#jace is jealous but not in the way you'd think

[wyrmwright]

midnight snack, late-night call

[eldrith]

Thinking about having to be a messenger with Jacaerys during the beginning of the war but traveling on foot instead of dragonback... experiencing the common people, traveling the King's Road with him <3

yes this. you'd be sent by Rhaenyra to treat with potential allies, but had to keep low profiles - no dragons, she'd insisted. maybe you go with him bc you have some kind of experience with common life - or you are a commoner, who she trusts enough to escort her beloved son and heir.

you'd quickly discover that traveling the kingsroad was dangerous, even with the sworn sword you'd been sent with; trauma bonding yay

thinking about hiding under cloaks w him, about how he'd get so jealous if any person tried to speak with you with more interest than you were comfortable with. showing him foods and ways of life he'd never known, or experiencing it together.

& traveling on foot means one thing: staying in inns. so obviously the only one bed trope. except Jace is too kind and proud, and actually will not share a bed with you, instead opting to sleep on a pile of your cloaks which doesn't help his feelings for you because now he's cuddling up with a cloak that smells like you

now all he can do is stare at you longingly when your back is to him

being mistaken for husband and wife often, but eventually letting it happen because it's easier to keep your covers that way (and who are you to correct someone if they think Jacaerys is your husband?)

Jace 100% teaches you to fight at some point. or gives you a knife. & then immediately has to take a walk alone in the woods when he first sees you wield it bc it is so excruciatingly hot to him and he needs to take a fucking moment

& you both realize at some point your feelings for each other, but you're stuck with each other for what could be months. lots of longing tbh... (unless you were betrothed/married & then you'd be constantly sneaking off and trying to find a moment away from the poor sworn sword who just needs to get the Prince and Princess there safe)

[ghcstpyre]

tom ludlow x f!reader x jack traven

cw: jealous!tom, rookie!reader, cis female reader, implied age gap, alcohol consumption, one sided pining (or is it? oooo), nicknames for reader (rookie, kid), slight horniness, SFW.

word count: 3.6k

anon: Do you take requests? If yes, may I request a jealous Tom Ludlow drabble?

a/n: thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind that I made this a crossover, I couldn't resist including the other LAPD dreamboat 🤤 I know next to nothing about the way american police systems work so sorry for any mistakes or inaccuracies!

Tom's eyes were glued to you as you chatted away with a young man at the bar, perched daintily atop one of the rickety looking barstools. He was vaguely aware that Captain Briggs to his right was talking to him, something about a lethal cocktail he tried in a seedy bar during his holiday to Europe, but only half of his attention was paid to his colleague.

The bar was fairly crowded with groups of friends engulfing the tables, playing pool and sitting at the bar. The dim lights washed the room in a warm glow, the sound of blues music and laughter filled the space between the bodies and the faint smell of cigarettes could be smelled lightly wafting in from the entrance whenever anyone left or entered.

A few of the officers were out to celebrate the birthday of one of the guys from the bomb squad - Jake or Jace or something like that. Tom never really went out of his way to get friendly with the adrenaline junkies. Since his already weary heart was torn in two by Wander, he hadn't gone out of his way to get friendly with anyone.

Briggs being one of the exceptions of course. The scrawny, smug asshole was the only thing that stood between him and a lifetime of hell behind bars after his blood-soaked hunt for the monster behind Washington’s murder. Turns out that glueing your life back together after it crumbled around you in rapid succession really puts a spin on how you feel about a guy.

The only other exception was you. You, with your sparkling eyes, perfect smile, sunny disposition and pure, uncorrupted sense of justice. 

When the Captain introduced you as Tom's new partner, he wasn't so sure. You were young, fresh from the academy with the same childlike wonder shining in your eyes that he had when he was a rookie himself. He was old and tired and quite frankly he didn't have the patience for training the newbie. But you'd very quickly exceeded his insultingly low expectations, and if Tom was completely honest with himself, the two of you actually made a good team.

You were competent in the field, able to hold your own but also smart enough to know when to seek assistance. You listened to him, but also questioned him when you thought it necessary. Easily the biggest bonus was the fact you didn't mind the piles of paperwork that came after a bust; more than once Tom had been more than happy to slip away to get some real work done while you buried your pretty face into those dreaded stacks of dead tree. You threw yourself into it, much like you did with everything else that came with the job. 

And yet, even after witnessing some of the horrors that came with being a detective, still you shone brightly like a beacon of innocence and hope amongst the jaded and corrupt.

That is why Tom Ludlow began to fall for you. And god he hoped that light didn't burn out like his had done all those years ago.

“...om? Tom? Oi, Ludlow!”

One of Briggs’ boney hands waved in front of Tom's face, drawing the detective's attention away from you. Tom took a sip of his drink - whiskey, neat since he didn't have to try and cover up the stench of booze for once - and turned his head to look at Briggs who looked less than impressed.

“You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?” Briggs deadpanned.

Tom scoffed. “Sure I did. Something about cocktails and your titillating discovery of European prostitutes?”

The captain rolled his beady eyes. “Ha ha. Y'know, I think I prefer Vodka-Tom. He might be a sad sack, but at least he doesn't think himself a comedian.”

Tom barked out a short laugh. “Unfortunately for me there ain't a single version of you I like, James.”

Briggs grinned and the two men clinked their glasses together, enjoying their little bubble of solitude tucked away on a table in the corner while the younger officers joined in with the joyous din of the bar. A small reprieve from his longing for your attention, albeit brief. The Captain eventually excused himself to use the restroom and although Tom had tried to force his gaze to wander over the groups of people scattered around the bar, it always eventually ended up landing on you again. 

The little black dress you wore flattered you in all the right places and the black heels on your feet sent a thrill through his body. Your hair fell over your shoulders, washed and blow-dried to perfection and when he caught the rouge on your lips he swore his heart skipped a beat. He'd only ever seen you during work hours with your hair nearly pulled back, bare faced and donning your uniform. Always professional, always put together.

Tonight he was seeing you in a whole new light. While he was only watching you from afar, Tom could tell that you were a little tipsy and all smiles for the man sat on the barstool next to you. He watched, his jaw clenched as you laughed at something the man said, twirling your straw around in your glass before bringing the thin tube of plastic to your plush red lips to take a sip of your drink.

Tom couldn't get a good look at the man, but he could see that he was tall, broad and sporting a buzzcut and a badge hooked to his belt. Part of the bomb squad, Tom deduced, if his stature was anything to go by. A puff of air left Tom in a quiet huff and he shifted in his seat, sipping from his drink again while he tried to get a better look at you and the man he’d already decided he didn't like.

The detective had only decided to show his face tonight because you'd mentioned you were going. He didn't know how you knew the birthday boy, but he'd be damned if he missed an opportunity to see you and spend time with you outside the precinct. Obviously he'd dragged Briggs along as his plus one; there was no way in hell he was suffering through any sort of bomb squad party without a friend there to kill time with.

Besides, it was an open invitation party which was as good an excuse as any to bump into you.

Mr Buzzcut eventually left to meander his way through the crowd over to the retro jukebox off to the side of the bar, leaving you sitting pretty on that shit barstool by yourself. Tom threw back the rest of his drink, wiped his mouth and decided to talk to you while Buzzcut wasn't hanging around.

As Tom weaved his way through the groups of drunken partygoers, he kept reminding himself that there was nothing wrong with an officer making conversation with his subordinate off duty. He might've been older than you - by quite the margin - but there was nothing out of the ordinary about two coworkers having a casual chat and a drink.

“Rookie.” Tom greeted you gruffly as he stepped up to the bar next to where you were perched.

You turned your head and looked up at him, still having to tilt your head up to meet his gaze despite being sat on a tall barstool. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you immediately sat up straighter upon realising who it was.

“Detective Ludlow! I didn't know you were here.” You half yelled, doing your best to be heard over the din of the bar and not slur your words at the same time. “If I had I would've found you sooner to say hello, Sir.”

Tom huffed in amusement and waved one of his large hands dismissively, his other arm resting atop the bar from his elbow. “Don't worry about it. And we're off duty, no need to be so formal, kid.”

You smiled and he noticed the way the tension in your shoulders began to unwind, no longer sitting straight as an arrow. “Alright then, Tom, what are you doing here?” You asked, angling your body to fully face him and cross one long leg over the other. It took all of Tom's strength to not follow the movement of your leg with his eyes. Hearing you call him by his name did things to him that certainly weren't appropriate for the relationship he had with you. “Didn't think you were that fond of the bomb squad.”

“Oh yeah? What gave it away?” He grinned, a curious eyebrow raised.

You tapped your index finger against your chin in mock thought and cocked your head to the side. “Hmm I don't know, maybe the constant grumbling whenever any of them enter our office? The sarcastic comments? The general hostility?” Your pretty face scrunched into a comical scowl and you puffed out your chest in an attempt to impersonate him. If it was anyone else Tom would tell them to fuck off, but coming from you it was just downright adorable.

The corners of Tom's brown eyes crinkled into crow’s feet  as he smiled and laughed, a deep baritone sound rumbling from his chest. He shifted his stance, inching a little closer to you and leaning his weight onto one hip. You could smell the notes of his cologne drifting towards you and maybe it was because you were a little drunk, but you couldn't help but notice how good he smelled – and how good he looked.

He wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans and a pair of brown ankle boots. But his t-shirt was tight enough that it stretched across his broad chest and strained around his thick biceps. The heavy silver buckle on his belt did things to your insides (you'd already seen the way Tom could handle a belt once before and the fire it lit beneath your skin had you wanting to see him do it again) and his denim jeans hugged his long legs in all the right places. The Cuban-esque heels on his boots were the cherry on the cake; he looked absolutely delicious.

You were definitely drunk, you told yourself, because you found yourself wanting to get closer to Tom so you could get a whiff of that cologne at least once more. After sucking up the last of your drink through the straw in your glass you hopped down off the rickety barstool to stand next to Tom.

As your heels touched the wooden floorboards you wobbled drunkenly and stumbled forward, right into Tom. He seemed to anticipate it however, and reacted quick enough to catch you before you face planted right into his chest – not that he would've minded it if you had done. The arm that wasn't resting on the bar wrapped around your waist to hold you firmly against his body while you regained your footing.

“Easy there, rookie.” Tom murmured, his voice a deep, pleasant rumble.

It was the first time you'd been this physically close to eachother in a situation that didn't involve any sort of danger. You felt secure in his strong hold and as you looked up to meet his gaze from beneath your lashes, you couldn't quite place the look on his face. 

You could feel heat rising to your cheeks. Before you could say anything, Tom exhaled and let his arm loosen around you. His hand, however, stayed resting protectively - almost possessively - on your lower back as you took a small step back, still staying close enough to smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body.

“S-sorry,” Though you were apologising your lips still curved up into a smile. “I turn into a clutz when I've had a few.”

Tom returned your smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling once more. “It would seem so. Better be careful or you'll end up clinging to your superior officer all night.”

You could've sworn there was a suggestive tinge to his voice, but you chalked it up to the booze swimming throughout your system. Tom's smile only widened when you didn't blanche or recoil away and instead inched closer to him, close enough that you were practically tucked against his side.

“Oh no,” You faked a swoon, dramatically pressing the back of your hand against your forehead and leaning your full weight against him. “I’d get a big strong man looking after me and you'd get a hot young woman on your arm all night – what a predicament!”

Tom barked out another laugh, the rare sound flooding your chest with warmth.

Big strong man, huh? He thought.

“Jesus kid, you are drunk. Think you've got room for another?” The hand that rested on your lower back slid upwards to curl around your bare shoulder and give it an affectionate squeeze.

It was difficult for him to ignore just how soft your skin felt beneath his rough, calloused hand, and how perfectly you slotted against his side. Tom was already committing the curves of your body to memory.

“Hell yeah I do.” You grinned up at him and he signalled to the bartender with his free hand to order drinks for the two of you.

Once Tom had paid for your drinks you perched yourself on the barstool again with him relinquishing his hold on you and following suit. You scooted your seat closer to him under the guise of wanting to hear him better over the noisy patrons as you chatted and sipped on your booze. If he saw through the lie he said nothing, though you didn't miss the way his pupils dilated, swallowing the warm brown hue of his irises when your ankle rubbed against his leg as you crossed one over the other.

The rest of the bar seemed to fade away, all of your attention on the man in front of you. It was as if all of the voices, laughter and music around you had been turned down to volume 0 and the visuals shifted out of focus until they blurred. You didn't even realise the music change from a bluesy number to ABBA. How had you never noticed how handsome, how charming Tom was before? 

You weren't even sure you could blame it on the beer goggles anymore.

It was someone else's hand on the small of your back that pulled you back to reality. You watched as Tom's eyes narrowed at whoever had interrupted the two of you and for a moment you thought it was some creep trying to cop a feel. But when you turned your head to look at the owner of said hand, you immediately relaxed.

“Jack!” The upbeat notes of ABBA’s ‘Dancing Queen’ finally reached your ears. “Welcome back birthday boy. Did you put this one on?”

Jack flashed you a dazzling grin of pride, seemingly completely unaware of Tom's existence on the stool next to you despite the glare being shot his way. “Hell yeah I did. Do I get the star detective’s seal of approval?”

The sleeves of his loose-fitting faded flannel shirt were rolled up to the elbow, showing off his toned, bronzed forearms and he'd neglected to button up the first two buttons at the top, exposing just enough of his chest to make you want to rip open the rest. His light blue jeans and white sneakers had him sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the blacks and browns of the other patrons.

Your ankle retracted from Tom's leg and you laughed. That sweet sound would've been music to Tom's ears had it been directed at anyone other than that cocky prick. The grip he had on his drink tightened, enough that his knuckles began to turn white.

“Absolutely you do, I love this song!” 

You were all smiles and rosy cheeks for this guy and it was taking all of Tom's willpower not to butt in and put this boy in his place. He'd had a few run-ins with Jack Traven in the past when their cases crossed over and needless to say, the two of them did not get along. Tom respected Jack for his heroics on that bus with the bomb; it was rare to find someone else with the balls and grit to say fuck it to the endless red tape and just get shit done, but that was where his like for Traven began and ended.

“Really?” Tom piped up, casually sipping on his drink, reclaiming your attention and gaining Traven’s. “You like this kinda stuff?”

Tom's gaze dropped to your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him. He knew for a fact he'd be thinking about the cute shade of pink of your tongue while he laid in bed later in the night, trying not to think of you at all.

“Tom, this is Jack from the SWAT team. Jack, this is Tom, my partner in crime. Or law? I guess?” You said, not clocking the obvious tension between the two men either side of you.

The attractive, charming SWAT member who flirted with you whenever he needed to stop by your office, and your hot, older superior officer who smelled amazing and made you think extremely inappropriate thoughts. You just knew you were going to have some very interesting dreams about this later.

“Yeah, we've met.” Jack's voice didn't hold as much charm now that it was directed at Tom and his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. The detective simply nodded in acknowledgement. “How's Briggs doing? You still keeping his desk piled high with paperwork thanks to your…heroics?”

You raised a freshly plucked brow at Jack, then turned to Tom. The older man’s poker face didn't crack, completely unphased by Jack's obvious passive aggression. “How's Annie?”

You could feel Jack's hand on your lower back stiffen.

“You guys were pretty loved up after that train popped up from the ground. Must be an intense kinda girl.” Tom continued, bringing his glass to his lips once again, nonchalant to the core.

Jack removed his hand from you and stood up to his full height. He couldn't have been much shorter than Tom, maybe by a couple of inches. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and while the two men were busy doing their best to be subtle about their peacocking in front of you, you were slurping your drink through your straw and trying to process the possibility of Jack already having a girlfriend.

“We broke up. Thanks for opening up that wound, old man.” 

Old man. Tom grinned and huffed in amusement, knowing he'd hit a nerve. “Ah c'mon champ, the wound can't be that bad. I could've sworn I saw you in here with a different girl not too long ago. Y'know, curly hair? Hoop earrings?”

Jack's thick eyebrows pulled down in a frown and he puffed out his chest beneath his folded arms. “Are you jealous? What's your problem?”

“I just don't want a womaniser like you sniffing around my rookie. So why don't you be a good SWAT hound and sniff somewhere else?” 

Tom spoke in a possessive growl. If you weren't several drinks deep you'd be embarrassed by the heat pooling between your thighs at the detective calling you his. You were about to pipe up and attempt some drunken damage control, but Jack was stepping around you and up to Tom before you could say anything.

The detective slid off his chair to stand to his full height the moment Jack was close enough for the toes of their shoes to touch. He leered over the younger man, eyes narrowed in fury, daring him to try it.

“You wanna say that again old man?” Jack spat, his words dripping from his tongue like venom. “Why’re you acting like some jealous boyfriend over a girl half your age anyway?”

Tom's fists were balled up so tight his knuckles had turned white. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene right in front of you – he was older and knew better – but goddamn if he wasn't tempted to clock this insufferable prick right in his jaw to teach him a lesson and shut him the hell up.

“She's your subordinate too, right? Maybe I should pay Briggs a visit, I'm sure he'd love to hear about this little abuse of power.”

“Okay!” You put your now-empty glass down on the bar with a forceful clunk and hopped down from your perch to grab the sleeve of Jack's flannel shirt and pull him back so you could stand between the two peacocking men. Luckily for you, Jack allowed you to move him, the tension building up within his muscles immediately easing off at your touch.

The fact that you'd gone for Jack and not him only riled Tom up further. But, for your sake, he inhaled deeply and let out a long, slow exhale through his nose, forcing himself to simmer down as he watched you turn to the younger man and place those dainty little hands of yours on his chest.

“You, birthday boy, are missing out on Dancing Queen and still owe me a dance, and you–” You removed a hand from Jack to jab a finger into Tom's chest. “--Sir, need to rescue Captain Briggs from that very drunk woman over there.”

Tom's intense gaze flicked down to where your finger lingered on him a little too long, then to your pretty eyes before finally turning around to see that, yup, his friend had been cornered by an extremely inebriated woman on his way out of the bathroom. She was practically hanging off him with her arms around his neck whilst the much skinnier man desperately tried to point out the wedding ring on his boney finger.

Both you and Jack had to do your best not to laugh, stifling your giggles behind your hands as Tom deflated like a balloon in front of your eyes. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” He groaned, his altercation with Traven immediately forgotten as he stomped over to rescue Briggs. Your gaze lingered on the older man as his long legs ate up the space between him and the Captain, leaving you with Jack who was already taking your hand in his and tugging you towards the dancefloor.

With a roll of your eyes you allowed yourself to be dragged away by the handsome young man, despite the urge to follow after Tom like a little lost lamb. Jack held both of your hands as the two of you began to move and sway enthusiastically along to the upbeat tune of ABBA.

When Tom had finally managed to untangle the drunken woman from Briggs without flashing his badge, he couldn't help the way his heart sank in his chest at the sight of you cosied up to Traven on the dancefloor. If he thought about it hard enough he could still feel the curves of your body pressed against his side, all soft and supple and goddamn delicious to the point where he almost ached with the desire to map out those dips and swells with his hands, lips and tongue.

“Let's get outta here.” He grunted, forcing himself to look away from you before the urge to start drinking vodka crept up on him.

“Already? You still owe me a drink.” Briggs complained.

Tom didn't bother replying, already making a beeline for the exit, his eyes focused straight ahead on the squeaky double doors to avoid seeing the way Jack's hands moved to your hips to pull you against him.

What he didn't see was your pretty head turning to watch him leave.

[axelsagewrites]

Aemond Targaryen*Poloraids

Pairing: modern! Aemond x f! Reader

Word count: 2373

Part Two at bottom

Warnings: nudes, talks of sex, phone sex, sex toys, nipple play, dom Aemond, slight bratting, teasing, smut 18+

A/n: wrote this on my notes app and posting on mobile cause I can't sleep so pls forgive formating errors till I can check on my laptop tomorrow but for now enjoy desperate Aemond phone sex

Masterlist here

You had only been apart from Aemond for a mere three weeks but in that time you missed him more than you could have imagined. He was off to his dream college while you packed up to go to your own dream school. Aemond would never even think of asking you to follow him or potentially ruin your dream and had insisted you would survive the distance.

He was only a four hour drive away but being in your freshman year you barely had time to sleep let alot drive four hours one way to see your boyfriend. Maybe after the first semester it would be easier but for now you had to be content with late night phone calls and the letters he sent.

Yes Aemond had insisted on writing letters. You both wrote a letter to each other the last night you spent together before he left for college and mailed it out to the others dorm. You usually got two, sometimes three letters a week and of course you always returned his mail.

While you kept each other up to date on life and school over the phone the letters were a more personal touch, romantic even. Aemond did his best to write you poety even if English was not his strong suit. You just new he was blushing as you read his poems all those miles away. He'd sometimes send small packages with the letters. This ranged from books he thought you'd like to a sweatshirt from his college that he had worn for a week and covered in his cologne.

You almaot made sure to put just as much love into your mail. Your letters rambled on for pages about what you missed about him and the life you would build after university. He'd gifted you a Polaroid camera and a stack of film before you had left and you made sure to include pictures of you in your dorm, your campus, and the sights around you. Aemond had sent you a snap of his desk set up with your poloraids pinned around his reminder board, a picture of you unpacking your dorm with a cheesy grin right beside where his laptop would sit.

However while you knew you would miss him you hadn't even thought about how much you'd miss his touch. And not just his hugs which always warmed your heart but for gods sake you had never been so horny. Your roommates boyfriend was only a building away and you were jealous every time she came back with hickeys covering her neck and mascara smudged under her eyes.

"Don't worry you'll see your precious Aemond eventually," Sara joked after you had admitted to you jealous states, "then he can fuck your brains out so you're not so tense,"

"I'm not tense," but you were. So fucking tense.

It was one night when you caught Sara taking suggestive pics out the corner of your eye did you get the idea. Your eyes fell to the poloraid camera on your desk. So far you had never sent Aemond any kind of explicit pictures like that. Sure you did your best to look good when you snapped him but he'd never asked for a nude and you had never thought of sending them. But maybe if you started it, like the mail, he would return the favour.

When Aemonds latest letter came in the mail Sara happened to be out the dorm and staying the night at her boyfriend jaces frat house. After reading the letter your eyes fell to the camera. You racked your mind for a few moments, wondering if the reason why Aemond had never asked was because he never wanted them. But what guy would turn that down, you wondered. Plus it wasn't like you and Aemond hadn't done stuff in the past. He was always sneaking into your house to get his hands all over you.

Fuck it, you thought. You quickly rummaged through your drawers, finding the few nice lingerie pieces you had brought with you before you settled into wearing Aemonds boxers and a sports bra religiously.

You quickly slid into the black lacey bra and thong set you had convinced yourself you would wear to a party for a confidence boost and never had. It had been one of Aemonds favourites before you left for college. You did your best to straighten the sheets and hide your clutter as you set up for the first photo.

You took a few moments trying to get into the perfect pose before snapping a picture of your chest, sticking your tits out to make them pop. And boy did they look good. When you saw them printed on the film you couldn't help the ego boost when you saw yourself dolled up. You moved the camera lower, taking a picture of your hips and thighs, twisting your body into the poses you'd seen on dirty magazines.

You took a couple more in that set, trying the recreate some tiktok recommended poses you'd seen, when you suddenly really started to feel yourself. You changed quickly into another set, a dark red body you had bought for the first time Aemond would visit you. You were sure he wouldn't mind you wearing it without him when he saw the results. This time you made sure to capture your ass perfectly, loving how it looked in the angles you tried.

Then came your last idea. Your eyes fell to the sweatshirt he had sent you. You quickly stripped off the lingerie and tugged on a more simple thong that still looked amazing on. You slipped into the hoodie, letting yourself emerse yourself in his smell. This time your pictures were you sat at your desk, set up as if you were studying but you lifted the camera to a high angle so he could see your bare thighs. Next you lifted the shirt, giving him a show of your underboob and waist. Then finally one last pic of you bent over the desk as if you were waiting for him.

As you snapped the last pic you heard Sara's key in the lock and quickly sprinter to jump under your covers, trying to look as innocent as possible as you put the printed Polaroids under the covers.

The next day you finished writing your letter and slipped in four of the nine poloraids you had taken. You made sure to sit them behind the letter in the envelope since you didn't need his roommate getting a private show. You posted the letter and did your best to act casual over the phone with Aemond but you couldn't help feel anxious about his reaction.

Two days later your phone rang as you were sat in bed finishing an essay on your laptop. "Hey baby," you greeted as you read over your list of spelling mistakes.

"Don't hey baby me," Aemond said, catching your attention and making you move your laptop to the side, "You think trying to tease me is funny?"

"Tease you-" you said as you sat up properly in bed trying to figure out what he meant when it hit you. "Did you get my letter?" you said not able to hide the smirk in your voice.

"Oh I got your letter alright darling," Aemond said darkly and you could just imagine him pacing his dorm room while his roommate was out. "and the pictures,"

"Did you like them?" you said with a light giggle as if you had been transformed back to the start of your relationship. "I thought you mightve been getting lonely over there. So far away," you said with a fake pout, loving the affects you had already had on them.

"Are you kidding me?" Aemond said with a dark chuckle, "You look positively fuckable in these doll. I don't know how I'm supposed to contain myself till I see you,"

You felt your stomach go light like butterflies were dancing in it at his words. "I've got more if you'd like," you said as you twirled your hair like a school girl.

"God's you really are a little minx aren't you?" Aemond groaned making you giggle, "You won't be so cocky when I get there. No you get all shy don't you? Like a good little girl,"

"Maybe I don't wanna be a good girl," you teased as you discarded the laptop onto your bedside table, moving to lay down as you spoke.

"You know what happens when you don't behave doll," Aemond warned in the same voice he used when he used to hold you by your jaw, forcing you to meet his eye.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" you grinned as your hand searched your bottom drawer for the vibrator you had stashed away for nights like this where all you wanted was Aemonds touch. "You're not here to make me do anything,"

"Just you wait doll," Aemond said as you heard him crash down onto his bed, "When I'm there you'll regret being such a brat,"

"I don't believe you," you teased as you slipped the vibrator between your legs, slowly running it up and down your folds before it was even on.

Aemond was silent for a moment and you wondered how good he must look right now with that stern look on his face," You're touching yourself aren't you?" he said making your actions pause.

"No I'm-" you started to stutter out only to be interrupted by Aemonds chuckle.

"Oh baby girl you really are that desperate aren't you?" he said, his smirk evident in his voice, "trying to get off by just my voice. Bet you could as well love you're that desperate," you tried to argue but Aemond kept talking, "Turn it on doll. I know you're using that pretty little vibe of yours aren't you?"

"maybe," you said, your voice shaky as you reached for the button.

"So predictable," he chuckled, "God's you looked good when I would use that on you. Turn it on doll and go slow. I want you to earn it if you're gonna be such a tease,"

Even from so far away Aemond still had a control over you which made you switch the toy onto it's lowest setting and slowly run it up your folds, gasping as your ran it over your sensitive clit." that's a good girl, "Aemond praised when he heard your noises through the phone. "I'm just looking at these pics love," you heard him say as you moved the vibe to slowly circle around your clit, "Such pretty pictures," he said, "almost as good as the real thing. Almost because it won't be long till I bend you over that desk of yours. You'd like to that wouldn't you? Me fucking you over your desk in my sweetheart,"

"Yes," you whimpered but Aemond tutted over the phone.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir," you correct yourself, moaning as you felt a knot bubbling in your stomach.

"Good girl," Aemond praised and you could swear you could hear him jerking off on the other end, "now turn up the vibe baby and slip it in,"

You whined but did as instructed, the soft silicone easily slipping into your wet pussy, "It's in," you said, your voice whiny.

"Good. Now tighten your thighs to hold it there. You're gonna need your hands love," he said, a slight groan in his voice as he stroked his member.

"Okay," you stuttered, doing as he said but also laying your phone next to your head on speaker, "now what sir?"

"Now I want you to squeeze those perfect tit's of yours," he said, his breathing more rugged, "they look so good in that red little number of yours. Can't wait to tear it off you,"

"Thank you sir," you moaned as you followed his instructions and wishing it was his hands.

"Now pinch those perky nipples of yours," Aemond said which you gladly complied with, rolling them between your fingers, "Miss kissing those perfect tit's of yours. Gonna cover them in hickeys next time I get my hands on them. Might even take a picture for good measure. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes sir," you whined as you felt your body start to jerk at your already approaching climax.

"You gonna cum baby?" Aemond asked, his breathing shaking as he approached his own edge.

"Yes," you whined, greatful your roommate had left for the night, "Please sir can I cum now please?"

"Fuck," Aemond gasped, "Yes baby cum for me. Be a good girl baby don't hide any of those pretty noises. Think I might just cum from hearing them," he said.

You couldn't even say anything else as your body began twitching, your legs shaking as you felt your orgasm rip through your body. You didn't try to hide your moans and it wasn't long till you heard Aemond mumbling curses and praise through the phone. "Fuck," Aemond gasped as he started to catch his breath.

"Did you..?" you asked, your voice trailing off.

"Yes darling," he said with uneven breath, "All over these pictures love. Is there any chance you could send some more?" he asked but this time his voice was far more shy.

You laughed lightly as you rolled onto your side, snuggling into your pillow now suddenly tired, "of course baby. How come you never asked before?"

"I didn't want you to think I'm some kind of pervert," Aemond confessed now far more sheepish than his sexy persona.

"You're not a pervert Aem, you're my boyfriend," you laughed, imagining how his cheeks would be flushing right now. "Of course I'll send some more baby you'll just need to be patient," you teased.

"I'm sick of being patient," Aemond groaned like a toddler who had been told no, "I'm driving up to see you Friday after class no questions, no excuses,"

"Aemy that's a long drive are you sure?" you asked, worried how he'd be able to get all his work done if he was so far from college.

"More than sure baby. I need to see you and besides. I have a few new ideas of what you could do with that camera,"

Part Two here

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[madame-fear]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ☆ amira speaks : lucerys survived storm's end in this. — pairing : lucerys velaryon [ jacaerys velaryon ] x reader | jacaerys velaryon [ lucerys velaryon ] x reader. — genre : unrequited love, angst (??)

♡ Jacaerys : ♡

• Since childhood, it was always quite obvious Jace fancied you. From calling you 'pretty' to trying to impress you when swordfighting with his uncles, it was notorious he was head over heels for you.

• He had an intense, continously growing puppy love for you; and he even promised to himself at a young age that he'd, one day, marry you under the tradition of Old Valyria.

• But unfortunately, that one day never came for him. Instead, the Seven blessed his brother Lucerys to marry you.

• Rhaenyra could see that Luke and you were both very close, and she decided that not only she'd betroth you together at the age of six-and-ten as to make the union between your Houses stronger, but because she knew you both had mutual feelings for each other.

• This sparked bittersweet feelings for Jace. He could notice how both of you were two happy little lovebirds upon hearing the news of your betrothal, and even if he tried to be proud and joyful for the two of you, truth was he seethed with jealousy.

• And at that moment, he knew his feelings would have to remain hidden inside of him. Now, not only you and Luke were betrothed together, but himself as well — and he had been betrothed with Lady Baela Targaryen, his cousin.

• Even if he deeply appreciated and respected his now betrothed, she wasn't you. But, there wasn't much he could do about it, much to his dismay.

• His deep-in-love feelings for you would never change. And even if he can't admit to you that he loves you in a more-than-friends way, Jace would often try to show his love for you — and seek your attention — even if it had to be in a "friendly manner", and in a way that could calm his intense jealousy when he sees both Luke and you laughing and holding hands.

• For example, if you're all together in the dining hall being festive for something (such as a name day), he'd stand from his seat, approach you, and ask for your hand to dance. Being your brother-in-law, you would naturally say yes in a heartbeat, and Luke wouldn't even mind much, of course.

• His heart would thump hardly against his chest at the feeling of your delicate hand taking hold of his, as he guides you to the centre of the dining hall to dance. And in that moment, he'd forget about everything that surrounds him; he'd like to ignore the fact that you're actually betrothed — and deeply in love — with his brother, and would like to imagine as if you're actually his betrothed, and you're together as a happy couple.

• Occasionally, Jace would try and shamelessly hint his love towards you by gifting you things such as roses or any other flower from the gardens, jewellery, heirlooms, brooches with Targaryen symbolism, etc. And you merely pass it as a simple way of being shown affection by your beloved Lord Husband's family, and that is quite hurtful for him.

• You'd often find his coffee eyes fixed on you, but when you catch him, you flash him a broad, sweet grin, not thinking much about it. Jace would immediatly return it with a sheepish smile, and an intense crimson fluster on his face, then trying to look elsewhere.

• But again, it hurts knowing that you think of him as another childhood friend. And it hurts even more when he catches his brother and you sharing kisses, giggling between them, cuddling, holding hands, or simply showing affection to each other like a proper, joyful couple would.

• The dreadful mix of anger, angst, and jealous feelings would even worsen when Lucerys and you finally celebrate your wedding.

• Jace would've preferred to pass himself as "unwell" rather than assist to the ceremony, but being deeply fond of both his brother and you, he assisted, and hid his feelings rather well, clenching his jaw at times, but in general terms, he hid it as well as he could; even if he so badly wanted to leave before he could feel anymore sick of the stomach than he already felt.

• Much to his own dismay, Jacaerys had to swallow his own feelings, and accept the reality — treating his own betrothed the same way he'd treat you if you were his, being the gentleman he is, even if his heart never stopped pounding harshly for you.

♡ Lucerys : ♡

• Both of you met when your house travelled to Dragonstone, as you had been betrothed to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, the son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the future King of the Seven Kingdoms.

• At that moment, Luke was already betrothed, and of course, he didn't think much of his brother's betrothal, other than being truly joyful for Jace, and to have another member added in the family.

• But, the moment his eyes laid on you and noticed how sweet and gentle of nature he were, Luke was absolutely mesmerised by how graceful you were in every possible sense.

• During the betrothal dinner, Luke could never take his hazel eyes off of you, even if he wanted to. A sense of guilt washed over him not only because he already had a betrothed himself, but because he was dreadfully beginning to take a special liking for his own brother's future Lady Wife.

• The best he can do is try and force himself to ignore his feelings towards you. Try to advert your gaze from you unless you're speaking and he has to stare at you, when he notices himself getting drowned on a train of thoughts at how pretty you are he would immediatly focus on something else (such as his duties, or lessons), etc.

• But... it's far more complicated than it seems when it comes to you. Noticing that he's a bit shy — especially around you — you try to approach him and make a conversation with him, and he could painfully feel himself slowly falling into a deeper emotion of pure love when you kindly smile, or cutely laugh. You are so, so pretty both physically and personally, it's hard not to find himself swooning over you and thinking his brother is lucky to have you as his future Queen.

• Seven Hells, you even gifted him a brooch with symbolism of your own House! Which, if he wasn't already on cloud nine with your personality and beauty, your kind gestures make him feel even more dumbfounded, especially by your gifts. And of course, he'll proudly wear that brooch in every clothing, every ocassion, and every day. And a smile will be brought upon his lips at seeing how thrilled you are at the fact that he uses the brooch and gifts you gave him!

• Even if Luke tries to ignore the fact that he's slowly having feelings for you, he can't help but treasure every single moment you have together, and, sometimes... he can't help but wonder if, perhaps... you also have hidden feelings for him? By the way you look at him lovingly, place your hand on his shoulder at times, hug him tightly, compliment him, etc.

• ^ But, Lucerys knows his mind — and heart — is playing tricks with him. He can see how you broadly grin when Jacaerys takes you dancing, how he makes you laugh loudly, or the way you stare at him with love and admiration. And it hurts, deeply; but he's genuinely happy that you're being treated like the Queen you are.

• With every passing day, you grow closer. Very, very close — and he tries to make his feelings evident for you often, much to his brother's eventually dismay. Especially, when Luke says how pretty you are, and goes a bit too far complimenting you, or notoriously stares at you for too long; making his feelings evident.

“Don't forget (y/n)'s taken, Luke. Don't you have a betrothed to compliment and stare this much, hm?” jace retorted with a playful tone, yet with a hint of honesty at his brother, whom intensely blushed at Jace's comment.

• Maybe he's a bit too obvious, but he can't hide it. Luke nurtures a deep appreciation for you, and frequently finds himself wishing he were on his brother's place.

• When the Battle of Storm's End happened, Luke came home much later after his brother returned from the North, and came with a very messy hair, scratched clothing, and intensely bleeding wounds.

• Even if he was obviously traumatised at having nearly faced death at the hands of his one eyed uncle and his dragon, Luke forgot about everything that happened the second you threw yourself at him — embracing him in a tight hug — and telling him how worried you were for his safety, while intensely weeping.

• It took him a bit to return the hug from the shock, but he eventually hugged you back, and gave into your warmth and your sweet vanilla scent — his heart dropping at seeing and hearing you sob badly.

“Oh, Luke,” you began, your voice notoriously shaking from the weeping as you leisurely pulled apart from the hug. your eyes were fixed on his green ones as your hands cupped his cheeks — your thumb rubbing tenderly a bleeding wound. His badly trembling hands mimicked your actions mindlessly, cupping your own cheeks, and lovingly wiping away a tear. “You have no idea how worried I was for you, Lucerys!” once again, you hugged him tightly, pressing your head at the crook of his neck. “You are such a good best friend, Luke. What would I do without you by my side?” Good best friend. Good best friend. Good best friend. Ouch. For you, he was only your best friend. And, he could feel his heart stinging with pain at the thought of it.

• Much like in Jace's headcanons, he'd realise he's not going to have much options but to swallow his own intense lovesick feelings for you, and accept that you only see him as your best friend.

• Though, he appreciates your company a lot, and he'll never stop having heart eyes for you despite him being betrothed himself — and you being his brother's betrothed — and showing you how much he fondly cares for you.

• This includes gifting you sweet little things as well, protecting you no matter what, taking you to see Arrax and pet him if you wish, and being your shoulder to cry on, if you need to.

• His deep love feelings for your beautiful self remain there with him until his last breath, but he'll keep that to himself, and would try to have the best relationship he can with you... even if, unfortunately, he can't be your Lord Husband like he truly desires to.

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[bookish-karina]

For the "send me a # to get a hc" game: 46 + two randomized questions, three in total :3(not sure what "send a #" means so i send an ask, sorry, still new to tumblr :")

thank you for the ask! (I would've totally done the same thing, so no worries :))

I answered each question for Maeve and Jace. this was fun and informative :D

If they could control one thing in the world, what would it be?

Maeve would probably control and eliminate animal abuse. She has a severe fondness for animals and can't stand to see any animals starving on the streets or anything like that. It breaks her heart.

Jace would control how music records don't normally allow music artists to fully own their own works. While he may not be struggling in this way, after the Taylor Swift debacle he can't help but feel for the other artists that are going through the same things and wishes to help in any way he can.

where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years?

Maeve has a hard time seeing the future, her anxiety rules over most of her decisions, which makes her constantly second guess herself. The most she's currently aware of is wanting to attend college/University, whether that's for a two year or four year degree. She's unsure of her major, as she hasn't truly figured out what she's passionate about yet.

Jace sees himself continuing his musical journey. He believes he'll have released at least two more albums within the next two years, and will most likely be on tour again. He's eager to have a world tour and visit countries he's never been to, hopefully with Maeve at his side ;)

are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of?

Maeve is definitely not the jealous type. While she may not think extremely lowly of herself, she also doesn't think she's anything special. She believes she more of a placeholder in other people's lives until someone better comes along to take her place.

Jace is the jealous type. He's most likely to be jealous of whoever can make Maeve laugh because he loves the sound and for at least the first part of the book, he's not the one that causes it the most. He's made her laugh a couple of times, but one of his band mates constantly pokes fun and earns the most laughs from her. Every time Jace causes Maeve to laugh, he feels a sense of pride and wants to bottle her laugh for a rainy day.

feel free to ask more if you'd like :)

[sansaorgana]

Targaryen Family Vacations. Like they go to Cancun or somewhere way too nice. Helaena brings her bestie who Aemond is OBSESSED with… The whole family loves this girl. Aemond won’t make a move because he’s a few years younger and thinks she won’t be into it. UNTIL his dear cousin Jace makes a move after everyone has had one too many drinks….. Then it’s Patchies Time to SHINE. Rest of the trip they’re sneaking into each other’s rooms.

omg they'd totally take you with them and pay for everything! 😉

• I can't think of a scenario where they'd spend holidays with Rhaenyra's children as well but maybe Viserys made them all go; he wanted his whole family to be there (it's a rare occassion like that). ofc everyone's mood is ruined because of all the tension. Rhaenyra doesn't understand what are you even doing there if you're not family but Viserys probably hasn't even realized that you're there because he doesn't give a shit about what his children with Alicent do.

• if you're Hela's friend (and her brothers', too) who is also close to their mum (which is obvious since she allowed you to go with them), you'd feel very uncomfortable when Jace hits on you. it would be hella awkward tbh, especially that everyone can see Aemond is clearly into you. Aemond would step in and "save" you from his nephew.

• he'd offer to walk you back to your room and he'd eventually confess his repressed feelings to you on your way there. you would shut him up with a kiss.

• but I don't think Aemond is a type of a man who would immediately want to sleep with you. I think for a first few weeks, you'd learn how to be comfortable around each other and how to show each other intimacy and affection in the way that works for you both. yes, you would probably sneak to each other's rooms a lot but i imagine it would be to cuddle and whisper sweet things to each other and gossip about all the drama that was taking place on that day. and lots of soft, still shy kisses.

• however, you are now his and Jace won't take you away from him. no one will. 🤍

• Alicent would be very happy for you both, she'd immediately notice. Hela would be shocked because she was the only one oblivious to everything going on between you two. Aegon would tease you a lot

• Jace would be jealous lol