not used to someone wanting to make him feel loved for no other reason than they love him. 

If you two take a jaunt on dragon back and have a picnic somewhere without any witnesses... Daemon will braid your hair and sing to you in High Valyrian 🥺

He would, of course, introduce you to his bestie Caraxes and gingerly guide you to place your palm on his snout. When the dragon learns your scent and gets excited when you're near, Daemon thinks his heart could burst.

Once you acquire your own dragon tho, Caraxes is enamored with them. He sings the dragon love song and thumps his tail and nuzzles his face underneath your dragon's chin and the two become fast lovers.

Daemon is also kind of a nerd!! if he's not riding Caraxes or practicing with Dark Sister, he's in the library pouring over the histories of Old Valyria and his ancestors. He can tell you the lineage of his sword and the deeds of every king to have claimed the Iron Throne before his brother. He also gets super excited about new dragon eggs!! He’ll spend the whole day venturing through Dragonmount and when he retrieves the eggs, Daemon will bring them home to you, his face all dirty and sweaty and disgusting, but he's beaming and so excited that you just can’t say no to helping him clean the eggs off.....yay 😅

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I think the first few times you have sex, Daemon is very quiet, obedient, and soft. He knows what he’s doing and he knows what he wants to do, but you’re not like any of his lovers before. He doesn’t want to scare you or do something you don’t like, so he would rather just let you lead until he learns your body and what you like. 

He can actually be very sweet and tender during sex. If he’s feeling sweet, his preferred position is missionary with hand holding and eye contact. He also likes holding your face with both hands when you're riding him and kissing all over your legs and stomach before he gives you oral.  As much as he wants people to think he’s a fuckboy, he can’t cum unless he feels that emotional element as well as the raw attraction.

Hate to say it but Daemon's BDE is more than valid 👀 The first time you had sex it took a few tries and some extra lube to fit him all the way in 😩

With that in mind, if you tell him you want him to be rough, he can do that too. (doggy with hair pulling is his favorite). He's incredible at building your tension up, teasing you just enough to keep you there until he’s ready, and then pushing you over the edge to get you to explode for him 🥵

He makes your body tremble, vision turn to black, ears ring, and your hands claw at his back when he gives you an orgasm. He’s not satisfied unless he knows he’s made you cum as well. 

He is also down to try p much anything sex wise. He likes to try new things every time, but of course, will make sure you're into it too before he does. If you tell him a long kept fantasy of yours, or tell him you have an idea you want to try, he's immediately down, yes, let's do it, where's the nearest couch, bed, or closet 😏😏

Daemon is either very into a threesome or either very not into a threesome. The only reason he'd say no is because he's so possessive and he couldn't stand to see anyone else touch you the way he does.

He also likes teasing you when he's bored at small council meetings. He'll lean over to you and whisper in your ear something about how he can't stop thinking about how good you taste and tuck a little peck just under your ear and you’ll have to sit there and try not to blush. 

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