#jace smut
Text
Sweet Fruit ~ Jace x Snow!Reader
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
summary: You and Prince Jacaerys cannot stay away from each other, no matter how much you need to.
rating: 18+ (detailed warnings below the cut)
note: specifically for my love @osferthsbussy😘
warnings: p in v, spanking, choking, size k*nk lowkey, slight humiliation, punishment, fem receiving oral, breeding kink
Since the encounter in your chambers, you waited with bated breath for Prince Jacaerys to arrive at your door later that night. You’d taken a hot bath to prepare, lathering yourself in sweet oils and wrapping yourself in your favorite shift.
You seated yourself in front of the fire, wrapped in furs, and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
The night grew longer and your candles burned until the wicks were spent, a hole gnawed in your gut at your empty bed.
You try not to appear too disappointed, though you do not see the Prince for several days after this incident. He has gone with Cregan to hunt, and does not return for nearly a week’s time. Even then, he avoids you, until Cregan announced a feast at the week’s end.
There was no avoiding you then. You’d dressed in your best gown for the occasion, a deep maroon, with an exceptionally tight bodice. Your brother, with the dragon prince by his side, greeted you as you entered the hall.
“Surely you’ve heard the news sister,” Cregan says while embracing you.
Your eyes flicker to Jacaerys before you shake your head.
“We shall ride south, in the name of the true Queen of Westeros, Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Cregan tells you, lifting his goblet high.
You smile incredulously, eyes flickering toward the prince, who shall not meet your eyes.
“Congratulations, my prince,” you tell him bitterly, “The North is truly yours.”
Jace mumbles a thank you, nodding his head politely. He is nothing if not a gentleman.
“I suppose you must be thrilled to head back to your betrothed,” Cregan says, clasping a hand on his back, “I understand Lady Baela was not pleased with your plans to wed her after the war, rather than before.”
“No, she was not,” Jace agreed, brown eyes finally meeting yours.
“She may rest easy knowing you shall be wed soon,” Cregan says, smashing his goblet against Jace’s, “For when the wolves ride south, we shall take your mother’s throne back within the fortnight!”
The hall cheers at Cregan’s words but your eyes are locked on Jace’s. What about me, your eyes ask. What about me?
“Congratulations again, my prince,” you tell him, smiling tightly and curtseying.
You turn away from him, moving into the crowd, but you feel his presence close on your heels.
“Y/N-”
“I’m sure Lady Baela is wonderful,” you tell him, “She shall make a lovely bride.”
Jace reaches out, grabbing your arm. You stop, looking back at him, eyes flickering from his hand that clings to you to his face.
“Careful, my prince,” you tell him, tugging yourself free, “Wouldn’t want people to get the wrong impression.”
You continue moving away from him, deciding to spend the rest of the night dancing, frolicking about, and kissing any man and woman you can get your hands on. Greedy, bastard girl, that’s what you are after all isn’t it? Nothing more, nothing less, least of all to the son of the heir to the Iron Throne.
Hours later a knock comes at your door. You pout, having been ready to drink yourself to a state of dreamless sleep, before opening the door. Jace pushes his way instead, closing the door swiftly behind him. You move away from his grabbing hands, unable to keep the disappointment from your face.
“Careful,” you tell him, “Someone could see. Wouldn’t want any word getting back to your lady wife, now would we?”
Jace stands by the door, hands curled into fists by his side, lower lip held firmly between his teeth. You watch him through watery eyes. His hair has grown longer since his time at Winterfell, the curls falling onto his shoulders. Your hands twitch at your sides; you’d like nothing more than to run your fingers through them.
“What are you doing?” he asks, softly.
“I’ve no idea what you-”
“No,” Jace interrupts, his voice calm, “What are you doing?”
You don’t speak. You just watch him, heart beating erratically in your chest.
“You’re leaving Winterfell,” you tell him.
“Yes,” he says, brown eyes meeting yours.
“Leaving me,” you clarify and he doesn’t answer this time.
You scoff, moving to fill a goblet with wine.
“You’ve acted inappropriately,” Jace tells you, “Tarnishing your reputation, your name-”
“Snow?” you ask, “Tis already tarnished. A bastard is born stained. I shall be this way all my life.”
His nose twitches.
“As shall you,” you hiss.
“The words you speak are treasonous,” he tells you.
“Kill me then,” you demand, “You rather enjoyed my treacherous mouth the other night.”
“Y/N-” he begins, but his voice trails off.
“Lie to yourself all you want,” you tell him, stepping closer, “Go to Dragonstone, marry Baela, father a dozen silver babes, and die.”
Your lip trembles, the word die coming out in almost a whine. Jace looks at you, eyes flickering about your face. He brings his hand to your cheek, stroking away a tear that falls. You close your eyes, trying to turn your face away but he holds your cheek firmly.
“Die,” you repeat, and he brings his hand to cup your other cheek, “Die.”
His lips are on yours and he greedily swallows your heated threat, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You kiss him back, grabbing the front of his shirt, and pulling him against you. It’s hungry and needy and aggressive but you don’t care. In here he is yours; within the walls of Winterfell, he belongs to you.
You tumble backward onto the furs of your bed, letting his weight fall on top of you, stealing the breath from your lungs. You move to remove his clothes, nails scratching at him desperately, one hand winding in his curls. Your center aches without him, you need him inside you desperately.
You’re not a maiden, haven’t been for some time. You’d gifted your maidenhead to a sellsword from White Harbor years ago.
Jace grabs your wrists, pinning them over your head, breathing heavily as his eyes meet yours. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, night shift bunched at your middle.
“You’ve not been kind this evening,” he murmurs in a rough voice, “You’ve tormented me yet again.”
“Tis because you are mine to torment,” you hiss, and he brings a hand to rest at your throat.
“When shall you learn?” he asks, applying the slightest pressure, “What must I do to make you behave?”
“Your cock is a good start,” you tease, feeling the mood begin to lighten, the heat beginning to pool between your thighs.
“You’re a mad woman,” he says, connecting your mouths once more in a passionate kiss.
As soon as he kisses you, he moves from on top of you, dragging you across his lap.
“You do require a lesson,” he tells you, moving your small clothes from your bottom half.
Your breath hitches as your small clothes pool around your ankles. Jace brings his hand down, harshly spanking you, the sound echoing like the cracking logs of your fire. He continues spanking you, one brutal slap after the other, his large hands squeezing and rubbing your aching cheeks between each blow.
You can feel yourself dripping on his thigh, the delicious sting only fueling the ache between your thighs. Your whimpers and sharp cries only spur Jace on as he continues to deliver your punishment.
“Tis not even a punishment,” Jace says, clicking his tongue and running a finger along your soaked folds, “Look how wet you are.”
He releases you then and you crawl off him, slumping to the floor. Humiliation tingles through you as you glance up at him. Jace runs his fingers against his leather-clad thigh, gathering the wetness that pooled there.
His eyes flicker to your face.
“Clean me up,” he orders.
You pause for a moment, before reaching for a handkerchief.
“With your mouth,” he instructs.
You blush scarlet, surprised by his lewd command. But you do as you’re told, positioning yourself between his thighs, bringing your mouth to his leather pants. You lick and suckle, tasting your arousal, whimpering as Jace moves some hair from your face. He’s soon satisfied, pulling your face away and kissing you, dragging you back to straddle him.
“Fuck I love the taste of you,” he says, sucking on your lower lip, “I couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink knowing this is what awaited me.”
He flips you onto your back, kneeling between your legs.
“How does one go back to the food of this realm when they’re tasted ambrosia?” he murmurs, moaning as his mouth covers your dripping slit.
A strangled cry rips through your lungs as his tongue curls against your inner walls. He laps his tongue against you desperately, as though he’s been wandering around the sandy dunes of Dorne, with nothing to quench his thirst. Though he enjoys the sounds you make with his tongue buried as deep as it can go inside of you, he prefers the small moans and pants that are elicited when he circles the tip of his tongue around your needy pearl.
He settles there, at the top of your mound, suckling in your pearl in his mouth until you’re crying out, scraping your nails against his scalp hard enough to draw blood.
Jace moves to lay on top of you, his nose brushing against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him against you.
“Please,” you murmur, “Please, please.”
His brown eyes meet yours, lips brushing against your own as you keep whispering into his mouth.
“Your maidenhead-”
“I’m hardly a maiden,” you admit, cheeks rosy with the confession.
Jace looks at you, eyes wide, not with judgement, but with something else.
“I…” he begins, “I have never…” he trails off, blush blooming on his cheeks.
You smile softly, smoothing his curls away from his face.
“You mean to tell me you are a maiden, my prince?” you softly tease, nails trailing down the side of his throat.
“I just have never…” he struggles to find the words, “Yes, I suppose I am.”
A giggle leaves your lips and Jace finds himself chuckling as well before capturing your lips in a heated kiss once more. You bring your hands to his breaches, feeling the hardness of his manhood eagerly pressing against the constraints of his pants. You free his cock with ease, letting it slap against your hand before wrapping your fingers around him.
A shiver rolls through you at his the thickness of him, the arousal pooling between your legs even more so at the thought of him inside of you.
“Will it…” Jace asks, face scrunching in pleasure as you stroke him, “Gods…will it fit?”
“Mhmm,” you assure him, though you are unsure, “The gods made us for each other.”
Jace kisses you as you guide him towards your throbbing center, running the fat tip of his cock along your soaked slit. Jace’s hips buck as the contact, and he begins to ease himself inside of you.
“Seven above,” he gasps, jaw slacked with pleasure, “Oh Seven save me.”
“Fuck,” you hiss at the burning stretch of him.
It is deliciously painful as he bottoms out, breaking you open, nearly splitting you in half.
“Are you…?”
“A moment,” you tell him, through clenched teeth, “Just a moment.”
“Take all the time,” he assures you, placing soft kisses across your face.
You wait, letting him rest within you before you begin to return his kisses, nodding for him to move. Slowly, carefully he lifts his hips, dragging his cock along your tender walls, before rolling them against you. The sounds you begin to make have Jace trembling above you, continuing his thrusts.
“Seven hells,” he grunts, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, “So tight, so warm, fuck.”
You claw desperately at his shoulders, his back, anywhere that brings him closer to you. His cock feels so perfect inside of you, the pain nearly completing gone and replaced by white hot pleasure.
Jace glances down between you, where you both are connected, watching his soaked cock slide in and out of you. He moves a hand to your lower stomach, pressing down. All the pleasure seems to zero in where he presses, as though he can feel with his hand the bulge of his cock through your lower stomach.
“Jace,” you whine, feeling your limbs tingle with the promise of your imminent release.
“Squeezing me so tight,” he moans, “Fuck, I can feel it.”
Your legs tremble around him as your second climax washes over you, constricitng his cock in a vicelike grip.
“You’ve peaked?” Jace asks, noting the way your face scrunches, the way your cunt constricts him, “Seven hells you’re fucking perfect around me.”
He moves your left leg then, hooking it over his shoulder as he continues to plow into you. Each thrust in your quivering cunt sends heat pooling in your belly.
“Taking me so well,” Jace says, eyes trained on his cock dissappearing inside you, “Seven hells, I’m close, what…”
“Stay,” you beg him, “Stay inside me please.”
Jace’s answering kiss is ferocious, his hips desperately slapping against you, his pace increasing.
“I’ll stay,” he tells you, mouth pressed against yours, “I’ll stay with you.”
Your arms wrap around his neck, kissing him hungrily. Jace moves his lips across your face, down the crook of your neck.
“Seven hells, I’m going to fill you with my seed,” he moans, “Watch you swell with my children.”
“Please,” you tell him, “I’ll give you many sons.”
“How many?” he questions.
“However many you desire,” you whimper, “Keep me full always with your seed, swollen with your child.”
Jace’s answering moan and stuttering of his hips tells you that’s exactly what he intends, as you feel the warmth of his seed fill your throbbing cunny. As he unsheathes himself from you, you can feel your mingled releases dripping from your center.
The unpleasant empty feeling is short lived as Jace plunges two thick fingers inside of you, curling them against your sweet spot. You gasp as he fingers you towards your third peak, utilziing his thumb to tap at your sensitive pearl.
“You must keep it inside you,” he murmurs, “Your cunny responds so well to me.”
“Fuck, fuck!” you squeak, legs thrashing as your peak washes over you.
Jace keeps his fingers sheathed in your cunt, but moves to lay on top of you. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, uncosciously.
“Does my lady need more?” Jace asks, gently curling his fingers, stroking your most sensitive spot.
A sharp whine leaves your lips and you burrow your face against his chest. He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“No please,” you tell him, “Too much.”
“I shall stop,” he tells you, uncurling his fingers.
“Stay,” you tell him, placing kisses across his chest, “Stay with me.”
Jace doesn’t answer with words, he doesn’t need to. He stays with you the remainder of the night, and the following evening you are bound together beneath the Weirwood tree in the godswood, before the eyes of the Old Gods and the New.
note: hope you liked it! just realized I don't have a Jace taglist so will be reblogging with general HOTD tags!
#hotd jacaerys#jace smut#jace velaryon x reader#jace velaryon x you#jace velaryon#jace x reader#jace velaryon smut#jacaerys valaryon x reader#jacaerys fic#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys x you#jacaerys x reader#jace x you#jace x y/n#jacaerys x y/n#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon smut#jacaerys velaryon x you#jacaerys velaryon imagine#hotd smut#jacaerys smut
633 notes
·
View notes
Text
for the kingdom: part IV
summary: being the youngest daughter of alicent, you hadn’t known what it was like to feel restraint until you had been betrothed to the eldest son of queen rhaenyra for a pact. for who? for the kingdom
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader
warnings/notes: 18+, brief mention of pointy object, jace and y/n being two snarky assholes, oral (f receiving), first time, fingering, annoying brothers, orgasms, filth
part: I, II, III, IV
"I thought both of you were due at a later date."
Your sworn guard's voice chimed in as he offered his arm to you, letting you hold onto it while you fixed your dress after arriving on dragonback.
"Would you stay in a place where you were almost killed?" You raised an eyebrow at him, and he shook his head quietly, muttering a 'no'.
A scoff leaves your lips. You pat Meraxes on her side, her mewl sounding in your ears as she lays on the ground. With a nod from you, Criston brings you your horse, helping you on it before the two of you ride to the dragonpit to meet with Jacaerys.
When the gates opened, the guards all bowed to you, including the familiar green dragon and brunette man stationed near the stone building's main entrance.
"My dear wife," Jacaerys greets, looking up at you, nodding at Criston.
"Husband." You reply plainly.
The three of you return to the Red Keep, and you notice that the eyes of the handmaidens and knights you passed looked relieved to see you.
An ensemble of noblemen, knights, and handmaidens welcomed the three of you back as soon as the gate to the courtyard opened. Jace's mother, Rhaenyra, stood in the middle with her Hand, Corlys, beside her.
You sigh, hearing the same sigh come from Criston as his face hardens.
"Jace!" Rhaenyra says loudly, her relief palpable as Jace dismounts his horse. The two engulf in a hug, Luke and Joffrey joining in. You watched the four of them weirdly while giving the rope to a random servant.
You stood behind Jace silently, crossing your arms over your chest as usual while leaning your weight on your left hip.
"It's good to see you okay, princess." A deep voice speaks out. You glanced at Corlys sharply, raising an eyebrow before nodding. "Where's Aemond? Mother?" You ask in a quiet voice.
The hand does not reply but just shrugs at you, not knowing where they are.
"Y/N, gods, I'm so thankful you're okay," Rhaenyra suddenly interjected, your eyes widening in surprise at what she said and at the sudden hug that was short as you pulled away quickly. The hug was full of nothing but concern—the way Rhaenyra touched the side of your head to make sure there weren't any cuts or wounds on you.
Jacaerys smiles while you stand there awkwardly. "It wasn't too bad, your grace," you retaliated, glancing over at Luke then down to Joffrey.
"Rest for a while. You and Jacaerys just got back, we'll talk about what happened in Winterfell later." Rhaenyra says, pursing her lips at both you and Jace.
Once the whole greeting was finished, your entire family was nowhere to be found, you followed your husband back to your chambers compliantly. Too drained out to even care anymore.
The moment you entered your chambers, you plopped down hard on the bed, face first. Letting Jace handle whatever business the servants had as they placed your bags inside.
"How's uhm... how are you feeling?"
"Ecstatic." You deadpanned, your voice muffled by the cushions.
You heard his restrained chuckle from beside you, and your body completely turned to watch the servants bring both of your bags inside. Jace smiling at them warmly in thanks.
When he turned back at you, you had your head shoved into the cushions.
"Your mother's at the septon, by the way. Along with Helaena and your brothers." Sitting on a random chair in your chambers, Jace says.
"I'm supposed to care because?"
He rolls his eyes at you, massaging his forehead. "The servants said they have already been informed of your return. Allegedly, your mother was furious upon told that you killed someone."
Jace kept a neutral expression on his face as you sat up straight and stared at what he said.
"And you didn't bother telling them that you were a part of it as well? It's not like I was the only one in that room that night," You replied back furiously, walking out of the bed.
"They have already told your mother by the time I asked," Jace says with a shrug.
Your eyebrow arched. "You asked?"
Jace shrugged, propping his leg up against the chair as he began reading a random book from the table, not bothering to respond. A discreet raise of the side of his lips going unnoticed from you.
You roll your eyes at him, laying back down on the bed as you start to let sleep slowly consume you quietly.
"Y/N?! Where are you?" A loud knock strikes your chamber's steel door, jolting both you and Jacaerys to your feet.
As you watched, he opened the door with furrowed brows, the door bursting open with your sister's worried face.Her eyes widen as she notices you on the bed and rushes to your side, engulfing you in a hug.
Your eyes look at her weirdly, catching Aemond walk into the room after her. Aegon entered last with a tired look on his face and his arms crossed.
"Were you hurt?" Helaena asks out of concern.
"I'm fine, Helaena." You pulled off her hand on your cheek before standing her up. You pursed your lips, glaring at your two brothers and then glancing at your husband, who looked incredibly awkward and unsure, merely watching you and your siblings.
As Helaena continued to worriedly ask about you, Aegon craned his neck to look at Jace with a teasing glint in his eyes.
Jacaerys glanced quickly, meeting his eyes before looking away with a clenched jaw.
"I heard... you left my sister in your chambers with a murderous fool," Aegon says quietly as they both sit across from each other on a random couch inside the large chamber.
Aemond hummed as he walked away from Helaena's side after he asked about your state, his eyebrow jerking when he saw Jace glaring at his brother.
"I didn't leave her. I went outside to see what was causing the smoke. The door was locked before I got back." Jace replied nonchalantly.
Aegon frowns teasingly, shrugging carelessly at his younger brother.
"However, it appeared that our sister was more of a man than you... Having the guts to kill the man, something you wouldn't do even if your wife's life was on the line." Aemond then says so in a calm tone, brushing his fingers over the surface of the table.
You overheard their conversations, turning your head to look at your two brothers, who seemed to be preying on your husband, who did not seem to take it well.
An irritated huff leaves your lips. "Leave my husband alone, dear brothers."
The three of them turned to you.
"You two haven't seen me in days, and that's all you have to say to welcome me back?"
"What, you want a welcoming drink?" With a mocking chuckle, Aegon grabs a chalice from beside him.
You rolled your eyes at him. It took you a minute to stare eye-to-eye at Aemond before he nodded. You gently caress Helaena's arm, inviting her to leave your chambers.
"Leave, Aegon. Before I ask Jace to kick you out." You spoke with crossed arms before he laughed.
"Him? Kicking me out? I'm sure he kicked your intruder out as well in Winterfell." Aegon laughs loudly, patting Jace's shoulder and then yours before Aemond closes the door behind the three of them.
You turned to raise your eyebrow at your husband, his hand resting stressfully on the side of his temple. His eyes moved to connect with yours, and the side of your lips raised slightly.
"I kicked the intruder out," you emphasized the "I"
"Killed." Jacaerys brings up.
"Whatever."
It's been a mere hour since you left the comfort of your own chambers, sitting around the rectangular table with your mother and Rhaenyra sitting across from each other while you and Jace sat on either side, respectively.
"I want this man executed!"
The loud voice of your mother rang inside the small council chamber. Rhaenyra looked at her intently, knowing full well Alicent's sentiments after you, her daughter, had almost been killed.
"He is being sharply questioned." Corlys says, and you notice your mother's gulp upon hearing Corlys' reply.
"And who is in charge of questioning this man?" Alicent demands. "Prince Aemond and Ser Criston Cole have already started questioning this man." Rhaenyra replies, earning herself a nod from your mother.
You sighed loudly and shifted your weight to your opposite leg before leaning forward. "That's it?"
They turned to you, curious on your reply.
"Your grace, the heir was threatened, he was almost killed. Both me and Prince Jacaerys were attacked. Is that mere questioning a just punishment?"
"My beloved, it is not just-" Your eyebrows furrowed at Jace. "I know what 'sharply questioned' is, husband."
He nods quietly, sealing off his lips in a tight line.
"A lot is already being done to ensure your and Prince Jacaerys' safety." Corlys says. "We cannot just take this man's life-"
"He tried to kill me and Prince Jacaerys," you grit.
The older man sighs but replies nonetheless. "We are using the information that the man has given us to find out the culprit. Tasks would be completed tonight by both your knights and Prince Jacaerys himself." Corlys explains and your eyebrows furrow,
what tasks?
Alicent's eyes narrow at the opposite family, clasping her hands together and propping up her elbows on top of the stone table. "So Lord Corlys... and your grace, have already devised plans without even notifying me or my daughter about it first?"
"Forgive me, Lady Alicent, but I do not see the need to have you informe-" Corlys was hindered from speaking upon the raise of Rhaenyra's hand.
"We apologize, Lady Alicent..." The queen began by glancing ambiguously at her hand, which sighs defeatedly. Rhaenyra began informing Alicent about what had happened a few hours prior—the plans, the tasks, everything. She kept her updated on everything.
You listened intently as Rhaenyra shared everything, despite the disapproving looks of Corlys and Otto beside the two women.
Jace stared at you the entire time. His lips were dry with memories from the other night, and remnants of your taste remain on his lips despite the day that has passed. That very moment demanded that he be distracted, that he be distracted from remembering and desiring that moment again.
By the time Rhaenyra was done explaining to your mother, you were already determined to get yourself involved in this task.
"I want in." You spoke up, attracting the attention of everyone at the table. "I want to be a part of this task, on the field."
Corlys let out a quiet chuckle in disbelief. "My lady, forgive me, but this cannot be discussed. It has already been settle-"
"Settled before anyone of you thought of informing us." You cut him off, a sly but firm smirk on your lips.
Corlys and Rhaenyra looked at each other, you notice Jacaerys thinking as well. A hand comes to graze over the top of your hand, and you see your mother's disapproving nod.
You ignored her glare, sitting back and pulling your hand away. You brushed off the looks from both your mother and your grandsire, glaring at them with the same amount of anger and disbelief they looked at you with.
"May I have a word with my wife.. alone, outside?" Jace speaks up right before his mother gets to do so, with every head turning to him. He raises his head more because of that, trying to appear more confident than he actually felt at that moment in the room full of adults.
Rhaenyra nods confusedly, turning to you as she did.
You glared at Jace, gritting your teeth as you planted your hands on the stone table before pulling yourself up. He nods softly, excusing himself from the council, before he follows stomping you out of the room.
"What?" You greeted me with your arms crossed.
"Do not interfere, Y/N." Jace replies directly.
"Seven gods, Jace, how thick must you be to think that a simple thing stops me from going?"
Jace sighs loudly at this, visibly tired of your stubbornness. "Me, Ser Criston Cole, and your brothers have already got this under control. We will finish the task quickly and get back as soon as possible.
"I don't need the four of you to do something I am perfectly capable of doing on my own just because I am a princess," you start. "It was my life that was in danger; it was me that the man was after. I should have as much control over this as her grace and hand. Given that the man will not be executed."
You stood your ground and Jace stood his. He understood that you would not accept or even let him compromise on something that would be better for the both of you.
You and your pride.
"You know Lady Alicent and Queen Rhaenyra will not allow it."
A giggle erupts from you, a giggle that had Jace furrowing his eyebrows.
"I know they won't, Jacaerys." You pat his shoulder, nodding mockingly at him before you turned you back to him.
Jace calls out to you, and you reply, "Tell them I have dismissed myself, will you, husband?"
Two days since the past council meeting and you have not seen Jacaerys yet. Ever since night fell on that day, he bid farewell to you just like your brothers did prior.
"I'll try to get back in one piece," he says rather jokingly.
You looked at him blankly, having your hands knit together like the prim and proper princess you are.
"Or don't. Regardless, I do not care." He chuckles silently, subtly glaring at you before nodding. He takes a hold of your hand, kissing your knuckles as a show for your families watching you two at the courtyard.
And just like that, they left.
"Are you sure that's where they went?" The brunette woman nods eagerly. Too scared of your glare to even lie to you.
Talia, your mother's handmaiden, keeps her head down, gazing at her shaking hands. You walk away from her, grabbing a nearby worn-out coat and hair brush. "You may leave Talia," you said.
"Make sure this does not reach my mother or my grandsire... I am sure you know that the consequences for disobeying me are dire."
"Yes, princess," she replies as she looks at you for a second before she runs out of your chamber's door before you even get to change your mind.
You take a moment to look around your chamber, immensely proud of your act of defiance against your family.
A simple bag full of your most important necessities as well as some gold; spare linen clothes, and your dagger in case things go south which you had hoped not.
The curls of your hair weren't even readied. Your hair was disheveled, all jewelry and possible knick knacks on your were placed back carefully on your drawers and you even took off your cosmetics. Wearing the most simplest of clothes you could find in your wardrobe.
With a determined nod to yourself, you grabbed your bag and went through the secret passage. You made sure your whole presence was far from prim. You wouldn't want word of the princess away from the Red Keep spreading, especially when they find you walking the streets of silk.
"What in the seven hells are you doing here?"
Your neck craned up, moving frantically as you gulped from the sudden pressure of a dagger on your neck.
"Oh gods! Didn't expect to see you here, husband," you said breathlessly. Jace's eyebrows contort, keeping his glare and his blade fixed on you and your spotless neck.
He replies, "You could've been in danger, Y/N."
"Uh-huh, and who has a blade to my neck?" The sides of your lips flick upwards when you see his breathing go uneven; his grip loosens when he hears multiple steps by the entrance of the alley. His head turned quickly to it before turning back at you.
He pulled away his blade with caution, dusting off his hands and shrugging his shoulders.
You chuckled teasingly at him while fixing the cloth wrapped around your head like a headband. He watches you awkwardly, clasping his hands right by the middle of his legs as he stands guard.
"I just have to say, it is incredibly out of character of you to just put a blade to my neck," Jace's eyebrow raises at you, a grin etched on your face as you notice him staring at your chest while you tie your shirt's strings. "If only you were like that to the intruder, then maybe we could have continued what we were doing then."
The air between the two of you shifts. If possible, Jacaerys looked even more blank and scary than he did before. The barely lit alleyway wasn't helping at all with your vision.
"State your business, then I'll take you back to the Red Keep."
His voice was strained, his jaw clenched, and his eyes were distracted.
"Getting rid of me so soon?" You asked innocently. Jacaerys turned to you, absolutely tired.
"Are the whores of the streets of silk treating you well? Maybe that's why..." You taunt even more, maintaining a victorious smile because of Jace's obvious reaction.
You hear him mutter something... a warning, maybe?
Nevertheless, you ignored him. Taking a challenging step towards him, you placed your hand softly by his shoulder, letting it drift down past his broad chest, feeling the thick material of his coat.
He turns his body toward you, pushing you back to where you were before. A quiet gasp leaves your lips at the collision of your back with the stone wall.
From that very spot, you can see his face. The sheer light shining above you was also enough to see him clenching his jaw, restraining himself. And you swore it was the first time you felt attracted to someone.
You tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip on the side of your arms, but his hold on you was strong.
You tilted your head, deciding that trying to break free from his grip would take forever; Plan B.
"I can't promise I'm as skilled as they are, Jacaerys..." You purred dangerously quiet, looking straight into his eyes. "But they're not a princess, they're not your wife."
And that was the end of Jace's patience.
Before he captures your lips, you hear a sound from him—a surprised smile drawing onto your lips before you respond.
The both of you captured each other's lips before Jace bites at your lower lip, your forehead knitting at the force but he manages to slip his tongue in just from that.
He was aggressive, as if he had been aching for this exact moment, like he had been deprived of this intimate interaction.
Jace's hands leave the sides of your arms and instead move to snake inside of your shirt and up your sides, his hands perfectly cupping your mounds and giving them a squeeze. A strained sound leaves your lips at the pressure.
"I thought... you want me to go back to the Red Keep?" You managed to mock, pulling away from him.
"Shut up." Jace growls, and you swear you felt him cup the underside of your breasts.
Both of your hands grow busy with each other's clothing—your hands pulling the string of Jace's shirt while he pushes his hand down your undergarments. You let out a loud gasp when you felt him cup your cunt, the sweet pressure of his hand making you mewl.
Your hands came down to grip his wrist, and your head fell back on the stone wall when he pulled the thin fabric aside and slid his finger down your slit.
He smirks into the kiss, feeling the wetness of your cunt. Jace slathers your wetness all over your own heat, expertly finding your clit and circling it. You grab the back of his neck, your mouth falling open as he leaves purple marks all over your neck.
The pressure from his finger on your clit and his lips sucking on your neck was heavenly. You hardly cared about anything else in the moment, forgetting why you even went there in the first place.
A choked-out sound emits from you when he leaves your clit and pushes his middle finger into your hole. Jacaerys halts immediately at the reaction.
"I'm not- Not here..." You said out of breath, your chest already heaving up and down. He licked his lips before nodding.
Soon enough, he brings you to an inn. It was crowded, yes, but not so much. He seemed to have already been staying there, as the innkeeper quickly let him in. Jacaerys had your front pressed closely behind him, making sure to not have your identity shown as your headband wasn't really concealing the white hair known for Targaryens.
The two of you stumbled up the stairs, and both of you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. With each step, the two of you were still exploring each other's mouths. The bystanders hardly even cared as this was a normal sight inside an inn.
When he pushed you into an unknown room, you figured it was his. Dropping down on the bed, you impatiently pulled off your clothes as Jacaerys did the same thing.
As soon as the last article of clothing is gone from his body, he turns to you. Quickly, he helped you pull off your bottoms. His eyes are feasting on your legs with so much desire and longing.
When he notices you being a bit red on your cheeks, your arms covering your chest, and you looking away from him, he pieces everything together.
"You haven't done it..." He marvels, and you groan, clutching your forehead with your one arm and letting one of your stiff nipples poke out.
"And you've done it!?" You roared loudly, clearly bewildered at the thought. You didn't like this whole topic, especially with the way Jace's eyes glowed with a menacing glint.
"I thought you already lost your maidenhead." He smirks, eyes locked into yours, before he leans forward. He kissed down the soft skin of your breast, licking the area around your nipple before he suckled ever so carefully. He made sure to give both equal attention while you laid there, feeling yourself gush out even more at the simple stimulation.
You didn't even reply. You bit your lips hard, trying to conceal the noises that were threatening to leave your lips.
"And here you are, accusing me of being inexperienced..." his hot breath trailed down your bare skin. He has a smug glint in his eyes as he massages the flesh of your thighs and presses chaste kisses on them, everywhere.
Your eyes closed harshly, feeling embarrassed and furious at his comments.
"It appears that you should've been the one informing me about your experience." He grins.
"Gods, I want to slap that smirk away from-" Your threat was cut short when Jacaerys pulled apart your thighs, exposing your pretty cunt only to him. Right before he blew the cool air onto your cunt, a deep chuckle reverberated from him. You moan loudly at the sensation, your legs writhing.
"I'm sure you do," he scoffs. And you swear you never felt the need to smack him as hard as you did right now. Jace presses his tongue against your pussy lips, licking your slit before he plays with your clit. Your hands pull at your hair at the foreign sensation.
"If your personality was only as sweet as your cunt..." His comment made you whine, clenching your hole as he grinned.
"D'you want this?" Jacaerys asks, running his fingers up and down your slit as he continued playing with your clit with his tongue. He wanted to make sure you were wet enough... or maybe, frustrated enough.
"Gods, Jacaerys, you're already face-deep into my cunt. Just fuck me as you please!" You growl out at him. Your eyes are too blown out with lust to even open them.
"Can't. It's your first time, love." He hooked his arms around your thighs, gripping them firmly as he resumed to eating you out. The tip of his tongue probed lightly at your hole before he comes back to your clit.
Jace looks up at you for a second; your eyes are closed shut while your hands clutch your breasts. You felt him nip softly at your nub making you open your eyes. He nods at you subtly, which confused you a bit when he halted his movements.
"Oh my gods..." You moaned out when you felt two of his fingers enter you. He watched your reaction closely, alert to any possible discomforts. When he spotted none, his pace increased immensely.
Loud moans and whines of his spilled out of your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his fingers fucked you while still licking and kissing your clit.
When he inserted another finger, you felt something inside of you turn. Your breathing started to quicken even more; the burn of his fingers rapidly going in and out of you made you all the more excited by the feeling of his cock ramming into you.
Your mouth hangs agape when his fingers hit your spot. Jace notices you clenching down on his fingers; the sounds of your wetness fill the dimly lit room, mixed with your moans. He pulls away from your pussy, moving up quickly to give you a messy kiss.
You moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. "F-fuck, Jacaerys!"
He increased the pace, resting his forehead on yours as he watched your face contort in pleasure after repeatedly hitting your spot.
A loud scream ripples out of you when he presses his thumb on your clit. He kept his eyes fixed on yours, finding the way your hips started grinding and spasming on his hand entertaining. Your throat scratched from how loud you were at the time, your entire body convulsing from what would be your first orgasm months after your last masturbation.
Jace presses a soft kiss on both of your nipples as his fingers slow down before leaving you completely, leaving your hole clenched on nothing. "How's that for my performance, love?"
"Why don't you fuck off?" replied a drowsy you. Your eyelids were practically falling closed as you tried to keep yourself and your body calm from your high.
Jacaerys pulls back, re-adjusts himself on the bed before he kneels by your entrance. You gasped once more, feeling a blunt head rub up-and-down your slit. He watches as your upper body shoots up to look at the contact, your eyes visibly widening upon landing at the apex of his thighs.
You licked your dry lips, feeling your throat go dry as you took in his hard cock. He was far from what your brothers always teased him to be.
He circles his tip with his hand, slathering on the pre-cum and using your wetness to make his cock even more wet. You grew quieter with each pump of his hand on his cock.
"Spit on your hand." Jace commands, groaning.
"Pardon?"
Your husband rolls his eyes, leaning forward to bring his face close to your ears. His member is resting on your cunt.
"Spit on your hand and hold me," he whispers, pressing a wet kiss underneath your ear.
Your eyes rounded as he spoke, mindlessly doing what he said while maintaining eye contact. You brought your hand to your lips, spitting on it just enough to feel your spit on your palm. Jacaerys smiles, going back to his original position while you reach your hand down.
You couldn't help but look at his cock as you slathered your spit all over his cock. Marveling at the way it twitched as you jerked him off carefully. Jacaerys' stomach tenses. He closes his eyes and savors the way your hand feels, wanting to buck his hips and fuck your hand until he spills himself all over you.
But that wasn't what he planned.
Actually, none of what has been happening is what he planned.
"Just like that, love," Jacaerys praised lowly, running his hand through your hair. "Aren't you such a nice princess..."
You wanted to rebut, to make a snarky remark that he knows you for, but no, the moment was far too different and hazy for you to come up with one.
"Would it fit?" Your question made him remember, you are a virgin.
He nods warmly, pushing you back to lay on the cushion.
"Oh don't worry, my dear wife," Jace stopped his statement as the two of you moaned in unison when he began working his cock into your hole. The stretch was different from before, far too different. And as Jace's cock disappeared into your cunt, adjusting to his size, you saw him grin.
"You can take it."
thank you sooo much for waiting for this part! remember, hearts, reactions, replies, and reblogs are very appreciated if you liked the story! <3 ^w^
jace taglist: @cosmicfairygirl @simrah1012 @lucerysvelaryonstan @lady-stark-winter-rose @moon1gt @aureliapappa @parkerctrl @bobfloydluvsblackwomen @m4nd0l0r @ietss @midnightrqin
ftk taglist: @kentarosbaby @lady-ashfade @simrah1012 @mfrnchsk @sexualityisajoke @elsyyie @instabull @ephemeralninon @chrisevansgirlfriendsposts @mainstreambitchlife @alexandra-001 @writer-lee5 @nightly-polaris @m4nd0l0r @roroswitherose @how2besalty @eds-gryff @icantpickausername @solacestyles @blue1006 @highexpectationsgurl @doe-inluv @kitkat-writes-stuff @alex4040 @cl-0-vr @frogoerson @neo-weareone @theamuz @illainebedeakin @littletargaryens-blog @ietss @ttae-yong @daevinvan333 @cherryccke @cecespizza01
#hotd#jacaerys imagines#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys velaryon fic#jacaerys x reader imagine#jacaerys fluff#jacaerys x reader#hotd fics#jacaerys targaryen#jacaerys smut#jace smut
772 notes
·
View notes
Note
This is just an idea <3
Jace hitting you from behind in some hallway of the red keep at night, everybody is sleeping and he has to cover your mouth bcs you're getting loud
𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝:
a GREAT idea i must say!!!
jace presses you against the cold stone and absolutely hammers you, his palm warm as he roughly covers your mouth. he can feel you whimpering into his hand and while he's terrified of getting caught, seeing you like this is such a turn on for him. he just hushes you and keeps going, whispering into your ear that you have to be quiet for him or else neither of you will be able to finish. jace almost has a heart attack when you orgasm and scream into his hand — whispering a harsh, choked out "stop" — but cums right after because its the hottest thing he's experienced in his life and the adrenaline is INSANE. he grunts and pants into your shoulder the whole time, trembling against you. once its all said and done, jace drops the bottom of your dress from where he had it hiked up, smoothing out the wrinkles and scolding you the whole time (but also holding back a smirk because wow, that sure was something) <3
#jace targaryen x reader#jace velaryon x reader#jacerys x reader#jace x reader#jacerys velaryon#hotd smut#jace smut#millie thinks dirty — ⚠️
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
They Won’t know
A/N sorry I haven’t been that active! Requests are open for all got or hotd characters!!
Warnings: smut, nothing too bad wonderful Jace
pairing: fem!reader x Jace
It took a week.
A week to lure him in and have him around your finger.
Now here you were looking down on him. His chest was heaving his skin burning under your palms, you took time to look at all of his birthmarks, parts of his skin, his being you wanted to save for later.
In that moment, when you first lowered yourself onto his length is when you realized that being a princess’ handmaiden had its perks.
When the heirs’ sons had come back after so many years you had stared out at Jace, looking for any opportunity you could to be near him, besides, you were the only one, besides her mother, that would listen to the Princess Helena’s tales and facts.
It was wrong, seducing him, but those eyes, his respectful demeanor it was all too much, you knew you had to have him, and now you did.
It started with one of your fellow maidens, the only one you trusted. You had told her to direct the prince to the wrong room, telling her to tell him this is where his mother’s room would be in case of emergency, but in reality, it was the maiden’s washing rooms, and you had been innocently enough bathing when he walked in.
Stunned her quickly covered his eyes, but you saw it. You saw him peak; you saw his pale cheeks heat with color.
Then it only took the next few days, a game of cat and mouse, denial, and acceptance
You let out a loud noise, and he quickly brought his sweaty palms to your heavenly lips, “They’ll- they’ll hear,” you smiled into his hands and swiftly moved your hips against his, leaving a groan to slip from his lips. “A prince can’t enjoy himself,” you spoke in between breathes.
He opened his brown eyes, and despite the lewd situation you swear he was an ascendant of the gods, that charming face, not demanding anything, just enjoying you.
“You’re so beautiful,” his voice was low, he was obviously nervous his hands fidgeting, you grabbed them and brought them to your breasts, “You can touch me, I promise I won’t break,” but you were sure if that were true, if he were just a bit more experienced you could tell he could have you anytime, you could never tell him no.
You moved your hips again, his eyes shutting once more. He was trying so hard to keep it together, you found it adorable. “Let go, my prince,” you leaned down and placed a kiss to his glistening forehead.
he moved his hands from your chest to your back, grabbing ahold and softly flipping the two of you over, him now on top. You yelped in surprise, and he kissed your lips harshly, silencing your lewd noises. “Good, you can speed up,” and that he did, he set a steady pace, his grip loosing, feeding into the lust of a man untouched.
He let his lips leave yours and kissed your neck, your breasts sucking on one of your nipples and guiding his hands down to your hips, before leaning his chests back up and going at a fast pace. You clamped your hand tightly over your mouth as he flew his head back letting go of all self-control.
You knew he wouldn’t last long, but it didn’t matter to you, this was enough. It was enough to see a man who deserved pleasure, receive it.
He was soon to release, eyes squinting as he caught his breathe, the feeling of a princes’ seed inside you made you even more enthused with the man on top of you.
He leaned down placing his head in-between the crook of your neck, and you allowed your hands to run through his wonderful brown hair.
“I think- this is the best I’ve felt,”
#jace targaryen#Jacerys x reader#jace velaryon x reader#Jace#Jacerys strong#hotd#Jace smut#jace x reader#Jace Targaryen x reader#Jace targaryan imagine#Jace Velaryon imagine#Jace Velaryon smut#hotd smut#game of throne ssmut#house of the dragon smut#hotd imagine#jace fluff
774 notes
·
View notes
Text
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ THUS ALWAYS TO TYRANTS
[ ACT IV : THE LADY OF THE TIGERS. ]
jacaerys velaryon x reader
#SYNOPSIS— lucerys doesn't mind nagging your guards, rhaenyra and lucerys like to catch each other up on gossip, and you get a cool new title.
#CONTAINS— self harm (reader trains as a form of punishment for herself), not canon au, lady of a house! reader, flawed reader, slowburn, later enemies to lovers, gore, blood, death, sexual content (later on in the series, after a time skip)
#AUTHORSNOTE— there will be some aspects of the original story that i changed. i added a new house that i created, and the reader has golden eyes purely for the plot, but remember, everything else is you. thank you for all the support on this series!
ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV
similarly to your father’s funeral, you were the the last one who chose to stand at the beach.
you believed that that was the first time you had truly felt anger. ugly, wretched, and adrenaline inducing anger that left you wanting to burn the world. you wanted to watch flames climb up walls and cities fall to the ground. the words of “he’s still watching over you,” and, “i’m so sorry,” did little to soothe your heart, and you only laughed and scoffed at those words; you knew he was still alive.
your father knew he was alive too. and yet, he still chose to hold a funeral.
the sound of crunching sand made you turn away from the fading light from your brother’s lanterns, your golden eyes meeting identical golden irises in the dark. the sight of your father made you clench your fists tightly, nails once again digging into your palms.
your brother usually noticed that bad habit of yours. he’s the one that was observant enough to see it and the one that was kind enough to get you to stop.
“there is supposed to be a storm tonight, child,” your father commented, his once tied hair now in its braid. he was in his night robes, obviously getting ready for bed until he realized that you had not returned to the temple.
hearing him talk made your jaw clench. how could he speak so calmly, as though he didn’t bury his eldest son with the waves? the son that he knew was alive, the son who was supposedly his perfect successor? how could he forget him as though he was nothing?
“i don’t care,” you replied coldly, sniffing as you wiped your nose with the back of your hand.
lord aegeus looked at you; only three and ten, standing in funeral clothes before you even received your own tiger. you were purposely avoiding his eyes - he was no blind man - and he knew that you were angry. he could see it in your body language. “come inside, y/n.”
“no.” your lip quivered, voice breaking as your eyes went down to stare at the sand. you were so angry that you were shaking, the emotions almost too much to bear. your mind couldn’t keep up with all of the turmoil inside your head, only leaving you with the excruciating mental pain that thumped through your body with every heart beat.
lord aegeus reached a hand towards you, his hands barely making contact with your shoulder before you shoved his hands away. “do not touch me,” you seethed, eyes finally meeting his. he could see all of your emotions now as your face twisted in anger and tears fell freely down your cheeks. “you - you sent him to the waves knowing fully well that he’s alive,” you sobbed, pointing out into the sea’s void. “his funeral boat is out there when you know he ran away - “
“he made his choice, y/n,” your father fired back, his voice loud as his patience was stripped down into nothing. “he chose the open world over the house. he chose to leave - “
“you made him leave!” you yelled back, voice cracking as you maintained eye contact. you couldn’t believe that your own father was justifying his choice of a funeral. rather than admit to the world that he pushed his son to the limit to the point that he left, he chose to send the mere memory of him to the sea. “you made him leave me,” you cried, “he left me, father.”
“he left the both of us, y/n.” tears fell down his solemn face as he took a step towards you, only for you to step away. “he chose to leave the family. that was his choice.”
“you sent your memory of him,” you said through gritted teeth, “to the waves. we just had a funeral - not because magnus died, but because he chose a different path from what was expected of him. sending him to the waves, father, means that you have chosen to forget him.”
"it is customary for the arslan house to hold a ceremony, of sorts, to commemorate the new lord or lady of the house." rhaenyra's brush ran through her hair, detangling the tresses from their knots. she was looking at her mirror, but truthfully, the heir couldn't care less as to what she looked like, for she was looking at her son quietly reading a book, seated on the side of her bed.
lucerys' mouth was twisted into a slight frown, the detail barely noticeable to anyone but his own mother. she saw the worry in his eyes as they darted side to side, reading a page in the history book he found in the temple's library.
"what's wrong, sweet boy?" rhaenyra asked softly, setting her brush down on the table in front of her. it made a small sound as it hit the table.
"nothing." the sound of his mother turning around in her chair made lucerys look up hesitantly; how bold of him to assume that his blatant lie would convince her so easily. lucerys sighed as he saw the unconvinced look rhaenyra gave him, and he left his right pointer finger in his page before closing the book. "it's just.. i do not understand why we are still here."
rhaenyra's eyebrows raised. "what do you mean?"
"it has been three days since the funeral, mother," lucerys explained, eyes furrowing out of worry, "y/n - lady y/n," he corrected himself quickly, "has constantly been training since then, and when she isn't trianing, she's in her room. i have been asking the guards and they have stated that she rarely utters a word to anyone."
lucerys had taken the liberty of asking (though the word nagging would also fit well) the guards that stood in front of your door, your maids, and just about anyone who may have seen you. you were not horribly close - you had not known the little prince for that long - but frankly, lucerys liked you. he saw you as an older sister figure that he could easily ask questions and learn from.
seeing you act the way you did towards the murderer was kind of terrifying for him. but lucerys didn't blame you for how you reacted; if anything, you were more tame than he believed he could ever be in that situation.
he respected you for it. which was why he was so worried now.
"she is grieving, luke," rhaenyra sighed, "you must let her deal with her emotions in her own time."
"i understand that! i really do," lucerys replied quickly, the idea of rushing someone's grieving process nothing short of cruel in his eyes, "it is just.." he was choosing his words carefully; rhaenyra could tell by his nervous leg shaking. "mother, our presence is what brought on her father's murder."
unsettling silence hung in the air at lucerys' words. not because he said it in an accusatory tone, nor was he outright blaming his mother or anyone in particular, but because it was the truth. the straightforward truth that had been eating at rhaenyra ever since it happened.
she let out a slow exhale, turning back around in her seat and slowly pushing the chair out and standing up. she walked to lucerys, taking a seat next to him and placing an arm around her boy.
her sweet, sweet boy.
"i am aware, luke," rhaenyra murmured, feeling his head settle on her shoulder. her arm came up to hold his head, mussing up his brown hair. "i am incredibly grateful for her father for being there. nothing will ever change that, but remember this," she leaned her head on his, a sad smile settling on the heir's face as she continued, "no one can control the actions of others. you control yourself and yourself only - but when others attack," her eyes glazed over, the context of the conversation delving into something deeper, "you have to protect yourself. you have to protect your own."
they sat there for a moment, no longer a prince and the heir to the iron throne, but simply a boy and his mother.
"after her ceremony, we will take our leave."
lucerys raised his head, the same worrisome look still set upon it. "but what of jacaerys? is he aware?"
"do you assume he will object?" rhaenyra had already known that her son had been enamored by you since you had met. she saw it in the way he looked at you; as though every word you said kept him caught on your every word, as though you had charted every star in the sky, as though you were the moon and he was your observer.
to say that he was in love with you would be strong. but rhaenyra knew that when jacaerys cared for another, he cared hard. he cared with his entire being, his entire chest and heart, and it was both beautiful and worrisome to care so fiercely. but rhaenyra knew he felt that way about you.
"in private? yes," lucerys sighed, looking down at the book's cover, its title written elegantly in golden ink. "he told me he and lady y/n had an argument before the funeral."
"about what?"
both of their heads looked up as a knock came at their door, one of the maids voicing her arrival. "come in!" rhaenyra called, standing up and brushing off her skirts.
a maid came in, a shy smile on her face as she curtsied to the two royals. she was young, a little less than lucerys' age, and she quickly focused her attention on the princess. "lady y/n's ceremony is tonight, and she sent me here to formally invite you both. she will be pleased with your arrival."
again, another lie. thankfully, you were not the one technically telling it.
you had spent three days throwing yourself into training, focusing on the pain brought on by hard work rather than focusing on the mental anguish. for three days, your hours were spent bloody and bruised, hands calloused and rough from your grip on your sword, spear, or bow. you woke up at dawn to begin your training and went back home after dinner. you avoided everyone like the plague, your body too weary and your mind too numb to respond to any comments that may have been thrown your way.
and jacaerys.. he, you avoided most of all.
you avoided him, partially due to the contempt you held towards his family, partially due to his worried comments, but primarily due to the fact that he saw right through you. he knew what you were doing behind all your training. your reasoning for training yourself to the bone ran so much deeper than just a grieving period.
you were doing it because you blamed yourself.
he knew that. he figured it all out when he saw you spar so roughly with your opponent, and the fact that he was able to read you so easily angered you. prince jacaerys velaryon, son of princess rhaenyra targeryen, the heir to the iron throne - the woman whose presence brought nothing but danger. the woman whose presence brought on the murder of your father.
how dare he act as though he had control over you, as though you were something of his responsibility?
you were to be the lady of house arslan. you were no one's responsibility.
your arrow dug into the target's bullseye, your arms falling to your sides as you observed your work.
the training area was full of bustling guards and trainees at all times of the day, continuously creating warriors for your army. but lately, there was an unspoken rule that many followed, even (occasionally) by general zhao.
stay out of your way. allow the lady y/n to deal with her grief.
even if you were working yourself to the bone.
jacaerys stood stiffly to the side of his mother, right next to lucerys as they waited patiently for you to arrive in the temple's throne room.
only one chair stood at the head of the room. if there were more arslans, there would have been four. but you were the last one left. the last arslan. the last one standing.
"i assume your attempt to remain on lady y/n's good side has failed?" lucerys asked, looking up at his brother. usually, he could easily tease his brother for his failure, but he knew his brother well. this was something that was troubling him for days now, something that he couldn't easily make playful remarks about due to its importance to his dear brother.
"unfortunately." jacaerys clenched his jaw as he stared into space, his hands curling and uncurling into fists behind his back.
"if she does not wish to see you, she does not wish to see you, brother," lucerys stated calmly, "you simply have to let her grieve."
"you talked to mother about it, didn't you."
"yes, but that's besides the point."
jacaerys sighed, running a stressed hand through his hair and ruffling it up. his stubbornness was getting the best of him, he knew that. he couldn't control you - he didn't want to - but he hated seeing you be so careless for your own health. it was as though your body was nothing but a temporary vessel for you; something for you to use and throw to the tigers.
the spark you once had for life was replaced by fury. your gold irises had a dangerous glint to them now, and while jacaerys was nothing short of impressed by your strength, he wanted you to care about yourself.
you cared too much for others. that was why you were so weary.
"she is hurting herself, luke. i can't - i won't - let her do that to herself." jacaerys' voice lowered down to a small murmur, as though he was making a promise to the gods that only he could hear. as though he was praying on his knees for his wish to be granted. "she does not deserve to be hurt. anyone but her."
the doors to the temple's throne room creaked open, the huge mahogany doors groaning as the soldiers pushed it open. with the elders behind you, you stood at the entrance in the most breathtaking dress jacaerys had ever seen. the white silk of your shoulderless dress flowed around you like waves, shining with threads of gold. your sleeves were of pure white, and increased in size the further down your arms they were. they opened up to reveal crimson cloth that was sewn into the inner portion of the arms. it touched the ground as you walked with your arms at your sides. around your neck, a necklace of your house sigil shone proudly for all to see. your hair was pinned back, allowing your natural tresses to be on display.
but jacaerys' look, one of awe and shock, was soon replaced by one of worry.
for despite the cool front you had, jacaerys could see the wounds you were trying to heal. a gash on your right leg from when you had almost missed a platform when you were jumping between them. a bruise on your chin from a hit one of your training opponents threw at you. bandages on your arm from when you had gotten sliced by a sword during a 'spar.'
the lack of food you were taking in; he could tell by the dullness in your skin.
"for the arslans," rhaenyra murmured next to her boys, her voice quiet yet loud enough for them to hear. her eyes were set on the red accents you had chosen to incorporate into your dress, the stained silk eerily close to the color of blood. "crimson is the color of war."
the sound of the drums playing signaled you to begin walking. every thump echoed in the room, shaking your heart as you walked down the hall towards your chair. your head was held high, your shoulders rolled back, but if one were to look closely at you, the lady of house arslan, they could see the pain. the anger. the fury.
you stopped yourself in front of rhaenyra, only sparing one glance to lucerys and jacaerys. gracefully, you curtsied, murmuring a small, "princess rhaenyra. prince lucerys. prince jacaerys." in acknowledgement before facing your chair.
it was a deep mahogany chair decorated with sigils of thorns, with two tigers engraved into the arm rests. alongside your chair sat your father's tiger and your own on each side, watching your every move.
lola dalisay and ong hanh held your items; lola dalisay had a curved dagger and a bowl, and ong hanh held a tall spear. you stood in front of them before the steps to your chair, making them have higher ground as the ceremony began. the drums came to a stop, leaving only echoes of their sound to linger in the air.
"y/n arslan, daughter of lord aegeus arslan and lady dorothea nyte, second born to house arslan and direct descendant of zhu tao," lola dalisay began, her eyes set on the audience before looking at you. "you have come here to be named the lady of house arslan. to serve your people and to do nothing short of the best for the island of iona."
"i have," you responded, tone monotone and devoid of any emotion.
"then you must show your devotion to not only the island, but for the people." lola dalisay stepped forward, offering you the curved dagger. "our power would not be possible without the suffering of our ancestors. of our people."
your hands curled around the dagger, and lola dalisay waiting patiently in front of you with her bowl. holding the blade to the palm of your hand, you said, "blood will spill."
your house motto.
with one swift motion, the blade sliced your hand open. you barely winced, your mind too focused elsewhere to even acknowledge the surge of pain that resonated through your skin. wordlessly, with one hand holding your dagger, you clenched your sliced hand and let the drops of blood fall onto the floor. it seeped into the stone, staining the grey with red.
lola dalisay stepped closer, catching some of your dripping blood into the bowl. she handed it off to a servant before reaching for a lit candle. "pain is necessary for growth." she held the candle in front of her, the flames burning brightly. you moved closer to the elder before placing your cut hand atop the flames. your blood dropped to the side of the white candle, dripping down as you allowed the palm of your left hand to burn.
the entire time, jacaerys noticed, your eyes never left lola dalisay's. you were staring right at her, your gaze cold and unwavering as more of your blood dripped down the candle. lola dalisay was observing you, judging your every reaction to the physical pain.
it was as if you were numb.
lola dalisay nodded before pulling the candle away, your hand falling at your side. she stepped back, giving the candle to a servant before receiving a pillow with a headpiece on it. it was a gold headpiece of thorns. "approach your chair," she ordered, and you followed.
your stepped up the three steps towards your chair before turning your back to it and facing your audience before sitting down. the royals, to your left. the elders, to your right. some of your people all in front of you.
ong hand stepped towards you, gently placing your spear into your right hand. "the symbol of strength," he began, his voice echoing in the room. without looking, he reached out his hand for the bowl of your blood, before dipping his thumb into it. he raised it to your lips before swiping a line down the middle of your lips. "the symbol of sacrifice." he handed off the bowl to a servant before reaching for the headpiece of thorns from lola dalisay. ong hanh, with his mildly cloudy eyes that held too much wisdom in them, placed your headpiece on your head.
"the symbol of power."
you sat stiffly at your chair, your hand holding the spear tightly as you stared at your audience.
"i present to you, lady y/n arslan of house arslan. second born to lord aegeus arslan and dorothea nyte. the lady of the tigers."
you stood up at the announcement, and the roar of the crowd died into nothing in your ears. they were nothing but muffled sounds, even as they cheered and screamed for you, their new leader.
you felt nothing.
jacaerys saw the gaze you held. it was unforgiving, devoid of any spark for life or mercy. there was nothing but pain in your pools of gold, nothing but a reminder of the sacrifices you have endured in order to get to this position. in order to stand in front of your people as a leader at the age of six and ten, covered by bruises and wounds you chose to cover because you wanted to be known as nothing but strong and cunning. you were the lady now.
"hear, hear!" they cheered, hands clapping loudly and laughter resonating through the room. you even say the royals smiling, but you did not care enough to force one upon your face. everyone was celebrating you, their new lady of the tigers, their new leader that began a new page in their island.
but you have learned that contentment and happiness is something that is short lived in your life.
a soldier, omari, ran into the entrance, his armor clanking and his breath heavy as he briskly walked down the aisle towards where you stood. thankfully, the people were too busy beginning the celebration to notice how urgent omari looked.
but you, the elders, and the royals did.
"it is her ceremony, omari," akari warned, thick brows furrowing as he scolded the soldier.
if it were any other situation, omari would have immediately listened to the elder. but he shook his head in defiance, his voice strained. "lady arslan, we have managed to get information out of the murderer," he panted, having ran the entire way from the dungeons to the temple, "we know who sent him."
finally, your eyes lit up. you sat up straighter, standing up and walking to the soldier. "who was it?" you asked, never once breaking eye contact with the soldier as the elders and the royals stepped closer. the music began in the background, successfully distracting the rest of the crowd. a dance began in the middle of the room, laughter bouncing off the walls as wine was opened and snacks were eaten. but you were too focused on the exhausted soldier in front of you, your eyes glimmering with the possibility of vengeance as you gripped your spear harder.
"otto hightower."
rhaenyra's eyes widened at the confession, her arm automatically holding lucerys closer to her as her other hand curled into a fist. anger surged through her body, the sudden need to leave and confront her father's hand strong in her mind. "we leave in the morning," she murmured to jacaerys, who could only nod stiffly as he continued to listen to them.
of course.
"hightower," you echoed, the name falling out of your lips like a curse. you had a gut feeling about him the first time he caught you and jacaerys in the hallway. you had an instinct that told you something was wrong; if only you knew that that man would kill your father.
"what do you want us to do with him?" omari asked.
you stood up, your posture still as perfect as ever as you kept your spear with you. "we will return to him."
"but it is your celebration, lady arslan," lola dalisay protested, but you only shook your head.
"i the festivities will continue for the people. i will tend to my duties and no one shall speak of this to anyone," you ordered, your tone firm, "not until i choose to acknowledge it. understood?" you looked at the elders, all of whom nodded. "good."
you turned to the royals, barely sparing a glance towards jacaerys and lucery, but focusing your attention to rhaenyra. you saw how angry she was at the news, but she didn't seem shocked. it was as if she had expected nothing less of the man.
you offered a tight lipped smile before speaking. you were loud enough for only the three royals to hear, knowing fully well that the two words you would say had a much larger meaning than you could imagine. with your smile still on your face, you curtsied gracefully, peering at them through your eyelashes.
"your grace."
rhaenyra blinked. one. twice. she did not respond, knowing fully well the meaning of your words.
you saw her as the queen. not whoever was ruling in her father's place. you acknowledged her as such; you knew what was to come.
the dungeons were located near the volcanos, far under the ground and built out of volcanic rock.
it was a winding labyrinth of wall, isolated rooms, and torture rooms. the dragons were housed in a well isolated area of the dungeons, easily accessible to the royals and your most trusted soldiers, but practically unreachable for the civilians. but the rest of the dungeons were for your prisoners of war. your outlaws of all types.
your murderers.
it became increasingly hot the further into the dungeons you went, as it was near the volcanos. all six of your tigers followed closely behind you as you followed omari to the torture chamber that held your father's murderer.
you had brought three of your oldest tigers, who all once belonged to someone in your family, with you. one of them was your mother's tiger, hera, who was a black and white tiger. magnus' tiger had also decided to come along on the way to the volcano.
you found him chained to the wall, the heat making him delirious as his head swayed side to side. gone was his cloak, now replaced with nothing but skin and heat. he was missing eight of his fingers, and dried blood covered most of his body as he cried like a child, babbling to gods who would never save him from you.
you stared at the pathetic man, the man who hid behind a cloak as he stabbed your father, the man who laughed in your face when he saw your youth, who only felt remorse for killing the wrong person, and you smiled. it was mirthless and tight-lipped, with no other emotion behind it other than revenge.
you felt nothing.
"please," he begged when he saw you, dressed so nicely in a place he deemed hell, "have mercy on me." he cried, sniffling with his broken nose as he tugged and pulled at his chains. "i did not mean to kill him! i did not mean to!"
"and yet you did." you tilted your head, taking a step further.
"i will do anything!" he sobbed, "anything you want. i will be loyal to you, i swear on all the gods, i promise! just spare my life," he hung his head and cried louder, "please. be kind."
you scoffed at his offer to be loyal, the idea so absurd that you couldn't fathom how idiotic the mam must be to offer it. "all of my soldiers, from the youngest to the old, is stronger than you will ever be," you seethed. you took a step back, eyeing the sobbing man with nothing but fire in your eyes and contempt in your heart.
you wanted to watch him suffer.
your free hand came to pet vulcan, his fur soft under your fingertips as you continued to stare at the murderer. the flames form the torches in front of you reflected in your eyes, and it was as if all of hell's pain and suffering was trapped inside a woman.
"kogeki."
at once, every tiger you had pounced onto the man, biting into his flesh and tearing him limb from limb. his screams were loud and echoing through the entire dungeon, screeching with the pain of being eaten alive. blood splattered on the walls and innards were quickly eaten between the tigers, and you only watched. expressionless and motionless, you watched your tigers eat the man and chew on his bones, his screams of pain never ceasing until moments later, when blood loss finally caught up to him.
you wanted his pain to last.
you waited until your tigers were satisfied enough to leave him, his only remains being that of his hands, still hung on the chains on the wall. half of his face was eaten, the rest of his body too mutilated to even look like a human - he looked like a dead animal. nothing more than roadkill.
"blood will spill," you said to yourself, your eyes reverting to its cold gaze as you observed the gory image in front of you as though it was nothing more than a piece of art. you watched the blood seep into the cracks of the dungeon, your tigers cleaning themselves off as you continued to stand in front of the first death you had orchestrated. you made a promise to yourself then, one that you whispered into the island like a secret.
"they will pay for what they have done to my family."
#AUTHORSNOTE— please feel free to send me asks about this series/ask to be added to the tag list! sorry for the late update - finals is coming up. the next part will have a timeskip!!
#TAGLIST— @happinessinthebeing @annoylinglyaries @thesecrethistorywhore
#hotd#hotd fanfic#hotd imagines#house of the dragon imagines#jacaerys headcanon#jacaerys imagine#jacaerys smut#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys velaryon fic#jacaerys velaryon hotd#jacaerys velaryon x you#jacaerys velaryon imagines#jace velaryon#jace velaryon x reader#jace x reader#jace smut#hotd x reader#the house of the dragon#house of the dragon#house of the dragon imagine#house of the dragon smut#hotd smut#hotd imagine#jacaerys velaryon imagine#jace velaryon imagine#jace imagine#THUSALWAYSTOTYRANTS—!#NADISFICS—!#hotd fanfiction#jacaerys velaryon x reader
217 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hey, can I please request Jacaerys x aunt!reader where he goes to her after the dance as she had been imprisoned in the dungeons and he offer her to let him have her or she'll be sentenced to death or sum. And reader is as pious and religious as Alicent and she is horrified by the idea of being sullied by ""bastard seed"" but she reveals to be c0ck-drunk by the end of it?
Jace Velaryon*Perfect Wife
Pairing: Jace x f!reader
Word count: 2809
Warnings: dub con, imprisonment, held at knife point (not during smut), praise, degradation, nipple play, p in v sex, hickeys, spanking, bruising, forced marriage, smut 18+c
Masterlist here
You weren’t much of a warrior. You had been raised the way a princess should have been. Well, that’s what your mother told you. However, when two days had passed since Aemond and Aegon had left to confront Rhanerya, and everyone refused to tell you what was happening you decided to get the hell out of there on your dragon.
Maybe you’d end up in Essos and sell a dragon egg for a home. Maybe even Dorne. You could try throw yourself on their mercy. After all, their ambassadors had always seemed to enjoy your company. However, all your plans soon crumbled when you accidentally flew into what you’d assumed to be an empty clearing.
You’d landed in a small field and had quickly tried to ‘borrow’ an apple from a local farm when you felt a strong grip on your arm and a sharp blade on your neck. So cold it had to be Valyrian steel. “And who do we have here?” you recognised Jace’s voice clearly. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you pretty girls shouldn’t go about dawdling?”
-
The stone floors bruised your knees each time you knelt to pray but you didn’t complain or even wince at the pain. You’d counted the days you’d been here by etching marks in the stone with the corner of your Seven-star necklace your mother had given you. 27 days so far. Each morning you prayed. Well, what you thought was morning. Then each afternoon then evening. Each time to a different member of the seven. Even the stranger since perhaps the god of death was the one you truly needed right now.
“My lady,” a sing song voice called out, “Lunch is ready,” Jace said as he approached your cell with his usual grin. He didn’t come every day but when he did it only seemed to add to your punishment. “I made sure to pick you the freshest apple,” he crouched down, holding it out to you.
You kept your eyes on the ground as you tried to finish your prayer, “C’mon now. They’re clearly not listening to you,” he mocked, sitting down the tray in front of the bars to your cell.
Still, you ignored him as you wrapped them up. Jace sighed and just as you finished your prayers he stood, taking the tray with him. “Where are you going?” you called, moving to stand on your feet and grabbing the bars, “That’s my food,”
“No this is my food,” he said, as if he was calling the sky blue, “And you never took it,”
“I was praying!”
“Not fast enough,” he teased. “Maybe next time you’ll remember to acknowledge the heir to Westeros,” he said as he turned to leave.
“My brothers not here,” you mumbled, turning around to go take your place on the wooden bench they called a bed.
The wine cup clattered against the wall, missing your head by only an inch. You span on your heels to confront him, but the only trace was your food dropped on the ground in a head and the apple slowly rolling towards your cell.
It stopped just out of arm’s length of the bars as if the gods really were mocking you. It took you laying on the ground, stretching out the tips of your fingernails to manage to roll it closer so you could grab it. You consoled yourself knowing he never came twice in one day.
Yet this time he did.
Jace arrived with a meal so nice looking it almost reminded you of what you used to eat. There was even a whole chicken leg on it. when he saw the apple core in the corner of your cell Jace couldn’t help but laugh. “Here,” he said, reaching it out for you to try manoeuvre through the bars when he suddenly pulled it back, “Aren’t you going to thank your prince?”
“Thank you,” you glared, reaching your hand out.
Jace just smirked, “Thank you what?”
“Thank you, dear nephew,” you offered with a fake smile.
“Say it. say that I am the true heir, a true prince, and I will be most obliged to give you this chicken leg. Straight from the queens table,” he said, showing it to you once more just to rub it in.
You could feel your stomach rumble, but you couldn’t say it. not after all this time. Not after all the battles. Not for a chicken leg. “My mother isn’t here,” you said through gritted teeth.
Jace reached through the bars, grabbing your neck before you could react. His grasp was tight but despite his fingers digging into your skin you weren’t afraid, “I can only be so patient,” he warned before letting you go. He turned to leave, taking the food with him, “besides, who said your mother is even alive?” he mocked before slamming the door shut behind him.
The stalemate continued for another day and a half and suddenly you were regretting not rationing the apple. At least the guards had kept your water jug topped up, but you didn’t want to risk that being taken too.
“I have a new deal,” Jace said, walking in empty handed.
“Where’s my food?” you said, not even standing from where you sat on your bed.
“That’s not very polite,” Jace tutted, leaning against the bars, “How would you like to get out of here?” you couldn’t help your eyes widening at the idea. Something Jace seemed to revel in. he unlocked your cell and despite wanting to run you sat still as he closed the door behind him. “Come here. Let me get a closer look at you,”
You wanted to slap him but instead you stood up and slowly crossed the floor while Jace’s eyes scanned your frame. “Still so beautiful,” he mumbled before he finally brought his eyes back to yours as your cheeks burned, “I have a new proposal for you,” he said, reaching to stroke your cheek. He was gentle but you still flinched at his touch.
He stepped closer, moving his hand down till he was toying with your necklace, his eyes not so subtly on your chest, “Marry me,” he said, and you instantly grimaced at his words, “Be my wife and I will let you free,”
“I wouldn’t be free,” you snapped, “I’d be the wife of a bastard, a nobody, a waste of space- “you began to spit your venom at him only to be cut off by his tight grasp around your neck.
“I wouldn’t be so hasty if I was you,” he warned, “What I’m offering is generous. You should hear what Daemon had planned for you,” he dropped his grip and you instantly stepped back, trying to recatch your breath.
Jace slowly began to circle you, eyeing you up from every angle as you silently thought over his offer when suddenly a thought popped into your head, “What’s in it for you? Last time I checked you already had a betrothed,”
“Alliances can change, we both know that” he drawled, his chest pressed against your back while his hand grazed your hip. Not mine, you thought, but you stayed silent instead. “Besides I need a wife. Someone to show off in court,” his hand trailed up from your hip to your waist making you shudder through the thin dress they’d gave you, “Someone to bear children. Someone to warm my bed,” he said, his lips pressed against your ear.
His hand went to move to your front, but you grabbed his wrist before he could touch anything, “I’d rather die,” you spat.
Jace grabbed your hips, spinning you around and pulling you flush against his chest, “That can be arranged,” he warned but he still wore his teasing smirk, “You think you’d survive here without me? A pretty young things like yourself in nothing but her night dress roaming around court, think of the scandals. Gods help you if you even make it out the castle. What do you think the small folk would do with a princess like you?”
“Perhaps they’d save me. If they believed in the true king,” you said, trying to hold firm but feeling yourself shake.
He chuckled under his breath, “There is only a queen. C’mon, I can’t be that bad surely. You saying you’ve never thought about it?” he said, his hand moving down to your ass, his lips moving to your ear, “Its not just the gods who know your dirty little secrets,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning your neck.
“I want my dragon back,” you said suddenly making Jace lift his head from where he’d been dragging his lips across your neck, “If I’m to be your wife,”
“As soon as your belly swells with my seed,” he said, “Anything else?”
It felt like a trap, but you tried anyway, “And separate rooms. I don’t want to see you more than I have to,”
He chuckled this time, “That can be arranged, anything else?” you eyed him carefully before shaking your head no. one child and then you could escape with your dragon. It would take a year, maybe two, and then you’d be free. “Good. I shall have them draw up a treaty. But in the meantime,” he said, grabbing your ass so suddenly you gasped, “I want some kind of reassurance you won’t back out,”
“And what’s that?” you asked through gritted teeth.
“I want to fuck you,” he said making the words dry up in your throat, “And if I didn’t know any better id say you wanted me too,”
“And if I say no?” you asked.
Jace dropped his grip, but a smirk fell on his lips as he began to walk away. “Then no deal,” he said, reaching for the door.
“Wait!” you called, reaching out to grab his arm. Jace turned his gaze back to you with a knowing smirk, “I suppose if you are to be my husband. The gods, they’d understand,” you said, trying to rationalise it all.
Jace moved closer to you till his chest was flush against yours, “I’m sure they’d understand after all,” he said, pushing the hair out of your face, “Who could blame you for wanting some pleasure in your life?” he said, his hand trailing down till he grabbed your tit, squeezing it softly, “Why would something that feels so good be so wrong?” he whispered in your ear, his hand traveling lower to your thighs, toying with the hem of his dress.
His lips moved to kiss down your jaw, across your neck till he was kissing your undiscovered sweet spot making you moan softly. His arms moved to slip around your waist, pulling you somehow closer to him as your hands rested on his shoulders. You gasped when he squeezed your ass and winced at the quick slap, he gave it before his hands moved to the hem of your dress.
The cold air rushed over your frame, making your nipples harden as Jace pulled the dress over your head in one swoop. The only thing to cover you was your necklace but right now that felt even worse. Jace’s eyes travelled your frame, soaking up every inch, “The gods have blessed me with you,” he murmured.
“You do not know the gods,” you glared but Jace just chuckled as his hands went to cup your tits, stroking his thumbs over your perked nipples making you whimper.
“Perhaps you don’t either,” he said as he led you by your hips to your bed. He sat on it, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you into his lap.
His lips moved to your collarbones, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. Your brain told you to push him away, but a strange feeling was overcoming your body as his hands moved to your hips. You could feel a hard bulge under his trousers as he began to move your hips, pushing your core onto his clothed cock. You moaned at the friction, his bulge rubbing perfectly against your clit sending shock waves up your body.
Soon you felt your hips begin to buck and move of their own accord. You felt his smirk against your skin as his hands moved to your tits. You gasped when he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers making you moan. “Oh god,” you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when he took one into his mouth, sucking on the perked bud.
You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you felt a knot tightening in your stomach, your moans growing louder as you took the gods in vain at the top of your lungs. You felt your peak hit you like a boulder before you slumped into Jace’s chest.
He moved to kiss your cheek with a chuckle. “Not even fucked you yet and look at you,” Jace said, slipping his hand down to rub against your sensitive core making your body lurch, “So wet for me,” he praised, his hand moving to unlace his trousers. “Can’t wait to see what my cock does to you,”
Before you could protest you felt his tip pressing into your entrance. You gasped, your hands moving to grab his shoulders, “Aw,” Jace pouted, “Does it hurt?” he mocked, pushing you down further, “Too fucking bad,” he practically growled as he used your hips to push you all the way down.
You almost screamed at the feeling, as if you were being split in half but Jace groaned, throwing his head back against the wall as you felt his cock twitch inside you, “Fuck you’re so tight,” he praised, giving you a moment to adjust. Your hips betrayed you again, moving without your mind thinking making him chuckle.
“Such a desperate little thing,” Jace mocked, grabbing your jaw as you tried to move away. His thumb ran over your bottom lip before using it to pry your mouth open, resting it on your tongue, “Good girl,” he praised, his free hand moving your hips.
“Fuck,” you gasped as you felt him hit all the right spots. You gave up trying to resit as your hips began to grind onto his cock.
Jace’s hands moved to your hair, grabbing it suddenly and pulling it back so he could have full access to your neck. You were sure by the way he kissed it there would be marks tomorrow but that didn’t matter now. Your hands went to his hair, tugging it softly making him growl against your skin.
His free hand went to your ass, grabbing it tightly before suddenly leaving stinging slaps against the soft flesh. You could feel your second peak fast approaching and when Jace moved to run quick circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves you felt your cunt squeeze around him as it came crashing down again.
“Fuck,” Jace mumbled, a stream of profanity tumbling from his lips as his hands moved to your hips so he could fuck you through your orgasm, “You feel so good,” he praised, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
You felt yourself coming down from your high and his movements began to slow, “Don’t stop Jace. Please gods don’t stop,” you began to beg, and you could feel his smirk.
“Begging suits you,” he teased, grabbing your jaw so he could make you face him, “You look so good right now. So drunk on my cock. Is that it?”
“Yes,” you whined, “I need you please,”
“Aw my poor baby,” he teased, “So desperate for her king,”
“Yes,” you weren’t even thinking any longer, and a spark ignited behind his eyes, “Need you. Want you my king,” you moaned.
Jace grabbed your hips tightly, standing suddenly before turning as you back slammed against the wall. You winced until you felt his hips begin to snap up against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him tight against you. This new angle had him hitting newer spots that had your legs wrapping tight around him.
“So good,” Jace mumbled against your skin as you felt a third orgasm approaching, “My perfect little wife,” his words sent you tumbling over the edge.
Jace couldn’t resist anymore as your cunt squeezed around his cock and with a couple more pumps, he began to spill his seed. His thrusts became slow as he rode out his own peak, fucking his seed deep inside you. You were both panting as he pulled out, his forehead resting against yours as your feet finally hit the ground again.
“I always knew you had a dark side in you,” Jace chuckled as he pulled away.
“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you in your sleep, husband,” you threatened but the last word made him smile. Maybe this was a good trade after all.
Taglist Sign Up Here
General taglist: @strvngestark @headinfantasy @meg-ro @427120lxld @obx-josie18 @ravenmoore14 @tessakate @justtilly @jjkjbhj @clairacassidy @valeskafics @perla434 @selenestar78 @urmomsgirlfriend1 @urfavnoirette @randomstory56 @qardasngan @https-luvvia @im-the-fucking-lunar-prince @bryandechartisasmolbean
HotD taglist: @qardasngan @randomstory56 @sashadevil766 @idkwhatsgoingonwithme @janii-722 @hypocritic-trash-baby @cookielovesbook-akie
#house of the dragon#house of the dragon imagine#house of the dragon headcannons#hotd#hotd headcanon#hotd imagine#hotd jace#jace velaryon#jace velaryon imagine#jace velaryon x reader#Jacaerys Velaryon#jacaerys velaryon imagine#jacaerys velaryon x reader#modern Jacaerys Velaryon#jace velaryon smut#jacaerys velaryon smut
960 notes
·
View notes
Text
can't get you out of my veins.
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader
summary: jacaerys loves his wife, and will do everything he can to make sure his future queen is well satisfied.
warnings: smut, jace eats his queen out fr. that's it.
｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩⋆｡°｡°✩
you feel his eyes on you, the rush of adrenaline still radiating off of him from when he lunged at his uncle.
"did you see the way he was looking at you? and the way he spoke of my family?" when he saw the unimpressed look on your face he continued, "our family, our honor. how do you have nothing to say of this?"
"his words mean nothing to me, you are the true heir to the iron throne. your mother will be queen, and you will be king following her, aemond's words hold no significance to me when you are the one who will wear the crown and sit upon the iron throne." jacaerys stance straightens at your words, not expecting your words to have such an affect on him.
you hear his footsteps and watch as he stands in front of you, bending to reside in between your legs, his knees hitting the floor, "and you will be my queen."
you use your hand to smooth his hair out and cup his face, "would it bother you, jacaerys?"
"would what bother me, my love?"
"if i were to call you king?" his hands travel up your dress and land on your thighs, squeezing into the flesh he's indulged in so many times.
"i would want nothing more." his hands move up and down the length of your thighs and are beginning to run dangerously close to your core, "although i feel as if i haven't treated you as a future queen should be treated, as if i haven't satisfied you enough."
you almost want to laugh at him, he's never left you feeling anything but orgasmic satisfaction, "don't be ridiculous, jace."
"not jace."
oh, "my king." you correct moving your hands to his shoulders and then to grab onto his bicep. except, he doesn't stand up.
"i'm right where i want to be." his hands slide back down your legs to where he takes off your shoes, and moves to slide your tights down your legs, "never truly understood tights, keep what i want too far."
his eyes never leave yours, as lust clouds your mind no response leaves your lips. the only thing you can do is look at him, think of him.
"when i am king you will never wear tights, always be ready for me."
he bunches the skirt of your dress up and you lift your hips to allow him access, "what else will you do, my king?"
hearing you call him that spurs him on, giving him more confidence as the words spill out of his mouth, "i'll clear out the throne room and have you ride me on the iron throne, make our heir on the seat they will sit upon for years to come."
his middle finger runs up and down your cunt skimming over your opening, spreading your wetness over his finger before bringing it up to his mouth, "when i am king this is all i will do, all i will taste."
jacaerys picks your legs up to drape them over his shoulders, giving him the perfect view of what he wants the most.
"please, my king." you beg, picking your hips up to bring yourself closer to his mouth.
"whatever my queen wishes, she will get." jacaerys does not let you respond before diving into you. his tongue going straight for your entrance, making your mind run wild with thoughts of him, where he is, and what he is doing to you.
his hands run up and down your thighs as his tongue thrusts in and out of your entrance, nose rubbing against your clit, eyes looking at you.
when jace sees you like this all he sees is heaven. his heaven is you, hooded eyes, looking down at him as he makes you feel good. your heels press into his back as your hips raise off of the chair once more.
when jacaerys realizes your eyes have closed and are no longer locked on him, he removes his tongue from you and looks up at you, saying nothing.
"what is it?" disappointment is evidently laced in your words, he ignores you and moves his attention to your clit.
your moans and heavy breathing fill the vacant space, echoing around the chambers you have been staying in. to your surprise his middle and ring finger enter you with no warning, bringing you closer to where you so desperately need.
"my king" you chant as if it is a prayer to the seven, his tongue continues to circle around your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you.
for the final time, jacaerys looks up at you and is met with your head thrown back and mouth open, waiting. waiting so patiently for your orgasm to overcome you.
he speeds up all of his movements, tongue flicking a little faster, and fingers at a rampant pace. jacaerys knows you are about to cum when your cunt clenches around him, and your moans are no longer audible, just shallow breaths.
he feels your orgasm puddle around his fingers, and he gives a few more pumps of his fingers before he removes them. bringing them to his mouth, cleaning them off as you catch your breath.
your legs are removed from his back as he stays on his knees, and you can see the prominence of his cock in his pants,
"and what can the queen do for her king?"
#hotd fanfiction#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jace velaryon x reader#hotd#jacaerys velaryon imagine#jacaerys velaryon fluff#jacaerys x reader#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys x you#jacaerys velaryon smut#jacaerys velaron x you
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
summary: aemond targaryen x afab childhood friend wife!reader
cw: intentional heavier valyrian usage (i used translators so if i’m wrong, please just pretend that i invented the language and i’m right), slight breath play-ish, reader isn’t related to aemond in any way (they’re just from a different royal family from elsewhere , visited as a kid and met aemond), pregnant!reader, the breeding and praise kinks aren’t explicitly stated but they’re more in his actions, flashback mention of teen aemond having a typical teen boy reaction and getting a boner bc he saw his crush bent over, aemond drinks reader’s breast milk like a vampire and cums, this au-ish storyline has been a long standing maladaptive daydream but this is just a kinktober post, stuck in the wall was also supposed to be included but i cheated and just mentioned it/same with the waxplay lmao, implied wax play later on, kinda unsafe and unrealistic sex (obviously), written with no thoughts
wc: 1.4k+
block & move on if uncomfortable !!
do not repost, translate, or give ai my works
kinktober masterlist
It’s been six moons since you discovered that you were with child. Your husband, Aemond Targaryen, had been smug beyond belief when the maester estimated that you conceived on your wedding night.
You were not prepared for how your body would transform in the coming months. You have to empty your bladder more often than not and a burning in your chest keeps you awake. One of the more annoying problems was the tremendous ache in your breasts.
Aemond awoke to your quiet groans, sitting up in bed was not easy for you these days.
With a yawn, not even bothering to put on his eyepatch, he sat up in bed beside you.
“What have I told you about making good use of me if you need something, raqiarzy? (beloved). You should still be resting.” He chides you.
“How can I sleep when my tits are full to bursting, Aemond?” You reply with a slightly bratty tone, and he gives you a brisk pat on your behind to settle you. It was gentler than his strikes usually are, he considers your health with every action after all.
He sighs and lumbers out of bed to light a candle, as naked as he was when he succumbed to slumber. The newfound influx of hormones guides your attention to hone in on his cock flopping in the air as he walks back to bed. The dried wax from your love making last night still stubbornly clung to both of your bodies. You would definitely need to take another bath in the morning.
“Ao līs daor emagon ryptan issa se ēlī jēda, issa jorrāelagon. (you must not have heard me the first time, my love)” Aemond reminds you, unable to stop you from getting up and sitting in front of your vanity.
If your husband did not know better, one would think that you were opposed to any night time…. activites. The tired amusement in your eyes beckons him forward, but he stays lounging on the bed and watching you run your fingers through your hair. Aemond resorts to teasing to obtain your attention, adoring how you always fall for it hook, line, and sinker.
“It feels as if it were only yesterday that we reunited all those years ago, you had gotten lost and ended up falling in a hole in the city’s walls on your visit.”
Your hands pause on their way to grab your hair brush, casting a weak glare towards him out of the corner of your left eye. You clear your throat but you make no attempts to hide your embarrassment at the thought of the past. Aemond holds eye contact with you through the mirror, resting the hand not holding his head up on his hip.
“I was six and ten, wallowing in nausea and nerves. Do not pretend that you were faring much better, husband. We had not laid eyes on each other for nearly a decade.”
You do not mention the sizable tent in his trousers he had carried around after he helped you out of the wall.
“At that time I was convinced the way I would see you again would be in death, there was only relief for me.” He says firmly, and you shyly peel your gaze away from the mirror.
As exhausted and drained as you are, your heart melts at the unwavering affection in his words. Aemond clearly grows bored of playing cat and mouse, because suddenly his torso is pressing flush against your back.
“If you can’t sleep, at least allow me to distract you from your discomfort.”
He cups the front of your neck and gently squeezes, you huff but understand his unspoken request and arch your back against him.
“Refrain from teasing me, valzȳrys (husband), for tonight at least.” You lean your head back and look up at him as his other hand drifts down to tug the bodice of your nightgown down.
Your slip of Valyrian earns you another quick squeeze. You gasp and Aemond seizes the opportunity to gather enough saliva in his mouth to spit into yours. Your throat bobs under his hand as you swallow and he pinches your nipple in appreciation.
“Hmm. I will do my very best, darling.”
You have learned by now that such assurances mean tragically little.
Aemond takes stock of your chest, sliding the hand cupping your throat to be able to grope at both of your breasts. He rolls them around in his palms and kneads them as if he were in the kitchen handling dough. You moan at the sheer relief and his sapphire eye seems to sparkle at you in some kind of wink.
“These heavy tits must be remarkably sore, so full and with no one to drain them of their milk.”
You nod helplessly, more than ready for him to abandon his games and do just that.
One of his hands temporarily abandons your breast to push your head back down so you’d look at the mirror. You sit there, enraptured in the sight of milk beading to the tips of your nipples and leaking out.
Aemond catches it as well and groans, pinching at your nipples a bit meaner and squeezing your tits tightly to coax more milk out.
“Gevie (beautiful) , all this food for our future dragon. You are glowing brighter than any moon, raqiarzy (beloved).”
Your cheeks heat with embarrassment, never being able to take compliments with grace, and gaze down at your lap. A firm hand sinks into your hair and pulls it so you return your gaze to your sticky tits. Aemond swipes his fingers through the milky trails running down your tits. He whorishly brings them to his mouth and sucks them dry, smirking at you in the mirror as he grunts.
Your ornate vanity chair is swiftly turned around, and your lap is drowned in white hair when he falls to his knees before you.
“Aemond, what are you-“ Your words are cut off by a greedy mouth latched around your right nipple. Your husband is being mindful of his teeth and starts to rapidly suckle.
His free hand pets at the hair above your mound absentmindedly. An agonized groan floats through the air as his sucking picks up speed. You clutch onto the back of his head with both hands and run your fingers through his fine hair.
“Gods, Aemond, thank you thank you thank you. Such a devoted husband, I love you.” You do not say it often, your shy nature comes into play regarding that sort of thing, but the immensity of it must take a toll on your husband.
His groans are muffled by your teats and you have to swipe away stray drops of milk that dribble out of his mouth as he drains you.
Somewhere along the way he switches to your other breast when the previous one had nothing more to give. Your cunt howls in need for additional stimulation but the feeling of your chest pain fading away urges you to let your dearly beloved have his fill of your body. There are times in which you say it is his right.
You notice that Aemond has been grinding his weeping cock against the floor. He appears to have synced his thrusts to his suckling, and seeing how drunk he is off your milk meant for his future child makes you just as ravenous as his cock is for a hole to fuck.
Your arms wrap around Aemond in a fierce hug, surrendering yourself to your cunt’s way of thinking. Even if he wanted to pull away, your grip gave him no means to do so. His face is squished into your tits and his eye rolls back, continuing his suckling and writhing.
He rips his mouth away from you to loudly exclaim, and you are startled by how his mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and his form locks up. Aemond weakly thrusts his hips through his apparent peak, the burst of fluids spewing out onto the floor. A few spurts of it lands on your legs, and in the depths of your depravity you eagerly scoop it up to shove in your mouth.
You run your fingers through Aemond’s hair again to assist him in coming back down, and once he does you are quickly swooped up in his arms and delicately thrown back onto the bed.
“Do not confuse a curse for a blessing, issa dāria (my queen). My cock is likelier to grow wings and take flight than it is to run out of seed to stuff this puffy cunny with. Sir sagon nykeā sȳz ābrazȳrys (now be a good wife), and endure it for me, hm?”
You will be greeting the approaching dawn with countless more pieces of dried wax.
#this is so bad jace's was better#hotd#hotd x reader#hotd x you#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x you#aemond x reader#aemond x you#aemond#aemond targaryen smut#aemond smut#aemond fanfiction#aemond targaryen fanfic#house of the dragon#house of the dragon x you#hotd smut#house of the dragon x reader#tw pregnancy
807 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi i was wondering if you could write an nsfw head cannon of jacaerys and his wife reader and what their intimate life is like, and like talk about stuff they do.
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : headcanons, smut + slight fluff.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : : jacaerys velaryon x wife!reader
WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; p in v, unprotected sex, sex from behind, bootfucking, breast play, creampie, slight mentions of mirror sex, oral sex (both receiving), mentions of you riding him, praising, slight mentions of spanking.
: ̗̀➛ Okay, so, for starters. Your intimate life naturally came after you were both officially married, and the bedding ceremony came. To respect your privacy, the two of you already had a chamber of your own to share, and you would be able to be as intimate as you wished.
: ̗̀➛ Initially, Jace would’ve been very soft and delicate with you. It’s in his gentleman nature to be careful, especially with the woman who was now his wife, and he so adored. Things would’ve gone slowly, but surely. And perhaps, there would’ve been a bit of foreplay and kisses before starting anything.
: ̗̀➛ Jace would press sweet, teasing pecks all across your cheek, going down to your jawline, focusing on giving your neck attention with his kisses — especially in a particular spot of your neck where Jace notices it makes you squirm and gasp —, and goes to your collarbone, savouring your skin with each peck.
: ̗̀➛ All the while, of course, Jace’s hands softly move behind your back, playing with the laces of your nightgown as he leisurely unties them, letting your gown become loose from your body, and fall from your shoulders. Being the gentleman he is, of course, Jacaerys would constantly ask you if you’re feeling comfortable with what he’s doing, if you want him to stop, or keep going; all with the most sweetest voice you’ve ever heard.
: ̗̀➛ His coffee eyes would look up at you admiringly, just like a fascinated puppy. You don’t want him to stop any sooner — if anything, the way he teased your skin by pressing soft kisses and caressing it leisurely with the tip of your fingers, merely got you all wet and needy for him. To which, you gave him the green light to keep going.
: ̗̀➛ And my god, you didn’t regret it. The second you approved for him to keep pleasing you, his hands rather desperately pulled down your gown, low enough to just expose your breasts. His mouth immediately took your hardened nipple in a delicate manner, using his tongue to tease it very lightly, and his teeth nibbled on your sensitive skin to leave some lovemarks, using his hands to pinch, twist, and rub your nipples.
: ̗̀➛ Pretty little hushed whimpers & moans would continuously escape from your lips as your eyes flutter shut, and you throw your head back; feeling your cunt grow wet and needy. Each sound that spurred from that beautiful mouth of yours, simply made Jace grow harder for you, with an overwhelming need to fuck you right there, and make you shout loudly his name for everyone to hear who you belong to.
: ̗̀➛ And so he did. By the time Jacaerys had already feasted a bit too much on your delicate skin and sweet breasts, his mouth abruptly pulled away from your tits after some minutes, making you gasp, and his firm yet gentle hand pushed you onto your back against the mattress, getting on tip of you, and fucking you fervently throughout the entire night, cumming in and out of your body several times.
: ̗̀➛ After such lovely bedding night, getting lovingly yet roughly fucked by the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you would’ve gotten more and more used to explore your intimacy together - whether it’s privately, or... Even publicly, being a bit more bold.
: ̗̀➛ Jacaerys absolutely adores having you all submissive & needy, as much as it pains him to hold himself back from taking you right there all for him. So, whenever he’s either studying, reading in High Valyrian, or simply reading a book - he will absolutely have you sitting on the floor, whining and begging for him to take you.
: ̗̀➛ You look beautifully endearing just like that, and Jace will tease you by making you sit on top of his boot, and rubbing your needy moist cunt, bootfucking you. Continous desperate whines would escape from you, begging for him to fully take you - but not just yet. Jace prefers having you clinging to his leg, and seeing how you rub yourself with the tip of his boot.
: ̗̀➛ Jace always knows exactly what you like, and what you need. And he keeps the perfect balance between roughness, and gentleness at the same time. Part of him loves treating you as if you were the petal of a rose, or made of glass - delicately and lovingly. And another part of him simply wants to fuck you like a whore, like you need and want to get fucked, rough and disgusting. This, however, doesn’t mean he will not respect the boundaries you’ve set for each other, and afterwards, he will always ask you if you’re okay, and feeling comfortable.
: ̗̀➛ Sex from behind happens often, and I dare to say it’s one of his favourite positions, after having you riding him. The feeling of you becoming weaker with every pound of cock buried deep inside your pussy, continously hitting your soft spot. Expect his hands to always firmly grip your waist violently in a possesively controlling manner... Or, perhaps, one of his hands gropping your breast while he plays with your stimulated nipples. That feels pretty good for both of you.
: ̗̀➛ And speaking about sex from behind! During this position, I can imagine he would like fucking you right in front of a mirror, making sure to change the speed in which he penetrates you just to see the different expressions in your beauteous features. His hand would hold your chin occasionally, forcing you to stare at yourself through the mirror being fucked by him, as he whispers just how much of a good girl you are, taking his cock so well and obediently.
: ̗̀➛ One of his many favourite things to do in bed, is having you go down on him, and him going down on you. The way your hand forms a fist around his throbbing cock, gently masturbating him as your lips press delicate smooches on his leaking tip, moving your mouth all the way down to his cock with small kisses until you decide to finally take him in your mouth makes him go absolutely feral for you.
: ̗̀➛ It would take Jacaerys all the efforts that he has to not grip harshly from your hair, pulling it back, and violently face fuck you until you’re deepthroating his shaft and maybe even gagging a bit. It hurts not doing so, but he prefers to treat you like the true future Queen you are. The way in which your tongue strokes his cock leisurely while you’re going down on him with your mouth provokes him to loudly groan, and chant your name under his breath. As expected, his semen spurs all over the inside of your mouth, your tongue, and the roof of your mouth.
: ̗̀➛ Or, if he’s feeling a bit too aroused, he will quickly pull out from your mouth at the feeling of his seed being released, and come all over your precious lips, chin, neck, and chest. The sight of his own cum dripping from your chin and neck, some sticky drops falling to your tits, is enough to make him feel proud of himself. You’re all his.
: ̗̀➛ And when Jace has to go down on you? Man, he for sure knows how to take your aching pussy. His hands would be harshly gripping your hips, as his plump lips press playful kisses all over your inner thighs, moving upwards until he meets with your wet core.
: ̗̀➛ There, he would sweetly place kisses all over your moist folds, working up until he meets your glistening clit. He would then carefully rub the rim of it, and slowly work his way in to meet your throbbing core. His tongue would flick against that sensitive spot, and then he would move his mouth back towards your entrance, where he would suckle at your slit, selfishly drinking from your dripping slick while he eagerly fingerfucks you.
: ̗̀➛ It’s just as if Jace knew exactly how you like to be treated; pampering each bit of your sensible core with such fervent adoration. Jace does it like nobody else does, and you can go down on him like nobody else as well. You’re the perfect match.
: ̗̀➛ The eldest Velaryon Prince would also absolutely adore having you riding him. Especially because you tease him by telling him that you’re finally learning on how to properly ride a true dragon... And because he likes the way your tits bounce when you’re on top of him. And, of course, the sight of the bruises Jace leaves on your hips after firmly holding you down on him is also a very pleasant one.
: ̗̀➛ Jace knows how to treat you when you’re such a good girl for him, so obedient — and he will be so gentle, loving, and adoring. But when you’re a bit feisty with him, thinking that you can misbehave around him, Jace will never doubt on having you laid all across his lap, harshly spanking your ass until your flesh is red and swollen, occasionally rubbing his palm across your aching cunt teasingly.
: ̗̀➛ And when you accept your punishment, his pulsating cock would fill you up so delightfully. Pounding violently in and out of you continously, making sure his cock hits deeply against your G spot just to have you shaking, whining, and whimpering under him. Seven Hells, the way you moan his name in that ruined state is so, so pretty. And Jacaerys would cum several times inside of you, to the point you would feel comfortingly and overwhelmingly warm, until his hot semen is oozing out of your abused pussy, dripping down your inner thighs.
: ̗̀➛ I think Jace would pretty much be up to anything. Want to be tied to the bed while he fucks you and you can’t do anything about it? Sure, he will do as you please. Want to be choked? Okay! Jace will be happy to oblige. Want to be tendered softly, and fucked with love and adoration as he praises you in between kisses? Say no more. Jacaerys absolutely adores you, and that’s an understatement.
: ̗̀➛ Your sex life will be pretty much open to anything, and of course, his only focus will be in making you feel satisfied, comfortable, and loved. Jace would never do anything to get hurt you or make you uncomfy. 💗
♡ taglist : ♡
@damatheirin @jacesvelaryons @jjamieberry @anemicroyalcore @countsmoon @capellaadara @kyuupidwrites @tchatso @tasty-nutella @mstxdes @valeriecash @cookielovesbook-akie @zzz000eee @bellarkeselection @visenya-reigned @maria699669 @hopelesswritergall @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @sweethoneyblossom1 @jamiemydeer @snowprincesa1
#jacaerys velaryon smut#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jacaerys x reader#jacaerys velaryon x reader smut#jace velaryon x reader#jace velaryon x reader smut#hotd x reader#hotd x reader smut#house of the dragon x reader#house of the dragon x reader smut#hotd smut#house of the dragon smut#hotd headcanon#hotd headcanons#house of the dragon headcanons#house of the dragon headcanon
662 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sweet Fruit masterlist
pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon & Snow!Reader
rating: mature/explicit/18+
summary: As Jacaerys travels to Winterfell to obtain the support of the North, he becomes enamored with Cregan Stark's bastard sister.
status: complete (4/4)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
#jacaerys velaryon#jace x reader#hotd jacaerys#jacaerys valaryon x reader#jacaerys fic#jacaerys velaryon smut#jacaerys velaryon imagine#hotd smut#hotd fanfic#house of the dragon#jace velaryon#jace velaryon x you#jace velaryon x reader#jacaerys x you#jacaerys x reader#jacaerys velaryon x you#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jace smut#jacaerys smut#house of the dragon fic
266 notes
·
View notes
Text
The way that you move
It wasn’t appropriate for a lady of respect to desire the lusts of the flesh, but the fire in your bowels kept your mind trapped in a single and delicious setting
pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x wife!reader
warnings: porn with 10% of plot. p in v sex. english is not my first language. 1,1k.
Even if it’s recent, your marriage to Prince Jacaerys was very promising and pleasant due to the commitment employed by both parties. Your husband was very polite, good-natured and kind, and you strove to be the proper and loving lady wife that Rhaenyra Targaryen's heir needed. In addition, the engagement period was charming and prepared the ground for a young and happy union, much better than most of the weddings of the other court ladies in all aspects, or almost all because unfortunately not everything was flowers. The subject in question referred to the misfortune moment of bed that tormented you and your husband.
Neither of you had experience, which made it a little traumatic for both of you, especially painful for you but quite fast too, proving to be a great relief (not crookedly for Jace). Throughout the act the prince remained redder than a ripe tomato and hated several aspects that were part of that situation, the first was not being able to reverse the pain you felt, because he didn’t know the female body to bring some relief to his good wife and because it ended up faster than dornish wine in celebrations. The precocity wasn’t at all bad for the situation, but it wasn’t exactly the virtue that a man should be proud of — but it served to your beautiful face was no longer dented with discomfort.
He apologized vehemently after that and assured that he didn't want to hurt you and that you didn't need to do it again without wanting to, a really sweet gesture that had you waving to him and ensuring that everything was fine. “My mother said the first contacts are painful for the chaste ladies,” you said. And in fact it was terribly uncomfortable, until last night...
Gods, what was that? It was the best physical feeling you felt in your life and it seemed so profane to admit it while letting pleasurable sounds escape your throat. It was so good! And that was the problem!
How should you approach your husband about repeating that night? It wasn’t appropriate for a lady of respect to desire the lusts of the flesh, but the fire in your bowels kept your mind trapped in a single and delicious setting, so your only mission that day was to find a demure way to ask your sweet Jace to make you come as your friends had instructed. What a scandal! There was no way to say this out loud, not even other ways to approach the topic seemed decent! Everything seemed like a complete disaster until the moon emerged and the inhabitants of Dragonstone gathered in your chambers, just like your husband and you.
The thick sheet that wrapped your body was responsible for hiding most of the bold and light blue lacy dress you wore, but it didn’t go unnoticed by the watchful eye of Prince Jacaerys, especially when he joined you in bed. That was the ideal moment to execute your plan in the urgency of the last minutes, which consisted solely of action.
"Jace, husband, can I kiss you?" You tried to contain the anxiety of what you wanted to happen next by leaning over it gently.
“Of course you can, my love,” he smiled sweetly and his beautiful brown eyes shone with tenderness. He was so adorable.
After many attempts (some slow and others sloppy) you understood a part of the mechanics of kisses and began to appreciate and perform the art often. His full and terribly soft lips were pressed so pleasantly against yours in the initially chaste kiss, who became sensual and lustful thanks to your desire. Oh, you couldn't wait any longer.
Climbing on his hips, you interrupted the kiss to face those beautiful brown eyes. "I want to do what we did last night."
“D-do you, my lady?” He asked surprised, "do you really want to?"
“Yes, husband,” you purred and kissed him deliciously again, playing with his tongue as you moved your intimacy dressed over his groin, making you both sigh. “I want it now,” you said during the kiss, sitting in the center of his body to remove the dress and expose your naked body.
The poor prince followed the whole situation astonished, stunned by his newly existing disinhibition but not a little dissatisfied (just worried). "M-my lady, shouldn't we wait until you're ready?"
“I'm already, my prince, I've been ready since the first rays of sunshine,” you knew what he was referring to and learned from the other ladies that the moisture between the thighs was a positive indication. And you've been uncomfortable wet since you woke up. "Do you want that?"
“I do,” he nodded hypnotized, holding his soft hips to squeeze the flesh gently.
It was not secret that the prince has never been with a woman before and the fact never bothered him, but he would like to have experience to properly satisfy his wife in pleasure meetings. He quickly flipped through a book on the subject as his cheeks warmed up and his limb hardened shamefully. After that he tried to remember some information to use at the moment, such as knowing that women needed time and a certain humidity so that they could feel pleasure, however, almost all reasoning was lost when your hands released his masculinity and involved him. He grunted low in response, breathing hard to prepare for the- Seven heavens!
You sank deliciously into the thick and soft shaft, ecstatic by the indiscriminate sensation of being filled. There was no way for something so good to be considered depravity, no, it was totally adequate, it was so right to jump freely on the cock of your charming Jacaerys and enjoy what he had to offer. The prince was so confused, drunk and excited by the way everything happened that he was dazzled by the beast that mounted him ardently. If in the previous times he made an effort not to end quickly, this time he was begging the seven heavens for the moment to last.
“Take off your tunic, my love, I want to see you,” you said between sighs, moving up and down constantly, moaning shamelessly.
He did what was asked, sitting in bed with you on your lap just to kiss you fervently and pull you down with him, moving your hips with yours. The gesture was much appreciated when his legs got tired of doing all the hard work, limiting himself to rubbing against his groin while he repeated the action, the constant and strong friction.
“Wait! Wait! I need some time... I-I want this to last,” he said between heavy breaths, almost begging.
"Right, right."
— "It's hard to describe, it's intense, hot and your whole body shudders at the sensation. It's probably the best thing you'll feel in your life."
Your friend Belinda's explanation of the apex of female pleasure returned to surrounding your mind again, making you yearn to discover such a sensation. It was torturous to accommodate your husband inside and not be able not to move your hips, even though it was for good reason. And he, well, he was almost exploding with pleasure.
Jace pulled you for an excited and demanding kiss, very different from the ones you used to share but just as good. Good? No, better. His tongue touched yours in a different and sloppy way, which would strumble you
The prince wasn’t blind about women but never dared to give himself to a pleasure before the wedding — he was less man for that. He thought he wouldn’t be so affected by carnal pleasure, but he could not deny that the attraction he felt for his beautiful wife increased every day and each time you lay down together. He longed for it more quietly.
“Keep going, my love,” he held your buttocks when you remained in the same position, moving your hips experimentally to keep up with your pace.
“Yes, husband,” you sighed numb, kissing him again as you moved sloppyly, dragging your hips against his groin. Gods, how good it was.
Although he was loving the position he was in, Jace felt a sudden urge to cage your body against the bed, so he turned you lovingly to take control and pushed your hips against his at a constant pace that stole the air from both of you. The thought that happened in your head was indecent, but it was the complete reality of the situation. It wasn't love made between you and your husband, no, you were fucking with all the lust there was.
He rested his face on your neck as he hit you deeply, the delicious and maddening friction building a euphoria in your unknown stomach and making your walls squeeze madly. “Jace!” You moaned loudly, scratching his back as you held him more between your legs. “Oh! Jace!” Your sight turned white and your whole body spasmed on bed, the most wonderful feeling in the world numbing your senses.
That was too much for him. Both the grip around his cock, as well as your sounds, as well as the call by his name and his own limit sent him to the apex in the blink of an eye, grunting in your ear in such a sensual and deep way that it made you squeeze even more. For the seven, what had just happened?
Such pleasure from such indecency made him hot, confused and red like wine. Your breaths were heavy and agitated, stabilizing slowly and silently on the soft bed as you sighed satisfied with what had just happened. "So that's how it feel? Now I understand why some people indulge in promiscuity," you commented in a good mood, feeling your body return to normal. "We will do this more often, yes, husband?"
Who was he to deny your request? (Especially on the content of the request).
"Of course, my lady." Yes, your husband was perfect.
═════════════════════
taglist
general: @valeskafics @fan-goddess @kravitzwhore @partypoison00
jace velaryon: @howyouloveyourdragon
#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jacaerys x you#jacaerys x reader#jacaerys smut#smut#jace velaryon x reader#jace velaryon smuy#jacevelaryonswife masterlist#jacaerys velaryon smut#jacaerys velaryon x you#harry collett#jace velaryon#hotd fic
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
❝Will you forsake me, my love? And the babe I carry?❞
[ You had made a mistake. A slip up. You had overlooked the extent of Otto Hightower and his greed. Now you must make it right... or pay in fire and blood. ]
[ +18 MDNI ] [ 5,504 ] [ series masterlist ]
| jacaerys velaryon x targaryen aunt-wife!reader (aegon's twin sister),
contains— canon divergence - manipulative reader— gets darkish but not yet dd:dne - targcest, angsty as fuck, pregnancy - nsfw: p & v sex, oral (male receiving) - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.
a/n— i... actually dunno how i got here tbh. thankfully, this isn't dead dove quite yet, but you, yes you, as jace's manipulative targ wife, almost did, girl, jfc. ahahaha! comments, reblogs & like at will, mwa! 💝
+ now that there is a second part, and a third part i'm plotting (uh huh), this is officially a series!! its v loosey goosey, but it'll have a masterlist so... it means it has a taglist! message me to be tagged 💝 & if there are any drabbles/blurbs you wanna see!! message me lmk!! i have so many thoughts about jacey & manipulative reader hehe
+ dividers by @danowh0re
The only warning you receive is the missive hastily made by your twin.
In his panic, Aegon's scrawl had been barely legible, but the cold sweat that shot through your spine at making sense of the text had you keening over; fingers over your mouth, a dangerous gurgle in your stomach.
The world tilts, the air sucks inward.
Fear... Cold, weightless fear, settles in your heart.
"Princess!" Your maid, Dyana, shrieks, hands grasping your elbows to prevent you from falling. She turns to the door. "Call the maestre back! Now!"
You shake your head rapidly. "No, no. No Ser Addam. I am alright."
"But princess—"
"No, Dyana, I am alright." But you are pale, and a thrum shakes through fingers, rattling your ribcage and trying to yank your heart out of your throat. You have to find your footing or all will be lost. You grab Dyanna's arms and she winces. "Tell me- the prince - where is he?"
"I'm not sure, princess, I can—"
"Quickly! We shan't lose precious more time."
You turn to Meera. You had invested in her from the early age you had taken her in from the orphanage. Loyalty, in its absolution, must be rewarded.
And ease for your own plans can be disguised as a reward.
She steps forward obediently, hands clasped behind her back like a soldier awaiting orders. She is nondescript with plain features, easily able to hide between other common folk; and no one, truly, looks at a maid.
"Go to the Sea Dragon Tower, wait on the Rookery for Johan. Only Johan, do you understand me? Keep the missive that I will dictate to you close to his heart, hidden, and he must depart immediately. Throw extra gold at the captain, I do not care. Meera, no other eyes must touch the paper I will send, tell him of the utter import such a thing. No other than another Spider. We cannot unravel further than this or we will start burning."
Meera's gaze darkens, her posture straightening. "Yes, your grace."
You grasp her hands, your mind whirring— so many plots, so many lies, in between them, he flashes in your mind; the dark hair, the warmth of his hand, the sweet, simpered smile and the flicker of rage that dances like a flame. In and out and calmed and wild.
Dutiful. A Perfect Son. A Beloved Prince. Your Lord Husband.
He flashes in between plans and unraveled lies. Along it, Aegon's missive, quickly written, panic seeping in every vowel.
Grandsire had gotten to Aemond's head. Went to Storm's End. Met Lucerys. They are calling him Kinslayer.
Your head is pounding. Kinslayer, Kinslayer, Kinslayer. It churns your stomach, dries your throat. Lucerys dead. Aemond beheaded. Jacaerys' rage. Rhaenyra's. Dark Sister in the Rogue Prince's hand. All your clever threads, your webs and tales, everything you have sacrificed to get here— they are unraveling, the lives you care about, your fondness and love — the fear has moulded and churned; the Stranger now haunting the skies, searching for names, trying to grasp for your neck.
Aemond, You, Aegon, Helaena, Alicent, Jaeheara, Jaehearys, Maelor—
Aemond, Aemond, Aemond.
Your baby brother. Marred and disfigured, dutiful and dedicated. Sarcastic and princely; dancing with you if you ask. Reading with him in the library. A flickering hearth, a kind eye, a protective arm.
Your baby brother, beheaded, gaping mouth and bloodred eye.
Justice spun and spun, but oh so corrupted when they had taken his eye and no name step forth to claim.
Disfigured, marred, and dead.
Focus, you think, your mouth moving, words spilling, plans stretching. Focus.
Otto Hightower must die. It is a pressing thought, digging into the centrefold of your mushy, wet brain. Pressing and pressing like a fever as words of instructions, orders, must be sent along one spider to another.
Your hand drifts to your stomach as Meera leaves, in her head the words that must reach King's Landing. That must pass only the cleverest of hands. Your hand curls, your fist tightens enough that blood clots and beads through crescent rings. Clever girl. Clever spider. You have to believe in Meera and the people under your hushed employ.
You have no choice. You have built your webs, you must trust your spiders.
Not when you can't even trust your own fucking blood.
It took a while to get your network going in Dragonstone. As soon as the smell of brimstone and dragon broached your nostrils, the plans for moving what you had started in Kings Landing became the forefront plan. There is only so much movement you can make in a board full of enemies; and with so many more things to do, you cannot be restrained.
People with stakes, with ambitions and wants of their own— be that money, a good future, a house with warmth and love — if you can provide it enough, dash it in enough kindness and care, people, like ants, could move mountains for you.
It took most of hyour life to have what you established in Kings Landing. Most of your free time— feiging afternoon teas, walks along the garden; young lady things that will not arouse suspicion, fit for a pious, devoted daughter of Alicent Hightower — was spent building and building webs.
Thankfully, as a Princess of the Realm— and as the future Heir's wife, the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms (the title tingles and throbs, comes alive in gasps and winning hands) — you can have your pick of maids and lady in waitings here too. Connections are important, and Jacaerys did not bereaved you of choice.
In fact, he so encouraged you to make changes to Dragonstone as you so chose fit.
"You are my wife," he sighed, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of your head. When he was wrapped around you like this— arms around your torso, a finger, almost absentmindedly, rubbing just the underside of your breast, and the smell of him, boyish but smoky, like a fireplace and first kiss, swaying you to a rhythm he is fond of, absentminded almost — it reminded you of how Vermax oft like to wrap around small hills and large rocks. A dragon mimicking another dragon; a twin soul so connected.
He sighed again as you run your own fingers against the back of his palm, against the side of his head behind you. "You may do so as you wish," he finished, nuzzling further into you as if he wants no more than to become one with you, flesh and blood. An engorged monster of sorts.
"Just your wife?" you teased. The wedding had only been a few moons ago. The missive had been immediately sent to Kings Landing (under your orders, of course, your new husband none the wiser as he had preferred a few more days of just you), and before lunch, your hand on Jace's thigh, his eyes more than hungrily looking at your lips— Caraxes screech alongside Syrax' wing pattern shook the walls, demanding answers.
Jace had looked nervous for a second, not at all prepared to be facing his mother so soon, his Queen, and his stepfather... whose own daughter he was supposed to marry. Better prepared to face all of them in Kings Landing was his plan.
But you had grasped his hands, had mounted girlish excitement shining in your eyes (an expression so familiar to you to adopt that it so perfectly hides the sharp edges of your excitement; your smugness. It oft reminds you of Aemond)— and Jacaerys had melted.
"My Queen," he reimbursed. You turned as his hands cupped your face. Gentle, possessive in its own way. You sighed, eyes fluttering close with a small, satisfied smile on your lips. "My beautiful queen."
A Maiden in love is not a hard thing to emulate. And he does not make it hard to be.
On some days, you even think it will be easy to actually fall in love with him. You already do so feel his warmth for you permeate your own being. His attention is addicting for one; it is whole and preserving. He makes it known when he is looking at his lady mother, at Baela, his former betrothed (who had given you a meaningful eye when Rhaenyra and Daemon escorted you back to Kings Landing to face the rest of your consequences), and other ladies of the court versus when he is looking at you.
He does not hide his adoration. His so obvious desire.
When you reward him for his loyalty, for private little ticked boxes you keep for him— siding with you in arguments, defending you upon ugly whispers in the Keep, requesting from his mother, a more permanent residence of your own in Dragonstone, in the guise of newly wedded bliss to hide growing your connections far and wide (once Rhaenyra takes the throne, Jacaerys will be named Heir and Prince of Dragonstone; your spiders and people must reach each end of Westeros, and Dragonstone is the perfect central chatter) — you mount him and bask at the lust contorting his features, at his hands gripping your waist in a staccato rhythm of feeling and gasp, each harsh bounce of your hips sending you both to bliss. You feel him inside you so deeply, enjoy his eyes rolling back and exposing his neck for you to sink bruises on.
Most oft, he enjoys mounting you. And you like the alternative of his choice to be buried so deep you feel him in your throat; to hold you down and hold you close, telling you to keep your eyes open for him as you come undone again and again— time and practice can manage his newness to the act. His enthusiasm, both for the act and for you, definitely helps his case, and he is so fond of finding your pleasure, of leading you to the precipe, so addicted to your sounds and writhes.
"There? Is that it, little dragon?" he huffs against your mouth, so attentive as he held your wrist and watch as you gasp, your face twisting as he hits that point inside of you, that sweet, sweet spot of undeniable pleasure buried so deep within— that he laughs. Not meanly, but of pride as he pulls back and hits it again. More insistent. You mewl and scratch his back, your toes curling as you seek the pleasure he so enjoys insisting you into.
"I've found it again, didn't I?" Another snap of his hips, another cry of your lips. "I will fuck your sweetest spot until you- are- crying- my name in that sweet, sweet whine of yours, shall I?"
But it's not really a question privy to an answer, surely not by your own mouth but by your body, as he manhandles you easily and does not stop until you are a quivering, overstimulated mess against wet sheets.
Sometimes, when you can't help but reward him as soon as possible— so excited from his gallant display; the perfect King bowing to his wife — you drag him to shadowy corners and solemnly drop yourself on your knees, unlacing his breeches with deft precision. You place your hot mouth against his manhood, your eyes fluttering delicately, making him reach completion enough times that he is left with a dopey, simpleton of a smile afterward, a soft, chaste kiss against your your head, your nose, your lips. So tender to how he was fucking your mouth not but seconds ago.
"I love you," he whispers against hot skin and cool, salty air.
And it eases, every time he looks at you like that, holds like you that. His love is patient, sweet, kind, and devouring. It overflows and seeps into you that when you whisper back, just as soft, just as troublingly honest, "Avy jorrāelan, ñuha zaldrīzes, I love you, my dragon," the truth of them bleeds further and further into your heart.
Jacaerys.
A warm grief swells within you. Your hands twitch, flattening your grief beneath your chest, deep in your gut. Deep below. You fought hard to be here. You cannot lose him now.
Otto Hightower must die.
A cruel thought, a natural order. With your marriage to Jacaerys meant a relative peace, a truce. Moving to Dragonstone many moons was more than just to establish your position, your future. It was also for your darling sister to take better control of her position back in the centre of power, alongside her husband.
Aged well with a stronger alley who most would not dare defy— a vainglorious guard dog, really, one who isn't afraid to sic people with a mere nod from his master — more than evens out the playing field.
The Queen To Be is prospering. And in her prosper, meant your husband's position more than fulfilled. He was to be King, and with you as his Queen, his reign will want for not.
You should have known it would put Otto on defense, would panic and use your siblings and your poor, nervy mother, to move in unfeasible decisions.
Aegon had taken to calling him grandsire again. Aemond... Your spiders had told you that Lucerys was sent to Storm's End as no more than a casual reminder of Lord Borros' oath. Viserys was in no doubt in worse conditions than he had been the last time you or your husband had visited him. Rhaenyra was settling on her position, reminding the Great Houses which heir was meant to rise soon, so close to the changing of the guard.
And your little brother no doubt was moved in panic.
This was a slip up on your part. Once the King was dead, Otto Hightower would hold no cards; Rhaenyra would never take him as Lord Hand, and his daughter would no longer be a foreground of power. Rhaenyra has her heir. The winning hand is more than ensured on her part.
His only move would be an usurpation, and would ruin your chance at being Queen... it was a good move. Your twin was not made for duty whilst you craved it. He knows you better than you know yourself; you will not be played in his palm. You would be useless to him.
"I should have killed him," you murmur to yourself.
Yna, the last maid in your arsenal, steps forward. She is the youngest of your main three wards, and the newest. She is still learning her letters, but she is young and always eager to serve.
"My lady?"
"I am going to find the prince. Whatever happens, tell them Vermax must not leave with his rider. Make up any excuse you must. My husband must stay in Dragonstone until I say otherwise." You raise your chin, tone icy. "Anyone who dares to defy my orders will be beheaded."
"At once, princess."
Your steps are measured, your breath held between lie and tongue. So many pretty rings on your fingers, twisting and twisting at the idea of the confrontation plagues you.
But you raise your chin. You will not be defeated. All is not lost.
Dyanna had caught you at Aegon's Garden, windblow hair and wide, fearful eyes.
You had braced yourself. "The Prince?"
"The Stone Drum, my princess, he is..."
"Angry," you supplied. She nodded jerkily. "Tell me everything."
"The Prince was talking with Ser Robert, was about the missive sent from Kings Landing says Kevan, not soon after your own." Another spider, one that follows most of your husband's movements. Unassuming and quick on his feet. A good soldier. "Prince Lucerys is alive but badly maimed." The breath you had withheld between grit and fright unrolled, the world slamming back into the ground in a giant's fitful wake. "He still hasn't woken up, says Arrax took most of the damage— one wing torn but is awake. Dunno about recovery for dragons, 'specially against Vhagar. Mournin' the prince, Kevan says. Makin' loud, sad dragon noises."
"But he is alive?" you pressed. Aemond's life hung in its balance. Your sweet, vengeful baby brother who bore his tragedies between muted teeth and rage.
"Yes."
"And Aemond?"
"No word in the missive or between them." It made your throat tight, the convulsion restraining your neck once more.
"It's fine. As long as there no mention of his death. Then that's all I need."
"My lady, there's more. There might be a reason we haven't been getting much word from King's Landing. Or Oldtown. It seems to connect is all."
Your pulse jumped. "Tell me later. I have to see to the prince. No one is allowed in Stone Drum for the time being. Not unless absolutely necessary." You think and you think hard. "Ready to call in a maestre."
Dyanna had looked alarmed when you left her, but you only gave a pensive smile. A soldier's nod.
He is bent over the Painted Table, shoulders so hunched, reminding you of monsters and tall tales. A dragon, really. He may not have Velaryon blood, your husband, but you— nor others — could deny the thrum of fire in his blood. Roiling and boiling, so engulf in his rage, his voice is quiet at the approach of your footsteps.
"You have bound me to Dragonstone," he says calmly with all the quiet rage you can hear in your very soul. It makes you shiver, but you stand resolute.
He is still turned away, away from you, palms flat on the surface. The iron brazier is lit up, and so is the Painted Table itself.
"Can you honestly tell me you won't try and kill my brother if I let you, ñuha valzȳrys my husband?" you say softly. You plead. His refusal to turn to you spikes your madness in corners. The night reaches and you finger your rings as you try not to spill all over the floor; your own madness, your own fears, your quiet, quiet webs. "Aren't you at least satisfied at the thought of your stepfather excelling at planting Dark Sister to his neck? At least cheery at the idea of him suffering inside those dungeons?"
He spins then, rage—white hot and spilling — breathes as he bellows, "He has harmed my brother!"
You calmly met his gaze. "You do not know that for sure."
He laughs without mirth, arms wide and daring. Crazed anger outlandish and wild, while in response you tighten and become small.
But you do not cower. No truth cowers. And you are a princess. A dragon the same as he.
Lest all, he is a mere husband.
"What else could it be? Your brother has called us bastards our entire lives," he spits. "Neither of us are blind to his dark looks. Despite your family's attempted plots, his rage beholds him. His grudge is stronger. He attacked Lucerys, on fucking dragonback— Arrax, a dragon Luke has barely flown against your brother's war dragon — and that makes him a kinslayer."
Your blood leaps, and you cannot control your own fear, your own anger. "Do not throw that word around so carelessly, Jacaerys! My brother has killed no kin!"
"He has tried, " he hisses and it makes your eyes burn because he has never looked at you so before. At his thunderous footsteps to reach you, to aggravate you, you fight the urge to flinch. His anger spills and spoils you. You try not to curdle. You keep yourself braced. Kinslayer is so ugly said aloud. "That is enough of a brand to call him kinslayer."
Your jaw tightens, tears unleashed from your eyes and there's a glimmer there— a spark, of your Jace. Your husband. It is small and short, a comet so faint it is almost nothing, but it is there.
He does not like to see you cry, your Jace. Not if it isn't from pleasure.
You raise your chin. "My brother is no kinslayer. Lucerys is alive. Do not make Aemond what he is not."
He laughs humourlessly against your face, his hand reaching for your jaw, thumb over your chin, but the mock gentleness wounds you worse. "And who has alerted you of the news? Your twin usurper?"
"W-what?" Blood rushes to your head. Something is missing. He knows. He knows about grandsire's plans. Dyanna would have said. Dyanna didn't know. "Aegon is not an usurper," you whisper, faint but firm.
His thumb rubs against your bottom lip, his eyes tracing your face. "Is this the plan all along, then?" he says softly. "While your brother and grandsire plot to usurp the throne from my mother, and your younger brothers raise bannermen from Oldtown to Storm's End, and try to kill my own when they get the chance, I suppose your job is to warm my bed and to ensure I'm out of the fray before you kill me in my—"
His words stutter for you have slapped him. It is not the hardest move on your part, and he stops not from pain but from shock. Tears freely flow down your face now as you push him off you.
"I know nothing of these plots you speak of." That in much is true. These plots are half-assed. Made in panic and fear, and it makes you curse Otto Hightower to the depths of further Hell. "And you may bully me as you wish, husband, but I will not take it as if it does not hurt me. As if- as if I would take pleasure from your death."
He raises his chin, so defiant in his own anger that he clenches his jaw. "Are you telling me you took no part in your grandsire's plans?"
"We have been married for many moons now. I think, out of anyone on this island, amongst our family even, you would know me best. I have only ever truly bloomed in your presence," you say softly. Lies and truths are balanced so precariously; they spin and spin in a tantalising grip that even you don't know where fabrication meets honesty.
If your own lies befuddle you, why not your truths to him?
"If you are doubting me, then you are doubting our marriage, is it not?" You give a mirthless laugh of your own, chin wobbling as you brush your tears away. His eyes track your movements and his brows are furrowed. "Is it ease, that has turned you so from me? Has your doubt been seeded long before you took us to Dragonstone? To affirm your mother that you have wedded me? Yes, Aegon sent me a missive a mere hour ago. He says Aemond had been urged by our grandsire, no doubt played with as he had done so to our mother, as he tries with Aegon. With me."
Jacaerys' eyes darken. Bottomless pits of dark, dark eyes. You've grown to love them you realised.
"I will give you all the violet-eyed heirs you desire," you had purred once in your new marriage bed, having just christened (one to a few times) your new marital chambers in Dragonstone. "But I do so wish I get a babe with your eyes."
"They are hardly exemplary," Jace had said, snorting. His hand rested on your back while you rest on top of him. The air is acrid in sweat and sex, but neither of you mind. "They are not a show of Valyrian blood."
"Who cares?" You reached to dance your finger against his lashes. "A daughter with your eyes... I fear, I would spoil her rotten. She would be an absolute beauty."
"Are you calling me a beauty?" he teased, trying to hide his rosy cheeks.
"Your eyes, yes," you teased back.
"If I was such a pawn to him," you say now. "If I was using you as you so callously accused me of, why would I bother with a marriage with you? You are right, they have accused you of not being a trueborn Velaryon—" He flinches. "—So why would Otto decide marrying you was a good idea at all? Any babes I carry would be questioned, and it would serve no benefit at all if the main plot was Aegon usurping the throne. To keep you entertained? Hardly. It would serve him better, as was his earlier plan, if I had married Aegon myself."
He loses his stance, a grit in his teeth gives you way to a slow curl of possession. A renewed sense of anger. His fists clenched at his sides.
You found a thread. You don't just unspool, you decide, you will yank, and you will yank hard.
"Aegon is a firstborn male heir, even as twins. It made sense to anyone who understood Targaryen customs that marrying us would be the natural order. It did not matter any past transgressions he may have had, I keep him better. I am his tether to this world. It was obvious to anybody with eyes that if we were to marry, we would breed good Valyrian stock, our children—"
But he has lurched forward, grasping your face, seething, angry at an idea, at a diverted road.
"He wanted us to marry," you continue, a snake's hiss that it is. "But your mother sent a missive asking for Helaena's hand, and I had already told her I wanted someone else. I wanted you." You grasp his leather, pulling him to you in equal ferocity. Madness meeting a mirror. "From the very start, grandsire could not control me for my blood sung for you. I had done my very best to free my siblings from him, resigned myself to be their forever protector inside that Keep with no real power of my own, but when the Gods gave me the chance to have you, I had been selfish. I abandoned them for you. Because I wanted to be yours for a night, I was willing to have that, if it is the only moment you will grant me."
You are crying again, and lies are spinning with their truths, golden and bloodstained, but you are cracking him.
"But it was you, Jacaerys Velaryon, who had asked for my hand. You wanted to marry, whisk us away to Dragonstone, and I love you too much to blind myself to the idea of becoming your wife would not be a totally selfish act, for what act of ours would be considered selfish if it was borne out of love?" you sob hard, grasping and reaching against him, trying to shake and ruin him. "I thought you loved me, and yet here you are, accusing me of plotting? What? Usurping your mother? Killing you in your godsdamned sleep?"
"Wife, I—"
"No. I am sorry for what happened to Lucerys. But if it is vengeance that is truly what you seek, and in the morrow my brother," my choke out. "My brother would be announced d-dead, I would rather you kill me now for it seems I have not only failed them from my grandsire's clutches, I have also failed at being your wife."
Your hands reach in and pull his dagger out, and he is instinctive, a true swordsman, holding onto the dagger before your own. But you do not give up. You yank him forward so suddenly, the dagger now positioned over your heart.
You keep him there, defiant as you are. As no true dragon is afraid of metal. Metal melt in the face of dragonfire.
The tip of his dagger deepens against your skin as war rages in his own mind. Truths and lies spinning and spinning in his head, but your thread— your thread is Hightower green clung in blood and gold — and it's the brightest, twisting beneath his lids and rage. Rage and grief, the tethering madness is spilling, trying to break into the dragon's clutches—
But your Jace is strong. He holds it at bay with a fury.
It is love, it is love, it is love.
But you are not sure. And you have to be.
You have been betrayed already, your Jace cannot betray you. If you are to have a future with him as King, there must be no doubts.
You step forward, letting the blade sink against your skin. It draws blood. A few beads bloom and slide. Thick red in a string or two. It makes his jaw tighten, and you feel, almost impercibly, the strain in his hand give.
That flash of panic, panic bathed in love, in adoration, is all you need.
You grasp his hands in yours, blade nestled between two grips now, and he gasps, thinking you were going to push him away finally, but no. You hold on tight to his hands, nails digging into his skin, keeping the blade where it is before you push forward once more. The tip sinks into your flesh, blood gushes as pain explodes.
"What are you doing!? Let go!" he roars, but you stare at his eyes, brown, so pretty, framed in featherlight lashes, did he even know there are violet flecks in his eyes?
You will not harm me, you think. You realise. For you have given yourself to me body and soul. Even the Gods know.
"Will you forsake me, husband?" your voice is no higher than a whisper, than a wind's hum. It is hollow and cracking. A siren song. In the silence, it is a whip cracking against petty flesh. Against a beating heart thrumming for you. "And the babe I carry?"
Before the words register in his brain, you yank his hands again with every strength you can muster, the dagger, to hover over your stomach. Your Jace roars, pulling with his entire strength as complete fear in floods his beautiful, brown eyes. The strength propels your force of gravity, and you fall with a hard thud. The dagger is flung in the second as he reaches for you, cold-curdled terror ruining his face as he tries to make sense of where to touch you.
The fall is hard enough that you wince. And your instincts, new as it is, is to curl your hands protectively over your stomach.
"M-my heart? Does it hurt? I-I am so sorry, I-A MAESTRE, CALL A MAESTRE FOR THE PRINCESS NOW!"
Your child is strong, you have always known that in your heart.
The second you held suspicion, pressing against the tender flesh of your breast to the nausea that kicked in out of nowhere, before Maestre Gerardys had confirmed: you are with child. Your firstborn. The heir of heirs. You could not wait to meet him.
"I hope it is a boy," you murmur weakly into the darkened space of your chambers. You don't turn as Jacaerys' head snaps, his hands over your own, sat on a chair by your bedside. Relief, guilt, fear breaks and crashes in waves against him, trying to nudge you, but you don't look. You stare from your position on the bed; forward and into nothingness.
"My love," he breathes, hands against your own warm and tight. "I am so, so sorry. I shall call for a maestre—"
"No need." Your other hand moves to your stomach. An emotion glimmers in his gaze at the movement. "My babe is strong. Blood of the dragon that he is. I know him already in my blood. Call for my maid instead. Any of them. Tell them to move my things to a different room, perhaps the one above Aegon's Garden. By morn, I will fly to Kings Landing to be with my family."
Panic fills and breaks. His hold tightens. "I-If that is what you wish, we can go as soon as Maestre Gerardys says it is alright for you and the—"
You turn to him, finally, your eyes dead of emotion. "I will go for I do not think you would like your would-be murderer to sleep beside you, haunting you with a dagger. This way, I can take advice from my mother about births and the like, and you can sleep comfortably. Do not worry, I will not poison you to your child's mind. You may visit him as you would like. You might even take comfort in knowing your mother would look for him as if he were hers. She is so very motherly, I'm sure she would enjoy a grand..."
Your words drift off as he had fallen to his knees, tears soaking your hand as he presses it to his face. You feel like the Mother, looking down on a penitent. Or the Father. Or the Stranger. You feel complete, as his apologies fall in graceless, shaky exhales and sobs. The axe is in your hand. His neck is exposed.
"—I will do anything, a-anything for your f-forgiveness. Y-You can move rooms if it comforts you, I will not s-shadow your doorway, but please. Please. Do not leave me. Anything. I will do anything."
You, and you alone, is the owner of his absolution.
You smile, despite yourself.
Maybe you should reward your grandsire after all.
TAGGED (bold means I couldn't tag you: @inkareds @marihoneywk @caterina-caterina @ahristata
#jacaerys velaryon fanfiction#jacaerys angst#hotd angst#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jace velaryon x you#jacaerys velaryon x you#jacaerys velaryon angst#jacaerys smut#hotd smut#manipulative reader#elle writes !! ꒱ ↷˗��ˋ🍒
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 — 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; daemon, jace, aemond, aegon
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬; fem!bodied reader, SMUT!!! i cannot stress this enough!
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; just some ideas LOL this was purely self indulgent :) i hope you guys enjoy!
𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍
daemon loves it when you ride him; it’s one of his favorite things. his large hands always cup the tender flesh of your waist, sliding up only to pinch your delicate nipples as you bounce on him. he smirks as your mouth springs open to allow obscene moans to escape into his chambers, his cock vanishing inside your gleaming folds.
“daemon,” you groan, tossing your head back. when daemon lowers his hands down your thighs and clutches your ass roughly, you whimper in agony. scrambling for anything to hold onto, you find stability by placing your hands on his chest as you methodically grind your hips on his lengthy cock.
daemon forces his hips up to meet your balmy walls, causing that hot coil in the center of your stomach to loosen and threaten to snap. "this cunt is all mine," daemon mutters, his smirk falling as he rapidly slams his throbbing cock into you at a break-speed pace. your screams and his strangled groan blend together as his thick seed paints your quivering walls.
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄
soft groans fall from jace’s mouth whenever you rise and fall upon his cock, your dripping walls clenching around its throbbing length. his lips are hooked to your ear, emitting obscene groans with every movement and saying dirty words. jace isn’t one for dirty talk — he’s a respectful gentleman — but whenever you ride him? it’s something different. the man gets primal.
"shit — a little faster — yeah, just like that," jace says in a voice that is almost a whisper as he leans back and clutches your hips. his brown hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, those pretty eyes of his focused on you. “you’re perfect,” he adds with a strangled moan as he rolls his hips up to meet yours.
jace allows you to ride him at your own speed; he enjoys watching you take charge and fuck your cunt onto him passionately. when you reach your breaking point, you draw his hair back and bring him close for a messy kiss that results in a tangle of teeth and saliva, your hips accelerating until you both cum with each other’s names on your lips.
𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃
riding aemond is absolutely amazing. it feels amazing, it’s sexy, it’s fast, and it’s hot. the puddle at the bottom of his shaft gets more shiny and sticky with each time you come up from his cock, and he hums in satisfaction when you let out a strangled cry of his name.
aemond is so enthralled by your movements that he doesn't notice your gentle voice as you whimper, "my prince, please—“ which causes your hip movements to slow down and eventually cease. your begging has him smirking devilishly, and he doesn’t give you a chance to say another word before he jerks his cock in and out of your folds for you, caressing that tender place.
aemond watches you closely the entire time: your thighs shaking from exhaustion, your stuttering moans, and the jerk of your pelvis as you strive to keep him inside entirely. he is captured. you are the focus of his one blue eye. "good girl,” he half-growls, lips drawn into a taught line as his hair falls into your face with every thrust. once you get close to your climax, aemond takes complete control, slamming his cock up into you and rubbing your clit with a thumb. ride him like the dragon he is and he’ll give you the experience of a lifetime!!
𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍
much like the man himself, riding aegon is rough and intense. you tug on the waves of his platinum hair with every slide of his thick cock inside you, causing a groan to slip from between his gritted teeth. he loves it when you slam your hips into his as your tongues collide, causing a cacophony of moans to fill the room. he bites your bottom lip as his lithe fingers dig into the flesh of your ass brutally.
"you’re such a fucking whore," aegon growls breathlessly. “you might as well belong in a pleasure house.”
aegon watches closely as his cock disappears into your pussy, getting impossibly harder whenever you repeatedly scream his name. each harsh stroke inside of your cunt feels so fucking good. aegon can’t get enough of you humping him like a feral animal, and when he can no longer control himself, he grabs your hips and violently slams you down onto him.“fuck — just like this.” call him your king and aegon is instantly cumming.
#daemon targeryen x reader#daemon x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond x reader#jace velaryon x reader#jace targaryen x reader#jace x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon ii x reader#aegon x reader#hotd smut#jacerys velaryon#millie’s works — 📓
7K notes
·
View notes
Text
Lookism Men x Female! Reader (When you sit on their face)
Genre: smut/lemon🍋 Slight warning: face sitting, eating out, fingering, squirting/cumming overall NSFW CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female).
Vin Jin (Vin Ho Bin)
I just realized that I haven't wrote anything for him lmao, so here's for the Vin Jin simps.
He's here for it. Vin doesn't care if you're heavy or not he can god damn lift anyone with just one hand (in previous/latest chapter) so he wouldn't have a problem with you sitting on his face (And another thing his sunglasses stay on his face while eating you out which can be weird lol. Unless if you're super close with him and in an established relationship he may probably remove it off for you to feel more comfortable).
He would be the one to suggest it tbh. And he would tease you for it when you're shy about it. "C'mon Y/N it will be fun, don't tell me you're shy." "VIN JIN!". He will also dirty talk between oral sex while fingering you. "Fuck Y/N, you're so fucking wet for me. I could slip my cock inside of you if you're like this. You like that right?"
He really likes fragile and soft girls, so he'll definitely get a hard on when he fucks you just by using his mouth. He'll humiliate you in any ways. With his mouth, cock or fingers he's super good with it.
Vin likes doing it on the couch or bed so he feels more comfortable when eating you out while you squish his face. He's definitely the type to tease your entrance and clit then his tongue would turn into Flash real quick.
Also laughs and smirk at you when you squirm and rub your pussy against his mouth when you're close to cumming. He would lick every inch of you until you can't walk anymore honey ;).
Jace Park (Park Bum Jae)
Contrasting Vin's confidence in sexual activities, he would be definitely be 100% nervous about it. If he's too shy and flustered about kissing or hugging someone, what more in sex?
This man is devoted for Burn Knuckles all his life and hasn't thought about getting a girlfriend. But if you managed to win his heart and trust, he would be more clingy especially in private (but he's still nervous crossing that line y'know).
He would prefer trying other sexual activities like you giving him the head or fingering you. But after some trial and errors, couple of times doing it and exploring his kinks and what he doesn't like, he might even suggest or initiate about the idea.
Jace is 100% worried that you'll crush him with your weight lmao (not body shaming but don't blame him he never done anything like this before).
He would prefer doing it on the bed since it's more comfortable when he's lying down. And the first time you both tried it, he's experimenting on his actions if he's making you satisfied while being cautious. He's overall giving you kitty licks and he's softly sucking on your clit. He would also be a little bit surprised if you squirted on his face lmao.
After some practice and patience, Jace would definitely learn about sex and what makes it pleasurable which will make up to his inexperience.
Goo Kim (Kim Joon Goo)
A god damn menace, he wouldn't even let you cum!
He really likes teasing you a lot even when it's not about making out in the bed and fucking. Like Vin he's super confident about his oral skills. He would be the first to suggesting it especially if you're shy about it (would also tease you which will tick you off lol). And if you requested him to sit on his face, he would also tease you lmao but he'll obey you nonetheless.
Also likes doing it neither on the couch or bed. He would definitely give you lots of kitty licks, teasing you on purpose while you squirm and cry about being overstimulated "G-Goo! Stop teasing me!" "C'mon baby patience. I'm doing my best here. Fuck you' taste so good".
If you told him to go faster, he'll go slower and vice versa (this bitch). He'll even laugh at your reactions and noises that you make, adding vibration on your core (Istg this man). "Fuuckkkk, Goo!" "You look so cute when you squirm, you want me to fuck you with my mouth right? Such a good girl".
Goo really likes it when you ride on his face while he eats you out. He feels more aroused when you rail on his mouth. He also doesn't give you warnings if he'll go faster. He wants to tease and shock you to the core just by using his mouth. He also wonders if you'll react the same way if his dick is inside you ;).
He likes sucking on your clit while fingering you just to see you go crazy about him and just him, making you squirt.
Gun Park (Park Jon Gun)
Another mf right here. He won't let you rest. If you asked him to fuck you, he'll fulfill your wishes of course. But remember, Gun's your master so you must obey him. Or else you wouldn't get what you want.
You know he's a beast in fighting, so he wouldn't be different when it comes on sex. He can make you crazy in many ways possible. He can make you cum just by his hands alone or with his long and thick cock. So it wouldn't be different with his tongue (Does he train his mouth too? Who knows).
He doesn't care if he gets to eat you out while you sit on his face everywhere. On the bed, couch or even inside the car he's down for it.
Gun's just like Goo girl, if you asked him to go faster he'll slow down and vice versa. The only difference is when he gets serious (which is most of the time unlike Goo), he would lick you off with no mercy. He doesn't give a shit if you're heavy, he has a strong body so he can manage your weight.
He would also dirty talk a lot if he's on the mood to tease you or he'll be lapping on your cunt like a hungry animal who hasn't got its meal for years. He can be both if you asked me. And the more you started moaning and getting louder, the more his pace will turn faster. You can feel his smirk forming against your pussy. "Look how wet you are. So pathetic, you really are a slut for me huh?"
Gun would taste every part of you. He's so good at multi-tasking that he can rub your swollen clit while his tongue is inside you and his other hand will jerk himself off. He also wants to feel good. So masturbating while eating you out is a big win for him.
Gun also likes it when you rub your core against his face. Though he prefers you shaving since your hair can irritate his skin. Nonetheless if you enjoy his company, he'll make sure you'll crave for more.
James Lee/DG (Kang Dag Yeom)
Eye contact. Mega eye contact. If you're the shy type he would definitely ask you to look at his face while he licks you off. Or else he wouldn't let you cum (this fucker).
He's also like Gun, if he's a beast in fighting it's no different in making love in your bed. Though he will be more gentle and cautious especially if it's your first time since he doesn't want to go hard and unconsciously hurt you. But the second you get used to it his tongue turns faster than Flash.
DG doesn't care if you're heavy or not since his body is also strong. He actually has different moods. He's the gentle one, the tease and complete fucker who will mess you out whether it's through penetration, fingering or oral sex.
DG also doesn't care where to do it but he prefers his sexual activity on private since he's an idol and he doesn't want to get into scandals. So doing it with you on places like his apartment is much more safer.
He also likes it when you grind your pussy against his face. It makes him more encouraged to fuck you. He's definitely the type to suck your clit while pushing his three fingers inside you or he would flick his tongue on your entrance obviously teasing you (he likes the soft whines and loud sounds you make). Like Gun he also prefers it if you shave or trim your hair since it can also irritate his skin.
What if it's James Lee who's eating you out? No difference either. He'll just be more of a tease and would overstimulate you a lot so be prepared.
#lookism x reader#lookism x y/n#lookism x you#lookism smut#park jonggun x reader#gun park x reader#goo x reader#james lee x reader#dg x reader#vin jin x reader#jace x reader
900 notes
·
View notes
Text
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ THUS ALWAYS TO TYRANTS
[ ACT III : THE LAST ARSLAN. ]
jacaerys velaryon x reader
#SYNOPSIS— you go through some serious character development, jacaerys is really intimidated by how strong you are, and rhaenyra sees a lot of herself in you.
#CONTAINS— self harm (nails digging into skin), not canon au, lady of a house! reader, flawed reader, slowburn, later enemies to lovers, gore, blood, death, sexual content (later on in the series, after a time skip)
#AUTHORSNOTE— there will be some aspects of the original story that i changed. i added a new house that i created, and the reader has golden eyes purely for the plot, but remember, everything else is you. thank you for all the support on this series <;33
ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV
you father, lord aegeus, was a stern man.
he was always a representation of strength in iona. not only because of his political success in keeping iona safe and happy, but because of what he had lost.
he had lost his son, magnus, three years ago. the one who was supposed to succeed him. he buried his image of his son in an empty funeral boat and casted him away to the waves.
he lost your mother, dorothea, when she gave birth to you. for years he was unable to even look at you - slightly out of contempt for losing his love, but also because you looked so much like her. it pained him to look at you, even as years passed and he finally allowed himself to care for you like a father should, it pained him to see you.
never in your life did you realize that you would experience his pain and more, because as you stood on that platform, the festivities a mess around you, you saw your father. you father, who you thought was so strong, so wise, so unstoppable, was on the wooden floor, bleeding from his neck. the people who once filled the platform were long gone, leaving only you, the royals, your guards, and the man they held apprehended in their arms.
you refused to say a word in fear of you screaming. to scream out of anguish was to admit weakness. you had no time for that now.
you stepped towards his body, his blood staining the wood red as he laid lifeless in front of you. his cane, the cane he always said was a part of him, laid in the pool of blood, stained a bloody crimson. you dropped down to your knees, ignoring the feeling of warm blood on your knees as you picked up your father's head. your silk white dress, meticulously made for you, began to turn red as blood seeped into its threads. your eyes welled up in tears, but you didn't sob. you simply allowed the tears to fall onto his face, displacing the blood that covered parts of it. you brushed his graying hair - the hair he always kept in a knot in the back of his head - out of his face. his eyes were wide open, the once shining pools of gold now rusted and lifeless.
with a heavy heart, you shut his eyes forever.
but she felt a hard shove to her side that left her on the ground, her eyes looking up quickkly to see the blade of a dagger go through lord aegeus’ throat as through it was nothing. blood began to escape his mouth, his throat gurgling from the crimson.
but she felt a hard shove to her side that left her on the ground, her eyes looking up quickkly to see the blade of a dagger go through lord aegeus’ throat as through it was nothing. blood began to escape his mouth, his throat gurgling from the crimson.
but she felt a hard shove to her side that left her on the ground, her eyes looking up quickkly to see the blade of a dagger go through lord aegeus’ throat as through it was nothing. blood began to escape his mouth, his throat gurgling from the crimson.
horrified, she watched as the life died form his eyes, screams of terror from witnesses dying out into white noise as the mighty lord arslan fell to his knees.
"lady arslan," one of your guards began, and you looked up his way. in his hands was a cloaked man, scrawny and thin, who was struggling against the arms of the guards that held him. "what do you want us to do with him?"
you stared at them, unblinking. they answered to you now.
you turned back down to your father, his head limp and lifeless in your arms, and you gently placed him back down onto the platform. you stood up wordlessly, your dress sopping wet with blood and your arms stained red as you stepped to the side of your father, walking towards the assassin.
you stood in front of him, watching how he squirmed under your stare and tried to run away. "coward," you whispered under your breath, head held high as you pointed to his hood. "uncloak him."
they revealed him under the festival lanterns, his face scarred greatly and his nose similar to that of a pug's. you looked at him, staring at his hollowed cheekbones and icy blue eyes, your stare gold and calculating as you raised your hand and slapped him in the face.
blood stained the man's skin, and he looked up at you, only six and ten, and laughed. loud and screeching, mad and remorseless, he laughed.
if you were not a leader, you would have wanted his head on a stake.
"you laugh now, murderer," you said, looking down at him. you kicked him in the stomach, his groan of pain like music to your ears as you smiled a bitter smile. "but soon, after you provide us with information, you will be begging for my mercy. and you know what?" you grabbed his face with one hand, nails digging sharply into his skin.
"i will feed you to the tigers."
the assassin laughed again, fueling the angry fire within you as he said, "you are much more stupid than your father if you believe that i will offer such information so easily," he taunted, grinning wildly, "i will only be sorry that my blade did not go through her," he spat, glaring at rhaenyra, who put herself in front of her children.
you threw his head to the side, standing up straight. yet again, you smiled. jacaerys had seen you smile many times, but the smile you held now was nothing like before. it was a cunning smile, one full of contempt and anger, of mirth and vengeance, and it terrified him.
"take him to the dungeons," you ordered, clasping your bloody hands in front of you, "and for every time he tries to withhold information from you," your smile grew, eyes staring directly into the assassin's, "cut a finger off, then cauterize the wound to keep him alive. anything to get information - but if even that does not work," you looked down towards the man's crotch area, "cut a centimeter of his penis off. make sure he is conscious enough to feel it all."
you turned back to your father, ignoring the stares of the others as you listened to them take the assassin away. you stared at his lifeless body, your fingers digging into your palm to leave crescents in their wake. "wrap him and clean everything up. i will clean him upon my arrival."
you turned to the royals as your guards tended to your father. the anger was still as strong as ever within you, your mind too scrambled to make sense of what was going on. you refused to look at jacaerys, your focus solely on rhaeynyra as you approached her.
"i am sorry for what has happened to you, lady y/n," rhaenyra said softly, and the sincerity in her tone and face almost made you crack.
almost.
but rhaenyra, being a mother of five children, saw right through you. she saw your pained expression, the small quiver in your bottom lip, and how your eyes glinted with tears. you were holding yourself together because you were expected to. but in that moment, as rhaenyra stood in front of you, she felt as though she was not a princess. she was a mother.
"thank you, princess," you managed, voice strained as you swallowed thickly. "i am truly happy that you are safe."
liar.
you were a liar, because while you were glad your father's death was for something, you ended up losing him. he lost his life for a visitor.
and you weren't even there to see it.
"i am.. forever in your house’s debt. and if you need to speak to anyone, you can speak to me, lady arslan," rhaenyra said, and rather than turn away from her, you nodded stiffly.
"okay." you briefly looked at lucerys and jacaerys, eyebrows furrowed as you mumbled, "some of our - my guards will escort you back to the temple," you turned away from them, gazing down at the pool of blood where you father once was, "i am sorry that you had to witness his death."
for an hour you stood there, staring down at the puddle of blood. it dried at the edges, staining the wood forever, merely a remnant of his existence. you only stood next to it with curled fists, and when the second hour came around, you collapsed. you allowed yourself to break, and you screamed.
you screamed for your father, who did nothing to lose his life at the hands of some scrawny thing with a blade. you screamed for your mother, the face you had taken and the life you had taken in exchange for yours, and you screamed for your brother, lost somewhere in the world without any family for comfort. you screamed for your house, the house only you were a part of at the age of six and ten.
you screamed at yourself, for caving into your impulses and running off from a festival you and your father planned together. yet again your curiosity and tenacity got the better of you, warping you into some uncontrollable monster that ultimately left you unable to save your father from death. dozens of people witnessed his death, but none of them were you. you, his only daughter, chose impulsivity over your own father.
"i shouldn't have left. i shouldn't have left," you sobbed as you held yourself for comfort, the pain and thoughts almost too much to bear as you collapsed to your knees yet again. "i'm sorry, father. i'm so sorry." you begged on your knees to a person that no longer existed, a part of you wishing desperately to feel him brush your hair out of your face and comfort you. but you felt nothing but the humid air, nothing but your own hands gripping your body in a last pathetic attempt to console yourself, because at the end of the day, you had no one.
you had returned to the temple with your eyes streaked with tears and blood covering your body. your maids rushed to help you, their comforting words nothing but white noise in your ears as you stared into space. you said nothing and felt nothing as they brought you to a bath, stripping you down and washing the dried blood off of your skin.
their cloth came down upon you, warm against your skin, and you realized then that you would be doing the same to your father’s corpse. but he wouldn’t feel the warmth, nor would he feel the beat of the bath tub. he would feel nothing but emptiness and the void, because he was gone.
you were unresponsive as they dressed you in clean linens, unresponsive as you walked to your father's chambers, unresponsive as you stared at your father's bloodied body and began too clean him.
the silk cloth came down from his face to his neck, where his wound was. you paused then, staring at the clean hole through his neck, and swallowed thickly as you cleaned around it. an hour passed, and soon you found yourself successfully removing every drop of blood from his skin.
it was almost as though he was only sleeping.
vulcan sat to your left as you cleaned, his head on the table as he nudged your father gently. his own tiger, hekate, stood next to you during the entire process. it was almost funny, seeing such a large creature look almost solemn as she stared at her owner. you were sure that she sensed that he would die long before he actually died; some of your ancestors liked to believe that sabertooths could sense doom.
alone, with only hekate and vulcan as your companions, you dressed your father in his nicest robes and jewelry. it was a hard feat, knowing that your father’s fiercely independent self was no longer going to fuss over your help. but you did it. that was all that mattered.
you placed his cane on his chest, the jade fresh and green, lacking the crimson that once stained it. carefully, you placed his hands on the middle of his chest, holding his cane in place.
that night, you slept.
you forced yourself to shut your eyes and rest, because staying awake for a second too long would only give you pain. if you had the choice, you would have covered yourself in blankets and pillows and slept forever, but you knew you had to do what was expected of you.
you had an entire island to lead. you were in charge of one of the most powerful regions in the eight kingdoms, and you were only ten and six.
you had to grow up.
your father's funeral was held the very next day. the elders, as well as some of the monks, had taken the liberty to plan the funeral as you slept.
you had slept for hours it seemed, but everyone could see the heavy bags that hung under your eyes as you walked into the grand circle, a room in the temple for meetings. you were dressed in your usual white and gold dress, and by each of your sides, vulcan and hekate followed. you didn’t sit at your father’s seat near the middle of the circle, instead sitting in your usual seat to the left of his chair.
“why don’t you sit in the middle, y/n,” akari muttered from his chair, motioning to your father’s seat. he may have chosen to retire as a general, but his mind was wise - your father knew that. that was why he sat at the circle now, his hands holding a cup of steaming green tea.
“i have not had my succession ritual yet, akari,” you stated, clasping your hands together and placing them on the table. you looked at each elder in the room; prior to this moment, they had only seen you in meetings that you had to be involved in. all of them were judging you - observing whether or not you were fit to rule iona. ultimately, they would decide. you swallowed thickly, “let us begin this meeting.”
“while we all mourn the loss of lord aegeus,” one elder, lola dalisay, began, “we must ask you, lady y/n; did you apprehend the murderer?” she questioned, dark brown eyes boring into your’s. hums of agreement came from the rest of the circle, and as they all looked at you for answers, your right thumb began to dig into your left.
“the guards currently have the murderer in our dungeons,” you replied, listening yet again to their sudden replies and hums of interest. “alive. i ordered the guards to gain any information out of him in any way they could.” you heard your voice waver ever so slightly, a slip up only you probably picked up, but it only made you dig your nail deeper into your skin.
“in any way they could?” khen apa, a leader of the main monastery on the island, repeated, his face already showing his disagreement on the implication. “do not tell me that you are torturing him, lady y/n.”
“i believe that it was a smart choice, khen apa,” akari said, sitting up in his chair and bringing it closer to the table. he looked at you briefly, a small look of approval, before turning back to the monk, “i understand that your religion condemns such acts like this, but rather than kill the murderer - while we all agree it is an easy decision to make considering the circumstances - we gain information,” akari took a sip of his tea.
you straightened your posture before adding on, “the guards know to keep him alive. all we know as of right now is that the attempt was not made for my father,” your jaw clenched, golden eyes flashing with contempt, anger running through your veins as you continued, “it was for the princess.”
“that could mean anyone, lady y/n,” general zhou protested from the left side, placing her cup of tea down, “princess rhaenyra is a woman, and she was named the heir; of course there are people who are unhappy enough to try and murder her.” you could tell she was passionate on the subject; general zhou was not the first female general to lead in iona, but she knew more than most that the other kingdoms were not as understanding as ionians. “the kingdoms do not take kindly to women in power-”
“but there is one contender above the rest.” ong hanh, arguably and most respected elder, had been an important member of the circle for as long as you could remember. he was old - though no one quite knew how old - and had supported your father and your grandfather through their reign. he didn’t speak as often, but when he had something to say, everyone listened. absentmindedly, he fixed his beard on his lap before continuing. “there is surely tension arising within the targaryen family.”
“how so, ong hanh?” lola dalisay asked, raising a grey eyebrow.
“king viserys and queen alicent have a son,” ong hanh stated, voice clear as ever despite his age, “a first born son. surely, with her son coming of age, that causes some spite.” the old man took a sip of his tea - he opted for rice over green - before continuing. “the king had not been seen in court for quite some time. he is sick, and that leaves the question of who is the true ruler; will they break tradition for a woman or will they choose an equally - though in their eyes, more - capable man to rule?”
“prince aegon or princess rhaenyra,” you breathed, realization hitting you at once. princess rhaenyra was the true heir, but if the queen and her father wished for power so badly, for their family to reign over rhaenyra’s...
it could mean war.
jacaerys searched everywhere for you.
he had gotten lost in the winding corridors of the arslan temple too many times to count, and had looked like a lost puppy as he turned every corner. he had practically ordered (well, he had tried to order her) his mother and his brother to stay in her chambers for her own safety, but he knew she wouldn’t listen to him. as caring as she was, she was painfully stubborn. jacaerys knew that.
he found himself lost yet again in a corridor of tapestries, all seemingly telling the story of iona. he understood some parts of it from the history books he had read, and he squinted up at the hung tapestries to try and make sense of it.
“ionians came from the island of leng in the jade sea,” jacaerys murmured, eyes set on a particular woven image of three boats full of people. there were a group of individuals standing at the front of the dock for every ship, and as jacaerys looked closer, he saw the golden thread used for their eyes. at the leading ship, standing on the dock, stood a man and his wife standing taller than the rest.
“those were the first people to call themselves ionian.”
jacaerys jumped, heart pounding at his chest at the voice. his head whipped to the side, and his eyes landed on a tall woman - the tallest he had ever seen - dressed in armor. her helmet was under her arm, revealing her bluntly cut black hair and calculating eyes. the woman smiled toothily as she looked down at him, revealing sharp canine’s teeth. “general jian zhou,” she said, holding her hand out for him.
“prince jacaerys,” jacaerys replied, shaking her hand firmly as he looked up at her. she had to be around 7 or 8 feet - how was that even possible? he cleared his throat, fixing his posture as he did. “i apologize for stopping to stare at the tapestry.. i have been trying to find lady y/n for quite some time now.”
general zhao’s eyebrows raised, her toothy smile becoming a smirk as she stared at him. “lady y/n, huh?” she hummed, looking away from him to look at the tapestry. “what will you do, prince jacaerys? you understand that she had just lost her father in a day - the day that your family arrived.”
anger hit jacaerys’ chest at the comment, his eyes narrowing as he glared at general zhao. “and what do you mean by that, general?” he challenged.
“i mean nothing by it, my prince,” general zhao drawled, still observing the tapestry. but he saw her eyes flash his way for a moment, amusement obvious in the warrior’s eyes. “i am only giving you a warning. grief is something she is used to, but during its first stages, everyone looks for someone to blame.” general zhao’s cheshire grin returned again, and she turned towards him. her shadow towered over him moving in the flickering light of the lanterns. “she is training with some of my guards,” she said, “i will take you to her, if you would like.”
jacaerys nodded stiffly, following the general as she swiftly turned and began to walk down the other side of the corridor. they passed many tapestries as they walked briskly; it seemed to be the ionian way to keep track of their history and keep it alive.
it was hard to keep up with the general; it seemed as though she was checking to see how quick he was, because he could feel her serpent-like eyes follow him as he walked next to her. you were well accustomed with your people, that must he knew, but only now did he realize that they truly knew you. they probably watched you grow up, and rather than treat them as subordinates, there was enough mutual respect that they looked out for you.
the training area was much deeper in the rainforest than many other buildings. it had many platforms that you could jump between, all of varying heights and sizes. all these platforms surrounded a circle in the middle, which lacked any trees and plants. it was a sparring arena of sorts, and as jacaerys looked down from the nearby stairs, he saw you.
you spat out blood to the side of you as you raised your bandaged fists again. sweat made your hair matted, and blood was splattered on your bandages as you dodged a hit from your opponent, a rather larger man. your fist swung up at his jaw, making him groan and tumble back. your leg came up to kick him in the chest, making him fall to the hard ground.
“stand back up, arief!” general zhao yelled, her mouth immediately shutting as you stood over the man before he could get up, throwing a hard punch at his face, “never mind. lay there instead, i suppose.”
arief’s grabbed your ankle, pulling you and making you fall back. your head hit the ground with a loud thump, and you groaned as arief began to stand up again. he kicked you in the stomach, making you curl into a fetal position out of the pain.
“why won’t she yield?” jacaerys asked, already ready to jump in to help you. he watched on in horror as you took another kick and let out a pained groan. his hand went over his sword, but general zhao grabbed his arm to stop him from unsheathing it, her eyes still set on the fight.
“wait and watch.”
arief came up to you, fists curled as he said, “yield, lady y/n.”
your shut eyes cracked open at that, your body still curled up. you watched arief step closer, already ready to provide a final blow. swiftly, you kicked your left leg up towards the side of arief’s right leg, making him fall as his knee collapsed. you stood back up, grabbing his neck and punching it hard, making him hit the floor. pushed him to his side with one leg, and raised it.
“i yield!” arief groaned before you could kick his stomach. you stepped back from him, offering a bloody hand his way.
“that was a good fight, arief. i understand now why many of your cohorts respect you so,” you said, managing a tight lipped smile as you helped him up. you looked to some of the healers nearby, “tend to his wounds. thank you,” you nodded your head as they did, and you walked towards your flask of water to allow them to do their work.
“i told you so, prince jacaerys,” general zhao commented, walking down the steps further and leading him into the arena. “lady y/n,” she bowed slightly, “that was a wonderful fight.”
“thank you, general,” you mumbled, taking a sip of your water. your eyes landed on jacaerys, who stood slightly behind her, your once indifferent gaze turning slightly cold. “prince jacaerys.” you stated in acknowledgement, the same familiar feeling of contempt hitting your heart like a spike.
in truth, you couldn’t help it. seeing any of the velaryons or the heir herself only reminded you of the pain and danger they brought with them. you knew it wasn’t their fault - they didn’t hold the blade - but you lost your father because he took the blade for them. for their family. it wasn’t fair, none of it was, but you couldn’t help but curse them for bringing such danger into your once peaceful lives.
“lady y/n.” jacaerys nodded his head as he moved to stand in front of you. the silence was borderline uncomfortable as you stared at him, for a second before pushing past him to go to your things.
general zhao, already sensing the tension, moved away from the both of you.
jacaerys immediately followed you, awkwardly standing next to you as you began to unwrap your hands. “i couldn’t find you,” he stated, and you nodded.
“i have been busy,” you responded curtly, looking up at him briefly before returning to your bag. yet again the uncomfortable silence returned, the only sound being the training guards and your rustling bag.
“i wanted to help you with your fight,” jacaerys said softly, “general zhao stopped me.”
“an intelligent choice on her part.” you sent him a glare as you stood up in front of him. “i do not need your help, prince jacaerys.”
“he did not hold back on his kicks, y/n.”
“then that is for me to deal with.” your voice was ice cold as you jabbed a finger to your chest. you could see frustration arise on his face, his brows coming down to furrow together and his jaw beginning to clench.
“your stomach will be bruised for weeks,” he stated a matter of factly; a pathetic attempt to show his care.
you scoffed, throwing your bag over your shoulder. you pushed by him, mentally cursing him as you heard his following footsteps. “and why is that any of your concern?”
“because it’s your health,” jacaerys looked at you incredulously, the fact that you were simply shoving off his care increasing his frustrations. “that was no spar, y/n - “
“lady y/n,” you corrected pointedly, climbing up the steps to begin walking home.
“lady y/n,” jacaerys sighed, “did you ask him to truly fight you?”
you remained quiet, digging your nails into your left palm. you were aware that sparring wasn’t a way for the opponents to truly go against each other. it was a way to train and practice without getting too hurt in the process, but the truth was that you wanted to hurt. you wanted to feel that physical pain, that burn that came from a punch or that sting after a punch, because it drowned out the mental pain. the repetitive memory of your father, dead in your arms. the image of his clean corpse with a hole straight through his neck. his assassin, laughing in your face because you were merely a child in adult’s clothing. the physical pain stopped all of that and made you focus on something else entirely.
“i am not betrothed to you, prince jacaerys,” you said, words apathetic and cold as you continued to walk on the bridge you were now on, “so please. leave me alone.”
jacaerys swallowed thickly, your apathetic tone only slightly intimidating. “admit that you asked him for a fight. not a spar, a fight.”
“what difference does it make?” you snapped, ignoring the pain in your body. your hands came down to cover your aching stomach. he was right, he knew that, but admitting that you asked one of your most skilled guards for a fight was something that you couldn’t do. you were coping, desperately coping with grief in any way that you could. “i won a fight i asked for,” you said, turning around to glare at him.
he could see your busted lip and the scar on the side of your chin. he reached forward cautiously, wiping the blood from your lip. “and what of your health?” jacaerys fired back, his eyes showing worry as he looked down at your stomach, “why aren’t you caring for your well-being—”
his words made you push his hand away, the small ounce of comfort you felt replaced with that familiar hatred. “i am still standing, aren’t i? i can deal with it with out your help, prince jacaerys, so please,” you jabbed a finger into his chest, hard and pointed, “focus on yourself, while i focus on me and my people. we are not betrothed,” you repeated bitterly, “so leave me alone.”
jacaerys’ pained expression did little to crack your facade of indifference, your right hand holding onto your bag as you turned around again. “upon our arrival, i have to tend to my father’s funeral. naturally, your family is invited.”
you walked away from the prince, and the rest of the walk was done in silence.
you felt the silk of your funeral clothes on your skin, the smooth texture gentle as you stared at yourself in the mirror. you looked.. lifeless. your eyes didn’t hold the life it once did, and your skin was dull against the pure white. from the outside you looked almost presentable, with your hair pinned up and with your hanging pearl earrings. but you felt nothing.
obsidian jewelry adorned your neck and fingers, and oxidized silver decorated your arms in bands. rather than the usual gold accents that came with your house colors, you wore black to signify your mourning. the thread on your dress didn’t shine gold, instead shining obsidian under the light.
white represented the life he once lived. black represented the grief.
you turned to the side where your father laid, and you took slow steps towards him on his funeral platform as though you were cautious to see him again. vulcan and hekate was next to him once again, both remaining loyal even until the end. he looked so.. peaceful. his hair was brushed and placed around him in a halo of sorts, spread out on his white pillow. you smiled a nostalgic smile as you looked down at his left wrist, where his hair ribbon was wrapped around his wrist.
he never liked wearing his hair down. he always braided or tied it.
“i’m sure you’ll still look presentable for the ancestors,” you murmured to him, gently smoothing out the sides of his formal robes. “they won’t complain about your hair. you will, though,” you hastily wiped away the tears that threatened to fall, pulling your hands away from his corpse to have them at your sides.
your servants had meticulously stitched his neck wound closed, so it truly looked as though he was sleeping. when he would meet your ancestors in the afterlife, he’ll look as he did when he was alive. they were truly lucky, you concluded, because they were whole. they had each other, while you had no one in your house left.
only yourself.
the knock on his door signaled the beginning of his funeral. in came 6 soldiers, all dressed in black-and-white funeral clothes. behind them was general zhao, dressed in an oxidized silver version of her armor, princess rhaenyra, dressed in customary white and black, and her sons, both dressed in funeral clothes your people had made for them. after bowing to you and receiving your nod of approval, the soldiers began to stand on each side of the funeral platform. with general zhao’s nod, they all reached down t the handles at the side of the platform, picking up your father carefully. with that, they began to lead him outside with you and the two tigers walking behind them.
you didn’t have the energy to acknowledge the royals kindly. thankfully, they seemed to understand that.
it was customary to tradition to bring the body of a loved one across town in order for all their friends and family to see them and say goodbye. being as this was your father, the beloved and stern lord aegeus arslan, people began to follow you. the entirety of your island was dressed in white and black for his funeral, and as you walked down the main bridge that everyone used to travel between the beaches and the city, you had a large crowd of people following you. all carrying varying assortments of flowers, all carrying lanterns of their own. a sea of light followed you and your father, illuminating the night in the rainforest. stars hung heavy over you, and the moon was full and bright.
a perfect night.
the funeral walk ended at the cove’s beach, only to the side of the market. your jaw was clenched tight and your hands were fists as they placed your father in his funeral boat. his sail was the purest white, and his own lantern hung at the ship’s bow. it was completely quiet except for the crashing waves that kissed the boat, threatening its premature send off. you stood the closest to the boat, eyes boring holes into your father’s face.
wordlessly, you reached forward and placed a flower at the side of his neck. you then stepped back, allowing the royals to follow suit, then the circle, then your people. hundreds of flowers soon covered your father from head to toe, his face buried in the very nature he grew up in. and as you watched the flowers envelope your father completely, hiding his old face from your view, you felt tears roll down your face and fall into the sand.
moments passed. ten minutes became fifteen. fifteen became twenty. the silence continued as you only stared at the pile of flowers. the sound of someone walking on the sand reached your ears, and a lantern was held in front of you.
“they are waiting for you,” akari said softly as he handed you your lantern, and you nodded, your pained expression only visible to the old man.
rhaenyra looked on, her arms around lucerys as she stood next to jacaerys. this was an image she was much too familiar with; seeing you struggle to say the words to send your father’s body off to sea reminded her too much of her own experience at her mother’s funeral. desperately grasping for any words, fighting the impulse to hold onto her mother and never let go - rhaenyra experienced it all. to see it from her view now, watching you keep yourself together because you were expected to; she saw so much of herself in you.
tears blurred your vision as you tried to speak, only to fall short as the words struggled to come out. your lip quivered as you sniffed harshly shutting your eyes and letting out a shaky breath. “qianjin,” you forced out loudly, and the soldiers stepped forward to push your father’s boat out to sea.
the sea was kind to you that night, for his boat easily caught traction and began to be carried off to the sea. solemnly, you walked to the sea’s edge, your sandaled feet wet with seawater, and placed your lantern down into the black water. it began to follow behind your father’s boat, and silently, everyone else followed.
iona’s cove was full of bright lanterns that was led by your father’s funeral boat. you watched on, pained and expressionless as the boat and the lanterns became smaller and smaller. people began to return home, some voicing their condolences to you as they did, but you continued to stare. your mind was far away, the thoughts too complicated and too strong for you to fully comprehend, but all you could feel was the numbing pain.
soon enough, you were alone, staring into the dark horizon at the decreasing lights.
“i had to say the signal as well.”
you didn’t turn to rhaenyra, only continuing to stare at the horizon. but you could feel her standing next to you, her presence doing nothing to change your silence.
you wanted to hate her. you wanted to blame her for your father’s death, to say that his hospitality was the cause of his demise, but you had no energy. you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.
“i had to say, dracarys,” rhaenyra sighed, her eyes following yours. but her purple eyes only saw the endless black of the sky and ocean, the only sign of their difference being the moon’s lights on the rippling water. “a signal for dragon to breathe flames.”
“for whom?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper as you finally turned to look at the heir.
rhaenyra smiled sadly as she looked at you. “my mother and my younger brother,” she replied.
you swallowed thickly, turning back to the horizon. you could still see the lights in the distance. “this is the third funeral i have attended,” you said, your voice strained, “the first was for my mother, when i was a babe. the second,” you exhaled shakily, “for my brother, magnus. now, for my father.” you sniffed again, eyebrows furrowing as a new wave of tears appeared in your eyes.
“i am sorry for what has happened to you, lady y/n,” rhaenyra said sincerely. “for all of this. for the danger my presence has brought to your island.”
you almost wanted to forgive her.
your father always said that magnus would have made a wonderful lord. not for his intelligence and strength, but for his kindness. his kindness and patience with all kinds of people from all walks of life was incredible, and his continuous want for peace only made him an even better contender for a successor.
but you? your father knew you knew when to be cruel. you weren’t as kind or as dutiful as magnus was; you felt all of those negative emotions he often refused to acknowledge. maybe that was why you held so much anger towards the royals.
but you were smarter than to actually voice those thoughts.
silence enveloped the both of you yet again before rhaenyra spoke. “it will not get easier, lady y/n.”
you wanted to sob at those words.
ACT IV
#AUTHORSNOTE— sorry not sorry for the angst that was this entire chapter :) thank you so much for the support in this series, and please feel free to send me asks about this series/ask to be added to the tag list!
#TAGLIST— @happinessinthebeing @annoylinglyaries
#hotd#hotd fanfic#hotd imagines#house of the dragon imagines#jacaerys headcanon#jacaerys imagine#jacaerys smut#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys velaryon fic#jacaerys velaryon hotd#jacaerys velaryon x you#jacaerys velaryon imagines#jace velaryon#jace velaryon x reader#jace x reader#jace smut#hotd x reader#the house of the dragon#house of the dragon#house of the dragon imagine#house of the dragon smut#hotd smut#hotd imagine#jacaerys velaryon imagine#jace velaryon imagine#jace imagine#THUSALWAYSTOTYRANTS—!#NADISFICS—!#hotd fanfiction#jacaerys velaryon x reader
237 notes
·
View notes
Text
Jace Velaryon*Frat Baby
Pairing: Jace x pregnant!f!reader
Word count: 1688
Warnings: rivalry, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers
Masterlist Here
Part One Here
Jace had went from being your sworn childhood enemy to fuck buddy to now the most awkward conversation of your life. You had been avoiding completely for the past month as you debated what to do so when Jace got the ‘we need to talk’ text he made sure he was free the next day for lunch. You were sat in a café across from campus, anxiously sipping on the caffeine-free tea Sansa had insisted you switch to instead of your regular coffee.
You wondered if the hole in your stomach was morning sickness or nerves but you just crossed your fingers and hoped for the best as you waited. Jace walked in, dressed like a burst bag of clothes, and anxiously scanned the room before rushing to your table. “You’re late,”
“Class ran over. have you ordered?” he said making you roll your eyes at his lack of apology as he ordered from the very perky waitress you were for some unknown reason suddenly jealous of. after he ordered, even ordering you your favourite sandwich which you were shocked he knew, he turned his attention back to you, “So what’s ‘Defcon one’?” he asked, quoting your text.
You took a deep breath as you debated how to say it before suddenly the words tumbled out, “I’m late,”
“I thought you didn’t have class today?” Jace asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy making you face palm. A few beats of silence passed before Jace said a quiet oh, followed by a louder oh, followed by a “oh fuck,” followed by one more quiet oh.
“You good?”
“I mean sure. Are you?” he asked, sitting up suddenly and leaning over the table and dropping his voice, “Does it like hurt?”
You stared at this frat boy for a solid three seconds before rolling your eyes, “I’m pregnant not dying!”
“I thought it hurt, okay?”
“It hurts later on,”
“How am I supposed to know that?”
“Highschool biology!”
“I ditched that week!”
“Yeah, to fuck Sara Snow!” the waitress who brought your food offer gave an awkward smile making you both sigh and drop your voice. “Look I get this isn’t what we planned for but,” you paused for a second before finally saying the words out loud, “I wanna keep it, him, her, them I don’t know. but either way I totally do not expect you do be involved and I wont even tell your mom but I- “
“Eh!” Jace cut you off, his eyes widening as his shoulders tensed, “No! you don’t get to just toss me aside during this,”
“I’m not tossing you aside- “
“Yes, you are! It’s my kid!”
“It’s a clump of cells,”
“My god damn cells. Half of them belong to me,”
“What you want me to stick em on a petri dish?” you spat out, “Look I’m just trying to give you an out,”
“Who said I wanted an out?”
“You wanna raise this baby?”
“Yes, I wanna raise *my* baby,”
“It’s my baby,”
“Our baby!” Jace said before sighing, “Look I’m not going anywhere and don’t for a second think I’m gonna leave my kid behind thinking I’m a dead beat. No this is what’s gonna happen- “
“You are in no position to tell me what to do- “
“Shut up!” Jace snapped, “Honest to god shut up and listen to me okay cause I am freaked the fuck out right now but I am not gonna abandon you,” he said and you weren’t sure if it was the foetus getting to your brain but it was the sweetest way he’d ever told you to shut up which would normally be met with a rude slap, “We are gonna do this together. I’m gonna get a part time job at my family’s firm. We’re gonna save like hell and then by the time our last year rolls around the baby will be like what? 3 months?”
“Two,” you said as you let Jace recover from his spiral.
“Right two. We’re gonna get a flat off campus and we’ll just have to pick our classes at the same time to make sure we can do it, okay?” he said but the way his eyes were strained made you wonder if he was genuinely asking for reassurance.
“We got this,” you said, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand, “We’ll figure it out,”
Jace let out a heavy sigh of relief as he sunk into his chair and picked up his sandwich, “Okay good. Now eat up. And we’re getting dessert too. You’re eating for two,”
-
Shockingly Jace had been sweet this whole time. each day he dropped off snacks or random baby things he’d found at your dorm. This ranged from dummies to blankets to a fucking crib catalogue. When summer break came you were pregnant, terrified, and explaining to both your parents and Jace’s about the whole situation.
They were unpredictably happy. That was till you told them you weren’t a couple and your mums both deflated a little but eventually they got back with the programme. You expected Jace to lap up his final child free summer out partying but instead he took day trips with you to the beach, went out baby shopping with you, and would just sit in with you watching movies and eating ice cream. You wondered if he was trying to make you gain 100 sizes by the end of this pregnancy with the amount of junk food, he got you. he’d even drive over at 2am with whatever weird pregnancy craving you had.
The giving birth part was the terrifying bit. But Jace held your hand through every push. “Just one more,” the midwife told you as you began to break Jace’s hand with your grip but finally you heard the cries and let your head fall back into the pillow as you panted, “It’s a girl!”
“We have a daughter,” Jace grinned, a wide dopey smile on his face. His head turned to face you and soon you broke out in your own smile as they cleaned your baby up. You saw his head begin to dip but this kiss was far different from any other.
It was sweet and tender and life altering even if it lasted a second before the woman brought your daughter over and placed her on your chest, “Hi baby,” you cooed at her.
Jace leant over to get a better view, “She’s so pretty,” he whispered, “just like you,” he added as he kissed the top of your head, not even poking fun at the sweaty state of it.
-
Jace moved into the guest room at your house for the first week of your daughter's life but soon he ended up in your room. He said it was for convenience but that didn’t explain why he held you in his arms. As you began to unpack your things in your new flat as your baby slept you turned to Jace, “What are we?” you asked as he unpacked the plates.
He rolled his eyes at you as he put them in the cupboard, “My girlfriend you idiot,”
“You never asked,” you shot back, hand on hip.
He turned to you with his cockiest face possible, “Sorry I thought between the sex, cuddling, and baby we just had you would’ve caught on,”
“Uhuh,” you rolled your eyes as he turned away from you to continue unpacking but you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your cheek against his back, “Ask me,”
You could hear him chuckle before he turned around, taking your face in his hands, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
You grinned before putting on your best thinking face, “I suppose I could be,”
“You suppose,” he rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he lent in to kiss you only to be rudely interrupted by a loud knocking at the door. “I’m gonna kill him,” Jace groaned as he ran to the door to stop the noise, so the baby didn’t wake.
“What up bro?” Cregan whisper shouted as he hurled into your flat, “Where’s the baby?”
“She’s in the nursery sleeping,” Jace said, slapping him in the stomach as he mentioned the sleep.
Cregan rolled his eyes as he passed Jace and walked up to you with an overflowing gift bag, “Consider this a baby-welcome home-nice to meet you properly gift,” he said as he handed you the bag.
You laughed as you began to empty the contents onto the bunker to find university baby sized hoodies, t shirts, hats, and even a scarf. Of course, digging further in you found a soccer jersey, baby sized of course, rattles, and then your hand settled on a box. “Condoms?” you asked, holding the box in the air.
“Hey!” Cregan defended, hands in the air, “She’s cute and all but I’m not ready to be a double uncle. They’ll overtake me when I babysit,”
You and Jace turned to each other before looking back at him, eyes narrowing with concern, “Who said you were babysitting?” Jace asked.
Cregan just rolled his eyes as he began to wander and look for the nursery, “Bitch please she needs me. I’m the fun uncle,”
“You’re not her uncle?” you said as he reached the pink painted nursery door.
Cregan span round, hand on heart and hurt in his eyes, “Not cool man. She’s not just your guy’s baby. She’s basically the frat baby,”
You debated arguing more but watching Cregan, a built like a truck manly man, fawn over a baby no bigger than a doll was too cute to interfere with. You weren’t sure how you survived university with a baby and a Jace btu somehow with a lot of help from Cregan and Sansa who had become expert babysitters by now you managed. Some day you would have to explain to your daughter her parents were sworn enemies but not today. No today your daughter was three years old and teaching Jace to do Taylor Swift choreography with her so they could surprise you.
Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila @jacesvelaryons
@aleemendoza2425-blog @happinessinthebeing @bellstwd
#house of the dragon#house of the dragon imagine#house of the dragon headcannons#hotd#hotd headcanon#hotd imagine#hotd jace#jace velaryon#jace velaryon imagine#jace velaryon x reader#Jacaerys Velaryon#jacaerys velaryon imagine#jacaerys velaryon x reader#modern jace velaryon#modern jace hotd#modern Jacaerys Velaryon#frat boy jace velaryon#jace velaryon smut#modern jacaerys velaryon headcannons#jacerys x reader#jacerys velaryon#jacerys valeryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon headcannons#jacaerys velaryon smut
766 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
sportsanimedaily
sportsanimedaily
strawberryjammery
𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈
unfortunate-songbird
heehoo
virginiawerew00lf-blog
!WEREWOOLF!
juzo-kun
what to save and throw away?