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venusbyline · 2 months ago

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Sleep ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 26, oct.

(late post) Prequel of Nine Moons

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader

— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: creampie

— summary: Jacaerys was determined to make you his wife, forcing his mother to marry him to you, even against her will. Or against your will too.

— word count: 1.3k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 26th day, female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, creampie, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister), dubcon somnophilia, rape/non-con, vaginal sex, breast worship, butt worship, breeding kink, degradation, praise kink, corruption kink, loss of virginity, blood licking, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, dacryphilia, crying, watersports, doggy style position, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, Referenced Targaryen/Velaryon Incest (cousins), implied/referenced cheating, underage sex, ambiguous/open ending, non-consensual drug use (herbal tea), drugged sex, forced orgasm, forced pregnancy, marriage of convenience mentioned, butt slapping, biting, hair-pulling, manipulation, sexism, possessive behavior, implied breastfeeding kink, implied lactation kink, implied pregnancy kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, dark content, sadism, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole @badger-reads @dearjardim

— crossposting: AO3

— high valyrian words used: Idaña (twin), Hāedar (younger sister), Lēkia (older brother), Muña (mother).

Jacaerys was fed up with his mother's stubborn and boring behavior. Rhaenyra's refusal to break off his betrothal with Baela and refusing to let him marry you, his twin sister, was only making the fucking war even more stressful. As if the death of his little brother Lucerys was not enough, Jace still had to deal with Baela's constant interference against his angry thoughts and the fact that she did not understand why he hated these stupid Dragonseeds so much. It was easy for someone who was children of a Targaryen King Consort and a Velaryon princess to say he was being too arrogant or spoiled.

Either way, Jacaerys did not want a damn betrothed who was barely fit to support him during the outbursts. Even though she was extremely delightful and an excellent warrior, Jacaerys needed more. He needed a caring wife. And he knew you could play the role very well.

His anger towards Rhaenyra and Daemon was growing, to the point where he sometimes wished that his mother would actually recover her rightfully Iron Throne, but only because then he could rule the Seven Kingdoms soon.

He asked and even begged his mother to change the betrothal, explaining that the bond between the two of you had grown since Luke's murder and he needed you. Unfortunately, Rhaenyra remained a woman of her word, refusing to change the agreement.

Perhaps it was really a spoiled and cruel attitude on Jace's part, but he was determined to make you his wife, forcing his mother to marry him to you, even against her will. Or against your will too.

"Idaña, please..." Your whimper sounded too loud for both of your own good and Jacaerys whispered for you to moan lower, his large hand went straight to your mouth, sticking his index, middle and ring finger there to muffle the sounds that followed as he continued to slowly move his hips back and forth.

Each time he took himself out and put it back in, Jacaerys enjoyed the sight of his cock wet with your juices and also the blood of your innocence, as well as the sight of your voluptuous ass shaking when he fucked you a little rougher than before. He was trying his best to be careful with you, taking advantage of your drowsy dubious consent. Of course he did not want to hurt or scare his little twin sister in any way. He just wanted to left you filled with his seed, making your future heir growing in that soft womb.

"Shhh, Hāedar... You do not want to wake up our mommy, do you?" Jace murmured, pressing his bare sweaty chest against your white satin nightgown-covered back. He really wanted to rip that stupid fabric off and fuck his sister until you barely remember your own name. Until you beg for his cock. Until you were practically brainless. "Mother does not want me to marry you. But you want to marry me, do not you want to, my dear?"

Jace's question made you moan incoherent words around his hand, impossible for him to understand anything, so he took his three fingers out of your lips, wet with your spit and stuck them in your head, pulling your dark wavy hair just like his, despite the difference from length. You were like a reflection of him. The hair, the eyes, the nose... You were like a pure and innocent version of Jacaerys, the version he could never be. You were a true pure soul. You were everything he should have been and he was everything you could become.

He fucked you deeper, slapping your buttocks hard and making you scream softly, while he took the opportunity to pull your hair back, leaving your neck exposed to nibble and kiss. "Answer me, little sister. Do you want to marry me? Do you want to carry the future King or Queen of the Iron Throne inside your belly? Do you want me to turn you into a Muña?"

Perhaps it was your still slightly asleep state, perhaps it was how his cock was fucking you too fast and brutally for your virgin cunt to handle, or perhaps it was the special herbs that Jacaerys had put in your drink during dinner... But you just could not say no to him. You did not even want to say no. All that was going through yourself mind was that Jacaerys needed to keep doing what he was doing, even if it hurt so bad.

"Do you want me to breed you, sister? Beautiful little dark-haired babies sucking milk from your breasts while I sit on the Throne?" His question did not get a verbal response, however, Jace understand it as agreement due to the way your walls tightened around his member. "That is, that is my fucking good little girl... So innocent and obedient." Jace growled between moans, taking his hand out of your head and moving it to the softness of your clothed breast, squeezing roughly over the fabric. "You are taking me so well, Idaña. You are going to look so beautiful pregnant with our children. I am going to fuck my seed into you every year, I will never get tired of that warm and tight little cunt..."

You cried out and felt a sequence of slaps on your ass again, noises so loud that the entire castle was probably already hearing you two. "Lēkia... S-stop... I need to pee!" You suddenly screamed groggily when you felt your lower belly start to ache. You hoped Jacaerys would stop what he was doing and release you, but all he did was chuckle mockingly and grip your hips tighter. "PLEASE, JACE! Brother, please... I really need to pee right now!"

Even though you could not see Jacaerys' face because he was fucking you from behind, but you felt his breath in your ear, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe before he purred. "Then do it." He teased hornily. "I am your twin and some minutes older than you. Also, I am the one who will be the future King, so I am ordering you to do it."

Your eyes widened, coming out a little of your sudden trance and drowsy state when Jace continued holding your hip with one arm, but brought the other to your belly, pressing hard on the place where your bladder was. Tears began to fall desperately from your face and you struggled under your twin brother body, the hot liquid wetting the sheets and both of your legs and the Jace's too. "Well... I thought princesses and big girls did not piss on themselves. Now I guess I was wrong, you are a cute bedwetter, my dear. That was so horny."

The mockery turn everything more shameful and you sobbed, just crying when your cunt began to spasm intensely until you came, a clearer liquid splashing out before you fell face down on the pillow completely, your consciousness fading for a while after the orgasm and something else.

You did not know how long you were unconscious. Probably just for five or ten minutes. When your eyes opened with difficulty, you were still breathing heavily, your face pressed into your soft pillow, hearing Jacaerys growl and feeling him pull his cock out of you after his release, spreading your buttocks to enjoy the view of your bruised ass and reddish and sore cunt, full of cum and drops of your blood and wet with your own pee and your sudden squirt.

"Both of us will hope my seed catches as soon as possible. Right, Hāedar?"

You sniffled and nodded, not protesting when Jace pushed his finger into your sensitive hole and brought it to your lips, forcing you to lick up the disgusting mixture as he smirked, stroking your dark hair too. "My dear little sister. My true future betrothed and wife. You will be such a good mother." He placed a kiss on your shoulder, caressing your sore ass and laying down next to you, ignoring your confused and sleepy cries. "Seven Hells, do not be pathetically dramatic. Just go back to sleep, dear sister. Go back to sleep and then we can rule Westeros together very soon, I promise this to you. Nothing will separate us, not even Mother, Daemon or Baela. Not even you."

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venusbyline · 21 days ago

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Jacaerys Velaryon — Nine Moons.

chapter one (next chapter)

— summary: After Lucerys' death and the arrival of the dragonseeds, Jacaerys no longer wants to be betrothed with Baela. He wants to marry his twin sister, even if it means going against Rhaenyra's decisions and sealing suffering in your life and his.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader

— type: smut, dark, sequel of Sleep (but can also be read as a standalone series)

— word count: 2.0k

— chapter's warnings: female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister), dubcon, referenced rape/non-con, referenced dubcon somnophilia, forced pregnancy, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, crying, dacryphilia, underage sex, curse words, pregnancy kink, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, referenced Targaryen/Velaryon Incest (cousins), minor Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen, marriage of convenience mentioned, manipulation, sexism, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, dark content, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: Nine Moons is a shortfic, sequel of the one shot Sleep, written for Kinktober. Both Nine Moons and Sleep can be read as standalone.

— author's notes²: Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings.

— high valyrian words used: Idaña (twin), Hāedar (younger sister), Lēkia (older brother).

— crossposting: AO3

"YOU DISHONORED HER!”

Rhaenyra's voice sounded deep and angry during the Council meeting, everyone lowering their heads as the Queen spoke, her hands rubbing her own face before pointing at her firstborn son, her index finger trembling as she tried to get air in her lungs to continue the sermon.

"You dishonored her, Jacaerys." She repeated, now with the voice a lower volume than before. "Not only have you tarnished her forever, but you have also sealed a fate in her life without my permission."

The Council members' gazes passed to you, your head bowed and tears flowing with a silent cry, and then shifted to Jacaerys, sitting in the chair next to you, his expression frighteningly serene for someone who had just been discovered.

It was not too difficult to know what had happened between the two of you. Not when your belly started to grow and become rounded.

The maids did not inform the Queen about the lack of blood on your sheets in those three moons, everyone was too focused on the progress of the Dance of the Dragons to try to think anything, but after Daemon's return to the castle, it became impossible to hide what had happened. Either way, Jacaerys had never tried to hide it. He was excited for when your family finally found out about the baby growing inside your belly. But during those entire three moons, Jace forced you to stay silent about all of that. It was a secret that you were obliged to keep for the own good of the three of you.

You had no one else to share your despair with during that first trimester. No one but Jace knew about the pregnancy, although your twin brother had doubts that Mysaria was many suspicious about it, even if you did not even leave your room when she was around.

"You fooled your family, the Council, the Kingdom. You shamed yourselves, you shamed me as your mother and as your queen..." Rhaenyra continued, looking at the two of you with disappointment. "Both of you acted behind my back, always lying and plotting in favor of a sick feeling, always obsessed about staying together at all costs and—"

It was Jacaerys's turn to finally interrupt her. "You are not the best person to talk about obsession and unhealthy feelings, Your Grace." The heir prince muttered mockingly, his gaze turning to Daemon in the corner of the room, his face serious and both hands pressed to the hilt of his sword as usual.

"Mind your tongue, Jacaerys." Daemon's voice sounded cold, his violet eyes looking at his stepson with contempt. "You were smart, I admit. However, your actions were so fucking impulsive. Taking your sister like that, getting her pregnant in secret. I can see it now... It was a plan so you could marry her, was not it? You think we will get you out of your marriage with my daughter Baela simply because you fucked a baby inside your twin's womb?"

Jacaerys swallowed hard, the entire Council filling with surprised whispers at the King Consort's words. Even Rhaenyra looked at Daemon with a bit of surprise, despite knowing that her uncle-husband was right. Jacaerys could not go unpunished for his impulsive decision. And not even you.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and turned to the Council, looking around before noticing Baela, standing like most of the other members. However, her face contained a hidden fury that Rhaenyra had not yet seen so clearly. She knew that the last decision would be in the hands of the princess, as she knew that it would be unfair for her to decide and impose anything on Baela after the humiliation she had just gone through.

"My betrothal with Prince Jacaerys remains."

Jacaerys burst angrily into his own chambers, his hands knocking down any object he saw in front of him, the face reddened and furious as he yelled. You were still at your brother's side, calmly closing the door and watching his outburst of fury while you tried to find something welcoming to say, even though your mind was a mess.

You did not want Jacaerys' children. You did not want to get pregnant. You did not want your brother's obsession with you. Everything was so creepy. However, you could not tell your mother about Jace's threats, about you being, in a way, forced into that situation. No one would believe you. And you needed Jacaerys to help you through that. You needed a light at the end of the tunnel, and Jacaerys was now truly the only person in your favor.

You could deal with his troubled mind if he helped you...

"And now? What are we going to do?" You asked with a trembling voice. No one would marry you after not only were you no longer a maiden, but you also had children with another man. You would be forced to watch Jacaerys marry Baela and have children with her. Legitimate children. Yours would just be a bastard... A bastard baby of the future king...

Perhaps Lord Cregan Stark would accept you as his betrothed... He was not very picky about his wives' chastity. And after all, at least you would have already proven your fertility. Perhaps that could be enough to make another deal with the Northmen.

Jacaerys turned back, his angry expression softening a little as he took a deep breath, his forehead still warm due the anger. "I do not know." He admitted it grudgingly. Daemon was right. He had been smart and stupidly impulsive at the same time.

Your brother sat on the bed, his hand covering his face while he tried to think of something, anything that seemed probably to get the two of you out of this situation. To free himself from the destiny his mother had set for him. He would rather die than not marry you.

"Come here." Jacaerys ordered, his tone softer regardless of the frustration still evident. As you walked over to sit next to him, he held you around the waist, placing your legs on either side of his thigh, making you sit down with a sigh, the underwear beneath your dress doing little to prevent the sharp friction that he had caused.

The tearful reactions followed you every time he touched you. You could not help but close your eyes and try to pull back on instinct, remembering how he fucked you in your sleep three moons ago, determined to take what he thought was rightfully his. Your body, your virginity, your purity. Trying to turn you into a wife, a mother. Fill your womb with his seed, with his heir...

Your reaction did not go unnoticed by him. "Do not back down from me again, Hãedar. You know how much I hate it when you do that." He fell silent after you keep refusing to look directly at him, your eyes now open and focused just on the mattress beneath both of you.

Jacaerys knew you well enough to know that you woul not look at him willingly. He sighed with irritation, his large hands wandering up your dress, moving the fabric up your thighs until your soft skin was gracing his view. "You know I only want the best for us, right? For me and you, for our baby..."

His sweet words made you feel sick. You did not want to be pregnant and you also did not want to subject your child to the situation that would happen soon. You had about six moons until the baby was born, however, you could not imagine how the situation could improve, not after Baela reaffirmed that she would go through with her betrothal with Jace.

"Do not you want to be a queen consort? To be my queen?" Jacaerys murmured in a husky but gentle voice, the sickly sweet tone waking you up from the noisy thoughts that filled your confused and worried mind. You did not even register that you were now lying on the bed with your legs open for him, your underwear lost on the floor and your dress lifted to expose your cunt to Jace as he settled his face in front of it.

You whined when his thumb traced circles on your swollen pearl, making you curse yourself in your own mind for feeling so wet and creamy in the face of such chaos. "B-But Baela... Mother wants her to be your queen consort, not me..."

Jacaerys rolled his eyes, applying a little more pressure to his finger, a loud moan echoing through the rooms as your clit ached. "That was not what I asked, Idaña." Jace mumbled without much patience, changing the rhythm and moving his thumb up and down. "I can feel your swollen little bud pulsing against my finger." The sudden teasing left your face all red and you tried to hide yourself in the pillow. "Oh, little sister... Do not be so shy. You are pregnant with my child, it is pretty normal to feel more horny during pregnancy."

You knew it was true, but that did not make the situation any better. Then, you tried hard to change the subject and ignore how your legs shook from those touches. You wondered if Baela had ever experienced that feeling with Jace, and for a brief moment you felt really jealous.

"You know I only want you now, little sister. That is all that matters, the current moment." Jace muttered suddenly and you whined again. It was almost as if he could read your mind. The twins thing, as Rhaenyra had said since you were born, watching you cuddle together since you were just babies.

However, the little boy who used to apply kisses to your little wounds to pretend that they would heal faster, now had made you pregnant against your own will and was eating out your cunt as if he were starving, desperate for licking the honey that dripped from your legs, like a bee being attracted.

Or perhaps you were the bee drawn to Jace's honeyed words, macabre promises disguised as the stickiest, tastiest candy in the world. "J-Jace..." Your hands grabbed his curly hair while you felt your release approaching, your mind wanting to push him away but your hips moving faster against his face, desperate every minute your her cunt rubbed and smeared your brother's mouth. "Lēkia, please... I do not.. I do not want this again..." You moaned with tears streaming down your face. "It feels so wrong but it feels so good too, I cannot take this..."

Jace smirked and chuckled, enjoying the whirlwind of conflicting tearful requests that escaped from your lips. Whining and begging to him stop, moaning and begging him to keep going... You were a crying confused mess, and Jace loved that. He loved how you tried to push his face away with your shaking hands and at the same time rubbed your wet core against his lips to cum faster.

It did not take long for you to reach your high, crying out and echoing through Jace's chambers as he remained licking you, lips closing around your pearl and sucking softly until you were squirting all over his face thanks to the overstimulation. Jacaerys finally stood up after you whimpered for him to stop. He knew he could not push you too much due to the pregnancy, so he just caressed your little round belly, giving it a gentle and fatherly kiss. "My heir..."

Jace sat in front of you, watching your shaking body and appreciating your tearful whimpers. He admired the sight of your legs spread and your sensitive cunt spasming slightly after your orgasm, completely wet.

"I promise I will get rid of Baela. I will not stay away from you two." Jacaerys murmured with a smile, caressing your pregnant belly and ignoring the way you cried, preferring to believe that you were crying out due the fear of losing him, and not because of the cruel situation he had forced you into.

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