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"you are the night that goes with my moonlight"

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The Two Faces of the Moon

Pairing • Jacaerys x silver-haired twin reader

Tags • mild angst, jealousy, self-loathing, arguing, hurt/comfort, smut, handjob

Wordcount • 2,965

As Jacaerys walks in on you teaching High Valyrian to a dragonseed, he feels as though his entire life is being stripped from him. His identity, his inheritance, and now his future wife. For why would you prefer him to a silver-haired dragonrider?

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The gray light of this autumn midday was falling in thin curtains through the high windows of the Painted Table Hall when Jacaerys entered. Your voice had come to him from the corridor upstairs, speaking in a slow, measured tone carrying the carefully constructed syntax of High Valyrian.

He had stopped his nervous roaming of the castle to listen to you, realizing after a mere full sentence that you were reading out of a book, and periodically stopping to explain the meaning of the words to someone else. A masculine voice repeated a couple of words you stressed on, and Jacaerys had frowned, coming down the stone stairs to find you in the middle of a lesson with one of the dragonseeds.

He had been infuriated and terrified at the prospect of lowborn dragonriders being welcomed almost as saviors into his home, and promised titles and positions by his own mother. However when he found one of them being taught High Valyrian commands, no doubt to steer his own dragon in the upcoming battles, Jacaerys found another sort of emotion building in his chest. It was ugly and painful, like a bouquet of roses rotting within his ribcage, the thorns pushing into his heart.

It was not often that he was confronted with jealousy within his own heart—you were his twin sister, born mere minutes apart from him, and only if you had been conjoined could you have been any closer.

The two of you had grown side by side seamlessly, identical in temper as well as in intellect, and Jacaerys liked to entertain the thought that you would have been truly indiscernible if it had not been for your one and only difference—your hair was white, of a cold silver hue that reminded him of moonlight. 

His own curls were conspicuously dark by comparison, and he knew that the rumors surrounding his parentage and that of Luke and Joffrey would have been far more brutal if not for your pale hair. Such shade was also found atop the dragonseed’s head, falling in unkempt waves over his shoulders, and from afar the two of you could have been mistaken as kin, Jacaerys thought, and the mere idea was tormenting his very soul.

Bent over a large, dusty tome laid out on the painted table, you were following along a line of runes with the tip of your finger, deep into an explanation over the rolling of a consonant. You barely glanced up when Jacaerys came down the last step, a small smile gracing your face as you saw it was him. You kept repeating the sound and watching as the young man standing at your side struggled, clearly unfamiliar with such a precise lesson on phonetics and no doubt intimidated by being in the presence of a royal princess. 

Jacaerys bristled at the sight, his stomach turning heavy and sour. That such a commoner was to be hosted in the halls of this ancient fortress as a dragonrider was insult enough, but that he would get to receive your undivided attention was too much for the young prince to bear. 

“Leave us,” Jacaerys commanded as he came to stand near the table, one of his hands resting on the pommel of his sword. The dragonseed startled but nodded quickly, clearly still uncomfortable and intimidated by the crown prince.

“Thank you for your patience, princess,” he said meekly as he complied, putting a hand on your arm in a casual gesture of gratitude, only to pull it back hurriedly when he realized such contact was inappropriate towards a noble lady.

“An invitation to the Queen’s table does not mean you can allow yourself familiarity with the princess,” Jacaerys spoke, his tone sharp as a whip, and the young man’s shoulders rose in defense, his chin dipping in shame.

“Jacaerys,” you called, chastising him. Then, you turned to your student and offered him a pleasant smile. “We shall resume at sunrise on the morrow.”

You crossed your arms and waited until he had left the hall to turn to your twin, your sworn guard closing the door behind himself, leaving you alone with him. Anger and obvious embarrassment were at war on his handsome face, but you admired the way he tried to hold himself with pride, shoulders squared and jaw tight.

“What has gotten into you, that you would be so hostile?” you accused, displeased. Your twin had been particularly sullen and insufferable these days, but such belligerent behavior was out of his normal character.

“Why would you take from your time to teach him?” he replied, sounding indignant, a frustrated flush spreading on his cheekbones. “Maester Gerardys said mother instructed him to do so.”

“We now have three dragonseeds. Surely he will be grateful for me to take some of the load,” you answered casually, shrugging. “And if we are to fight side by side, I would get to know them.”

“Is that what you are doing, getting to know them?” he asked, and his accusatory tone made you bristle.

“What is the matter, I have never seen you be so uncharitable. It doesn’t suit you,” you said, watching him as he visibly sighed, his frustration building—you found yourself equally irritated. “Is it that quarrel with mother again? Are you truly so anxious that she will replace you? Pouting was not enough, now you must lash out?”

“And I have never seen you so eager to lower yourself to a commoner’s level,” he answered in a low tone, almost as though he knew it was the wrong thing to say, but could not help his temper. He was usually so collected and mindful of his words that you were taken aback.

He regretted the remark as soon as it was out of his mouth, and even more when you scoffed and turned on your heels, making for the door. “Where are you going?” he called after you.

“I shall converse with you when you have come to your senses again,” you said over your shoulder, sighing when you heard him hurry behind you. 

“Sister please. We cannot allow them to believe they are equal to us, surely you can see that,” he tried, and you did feel sorry for him for a moment. You knew of his troubles and his fears, the ones he carried behind his perfect behavior and polite countenance, which had greatly slipped since the start of the war.

“Mother did say she will make them lords, but that doesn’t make them our equals, Jacaerys,” you tried to reassure him, but you could see your words were not reaching him. You despaired at your inability to comfort your own twin, and loathed having to watch him spiral. “We are her children and heirs, no matter the rest. We will not be supplanted.”

“Not you,” he simply said, his teeth coming to catch his trembling lower lip.

“That matter, again?” you softened, hoping it was the end of this quarrel, and that you would finally be able to reach through the cracks in his composure, but his next question was too much of an accusation, bordering on insult, for you to forgive his bout of temper.

“Will you come to favor one of them as well?” he said, out of desperation and foolish impulsiveness, you could not know, but the devastation result was the same. “Today you trust them to fight at your side, mayhaps tomorrow you will trust them to share more intimate company.”

The air was heavy between the two of you, and another time you might have forgiven or even laughed at his ludicrous insinuation, but with war looming and all its apprehensions, it all felt suffocating. You ignored Jace’s call of your name as you stormed out of the hall, seeking your dragon’s company.

Jacaerys took his own dragon to fly across the gray skies, never venturing too far from the island, and when he came back to the pit at the core of the ancient volcano, he found yours nesting in its usual lair. However he knew you would not go back to the fortress quite yet, the place where the two of you had collided—he knew where you dwelled, when you needed to contemplate your own thoughts. 

He went further into the pit, climbing a few hidden stairs that only the dragonkeepers occasionally threaded, and found a narrow tunnel that came out on a small, secluded strip of beach. It was inaccessible by land, as the cliff up top was too steep, and had been one of your first discoveries upon exploring the island, when you had first come to live here. 

Jacaerys had not been wrong, and there you were, sitting on the sands, your ankles crossed as you contemplated the early evening sky. You said nothing as he approached, curious of the mood he brought with him—more anger, self-loathing or contrition—but you knew from the determined sound of the footsteps that it was him. 

The sound of his feet on the gravel that blended into coarse sand seemed terribly loud, so did the harsh beating of his heart. He watched you for a moment, watching the sea and its seafoam, your hair blowing in the slight breeze.

“I do not wish to divide us…” he started, then his thoughts wavered and he was unsure how to reach you.

“I understand your fears, I do, but we will win this war with allies,” you replied in a sigh, slightly exasperated, and Jacaerys swallowed his words, unwilling to provoke your anger with his own. “You are not stripped of anything.”

“You do not understand the importance of this,” he tried again, and you pushed to your feet, rushing to come face to face with him.

“How do I not understand, Jacaerys!” you accused, growing more desperate with each passing second, fearing another quarrel where one of you would flee in anger. “Have you forgotten who I am, and what is at stake for me?”

“You do not know the weight of this, every day of my life,” he replied, and to his great shame, his voice broke. He had already wept in front of your mother, and that he could admit, but to break down in front of you, the soul he wished to protect most in this world, was a greater shame than he cared to admit. “Our mother, refusing to admit the truth.” 

“I am not the proof that you are a Targaryen? We are of the same blood. We shared a womb,” you reminded him, as though this simple fact was not the central tenet of your bond. “We were conceived as one and born as one… And yet it is irrefutable that I am a Targaryen, and so are you.”

“They all look at me and all they see is—”

“The queen’s son and heir,” you finished in his stead, your hands coming up to cup his face and bring his forehead down to yours. “Do you resent me for it?” you asked quietly. “Is that why you lashed out earlier?”

“No,” he protested, his voice thick with tears, his warm hands curling around your wrists, holding you close—or perhaps holding onto you like a lifeline. “I could not stand—” he tried, then you heard the click of his throat as he swallowed. “My basest emotions got the better of me, I am not proud of it.”

You scoffed, allowing yourself to call out his stupidity. “You truly believe I would forfeit you, break our engagement and choose a dragonseed over you?”

“They are bastards, same as me. They have dragons, same as me,” he explained miserably, and you were caught between disbelief and frustration, unsure whether to chastise him for his lack of trust, or to bring him into a reassuring embrace. 

“You are my twin. You are another half of me, the soul that completes my very being. You are… the night that goes with my moonlight,” you smiled, and his thumbs traced firm circles on the backs of your hands.

For a minute neither of you spoke, and you matched your breathing to each other and to the rhythmic sound of the waves at your back. “Do you remember that story, about how the moon cracked open and dragons came flying out from her?”

“One of mother’s favorite tales,” he replied.

“We are the moon, Jace. You and I, together. We are one half of a perfect whole… Light and darkness… male and female,” you whispered, close enough to his mouth that he could taste the pure and perfect love in your statement, and his earlier envy turned into hunger. “We complete each other.”

He did not answer, and instead you were swept in a sudden, passionate kiss. Jacaerys kissed you harder than he usually did, and you shivered at how biting his passion was. The feel of his lips on yours, and his tongue curling into your mouth erased the lingering frustration at the back of your head, and you forgot about it entirely as he pulled his mouth away and dipped his face into your neck.

“I could not stand to see him so close to you… To see him touch you, as though you two were familiar,” he hissed, pushing you gently onto the slight slope of the cavern’s wall. His body was a firm line of heat against yours as he stepped into your space, and you shivered at the demanding gesture, your arms weaving around his shoulders.

“I have never seen you jealous,” you sighed with no small amount of marvel as he kissed your throat, and you hooked one of your ankles behind his knee and pulled him in, guiding the firm rolling of his hips into yours.

He was hard under the thick fabric of his trousers, and it awakened a hunger within you, which burned at his next words. “I would have challenged him, if we were not in time of war,” he admitted. You could easily picture the righteous pride Jacaerys sometimes wore, in the curve of his mouth and the line of his brows, and this particular flavor of arrogance never ceased to incense you.

“A duel for my favor?” you teased—never before had you felt him so assertive and determined, and you turned pliant in his grasp as he pulled you from the wall and brought you down to the gray sands.

However it was not for long, and as soon as he knelt on your cloak you had discarded earlier to contemplate your quarrel, you hooked your knee at his hip and flipped him to the ground. It was warm from the heat of the volcano, Jace noticed as his breath was knocked from his chest and you climbed atop him, eagerly pulling at the clasps of his doublet.

“I already have your favor,” he replied breathlessly, and you smiled, wide and victorious, at his restored assurance. 

“No one else’s touch could ever compare,” you whispered as you pushed his shirt up as far as it would go, trapped between his open doublet, baring his freckled chest to your eyes and mouth. 

He hissed as you pressed biting kisses to the pale skin, making spots of pink rise to the smooth surface. Your hands were not idle either, although his were, as captivated he was by your possessive display—he barely had the time to whimper your name that you had reached into his unlaced trousers and wrapped your fingers around him.

You relished in the feel of him in your hand, the silky skin gliding easily over his hard shaft, moisture seeping from the tip—you gathered it with a swipe of your thumb, which eased the next stroke and made him hiss again, throwing his head back.

Curls wild and clumped with the wet and salty air of the sea, white abdomen like a star-kissed sky, he looked more beautiful to you in this instant than any silver-haired man ever could. 

“I know your skin, I know your tells. I know all the ways to make you shiver and crumble,” he ground out, his hips rocking into the steady rhythm of your hand, determined to arouse you with his words, as it was clear from your display that your current pleasure was to watch him squirm and lose his wits. “I know the ways to make your back arch and your—ah—clench around me.”

“You shall demonstrate later,” you teased, a mischievous grin stretching your flushed lips, your. “Perhaps teach a lesson to the dragonseeds… You know how sound carries in these hallways.”

Jacaerys made quite the picture of temptation, legs trapped under your thighs, his face was flushed and his mouth dropping open with each panting breath that you pulled from him. You twisted your hand, pulling on his cock with a purposeful rhythm—you followed the rocking of his hips, your eyes trained on his face, but in truth you did not need it, as you knew the tells of his body like your own.

You could almost tell his approaching peak on your tongue yet, you still greedily committed each sign of pleasure that crossed his features to your memory.

His hips stuttered and you increased the pressure of your hand, and you saw his stomach quiver, his breath catching in his throat as he froze. Your twin’s lips parted on a rough, draw-out moan as he pulsed and spilled over your hand, streaks of white painting his flushed abdomen. Your own desire was pulsing between your legs, but you were determined to wait until Jacaerys and you were back in your chambers before you succumbed to the temptation.

In the meantime, you would find your pleasure at the sight of your twin, sated and reassured that he indeed belonged to you, and you to him.

Dividers by @zaldritzosrose.

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A little green witch ✨🌿

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YEONJUN ✙ The Star Chapter SANCTUARY Concept Clip 'LOVER'

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just jay being effortlessly beautiful.

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THIS WAS SO GOOD 🥹

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝟐: 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐛 - 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

This is a drabble from Journals from Westeros, a collection of domestic and/or romantic slices of life with men of Westeros.

This drabble is dedicated to the lovely @princessvelaryon ♡

Pairing: Jacaerys x reader

Trope(s): Uncomfortable pregnancy

Wordcount: 565

It was neither the cold breeze nor the white light of dawn that pulled Jacaerys from his slumber, but the stifled groan you expelled as your maid pushed your gown up your shoulders. You reached for your swollen belly, its shape stark and smooth against the canvas of brightness from the window.

"It is so early, my love," Jacaerys commented, his voice slurred and heavy from sleep.

As you turned to peek at him from over your shoulder, a tender smile pulled at your lips at the sight he made. His dark curls were unruly and wild, spread over the pillow and his face, and his bare frame was barely covered by the white sheets tangled at his legs.

"Your child would not let me rest," you replied, looking down at your belly again. You wondered whether your maid would be able to pull the lapels of your gowns over it and close the laces comfortably, or if it was finally time for you to dwell in shifts and robes.

As she reached for one of the lapels, Jacaerys rose from the bed, wrapping a sheet around his slim frame. He shivered as his bare feet flattened on the stones, but he was prepared to face the cold to ease your discomfort.

"Leave us," he gently instructed the maid, and she scurried out with a respectful curtsy.

"Who shall dress me now?" you asked, tender amusement curling in your chest.

"I shall," he replied, coming to stand behind you and hooking his chin over your shoulder. In the large mirror you were standing in front of, Jacaerys followed your hands as they soothed over your belly. "Is my child so relentless?"

You nodded tiredly, sighing and leaning back against Jacaerys as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands coming to cup your swollen womb tenderly. He swallowed his emotion, pressing a kiss into your shoulder, silently praying he would soon hold his child in his hands and not through your skin.

He had seen his mother carry his brothers, and he was now proud to watch his wife carry his child. He admired your grace and strength, even though he longed to relieve you of your discomfort.

This discomfort is how we serve the realm, you had been told by Rhaenyra, quoting her own mother, and it had made you feel like you were carrying more than a babe, but a legacy, that of women cradling the realm in their wombs.

You tilted your head back against your husband's shoulder as he reached for your gown and fastened it loosely around your body, humming pleasantly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Under his father's hands, your child kicked and wriggled.

"I wish I could relieve you of this discomfort for a minute, so that you might rest," he murmured, and your hands came to rest on his along the curve of your body.

"Mayhaps you can," you replied, and he followed your lead. He pulled gently upwards as you pressed his hands into your skin, and soon the weight and pressure of your growing belly was taken off your hips and you sighed.

"Soon I will be the one who cannot find rest, up in the night and at dawn, while you finally sleep," Jacaerys assured you, and you rested easy in the softness of his embrace and the comfort of his words.

Dividers by @arcielee.

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– You want Harrenhal. For that, my mother will want more than your crossing. – What does Her Grace desire? – Bent knees.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 02.05 Regent

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my knees Actually hit the floor for this one

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝟏: 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 - 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

This is a drabble from Journals from Westeros, a collection of domestic and/or romantic slices of life with men of Westeros.

Pairing: Jacaerys x reader

Trope(s): Insecurity, breeding kink

Wordcount: 470

Anger did not always come in loud waves and crashing voices, instead it sometimes manifested in silent trembles and ragged breaths, just like it did in your husband Jacaerys.

He held his fury close to his heart, deep within his chest, and you worried how it might burn him from the inside, in time. It demanded an outlet, which he was hesitant to allow while you longed to offer it.

There was a darkness within him, a great pain born from the seeds of rumor and scandal, and the ultimate fright of seeing his life collapse like a castle made of the coarse sands of Dragonstone.

“You do not need to prove yourself,” you cried out, but Jace was not listening. All he could hear in his ears was the desperate thumping of his heart and the voices of his own insecurities. The Dragonseeds would be a pillar of her victory, one he might shatter himself again.

“I begged her not to pursue it, and yet she insists she has no choice,” Jacaerys defended. You could see the unshed tears in his eyes, and you knew they were from both fury and heartbreak, perhaps even betrayal.

“This is war time. We must all make sacrifices,” you tried to placate, but it was no use—instead of countering, you saw your husband falter. He took a few steps back, finding purchase on the back of an armchair.

“This is too high a price,” he murmured, head hung low until his tears could be concealed by his rich curls.

“You are a Targaryen,” you insisted as you rushed to his side, your hands coming to cup his graceful face. “Dragon blood runs through your veins, and you certainly have the temper to match it,” you added with a mischievous grin, and this time you saw his lip pull back to reveal sharp canines.

“You have certainly chastised me for it time enough,” he murmured, his breath the shadow of a kiss upon your lips.

“You wish to prove yourself so badly, then give me a child, and we shall watch as their egg hatches in their cradle, a proof of their father’s blood," you whispered furiously.

He did not answer, and for a moment you thought him insulted or angered. He licked his plush lower lip, and its trembling had subsided, leaving behind only a downward curl you recognized as determination. Wordlessly, he led you by the waist until you bumped against a large desk—within a breath he had you yield to him, your softness a sheathe for his desperation.

His kisses tasted of salt, and in the sharp grip of his hands on your hips you felt the profound love he had for you, and for his heritage, and you could only hope that from this fire, a dragon would hatch.

Dividers by @arcielee.

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Apples

Halbrand x Reader

Warning: SMUT (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk (not my forte forgive me), some fluff

I felt borderline insane for volunteering to go with Elendil to help Lady Galadriel and Lord Halbrand, who I heard was supposedly the lost King of the Southlands. I had spoken to both of them briefly when they arrived as one of the lead Healers of the island.

Lady Galadriel was kind but had a fierce nature about her, I had little knowledge about how to treat an Elf but I held nothing against her. Truth be told, I didn’t understand why most people hated them but if you voiced that opinion out loud, you were likely to get a less that pleasant visit from rough people in a alley.

Halbrand on the other hand was rough and rugged and handsome, there was something about him I couldn’t put my finger on. He was polite, didn’t want to cause a fuss, and obviously had eyes for Lady Galadriel. On the surface, he was a typical man.

But in his eyes, there was something lurking.

After I volunteered, I was helping pack some things in the infirmary when Halbrand came to see me.

We had a lovely chat if I’m honest, we sat on one of the beds and he told about Middle Earth and some of the herbs I’d find useful and he asked about some of the ones from the island. After a few hours, we walked to outside together as most of the trunks were being loaded onto the ships.

“Thank you for telling me about where we’re going, that knowledge is worth more than gold.” I said. “How can I repay you?”

“There’s no need.” He replied, waving his hand nonchalantly. “Call it a gift.”

“Thank you, my lord.” I curtsied and smiled up at him, he was so tall compared to others.

“Thank you for accompanying us, my lady.” He bowed and winked at me, it made me blush.

I watched him walk away and I felt even more excited about the trip.

Once we arrived in Middle Earth, we found a small abandoned port to dock our ships. We set up camp and I sighed as I set my small tent up. Once I had it the way I wanted, I stepped inside and laid down on a thick blanket.

I just laid down and closed my eyes for a second, but when I opened my eyes the light was gone and it was pitch black outside. I peeked through the flap and saw the moon high in the sky, at this season meaning it was around midnight.

I felt groggy and stood up. I changed out of my day dress into a thick nightgown and tried to go back to sleep but it eluded me.

I was hungry and instead of trying to find the kitchens which were probably empty, I went down to the ships. There were probably still stores of fruits and salted meats that I could sneak away a few things that wouldn’t be missed.

I was down in the galley looking at the barrels for apples when I heard someone walking on deck.

I wasn’t doing anything wrong but I still felt like a child that was sneaking sweets after bedtime.

“Good evening, my lady.”

I turned and saw Halbrand smirking at me from the doorway. I smiled and bowed my head.

“My Lord.”

“What are you doing here so late?” He asked as he walked downstairs towards me.

“I fell asleep and missed dinner.” I shrugged and turned back to look for some food. “I figured I could take a few apples that wouldn’t be missed.”

I felt him step up right behind me and I froze. He reached around me and plucked a red apple from the barrel and gently turned me to face him.

“Like this one?” He smirked and held it out for me, but when I reached for it he pulled it back.

“Ah ah,” he chuckled and held it in front of my mouth. “Take a bite.”

I felt a shiver rush up my spine as he took a hold of my hip to hold me in place and step as close to me as he could.

“Go on.” He whispered. “I promise it tastes just as sweet as it looks.”

I blushed as his green eyes sparkled with mischief and lust, he lips ticked up in the corners as he waited for me to take his bait.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find him attractive, he was mysterious and charming, a dangerous combination.

I might never see him again after the battle, I thought to myself, it pulled at my very soul to think that.

So without waiting another second, I leaned forward and smirked at him playfully as I took a bite of his apple. Completely aware of the euphemism he was insinuating with his act, although he seemed surprised I played along with him.

I pulled my head back and swallowed the sweet bite.

I licked my lips of the juice and he watched my tongue run along my upper lip.

Feeling suddenly bold, I pushed the apple away and stepped closer to him and pushed my body against his and smiled.

“I’m hungry for something else now.” I whispered.

“What would that be?” He asked as he tossed the apple aside and held onto my hips to pull me as close as he could.

“You’ll see.” I whispered as I leaned forward and kissed him.

He moaned and teased my bottom lip with his tongue as he kissed me fiercely back.

I traced my hands down his body as he led the kiss and began untying his belt, once I did I pulled my head away and he started kissing and nipping down my neck as I fumbled a little with trying to undo the belt. He laughed softly against my neck and one of his hands wandered over my ass and began kneading the flesh there as he suckled on my pulse. I moaned and my fingers shook as I fought against the urge to let him do as he pleased to me.

I groaned and finally pushed his trousers down. I reached up and pushed at his shoulders and he looked stunned that I pushed him away. His back hit a vertical beam and I supposed he thought for a second that I changed my mind.

But only for a moment, as I got down on my knees and started to stroke his thick cock with my hand.

He moaned louder and threw his head back against the beam.

“You don’t have to d-Ah!”

He cried out as I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth. I felt his begin to shake and his hands trembled as they threaded through my hair.

I closed my eyes and gently suckled on the tip while his fingers found purchase in my hair.

I twisted my fist while sucking him and every once in awhile I’d massage under the tip with my tongue which made his moan and pant.

“That’s it.” He whispered as he thrusted his hips a little. “Good girl.”

I shivered and moved my hands to hood onto his hips while he helped me bob my head back and forth along his length.

“S’pretty on your knees for me,” he moaned as he jerked his hips a little when I swirled my tongue around the tip. “You’re so beautiful.”

I blushed and kept moving my head when he pulled me off of him. I looked up and must’ve looked a mess with swollen lips and my eyes welling up with tears from trying not to gag.

He leaned down and pulled me to my feet and started kissing me like his life depended on it.

He turned me toward the beam and grabbed my hands and placed them on the soft wood. He pulled my hips back and kissed across my bared shoulder.

“Don’t move.” He grunted as he lifted my skirt up and felt up my backside.

I felt his fingers glide over my wet entrance and I moaned, then I felt his tongue.

“Ohhh, my lord.” I groaned softly as he began licking thick, hot stripes up my center and then his long fingers began pumping inside me.

I grinded my hips as much as I could and tilted my head back, moaning like a wanton courtesan.

He moaned against my skin and drew quick small circles around my clit with his tongue and I felt a tingle slowly move up my spine.

“I’m gonna come!” I cried out, I gripped the wooden beam as tightly as I could and arch my back like a cat. I was right there, transfixed on a precipice of a fall and he pulled away.

I whimpered and leaned my forehead against the beam.

“Noooo.” I whimpered and almost stomped my foot.

“Patience, luv.” Halbrand whispered as he kissed my shoulder and bit gently at my skin as his rough fingers felt up my thighs and grasped my hips firmly.

“I’ll give you what you want.” He promised and when I was about to answer him, he thrusted his full length inside me.

I opened my mouth to scream but he covered my mouth.

“Shhh, only I get to hear the sounds you make.” He chuckled and I felt it as he pushed his chest along my back. “The guards are going to come back soon. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

I moaned and grew a little embarrassed by the wetness that now surrounded his cock inside me. He shuddered and nipped at the back of my neck.

“Oh you naughty girl.” He pulled my chest up so I was almost standing and his front was completely flush against my backside.

He felt so deep, it was like I could feel him in my chest. I could barely breathe let alone speak if he moved his hand away.

He began a slow deliberate pace where he’d pull out halfway then push back inside me. My eyes rolled into my head, it felt like every single nerve ending on my body was on fire. It felt so primal and feral yet intimate. He hand over my mouth was determined not to move but he wasn’t putting any pressure that would make it uncomfortable. His thick, hot cock was burning me from the inside out but I could’ve lived with that deep passionate burn forever.

I moaned and let him use my body as he wanted.

“Oh, that’s my good girl.” He whispered in my ear, his breathing was trembling and the way his voice cracked made me feel powerful.

“You want to come on my cock, don’t you?” He asked. “You want to finish inside you?”

I nodded and moaned again circling my hips as he thrusted into me as a sign of my willingness. He groaned into my hair and snapped his hips up. I cried out at the sudden movement and I feel his chest begin to rise and fall quickly as he panted and his pace quickened.

“Yes, you feel so perfect around me.” He moaned louder than before and sped up. “I can feel you’re close, that’s it.”

I held onto the beam and leaned my head back against his shoulder and my vision went white as I came, my pussy pulsating around his cock. I screamed into his hand and felt my body seize up with overstimulation. It was all too much.

The heat from his body, the burning pleasure from my own, the way he sped up and gripped my hip so hard I knew it’d leave a bruise.

He shouted as he came inside me and leaned his head against the back of my shoulder. He was panting and shivering, his hand left my mouth and I licked my lips to try and stave off the dryness I immediately felt.

For a minute we stayed still, trying to catch our breath and he stayed inside me as deep as he could go. He thrusted a little deeper and we both winced. I gasped and tried to push his hips away but he held my hand instead.

“No, luv.” He whispered against my skin. “Not yet, I want to feel you for as long as I can.”

I leaned fully against the beam and shivered when I finally managed to catch my breath.

He started kissing the back of my neck and chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” I whispered.

“A few weeks ago I was stranded and didn’t think I’d find salvation.” He finally pulled out of me and I gasped and groaned as my legs began to buckle. I heard him buckle his trousers back up and while I tried to gain some footing, he bent over and put his arms under my knees and back and picked me up.

He looked into my eyes and gripped me tight as he smiled.

“And now, I hold the sun in my arms.”

I blushed and wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head against his chest.

“Let’s go back to my tent.” He whispered. “I have apples there you might like.”

[v0relino]

Steady My Mind

Welcome to my first finished fic!

The purpose of this was to force myself to write something in one day or less, since I'm stalled on another piece 🙂 Special thanks to @fluffygreenkoala for beta reading.

Read it on Ao3 here

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Rating: Explicit, 18+

Summary: Gender-neutral reader is a Númenórean soldier stressed out on the voyage to Middle-Earth. Halbrand distracts the reader from their worries.

Warnings: unprotected sex, casual sex, dirty talk, use of gag

Word count: 1813

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Númenórean soldiers weren’t supposed to be afraid, but how could you not be? 

Your company was going to the Southlands of Middle Earth, a place so far away that no one you knew had ever been there. The reason why you were going was further shrouded in mystery. This voyage across the sea made you nervous, fearing unknown outcomes. Would you have to battle enemies? Would they maim you, capture you, kill you? Would you ever see your home again?

To calm these worries, you visited the ship’s makeshift stables. The stables contained about a dozen horses and the stink to go with them. Though your seamates were not fragile flowers, they did not want to hang out in a room rank with manure, hay, and animal sweat. As a result, you were confident you could be alone here and collect yourself. 

Breathing deeply, you grounded yourself in the here and now. The ship was at least strong enough to handle the sea, and your captains were wise, and you had been thoroughly trained in combat…everything else was out of your hands. Whatever challenges presented themselves on shore, you would simply have to deal with them there. There was no use worrying about things you couldn’t change.

And that was how you missed the sound of his footsteps. 

The footsteps of the man you had been stealing glances of, who smiled when he caught you staring, who once gave you half of his meal portion and more and more frequently ran his eyes over your entire frame. 

Halbrand, the purported heir to the Southlands. 

“How are you doing?”, Halbrand asked, leaning an elbow against a post across the room. 

Startled, you whirled around, heart pounding not just because there was another person there but because…well…you were alone with him. 

“I’m fine, just…anxious.”

Halbrand gave a little smile: “I understand. Battle is serious business, and the fear of death can freeze even well-trained soldiers.” He walked closer. “But I’ve seen you spar. I think you can handle yourself.”

“I can handle myself against other recruits, yes…but it’s the unknown. It’s the uncertainty that we’re even going to make a difference if there’s trouble. We’ve never been to the Southlands, how could we possibly help whoever’s living there?”. You paused, shrugging your shoulders before voicing your core worry: “What if this is all for nothing?”

“It sounds like your imagination is running away from you”, Halbrand assuaged as he ambled toward you, now only a few feet away. “If you let the fear get ahold of you, you’ll never be able to actually fight.” With an easy grin on his face, he asked, “Would you like me to give you something to distract from such worries?”

Curious, you queried: “What could be that powerful?”

Halbrand then closed the distance, took your face in his hands, and kissed you softly. He pulled back to make sure you were alright. When he saw how your cheeks flushed and your arms wrapped around his shoulders, he quickly rejoined you and kissed you deeply, his hands cradling your back. 

As the kiss grew more intense, his gentle embrace turned tighter, his wandering hands squeezing and caressing as he helped you remove your light armor. He smelled intoxicating and it was all you could do to not moan as his teeth nipped your bottom lip, as his hair fell through your fingers. 

Halbrand pulled back again, teasing you: “Now, was that…effective?”

Feeling a little bold, you replied, “Well, yes…but that will only distract me for a short while. Do you know of anything…longer-lasting?”

Halbrand raised an eyebrow as he mulled over your response. “Hmm. I do have something…stronger…do you think you can take it?”

Thrilled to see where this was going, you breathed “I believe so”, hoping Halbrand was picking up on your hint. 

He absolutely did, as the next second his mouth was on yours and he backed you into the wall of the ship, leaving you scrambling for a handhold. Your left hand clawed at his back as your right found a beam, nails creating divots in the wood as Halbrand sucked a hickey onto your sensitive neck. The way he had you was unbearable. His torso shadowed yours and his pelvis showcased his arousal with the way he pressed against you there, wonderful pressure as he gripped your knee around his waist. Eventually there was no place on your face he hadn’t kissed, no place on your limbs he hadn’t explored, and now he wanted more. 

With no warning he spun you around to face the wooden hull and pressed you against it while his deft fingers snuck under your smallclothes. Halbrand traced your chest and stomach, smirking at your shout when he ran his fingers over your pointed nipples. He couldn’t resist grabbing your ass and whispering naughty things as he traveled to your front, dancing around your most sensitive area as he ground into you from behind. 

“Want more?” he questioned in a low voice. 

You responded by grabbing his head with one hand and searing your lips to his, and sticking your ass out for him to rut against. 

Halbrand growled, whipping off his shirt and trousers while he took breaks to claim your mouth. You hurriedly removed your own clothes, all of them, and let him crush you against the wall again. After a while, you tentatively reached behind, feeling the light fabric of his underwear. You tugged them as your neck twisted, eyes begging him to be fully naked with you. 

In answer, Halbrand said “I want you to do it”, and placed your hand inside his underwear where he was heavy and waiting. Your eyes both closed as you fondled his balls and began to gently stroke his erection. Halbrand uttered a long sigh as you moved up and down. His underwear slid down to the floor and he stepped out of them, then started moving in time with your hand, his mouth back on your neck and praising your work. 

“Feel what you’re doing to me…I came down here…to work you out of my system, but”—he gasped—”this is better than my fantasies could ever be.”

You moaned, betraying the fact that you sometimes imagined the two of you in compromising positions. Your legs widened of their own accord and Halbrand took note, a wicked plan taking shape in his mind. “Wider”, he commanded, and you obeyed. He reached around your body to find you ready, so very ready, so he kissed you deeply, removed your hand, and placed it on the wall in front of you. With one hand splayed across your chest and the other taking himself in hand, Halbrand slowly notched himself inside you, edging in as he felt you relax around him, your breath escaping as he filled you up. 

Halbrand began to thrust, then in earnest as the temptation of your body grew too great. He felt so good inside of you, your body clamping around him to revel in the sensation of this union. Groans erupted from your mouth as he hit a special spot inside you yet still stretched your entrance. Your muscles massaged Halbrand’s cock to an exquisite degree and he rammed harder, slamming you into the wall. Your cheek and temple flattened against the wood as he fucked you and you fucking loved it. There was only this, there was only him. Sweat dripping down your back, his hot breath in your ear, practically on your tiptoes as he pounded you against an unyielding surface. 

Your moans grew louder and soon you started whining to try to not be discovered by the entire ship. Halbrand was consumed by your sounds and tight heat, but knew that being caught would create even more stress for you. So he decided to enforce a measure that would not allow you full-throated screaming, at least. 

Abruptly he pinned your wrists together above your head with one of his wide hands. Hungry eyes ablaze, his hips stilled only for a moment as he snatched a bridle off of a hook full of them in the tack area. 

“We can’t be too loud now, can we? I think you need some help being quiet.”

His hand snaked around to your mouth as he held up the balled-up bridle and said, “Bite.” Your eyes widened, but you knew his instinct was correct. Of course, the bridle would not be fitted to you; it was merely a mass of leather and metal to stuff your mouth and muffle your cries. And for this purpose, it would work perfectly. 

Your teeth closed around a supple leather strap and the loop of another. “Comfortable enough?” Halbrand asked. You nodded. “Good. Then let’s continue.” 

He picked up right where he left off, cooing sweet words as he resumed taking you against the wall. This time he reached around to play with your other erogenous zones as well. 

“You feel divine…you’re so good at this”, he whispered as his skin slapped yours and his stubble rasped against your neck. You were wholly at his mercy with your mouth gagged and body pinned; and mercy he gave you with every touch. The combination of his stroking fingers and pumping cock brought you closer and closer until you were at the brink of ecstasy. 

When he pulled your hair, a muffled “Halbrand!” burst from you.

“That’s it, who’s got you? Who wants you this badly?”

“Only you!” you managed through the gag. 

“Yes, my darling, are you going to come for me?”

“Yes!...Ahh!” 

And with that, you fell into heaven itself. 

Your long, lovely cry of pleasure destroyed any restraint Halbrand had left. He gripped your shoulders and buried himself to the hilt in your spasming body. With a grunt, he pulsed inside you, eyes closed in bliss. 

As you both recovered, he pulled out and took the saliva-coated bridle from your mouth. He placed it back on its hook and found a spare rag. As he knelt in front of you, wiping your thighs, he looked up and his tender smile warmed your heart. You took the rag and cleaned him up as well, sharing a long kiss before putting your clothes back on. 

“I hope that was…to your liking”, Halbrand smirked as he pulled down his shirt.

Suddenly bashful, you stammered out, “Oh, it was, it absolutely was. Thank you. I doubt I’ll be able to think of much else for days.”

“If you ever want to do this again, just say the word. You know where to find me.” 

With one last kiss and a wink, Halbrand climbed aboveboard, claiming that he didn’t want others to “get suspicious” at his absence. As for you, you headed to your bunk to try to get some sleep. 

But after today’s events, neither of you could fall asleep for a long, long time.

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[v0relino]

Honey and poison

Halbrand/Sauron x F! Reader

Summary: You are Sauron's queen, but he got so jealous of you... Now, you have to learn a lesson.

3,6k words

Tags and warnings: toxic relationship, yandere, power imbalance, manipulation, degradation, BDSM, implicit use of the One Ring to manipulate the Reader, leash, choking, crawling, voyeurism (?), oral sex (everybody receiving), scarving (?), p in v, unprotected sex, come play, dom/sub dynamic, humiliation, dark undertones, did I mention this is NOT a healthy relationship? Sparkles of a plot. Jealousy, subjugation, gagging, slapping... Sauron does some tricks and also sexy things in the Dark Lord armor, fingering omg, it's filthy and dark guys, you are warned! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

You had been there, sitting over your heels, for more than an hour. He held the leash tight, tied to his hand, not letting you relax your legs. You were so sore, thighs trembling. How much time would you be kept like this, humiliated by his side, while your Dark Lord Sauron kept seated very relaxed, his long legs spread before him, answering to his people's pleads... your people, the people who lived under the reign of iron and dust, the grimy southlanders who lost their crops, the pirates, the high ranked orcs who brought him intel and awaited orders... He commanded his hell while playing with the black leather leash tied to your neck, sometimes pulling it up, making you gasp, never looking directly at you. 

He held a smirk on his stubbled face, so handsome under the light of the torches. The sky out there, out of the enormous dark windows, was stormy, but you knew well that the rain those clouds held inside would not do any good to the earth... 

You sighed and the doors of the hall closed. The work of your lord was done. Sauron would finally look at you, so pathetically in love that you accepted that ridiculous punishment... what you have done? Oh, that's right... You talked to one of the human servants... and then, you were seen laughing and joking around with them, and the Dark Lord caught you... He always caught you, he knew every-fucking-thing that happened inside of Barad-dûr. The servant was fed to the wargs, of course. But you... You would never be harmed. He could never hurt you, his precious love, the prettiest human he had ever laid his eyes upon. But you needed to be tamed, you needed to learn your place. You couldn't disobey him like that, messing around with your subjects... Cause you are his Queen, remember? That is what he promised you, he would make you a queen, his queen of light. You would keep him far away from Morgoth's path... He wanted to help heal Middle-earth by your side... To repair the evil they have done in those wars, all the death, and darkness his dark lord Morgoth had spread... But Middle-earth needed rulers, true rulers, not mortals or elves, but a superior being like himself, with power enough to do it in a satisfying way. You were going to be his little wife, his beacon of light, also powerful but guiding him in a way he would not be lost to the shadows... You would help him not succumb to the void...

But the truth is: you fell in love with him, but he treated you like some very exquisite entertainment, and there you were, kneeling by his side on a corset made of see-through lace, held by the neck by a leash, back covered by a sheer robe, pussy unbelievably wet by the whole situation. 

Then, he stood up, loosening the leash, looking at you with a smirk. 

- Can you walk, my love?

You were trembling from the effort of being so much time in that position but you didn't dare complain.

- Yes, my king...

He grinned, his voice full of honey and edge.

- S'pretty like this. Come, by my side, crawling.

Your eyes widened.

- Crawling? On my hands and... knees?

- Yes, my queen. Hands and knees. I have to be sure you learned your lesson. 

You felt the humiliation burning inside your guts, but there was no living thing looking at you or even listening to you at this moment: Sauron had emptied the hall and the corridor to the bedroom. And yes, your knees hurt, you were still so sore and that wasn't helping you at all. The hall echoed your heavy breathing, the clanging of his iron boots on the floor, and his laugh. Sauron laughed so much...  The cool air of the tower's corridors hit your drenched pussy through the thin fabric of the tiny underwear you were wearing, making you shiver in want. The leash clanked from time to time, synchronized with his heavy steps.

The Dark Lord was in his black armor, forged in Mount Doom by himself - he would trust no orc to that work. No, not him, who has learned the work from Aulë.

- Are you ready for the stairs, my queen?

Oh, he would make you climb the stairs... You inhaled deeply, your hands already sore and your knees full of bruises.

- Yes, my king...

- Good, such a good girl now... Go on luv, climb the steps, I am right behind you.

So, you lead the way on the high and dark step way, going up up up, your knees hurting so much you thought you were bleeding, but you couldn't stop now, you were doing great, you made it, and he forgave you... Then finally the last corridor. You stopped for a minute to catch your breath, your hands trembling and your knees burning... He crouched by your side, pulling on the leash to make you look up into his eyes.

- What is it? Are you tired?

- Yes but... I can keep going now, my lord...

- Oh, can you? Really?

- Yes... 

You were almost crying. You didn't want to disappoint him... He was your true love... right?

- Good, let's keep going, luv, we are almost there.

For some more meters you crawled, entering a mental space of total void, total subservience. You were his queen, for him to do what he wanted... To have you in any way he pleased... And you craved his touch, his taste, you knew you would succumb to him easily, you would melt under his kiss as soon as he considered you worthy of it again. When you passed through the enormous black doors to your bedroom, he locked them behind him. 

- You made it, my love. You showed your goodwill. I forgive you. You can stand up now.

You knew you could fall, so you reached to his body, climbing on his long armored legs, clinging to his hips, until you could rest your weary head over his chest covered in black metal, sharp edges hurting your cheek... He looked so menacing like that, he really was the Dark Lord... No wishful thinking could change that. You felt your blood circulation changing and you became lightheaded. He laughed, embracing your trembling body so you wouldn't fall to the ground, the edges digging into your pillowy skin. 

- My good girl, such a good girl... So obedient... Let me clean you up a little bit.

Sauron caught you up in his arms, sitting you on the edge of the bed. Your breasts jiggled so beautifully pressed into that corset, he had to make a stop to lick them, to reach for your nipple under the shiny fabric to tease you a little. He spoke between his teeth:

- Delicious thing... S'pretty...

He murmured such sweet things while tying your leash to the bed header. He kneeled in front of you, holding your chin between his gloved fingers, and kissed you, finally... Your eyes closed instantly, lips parting obediently for his wet hot tongue to swipe your breath away. His kiss always made you feel so dizzy, so euphoric... the flavor of his tongue reminiscent of strong liquors. He got up and disappeared from your view, coming back a little after with a bowl of perfumed water and a warm cloth.

- Let me clean you up, my queen. 

It was such a strange view, for he remained inside the iron cocoon of the menacing Dark Lord armor... But he held the bowl carefully, he touched you carefully.

You relaxed under his hands, an impossible softness, contrasting so greatly with the cold stone floors of the tower from which you had just raised yourself. You then perceived he had ungloved one of his hands so he could touch you skin-to-skin. He applied the warm fabric to your sore body, cleaning with a feathery touch, caressing the skin with his thumb while sliding the compress...

- There you go...

Your knees were now clean, with no sign of dirt, ash, or blood. The only marks were the bruises, that you honestly couldn't say were recent or from other nights... Because there were only nights in Mordor, inside that dark dome...

Sauron pulled a rebel auburn strand behind his ear, lips parting and jaw contracting. You knew that feral gaze so well... He couldn't mask his lust from you, not after so many moments like that. 

His voice, once more, hit your ears in a mellifluous tone:

- Now, luv, give your back to me, hands and knees... Yes, there you go... Perfect, lemme just...

And while you were positioning yourself in the bed, on all fours again, with your backside turned to him, he pressed your face against the mattress with his gloved hand. You gasped, back arching like a cat, ass in the air so close to his face. He slapped your buttcheeks with force, kneading both of them, making you moan at the sharp sensation... 

- Now, my queen, lemme help you with this...

Sauron ripped off your tiny undergarments like it was made of paper, exposing your aching glistening cunt to his wild breath. You heard his laugh, cutting the air like a sharp knife. He noisily inhaled your scent, touching you only with his hot breath, lips almost brushing on your slit.

- So wet... 

He then made you suck two of his rough fingers, which he slid between your folds, making you shiver and moan even more, sending you again to that pleasure zone that erased your thoughts and reason. You were just a body in heat, under his gaze and following the plans of your lover...  

- Is this all for me? Or is this for someone else? Tell me.

You couldn't speak, so he slapped your cunt harshly, making you scream, immediately gushing more of your creamy arousal that you now could feel dripping down your thighs. He collected the fluids that were now over your leg, shining like pearls, and stuck inside his mouth, humming. His voice was playful, venomous, and filled with jealousy and pride.

- Answer me, my queen. Is this all for me?

He continued touching you, caressing your pussy, until he reached your hole and dipped the tips of his fingers into it, crooking them on your rim, making you whine. You sounded pathetic and so horny:

- Yes, my love... This is all for you... I love only you... Oh fuck... 

He was now sucking marks on your soft ass while putting his fingers a little more inside your hole, scissoring them.

You felt tears starting to form in your eyes. You were kept on edge the whole day, barely dressed, tied to the leash, while his - your- subjects came to present their despicable pleads, prohibited to raise their eyes to you... You were exposed but protected... Sauron would instantly pull their guts out of them if they only dared to look at your almost bare forms, at your tender nipples awakened by the cold air of the dark hall, when you tried your best not to choke in the leash held too tightly. Even being outside, barely covered, you were a vision reserved only for the Dark Lord, your husband, your king... You were bound in spirit, not only flesh. But what he did to your body...

He let you go and you heard the heavy boots walking slowly away... Coming back after with a different sound. You didn't dare look, but he went to a spot you were able to see him, now with his chest bare, tight black leather pants, barefoot... Nothing else but the One Ring on his finger and a long silk red scarf you knew so well.

- Look at me, luv. Remember this?

You could only try to breathe an answer.

- Yeah... My Lord...

He smirked, a stunning vision in the dim light of the bedroom. You wanted so much to touch him, to feel his body pressed against yours, to run your lips over his soft skin, to nuzzle his auburn chest hair and inhale deeply... But you had to wait for his permission. You had to earn it, to win his trust again.

- Good. Now, keep your ass up like this. Yes. Good. Raise your chest, and keep on all fours... Perfect.

You knew better, so there you were, ass up, back arched, holding onto your hands and closing your eyes in expectation while he positioned himself behind you again... You could then feel his tongue teasing your wet pussy, his fingers opening it, blowing softly... You could die like that, under his touch, it would be worth it. You then felt the softness of the silk sliding over your clit and you almost fell over your arms, while pleasure took you by assault. He played you so well, sliding slowly but firmly, your wetness soaking the silk, your moans so loud, muffled by the canopy curtains. You were about to come. He knew it. Your voice was a moan.

- My love... I need to cum... I can't...

- Shh... Just a little bit more... Yes, breathe my love... 

The pressure turned unbearable, you couldn't control it anymore. He laughed at you and your tears fell freely to the mattress.

- Please my love... Please... I can't...

- What is this? You can't? Can't what?

Then he stopped. You trembled, releasing a loud whine.

- Why... why My Lord?

His voice stung you:

- You can't control yourself, can you? What a slut... I thought you had more self-control... I cannot let you walk around like this, you cannot take care of yourself. 

- What?

- But do not worry baby girl. I'll keep you safe from all harm. Now... Come for me. Show me your love.

He then started the sliding of the silk scarf again, and you took a minute to come loudly, pussy clenching at nothing, fingers clutching at the sheets, scream after scream leaving your lips... You were drooling and crying, your soul walking on the gardens of paradise itself. 

- Good, well done. 

He came back to your field of vision, body shiny with sweat, the delicious hot odor of his skin making you get aroused again. You closed your eyes in an attempt to regain control over yourself, but he wouldn't have this bullshit.

- Look at me, girl. 

His voice, so sweet, gave you goosebumps. He kept going.

- Open your mouth, luv. Yes, like this.

He kissed your lips in a hungry approach, licking your tongue, holding your face up by the leash. Then, he gazed into your teary eyes and tied the scarf around your head, gagging you. You felt your own scent in it, against your skin, immobilizing your tongue.

- S'pretty... Look at you, my love... so obedient...

He then went back to your ass and just dove his tongue inside your pussy, eating you out avidly, messily, slurping at your juices... Your moans didn't escape the gag, but you were beyond reason, your brain didn't work anymore, you only felt the overwhelming pleasure of his teeth and tongue into your cunt, flickering on your clit, teasing your hole... The next orgasm built itself quickly, under the symphony of his groans and moans, praises soothing you in that storm.

- Such a good girl... You belong to me, don't you? Only me. Nobody else can make you come like me. Nobody...

He brushed his nose to your clit, starting to finger-fuck you while sucking hard on your bud, and you just came so hard. You couldn't hold it back and he knew it. So, you melted into that heavenly sensation... Until you couldn't take it anymore. He didn't stop, though. Kept sucking and sucking and fucking you until another orgasm rippled from your already raw cunt... Your face was covered in sweat and tears, your arms could no longer sustain your body in that position, and you felt dizzy... Finally, he released you, taking the gag away. He sounded commanding:

- Sit on the edge of the bed, now.

When you saw him, it was a very different vision from earlier. He was in his black iron armor now, eyes glowing with mischievousness, lips parted, hair shining in red tones in the flickering light of the candles. He opened the lower part of his armor, managing to free his - oh fuck - hard, thick, leaking cock, holding it in his gloved hands.

- Take it, luv. Open your mouth.

You licked your lips, mouth already watering with that sight. You took him, starting with his swollen head, sucking, spreading spit over his shaft while pumping him slowly. He held you by the leash and you raked your nails over his lower abdomen, his hair-covered navel, never stopping the sucking and licking and bobbing your head. He just grunted, taking now the other hand to your hair, pulling it, entangling your strands to the spiky bits of the gauntlet. 

- Now, faster my love...

You breathed deeply, giving all your energy to that. What you most desired in your life was to be there, his heavy cock inside your mouth, leaking on your tongue, nose brushing over his belly when you managed to deepthroat him... And with a loud moan, he released you, pulling your head with force, his twitching cock falling from your drooling swollen lips... You nuzzled his navel... Your voice was nothing but a mewl:

- My lord... 

- Lay down now my love, I wanna fuck you hard, the way you like.

These words made you shiver, and your head buzzed while you placed yourself over the giant red pillows, spreading your legs for him, and now he was naked... He placed his lean body over yours, so warm, hands cupping your sides, strong fingers ripping the thin fabric of your undergarments in one swift movement, exposing your breasts to his eager mouth. You were still tied by the leash, that he pulled from time to time... But now, you were lost in the feeling of his sloppy kisses over your torso, sucking on your breasts, teasing your nipples, rough hands grabbing all the flesh he could. Sauron hummed in pleasure with all that skin available for him to ruin, to make his. Your body blossomed in tones of purple under his demanding kisses, his tongue licking over the beautiful dark marks all over you... purple, red next to green and yellow older marks... You were his work of art, his canvas. He wanted to melt your brain, make himself the only thought inside your brain for a long time... You wanted to close your eyes, for it was so much pleasure to take, but the vision of his sweaty body sliding over you, his beautiful satin skin moving over the firm muscles below, his beautiful face, and, oh fuck, his eyes... You could swear he was showing his vertical pupils now...

You were about to come again under these touches, but he then aligned himself to you, his voice so husky on your ear, sounding between nibbles at your earlobe:

- Want me to fuck you, luv? To ruin you?

- Yes... Please, my lord... I want you, only you...

He laughed.

- Oh... so good for me now, so good...

He spread your legs even further and entered you without ceremony, making you gasp and then cry in blinding pleasure.

If there was a heaven, it should feel like that. It was the only heaven worthy of any sacrifice.

He slid almost entirely out and bottomed out again, both moaning loudly, Sauron was laughing, caressing your face:

- Pretty thing...

The next moment your mind went blank, for he started to fuck you in a crescent rhythm, his pelvic bone colliding with your clit, his cock reaching such delicious spots inside of you, you just heard your own moans and whines and the wet skin slapping in a quick strong pace.

- My queen... 

You couldn't say anything, only moan and gasp. He positioned one of your legs over his shoulder and you cried with the new intensity of the rubbing over your clit and the deeper reach of his cock. Another earth-shattering orgasm built inside of your worn-out body and you cried out, tears rolling down your face, while your arms pulled his face to you... You wanted to kiss him so bad and he dove into you, tongue chasing yours, hand holding your cheek while he kept drilling and you came, moaning into his mouth, coming messily over his cock, riding him while he kept the rhythm even now... when you came down from your orgasm, you almost fainted. He held your chin and told you in a stern voice:

- Now close your eyes, luv.

You obeyed and opened your mouth. You knew what was gonna happen. He was now crouched over your chest, pumping himself quickly with wet lewd noises, and your mouth just salivating... He came loudly, moaning, spreading his hot come all over your face, saving some to your lips, and you eagerly swallowed all that entered your mouth. 

Sauron then sat by your side, caressing your face and licking your skin clean. When he got satisfied with your cleanliness, you saw his gaze change to a softer look. He untied your neck, kissing your cheek, and your throat, praising how good you had been. 

You had been such a fucking good girl for him, haven't you?

You reached to his face, caressing his stubble, touching his lips, and he captured your finger inside his mouth and sucked it. You moaned but tried to speak anyway, even if It sounded like a mewl.

- I love you so much... 

He smiled softly, kissing your palm now. As if you never had done anything bad, as if you weren't inside that hell land, into the darkest tower of Middle-earth...

- I love you too, my queen. My girl...

His voice was sweet, but you no longer could distinguish honey from poison.

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awwww hehehe more sweet cregan thoughts then <3

the ever serious question of, “would you still love me if i was a worm?” comes up.

and of course cregan’s thick brow is like 🤨

“how could even know it was you if you were wriggling in the mud with no eyes, dearest?”

and he has a moment of panic when he realizes that was the wrong answer and puts his hands out like 🖐️ 🖐️ “shhhhh shhhhh….of course i would-“

(🦢)

Hello! It’s wonderful to wake up to your ask, especially when it’s a cute, funny one like this.

He would give her a very practical answer at first, but quickly realize she’s looking for reassurance. And then he would say something quite intense and reverent along the lines of we are sworn to each other in front of the Old Gods and the Seven, nothing would alter my vow to you.

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Leo Ashton as Aemond Targaryen House of the Dragon | 1.06 The Princess and the Queen

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Sam: Zac and Brennan. Prompt: An Astronaut trying to cover up to NASA that they really fucked up.

Brennan: Colonel Smith. How’s it looking out there? You seeing that bright blue marble?

Zac: Uhhh, Houston, we are seeing that bright blue marble, and it it looking clear.

Brennan: Airlock is secure, you are go for entry to the ISS on recovery mission-

Zac: Copy that, Houston, one second, uhhh… We got some interference! Muting myself… Has anyone seen my box? My juice box?

Sam: (laughs)

Zac: (floating)

Brennan: We’re getting a moisture confirmation in some of the air filtration systems-?

Zac: Yeah! So, I- there’s- you know, there’s- they have these juice boxes, they’re- that- I was told that we were allowed to bring on

Josh: (laughing)

Zac: A lot of them- a lot of them got out. And a lot of them are floating around now. And I put- I pre-put all of the straws

Brennan: You pre-put all the straw-?

Zac: It’s my least favourite part of juice boxes, and so I do it ahead of time so I can reward myself later for the good NASA job I did.

Brennan: Colonel Smith, who told you you could bring PRE-OPENED juice boxes-?

Zac: We get one personal item, is what I heard-

Brennan: NO YOU DON’T!

Sam: I’ll cut you off there!

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i am currently imagining a sequel in my mind and will be hyperfixated on this for the next week and a half 🫡

Dragons In Chains

Pairing: Jacaerys x Targtower reader

Tags: angst, degrading language, power imbalance, dub con, mention of grief, humiliation, mild smut, p. in v. sex, open/hopeful ending

Wordcount: 4,015

Captured by the Greens, Jacaerys is given to Aegon's sister to keep as a pet in her chambers. However, he soon discovers that his captor might be as much a prisoner as he is.

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The heavy tolls of the bells from the city was what pulled you from your reverie as you lounged in your bath, the back of your neck resting on the copper rim. It seemed some sort of event was taking place, but no one had come to fetch you, so you supposed it was neither grim news nor victorious—still you rose from the scented water and walked into the fresh linens your maid held up for you.

You were dressed with an embroidered gown, but with your hair still damp as you walked across the square and into your elder brother Aegon’s chamber, inquiring of the sudden buzzing in the Red Keep. You were stunned into silence and stillness as you crossed the threshold and were met with a pitiful sight. 

Your nephew Prince Jacaerys was bound in the middle of the room, on his knees in front of Aegon, who was sneering down at him. His dark hair was matted with what you guessed to be dried blood, streaks of reddish brown tainting his temple, and chains were binding his ankles together, as well as his hands, kept tight at his lower back. 

“What is the meaning of this?” you asked Aegon, who turned to you with a welcoming smile.

On the floor, Jacaerys’ eyes widened at the sight of you, his chest rising up and down as his breathing quickened, and you truly felt sorry for the young man who had once been a precious childhood companion of yours.

“A celebration, sweet sister. Our uncle has brought a prize from the Riverlands,” he replied, clearly inebriated, cup still in hand. Dark wine spilled on the carpet as he gestured wildly to the prisoner at his feet. “The bastard prince of Dragonstone!”

Aegon erupted in giggles, but you could not find it in yourself to share in his feeling of victory, especially not after what you had just heard from a servant as you had crossed the royal floor. “You had his dragon’s head paraded around the city,” you accused with faint disgust.

“So that everyone could see his demise… the whore’s own son and heir!” he proclaimed, spilling more wine—this time it wet Jacaerys’ curls, but the young prince remained silent, his mouth curling downwards. A dark bruise was blooming on his cheekbone, purple and yellow, and his lip bore a cut, which was freshly bleeding.

“The people will see this as a dark omen, brother!” you cried out as you approached him, and he took a stumbling step towards you. “Now they’ve all seen that dragons can be slain like any other beast!”

“And they’ve seen that I am to feared, that I will come out victorious!” Aegon protested, gesturing wildly again until you took the cup from him and set it aside. “Don’t you see that, sister?”

“He is still a Targaryen, still your kin,” you defended, gentler, desperate to appease him—only the gods knew what the grief-stricken king would do now he had his hands on a son of Rhaenyra. “Show him mercy, and let it be known throughout the realm that King Aegon is gracious and honorable.”

Aegon hesitated, and for a moment you thought you had spoken reason into him, but then a wicked smile spread over his face and amusement danced in his eyes. He extended his hand and the sentry gave him the chain that bound Jacaerys, and horror curled in your stomach as you saw it led to a steel collar around his neck.

“Here sister, you always wanted a pet, didn’t you?” he asked, and for a long, agonizing second you clung to the belief that he was jesting, but then the chain was put in your hand.

“Aegon, you cannot be serious,” you breathed, and he giggled, clearly satisfied with his idea. 

“You're the only one of us without a dragon,” he said with a shrug, reaching up to stroke your cheekbone with the back of his knuckles. “This is the best I can do…”

You trembled, the chain cold in your hand, your mind rushing as you thought of how to escape this indignity, but he spoke again before you could refuse him. “Would you rather I give him to Aemond to keep as his plaything?” he asked, his eyes turning serious again, and you startled.

“No!” you cried out, then forced yourself to smile, cradling the chain to your chest. “No, this is a very generous gift, your grace. Thank you,” you said, pressing a kiss to Aegon’s cheek, who giggled again and turned to his prisoner.

“My sister will take very good care of you,” he said, kicking Jacaerys with the toe of his boot. “Which is more than a half-breed like you deserves.” 

One of the sentries forced him to his feet and he hissed, clearly wounded, and he stumbled a bit, only kept upright by the guard’s hand under his arm. “Make sure to break in the little beast,” Aegon told you as you were escorted out, your new charge in toe.

Jacaerys watched as his aunt let go of the chain as soon as the two of you had crossed the threshold of what he assumed to be your chambers, dropping it to the floor as though the steel had burned your hand. You were quick to order a bath to be drawn, and for the bulky chains to be removed, claiming they were too heavy for your comfort.

Jace floated in and out of his own head as he was bathed, the caked blood rubbed from his curls and his skin, hissing slightly as fresh clothes were pulled over his bruises. He swallowed furious tears as a green doublet bearing the Hightower sigil was fastened across his chest.

He was left on the ground, chained to the heavy bedpost with his arms behind his back, to await his captor’s return—he brought his knees to his face, hiding his frustration and despair. He had only himself to blame for his recklessness and arrogance. He had thought he could fly across the realm safely and recruit armies to his mother’s cause, but that was without the ambush laid at the Twins, and the scorpion that had taken the life of his dragon.

Now it would be days before his mother would learn of his fate, and she did not have the advantage; he was well and truly defeated now, and only the gods knew when he would know freedom again. His only consolation was that Aegon had had the twisted idea to give him to you, his aunt, rather than the kinslayer that had taken his brother’s life. It was a small blessing, but one brought by drunkenness and idiocy rather than mercy.

Jacaerys was pulled out of his miserable thoughts when the door opened again and he saw two sets of feet appeared though the curls that had fallen into his eyes—small, dainty slippers that he knew to be yours, and a pair of boots that he recognized as a Kingsguard.

“By order of the king, you are to remain here until the princess commands us to fetch you and put you back in your cage,” came the harsh order, and he nodded silently before his head was pulled back by his hair, and the guard pointed to the open door where he could see in the hallway.

Bile rose in his throat as he saw the large cage pushed against the opposite wall, and he understood he was not to be kept in a dungeon like he had assumed, but rather like a dog.

“Thank you, ser. I shall keep him here for now,” you said pleasantly, if a bit tense, and the man let go of Jacaerys. “He makes for a rather pretty sight, and you know what a collector I am.”

Jace’s chest hurt from swallowing a sob as he remembered details from your shared childhood, how you were indeed fond of collecting pretty things. As a child he had often brought you trinkets to add to your collection of beauties, and now he found himself part of it, prisoner in what was only a gilded cage.

The door closed again, and for a moment the room was filled with your combined breathing, both hurried. With a sigh you sat in front of him on the carpet, searching his gaze until he could see the tears in your eyes, but they only made anger coil behind his breastbone, hot and heavy.

“I am sorry. I could not let Aegon give you to Aemond, he’d sooner feed you to his dragon—” you started, and he shook in his chains.

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” he spat out, and you visibly recoiled, ashamed.

“I cannot free you of the shackles, but you may be comfortable here,” you offered, still kind despite his outburst, and his shoulders relaxed slightly. At the least you would not strike him, he surmised, as he didn’t remember you inclined to violence.

“Leave me be,” he whispered, curling in on himself, and you complied. 

Some sort of gasp pulled you from your sleep that night, and you laid there, wide awake in the darkness as you listened to Jacaerys, who was quietly sobbing. Still chained at the foot of your bed, you had preferred the humiliating sight of him kneeling on the carpet to the utter indignity of the cage in the hallway. You had ordered your guards to leave him for you to enjoy—the words had burned your throat, and you had loathed how smooth the lie had sounded, how easily you had been believed.

“Jacaerys?” you called softly, and silence fell over your room like the strike of lightning. “Are you cold, or in pain?”

More silence came over the two of you until finally, he spoke in a whisper. “No,” he said, his voice rough and broken, slightly breathless.

“For what it is worth, I am truly sorry,” you offered once more, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. “You do not deserve to be kept here in this fashion.”

You had given him a plush pillow and an embroidered blanket— a servant had come with a plate of supper that he had refused to touch, and a cup of water that he had drunk only when you turned, averting your eyes from the miserable sight he made.

“Then set me free,” came the pitiful answer, and your chest ached as you refused him.

“I cannot. Aegon would have me beaten bloody. And Aemond…” you said, tears coming to your eyes once more. You wished to reach out in the darkness, to forget about the horrors of this war and to find your friend again.

“You fear them,” Jace said, and you loathed how you could hear the frown in his voice. Your tears spilled on your cheeks, and you wondered if his own eyes were doing the same, flooding his face with silent sorrow.

“I fear what power has made of them,” you admitted, wetting your lips. “What grief has made of Aegon.”

As there was no answer you rose slowly, forgoing your slippers and padding barefooted on the cold stones and plush carpet until you had wet a cloth in water, and to the low light of the candle, turned to Jacaerys once again.

Your face was flushed, your eyes red, as you sat across from him once again. Perhaps it was the darkness and coldness of the night that had lowered his defenses, but this time he did not send you away as you pressed a cold cloth to his cheek. It was aching, a low pulse that made him remain aware of the violence of the blow he had taken across the face.

He contemplated the grief that had brought the both of you here as you dabbed his face gently, your hair spilling across your shoulders, rays of moonlight in the thick night.

“Did my sister order this?” you suddenly murmured, and you didn’t need to be more explicit. “Tell me the truth.”

“Daemon took it upon himself to avenge Luke,” Jacaerys swallowed against his own tears, loathing how his voice broke nearing the end of his sentence. “Aemond was supposed to be the target.”

The cloth fell to the floor as you were taken by silent sobs, and his chains rattled as he tried to move against them, to reach out to you despite his anger. “She is sorry, that an innocent was struck down,” he said with difficulty, and it did not calm your tears.

“I am sorry… about Luke,” you whispered, and the darkness swallowed your shared sorrow. The two of you remained a while, collapsed on the floors, crying into the darkness.

Darkness became your refuge, the place where you would converse in whispers, sometimes in hissed breaths as you disagreed, or he pleaded for your help, sometimes in soothing murmurs when you reminisced of your shared years within the walls of the Red Keep.

The ghosts of your mutual losses hung heavily between you, and in a way you clung to the innocents as though they would keep the two of you from insanity, from going mad in these chambers.

During the day he was allowed some leave, walking your quarters free of his chains, save for one at his ankle, and as night came, he was brought back to his place at the foot of the bed, his wrists bound again in shackles, by his sides.

Time dragged on and he could hardly tell how long he had spent here, suspended, on the outside of his life. A servant had tied him again after a light supper—he had finally accepted food after feeling his mind fading from him, and decided that he needed his strength for when the opportunity to escape would present itself.

The maid had left the key for you to find on a high dresser, but you did not spare it a glance when you came in after your bath, a flurry of fabric and loose, damp hair.

“What has happened?” Jacaerys asked, dread curling in his stomach. He watched as you clung to the back of a chair, breathing deeply.

“Aegon is wounded, the Maester doesn't think he will live,” you finally managed to say, and Jacaerys hid his relieved face in his knee, but he supposed you could guess the smile that spread across his face. However his joy and hope were short-lived as you spoke again, and the dread returned to him.

“They have appointed Aemond as regent,” you said, fear making your voice waver. 

By now you were painfully aware that your faction was creating chaos more than peace, with Aegon deeply wounded, Aemond would surely be going on a rampage soon enough, and set the realm ablaze. You could hardly find your breath again as a knight knocked, then entered without waiting.

“The prince regent,” he announced, and you swiftly turned to face the door, painting a pleased expression on your face.

“Well, well,” Aemond crooned as he stalked in, his wrists resting atop the pommel of Blackfyre, and you took a few steps back until the back of your knees hit the mattress. 

“Come to admire my prize?” you smiled as you sat at the foot of your bed.

Jacaerys tugged against his chains furiously at the sight of Aemond, and you grabbed the back of his head, burying his face into your thigh. Your fingers curled into his hair as you attempted to shield him from Aemond’s eye and soothe his sudden agitation.

“You’ve always been fond of pretty things,” the prince commented, almost contemplative.

“Now I have a dragon, just as the rest of you,” you quipped with false humor. “You’re not going to come take my plaything now, Aemond?” you asked, fear turning your tone cold and hard, and Aemond’s bowed lips curled in a mirthless smile.

“Is that what he is, your plaything?” your brother asked, low and dangerous.

“You get to play at the throne now, allow me more… pleasant pursuits?” you suggested, lifting your chin to look at him, almost teasing, and it earned you a pleased hum before Aemond kissed you, curling his tongue into your mouth with ruthless intent.

Jacaerys made a sound as your hand tightened in his hair, betraying your tension. Aemond laughed as he pulled away, an edge of disgust to his tone as he spoke. “I think your pet requires your attention.”

You made a soothing sound, forcing yourself to pat the back of Jace’s head as you would do an upset hound—it hid the trembling of your hand well enough, and you hoped Aemond’s lack of depth perception would work in your favor.

“Show me he’s worthy of you, and I’ll allow you to keep him,” he said against your hair, making you shiver in dread. Slowly, he reached for you, parting your knees with the back of his knuckles—he was uncharacteristically agitated, on edge, and you feared to upset him.

Aemond lifted your dress, humming pleasantly. “Come on, pet, show us how you please your mistress,” came the chilling words as he pulled the chain that was wrapped around the bedpost, forcing Jacaerys to come between your legs.

You looked down as your nephew pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee, almost an apology, but there was utter fury in his eyes, and Aemond made an impatient noise, tugging the chain again. You gasped aloud as Jace flattened his tongue on your folds, bold, as though he was practiced—and you thanked the gods that he did not seem hesitant. Aemond hummed again, pressing a hot kiss into your temple, then turned. 

“Are you leaving?” you forced yourself to ask as Jace rested his forehead on the inside of your thigh, frozen in place.

“Playing at the throne is serious business, sister, we cannot all lounge in silk and debauchery all day,” he said over his shoulder as he left. Both you and your nephew startled as the door slammed shut and you rushed to lock it, pressing your ear to the wood and listening to your brother’s retreating steps. 

“I’m sorry…” you whispered as you turned, watching as Jacaerys swallowed painfully, wiping his mouth on a corner of the bed, his cheeks flushed.

He had not set eyes on Aemond since that fateful dinner, a mere few hours before the realm had tipped into chaos. Upon seeing his smug expression and the arrogant way with which he wore the emblematic sword and dagger, and a fury so burning it had nearly choked him had erupted in him. 

It had made his blood hot, and he curled in on himself to hide his reaction to the touch he had been forced to perform on you—he was disgusted at himself, at how your warmth had also made heat bloom within him. He had not felt any sort of pleasure since being captured and his body longed for release, and there you were, kind and sweet.

As you lay together in the dark that night, you watched the shadow of his head as he rested the back of his neck on the foot of the bed, looking up at the ceiling, very much like you often did. You wondered what images appeared on the smooth surface, cast by his own mind. 

“You are not safe with him,” Jacaerys mused out loud after a long while of silence, and you shivered. You knew how dangerous Aemond was, now that power was within his grasp, and with it the utter certainty that he would not hesitate to take what he thought was his.

“Aemond takes what he thinks he is owed,” you replied, your voice strangely flat. 

“What will you do when he comes for you?” he asked, then you heard him swallow audibly. “What will he do with me?”

His words hung heavy in the air until they suffocated you and you bolted from the bed without thinking. Jace called your name as you retrieved the key and knelt on the carpet to unlatch the cuffs, which fell to the carpet with a muted sound.

He froze at that, and so did you—he could easily hurt you, perhaps even subdue you before you could call for help. He would not get far, he knew, certainly not past the guards, but another man might think harming you would be enough. 

However, now he realized that this room was your gilded cage as much as it was his, and your cuffs were not made of steel but of silk, of the color of your hair and of your gender. The two of you were breathing furiously, and Jace’s heart ached when he reached out and you didn’t flinch, but looked surprised when instead of pushing you down, he pulled you up and guided you to the bed again.

Without a word he climbed onto the mattress and you scooted back until he had you pressed upon the plush pillows. You might have whispered his name before his mouth descended on yours and you swallowed his fury, his hope, his grief. 

Only your hurried breaths disturbed the quiet of the night as you pulled at your gown and unlaced his breeches, fingers trembling. You said nothing as he pressed into you and he did not ask if you had been breached before.

Your arms around his back were almost suffocating, your fingers digging into his flesh as he thrusted into you, careless but not ungentle. He took you harder than you would have liked, but you did not begrudge him, and his kisses to your mouth and neck tasted like apologies. 

In a few hours he would be back in chains, but for now he allowed himself a few moments of freedom, lost in the pleasure between your legs.

“We shall face Aemond’s fury together,” one of you murmured after the crashing waves of your combined pleasure had passed, and it sounded like an oath.

The next time the night was disrupted, it wasn’t by sighs of pleasures or tentative moans, but by the furious knock of a servant. Jacaerys rose from where he was nestled against your chest, and you rushed to the door, barely opening a sliver.

Hushed whispers set Jace on edge as he waited in the middle of the rumpled sheets—now he spent his nights tangled in them, shackled to you by hope, rather than by steel at the foot of your bed.

The door closed and you turned again, your face partially obscured. “Your mother has raised commoners into dragonlords,” you said in a confused tone, and a strangled laugh escaped Jace’s lips.

“She’s done it…” Jacaerys whispered, a great sense of victory taking hold of him, and you made a questioning sound. “We entertained the idea, I did not think it would come into being,” he said, rising to meet you, his hands curling at your forearms. Hope was nearly choking him, and he knew the morning would bring terrible choices. 

“She has at least two new riders now, perhaps three. She is surely coming for you,” you pressed in a panic, your breath hot against his face.

“Come with me,” Jacaerys whispered, his hands holding your face close. You still smelled of him, of his sweat and his pleasure. “We will keep you safe.”

“What of my sister, of my niece?” you asked, shaking your head, but Jacaerys did not let you step away, holding you firmly against him. 

“Either I stay and we take Aemond down together,” he said, looking down at the chains that were pooled on the floor, and an image of pure horror came to your mind, choking you. “Or you help me escape this place, and leave with me.”

The ground crumbled under your feet just as your certainties did, and you fell to your knees on the plush carpet. Jacaerys did not kneel, instead remained standing, tall and proud and finally, after all those weeks, filled with hope. You pressed your forehead against his knee and he held your hair as you cried, suffocated by the grief of your own decision. 

Dividers by @/saradika

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