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myladysapphire · 7 months ago

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Seduction

you had always longed to be queen but with your brother Aegon married to your twin sister you had lost hope, but upon your nephews return to the keep you realise all hope of being queen isn't lost. there was just one problem: your mother would never agree to marriage between you and Jace. So you set in motion a plan of seduction.

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word count: 2,182

CW: MDI 18+,smut,p in v, incest, not proofread!

Jacaerys Veleryon x Fem!reader

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dividers by @zaldritzosrose

authors note: i may have used maergery tyrell as an inspiration for reader.

Growing up in the red keep you had long been surrounded by snakes eagerly vying at the iron throne, doing everything in their power to win more favour and a higher station.

You had hated them.

The false niceties, the fake smiles and the false companions who only desired a potential match between one of your brothers.

But what you hated the most about them, was that you were the same, or at least your ambitions were.

All your life you had desired one thing: to be queen of the seven kingdoms.

As the second born, you had hoped to marry Aegon, and with your mother and grandsires plots to one day make him king, it seemed as if being queen one day was only natural for you. But when he married your younger twin Heleana instead of you, the dream of becoming queen became just that.

And with no reason to support any claim your brother had, you set your sights to your elder sister, Rhaenyra. She had always been kind to you and Heleana, though you had never been too close. But it seemed she was now the only way for you to fulfil what you so deeply desired.

You knew your father would back her as heir no matter how many sons he sired with your mother, and so you realised you too had to support her claim, and then, and only then could you be queen, of course only if you marry her eldest first.

You had planted the idea in her head.

With Jace’s silly crush on you and you yourself hinting on how it would unite the family.

But your mother had rejected Rhaenrya’s suggestion.

And even know years after, you knew she would reject any suggestion of a betrothal between you both once more.

Instead, she favoured a marriage between you and one of the great lords of Westeros.

And even though you would still have a high status, and vast lands and riches, you would not be queen.

And no matter what, you would not settle for anything less.

You desired to be loved as a queen, to have the small folk lore and worship you, it was all you dreamed off. Not to rule, but to be loved by the masses.

You wished for songs and tales to be written of you, for many to compare you to the good queen Alysanne.

And, whilst you had focused your attentions on smallfolk, insisting spare food and leftovers be sent out to the smallfolk. Spent days in orphanages, commissioning the building of schools and healers’ offices.

You gathered up the love of the smallfolk, and though you were gifted the name of the ‘lady of the smallfolk’ and the ‘realms love’ it still wasn’t enough.

You had plenty of lords vying for your attention, many from great and rich houses.

But none could give you what you wanted.

That was until your nephews returned to the keep.

In your youth had ignored your plain-featured nephews, finding little in common with them and only seeing a potential marriage with Jace as a means to an end.

Perhaps that was why you had sent him letters throughout the years, claiming that you were egar to know your nephew and hated that he left before you could become close.

You wrote often, finding many things in common, and suddenly the idea of marrying Jace became a little more than just wanting to become queen.

You had grown to rather like your nephew, and now with his return to the red keep all you wanted now was not just be queen, but his wife.

There was one problem, however.

One being that Your mother would never betroth you willingly to him. She had refused it before, seeing Jace as a bastard and unfit for her daughter.

But from the look he sent you as you greeted him, dragging him around the castle insisting on catching up.

And from the nonstop wondering eyes at his younger brothers hearing, you were sure she wouldn’t be an obstacle for much longer.

As you walked into the courtyard to greet him and his family, Jace thought to himself that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

His eyes were drawn to you so naturally, and the smile you had sent him had been warm and kind. A look he scarcely received in these halls.

The way you had talked to him, telling him how deeply you treasured his letters, how dearly you had missed him.

You seemed so perfect, and gods would he do anything to marry you.

He had stared at you nonstop, and yet found no words to say to you. Even when you had walked the hall of the keep together. You had talked to him no stop, smiling so beautifully.

He had only stared and blushed. Unsure of what to say or do.

And now at dinner, you had walked in in a black gown. The dress itself was the image of your houses, covered in black dragon scales, and with no sleeves, instead arm rings in the shape of dragon wings, mimicking a sleeve, down both your arms. A deep v neckline, draped with a red scarf across one shoulder down to your waist, accentuating both your hips and breasts.

You were the very image of Targaryen beauty.

He couldn’t take his eyes of you. Even more so when you sat beside him, your legs brushing together.

You had smiled at him yet again, moving close to him as you talked to him.

His eyes were glued to your lips, watching as they moved to speak to him and those around you.

He had said little words to reply to your questions, only blushing whenever you spoke to him.

Then you had left, fanning you were tired and that you would escort the king back to his chambers before going to your own.

He had been sad you had left, with no longer your lips to stare at, or just your company to bask in.

Though he was glad you were not here to witness the infighting, his weak punch towards your brother Aemond, the mocking he had faced.

He had returned to is room in defeat, after facing a scolding from his mother and being sent to bed early like a child.

He entered his chambers, head down, kicking the door closed behind him in anger. He didn’t look up as he entered, instead choosing to ready himself for bed.

If he had he would have seen, you.

Laying naked on his bed.

You laughed to yourself, biting you lip as he faced away from you.

He jumped at the sound of your laugh, moving his clothes to quickly cover himself.

“Aunt?” he started, blushing as he took in your naked form. He turned from you, covering his eyes. “I- what are you doing?”

You laughed again, standing up and walking over to him, “isn’t it obvious, my prince?”

He stuttered; eyes still covered “this is in appropriate I should- “

You shushed him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you “leave your own chambers?” you teased “why is something wrong with me being here?”

“I-no, no I like that you’re here but… your- naked!” he stuttered out.

You nodded, “so it appears I am”.

“Would you like some clothes?”

“Why? Am I not pleasing to you, my prince?” you asked, moving back and turning slowly to show off your body to him.

“no-no- I mean yes! YIs, very pleasing but this is inappropriate” “is it?” you teased, “why? Do you wish for me to go? Perhaps I should get one of the guards, so that we are not alone” you said, making your way to the door.

“No!” he said a little too loudly. “don’t, I- why are you here?”

You smiled, moving towards him once again. “I have missed you, Jace” you said, your face inches away from his, “you have grown so handsome, so…so kingly” you mouth now inches from his, “and I wished to give you a gift” he swallowed, “a gift?”

You nodded, humming, before placing your lips on his.

Your lips moved slowly against his, he was unsure, inexperienced. The kiss was slow and soft. It was short, though your breaths were both heavy as you pulled apart.

“Yes, Jace, a gift” you said, pulling your lips from his and reaching for his hand.

“Was that the gift?”

“Some of it” you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your waist. “Did you know your mother planned to betroth us when we were younger?” he shook his head, “I was to be your wife, and now…we will soon be betrothed to others and I cannot have that, Jace” you breathed.

“Really?” he said, voice rough, his hands were both your waist, squeezing your hips softly, as if finally realising why you were naked.

‘Yes, for so long I dreamt of being your wife… I would even touch myself to the thought of you, of us”.

His breath was heavy, “you…you wish to give yourself to me?”

You answered him with another kiss, this one passionate, needy.

Pushing him down onto the bed, straddling him.

“I wish to be your wife, Jace” you breathed against his lips.

“You do?” he breathed, moving to kiss you once more, “but I am already betrothed,”

You looked down sadly, “I... Do not remind me, it pains me so”.

He sighed your name, “is that why you came here? To sleep with me so we must marry”.

“Oh, you must think me horrible” you said, moving to stand from his lap, only for him to pull you back down onto him.

“No, no not at all…I, I would be lying if I said I had never desired to marry you, but- “

“But nothing, my sweet prince” you said, moving in to kiss him once more, if he wished to marry you also, then this was only even more perfect.

Your seduction almost unneeded.

But gods did you want him.

He moaned, into your mouth, his hands desperately gripping your waist, before hesitantly moving up to cup your breasts.

You let out a moan as he gave them a tentative squeeze, before moving to roll your nipples between his fingers.

He was moved slowly, testing out what you liked, and egar to learn what made you moan.

You yourself started to kiss down his neck as he played with your breasts. Your hips still slowly grinding against.

His cock had grown hard beneath you.

His groans increasing as you continued to grind against him.

Your wet cunt coating his cock, her entrance teasing him with each movement of her hips.

“please” he begged, unsure of what exactly what he was begging for.

You stood up from his lap and pushed him to lie down on the bed.

You smiled as you took him in. his pretty face, full of lust and desire. The want clear on his face.

“Wait!” he said stooping you, as you crawled over his body, positioning your entrance above his long hard cock.

“Yes?” you sighed; breath heavy.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“of course, you want us to marry, yes?” he nodded, “and my mother would never approve of it unless…unless we give ourselves to one another.”

“Gods…I, I- your right” he said, reaching up to kiss you as he finally filled you. His cock stretching you out in a way you didn’t know possible. The pleasure near overwhelming.

You both moaned as he fully entered you.

“Gods!” he moaned, his hands going to grip your waist.

Your hands rested on his chest, preparing to move as you finally adjusted to his length.

Slowly you began to move your hips, trying to slowly build a rhythm and find what you both liked.

But it seemed the shy unsure Jace you had been witnessed to all night faded, as Jace gripped your hips and started to thrust up into you.

He set a fast past, and though you tried to keep up, Jace soon flipped you and instead started thrusting into you. His hips moved hard and fast, your moans were loud as you got lost in the pleasure.

Jace had buried himself in your neck, holding onto you as he thrusted into you.

Both of your peaks were fast approaching.

You felt his cock pulse inside of you as you clenched around him.

Moaning his name as you came, before he picked up the face, fulling your face to his as he came, filling you with his seed.

He collapsed on you, his breath heavy.

“Gods, that was…incredible” he smiled, reaching up to kiss you once more. “now all that’s left is for us to get married” he joked, pulling you in for a hug.

And from the scream of the maid as she came to wake Jace up in the morning, she was sure that in no time news would reach their mothers, and they would be wed.

And she would get everything she ever desired.

authors note: i hate this ending! there is so much i wanted to say but i just couldnt word it correclty, but i hope you all enjoyed it!

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lovrre · 7 months ago

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-First love

Jacaerys velaryon x fem black Targaryen

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut (this is a lil freaky🫦), fluff, unprotected sex, cursing, (very obsessed/ whipped Jacaerys) probably some other stuff…

Summary: Jacaerys velaryon becomes your betrothed and can’t stray too far from your chambers

Author note: this is just cute smut, idk how it got so freaky

"Where have you been?" Rhaenyra questioned sharply as Jacaerys entered the dining hall, his hair tousled. The echoes of your moans lingered in his mind as he pondered answering the question."I was practicing my swordsmanship," Jacaerys replied with a grin, pulling out his chair to sit at the table. "You seem to have been very focused on your swordsmanship lately" Rhaenyra prodded. Jacaerys stayed silent, concentrating on his meal. "I have," he eventually replied with a mouthful.

Daemon chuckled quietly to himself drawing Rhaenyra's gaze as she awaited an explanation. "It's his first, he can't stray too far away from her bed" Daemon whispered to Rhaenyra. "It's temporary," he added, sitting back up straight in his chair. Rhaenyra seemed surprised by the revelation, while Jacaerys shot a glare at Daemon from across the table. "Well, isn't it true? Have you not been out fucking?" Daemon defended with a scoff.

"With Your betrothed?" Rhaenyraasked quietly, trying to soothe the tension. " yes," Jacaerys responded in between bites. "Could she not have waited until after the war?" she probed. “It was a mutual decision,” Jacaerys replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"This is no game Jacaerys. Every day your life is in more danger," she warned, her voice growing slightly louder.

"I am aware, which is why I wish to cherish every moment with her. This is no sport to me. She is to be my wife, and I love her!” Jacaerys defended, his voice rising slightly. His words lingered in the air before he continued. “I apologize for raising my voice, but I would roll in my grave with regret for not having more of her," Jacaerys argued, sinking back into his chair. He had never admitted it before, but nothing felt more right than The words “I love her” escaping his lips.

Rhaenyra couldn't help but see a reflection of her younger self in her son, witnessing love reveal a side of him she had never seen before. "I suppose we all deserve our... pleasures,” she sighed “and you are soon to be wed,” she acknowledged. “Just be cautious, Jacaerys," Rhaenyra advised with a faint smile.

“I will.”

~~~~

“I must return home," you declare as Jacaerys plants kisses

on your neck. Slowly, he pulls down the fabric of your dress, revealing your bare shoulder with a gentle touch. "Why?" he chuckles, planting more kisses along your collarbone. "I am serious, Jacaerys, My brother has called for me" you protest half heartedly. He gazes down at you with desire in his eyes. "I can be swift," he suggests, toying with your shoulder. "Your swift is not swift enough," you reply with a laugh.

"When will I see you next? Jacaerys inquires, his finger trailing through the ends of your white hair. "A week... perhaps two, possibly never" you jest with a chuckle. He lets out an audible sigh of distress. "I shall not endure it," he laments, burying his head in the curve of your neck. "I am ensnared by you," he murmurs against your shoulder. "I crave your presence always," he lifts his head to whisper in your ear, "beneath me, always," he breathes out, a smile playing on his lips. His words bring a heat through your body only he can extract. “let me pleasure you for one more day,” he asks his large hands gripping your waist,

"I've unleashed a beast," you chuckle, turning your head away from his. "you have," he replies, holding your chin in his hand and turning your face back towards him. "And you must feed your beast," Jacaerys groans before the two of you embrace in a kiss. "Your scent," Jacaerys moans, leaning back into the curve of your neck.

"I want you in my room," Jacaerys exhales, kissing along your neck, "so I can breathe you in on my sheets when you're gone." You giggle and kiss him on the top of his head. "I'm serious," Jacaerys insists, looking up at you with his big eyes. "at Dragonstone?” you questioned “I would love to but your family-" Jacaerys silences you with a kiss. "Say yes."

"Yes," you comply with a smile earning you another passionate kiss, You had become mush in his hands.

~~~

“Animals belong in the wild," your father declares as he walks up behind you, holding a sword at his side. You are seated on the bench with your bunny nestled in your lap. "She is outside," you retort. "Outside, As in the grass and dirt," your father chuckles. You roll your eyes as your Dad plants a kiss on your head. "Do not stay outside too long," he warns before heading indoors.

Your brother Vincent approaches with Prince Jacaerys, causing you to stand up in surprise. You had never seen him in person, and he was younger than you expected, more handsome too.

"Allow me to introduce Y/n Callaeris, my sister," your brother introduces, gesturing towards you. The first thing Jacaerys notices about you is your white hair, a familiar mark of a Targaryen. But never in his life had he seen white hair contrast with someone's skin so perfectly before you. There was an essence about you that captivated him, like a moth to a flame.

“This is-”

“-The prince,” you finish, with a wide smile cutting your brother off. Supplying a small courtesy, “did you ride your dragon here?” You ask absentmindedly, adjusting your bunny in your arms, looking behind him slightly hoping to catch a glimpse of one. “Yes, I did,” Jacaerys replies with an amused smile. “Is it a big one?” you question with childlike excitement. Right when he’s about to answer, your brother cuts in. "Excuse my sister, she's... unique," Vincent chuckles, stepping in front of you.

"Where is Father?" he questions, his tone serious. "He's inside with Mother," you reply, stroking the top of your bunny's head. "Go fetch him and inform him that the prince has arrived to see him," he instructs, pausing briefly before adding, "This is important, so act accordingly," your brother says firmly.

You roll your eyes and attempt to pass the bunny to him. Vincent's face twists in disgust as he eyes the bunny in your arms. "I am not holding that thing," he declares.

"Father does not like seeing them out of the cage," you argue. "That is not my problem," Vincent retorts. "If it were you, I would hold the bunny," you counter. "But it is not me, so-"

"I can hold the bunny," Jacaerys interrupts, causing both you and Vincent to turn towards him. Vincent is speechless, and you can't help but smile. "Thank you, Prince Jacaerys," you say, placing the small bunny in his arms. Quickly turning to glare at your brother. "Jacaerys is fine," he replies with a light voice his eyes filled with a warmth you had never seen in a man before. Your heart quickens in your chest. You offer a small curtsy and a smile before taking your leave.

"You do not have to hold that thing," Vincent scoffs once you're inside. "I am fine, frankly I am quite fond of small animals," Jacaerys says, looking down at the bunny with tenderness. Vincent has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “you and my sister should get along nicely,” he says with a forced smile

~~~

You’re in the stable hours later brushing your horse when you notice Jacaerys in your peripheral. his gaze is fixed on you until you move to courtesy breaking his trance. "Forgive me," Jacaerys says sheepishly, "I've brought you, your bunny," he adds, nodding towards the sleeping bunny in his arms. "She seems to have taken a liking to you," you observe, surprised, as you admire the peacefully slumbering bunny.

"I believe I have taken a liking to her as well," he responds in a melodic tone, eliciting a giggle from you. Holding the small animal, he looked almost paternal, like a father cradling his babe. He seemed like a man destined for fatherhood.

"It's a shame you're a prince, you'd make a fine farmer," you jest, causing Jacaerys to chuckle softly, careful not to disturb the sleeping bunny. "A farmer?" he questions, taken aback. "You have a way with animals," you remark, leaning against the stable. "I did well with a bunny," Jacaerys admits. "A rather finicky bunny," you tease with a smile. The air between you two felt heavy, you felt unsure whether to flee or savor the moment. “Do you particularly enjoy animals?” Jacaerys asks breaking the tension. ”my father would say more than most” you chuckle. “But yes, I am very fond of animals” you continue. He nods im response. “I can put her in the cage," you offer recalling the bunny in his arms

Jacaerys nods carefully handing her over to you. "Did you hold her while conversing with my father?" you inquire with a smile. "No, your mother took her, but I felt compelled to return her to her rightful owner," Jacaerys replies, looking down at you intently. "I appreciate that," you say, smiling shyly as you look down at your feet, his gazing causing your heart to beat Rapidly in your chest.

"How did the discussion with my father fare?" you question as you walk towards your bunnies' cage needing the distance. "It went smoothly," Jacaerys responds with a smile, trailing behind you, like a dog on an invisible leash. "I am glad to hear that," you respond bending down to place your bunny in the cage with your other two. "He agreed to my proposal of 700 men and to support my mother's claim as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne."

"That is well," you remark with a smile as you place your bunny inside the cage. "He has also consented..." he pauses, kicking dirt under his feet, "to allow me to wed his eldest daughter, provided she agrees of course." His words cause you to freeze in place. You let out a quiet sigh as you close the cage gate. Standing up slowly, you face Jacaerys, but your expression lacks the same joy as his. Jacaerys hurries to rectify the situation. "I apologize if I misunderstood, I-" he begins, but you interrupt him. "-No, you did not," you interject, shaking your head.

“I am a bastard," you confess solemnly. "None in my family carry the Targaryen name, but my hair..." you pause, running your fingers through the silver strands. "Speaks for itself." Jacaerys remains silent, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for you to speak further. "They believe I am unaware, that I am not-" you stop, inhaling deeply "I cannot wed you in good consciousness knowing this." You admit,” It is sacrilegious, and unhonest” you state. The look on Jacaery's face is enough to break your heart in two alone.

“Understand that it is no fault of you're own” you rush out. “I am, just indecent” you confess with a sad smile, your head falling slightly.

“indecent?”Jacaerys scoffs walking closer, bridging the distance between you. He gently takes your hand, and you find yourself melting at his touch.

"Do you desire marriage?" Jacaerys questions, his thumb tracing over your palm as he tilts his head slightly to study your face. questioning was genuine, Jacaerys would respect your response regardless of his feelings.

The warmth of his touch spreads through you leaving you at a loss for words."If you do, Desire Marriage, I vow to construct a stable solely for you, and your creatures.” he says catching a glimpse of a smile on your face. “Your bunnies and horses, sheep, pigs, cats, whichever you desire!" he teases, his playful tone eliciting a laugh from you.

It was in that moment he settled never to witness you in sorrow. It was the bond between you, a connection that made you feel so familiar, so at ease with him from the beginning. "Wed me," he declares, looking down at you with eyes brimming with nothing but affection.

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"It's here," Jacaerys murmured, pressing against the stone wall. In an instant, the wall shifted, unveiling the interior of his chamber. Jacaerys strolled through, offering his hand to guide you. Once inside, Jacaerys pushed the wall back into position. As you explored his spacious room, admiring the decor. "How many maidens have you led through that passage?" you teased, a touch of seriousness in your tone, eyeing the wall you had just traversed.

"Only my wife," Jacaerys responded from behind you. "You know that," he added, his voice a soft hum against your neck. There was a moment of silence as you surveyed the grand room, "Where will my bunnies reside?" you quipped, eliciting a hearty laugh from Jacaerys. "In the stable, I promised to construct for my wife," he hummed, planting a kiss on the outer shell of your ear.

"Soon to be wife," you corrected.

"No," he disagreed, his warm breath caressing your neck. You felt his member poking you from behind. "We've already consummated our marriage," Jacaerys said, unraveling the laces of your dress with one hand and exploring your body with the other. "Several times," he chuckled to himself.

"You have to be married to consummate a marriage," you countered with a laugh, turning your head to meet his lips.

"I married you the moment I laid eyes on you," he mumbled against your mouth before turning your body around so you were to face him.

You laughed at Jacaerys' absurdity, a common occurrence when you two were in bed. Without you realizing it, he had loosened all the laces, leaving your top half bare with the dress hanging below like a skirt.

"it is sinful how much I need you," Jacaerys said, dropping to his knees before you. Planting kisses along your stomach. "The future mother of my children," he continued, showering you stomach with affection. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, but his touch sent shivers down your spine. With a firm tug, he removed your dress completely, leaving you exposed to him. He gazed at you intently, taking a deep breath before resting his chin on your stomach. "I love you," he confessed with a whisper, looking up at you with adoration, his hands gripping your torso.

His declaration sent a surge of electricity through your body, momentarily weakening your limbs. Jacaerys held you steady with a smile. "I love you too," you managed to reply before he swiftly carried you to his bed. Gently placing you on a mound of pillows, causing you to giggle. "Say it again," Jacaerys demanded, hovering over you as if ready to pounce. "That I love you?" you teased, eliciting a wide grin from him. "Yes," he nodded, eagerly awaiting your response.

"I am deeply in love with Prince Jacaerys," you whispered seductively in his ear, sitting up with your arms behind you. Jacaerys seized your lips in a fervent kiss, removing his tunic before pushing you back onto the bed, quickly throwing off his pants. “I’d like to show you my love,” he hummed slowly, kissing down your torso before pausing at your pelvis. “What are you doing?” You giggled, kicking at his chest with your feet. “I have been reading,” Jacaerys hummed, parting your knee. “On how to please a woman,” he continued, gazing down at your bare cunt. “You please me fine,” you smiled shyly, slipping your hand into his hair.

“Only fine?” Jacaerys taunted, trailing a finger down your leg, causing you to laugh and instinctively close your legs. “Keep them open” Jacaerys requested with a smirk. “Do you trust me?” Jacaerys asked his finger sliding through your folds. You arch your back in response making him smile. “Do you?” He teases collecting your juices on his finger. you nod feverishly. Jacaerys eagerly positioned himself between your legs, holding one back with his hand.

He began with gentle kitten licks on your clit, causing you to release soft moans. Your reactions spurred Jacaerys on, as he fervently licked over your clit with a heavy tongue, causing your breath to catch in your chest St the new sensation. He then buried himself beneath you. You moaned loudly, clawing at the bed as Jacaerys alternated between sucking hard on your clit and licking along your lips. In the throes of pleasure, you pushed Jacaerys' head against you, grinding yourself on his mouth. He hummed against your cunt, prompting you to release a loud moan that echoed off the chamber walls,

You had become a wailing mess above him, riding his face with abandon. Suddenly, Jacaerys seized control, pushing your legs back forcefully and holding them in place with his strength. He devoured your sex like a man possessed as if his very life depended on your pleasure. In a haze of lust, you found yourself screaming his name in Ecstasy. Even after you climaxed, he didn't stop. "Stay still," Jacaerys groaned, as you writhed beneath him. Eventually, overwhelmed by the intensity, you physically pushed him away. rising from the space between your legs in a daze. He moved back on top of you, the gleam of your desire evident on his face, his hair tousled and clinging to his cheeks.

“Did you enjoy it” Jacaerys inquired, gazing down at you with a playful grin. “I did” he continues with a smile wiping his face with the back of his hand. Unable to respond verbally due to the intensity of your climax, you nod reaching up to embrace him before planting a kiss on his lips. "Allow me to do it again?" he begged nuzzling into the curve of your neck. “I did not remember to use my fingers” he groaned. “you faired well without them” you reply breathlessly underneath him.

"However..." you trailed off, your finger tracing down his bicep. "I still desire all of my husband," you murmured with a smirk. He lifted his head, a grin spreading across his face at the mention of the word husband. "That can be arranged," he said with a chuckle before leaning in to kiss you. With his weight pressing down on you, you could feel his full length against you, and your core yearned to be connected with him once more. Just as you thought he would enter you, Jacaerys slid his member over your lips, teasing your clit.

"inside me," you moan, writhing beneath him. "Patience," Jacaerys huffs, holding your leg in place. "I want to savor the feeling of you," he groans, moving back and forth between your lips, the sensation causing him to shudder. "For when you're not with me," he adds, finally entering you. A mutual moan escapes both of you upon contact, Jacaerys allowing you a moment to adjust before withdrawing and thrusting back in. Starting at a painfully slow pace, he then adjusts slightly, using his arm to forcefully bring you down onto him, supporting himself with his free one. You throw your head back in ecstasy, emitting a loud moan as you move your hips against his repeatedly.

Suddenly, Jacaerys' thrusts begin to decelerate, prompting you to open your eyes and assess the situation. "I-" Jacaerys struggles to speak, his eyes rolling back. "-I won't last," he manages to say, still slowly moving inside you. "It's alright," you murmur, pushing yourself onto him faster, your neediness only arousing him further. Jacaerys repositions you again so he's lying back on the bed with you straddling him.

Still, within you, you eagerly move against his manhood “Still” Jacaerys groaned, gripping your waist firmly while pushing himself deeper inside you. His thumb on your clit moved in circular motions. "Does this please you?" he inquired as you ground yourself against him. You nodded enthusiastically, increasing your pace as you began to ride him fully. Jacaerys maintained his thumb on your clit and his hand on your waist as he thrust into you. With the sensation of his thumb circling your clit and his size inside you, you felt your climax approaching rapidly, knowing Jacaerys was close as well. You rode him with determination as if your very life depended on it. Jacaerys seemed to want to speak, but words eluded him. He threw his head back in ecstasy, and you followed suit, the fur blankets beneath you shifting as you both reached the peak of pleasure

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The two of you lay in bed, fingers intertwined, savoring the spark that passed between you. "I must depart come morning," you murmur, gazing down at your joined hands. "I am not prepared to be without you," Jacaerys replies, kissing your intertwined fingers. "The gods know I would remain if I could," you say, rolling onto your stomach. "But my brother awaits to take me home, and since he keeps our... affairs a secret," you pause, playfully flicking Jacaerys' lip with your finger, "it would not be wise to go against him.” you Add .

"I do not know what my father would do if he found out he’d-" you start to say, but Jacaerys interrupts, pulling you closer. "He will not discover us" he reassures, kissing you deeply. "You are truly insatiable," you laugh pulling away.ll "I will miss you more than you know," Jacaerys confesses. "I believe I know," you reply with a smile. Jacaerys shakes his head. "It's different, you carry my child with you..”

Jacaerys!" You cry out, "I do not desire for us to bring forth a child outside of marriage," you declare, striking his chest. "That is sacrilegious," you state firmly. "I am sacrilegious, a bastard," Jacaerys reminds you, his words teasing your neck. "Do you still long for me?" He questions with a chuckle kissing your neck. "You carry my child, I am certain of it," he says with a playful smile. Despite your attempts to resist, you find yourself drawn to the idea of bearing his children. However, a sense of dread washes over you as you realize how entirely possible that you may have conceived a child together. "My future heir," Jacaerys murmurs, placing his hand on your stomach.

"I hope some of our children inherit your hair," Jacaerys absentmindedly remarks, running his fingers through your silver curls. Lost in thought, you ponder what your family would think. "What should I tell them?" You inquire. "For now, nothing. But if necessary, we shall announce our marriage once the war is concluded, as your father wished," Jacaerys says, caressing your cheek. "Or we could wed in secret, and you could reside with me at Dragonstone," he jests, eliciting a chuckle from you.

"After the war?" You question, gazing up at him. "After the war," Jacaerys confirms, leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

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goldensunflowe-r · 6 months ago

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Every mother deserves a son like him!

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theghooligan · 8 months ago

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aemond one-eye “that’s-okay-they-can-die-for-my-aesthetic” targaryen:

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aeralux · 2 months ago

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"After Midnight" - Jacaerys Velaryon

Boyfriend!Jacaerys x Girlfriend!Reader (modern!au) Because the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 Calvin Klein ad still has me salivating Could be read as pt.2 to "Pretty When You Cry" or separately

Summary: You and Jace just relaxing before going to bed... in your underwear. He simply can't help but get turned on when admiring the view

Warnings: SMUT (18+); grinding; teasing (from both ends); oral (f!receiving); fingering; praising each other; the reader gets called slut twice (endearingly); both are switches (kinda?); fluffy; dry humping

Words: 4k

Notes: No description of the reader, except for having female parts and hair. I need this man biblically, I fear. If you do not like this content, do not read it.

𐔌 . ⋮ aera .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

It was a quiet evening, just like any other, really. You were straddling Jace's lap on the bed, scrolling Pinterest on your phone. It was late, and you were ready to go to bed, clad in your undies, a loose tee, and Jace in his boxers.

Suddenly you feel his cock twitching under you, getting harder just by you innocently sitting on his lap. What's the harm in teasing him a little?

You smirked, rolling your hips an experimental roll on top of his. When you heard a low groan coming from him, your phone was long forgotten. His sweet moans like music to your ears, and his beautiful face all twisted in pleasure. Any woman would go feral.

Beginning to grind against him, seeking friction against your now aching core. You could feel the head of his cock rubbing against your sensitive clit through the thin barrier of your underwear, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. Great. Now you'll need to change your underwear...

"Mmm, Jacaerys," you moaned softly, your brows furrowing in bliss as you continued to grind yourself against him. Doing all of this just to spur him on even more. You captured his lips in a heated kiss, your tongue delving into his mouth hungrily.

Jacaerys groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements as you ground yourself against him. He could feel your wetness through the thin fabric of your underwear, could feel the heat of your core as it pressed against his cock.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck, baby," he breathed, his voice hoarse with want. "You feel so fucking good."

He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear, tugging it to the side.

He rubbed his thumb over your clit, the pad of his finger circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, slick pooling out of you. He could feel you tremble above him, could hear your breath hitch as he touched you.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promised, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to make you scream my name until you're hoarse."

Oh, but he's got it all wrong. You are in charge right now (at least for a while).

You leaned back, a wicked smirk playing on my lips as you savoured the look of pure desire across Jacaerys' handsome features. Your hips continuing to grind against him, teasingly slow.

"Nuh-uh," you purred, your voice low and seductive. "You're gonna cum like this, pretty boy," you emphasised each word with a sensual roll of your hips. "You're gonna cum in your clean boxers from feeling my wet cunt rub against you like a good boy, yeah?"

You gazed down at him through hooded eyes, drinking in the sight of his face contorted in pleasure, the way his muscles tensed beneath you. The power you held over him at this moment sent pleasure straight to your core.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, nails lightly scraping against his skin as you kept up your torturous pace. You could feel his cock throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, the damp patch growing with each pass of your hips.

Jacaerys let out a low groan, his head falling back against the pillows as you teased him mercilessly. The feel of your wet heat against his cock was almost too much to bear, the friction driving him wild with need.

He could feel his release building, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing with the need to spill itself inside you.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust and adoration. "You're so fucking sexy," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained.

Without a word, you raised your hips just as he was about to let go. Denying his sweet release.

Jacaerys let out a frustrated groan as you did that, his hips bucking up desperately, seeking the friction he so desperately craved. "Fuck," he growled, his voice strained with need. "Don't tease me like this."

He could feel his cock throbbing, aching for relief, the damp patch in his boxers growing bigger with each passing second. He was so close, so fucking close, and the denial was almost too much to bear.

You simply looked down at Jacaerys with a cruel smile, your hips gently bouncing on his in a slow, tantalising rhythm. The friction was minimal, barely enough to tease, and you knew it was driving him wild.

"You want more, don't you, pretty boy?" You purred, your voice low and seductive. "You want to feel me, all of me, wrapped around your hot, throbbing cock."

You ran your nails lightly down his chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake.

Jacaerys let out a low, pained moan, his hips bucking up into your teasing touches. He could feel every nerve ending in his body screaming for more, begging for release, but you kept him on the edge, denying him the pleasure he so desperately craved.

"Yes," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Fuck, I want you. I need you. Please, baby, let me feel you."

He reached up, his hands gripping your hips, trying to pull you down onto him, but you resisted, keeping your movements slow and torturous.

"Tease," he accused, his voice strained. His weak accusations making you grin.

But even as he complained, he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, the way his eyes darkened with desire. He loved the way you were taking control, the way you drove him wild with need.

"If you want me to beg," he challenged, his voice low and seductive, "then I will beg. Please, please let me feel your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. Please let me fuck you until you're screaming my name."

A shiver runs down your spine as you hear his desperate pleas, almost giving in. His needy whimpers sending heat straight to your core. "Mmm, you sound so pretty when you beg for me," you purr, your voice thick with lust. "Such a good boy." Jace's eyes close in pleasure from the praise, letting out a low moan.

You grind your soaked folds along the length of his throbbing cock. The friction is delicious, the heat of him searing you even through the thin fabric of your underwear.

"Fuck, Jacaerys," you moan, your head falling back as you lose yourself in the sensation.

You grind your hips harder, faster, the friction borders on uncomfortable, but it feels so fucking good.

Jacaerys moans loudly as you grind against him. He can feel his cock throbbing, leaking pre-cum, the damp patch in his boxers growing with each pass of your hips.

"Yes," he hisses, his hands gripping your hips tightly, guiding your movements. "Fuck, just like that. Grind on my cock like a good girl."

He reaches up, his hands cupping your breasts, squeezing them roughly, thumbing your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. He leans up, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard, grazing it with his teeth.

"I'm so fucking close," he pants against your skin, his hips bucking up into yours. "Gonna cum in my fucking boxers if you keep this up."

He releases your nipple, leaving a wet patch on your shirt. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his face flushed with pleasure.

You lean back, giving him a wicked smirk as your hips grind against his with increasing desperation. "Mmm, my pretty boy," you say breathily.

You can feel his cock twitching beneath you, so hard and ready. You want to feel him soil himself, cum just from your touch, all pathetic and whiny, just for you. Making his mind blank from pleasure.

"That's it," you encourage, your voice low and breathy. "Cum in your fucking boxers like a good boy."

You can feel your own release building, your core clenching, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. But it’s not enough, though his release will be just as sweet nonetheless.

Jacaerys lets out a whiny, tortured moan as you tease and praise him. He can feel his release building, his cock throbbing, aching for relief, but he tries to hold back, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as possible.

"Fuck," he growls, his voice strained. "You're gonna make me cum like a fucking virgin..."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark and wild, his chest heaving with each laboured breath.

His hips buck up into yours, the friction beginning to get slightly uncomfortable, but still so incredibly pleasurable. He can feel his balls tightening, his cock pulsing, the pressure building to a breaking point.

"Please," he begs, his voice breaking on the word. "Please let me cum, please let me fill my fucking boxers with my seed."

He knows he's being pathetic, knows he sounds like a desperate, needy mess, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is his release.

You grind your wet, dripping pussy harder against Jacaerys' throbbing cock, feeling every inch of him through our barely-there layers. Your panties are thoroughly soaked, and there is a wet patch on the front of his boxers, right where his hard shaft is.

"Mmh, fuck," you breathe, losing yourself in the delicious friction. You guide his face to your chest, and he eagerly latches onto your nipple again through your top, his warm mouth sending sparks of pleasure through you.

Jacaerys whimpers against your nipple, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He can feel his cock throbbing, aching for release, the pressure building to an unbearable level.

"Cum for me, Jace," you coo, your nails raking down his back and neck now. "Be pathetic, fill your boxers like a good boy..."

He sucks harder on your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he grinds up into you, seeking more friction, more heat.

You press your hips down harder, desperate for more. You want to feel him lose control, soak himself just from your touch. You're so fucking close, but you’ll deal with that later. Right now, all that matters is getting him to cum in his 'pants'.

He releases your nipple, panting heavily as he looks up at you, his eyes wild and desperate. "Fuck," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm so fucking close. Gonna cum like a pathetic little boy, just for you."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, his voice high and desperate. "Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum."

His cock pulses once, twice, three times, and then he's coming, spilling himself in his boxers, ruining his clean boxers. He moans loudly, his face buried in your chest, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out his release.

He collapses back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat. He looks up at you, his eyes glassy and unfocused, a satisfied and tired smile on his face.

"Holy shit," he pants, his voice hoarse.

"Look at the mess you made," you purr, teasing him as you glance down at the damp patch on Jacaerys' boxers. Your panties were sticky as well, with your juices and his hot seed.

With a smile, you hook your fingers under the bottom of your soaked panties, slowly pulling them to the side. The cool air hits your slick folds, making you shudder. You're aching for release, your pussy wet and messy with his sticky seed and your arousal.

"Clean me up, pretty boy," you coo, spreading your legs wider on top of him, leaning back and giving him a perfect view of your glistening sex.

Jacaerys swallows hard, his eyes locked onto your glistening folds. He can see his own release mixed with your juices, the sight making his cock twitch in his soiled boxers.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "So fucking messy."

Jace pushes you gently onto your back, quickly settling in between your thighs. With an urgency you've never seen before, he quickly tugs down your cute panties, groaning at the sight.

He wastes no time, leaning in and burying his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your folds, tasting the mix of your arousal and his own release. He moans at the taste, the sounds vibrating against your sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh fuck!" you moan, your brows furrowing in pleasure. Your hands instinctively go to his hair, tugging him closer to your dripping cunny. You try to grind against his tongue, seeking more, but his iron grip on your ass holds you in place.

"All it took was someone to touch this messy little pussy, and you're back to being all docile," Jace smirks, his teasing words sending a shiver down your spine. He's right, and you both know it. The moment he touches you, and takes control, you turn submissive. It feels too good to have him take control and let him do whatever he wants to you.

You arch your back, pushing your hips forward, desperate for more. "Yes," you pant, your voice breathy and needy. "I just want to be a good girl for you, Jace."

Jacaerys' ego swells at your words, a smug grin spreading across his face. He loves how responsive you are to his touch, how easily he can reduce you to a needy, desperate mess with just a flick of his tongue.

He continues his oral assault on your pussy, his tongue delving deep, fucking you hard and fast, before circling your clit, teasing you mercilessly. He alternates between long, slow licks and quick flicks, paying attention to your reactions.

"Mmm, such a good girl," he purrs, the words muffled against your wet flesh. "Such an obedient little slut for me." Your eyes widen at his dirty words, a whimper escaping your lips. Only he could call you a 'slut' and make it feel like praise.

He slides two fingers into your tight heat, pumping them in and out, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. At the same time, he seals his lips around your clit, sucking hard, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue.

"Fuuuck," you shriek, your hips stuttering as he repeatedly hits the soft spot inside your velvety walls, making you see white spots. But it doesn't last long. Jacaerys soon pulls up and flashes you a teasing smirk.

He blows cool air over your heated flesh, watching your tight hole contract, as you writhe beneath him. "You want to be a good girl for me?" he asks, his voice rough with lust. "What does a good girl do?"

You look at him with wide glossy eyes, clit pulsing with need. "I-I don't... what?" You ask him, mind blank from his assault on your sopping pussy.

Jacaerys chuckles darkly, amused by your dazed expression. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, how he's reducing you to a needy, desperate mess with just his mouth and fingers.

"A good girl begs for what she wants," he explains, his voice low and commanding. "A good girl tells her master exactly what she needs."

He leans in, his breath hot against your inner thigh. "So tell me, baby. Tell me what you want. Beg for it. Show me how much you need it."

He punctuates each word with a teasing flick of his tongue against your clit, the brief contact sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Before the words even register, you find yourself pleading with him, your best puppy-dog eyes trained on his face. "Please, Jace," you whimper, your voice cracking with desperation. "I missed you so much. Fuck."

"Come on, sweetheart," he coaxes, his voice gentle despite the filthy words. "I know you can do better than that. Beg for my tongue, beg for my fingers. Beg for me to make you cum like the desperate little slut you are."

You bite your lip, your cheeks flushing with heat as you admit, "Every time I touched myself at night, I thought of you. Your tongue, your fingers... your fat cock," you say, drawing out the last words in a sultry whine.

You squirm beneath him, your pussy contracting with need. "Please, I want to gush all over your tongue. I want to be a good girl for you, Jace."

You look at him through your lashes, your eyes wide and pleading. "Please. I need you. I need your mouth on me. I need to cum."

acaerys groans at your desperate pleas, his cock throbbing in his boxers. He loves seeing you like this, so needy and wanton, begging for his touch. It strokes his ego in the best ways.

"Fuck, you're so sexy when you beg," he praises, his voice low and rough. "So desperate for my cock, for my mouth. Such a good little slut for me."

He buries his face between your thighs once more, his tongue delving deep into your heat, fucking you hard and fast. He licks up your slit, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He sucks hard, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his lips creating a delicious suction. At the same time, he pumped his fingers into your tight channel. His tongue works your clit while his fingers fuck you hard and fast, the obscene wet sounds of his mouth on your pussy filling the room. Your coquettish high-pitched moans reaching the neighbours, surely.

"Fuck, I missed you so much. Thought about you and your sweet cunt all day and night," his dirt yet sweet words make your pussy clench around his digits, drawing a smirk from him.

"You...you did?" You breathe, your voice trembling. You tug at his hair, needing to feel him closer to ensure this is real.

You pull him to your pussy, needing his mouth on you, needing him close. "Show me," you urge him, your voice desperate. "Show me how much you missed me."

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groans, the words muffled against your flesh. "Missed this sweet little cunt. Missed the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you scream for me."

He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark and intense. "Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. Gonna make you shake and scream and gush all over my face. Gonna make you forget everything except my name."

With that promise, he dives back in, his tongue and fingers working you over, pushing you closer and closer to that brink of pleasure.

"Ahh!" you shriek in ecstasy, your back arching off the bed as Jace's skilled tongue works you over. Each flick against your clit sends electrifying waves of pleasure through your body, your muscles tightening as you climb higher and higher towards your peak. You squeeze your eyes shut, lost in the intense sensations consuming you.

It feels so damn good, his mouth on you, devouring your most intimate places. The way he sucks and licks, the filthy noises he makes, it's all driving you wild. You can feel your orgasm building, your core clenching, the pressure growing.

"Oh god, Jace, yes!" You cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against you. You grind your hips against his face, desperate for more, chasing that delicious high.

You're so close, teetering on the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Just a little more, a little harder. You can feel it, your body tensing, your toes curling, your whole world narrowing to the incredible pleasure radiating from your core.

"Please, please, please," you chant, your voice high and desperate.

Jacaerys feels you tensing, your body coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. He can sense your impending orgasm, can feel it in the way your muscles quiver beneath him, can taste it in the flood of your arousal on his tongue.

He works his fingers at an almost punishing pace, your juices making it easy for him to slip them in and out of you.

"That's it, baby," he growls, the words vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "Cum for me. Cum all over my face. Let go, let go."

He seals his lips around your clit once more, sucking hard, flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.

And with a final flick of his tongue, a final pump of his fingers, he sends you flying, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your orgasm washes over you. A single, loud moan slips out, your voice breaking with the intensity of your pleasure. "Oh fuck!" You cry out, your head spinning, your vision blurring at the edges.

Your hands tremble as they pet Jace's hair, urging him on as he fingers you through the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure.

Jacaerys moans as you cum on his tongue, your sweet nectar flooding his mouth, your body shaking and jerking beneath him. He continues to lap at your clit, to pump his fingers into your fluttering channel, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible.

He slows his touches as you start to come down, his tongue licking soft and slow over your sensitive flesh, soothing you as your body twitches and flutters. He presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, to your mound, his slight stubble tickling your skin.

Finally, he pulls back, looking up at you with a satisfied smirk. He licks your essence from his lips, his eyes dark and hungry. "Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered," he says in a dark voice.

He crawls up your body, pressing soft kisses to your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, until he reaches your mouth. He kisses you deeply, sharing your taste with you, letting you feel the heat of your own arousal on his tongue.

"You're incredible," he murmurs against your lips, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. "The hottest, sexiest woman I've ever met. And you're all mine."

"Wow," you giggle as you hear his words, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "And I have the most handsome, the prettiest man," you whisper into his ear. "You know I'm bad with compliments, so enjoy this," you tease him with a soft smirk playing on your lips.

Jacaerys chuckles, nuzzling into your neck, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. "Well, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?" he teases back, his hand trailing down your side, over the curve of your hip, coming to rest on your ass.

He gives it a squeeze, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Pretty boy, huh? Guess I can't argue with that. Especially when you're staring at me with those pretty eyes of yours, all fuck-drunk and satisfied."

You whine softly as Jace's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your rear. But as his words reach your ears, a smile overtakes your features, pupils wide.

"And it's all because of you," you murmur, your voice low and breathy. "I'm all yours, any way you want me."

You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with tenderness, brushing your thumb gently over his lower lip.

Jacaerys captures your thumb between his teeth, giving it a playful nip before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digit. He looks down at you through his lashes, his eyes dark and hooded, still filled with lingering lust.

He releases your thumb with a wet pop, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Mmm, mine," he says, his voice low and possessive. "All mine to touch, to taste, to fuck."

"And I intend to do all of those things, over and over again. Until you're sore and satisfied, mind blank and body limp."

He punctuates his words with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His hand moves from your ass to your lower back, pulling you closer.

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lilycatttt · 7 months ago

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Im lowkey scared of what she’s gonna bring

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd s2 #hotd spoilers #hotd season 2 #pro team black #team black #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #alys rivers #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond #daemon targaryen #jacerys targaryen

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writing-whenever-whatever · 30 days ago

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Your duty is here

Velaryon (strong) reader x cregan stark

Summary : you’re lucerys twin sister the only daughter to Rhaenyra is sent with your older brother Jace to winterfell to meet your betrothed lord cregan stark for the first time after your marriage to lord stark things start to go wrong leaving you and your family with holes in their hearts

Warnings : Warnings : 18+ mdni, p in v sex, f!oral, blood, loosing virginity, fingering, praise kink, cream pie, talk of pregnancy, hickeys, arranged marriage, wedding drama, jealousy, death, grief, loving family, comfort, use of high Valyrian, not proof read

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It’s early in the morning when I’m sat in my room watching the sun rise through my window as I hear a knock on my door and enters one of my maids to help me dress and prepare for the day and the travels I have ahead of me.

“ good morning Katia” I look at her smiling sweetly “ what dress have you got me for my travels today” i see her walk in holding a thick black and red dress that’s suitable for travelling on dragon back “ this is the dress your mother wishes you to wear and then we’ll pack you some others for when you’re there” I smile at her “ thank you katia” I smile as I stand up and she starts helping me into the dress lacing it up from the back tightly “ you’ll be grateful for the thick material we chose once you reach the north the weather is known to be not as warm as it is hear” she says gently pulling the laces till the dress fits snug against my figure.

“ have you ever been north katia” I look at her my eyes drifting to the floor slightly “ I haven’t princess but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your life there I’ve heard lord cregan stark is a kind man” I nod looking at her “ I hope so” I sigh quietly katia runs her fingers through my hair platting sections into a half up half down look taming my wild dark curls as I hear a knock on my door “ enter” I call out still facing the large mirror that sits opposite my bed.

Luce walks in dragging his feet as he’s dressed in his dragon riding gear his hair is slightly messy and he smiles at me as he sees how beautiful I look “ you look lovely sister” he says walking to me “ thank you Luce I’m glad you like it” I say hugging him “ I can’t believe we’re being separated “ I look down sadness filling my face he rests his hand on my cheek “ hey don’t be like that we have a connection and I’ll never be too far away I promise “ he runs his thumb sliding across my cheek bone stroking it gently “ promise to write” I look at him as he nods “ i promise I’ll right as soon as I return back from storms end and you must tell me everything of this cregan stark I must know if he is deserving of my sweet twin” I giggle at his protective nature “ I’m sure Jace would step in if he isn’t suitable brother trust me” I kiss his cheek “ let us go to breakfast before we all depart” he says taking my hand in his as we walk to the dining hall in dragon stone.

The early morning sun is draping through the window as we sit at the table me Luce and Jace on one side baela and rhaena on the other mother and Damon at each end as plates of fruit, cakes, meat and cheeses are brought out on platters i sit taking a bunch of grapes eating them slowly not wanting to eat too much knowing it would make me ill if I ate too much before flying.

I look over at my brothers who are stuffing themselves with meats and cakes as if it is thier last good meal in a while I look up at my mother “ what do they eat in the north” I question placing a grape in my mouth “a lot of warm foods like stew, pie and bread but they do have cakes too” my mother looks at me a gentle smile on her face as I scrunch my nose up at the thought of eating nothing but stew “ you’ll adjust y/n do not worry sweetling” she giggles at my displeasure “ I don’t think I will” I look down slightly picking up some of the food on the table passing it to the maid next to me “ please have some of this packed in my bag for later thank you” Jace laughs at me a large toothy grin on his face “ you’ll be fine y/n” he touches the back of my hand “ trust me” I look down nodding slightly going quiet Luce looks at me he leans into my ear whispering “ if you hate it then I’ll come for you” I giggle my face lifting into a smile as he places a soft kiss on my cheek I see rhaena’s lip twitch in disgust her eyes burning into me filled with jealousy as she rises from her seat leaving the table without asking, baela soon follows concerned about her sister as she rushes off.

Rhaenyra sighs slightly watching the two girls run off “ it’s only for a few days y/n then you’ll come back home or if you like it there you can stay and grant lord cregan stark as your husband “ I look at her “ I do not want a husband I want to fight I want to help you and the family get your birth right back” daemon lets out a laugh as rhaenyra bangs on the table rising from her seat “ you’re doing your part y/n it’s not safe for you” I sigh going quiet again daemon looks at me “ your mother was like you once now look at her a loyal wife and she enjoys married life and so will you” I nod staying quiet now letting my eyes stay down on my lap instead of looking at anyone at the table. I finally rise from my seat “ I’m going to finish getting ready” I walk off without another word.

I walk into my chambers again seeing katia and two other maids packing my bags “ they just want to sell me off “ I pace back and forth “ that’s all mother wants to do “ katia grabs my shoulders stoping my pacing “ calm down princess your mother is doing what is best for you what will keep you safe” I look at her “ your on her side you think I’m weak that I can not fight” I pull myself away from her “ who else thinks such a thing is true” tears well in my eyes “ listen to my y/n she just wants you safe in the north instead of being made to fight in this war and taken by the greens as a prisoner god knows what aegon would do to a woman prisoner” I shudder at the thought pulling away from her “ I can not be useful if bound to a bed chamber with a swollen belly” she shakes her head “ you are useful you are passing on your mothers legacy continuing her blood line” I sit on the edge of the bed “ do what you can to make your mother proud from a safe distance princess it is what is best” she rests her hand on my knees crouching in front of me as I nod.

A few moments pass and the maids close my bags finally finishing the packing I get up hugging Katia and the other two “ if I do not return be safe and thank you for being so kind” I smile sweetly as they hug me back I turn to see Jace in the door way “ you ready” he tilts his head his curls falling infront of his face making me giggle “ I am brother” he smiles as I walk to him he rests his hand on my lower back guiding me to the steps down to the dragon pit where mother and Luce are talking as I walk closer Luce looks at me a smile on his face “ next time I see you you may be a married woman” his eyes filled with pride “ we do not know that for certain I haven’t even met the man yet and I do not see myself getting married without my twin by my side” he wraps his arms around me enveloping me in a tight squeeze pushing my head to his chest “ Jorrāelagon ao lēkia” ( love you brother) I mumble into his chest as he kisses the top of my head “Jorrāelagon ao tolī mandia sir sagon ȳgha se remember naejot bardugon” (Love you more sister now be safe and remember to write) I take in his scent one more time before he lets go stepping back letting mother step forward “ y/n be on your best behaviour in the north promise me you will give lord cregan a chance” I nod “ the journey will be a long one and it will be very different from dragon stone but you’ll grow to love it” she rests her hand on my cheek “ be safe”

she turns to Jace continuing to talk to him as I make my way into the dragon pit where my dragon Xylix is resting she is a beautiful dragon who is young but also extremely large in size bigger than vermax and arrax who are both older than her, her scales are a cool toned silver with black tinges to I them her eyes are a bright orange and she has spikes that travel down from the top of her head to the bottom of her tail “ Skorkydoso issi īlon tubī dōna hāedar” ( how are you today sweet girl) I coo running my hands along her scaled neck her head tilts to me as she nudges me playfully I giggle “Issi ao ready syt nykeā bōsa jēda hen sōvegon” ( are you ready for a long time of travel?) She lets out a low rumbling noise joint by a clicking I smile as she lowers herself as if preparing for me to mount my saddle

I can hear jaces footsteps coming into the pit as I climb onto Xylix’s back as he comes into sight and vermax comes out to meet him “ are you ready to fly sister “ he asks his voice calm and caring “ I’m ready brother I shall meet you in the skys” I hold onto the saddle “Sōvegon xylix vermax jāhor join īlva isse se jēdar” (Fly xylix, vermax will join us in the sky) she starts flapping her wings moving herself out of the pit and as the fresh air hits my skin soon enough we’re in the sky flying a few minutes pass and Jace joins me flying next to me I can see lucerys flying on arrax in the opposite direction.

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We stay flying for hours through the thick growing clouds watching as the sun starts to fade in the distance making the skys glow in oranges and pinks it’s beautiful “ sister we should stop to rest we’ve been flying for 10 hours straight “ Jace cry’s across to me “ is it safe to land here” I look at him furrowing my eye brows “ it is safe for a break we shall rest and refresh for a while then we can take off again” he smiles at my concern “ Tegon xylis sīr īlon kostagon rest” (land xylis so we can rest) I call out following in jaces actions as both our dragons lower down from the skies towards the ground.

As we land near the vale we set up camp by a tree I look at Jace watching as he sets up a fire and takes out blankets “ sister rest” he looks at me “ I am ok Jace I’ll rest when I need it” I smile resting my head back against the soft green grass surrounding us I watch the Skys as they turn slightly darker “ isn’t beautiful “ he looks at me “ what is” he questions as he settles himself next to me “ nature it is beautiful when not destroyed by peoples actions” I sigh as he wraps his arms around me in a close embrace “ rest little sister you need to rest we take off again in 5 hours” I rest my head against him “ it will be night soon brother are you sure it’ll be safe” I tilt my head “ the night will be smoother than the day a little wind or rain maybe but we’ll be ok” he smiles as I rest my eyes and i slowly start to relax.

When I wake there are two skinned birds cooking on the fire I look at Jace who’s sat watching them cook as the sky grows darker “food will be ready soon sister” he says softly running his fingers through my hair “ have the dragons eaten anything “ I tilt my head looking up at him “ they have had some food but they will be fed properly at winterfell” I rest my head on his shoulder “ i understand how much longer do we fly “ I look at him sweetly as he passes me one of the birds “ a day and a half it is quite a long journey but if we do it with few breaks it will go well” I nod agreeing with him as I tuck in to the bird.

After another hour I get up ready to start flying again “ I’m ready brother let us leave” the skies are now black twinkling with stars as we rise up into them there is a slight twinge in the air that brings chills but we go onwards flying till sun rise and on further.

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A few days pass and we finally arrive in winterfell the cold air freezes my bones causing me to shiver and Xylix grumbled her scales burning hot trying to keep her warm as we settle onto the ground that’s covered in a white powdery substance that crunches under foot i climb off her back and run straight to Jace uncertain of this strange new place.

We see two lower class men leave the gates of winterfell with lanterns to light up the path from the growing darkness of night “ prince princess welcome to winterfell” they greet us bowing slightly “ lord cregan is waiting inside along with a hot meal for you both” the man offers me his arm to hold onto but I ignore it holding onto Jace I turn to look at xylix one lay time “Umbagon kesīr xylix sagon sȳz” (Stay here xylix be good ) Jace smiles at me as we turn and start to walk to the gates of winterfell.

When we finally enter the winterfell castle the warm still air along with the smell of steak pie and ale hits me I hold onto jace more as I feel all the men in the room who are sat tucking into plates of food then to stare at us “ Skoros issi pōnta jurnegēre rȳ” (what are they staring at?) I look up at him furrowing my brows as I swallow a rising lump in my throat “ Pōnta’re admiring aōha gevie dōna mandia Ziry’s daor tolvie tubis pōnta’re isse se company hen royalty” (they admiring your beauty sweet sister it’s not every day they’re in the company of royalty) he says brushing a stray curl behind my ear.

A large man stands up walking over to us from the front of the hall he’s in thick fur clothes a direwolf pin holding his cloak to his shoulders his shoulder length brown hair is untamed and wild his deep grey eyes boring into me “ prince princess it is great to have you in winterfell” he bows slightly as he rises a small smile is toying on his lips “ you must be lord cregan stark” Jace says smiling giving me a slight side eye as I fidget uncomfortably as I keep my eyes connected with the lord stark’s.

“ you must be exhausted we have food and refreshments prepared for you and then there are rooms ready for you with your belongings” I smile looking at him “ thank you my lord “ he nods at me before leading us to the table where he was occupied prior to greeting us “ i hope you do not mind that you will both be sat next to me” he jests “ we do not mind at all lord stark it is best that you and my sister are well introduced “ Jace smiles as I roll my eyes as cregan pulls out my chair for me I sit down “ thank you” I say as he pushes me back to the table I giggle a light blush rising to my face “ you northerners seem to be very strong my lord” he looks at me a smirk rising to his face “ the stronger the people the more work gets done princess” he sits next to me taking a sip from his cup ale.

“ I guess you’re right with that” I sigh looking down at the plate of pie, mash and veg that has been placed infront of me by a servant I look at her a gentle smile on my face “ thank you” she simply nods before rushing away “ this food is very different from what we have at home” Jace says a uncertain smile on his face as he takes his fork in his hand poking at the food on his plate “ it’s best to eat hot food with the cold weather here” cregan says looking at me “ but I’m sure when you’re my lady wife the kitchen staff can make anything you want” I blush more as I take a mouthful “ this is delicious” I smile at him as I take more “ I’m glad you like it” cregan says smiling as he starts to eat his own pie.

I sit back after eating half of the food on my plate feeling full up “ are you alright princess you haven’t finished your plate “ cregan looks at me concerned I look at him sweetly as Jace pipes up “ my sister doesn’t have much of an appetite for savoury foods “ i glare across at him “Gaomagon daor embarrass issa lēkia” (do not embarrass me brother) I snap as he looks at me smugly “Lo ziry’s going naejot sagon aōha valzȳrys, ziry’ll emagon naejot gīmigon everything bē ao” (if he’s going to be your husband, he’ll have to know everything about you) cregan sits back observing our little spat as we go back and forth arguing in high valerian he seems entertained as he observes us “I do not mind princess everyone has a preference “ cregan rests his large rough hands in the back of mine making a red blush rise to my cheeks “what’s your favourite treat ” he looks at me tilting his head “ I like jam tarts and lemon cakes but I love natural fruits too like grapes, apples and berries” I look at him smiling “ do you have a sweet tooth cregan” he sits back on his chair thinking for a second “ I have bitter pallet than a sweeter one “ I nod smiling up at him “ I guess opposites attract” Jace jests looking at me “Lo ao istan dēmagon hembar naejot issa nyke would actually hīlagon ao” (if I was sat next to you right now I’d actually hit you) i spit at him slightly but all i get in response is an entertained laugh leaving jaces mouth as he leans back on his chair “ it’s Clear she likes you lord stark” he says through gasps for air as he keeps laughing clutching his sides “ I’m glad to hear that princess being you’re quite beautiful and sweet I’d be glad to call you my wife” I hide my face in my hands blushing violently “ thank you cregan you’re kind but I must know you more before making a decision “ he chuckles a low gruff laugh “ I understand and I’ll enjoy getting to know you through your visit”.

As the night goes on me and cregan get to know a lot about each other he learns that I’m lucerys younger twin sister my favourite foods hobbies and that I’m desperate to do my duty for my mothers corse even if it means not being able to fight in my mothers name. I learn that cregan is the eldest son of rickon stark that he has a younger brother who passed early in life he gained the title of lord of winterfell and warden of the north when he was ten and three and that he is a loyal man who believes in holding an oath no matter the consequences.

As I get to know him more I sit sipping a cup of wine slowly falling for him as he looks at me a smile on his face my heart flutters “ people really didn’t over exaggerate your beauty y/n “ he smirks as I flutter my eyelashes “ you should know that beauty is power” I giggle at him as he looks confused “ how” I lean forward resting my elbow on the table “ well if your beautiful more people are loyal to you they gift you things and just will do anything to be in your presence “ i explain looking up at him a look of pride on my face “ how did you learn this” he furrows his brows “ I learnt it young when I started to develop my uncles started to lust over me I learned I could ask for anything they’d do it and they’d gift things to me just to see me smile” I giggle remembering how aegon and Aemond treated me so well just to be near me “ well I’m glad you’re here now you can use your beauty here in the north” I giggle looking at him “ you’re quite beautiful your self my lord” I run my fingers through his hair “ you flatter me princess” i giggle as he kisses my cheek “ it’s getting late may I walk you to your chambers” I blush more nodding as I take his arm “ good night brother see you in the morrow” i kiss his cheek before leaving with cregan.

He walks me to a rather large bed chamber with a large crackling fire burning a four poster bed with thick furs as well as bed sheets the window had a view of the gods wood that has trees of red and orange mixed with that same white that greeted us earlier today then in the wash room there is a steaming hot bath prepared as I look around the room .

cregan comes up behind me resting he’s hand on my waist “ I do hope you like this room but if you become my wife I hope even more well share a bed chambers” I turn around to look at him “ I would like that a lot” I giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck going on my tiptoes to kiss his lips leaving him slightly shocked as I walk away into the bathing room “ good night cregan” I call out as I unlace my dress giving him a small glimpse of my naked body before I slip into the tub “ good night princess “ he stutters out extremely flustered before leaving.

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Cregan goes back to my brother who is still sat in the hall drinking ale and talking to the northerners he sits back in his seat “ your sister is quite the cheeky minx my prince” his face still red with blushing “ I’m glad she likes you, you aren’t the first she’s been offered a marriage from most of them she despised I think she was expecting mother to betroth her to lucerys but he is already with a woman as am I” he looks at cregan a smile on his face as he sees an intrigued look on him

“ her and lucerys are very close but do not be alarmed by it tis just the twin bond they hold” he chuckle “ my prince I have learnt a lot about your sister this evening she even shared her lips with mine is it enough to marry her” he questions “ leave it another day you must see her in the day time not just in the night she may seem different” he looks at cregan pride in his eyes “ you will look after her won’t you” he says voice wavering slightly “ of course will my prince she will be safe by my side now and always”.

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As the morning sun rises I look out of my window seeing cregan and a hunting team out in the woods I sit there watching resting my head inn my hands as I admire him I do not realise Jace walking into my room he creeps up next to me “ what are you looking at”I jump out my skin falling back off my chair he laughs historically “nothing I wasn’t looking at anything “ he pulls me up off the floor “ well it seems you were staring at lord stark” he tease me “ he is lovely isn’t he” I look at him red blush flushing my face “I’m glad you’ve found your someone sister” he pulls me into an embrace “he is fond of you” he looks down at me “ he wishes to marry you” I blush more nodding “ I’d like that” I giggle as Jace twirls me around playfully “my sweet little sister a beautiful bride you shall make” he looks at me eyes full of pride as he lets go of my hand “ get dressed I shall meet you in the hall” he smiles as I rush to my wardrobe where all my clothes have been unpacked.

I look through them all of them thick and warm to protect me from the chill of the north I pick out a dark blue dress it had a silver belt around the waist with the Targaryen crest in the centre, a low neck line that has a fur collar and long sleeves I look in the mirror as I tie my own laces tightening them as much as I can till it fits snug then I run my fingers through my wild curls then going to join Jace in the hall.

I run down the long stone corridors stumbling slightly as my feet slip on an odd bit of ice that’s made its way into the castle making me giggle as I walk into the hall standing next to Jace “ you look beautiful sister” he rests his hand on mine holding it gently “ thank you” I giggle looking up at him “ I feel like I’ll have fun here” he pulls me into a hug “ good I’m glad” he pulls away to take a seat at the table “ oh I forgot to tell you that Luce had to go back to dragon stone the weather was too torrential to travel to storms end and mother instructed him to go back in a week” I sit back “ is he ok is he safe” trying to hide the panic in my voice “ he is fine y/n he’s safe” I nod taking a deep breath to calm myself as I see cregan enter into into the hall.

“ lord stark good morning “ I smile as he walks towards us he has white flex of snow in his hair and on the fur of his jacket “ good morning y/n did you sleep well” he asks taking his seat next to me “ very well thank you” I look up at him smirking “how did you sleep” I take his hand in mine looking at him “ I slept well thank you princess “ I lean in close to his ear whispering to him “ did you dream of me” he blushes violently I giggle more he wraps his arm around me “ you cheeky minx” he pulls me into his lap I sit across his lap looking at Jace a wide grin on my face “ I know it’s still not been long but will you marry me now” I look up at cregan “ perhaps” I look at him a smug smile on my face as I lean in my lips inches away from his “ I like you cregan stark you’re a good man not like some of the other people that have offered me their hand” my soft breath hitting his face “ i believe I may marry you” he pulls me into kissing me roughly and passionately his hands on my waist as i wrap my arms around his neck have sits back watching it in shock.

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As the day goes on I adventure out the castle walls going into the woods exploring the wintery wonderland that surrounds me going deep into the trees picking up the fallen leaves then I find a large tree with winding roots I sit under it taking out a book i’d brought with me about the histories of winterfell and start reading loosing myself to the history of the north. I read for hours not noticing the snow falling from the sky as the day starts fading away. I hear footsteps getting closer to me suddenly I put my book down looking up at cregan who is looking down at me “ it’s getting cold out here princess “ he sits next to me “ I must have lost myself in thought I’m so sorry “ he pulls me into him “ tis ok I’m glad you’re adjusting to the north well” I rest my head on his shoulder “ this place is so peaceful “ I look at him smiling sweetly “ come on let us go inside before the snow swallows us” I nod getting up holding onto his strong arm as we go back into the castle.

“ since you agreed to being my wife the wedding will take place later this week” I tilt my head looking up at him “ why so soon are you that desperate for me” I giggle teasing him slightly “ well I was told by the prince your brother lucerys would be able to come but any time later he’ll be busy” I blush looking up at him “ thank you for making sure he can come “ I rest my head on him “ i know he’s important to you” he holds me close as we finally get back into the castle.

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Within the next few days everything had been sorted it seems slightly rushed but it’s gone well. It’s two days till the wedding when mother and lucerys arrive with baela and rhaena when I see them outside the gate I run out the door excited to see them I run straight to Luce and hug him tightly basically jumping into his arms “ my beautiful sister how are you” he holds me a big smile on his face “ I’m great but I’ve missed you” he smiles looking down at me as I rest my feet back on the floor “ I’m glad to hear your betrothal to cregan has been going well” my mother speaks up looking at me “ he is so lovely mother” I assure her smiling happily as I see cregan walking out the doors of the castle “ my queen it’s good to have you and your family in winterfell for our wedding “ he smiles looking at how I join his side looking extremely excited to see my family again.

Rheana and baela both look me up and down with a look of hatred in thier face that makes my stomach drop I’ve always known that they don’t like me but they’ve never looked at me like that as they push thier way into the castle of winterfell cravens eyes follow them a small scowl growing in his face “ don’t worry about them cregan they are jealous of the attention i get from my brothers” he wraps his arm around my shoulder pressing his face against my cheek “ they don’t deserve the attention you get my love” i giggle blushing violently as he turns back to my family resting his hands on the small of my back “ let us go inside the castle so we can properly welcome you all.” He smiles turning to walk into the castle with everyone following behind him.

He leads to the hall where a feast has been prepared “ welcome to the north” he smiles “ you can drink and eat as much as you want we are celebrating” he chuckles “ you aren’t married yet cregan” my mother looks at him “ we must celebrate the fact that you are here in the north my queen” he looks at me I smile “ we are simply excited mother tis all” she rests her hand on my cheek “ as long as you’re happy my girl” I giggle “ I am very happy mother” she looks at me smiling running her hand over my head placing a kiss on my forehead “ we shall celebrate then” she smiles.

As the celebrations commence I sit next to Luce my head resting on his shoulder as we talk in high valerian “Nyke istan sīr zūgagon bona ao wouldn’t settle kesīr” ( I was so concerned that you wouldn’t settle here) Luce whispers to me holding my hand in his “Nyke emagon settled sȳrī lēkia gaomagon daor zūgagon”(I have settled well brother do not fear ) he kisses my forehead gently ignoring the evil stares that rhaena gives us “Aōha jorrāelagon daor raqagon issa” ( your betrothed doesn’t like me) I look at rhaena as I lean to lucerys cheek kissing it “Gaomagon daor torment zȳhon mandia” ( do not torment her sister) he chuckles looking at me with a beaming smile on his face cregan turns to look at both of us a smile on his face “ jace was right to say your behaviours together is quite peculiar” i look at him giggling “ don’t be jealous cregan our love is simply a twin bond” cregan smiles “ i do not mind i like the fact family means a lot to you” he kisses my cheek pulling me back to him making me squeal quietly and giggle “ im glad my sister has found a loving man such as yourself” Luce looks at cregan smiling “ but if you hurt her at all I will come for you” he keeps a smile on his face before tucking into the food on his plate.

Cregan looks down at me raising his eyebrow slightly concerned by luce’s threat “ tis a jest he’s joking” i giggle resting my head against him “ but you aren’t gonna hurt me so he’d never need to hurt you” i take a swig of wine from my cup before continuing with the celebration.

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Days pass fast and on the morning of my wedding day it I wake up early the cold winter air blowing through the window I rise from the bed and close it quickly wrapping my blankets around my shoulders I go to the bathing chambers climbing into the freshly drawn bath washing myself scrubbing my skin raw till I feel clean and ready as I get out the bath wrapped in a towel as I re enter my room.

I hear my door open and Luce walks in “ are you nervous sister” he takes my hand in his “ a little “ I look up at him a nervous smile on my face as he pulls me closer hugging me “ you’re the bravest girl I’ve ever met y/n the north will suit you and if you ever need me I am only a short flight away”I rest my head against on his chest listening to his heart beat “to think this was the first sound I ever heard “ he chuckles looking down at me as he runs his hand down my back “please don’t forget me” I look up at him he shakes his head “ how could I ever forget my beautiful twin you’re half of me” he smiles kissing my head “ can you help me get ready for the wedding” I look up at him as his smile widens “ of course it would be a honour”

He helps me get into my dress it’s a beautiful gold scaled thick dress that fits tightly around my figure with white furs round my neck it’s bound with a ruby infused chain he then sits me in front of him as he plats my hair into a tight bun then he places a ruby hair pin into my hair. I look at myself in the mirror staring at my reflection “ I’m beautiful” I mumble happy tears prickling my eyes as I hug him “ you are always beautiful sister” he envelopes me in his embrace keeping me close to him protectively.

We stay together in my chambers for hours talking over everything he keeps me close to him soothing my anxieties “ I love you brother” I look at him sweetly as he kisses my forehead “ love you too” I smile up at him as he strokes my arm “ I need to go get ready i shall see you at the special time” he squeezes my hand excitedly I giggle “ thank you” I smile “I shall always be there for you” he walks out leaving me in my chamber alone.

A few hours pass and my mother comes to my chambers “ are you ready sweetling “she rests her hand on my shoulder looking over my dress and hair “ I’m ready mother” I smile excitedly but she can see a glimps of anxiety behind my eyes “ if your father could see you right now he’d be so proud “ she runs her hand over my cheek placing a kiss on my head “ come let’s go “ she holds my arm and we walk to the gods wood under the protective leaves of the giant autumn trees there are people gathered, the people of the north on one side my brothers and thier betrothed in the other as mother walks me down to the end of the isle till I’m stood face to face with cregan she lets go of my arm and takes her place next to my brothers.

Cregan looks down at me a smile on his face “ you look beautiful “ he whispers down to me “ so do you” I giggle looking into his deep grey eyes and take his hands into mine holding them smiling up at him the officiants announces “Let it be known that lord cregan stark of the house of stark and y/n velaryon of house velaryon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.” There’s a brief moment of silence as he continues “ In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words” he looks down at me “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.” Then cregan repeats “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.” Then we meet each other in a long passionate kiss as everyone cheers in celebration as cregan lifts me from the ground making me giggle and squeal as he carries me bridal style towards the hall.

The doors are open and the hall has a feast laid out of all our favourite foods music and a dance floor the room is decorated with snapdragons, snow drops and daffodil bouquets on eat table and glowing candles lit around the room I wrap my arms around cregan’s neck kissing him passionately “ will you dance with me later” I look at him excited he looks down at me chuckling “ if it’ll make my lady wife happy “ I smile more nodding excitedly as he sits at his place of the table sitting me on his lap comfortably placing his hand on my waist.

A sweet selection of fruits is placed infront of me while cregan is given a pint of ale and a bowl of beef stew I look at him “ you’re not expecting me to eat that are you “ I pull a face slightly as he takes a mouthful chewing it before speaking “it would be nice for you to try it but I know how picky you can be” he tickles my sides slightly making me giggle “ fine I’ll try it for you my love” I look at him smiling as he brings a spoonful to my lips I take it into my mouth chewing it quickly and swallowing as quick as I can pulling a face shaking my head he laughs watching my face “ I think I’ll stick to my fruit thank you” I pick up a grape and placing it into my mouth to get rid of the taste He layfhs more stealing a grape from my plate eating it a smug look on his face as he enjoys it.

After a few cups of wine I come up with the great idea to go dance with the guests as cregan sits watching a smirk plastered on his face Luce comes to join me he holds out his hand to me “ shall we dance sweet sister” I take his hand “ we shall” he twirls me about childishly as we dance having fun

rhaenas lip curls and she walks to cregan sitting next to him “ why don’t you do something about them” she looks at him an angry twinge present in her voice “ I want my wife to enjoy herself and I see no harm in letting her dance with her twin” he doesn’t even look at her his eyes fixed on us a smile still on his face as he sees how I dance so happily and freely not even notice when rhaena gets up

She walks towards me pushing me away from Luce the music suddenly stops suddenly cregan rises from his seat ready to jump in to protect me “ you are always stealing him from me he is my betrothed mine and now you’re a married woman but you still steal him from me” she yells at me tears welling in her eyes as she strucks me down to the ground I hold my cheek that is tending from the blow my face a look of shock “ how dare you talk to me like that how dare you lay your hands on me” i rise back to my feet my pride taking over as I slap her with my full strength my eyes full of fury “ are you that stupid to not see that I love my brother as a brother I am not trying to get in his bed” she stares at me in disbelief “ now if you do not mind I wish to enjoy my wedding celebration if you can not enjoy it you can leave” I point to the door she looks at Luce wanting him to stand up for her but he shakes his head staying by my side as she storms off. “ let the music play have drinks have fun what is a wedding without a few family problems “ I jest a kind smile spreading across my face as we go back to dancing and the celebration continues into the night.

As I get exhausted from dancing with the northerners and my brothers I rush back to cregan sitting in his lap resting my head against his chest “ you still haven’t danced with me” I look up at him with big eyes it makes him smile “ I will soon I promise “he rests his chin on top of my head as I take a swig of wine “ this reminds me of the celebrations that would take place in kings landing” I rest my head back against him remembering how much fun we all used to have “before the war and even before Aemond lost his eye we would all dance and play sneaking wine out of our parents cups�� I giggle “ twas such fun” I lets out a sigh “ it is a shame this war had to ruin such a thing” he kisses my head holding me closer in his embrace “ you’re trying to guilt trick me” i giggle looking up at him “ is it working “ he chuckles “ maybe” I rise from his lap dragging him up to come dance.

We dance for hours cregan pulling me into his strong arms as he twirls me around towards him I rest my head on his chest as we slowly dance I look up at him a smile on my face “ thank you for becoming my husband “ he scoffs at me “ you’re so beautiful and kind I’m grateful to have you as my wife” I blush as he leans down kissing me passionately “ it is getting late perhaps we should retreat to our chamber” he looks down at me smirking suggestively “ we shall” I giggle kissing him more “ we may return to the celebrations later if you wish” he says gentle as we walk towards the door of the hall “ let’s see how this goes first my love” he nods letting me take his arm as we walk out.

As we reach our chamber the large wooden doors open as we enter the room is much larger than the chambers I had occupied prior the fire is burning and the room is lit up with an assortment of candles there are tapestries across the walls depicting stories of hunting along side wolves and this history of the starks in the centre of the room is a large four poster bed with piles of fur blankets on it to keep the cold out

Cregan kisses my neck gently his rough stubble tickling me slightly as I lean back into his touch my breath hitched in pleasure as his hands move to undo the laces of my dress “ my beautiful wife” he mutters against my neck a blush riding to my cheek as my dress falls from my body and pools around my feet I let him see me as I am turning to face him his eyes wander across my frame a smile on his face “ aren’t you gonna join me in such a vulnerable state cregan” I look up at him giggling I reach to undo his trousers, loosen the furs and remove his leathers leaving him in his breaches and me in my small clothes “ do you like what you see my love” I tilt my head as he raises his eyebrow at me he suddenly picks me up throwing me over his shoulder giggles and squeals escape me as he places a firm slap against my ass “ you’re mine my love all mine” he chuckles as he throws me down onto the cushioned bed “ i want you to say it” he orders looking at me “ say what my lord husband “ i giggle teasingly

“ you are mine” his voice is low and gruff as he moves his hand down my underwear running his fingers through my soaked folds making me gasp slightly “ so wet “ he coos moving his fingers to my pearl rubbing it circles making me moan more he sits up suddenly pulling my small clothes off as he pulls my legs over his shoulders taking his place between my thighs he kisses down my lower stomach soon taking my clit into his mouth sucking in it then using his hand he slips two fingers inside of me moving them in and out at a rough pace taking what he wants causing a desperate whine to escape me my legs quivering slightly as he slowly becomes rougher grazing his teeth over my clit my breath hitching more as he pounds his fingers into me hitting the deepest spots I didn’t even know existed. I grip onto his head scrunching fistfuls of his hair as I push myself against his tongue moaning so loudly that the people out side the room can probably hear me. I can feel the knot in my stomach tightening more and more as my body starts to quiver “ cregan~” I moan out my eyes rolling back as I scream out my whole body shaking as I release over his tongue and fingers I hear a satisfied grunt come from cregan as he laps up my juices.

He pulls away moving up the bed laying next to me he wraps his arms around me drawing patterns on my bare skin as I continue to tremble panting to catch my breath. “ you alright my love” he looks down at me I roll into his embrace burying my head into his chest “ i feel all overstimulated” he chucked at me kissing my head “ are you ok to continue” he raises his eyebrow slightly I nod looking up at him “ use your words sweetling” he runs his hand over my cheek cupping it gently “ I’m alright “ my voice is quiet and slightly shaky as I finally managed to steady my breathing.

I lean up kissing cregan passionately I mumble against his lips “ I’m ready “ he smirks at me as he unties his breaches and letting me see everything I stare at his solid member and back up at him “ I promise to be gentle “ he kisses my forehead head as I lay back down on the bed he moves my legs to be as spread as they can he as he leans to be on top of me he lines himself up slowly letting his length slip into my entrance making a long uncomfortable whine escape my lips he strokes my hair gently“ shhh it’s ok you’re doing so well” he coos slowly pushing more into me till he’s at the hilt making more sound to escape me and tears to well in my eyes he keeps stroking his hand through my hair and down my cheek “ you’re doing so well” he kisses me gently as he allows me adjust to the new sensation and waiting for the sting to fade.

A few minutes pass I look up at him “ I’m gonna start to move “ he slowly starts to thrust moving at a slow pace I grip onto the bed sheets as he thrusts I let out small moans as the sting fades completely being replaced with pleasure he keeps thrusting at this slow pace as I rest my head back moans echoing through the room “ faster cregan please~” I beg as he places kisses on my neck leaving a dark purple mark as his pace changes to a faster rougher one.

I rip my hands off the bed sheets and grip onto his back digging my nails in leaving long red scratches as I grip onto him his low grunts and growls escaping him as he pounds harder into me my moans getting loud and loud as my mind suddenly goes black and foggy I wrap my legs around him letting him get deeper into me as he thrusts everything he has into me his pubic bone causing friction against my clit causing everything to get lost in the moment I lean up kissing him passionately our moans mixing together escaping with ever breath he can feel every thigh tightening around him as I start to reach my peak “ such a good girl~” he praises as my nails grip harder into his back enough to tear through the skin as I moan out his name he keeps his ruthless pace pounding harder and deeper animalistic growls leaving his lips as I bite down on his bottom lip when he hits my g spot and I gasp out letting go of his lip as I start babbling nonsense as I try to form words the only thing I can get out is “ PLEASE~YES~” as he abuses the spot inside me my legs start to feel like jelly and I feel everything tightening more “ you gonna cum~” he asks me through gruff groans I simply nod my moans changing pitch as a smirk grows on his face pounding harder

“ FUCK~” I scream out feeling everything snap and my release washes over me my whole body shaking as I throw my head back moaning so loud everyone can hear he keeps pounding into me both fucking me through my high and trying to get his release as my walls pulse around him he lets out a long grown as he spills his seed deep with in me the warmth spreading through me as he thrusts deep into me both of us pant desperately to catch our breath he leans down kissing my cheek “ you did so well” he soon pulls out rolling to the side of me pulling me into his arms holding me “ I’m yours cregan 100% yours” I pant out closing my eyes letting the passion of the moment last as long as it can as I let my self rest on his chest for a while.

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When I wake up a few hours later I’m alone cregan must have gone back to the celebration not to long ago because his side of the bed was still warm I get up my legs still wobbly and unsteady as I get my dress back on I look in the mirror seeing the dark purple marks on my neck and shoulders I smile to myself as I wash my face and tie the laces of my dress back up before making my way down to the hall my brain still fogged as I open the door I see cregan drinking and talking to my brothers laughing together as I walk over to him.

I settle myself down on his lap resting my head on him not wanting to interrupt their conversation but cregan looks down at me running his hand through my hair “ you ok my love you still look quite exhausted “ I burry my head into him “ you left me so I came to find you” I grumble quietly it makes him chuckle “ i was just showing your brothers what you did to my back” I look up at him raising my eye brow “ what did I do” I tilt my head smirking slightly as he pulls the furs away slightly showing off deep red bloodied scratches going down his back “ you’re quite feisty sister” Jace jests looking at me “ look what you did to my neck and shoulders lord husband “ I pull the fabric of my dress away to reveal the marks scatted across my shoulders collar bones and neck “ at least we know you both enjoyed yourself “ Luce looks at me laughing “ I’m sure you two will be uncles soon enough “ cregan smirks a smugness present in his voice as he runs his fingers through my hair as I pull my dress back up “ they’d be brilliant uncles” I smile resting my head back against cregan sleepily “ just as they’ve been amazing brothers” I look at them “ promise me you’ll visit me” I look at them both “ you’ll see so much of us here that you’ll be sick of us” Luce chuckles taking a swig of his drink “ I’ll never be sick of my brothers” I hug then both tightly “ just do not bring your betrothed” I whisper to them making them both die in fits of laughter as they lean back in their chairs.

As the evening continued i stay close to cregan as people start to leave and soon enough it’s just us and my family cregan looks at my mother as she walks up to us “ would it be ok if we stay here for the night we’ll be leaving in the morrow” she sees me cuddling up to cregan a small smile plays on her face “ of course my queen you’re welcome to stay when ever you and your family want” cregan looks at her smiling as she crouches to look at me “ you ok sweetness” she brushes some stray curls out my face I sit up and hug her “ im ok mother” she smiles and holds me in her arms “ we’re all going to bed now you should do the same” she looks at me with a motherly look as I nod “ good night mother sleep well” I smile looking at her “ sweet dreams y/n good night lord stark” she turns and walks out as Luce hugs me kissing my head “ night sister see you in the morrow” “ night brother” I smile sweetly watching as they leave to their rooms.

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When the sun slowly starts to rise the birds are singing loudly as I wake up I look to cregan who is sleeping so soundly as I watch him I lean down peppering kisses over his face as he opens his eyes a sleepy chuckle escaping him as he pulls me into him “ you’re happy this morning “ his voice is croaky and gravely as he looks at me “ I’m always happy “ I giggle as I kiss him passionately “ it’s so early my love why are you awake” he looks at me tilting his head “ my family is leaving this morning I want to be there to say goodbye”he nods running his hand over my head “ Jace is staying my love in the next week we’re doing a trip to the wall” I look at him sitting up on my knees with big eyes “ may I travel with you” he chuckles “ the wall is no place for a lady my love” I cut him off “ please cregan” he sighs “ fine you shall come but you must stay by my side” I nod smiling as I hug him “ thank you” I giggle as he kisses me more.

A few hours pass and we get up we a warm bath has been ran to wash in as I enter the wash room cregan is sat in there surrounded by bubbly water as let my night gown fall from me and I climb in to join him straddling his lap “ cheeky girl” he kisses my neck as I lower myself onto his now hardened cock letting it sit inside of me as we wash “ you’re still so tight and warm my love” he grumbles into my ear making me clench around his cock I lean in kissing him to muffle to quiet moans from escaping me as I move up and down slightly riding him as he grips my hips “ so needy for me~”

I giggle as he thrusts to meet my bounces as he buries his cock deep into me guiding me up and down I throw my head back as it becomes rougher his grip on my skin becoming bruising and water starts to spill over the sides of the bath as everything starts tightening and my orgasm hits unexpectedly I fall down to his chest my body shaking as he cums deep into my cunt our moans mixing together harmoniously as he holds me close in his arms still thrusting up into me fucking me through our highs. Once he pulls out we go back to cleaning each other a giggle slipping from my lips as he looks down at me “ I love you” i smile up at him face flushed holding an expression of pure passion and loyalty “ I love you more” he pulls me into a long sloppy kiss before rising from the bath giving me a hand to help me out of the water the cold Northern air hitting my skin causing it to pebble but he pulls me close his warmth protecting me from the cold.

After we are dry I’m sat on the floor infront of cregan still nude as he plays with my hair braiding it and tying it up beautifully “ what a lovely morning this is” I giggle looking up at him he places a kiss on my shoulder “ I agree” he chuckles “ come let us dress “ he helps me up slapping my ass before walking to the wardrobe pulling out his dark leathers and grey furs as well as a silvery dress with leaves embroidered onto it with black furs around the collar he passes it to me “ this is beautiful “ I look at it smiling running my hand over the details I put some small clothes on and a shift then pull my dress ontop “ can you tie the laces” I turn to him so he can lace up the back tightening them till the dress fits tight enough to my figure “ my gorgeous wife” he kisses my cheek then twirls me around smiling “ let’s go eat your family may already be there” I giggle smiling “ ok do not share to much information with my brothers this time round my lord husband “ he chuckles looking at me “ I can not promise if questions are asked” I go on my tip toes kissing him gently before he wraps his arm around my waist and we walk to the hall.

Were greeted by my family who are sat together with bowls of fruit and porridge “Sȳz tubis mandia gōntan ao enjoy aōla va aōha dīnilūks bantis” (Good morning sister did you enjoy yourself on your wedding night) lucerys walks to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he teases me “ Nyke gōntan kirimvose” ( I did thank you) my mother and brothers chuckle as we both sit down tucking into a bowl each “ I hope it won’t be to long till I have a grand child cregan” my mother looks at my husband a smile on her face “ trust me my queen it won’t be “ he looks at me chuckling as my face turns bright red with blush as I try to pick at my porridge to just get the fruit out “ promise to keep me updated with everything mother you too lucerys I want to know everything that happens”I look at them both “ trust me if anything important happens you and your husband will know soon enough “ my mother reassures as she stands up “ I’m going to prepare myself to fly be sure to come join me Luce once you’re done” she walks out the hall I look at my twin “ please be safe when going to storms end Luce “ I sigh as he rests his hand on my shoulder �� I’ll be as safe as possible sister “ I nod looking back down as we all continue to eat in silence.

Hours pass and my mother and Luce are both ready to leave in their flying gear I come to join them to say goodbye Jace at my side I hug Luce tightly “Gaomagon daor sagon tolī tolmiot” ( don’t be distant) i hold onto him tightly tears dripping down my face “Avy jorrāelan lēkia” ( i love you brother) I sob into him as he cuddles me “Nyke dōrī tolī tolmiot mandia” ( I’m never to far sister) he wipes my tears away he looks at Jace “ make sure he looks after her” his voice cracks slightly as tears glisten in his eyes “ I promise he will brother” Jace hugs him “ ill come home soon be safe” he turns to our mother hugging her as I soon follow “ you’re a strong girl you have the blood of the dragon burning through your veins you know what you must do as your duty to our family” I nod more tears falling as she kisses my cheek and turns to leave I grab her hand not wanting to let go like a child but Jace pulls me back holding me in his arms as they both leave on dragon back.

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A few weeks pass and we’re visiting the wall both me and have travel there on dragon back flying through the air with the fresh snow hitting our faces as we finally land out side the gate “Sȳrī gaomagon xylix ao sōvegon sīr sȳrī sir umbagon gīda se umbagon kesīr se nyke shall jiōragon ao nykeā hobres” (Well done xylix you fly so well now stay calm and stay here and I shall get you a goat) she tilts her head in an understanding way as I dismount her running my hand over her warm scales before Jace joins my side and we walk through the gate to meet cregan who is waiting I see him instantly a smile spreads on my face as I run to him “ you should fly with us on the way back my love you’d love it” I giggle as he brushes stray snow flakes out my hair “ I think you forgot that I have no dragon “ I look at him giggling “ no silly fly with me on xylix” he looks shocked “ let me think about it “ a disagreeable tone in his voice as he takes my hand in his as I nod smiling more.

Jace walks to us “ let us discuss lord stark” my husband nods walking along with Jace as they discuss matters of war and loyalties “ you do know my sisters love relies on the loyalty you have for my family our claim” Jace looks at cregan as he sighs “ I do understand that but winter is coming my prince we can not risk it I need my men here” he looks at Jace a small grimace on his face “ while your men guard against wildlings and weather the hightowers plan to usurp the throne if my mother is to keep her claim to hold the realm united she needs an army war is coming my lord we can not wager without the support of the north” Jace steps forward as we reach the top of the wall looking out at the nothingness ahead of us the snow falling thicker than before and the wind blowing my hair in my face as cregan holds me close “ my father brought king jaehaerys and queen Alysanne to see the wall his grace stood where we stand now and watched as their dragons refused to cross it” he pauses for a second tightening his grip on my hand as I step closer to the edge looking out “ do you think my ancestors built a 700 foot wall of ice to keep out wildlings and weather” he scoffs slightly “ what does it keep out” Jace looks curiously as they both look at each other Cregan’s tone going dark “ death” I look up in shock “ don’t say such thing I don’t want to hear it” he sighs turning to me “ you may not want to hear it but it’s the truth my sweet lady wife” I shake my head as he kisses it holding me close to him then turning his attention back to Jace “ we have thousands of grey beards who have witnessed one to many winters” his confidence is high in his voice “ they are well honed “ he looks at him as Jace speaks up “ so they’re old “ he chuckles slightly “ I can ready them to march at once “ Jace nods “ if your grey beards can fight the queen will have them “ cregan looks proud as he looks at Jace smiling slightly “ they will fight hard like northerners “ suddenly a man runs up interrupting them .

“ my lord a raven has arrived urgent news from dragonstone” he sounds out of breath as he passes a small piece of parchment to cregan his face full of concern as he opens it reading it to him self his face dropping instantly “ what’s it cregan” my voice shaking as i see the expression on his face he passes the note to Jace his face soon changes to a similar expression “ please tell me” i try snatching the note from Jace” no sister you do not wish to know “ his voice cracking slightly with emotion as I finally get it from him i read it my legs give way under me hitting the icy floor with a crunch and i let out the most agonising scream any one has heard tears streaming from my eyes “ no no no this has to be some sort of cruel joke “ I sob my hand shaking as cregan holds me “ Ñuha mijegindita lēkia ñuha beloved lēkia ñuha idaña lēkia” (My poor brother my beloved brother my twin brother) I sob uncontrollably into cregans chest my whole body limp as he tries getting me to my feet Jace just stares at me shaking as he tries to hide his emotion “Ossēninna zirȳla ossēninna aemond syt skoros ēza gaomagon” (I will kill him I will kill Aemond for what he has done) I scream out both sadness and anger suffocating me “ shhh y/n it’s ok come on let’s get home ok” he tries to comfort me but I shake my head

“ I-i must go to dragonstone” I sob uncontrollably each word coming out with a strained breath as I start having a panic attack“ you can not sister” have finally speaks up shaking his head “ you have your place here you are under mothers order to do your duty here” he takes my head in his hands “Kesan gaomagon skoros kostan naejot ōdrikagon qilōni emagon ōdrikagon īlva” (I will do what I can to hurt who have hurt us ) i rest my forehead against his “ don’t leave me too” I sob uncontrollably “ promise me” he envelopes me in a tight embrace “ I promise”.

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delusionalwritingsofagay · 6 months ago

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HELLO lovely human! I have an request!!

Can you make another mpreg fic cuz I absolutely adored it!

But this time make one of the charachters the one pregnant? Just an cute fic♡

For house of the dragon! Maybe Maybe jacaerys any of them is okay really :)

Mpreg Jacaerys Velaryon and his brother reader

Tags : Mpreg, Targcest

When Jacaerys discovers he is pregnant, he is initially overwhelmed and unsure of how to feel; he often confides in his younger brother Y/N, who provides emotional support. Y/N sense the changes in Jacaerys and try to support him, ensuring that he feels no pressure from their family

In their quiet moments, Jaces finds solace in the company of his dragon, Vermax. He often asks Y/N to join him on rides to help keep his mind clear

Y/N’s protective instinct kicks in as Jacaerys's pregnancy progresses. They take on more responsibilities in the court, acting as a shield for Jacaerys while managing political tensions and family dynamics.

When they finally tell their family of Jacaerys's pregnancy their mother, Rhaenyra, offers her support. She shares stories of her own struggles and assures them of a loving and supportive environment.

Jacaerys begins to dream of a future where he and Y/N can live free of the constraints of their family. They imagine a peaceful life where they can raise their child away from the burdens of the Iron Throne.

Y/N becomes fiercely protective of Jace after learning of the pregnancy. He is wary of others’ intentions and often finds himself getting jealous or possessive. He restricts his interactions with certain individuals, fearing they might take advantage of the situation or harm them both.

As the pregnancy progresses, they spend time choosing names for their future child, blending Targaryen and Velaryon traditions. Each name has a significant meaning to them.

Jacaerys develops strong nurturing instincts. He often finds himself seeking out ways to take care of both Y/N and the unborn child, from insisting Y/N eats well to planning a safe space for when the baby arrives.

Jacaerys and Y/N create special rituals to bond with the unborn child, like reading stories or singing songs. These moments help strengthen their connection and solidify the family unit even before the baby arrives.

Amid the seriousness of their situation, Jacaerys and Y/N keep their connection light-hearted jokes They joke about what type of parents they might be, creating humorous scenarios about raising a dragon-riding child, even when they are both feeling anxious.

#x male reader #lgbtq #x male!reader #house of dragon x male reader #house of the dragon x male reader #house of the dragon #house targaryen #house of dragons #team black #jacaerys targaryen #jacerys velaryon #jacerys targaryen #jacerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x male reader #jacaerys velaryon #mpreg

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frost-queen · 2 years ago

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When hiding crosses bridges (Child!Reader & House of the dragon)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: You are playing hide and seek with your father, mother and brothers Luke and Jace when you wander into the greens side by chance. Once joined by your cousins and Queen Alicent, there is a cute fluffy moment where Aegon is a bit hesitant to join in, but eventually does. < part 2 >

Daemon turned round, moving his arm up over his eyes. – “One.” – he started counting making you laugh. – “Two… three…” – he continued. Rhaenyra and Jace already taking a run for it. You kept laughing, bouncing in excitement. Daemon chuckled underneath his breath. – “Y/n my darling, I can still hear you.” – he said without looking once. – “Y/n!” – Luke called out, running over to you. He took you by the hand, pulling you gently with him. – “Come little sister, we must hide.” – he told you.

“What about father?” – you asked curiously, pointing back at him while your brother pulled you away. Luke briefly looked up to the ceiling, wondering how you still weren’t getting the rules of this game. – “Father is the one who needs to be looking for us Y/n.” – he explained. You nodded following your brother round the corner. – “So I have to hide from father?” – you asked him to be certain. Luke hummed loud, quickening his pace.

He took another turn and another. He sighed relieved seeing a good place to hide. He hastened over to it, ready to grab the curtain when his hold got blocked. By his side Jace. – “What are you doing?” – Jace shout-whispered to keep his voice low. – “I’m hiding, what are you doing?” – Luke questioned pulling hard on the curtain. – “I saw it first! It is my hiding spot.” – he insisted on, pulling the curtain more towards him.

“No I saw it first!” – Luke insisted on, giving his brother a hard nudge. Jace clenched his jaw, nudging his brother back. – “Au!” – Luke said, giving his brother a good glare. – “Go hide somewhere else!” – Jace pressured on with a firm glare. – “No!” – Luke held his foot down. – “I’m the oldest!” – Jace made clear, sure to keep his voice down but powerful enough. Luke scoffed. – “That is no excuse.” – he replied giving him a slight push.

You watched the entire bickering, waiting patiently. You softly started humming a tune, wobbling on your feet. It made your brother end their bickering to look over their shoulders to you. – “You are supposed to be hiding Y/n.” – Jace spoke turning more towards you. – “I am…” – you responded sweetly. – “I’m going to hide with Luke.” – you added. Luke sighed loud, moving away from the corner. He knelt down to your height, taking you by the arm.

“You can’t hide with me Y/n.” – he said. – “Why not?” – you asked tilting your head a bit. Jace came joining in, kneeling beside his brother. – “You have to find a hiding place for your own.” – he held you by your other hand, making his words clear with his eyes. – “Oh…” – you replied saddened, looking down. – “That is the game Y/n.” – Jace said getting back up. Luke exhaled deep, getting up as well.

From around a corner came your mother out of breath. – “What are you all standing here, your father is coming!” – she warned panicky. Luke and Jace’s eyes widened ushering them to move. They almost bumped against each other in the rush to hide. Rhaenyra lifted the hem of her dress up, taking a further run for it. You turned round, leaving. Jace grabbed Luke by his arm to move him out of his way. It was then that he looked worriedly down.

“Where is Y/n?” – he said aloud. Luke looked down for himself, eyes widening. – “Hiding I hope.” – he answered, slowly feeling a bit guilty of telling you off. Jace came to a realization, grabbing his brother by the shoulders. – “What if she gets lost in this big castle?” – he said worriedly. Luke swallowed ashamed. What if you did? You were but a child. It would be easy for you to get lost.

Both of them were overcome with worry and shame. Maybe they should’ve gone in hiding with you. Hearing their father’s voice in the background, made them panic. Jace pushed Luke aside, taking a run for it. Luke running in the opposite direction in the hopes of being able to find a hiding place before his father finds him.

You were running as fast as your little legs could carry you. Jace had said you needed to hide by yourself, so that is what you were going to do. Find a hiding spot so father wouldn’t be able to find you. Some ladies shrieked when you rushed past them. Soldiers darted away when you came chasing down the corridors. – “Princess!” – one of the guards called out in an attempt to slow you down. You ignored them, keeping your pace up.

You were hardly looking for a hiding spot as you just kept running. The game not entirely clear. You noticed a sudden change in guards. Their uniforms different then the one’s you were known to. Not really stopping to wonder why, you kept going. Laughing mischievous that you were hiding away from father. Would he have already found someone? Your mother? Brothers perhaps?

“Hey what are you doing here?” – you suddenly heard making you come to a stop. You felt scared when the guard came nearer, hands ready as if he was about to catch you. – “You’re not supposed to be here.” – he said. You panicked, screaming loud as you escaped under his arms just as he was about to grab at you. – “Hey! Come back here!” – he shouted turning around to go after you.

Calling it out, you hurried not wanting to be caught. The guard scared you. He called in a few fellow guards to join him on the chase. – “Stand still!” – one of them ordered. – “Get back here!” – another one warned you. Covering up your ears, you screamed loud in a panic. Heart thumping loudly against your chest. You nearly tripped as the storm of guards came closer.

Tears swelled up as they rolled down your cheeks. How much you wanted to be in hiding with any of your brothers now. Sniffing loud, your breath shuddered. There seemed to be no escaping them as you rushed into a room. Just any room. You had opened the door and busted inside, not caring what kind of room it was. Out of breath, you were panting against the heavy door.

“Y/n?” – your eyes widened seeing Queen Alicent slowly rise from her chair, holding a piece of parchment. Near her turned her two sons Aegon and Aemond around to you. – “What are you doing here?” – Alicent asked kindly. You firmly wiped your tears away. Aemond batting his eye down. Alicent softened her expression, coming nearer. – “What is it little Y/n?” – she asked coming up to you where she knelt down.

At the sight of her, you started crying more. Alicent brushing her fingers through your hair to sooth you. – “What happened Y/n?” – she asked. Aegon puffed loudly, crossing his arms. Aemond shot him a glare for acting like this. Your lip trembled. – “Did you get lost?” – Alicent said as you nodded with more tears streaming down your face. Alicent clicked her tongue softly, moving you closer to her for an embrace.

“We were playing hide and seek.” – you told her with a loud shudder. – “Hide and seek?” – Aemond repeated intrigued, coming closer. You nodded as Alicent wiped some tears away. – “That sounds fun.” – she addressed. You nodded again. – “I wasn’t allowed to hide with Luke.” – you told them. Aemond came kneeling beside his mother, holding a hand out to you. – “Did he now little cousin.”

“That is the game!” – Aegon pitched in from afar. Aemond batted his eye briefly up to the ceiling in despair. – “If I were Luke, I would’ve allowed you to hide with me.” – he said making you smile a bit. – “Would you cousin?” – you replied seeing him nod with a loud hum. You gasped loud, jumping into Aemond’s arms when there was a loud knock on the door. Alicent rose as the door entered. A guard popped his head inside. – “Yes?” – Alicent asked quirking her eyebrow up.

The guard’s eyes fell upon you. – “Good, you found her.” – he said making Alicent look down at you. – “This kid’s been wandering at the wrong side of the castle. I’ll get her out of here, your grace.” – he said with a bow. Alicent saw how you pressed yourself closer to Aemond, clearly frightened by the guard. – “Tell me.” -Alicent spoke, holding her chin up. – “Have you been chasing Rhaenyra’s daughter all around this area?” – the guard wasn’t sure what the meaning of her question was but nodded anyway.

Alicent smiled sarcastically to the guard. – “You may go!” – she insisted on. – “But the child.” – the guard begged. Alicent moved her hand up to silence him. – “Leave!” – she made clear. The guard bowed his head, taking his leave. Alicent took a deep breath, composing herself. – “Apologies Y/n. I hope the guards haven’t scared you too much?”

“I…I didn’t mean to wander off.” – you told her as Aemond was still holding you. – “I was just looking for a place to hide from father.” – Alicent shushed you taking your hand. – “All is well Y/n.” – she said. Aemond got back up, following his mother. – “You can stay here if you like, hide from your father.” – she turned round to wink at you. That made you laugh giddy. Aemond picked you up, setting you on the bed. You started jumping on the bed as Aemond tickled you. It made you squirm and come to a stop.

He kept tickling you till you fell back onto the matrass. You felt a pillow underneath you, pulling it away. Aemond looked stunned when you had thrown a pillow at him. Aegon snorting loud. Aemond turned round bothered to his brother. Aegon held his tongue, trying to keep a straight face. Aemond grabbed the pillow, throwing it towards his brother. Aegon ducked down as the pillow hit an oblivious Alicent. You laughed loud as Aemond had widened his eye. – “Mother I am sorry…”- he apologized.

Alicent picked up the pillow, hesitating a moment before surprising Aemond by throwing it back at him. You were laughing loud as Aemond wiped that smile of your face by hitting you. You fell backwards onto the matrass. Alicent and Aemond quickly grabbed a few pillows to defend themselves. Soon a series of throws were exchanged, hitting each other.

Aegon was the only one not participating. He was glancing your way, hearing your loud sweet laughter. Groaning loud, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He grabbed a pillow, joining the fight that seemed like so much fun. He got hit by a pillow, falling onto the matrass with you. You knelt down, hitting him repeatedly with a pillow. - “I surrender cousin.” – Aegon called out as you kept laughing. He got a bit up, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you down on the matrass with him. Tickling you in revenge.

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mooniedust · 5 months ago

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Jacaerys Velaryon prompt/bot

Plot: When Jacaerys' mother, Rhaenyra, sends a group of bastards to tame wild dragons, Jacaerys feels contempt for them, reflecting the hatred he harbors for being seen as a bastard himself. You, confront him, challenging his worldview. Through your conversations, you make him question his resentment and obsession with his absent father, pointing out that his mother, Rhaenyra, chose him out of love, and that his worth is not dependent on his legitimacy.

TW: Bastardphobia.

With all my heart,

Moon Dust.

Everything felt like a cruel, twisted jest: the coronation of his uncle over his mother, the true and rightful heir to the throne; the devastating death of Lucerys on a mission of peace that ended in bloodshed; and now, his mother resorting to sending bastards to tame the wild, unclaimed dragons. Bastards—filthy, unworthy creatures—who lacked the respect, the heritage, the dignity they should possess. Ignorant, they touched what they could never understand: the glory of a dragon, oblivious to the majesty they dared approach in their wretched, meaningless lives.

Yet, in the depths of his soul, Jacaerys knew he was one of them. Dressed in fine jewels, armed with Valyrian steel, dragon blood coursing through his veins, he was, in truth, nothing more than a bastard himself. Perhaps that was the source of his scorn—a bitterness so profound that it twisted in his gut, burning his lips with the sourness of hate, like biting into the flesh of a lemon. For all his rejection of them, those bastards were freer than he could ever dream of being. His existence, a stain upon the war, upon Rhaenyra's claim to the throne. All because of his dark hair—his undeniable mark of shame, proof of a father who was not the one to whom his mother had pledged her vows.

Strong. But not strong enough to be counted among the pure-blooded Velaryons.

"You should feel honored, my lady. To be chosen by a dragon is no small feat, least of all for a bastard," his voice lashed out, sharp and cold, like a blade slicing through the biting air. His eyes, pale as winter, remained fixed on the horizon as the wind swept through his brown curls, revealing the harsh contours of his face—pale skin and a jawline chiseled by disappointment and fate.

Footsteps echoed softly as someone approached the prince. A young woman, small, almost invisible amidst the ragged group of bastards his mother had gathered, but here—at his side—she could not be overlooked. Clad in a simple, form-fitting dress and a cloak that offered little protection from the chill, she was like a girl stolen from her modest life, thrust into a war she could never fully comprehend. A mere shadow in the fortress of Dragonstone.

"I am no lady, and certainly no bastard," she replied quietly, adjusting her stance beside him. Her wide, doe-like eyes, framed by long, unassuming lashes, observed the crashing waves with a calm that mirrored his own, though it concealed something far more potent beneath.

Jacaerys arched an eyebrow, an icy, mocking laugh escaping his lips, the mist of his breath fading into the cold. A low hum followed as he leaned in, his gaze narrowing, studying her face with the keen eyes of someone seeking the truth hidden beneath the surface.

"Of course, a pure Targaryen, no doubt? And where, may I ask, are your silver locks?" His hand moved with cruel purpose, tugging at her hood until it slipped, the fabric cascading down her shoulders.

"And where are yours?" she shot back, without flinching.

Touché.

A tense silence fell between them, thick with unspoken truths. Jacaerys' fingers, adorned with rings, drummed against the cold stone steps leading to Dragonstone's shore as he searched for a reply that would cut as deeply as her retort.

"It seems my mother didn't quite consider the consequences when she lay with a man of dark hair instead of her husband," he finally muttered, his voice bitter, as though tasting the ashes of his family's mistakes. He brushed his own dark locks behind his ear, his lips curling into a thin, bitter line. "What’s the saying? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Three bastard sons, and still, she didn't learn."

The young woman said nothing, allowing him to spill his torment into the wind, his words becoming a scattered, broken murmur, carried away into the cold void of the evening.

"Your mother, the queen, knew exactly what she was doing," she said softly, her eyes never leaving him. "Do not mistake her for a fool. She could have taken moon tea, used all the methods available to her, but she didn’t. She chose you, chose all of you. Some mothers, driven by something deeper than reason, go beyond the understanding of men—perhaps it’s love."

"Her desires change nothing," Jacaerys spat, venomous. "I am still a bastard, stealing my rightful kin’s place on the throne. Foolishness. Love is the death of duty."

Her scoff echoed loudly in the silent air, her irritation plain. She kicked a stone, hands resting defiantly on her hips, her frustration burning hotter than the cold winds around them.

"How utterly absurd! Are you truly that blind? With all due respect, Your Majesty, but look around! Bastards, everywhere, with nothing—no land, no future, no graves to call their own—walking a razor’s edge between being burned alive by dragons or dying for a throne that means nothing to them!" She began to pace, fury radiating off her in waves. "Forgive me if the sorrows of a noble bastard do not stir my heart, but honestly? No one cares. Not outside the crown’s walls. It’s always the crown. It’s never the people."

"The struggle is the same, my lady. Neither of us are children of anyone, our fathers are nobodies in the grand scheme of things, are they not?" The prince’s voice faltered, his fingers clawing at the cold stone, nails breaking against the unyielding surface. He refused to meet her gaze, his pain palpable in every movement, every breath. But once again, she shattered his self-pity with her sharp, unforgiving words.

"I couldn’t care less who my father was. Good or bad, he’s gone, my mom.. and you—" she paused, her voice steady but fierce. "You shouldn’t care either. Yes, it’s tragic. Cry at night, if you must—weep into the darkness. But when the sun rises, remember this: your mother carried you beneath her heart for many moons, she dreamed of your future, and even now, she fights for what is yours by birthright, she laughs and weeps as you do and still chose you. So, instead of mourning a father who never was, why not choose your queen for once?"

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afictionalwhor3 · 2 months ago

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Could you please do a NSFW alphabet for Jace if possible 🤞😜🙏🏻

Ask and you shall receive....

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Various sexual interactions described

NSFW Alphabet: Jacerys Velaryon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Incredibly gentle and sweet with you. Speaking softly and cleaning you tenderly. He'd ask a hundred times over if you were okay before he truly believed you. Holding you and rubbing his hands over you comfortingly until you fell asleep in his arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body has become his hands, simply because he knows how much they drive you wild. For most of his life, he’d never given them much thought. But ever since you confessed how attractive you find them, he’s come to see them differently. Whether they’re holding you close or resting casually on his sword during a meeting, they never fail to capture your attention. Over time, your admiration has made them one of his favorite features.

Jace gives me insane boob man vibes. I am unsure what it is about him, but I see him being infatuated with them. He loves to play with them when you two are laying in bed. He also loves being the little spoon and laying his head on top of them. Jace swears those nights are when he sleeps best. Sometimes when you are angry with him he motorboats you because he enjoys it and he knows it makes you laugh every time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Love, Love, LOVESSSS to cum on you. He thinks it is so beyond hot cumming everywhere on your body. Your face, down your throat, on your stomach. You covered in his cum is better than any painting or mural he has ever seen. He also is obsessed with the taste of you, stating he could miss meals on end and live entirely off your cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This may have been said before, but he wants to fuck you on the Iron Throne. It is the most powerful seat in the realm. People have fought wars over this, and it is his by birthright. Everytime he is in the throne room it is so easy to allow his mind to wander and imagine having his way with you on that throne.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin. Virgin. Virgin. He has fought so hard to maintain his image as a prince worthy enough to inherit the mantle of king one day. The last thing he would do is get caught in a pleasure house, or with a woman that wasn't his betrothed. To add, he's seen sex be treated transactional his entire life. Boiling it down to its raw form, people just seeking pleasure. So, I'd like to think it would be something very sacred to him. He would only want to do it with the person he planned to spend the rest of his life with. Souls united forever mentally, physically, and sexually.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jace is a big fan of cowgirl. He gets to watch you pleasure yourself on him and the image is so erotic. Especially when you get lost in it, almost forgetting he is there and chasing your own high. That is his favorite, you are out of control, hands on his chest for leverage, and desperate for an orgasm. And if you need him to he is more than happy to hold your hips tight and pound up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In the stolen moments between you two, I think he would be more goofy, but traditionally in the bedroom a more serious manner. After you have done it a few times he throws out a sexual joke here and there, but other than that, it's pretty much straight to business.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is a prince, and obsessed with making sure his appearance is always perfect. Not one hair is ever out of place, and that is of course because all the discourse about him being a bastard. He couldn't control the color of his hair, but he could control the way it looked and that was perfect. This leads to my point that he definitely keeps things neat and tidy down there. I don't think he would care how you kept yourself, but for him he is constantly keeping an eye on it and trimming as he sees necessary.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jace is a huge romantic, to the brink of almost hopelessness. After hearing your fears about the bedding ceremony he called it off immediately. He didn't care what the Lords had to say about the perverted tradition, he knew it made you uncomfortable and it was over like that. He had the servants light candles around the room, place flowers everywhere, and draw a hot bath for you both. It was the most romantic gesture you had ever seen in your life. While every time after that was not always that grand, he did make sure that was an intimate aspect every time he touched your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Really never. When he was younger a few times as he was learning his body, but once you came into his life and you were married he never saw the need for it. There have been a couple desperate moments when maybe you aren't feeling good, or are on your moon blood but other than that he saves himself for you always.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pain kink down. In all forms of it. When your nails go a little too deep in his back, when you bite his skin a little too hard, and when you tug a little too much at his hair drives him inside. While he doesn't go too extreme on you he likes to spank you until the skin on your backside is sore and your pussy is drenched. Also, I'm not exactly sure what this would fall under, but watching you gag on his cock, tears running down your face and spit dribbling from your mouth. Gets him going truly like nothing else, he could go rounds with you after seeing that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your chambers, it is the safest place. Doing it anywhere else puts both of you at risk of being caught and that is never a situation he'd want to be in. But just because it is your chambers, doesn't mean he's only fucking you in the bed. Your shared chambers give you all the privacy you need and that man fucks you on every surface he can find. The bed, in front of the fireplace, his desk, the window. He wishes he could extend the room to have more places to take you on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You could tell him pretty much whenever that you wanted him, and he would try to make time for you. But really what gets him going is when you dress up for large events or parties. It could be at Dragonstone or the Red Keep, but every time you look more gorgeous than the last. Not that you don't always look gorgeous all the time, there is something about you in a finely tailored dress with the colors of his that starts his engine. It makes him want to ruin all the work that went into making you look so pretty. Additionally, when you tease him in situations he can't get out of. A kiss that lasts a little too long before one of the small council meetings, a touch that lingers longer than it needs to before he hears petitions. Knowing he can't have you right at that moment makes him only want you more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Having a threesome would definitely be a hard no. Not only would he hate sharing you, but also he knows people aren't too be trusted. There is no one he would trust enough to do that and have confidence they wouldn't tell every soul they knew as soon as it was done. Besides his Iron Throne fantasy, anything in public. Jace has worked too hard and for too long on his image, for it to be washed down the drain because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think neutral but leans towards receiving. He loves seeing you on your knees and taking as much of him as you can. As previously said, watching you gag and try because it's too much is a movie he could watch over and over again. But, he also does love to eat you out, and damn is he good at it. Skillfully and expertly he uses his tongue and fingers to give you orgasms that have you seeing absolute stars.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Crescendo? Starts off slow and sensually. Stretching you and savoring how your warm walls welcome him, yet struggle to accommodate his size. As time goes on you both get desperate and begin to rapidly chase your highs which results in a rough and fast pace. You are fucking like rabbits trying to achieve euphoria.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves a good quickie. He prefers to have time with you, and be able to properly hold you after. But if he's really frustrated, or you need him really bad he loves sneaking to your chambers, lifting your skirts, and getting you both off quickly. Or if you are really desperate and don't have enough time to fuck he is pressing you against the door, going underneath your dress and eating you until you cum.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experiment, yes. Risk, no. Your shared position as prince and princess of Westeros are too high to be caught doing something stupid. But, he loves to experiment with you. Try new positions, techniques, anything really you could come up with. He never wants you to get bored of him or your sex life, and he loves figuring out new ways for both of you to receive pleasure.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If he is high-strung from his day, frustrated, or restless, he can give it to you all night. Using you as a place to relax and get all those emotions out. Other than that, he is going typically a couple rounds. However, he makes sure to suck as much pleasure as possible out of your body.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Once again, I don't think there are sex shops suddenly popping up in King's Landing with toys in them. But Modern!Jace would absolutely be down to using toys. This goes along with the experimentation. He loves learning about the ones for both of you and how you two can incorporate them into your sex life. Modern!Jace is a lot more willing to take risks, and buying you that remote-controlled vibrator was the best purchase of his life. You two are out with friends maybe at dinner, or just hanging out, and he is on his phone driving you absolutely insane with that thing. You two have to leave early because you can't compose yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge tease. Loves to tease you and when you tease him. It is all apart of the game to him. His favorite ways to tease you are whispering in your ear when you two are at public affairs and describe all the filthy things he is going to do to you. You have become a master at keeping your face expresionless meanwhile your small clothes are getting soaked.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, Jace would be more reserved as he tries to learn what he is doing. All you have to do is ask one time that you want to hear his moans and it is on. Not afraid to let it go and sing for you. His moans, combined with the dirty talk and hot breaths in your ear have you cumming in half the time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"I'm sorry Jace but I really need you. I could not focus on anything anyone was saying," You say looking at Jace as he closes the door to your chamber. His face initially reads as annoyed which is reasonable because he has a meeting in a few minutes time. Despite this he preses his lips to yours bruisingly as you begin to quickly reach for his trousers to take them off. He moves your hands away resting his forehead on yours.

"No time for that I have to go soon," He says and you sigh sadly but nod your head in understanding. You close your eyes trying to calm yourself down and that is when Jace smirks and gets down on his knees. You look down at him confused as he winks at you before disappearing under your skirts. You remain confused until you feel Jace hiking your leg over your should, moving your small clothes and attaching his mouth to your womanhood. Your eyes immediately roll back as you hold onto the door behind you for dear life.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Not particularly girthy, but definitely got it going on in the length department. It takes all of you to fit in down your throat, and everytime he bottoms out in you, you feel like he is almost in your chest.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think it would be equal to whatever yours is. If your drive was high then his would be too. But if you fell more towards the average end of the scale he'd be okay with that too and match you. He would never want you to feel like he was forcing you to or he didn't want you. So, whatever you brought to the table is what he would equal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Never until after you fall asleep. He has to make sure you are okay, especially after longer rougher sessions. But even then most days his mind is still very active as he recounts the day. Or simply enjoys the beautiful woman in his arms he will forever feel is too good for him.

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myladysapphire · 19 days ago

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My sweet pathetic prince

Jace had always had a pathetic obsession with is aunt, but she was never afraid to show her dislike for him and his heritage, even when his head was between her thighs.

based of this request

Jacaerys Veleryon x Aunt!reader

Word count: 3,562

CW: MDI, 18+, smut, oral (f reciving), p in v, unrequited love? slight bullying? bastardphobia, pathetic jace, sub jace, dom reader, brat reader, slow(ish) burn, angst, teasing, self deprication?, degrigation, virgin!jace, incest. not proofread!

authors note: may be out of the groove of writing for house of the dragon but hope you enjoy!

Divders by @zaldritzosrose

For as long as he could remember Jaceaerys Veleryon had pinned after one person. You.

You, someone who had never shown the slightest interest in him. Someone who ignored him at every turned or if you ever did it acknowledge him, it was in the form of scowls and insults.

You had never thought much of him. He has always been your silly little annoying shadow. Following you around the castle, begging you for attention, and ding anything he could to make you impressed or the slightest bit interested in him.

You never where, only ever annoyed or finding ways ignore him further.

You had never much considered giving him any attention, believing he didn’t deserve it. Your mother had made you think as much, installing in your head that Jace’s infatuation with you was a plot set about by Rhaenyra to win you over to her side and betray your family. That he and his brothers were bastards, unworthy of the title princes and unworthy of any attention they begged for from you.

As they years went on and Jace’s crush became infatuation, ignoring him no longer became a choice and instead you started to treat him the way your mother always wished, with nothing but disdain.

But despite the scowling eyes, the cruel words and the constant use of the word ‘strong’ around him, it all seemed to have the opposite of the desired effect that you so desperately craved.

Jace grown more and more enamoured with you, with each insult or taunt. With every time you pushed him into the mud, or stole his clothes and left him to run bare through the halls of the keep, after you convinced him to swim in the lake. With every childish prank you played that would make others cry and scream, he seemed to care little, finding them funny or often not thinking it was you at all. With Aemond often being left to face the blame, the ‘prank’ with the pig was near evidence enough of that.

And yet you, A girl, four years his senior, ill mannered and prone to tantrums, especially when you didn’t get your way. Something that seemed to worsen the more Jace’s pathetic Crush grew on you.

With every insult you spat from your pretty mouth Jace seemed to adore you even more.

Every word out of your mouth he worshipped, he was always the first to comfort you, when you grew angered at the smallest inconvenience, always egar to help out in anyway, and more than happy to take your lashing words.

In truth he mustn’t have heard the words the same as you did.

The cruel insults must have sounded like sweet nothings to him.

It was pathetic, he was pathetic.

And you, well you were a spoiled brat, a princess in every sense of the word. A princess who knew the world was at the tip of your finger.

Perhas it was the fact that you were Alicents oldest child, or the only one of her children that Viserys seemed to acknowledge if not love. But in truth it was Jace that made you that way.

By saying yes to your every order and command, for giving you gifts of jewels, flowers and of your favourite things that only he seemed to know of.

Your entire youth seemed to revolve around him whether you liked it or not.

So much so that when he moved to Dragonstone you found yourself longing for him, whether it was to throw insults and have him grovel at your feet, or perhaps it was the fact that he seemed to be the only one who wanted to truly know you. Or that seemed to know you at all.

Memories of him seemed to haunt you as the years passed, his letters became ones you waited on, even though you would never admit it.

Nor would you admit that you replied and that as time passed your words grew less cruel and started to instead come from the heart.

In fact as the years passed you changed, gone from the favourite to the scorned child.

The eldest and yet looked over, called Rhaneyra by your father and pushed to the sidelines.

With Aegon’s marriage to Heleana, Aemond’s betrothal to Floris Baratheon and the rumours of Daeron’s own betrothal in the works. You began to grow restless and became more and more of what the court already called you, a brat.

Your restless behavior, the eagerness to be afforded the same opportunities as your siblings spun you on, the want to force an outcome driving you even more so when you learnt of your half-sister’s arrival.

“Lord strong” you spoke in greeting, at the sight of Jace. Dressed in a gown of green, embroider with lace and a sweeping neckline, that was just deep enough to show of the top of your breasts.

Jace’s eyes quickly drew up from the book upon his lap, his eyes going straight towards your breasts. A deep blush rising to his cheeks “Princess” he greeted, rushing to his feet so fast he nearly stumbled over. Ignoring the choice of name you gave him.

You laughed at the sight of him, his cheeks flushed red, and eyes following you dreamily as you started to move through the gardens.

“i- how are you?” he stuttered his words, chasing after you.

“how am i?” you repeated, the words said in a teasing manner, “I am perfectly fine…” you spoke as you plucked a rose form a near by bush.

“fine?” he spoke, finally catching up you, “Good, so am I -…how about your day? What have you been up to? my days has been rather busy, but perhaps I- we could-…” he stumbled over his words, nervously following you around the garden.

“we could?” you urged him on, forgetting how fun it was to taunt him.

“we could have dinner” he rushed out, finally falling into place beside you.

“dinner?” you spoke, as if tasting the word on your tongue, “and here I thought you would invite me to lunch”

“Then lunch…yes lunch” he rushed out even more quickly, eagerly lacing his arm with yours.

“oh but you must be so busy…you said so yourself and having just arrived I’m sure you have much to do” you spoke, easing your arm out of his in favour of picking more flowers.

“I can make time…for you” he spoke, as he reached out and grabbed his own rose and tucked it behind your ear.

You huffed a laugh, attempting to cover the slight blush rising in your cheeks, “fine” you agreed, making no more effort to speak as you contented your walk through the gardens. Jace on your tail and endless questions falling from his lips.

“how have you been?” Jace asked, pulling out your chair for you to sit.

You huffed, looking over to your far to egar nephew, a smirk pulling at your lips as you watched him nervously play with the buttons on his tunic.

“haven’t we been over this already” you spoke, before ordering a maid to bring out food.

“yes” he spoke, straightening his back, “I- it has been so long…you have changed”

You huffed once more, “so have you”

“no…I mean last time I was here you would have torn the book from my hand and thrown it into the hedges and demanded I fetch it.” He joked, his voice steadying itself, his nerves slowly evaporating.

“true” you nodded, reaching for the food placed in front of you, “perhaps my days of such things are behind me” they weren’t, but you remained calm, instead focusing on the fact that Jace had suddenly gone from the boy you always knew him to be, to suddenly having the confidence to jest about what you would so easily had done had your mother not given you a lecture about tantrums just days prior, and your stubborn self was egar to prove her otherwise.

Though his eyes were no longer fixed on you, his cheeks no longer flushed.

His eyes were instead fixed on someone else, someone you had met once before, at Driftmark.

Driftmark had marked a significant change in your life.

You had gone to mourn the loss of a cousin you had never met and watched as Aegon moaned about marrying Heleana, and Heleana mourned the loss freedom.

You yourself felt scorned, not that you wished to marry Aegon or were unhappy with your mothers blatant refusal at Rhaenrya’s request of a union between yourself and Jace.

But instead at the fact that that day you we’re entirely ignored, your future looked over and you became nothing but a ploy, a bullet point in a plot set forth by your grandsire.

That day you had turned sixteen, a woman grown and older that both your mother and half-sister had been upon there own weddings. You instead celebrated the day with mourning, both a cousin and the loss of your brothers eye, in a fight you got the blame for.

The words ringed in your head even to this day, the blame placed on you and the scornful gazes you received from your father a man who hence forth became simply the king.

“who spoke these lies to you” the king had demanded, his voice dripping venom.

Aemond spoke your name his yes dropping with guilt as he looked at your tired face.

Having been roused from your bed and playing no part in whatever transpired you were confused and half drunk from drinking with Aegon before being ceremonially thrown in bed by your grandsire.

“me?” you mumbled confused your eyes darting to were Jace stood before you,

“and you, girl?” the king sneered his gaze turning to you “Where did you hear such calumnies?”

You looked to Aemond in shock and confusion, your mind blank as to what you should say.

Your father looked at you again, his face filled with rage and anger as he yelled your name “Tell me the truth of it!”

Looking around the room you saw everyone eyes where on you, some faces egging you on waiting for you to say the truth, others where angered, some were begging for you not to say what others wanted you too.

You looked down as you spoke “we know, father” you spoke, now looking up and gazing towards where Jace stood, his face shocked and angered, “just look at them”

The king sneered at you, his face red and angered at your words, as if what you where saying wasn’t the truth.

“This interminable infighting must cease!” he shouted, “All of you!...We are family!” he spoke, looking between you the clear division in your family. With you and your siblings stood to one side, and Rhaenyra and her children to the other, “Now make your apologies and show good will to one another…Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!”

After that day everything changed.

No longer were you the favoured child, you were now scorned and thrown to the side.

And though you hadn’t seen your nephews and half sister in near six years, the repercussions from that night seemed to haunt you.

Aemond looked at you as if you had taken his eye and your mother, though had commended you for defending your brother and herself and too pushed you aside. As if your uttering her words had caused the entire conflict.

And now they were back, and though you hated to admit it, you had been waiting for this day.

“Baela, is it?” you said speaking calmly, as she approached you and Jace.

She looked you up and down, a smirk on her lips and she looked at you.

Taking the seat beside Jace, her hand moving to grasp his in hers.

“princess” she greeted in kind, “I hadn’t expected to and Jace to be so…friendly” she spoke, her voice drawing out the word friendly.

You eyed were her hand gripped Jace, a feeling of envy taking over you.

Jace’s eyes darted between the two of you, his hand slowly pulling away from Baelas.

“why wouldn’t I be friendly, with my sweet nephew?” you said, grasping Jace’s hand in your own.

Baela sent you a glare. “my betrothed and had plans.” She stated, her eyes turning to glare at Jace, who’s eyes were focused on your hand and his.

“oh?” you teased, running your over hand up the length of Jace’s arm. “betrothed? I didn’t know.”

“well its not official-“ Jace spoke quickly.

“no but-“

“but what?” you questioned, your eyes turning to Jace, and your hand moving from the length of his arm to thigh,

He let out a gasp, “Baela, I promised my aunt lunch” he said, his voice strained, as you began to move your hand to his crotch.

She huffed, standing quickly and leaving, but not before sending you a glare that you were sure caused offers to recoil from.

Your hand moved from his crotch and pushed Jace away from you.

“Betrothed?” you questioned, voice harsh.

“its not official…I- “

“I? what? Hmm…” you interrupted, “gods your pathetic” you mumbled, and stood up.

Walking towards your chambers, Jace rushing after you.

“please, I didn’t… I’m not betrothed I begged to marry you, don’t be jealous!” he begged, as he followed you into your chambers.

“Jealous?” you said, turning around quickly. “oh you pathetic little thing.” You laughed, “you think I’m jealous of her? That I desire you so thoroughly that I would be jealous over a woman claiming to be yours?”

Jace swallowed roughly, his hand reaching for you.

“I could have anyone, I have men begging for my hand and you think that I – me a princess of the realm, would wish for some bastard as my husband?” you scoffed.

Your eyes moved down his body, your eyes focusing on the growing tent in his pants.

You laughed “you do don’t you? Oh you sweet pathetic thing” you said, moving to him and caress his cheek.

“why would I marry you? hmm? what could I possibly gain?”

His face was flushed as he spoke, “I – am my mother heir, I will be king…you could be my queen”

“queen? Hmm I do like the sound of that” you hummed, your mouth grazing his jaw, “but still there’s you…sweet, pathetic Jace, what makes you think your worthy of me?”

His mouth dropped open as you placed soft teasing kisses to his jaw.

“Beg.” You said as you stepped back, and Jace dropped to his knees.

“please” he begged “all my life I have thought to be worthy of you…I have admired you and loved you, please…please I need you” he begged.

“good, you whispered, moving behind him and grasping his hair, pulling his head back, “now tell me how pathetic you are”

He didn’t hesitate, even when she began to kiss his neck, “I am so pathetic” he near moan “I am just a silly, pathetic bastard”

“kiss me” she muttered, moving around to kneel in front of him, and Jace wasted no time.

He moved quickly and sloppily, groaning as he tasted your lips.

You grabbed his hair and pulled him back, “so eager” you muttered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“please” he begged.

“do you love me?” you asked, desperate for him to say yes.

“yes, gods yes please…please I have only ever wanted you”

“you want to marry me...have me as your wife…your queen?

“yes.” He moaned.

“they’ll never agree” you whispered, even your inner thoughts were scared to admit that you wanted him to. Even though you had been taught to hate him, taught to despise him and his family, and what he was.

And yet he was the only one ever beg for your company, to choose you over everyone else, to love you.

“unless…” you started, eyeing him slowly.

“what?” he pleaded, ever egar to make you happy.

“they catch us…in a compromising position” your voice was teasing, and yet dripped with desire of your own.

“yes…please, please” he begged, his lips hovering over yours.

Your lips took his, your mouth dominating his in your heated kiss.

Your tongue begged entry into his mouth, your tongue dominating his, as your hands gripped his tunic.

You pulled back suddenly, moving away from Jace and towards the bed, pulling your dress of as you did, leaving you in your small clothes.

They were sheer, hiding nothing.

Jace’s mouth drawled, as he crawled to were you sat against your bed.

His hand gripping your legs as you pulled up your chemise to reveal your wet heat.

“please” he begged, as he placed desperate kisses from your ankles to your thighs.

you nodded, leaning back on the bed as Jace moved to lick your slit.

He placed slow testing licks up your folds, tasting you and seeing your reaction.

You gave an encouraging moan as he moved to kiss your clit.

Focusing his attention there, you gripped his hair, letting out small moans as he pleasures you.

his fingers began to tease your whole, entering you slowly as he licked at your clit.

The intrusion caused you to moan and grip his hair harder. Your legs wrapping around his head and pushing him closer into you.

He moved to grip your thigs, and his tongue began to fuck you. You rode his face until you came with a shout, your hands gripping his hair so hard you were surprised you hadn’t ripped any out.

He pulled back from you, sitting calmly in front of you, the tent in his pants as prominent as ever. His eyes hooded in lust.

“Take off your clothes” you commanded, your own hands reaching to pull of your chemise.

He groaned and swallowed roughly at the sight. His hands hastily moving to take his own clothes of.

So egar he tripped over is own clothes as he came towards the bed.

Sitting side by side you reached for his face, pulling him into another searing kiss. Your hand moving towards his cock, giving a teasing tug as you kissed your way down his neck.

“Lay down” you ordered, and Jace willing as ever did.

You crawled over him, hovering above him as you kissed him deep and slowly, your hand reaching for his cock.

Spreading your juices along his length before you slowly eased your way down onto him.

You both moaned as you did so.

Jace’s face was tense as you moved back to sit on his cock. your hips giving a testing roll as you took in his tense nervous face.

“something wrong lord strong?” you teased, moving your hips in slow taunting circles.

“i-um..i I’ve never..”

You gasped in mock shock, “my, is my strong nephew a virgin?” you taunted, moving forward to lean over him, your lips hovering over his.

He nodded, his hands awkwardly reaching to grip your hips. “Are you?” he asked, letting out a moan as you decided to pick up the face, your hips moving faster as you lowered ne of his hands to circle your clit.

You scoffed, “when you look like me, sweet prince, and you have every man eating out the palm of your hand, do you really think id be a maid?” you said, letting out a moan as his cock began to hit that one sweet spot inside you.

“gods” you moaned, your hips moving faster. “fuck” you said, as you worked hard to reach your peak, moans emitting from your mouth, until your peak finally washed over you.

You slumped over Jace’s chest. Pressing a soft kiss to him before flipping him over.

“fuck me Jace” you ordered, your hands wrapping around his neck, and legs around his waist as he began to fuck into you with slow testing thrusts.

He started of slow, his movements erratic, before finally finding a rhyme, his cock hitting that spot inside you once more, as he tested to find your reaction with each thrust.

As is climax approached, his movements grew faster, both your moans and groans echoing the others as he fucked into you, until he finally came and filled you with his seed.

He lay on top of you for a time, breathing heavily as you cradeled him in your arms.

He looked up at you, his lips looking more kissable than ever before.

Gods, had you not known your mother wouldn’t be storming into your room at any moment, sure that your guards had quickly gone to fetch her after hearing the moans you and Jace were emitting, you might of kissed him again.

But your mother barged on in, a look of horror on her face as she took in the clothes on the floor and you and face naked on the bed, your thighs spread and displaying the product of your union dripping down your thighs.

“fetch Rhaenyra!” she demanded.

Her face angered as you and Jace lay in bed, reaching quickly for a blanket to cover you.

The argument that went down went surprisingly better than you had expected.

With your mother demanding you be married immediately, and only calling you a whore once, and with Jace begging his mother desperately for your hand. You and Jace were quickly married in the sept and Jace become more pathetic than ever after you were officially made his.

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-All’s fair in love and war

Prt1. Jacaerys velaryon x fem black Targaryen

Word count: 2k

Summary: Daughter of Daemon, twin to Baela, you always felt like an outsider, too much like your father yet somehow simultaneously not enough. You thought you had no place until Jacaerys, years later, and a injured wrist brings you back to where you truly belong.

Warnings: maybe a curse word, lots of Angst, slow burn,probably some other stuff…

Author note: this will be a series, don’t worry I won’t take forever. (I’ll try) there will be smut in the later parts, a little she fell first her fell harder and ofc yearning touch deprived Jacaerys 🫦

From a young age, you could sense the rift between you and your twin sister Baela. Despite sharing the same womb, your differences were stark. She and Rhaena shared a bond that you could never quite penetrate. It was not their doing, but rather your own fiery spirit that kept you at a distance. Your mother's gentle nature was reflected in them, while you inherited your father's boldness. Though your mother's love was unwavering, you couldn't shake the feeling that a part of her resented your wild ways. Your father's favoritism of you only widened the gap between you and your sister as you grew older.

After your mother's passing, all your unpleasant behaviors seemed to amplify. You became withdrawn, even as a child. harboring anger towards the world and all within it. It felt like you could never live up to anyone's standards. unintentionally Chaos and drama seemed to follow you wherever you went. As you matured, you chose solitude, spending most days flying on your dragon, immersed in books, or reluctantly sparring with your father. With the looming threat of war, you were made to train relentlessly, often multiple times a day. Your father pushed you to practice at odd hours, in the dead of night and early morning. Over time, your body wearied from the constant exertion.

“Again“ Daemon's demand echoed as you swiftly advanced, sword aimed at his exposed chest plate. In a flash, he deflected your strike, the clash of steel ringing out. The force caused you to almost drop your sword, he was not holding back. "Again!" he roared, lunging forward to meet your blade once more. As you staggered back, your wrist throbbing from the impact, your father's eyes gleamed with sadistic excitement. determination etched on your face. Your father's blade comes down towards you, but you manage to defend against it, the sound of iron scraping filling the room.

With all your might, you push him away stumbling back, a sharp pain shot through your wrist, a soundless crack signaling the injury. With a loud clatter of your sword falling to the ground."I am finished," you declare, with an unreadable expression on your face, as you begin removing your armor.

Daemon's gaze hardened at the sound of your sword falling to the ground. "You are finished when I say you are," he commands, pointing his sword at your discarded one. "Pick it up." "Even if I attempted, I wouldn't be able to," you reply, continuing to remove your armor swiftly and carefully. "I am finished for the day," you state, dropping the last piece of armor as you head towards the exit. Your father calls out for you but you ignore him. "Go pester Baela and Rhaena with your training," you mutter angrily, rubbing just below your wrist as you make your way to your room.

“What is the matter” your sister asked worried as you rushed through the hall to your room holding your wrist. tears welling in your eyes involuntarily due to the pain. “Nothing,” you say attempting to walk past her She blocked your path, stepping in front of you to inspect your hand. "I can see that something troubles you. Let me assist-" Baela began, reaching out to you. "I have no need of your aid!" you shouted, pulling away from her touch before continuing to your room. The words hung heavy in the air as regret washed over you remembering the look of hurt and shock on her face. Jacaerys observed from afar before he made his way towards Baela to provide solace.

"I only-" she began, then let out a weary sigh.

"I know," Jacaerys murmured, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. "She becomes more unbearable with each passing moment," he grumbled. “I shall speak to her," he declared, feeling a simmering aggravation building up inside him. "Do not," Baela implored. "I do not desire further conflict," she added.

“It is fine, Jacaerys,” Baela insisted, noticing the lingering frustration on his face. “I am alright,” she said with a comforting smile. “I will leave it,” he replied with a forced smile. “Thank you,” Baela said before turning away, leaving Jacaerys in the corridor, his mind still troubled by the encounter. He made his way to your chambers.

As he approached the entrance to your chamber, the sound of your agonized cry reverberated through the corridors. Startled, he rushed inside to find you collapsed on the ground, surrounded by your gown as you writhed in pain and sorrow, too engrossed in your torment to acknowledge his presence. Never before had he seen you weep, not even in your youth; until this moment, he believed you incapable of shedding tears. "I shall fetch your father," Jacaerys offered, turning to leave. "No!" you cried out, vehemently shaking your head. "Do not send for my father," you insisted, tears shimmering on your cheeks. "I am merely overreacting," you declared, attempting to stand before sinking back down. Jacaerys promptly rushed to your side, lifting you up by your waist.

"What has happened?" He inquired, his brow furrowed as he gazed upon your condition. You look physically pained, your usually glowing skin now dull, your eyes weak. “I was sparring with my father," you gasped, trying to maintain composure in your voice. The pain was unlike anything you had ever felt before throbbing relentlessly throughout your arm."My hand took a blow, but that is all." you muttered, disoriented as you recoiled from Jacaerys' touch. "I am unharmed," you declared, rising to your feet unaided. He remained close behind, ready to catch you should you stumble once more. "You do not appear well," he noted, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead, damp with sweat.

Your handmaiden entered the room, her face filled with alarm as she took in the sight before her. "She has injured herself," Jacaerys interjected on your behalf, dropping his hand. "I am well Naera," you insisted, your eyelids growing heavy. "You are not," he countered, his gaze fixed on you. "Bring a splint and bandages," he ordered the handmaiden, prompting her to hasten out of the room. “ I think it is broken” hemumbled examining your arm.

"Jacaerys," you muttered, catching his attention. "Do not tell my father," you managed before succumbing to the pain. Jacaerys was there to catch you as you fell into his arms, your head falling into the crook of his neck. Jacaerys carefully laid you on your bed, marveling at your beauty even in your unconscious state. It had been a long time since he had been in such close proximity to you. You had grown so much, he wondered if you had noticed his own newfound maturity. After ensuring that your arm was properly splinted and a wet rag was on your forehead, he prepared to depart. "I can take it from here," Naera declared, assuming control of the task. Jacaerys nodded, but hesitated, his gaze fixed on you as you slept. "Do not trouble yourself with informing Daemon, I will handle it," Naera stated calmly. "She mentioned that-"

"I am aware," she confirmed with a nod. "Though Veerah is prone to fever, she will need a healer," Naera said as she wrung out another rag to place on your chest. Jacaerys nodded in understanding. "I will take the responsibility when she asks," Naera said with a reassuring smile. "I am grateful for that," Jacaerys replied with a slight smile before turning to depart. "She may not admit it, but she does enjoy company," Naera stated. "Her exterior is hard but her heart is soft," she added with a smile. Jacaerys nodded in understanding before taking his leave.

That night, as Jacaerys retired to his chambers, your memory consumed his thoughts in a way he had never experienced before. He found himself dwelling on the comfort of your presence in his arms, and the scent of you was like a revelation, awakening a desire he never knew existed. The sound of his name on your lips echoed in his mind, stirring emotions he had long forgotten. It had been years since they had exchanged more than a few words, and Jacaerys realized how much he longed for your company. Seeing this new vulnerable side of you sparked a curiosity within him, leaving him to wonder what other secrets you held

~~~

“Again!” you command with a chuckle as young Jacaerys pointed his wooden sword at you. He rushed towards you and you parried his attack, causing your wooden swords to clash. You step back and swing, knocking his sword out of his hand. "I've won, yet again," you declare proudly. "I let you win," young Jacaerys grumbled as he retrieved his sword. "Well then, you should let me lose some time," you jest. "You're the only girl I know who enjoys playing knights," Jacaerys remarks as he sits back on a large rock. "Is that strange?" you inquire uncertainly, joining him on the rock. Jacaerys shakes his head in disagreement. "I don't think so," he replies. "My mother once told me that she went on a hunt, something people say only men do," Jacaerys says, playing with his sword at his side. "I hope one day I can hunt too," you say, gazing into the distance. "We can hunt together," Jacaerys suggests, hopping off the rock and playfully hitting the sword by your side in hopes of provoking a fight. You laugh at his actions. "Try to win this time."

“How many more stones?" young Jacaerys panted, dropping an armful into the pile. "need help?" you chuckle as you place another rock onto the small castle foundation you two were building. "Not at all, I was just curious," he quipped. "Though in my head, I did not expect this to take so many days," Young Jacaerys stated, wiping dirt on his clothes. "Two days is not so many," you reply, placing down another rock. "My father said hard work breeds good results, and we want to build a great empire," you say, wiping the dirt from your hands. “We could ask Baela and Rhaena to help” young Jacaerys suggested with a smile. You shake your head in disagreement, “they wouldn’t not like this play, too much dirt” you state looking down at your dirt covered hands. “Is that why you play with me?” Jacaerys inquired with a smile. “Yes, and you are useful when I need help with heavier stones” you joke causing the two of you to laugh.

“We should construct a bridge for the people to cross," Jacaerys proposed. "Indeed! And we shall station guards at the entrance," you chimed in enthusiastically. “Though that means more work,” you say looking over at Jacaerys. “I believe we can do it,” Jacaerys says with a smile. The two of you took turns laying the foundation of your fortress and sent the other to gather the necessary Materials.

After an hour, you both stepped back to admire your progress. A stone hut made of mud and rocks stood before you, nearly complete. "Tomorrow we shall address the roof," you declared, brushing dirt from your hands onto your gown. "We must christen our realm," Jacaerys declared, eyeing the unfinished castle surrounded by picked flowers. "The Kingdom of Drangea," he announced. "Drangea?" you questioned. "Like dragon?" you inquired, puzzled. "No, like hydrangea, your favorite flower," he clarified, watching for your reaction. You appreciate the gesture but still shrugged.

"I like it, but the Kingdom of Dragons sounds more formidable, a name befitting a ruthless empire."

"What about Drangea, Kingdom of Dragons?" Jacaerys proposed. "That is a name befitting of a realm," you concurred, selecting a small, jagged stone. With a piece of timber that had been halved, you etched the name onto it. "It is now official," you declared, stepping back to admire it. "If this is our kingdom, then I am the king and you are the queen," Jacaerys proclaimed. Your heart raced in your chest, "I suppose," you replied with a hesitant smile. Sensing your uncertainty, young Jacaerys amended, "The king and queen do not need to be wed -" Jacaerys started, but you cut him off. "We lack crowns," you reassured him with a smile. "The king and queen must have a crown," you furrowed your brow, "tomorrow” Jacaerys stated with a smile.

~~~~

Seated by the window, a book in hand, your wrist tightly bound in a splint, your eyes gazed outside, lost in thought. For three days, you had been confined to your chamber, sipping on herbal soup and engrossed in a tale of a woman's demise from infection, It was not a very uplifting read. Jacaerys and your sisters attempted to visit, but you dismissed them. "He's not there," Naera's voice resonated as she brought in another bowl of soup. "He's out riding."

"I have no words for you," you replied, turning away to look out the window. "I would rather face your anger than see you fall to fever," she argued. “Where have you been? You know he forbade me to ride?" you questioned, feeling a surge of anger. “He has worked me to the point of exhaustion, shattered my wrist, and then casted me off to die like a horse with a broken leg” you huff. "Could you even mount in your current state?" Naera inquired. "Think of Luke," she proposed.

"That was a unique circumstance," you declared solemnly. "Completely different. Luke was murdered," you affirmed. "Others have ridden in worse conditions safely. We are in the midst of a war, and I cannot ride a dragon," you grumbled, staring out the window.

"I believe your sister Rhaena shares similar sentiments,” she remarked, placing your bowl down. Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Whose side are you on?" you asked, puzzled.

"Yours, always," Naera replied, settling on your futon. "I just worry about how others perceive you," she explained.

“Why?” you questioned, walking over to your bookcase. “They pay me no mind,” you stated, swapping one book for another.

“How can you be sure, when you barely interact with them?” Naera prodded.

"If you're here to lecture me, you can leave. My father has already done so," you retorted aggravated pointing towards the door.

"I apologize," Naera sighed. "I only want what's best for you," she added, fiddling with a book on your futon. "On a brighter note, Jacaerys seemed quite eager to follow your instruction."

"Did he?" You asked, feigning disinterest. "Yes, and he lingered a while after you passed out Naera replied.

Later that evening You lay in bed, gazing up at the ceiling, unable to find rest due to the agony in your arm and the relentless thoughts swirling in your mind. No matter how hard you tried to push away the worry, it lingered every night, leaving you feeling utterly helpless. To be maimed in the midst of a war was the last thing you desired. Although you were not entirely incapacitated, it felt as though you were. You were forced to remain idle while your kin risked their lives for a cause you would willingly sacrifice yourself for. Their names would be immortalized in history, while you could only watch, all because your father had worked you like a beast for a war you could no longer partake in.

Naera had recounted tales of a mysterious healer, a witch of sorts, who dwelled in her former village. Whispers of her miraculous abilities to ward off death and bless the land with abundance had reached you. If she could breathe life into withered crops, perhaps she could mend your shattered arm, or at the very least, alleviate the pain enough for you to wield a sword once more. It was a reckless gamble, but one you were willing to take.

You rose from your bed and donned the simplest of garments, a difficult task for one who takes such pride in their attire. Gathering a handful of coins hidden beneath the floorboards, you hesitated before opting to take the entire pouch. Pulling up the hood of your shawl, you exited your chambers. Stealthily and silently, you navigated through the manse. As you traversed a corridor, the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. Hastily, you turned and slipped into a doorway, inadvertently knocking over a small metal statue with your foot. Cursing under your breath, you pressed your body against the door, hoping to remain unseen. "Who there?" Jacaerys's voice echoed down the hall.

You remained motionless, barely drawing breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You listened as his heavy footsteps drew nearer and nearer. Only catching a glimpse of the back of his head, you observed as Jacaerys strode down the corridor in search of the source of the disturbance. He cast one final glance before turning and exiting the hall. You remained still for a time, ensuring it was safe. Once you were certain he had departed, you ventured to the cave where your dragon lay. Taking hold of a torch that lit your path as you made your way to your beast.

you creeped forward beckoning for her, "Qamar," you whispered, rousing her from her slumber at the sound of your voice. "Qamar, it is Veerah," you called out once more. You heard her emit two loud huffs, lifting her weary head as she approached the torchlight. "Awake," you stated before her large blue nostrils became visible in the light's haze as she sniffed the air. "I have missed you," you confess with a smile, caressing her face with the same tenderness and compassion you had shown her when she was just a youngling.

Y/n?" Jacaerys called out from behind you, causing your heart to sink. "You followed me?" You questioned angrily turning to face him. "Rightfully so it seems, you are not planning to ride?" he asked looking over your shoulder at your Dragon. "And if I am?" you challenged. "If you were, I would tell you that it is a certain path to demise," Jacaerys retorted seriously, moving closer. "my actions do not concern you," you declared, pulling off your hood. Even in the dim light, Jacaerys couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were.

"Where are you going?" Jacaerys inquired as you circled the dragon, with him following closely behind. "Once again, that is none of your concern," you stated, tightening the saddle straps on Qamar. "I will not let you to leave," Jacaerys declared as he watched you attempt to mount your dragon

"You do not let me to do anything," you State before your hand was overcome with a searing pain, causing you to lose your grip on the reins. Fortunately, you fell into Jacaerys' arms, his chest heaving with concern as he gently lowered you to the ground. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it.

"How much further do you think you'll get?" Jacaerys interjected, his voice a blend of concern and frustration.

“I do no-“

"How much further do you think you'll get in the dead of night with a broken wrist and no one to aid you?" Jacaerys questioned, his eyes filled with a seriousness that you had never witnessed before, and it suited him well.

“Far, I reckon ” you jest, provoking a surge of anger in Jacaerys. “I am serious y/n, Do you seek death?” He inquired sternly, his eyes fixed on you. “You cannot deter me, I have made my decision,” you say meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. “I will not stand by as you all risk your lives.” you state. “What of your life?” Jacaerys asked, “Am I to sit Idly by as you risk your own?”

“Yes, you are, you are to watch as you have always. do not feign friendship now Jacaerys," you pause. "My affairs are my own, they do not concern you," you state before checking the security of the saddle once more.

"I will inform your father," Jacaerys states gravely, causing you to turn and look at him in disbelief. "You would not dare," you challenge. "Oh, but I would," Jacaerys states firmly a smile playing on his lips. "Or I can assist you," he offers. "I do not require your assistance” You bluntly reply. "Those are your choices" he reminds.

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Seated on the cold stone floor of your unfinished castle, you meticulously added leaves to the crown in your hands. The crowns, one for you and one for Jacaerys had been your labor since morning. Your fingers ached with fatigue as you continued to weave, but the image of his smile spurred you on. You hoped that by the time you finished, you would have gathered enough courage to correctly express your feelings to Jacaerys. Your mother had often read to you tales of young love and innocent crushes where rejection was inconsequential in the world of children's books. You hoped for real life to mirror those stories. Expressing emotions, even pain, was a challenge for you, it always left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. As you secured the final stem beneath the others, you raised your weary head to gaze at the sky, now painted in hues of orange. Time had slipped away from you, and you had anticipated Jacaerys's arrival by now. Yet, he had not shown up, leaving you alone with the completed crowns of flowers and leaves. you debated venturing out to search for him. Yet, there was a part of you that was certain he would come, so you decided to wait.

You remained in that unfinished castle until the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The darkness enveloped the outside world, and only then did you rise, brushing the dirt and grime off your dress. The woven crowns remained tightly clutched in your hand as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Wiping them away, you left the stone hut and made your way through the corridor of the home, your mind racing with reasons for his absence. "Veerah!" Naera's voice called out to you. She was younger than at the age of ten and five. her sympathetic eyes looking down at you covered in dirt. "What's wrong?" she asked, wiping the dirt from your cheeks with her thumb. "I'm fine," you replied, pushing her hand away. "Have you seen Jacaerys?" you questioned, causing Naera to tense. "Did something happen to him?" you asked worried, making Naera shake her head. "No, Jacaerys is fine," she assured, instantly bringing a smile back to your face "Where is he then?" you asked trying to contain your excitement as you squeezed the woven crowns in your hands.

“He is in the drawing room,” Naera says with a sad smile gesturing to the door. You smile completely unaware approaching the door. You push it open slightly to see, young Jacaerys standing with his chest up, wooden sword pointed to the ceiling. “I will save you my queen” he announced Charging forward. Causing your sister Baela to fall back with a giggle, in her perfect princess dress “You have to get through me first!” your little sister Rhaena declared pretending to blow fire from her mouth. Young Jacaerys pretends to slay her with his wooden sword causing your Baela to run into his arms. “Thank you, brave knight,” she says leaving him a kiss on his cheek. In this story, Jacaerys was a knight, Baela a princess, and Rhaena a dragon. And what were you? Nothing, the fool.

Never in your life before had you felt so embarrassed, embarrassed that you believed even for a moment someone would pick you. Dropping the crowns on the floor you left and never spoke of it again. Never again did you acknowledge you and Jacaerys past friendship, you barely acknowledge him. You spent the next six years focusing on yourself and yourself only.

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You both sat in the back of a carriage, facing each other, packed like stowaways as the carriage jolted along the rough path. "You appear improved, how are you feeling?" Etwa asked, looking at you. "Do not feel pressured to speak," you said bluntly, attempting to silence him. “you are the only person I know who remains in a perpetual state of unhappy" Jacaerys declared, gazing at you with a perplexed expression. "Then you have not encountered enough people," you retorted plainly, resuming your silence. focusing on the sound of the creaking carriage wheels on the road.

"I did not inform your father, if that is why…," Jacaerys commented, attempting to break the silence. “I was made aware,” you declare with a tight lipped smile. The silence did not last long as he resumed speaking. “However… if your health were to not improve I might have considered-”

"Are you always so?" you asked, irritation rising within you. "So what?" Jacaerys inquired, puzzled. "Annoying," you stated bluntly. He surrendered, releasing a sigh and reclining back against the wall, clasping his hands in his lap. The moment he ceased speaking, you secretly hoped he would continue. Yet, you also enjoyed the sight of defeat in his expression. You were unwell, and you were aware of it. Your interactions with Jacaerys felt like a constant struggle within yourself, even when you meant to speak kindly, only harsh words escaped your lips.

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