jacesbeloved

[jacesbeloved]

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[jacesbeloved]

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[jacesbeloved]

fucking flower

summary: a simple snooping around in your hut may have resulted in a flower making you two do something both of you have been longing for.

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!reader

warnings: smut, MDNI, sex pollen, aged up!neteyam, kind of public sex, cunt slapping, spanking (just 1 i think), established relationship/friendship, subtle mutual pining, rough sex basically, both of them basically liking each other but they cant risk their childhood friendship but thats not mentioned anywhere lol

"Yeah... what's this one?"

"Will you do me the pleasure of leaving me alone? Just this once, please," You groaned at the eldest Sully boy, your words falling on deaf ears as he continued picking at the flasks and jars you had on your shelves. 

It's been two hours since you two got back from the hunt party earlier, you weren't necessarily hunting animals, you were hunting for plants and herbs. While Neteyam and the other hunters flew on their ikrans with their bows and arrows, you and your group of healers were picking herbs from the trees.

Once they finished, they'd fly by your area and bring you back. Most often than not give all of the healers their time alone in organizing and mixing herbs and plants for those who were injured. That was usually how it went, of course, with the exception of the might olo'eyktan's son.

Being too busy with grinding in the herbs, you didn't notice him grab one of the clay jars, throwing it in the air and catching it as he walked toward you. Neteyam inspected the odd shaped jar, not seeing any label on it compared to the others.

Easily pulling off the lid, a strong hits him like a tree crashing into him face first. It was a foul one, a small he usually caught on whenever he came across an animal that has been dead for a while.

That was what it smelt like, his nose crunching in disgust. As he placed the lid back on, right before it could small the teeny tiny gap, the whole scent changed.

He smelled you.

Neteyam peeked inside of the jar, a flower of green and violet with peculiar petals stored inside. Feeling his mind make fun of him, he pushed his nose close to the opening of the jar as he took in a breath but there was no difference. It was your scent. Your indescribable scent that he had never forgotten ever since you two met at four years old.

It smelled everything about you. The flowers you put in your hair, the small tinge of blood that he used to smell on your whenever their hunt parties got a bit bloody, the smell of the trees on your hair— next thing he knew, he was longing for another smell, another something.

Closing off the lid with every bit of restraint he had, he places the jar on top of your table. His mouth hanging agape as heat started consuming his body, feeling himself grow sweatier all of a sudden.

"Hey baby- Y/N?" he stammered, clearing his throat when you turned sharply to glare at him, the pet name catching your attention. You brushed it off, going back to grinding the herbs on your mortar with the butt of your knife.

"D'you really have to stay here? I can finish way faster if you leave-" Fingertips ghosted your bare skin, a familiar, warm presence making itself known from behind you. Your head snapped behind you, seeing the familiar blue na'vi that you have grown accustomed to seeing in your hut all the time, inches away from pressing himself behind you.

"You sure?" He whispered breathless, a weird feeling coming onto your body. What was happening?

Neteyam inhaled deeply, dangerously close to your neck as you notice his hands trap you, gripping the table tightly.

"You smell— fuck... heavenly," the eldest Sully boy had his eyes closed, deep groans sounding through his throat before he snaps back into himself. He swiftly retracted his hands, blinking rapidly as the heat in him started to engulf him again.

You looked at him in deep concern— longing. It was the first time you saw and heard him like that. The deep timbre of his voice that always made your knees weak but you never admitted that, even to yourself.

He turned you around gently, head falling down to your shoulders, still inhaling your scent as it relieved him.

"What the hell was in that jar?" He laughed, trying to shake off the feeling, murmuring quiet apologies as he does. "I told you to not touch my stuff didn't I? Which did you open?" You demanded, touching his shoulder. His warm skin making your ears perk up.

Neteyam pulls back, scratching the back of his neck. The two of you lock eyes for the first time this night, you gulp when you notice his pupils dilated, his chest heaving up and down.

"Which did you open?!" You asked even louder as you push past him.

The male pulls you back to his grasp, his strong hand wrapping around your wrist while the other places an open jar right by your nose. Your face scrunches, the foul smell hitting you now, your throat started retching right as the smell changed all of a sudden.

"What do you smell?" He asks lowly, eyes staring at you with desire, your ears fanning up and down in an excited motion.

You felt your pupils dilate as the smell made you feel tingles all over your body. The scent that you've been longing for now, a familiar one that you always smell every fucking time;

It smelt of Neteyam.

When your mouth hang agape, a silent gasp, looking doe-eyed at the male towering over you, Neteyam swung the jar to the side without any care in the world. You smacked him on the chest because of it but he couldn't care less, pulling you close to him as he started to inhale your scent again. His smell also invading yours as heat coursed through your body.

The male groaned deeply, your pelvis hitting his, finally getting some friction in his growing hard-on. "Can I touch- Oh, shit, you, please," he pleaded.

You unknowingly nodded, mind starting to become hazy, not really knowing what was happening. Neteyam's hands were quick to move on your skin, cupping your face to pull your lips on his.

"What the fuck is in that vase?" He slipped in between kisses, panting heavily as he started humping your thighs with need. You whined at him, pouting as you kissed him this time. Your tongue intertwining with his, hands reaching back to pull at his braids making him groan.

You pulled away for some air, Neteyam kissing down your neck with wet and sloppy kisses as his hands go busy in taking off your top. One swift tug from the string behind you and the woven top falls down. His eyes narrowing, lips smirking, mouth watering as he latches onto one of your nipples.

A high-pitched whine left your lips as you arched your back, giving him more room while he smothered your breasts in lustful kisses. Sucking ever so harshly at the soft skin, mewls pouring out of your lips. Your hands moved behind you, pulling fast to untie your own loincloth and ask for some relief from the male. 

Neteyam continued his assault on your chest, looking up at you who had your head back and eyes closed. His hand wandered down with no hesitation, fingers coming in contact with your sensitive slit, his lips stretching to the side in a smirk when he felt your wetness coating his fingers.

He plunged deep inside of you, your head shooting forward, forehead scrunched as you moaned at the sudden penetration. Your walls immediately burned at the stretch, so long since your last time having something inside of you that wasn't just your fingers.

"Is this— Is this really us or is it- Oh fuck, you're sucking me in so good, baby," you clenched even more at his comment, his fingers scissoring you open as your hands rested on his shoulders. Your breath got caught on your throat when you tried to response, moans and mewls spilling out as his pace quickened.

"It's- 'Teyam!" He pulled his fingers out making you whine, frantically looking for an open space. Once his eyes caught on a vacant table with just random leaves on it, he grabs you by your waist, slapping your ass making you jump. Your legs instinctively wrapping around his thin waist.

He places you back down with a loud thump, undoing his own loincloth before he gave your whole abdomen quick kisses leading down to your aching center.

"It's our bodies-" Neteyam held both of your knees, spreading your legs wide. Your head fell back on the wooden table, clutching your chest as you felt his breath right near your pussy. "It's our bodies?" He breathed out. You gulped, trying to complete your train of thought.

"It's our bodies being influenced by the damn flower," you said in one quick breath. Neteyam's head moved to the side, comprehending what you just said making him halt his movements. "So this isn't... actually us? Our ownselves" 

You sighed, "Why is that a big deal- Oh, great mother, you're right on my cunt, 'Teyam." 

He blew some air onto your leaking cunt, watching your reaction closely with his hooded eyes. "Do you want it?" Your legs twitched at the cold air, threatening to close but his hands were holding you wide open. His head still right by your cunt, one small push and he'd be face deep in it. 

"Do I want it?" You repeated with a tone of disbelief. You held your body up, grabbing his face up and giving him a wet kiss. "If you do not make me come right now, I'll fuck myself in front of you." 

His eyes darkened when you whispered in his ear, swearing to yourself that you heard a growl escape his lips before he goes down on you. His lips immediately latched itself on your slit, licking up a long stripe from your hole to your clit, toying with the small bud with his tongue. 

"Tastes better than I imagined," he mumbled, face still deep into your cunt, the vibrations making your body squirm. He reached up, fondling with your breasts with one hand as the other pushed into your hole. A loud gasp escaped your lips, Neteyam putting in a second, a third, all in a span of seconds all the while he circled your clit with his warm tongue. 

Neteyam kept his eyes stuck on your face, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure, mouth hanging open with your tongue laid flat outside like an animal waiting for some water. You felt his fingers enter your mouth, your tongue sucking on his digits without a second thought. He groaned again, the warmness of your mouth fueling his imagination once more on what it would feel like with his- 

"'Teyam!" You screamed, the said male spitting on your cunt loudly. He grinned, not even caring about the volume of your sounds. It spurred him on even more thinking of the fact that the male na'vis outside could be hearing you scream his name, moaning it out. 

"Give me one before I fuck you, baby," he says, fingers curling expertly inside of you. Your stomach tightened in its familiar knot, the older na'vi hitting all of your right spots as if he has it memorized. His fingers combined with the way his mouth was eating you out so good-- in a way you thought it was made for this and this only --it wouldn't be long before you release. 

Your hands left his forearm, his fingers falling from your mouth to your chin, drool dribbling down your chin. Pulling at his braids with need, grinding your heat on his face, the sounds of his fingers fucking you into oblivion was way too erotic. "It's- 'so good, 'Teyam. It feels so good!"

You heard him chuckle, lips detaching from your clit. "Come on baby, give it to me, give it to your warrior." 

One, two, three more times he hit the sweet spot deep inside of you before you came with a loud scream of his name. Your legs shaking as it dangerously closed around his head. Neteyam held your thighs with his strong arms, spreading you apart once more, battling the way your body was shaking to clean you up-- taste you again. 

And damn, Neteyam had never tasted anything sweeter. 

"There's my good girl, atta baby." He placed a chaste kiss on top of your cunt, moving up to kiss you on your lips as well. You look at him tiredly, eyes hazy as he caressed your face, lips moving lazily at the praise. "You can give me another one, right?" he whispers in your ear, licking your ear lobe as he does. 

"Neteyam..." you sighed when he pulls away. Propping yourself up by your elbows as you watch him carefully pump his length, the long and thick blue cock making your mouth water. This was the first time you ever saw him like this; way better than you have ever fantasized each night in your hut. 

He rubbed the head, spreading his pre-cum all over, head lolling back when he finally gets some relief after neglecting his own cock. You bit your lip, eyes glued on his cock. 

"Oh- Oh shit, fuck, just like that, baby— umfh, oh.." Neteyam got caught off-guard; your hand jerking him slowly, running your hand up and down his rock hard cock. His eyes rolling back when he watches you rub yourself with your fingers, gathering your slick and using it as lubrication on his cock. 

Before you could even think of giving him a handjob, his hand firmly grips both of yours, moving forward as he positions his cock by your entrance. The both of your staring down as he slowly pushes in. A long moan erupting from both of you when he inches himself inside. Your tight, velvety walls taking him in so well despite the burn in your pussy bordering the line between hurt and pleasure.

You had your arms clasped behind his neck, your foreheads touching as he moans deeply when he fully bottoms out inside of your. His hands holding your thighs firmly, thrusting slowly as he lets you adjust first. 

"Don't do that, baby please," Neteyam whispers, closing his eyes harshly when your walls tightened around him before he could even start fucking you. 

"Just fuck me, please," you plead, locking eyes with him. 

That and the innocent look you had on was all it took for him to snap his hips forward. The once slow and careful thrusts now replaced with quick and hard ones as he thrusted into you with much vigor, the table started shaking. "'Teyam, oh- ngh, oh my," you panted, breathing erratically as he impossibly quickened his pace. 

"Keep those legs open for me- good girl," he let go of your thighs, letting them fall on either side as he grabs your waist, your breasts that were jiggling up and down with the force of his thrusts getting all of his attention. Your hands scratched at his hands, sometimes pulling at your own hair.

Neteyam was hitting all of your right spots. The blunt mushroom head of his kissing your cervix numerous times now. Each time making you moan wantonly, not even caring about how loud you were being or even if someone was entering your hut. 

He brought his hand down to slap your clit, your loud yelp and sudden clench on his length making him smirk. You liked that. He did it once more, this time the sound that came out of your mouth much more whinier than before, his cock hardening even more. 

"Like it when I hit your pretty little cunt? Does my baby love it?" You nod your head eagerly. Your stomach tightening with the need for release.

He slapped your clit a few more times, rubbing it to soothe the stings. When he catches that split second silent gasp from you and your velvety walls clamping down on him like a vice, he flips you. Your chest faced down on the table, legs supporting your body as you were now bent over the table. 

This time, Neteyam didn't waste any time in letting you adjust. Pushing into you with a hard thrust, gripping your hips as he pulled you back on his cock whenever he thrusted forward. His cock hitting way deeper spots. "'Oh, Eywa! 'Teyam," the male's name seemed like a prayer coming from you, repeating his name over and over again as your legs shook. His arm that was now holding your waist being the only thing that was keeping you up on that damn table. 

"You close, baby? Me too- fuck... You gonna give it to me again, huh? Gonna give it to me, only to me?" He cooed, landing a sweet slap to your ass before he bends down to your ear, whispering filthy things as you felt his balls smacking your clit with each thrust. 

"Don't stop, please, 'Teyam," you begged, looking up at him with teary eyes. It felt so good. So fucking good.  

You could almost taste your release, the overstimulation slowly coming over you as his hips fucked into you in a rougher but slower pace. Calculated thrusts making you clench down on his cock. 

With one particular thrust, your whole vision blurred. Nothing but Neteyam's deep groans echoing in your ears as he rode out his high, feeling you cream on his cock before he pulls out. Spurting ropes of cum all over your ass, mouth hanging agape at the beautiful artwork in front of him. 

He kept his arm wrapped around you, supporting your whole body as it continued shaking, the wave of pleasure still coursing through each nerve in your body. Your body jolted forward, squealing when he slaps your cunt once more. "That fucking flower..."

"That fucking flower had me fucking you, baby."

thank you sooo much for reading! hearts, reactions, replies, and reblogs are very appreciated if you liked the story! <3 ^w^

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[jacesbeloved]

do you have a master list or will you make one?

sorry for replying late love but heree !!

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[jacesbeloved]

‘til the next holiday

summary: a little gift for and from the prince

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader

warnings/notes: 18+, MDNI, rough sex, hair pulling, use of ribbon as a rope, nipple play (?), little foreplay, unprotected sex, holidays actually existing in westeros

was supposed to be posted last year december but was too busy to do so :’)) also will fix format and masterlist + post announcements tomorrow! enjoy ;)

It was winter.

Snow fell by your balcony, wreaths by the fireplace, and gifts given all around the Red Keep.

It was a fun holiday that the queen had made everyone celebrate, especially considering that everyone had been present during the holiday feast. The great hall filled with noblemen and handmaidens, princes and princesses, and good food.

When the doors closed and everyone got their present, the performers being allowed to go home with the leftover food that were enough to feed them and their family through the winter, along with some gifts from the queen, it is in no doubt that it made everyone happy.

And with everyone happy, it made you happy as well.

After going over to Princess Baela's and Prince Jacaerys' chambers to give them your gift, you arrived back at your shared chambers with your husband, Aemond.

"Aemond! Why're you sulking over there!" You complained, walking over to your husband sitting by the balcony with a book in his hand and his legs crossed underneath the gigantic table.

"Have you already finished giving everyone your gifts?" Aemond looks up at you with a genuine look on his face, tilting his head slightly as he waited for your response.

You huff at him, walking to rest your back on the table. "Not yet," you say dramatically and he hums.

"Well, go on then. Give everyone their gifts," Aemond encourages with a slight nod making you sigh. He's grumpy again. He doesn't look like it, of course, after you gave him a lecture on how it seemed like he didn't care about you, he learned how to fix his face.

When he notices you not replying, he inches up an eyebrow and pulls down the book he was holding. Your lips grow into a smile when you see him sigh.

"I only have one person that I haven't given a gift to." His eye snaps to the medium-sized box that you showed him. He looks at it suspiciously and you jerk it to him. "It's you, stupid," you laugh.

"What a weird word to describe me," Aemond replies back, pursing his lips and taking the box.

He inspected the firm box in his hands; a dark sheet of parchment covering it from top to bottom, side to side, all the while a rich, velvety sapphire blue ribbon was wrapped around it. A pretty bow tied at what seemed to be the top of the box.

A small "hmp" leaves his lips, raising his eyebrow at you before proceeding to unwrap the gift.

"A... ruby?"

"Yes!" You cheered, walking to wrap your arm around his shoulders into a hug. "I figured it would be a nice companion with your sapphire one. Not that I don't like yours but I just wanted you to have options-"

He stops your incoming blabbering with a hand on top of yours. "It's a thoughtful gift, angel. Thank you." You awe at his reply, engulfing him into a tight hug as soon as he stands up from his chair.

"I have... a gift for you as well," he says, sitting back down on his chair while you look at him surprised.

"Really?" You shrieked. "Sit, come on." Aemond nods, patting his thigh. And though you looked at him suspiciously, you still sat on his lap with anticipation.

"Close your eyes, give me your hands."

You obey his instructions religiously, closing your eyes and extending out both of your hands while you feel him from under you start to move and shuffle around.

A minute in and you were about to ask him what he was doing, but, you felt something velvet wrap around both of your hands.

Your eyes shoot open, widening when you see him tying the sapphire blue ribbon into a tight knot.

He ignores your continuous questions of what he was doing, instead, he grabs a hold of the back of your head. He pulled your head back, exposing your neck to his lips.

"Aemond, what're you doing?" You say with a small laugh, nervous at the sudden affection.

Soon enough, he pulls off your dress from you, complete with your undergarments. Aemond takes a sweet second to relish the beautiful sight of your bare chest in front of him. Diving in to bite and suck softly on your skin, he grabs your tied-together hands and shoots his head in it so you breasts were up in his face.

Aemond leaned back in his chair, and so did you. Perking up your ass while you had your breasts tended to by his mouth. He looked at your eyes all the while he ran his tongue and mouth all over.

A hand comes over your bottom, softly patting it before delivering one harsh slap that made you jolt forward. Aemond groans with enjoyment, placing one deep, wet kiss on both tips of your nipples. 

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you up by your waist as you see him pull down his trousers just enough to bring out his cock. The poor thing was red and hard, his tip already leaking with lubrication despite the lack of effort from you in provoking and seducing him. 

Your hands move on their own, trailing downwards to provide wanton jerks on the tip of his cock, eliciting deep moans from him. 

You licked your lips, looking him in the eye as you leaned forward. This time, to catch his lips on yours. He uses his free hand to stimulate your nub, rubbing your wetness all over your lips as you struggle to keep your moans between both yours and Aemond's mouth. 

The sides of his lips move up, pulling away breathless. You bit your lips hard, feeling Aemond grind his hips to yours. His hand gripped the length of his cock, rubbing the wetness of your pussy all over his tip.   

"Aemond," you whine. 

"A gift... for my most loved." He pulls you down roughly. Your mouth hanging wide at the sudden penetration, your walls burning as you tried to adjust quickly to his length. Multiple curses and moans left you, repeating your lover's name like a ritual as he slammed you up and down his cock by your hips. Your hands bound together, as you tried to grab a hold of his waist. Anything to grab on. 

Sounds of your pleasured moans and Aemond's groans filled your ear. The most heavenly sound in your humble opinion. 

Aemond planted his feet on the carpeted floor, his pace faltering a bit as he readjusted his position. Your eyes crack open a bit, wondering what he was doing only for you to let out a scream. 

He had your hips meeting his thrusts, using his feet as leverage lift his hips up to meet his own thrusts. 

The animalistic pace had you dizzy in no time. Your mouth hanging open with drool falling over Aemond's top as he watched you with a devilish grin, his jaw clenched out of focus.    

He grabs your hands to put around his neck, your hands tied behind him as he pulls you close, pushing your hips down as he thrusts into you even deeper than before. The new position hitting all your right spots. Mixed with the force of his thrusts, it was heaven. 

No seat nor throne in the seven kingdoms could even compare to the one you were sitting on right now. 

"Oh, Aemond," you whined, your head falling back as Aemond pulls the hair behind your head back once more. Kissing your neck with a grin, feeling you tighten around him. 

"Would you be a dear and give me a second gift?" He muses in your ear, pressing a kiss on your ear lobe. 

His pace quickens now, the sound of skin slapping against one another becoming even louder than before. Your moans turning into desperate screams. Fuck, shit, oh god, turning into one singular name-- Aemond's. 

"A-Aemond-" your mouth falls silent, various white spots appearing in your vision as you start to tear up from the sensation with his free hand on your nub. Deliciously rubbing at it as he pushes you off the edge all the while pounding on your spot. 

Your forehead falls on his, both of your foreheads touching as he seals off your moans with an erotic kiss. Your hands desperately trying to clutch on anything from behind him.

"Give it to me, angel. Go on," he pulls away, making sure to catch every muscle in your face contort as you release around him. Your orgasm hitting you way harder with your legs quivering around him as he continued thrusting inside of you.

"Good girl... Want another gift?" He says. Before you could even think about what that gift was, you were already jerking your head in a nod. Pleas leaving your mouth. 

With one last thrust, you feel his cum spurt inside you. Filling you up to the brim as his hips stutters against yours. The most lewd moan he had ever heard in his time coming out of your throat, almost making him want to continue pounding into you 'til the next holiday. 

"I love your gift, angel, thank you." he says with smile, pressing a chaste kiss as his hips come into a full halt. A cheeky grin on your face as you slowly start to feel giddy about what just happened.

"I think I need a second take, to truly see if red is our color. Right, angel?"

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[jacesbeloved]

tell me a story,

summary: where it seems that her children aren’t the only ones enjoying your voices

pairing: helaena targaryen x fem!reader

notes: nothing much really just aegon being a creep

"Have you experienced it, my lady?"

The prince's irritating voice rings in your ears as he leans forward at you, your body tensing as you feel his breath near the exposed skin of your neck whilst you fixed his babe's clothes.

You inhaled a deep breath. "I am not following, my prince. Experienced what?"

"It," he repeats. This time, Aegon had been much closer to you neck than before. All it would take him was one move and his lips would align with your neck, something you did not want.

A nervous chuckle leaves your lips, moving away from the prince while still continuing on tying the strings on his babe's clothes.

You felt uncomfortable, scared. Many of your fellow maidens also felt the same way whenever they were tasked in dressing or taking care of the prince's babes especially with him present in the chamber.

This was your first time taking care of the babes with their father present. Whenever you did, Helaena was the one usually in the chambers. It's either her or Queen Alicent herself.

A hand touches your shoulder, feeling the end of your skirt raise slightly making you tense hard. You gulped harshly, your eyes twitching as you pursed your lips, rushing to finish the babe's clothes.

"Give them to Dyana, or the other servant girls, whomever," he whispers in your ear, the drunkenness evident in his voice.

You actually feel your chest tightening with fright, scared of what may happen next, of what the babes may witness.

"Aegon," someone calls his name out. "Mother calls for you." Helaena says in a monotone, glaring at him before her eyes soften seeing both of your position, the nervous look on your eyes making her frown.

Aegon scoffs upon hearing that. He drags himself away from you, muttering profanities under his breath as he pulls on a top.

"I hope to see you more." He smiles at you before he walks past his wife.

You sigh out in relief, slapping your hand to your forehead before you finally get to sit in a relaxed position. A chuckle leaving your lips when Jaehaerys, Helaena and Aegon's babe, smiles at you.

Helaena's soft hands hold your shoulder, smiling warmly as she seats beside you. Maelor quickly climbing onto her lap.

The two of you finished dressing up her children quietly, being able to do your tasks in a relaxed manner now since Aegon wasn't present anymore.

You stood up to straighten your skirt, Helaena standing up as well while carrying Maelor in her arms. The two of you looked at each other awkwardly before she breaks out into an apologetic smile.

"I'm... I'm incredibly sorry with my husband. I want to apologize for him, Y/N." She says.

You shake your head, carefully touching her forearm. "It's okay, my princess. There is nothing to apologize for, it is not your fault."

She still looked regretful as she cradled her child gently.

You sat back down on the carpeted floor, laying chest down as you grabbed a storybook from the side before you started reading to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Helaena's eyes flicker brightly when she watches you laugh and chuckle with her babes as you read stories. Her pulling a chair close to you to sit on while she and Maelor listened to your storytelling.

"You have a lovely voice, Y/N. It's really suited for storytelling," Helaena comments making you chuckle.

"Thank you, my princess. My mother also says so, that's why I used to always read to my siblings." You replied, flipping another page on the storybook.

"It seems that your family and I have the same ears, Maybe you... would be able tell me a story yourself." You look at her weirdly, furrowing your eyebrows.

"If it pleases the princess, I'm willing to tell you more than a story."

The princess smiles at your reply, nodding contentedly before both of your attention gets drawn to the sudden swinging open of the door.

Aegon comes in with a bored out look before his lips grow into a smile seeing you still inside of his chambers.

"Mother's handmaiden is asking for Y/N. Mother had tasked me to bring her," he says with a sly smile, something that meant far too many things. None appropriate things.

You see how Helaena tenses up with Aegon's statement, visually appalled before she lets out a breath.

"There is no need." She says, the older man's forehead furrowing. "I will bring her to mother myself."

"But mother asked me," he emphasizes on the last word. He points at himself, shutting the door behind him with a loud sound.

Helaena's eyes challenge him, squinting into thin slits. You sigh tiredly at the two before you stood up.

"No need for arguments, my prince, princess. I'll head to Queen Alicent myself." You bow at the both of them, walking away fast.

"Stop." Aegon says and you do so. You mentally curse the prince, if it weren't for his overall status, you would have already slapped him. He began to walk over to you, smiling at himself.

Helaena looked around worriedly upon seeing Aegon touch your wrist.

"Me and Y/N have some matters to attend to, Aegon. Let go of her," Helaena puts down her babe to walk over to you and Aegon.

He arches an eyebrow at his wife's behavior, glaring at her before he turns to you. "We'll do this later," he whispers before letting go of you.

"You'll do no such thing," Helaena spits. She takes a hold of your hand, dragging you out of their chambers to which you so happily followed. You know you shouldn't blush at that mere statement, the princess was just protecting you.

And yet, the hold she had on your wrist made you feel far more things than butterflies and definitely far more things than a man ever did.

#hotd #helaena imagines #helaena x reader fluff #helaena targaryen fics #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen imagines

[jacesbeloved]

to have your hand... and,

summary: this prompt but as a fic !

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

notes: no warnings for this one ! just a simple fic that was supposed to be posted for my 1k special ! <3

"I believe you'll head to Y/N's chambers, Jacaerys?"

The young man glared at his mother's loud voice that caught the people around them's attention. Lucerys snorted at that, keeping his stare in front of him to avoid angering his older brother.

Jacaerys groaned, "Mother."

"I heard their exchanging letters!" Joffrey beamed loudly making Daemon raise his eyebrow at them. Their eldest son exchanging letters with Alicent's daughter, how peculiar.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Joffrey." Jacaerys says, looking away from the teasing looks of his mother and brothers.

Rhaenyra rolls her eyes jokingly, smiling warmly at her son before shrugging. "There's no need to hide it, Jace. Although I don't think her mother would be in favor, it's best you two have fun for now but-"

"Remember your responsibilities, Jacaerys. You are my heir." He purses his lips quietly, nodding at his mother's words.

A round of silence hit their carriage, neither of them wanting to speak after Rhaenyra's small talk with her son. That was only until she speaks once more.

"By chance, do you know what your brother wrote in those letters-"

"Mother!"

The carriage erupted in laughters upon Jacaerys' frustrated call, Lucerys taking the moment to make up for his older brother teasing him with Rhaena.

"Ñuha hūra, Jace." My moon.

He looked at her confusedly, Daemon smirking at the side while Rhaenyra does not explain what it means. Lucerys points out his expression, resulting in laughters. Once more filling the carriage with the three brothers barking playful insults with each other.

All the while you were cooped up in your own mini library in your chambers to even bother with the world.

You had your leg propped up on a small table, sipping some tea with a slice of cake, everything was peaceful.

You had been reading a book about the history of Westeros, freshly starting on a chapter about the Targaryen Heritage with a passage written in High Valyrian.

Your forehead scrunched in slight confusion, not really that fluent in the language.

As you tried to pronounce the first sentence in the passage, you remembered that your father's daughter would be coming back to the Red Keep. Meaning, she would bring her family with her and by extension of that, the brunette know-it-all menace that is Jacaerys Velaryon.

You hastily got out of your sitting position, running over to your cabinet to grab a piece of additional clothing when someone knocks.

"What- Jacaerys?"

"Jurnegēre syt issa?" Looking for me?

He chuckles seeing you roll your eyes at him, obviously trying to decipher the short phrase he said.

"Nyke ūndegon aōha bartos ēdan grown rōvykta." You replied with a playful glare, pulling him inside of your chambers and slamming the door closed. I see your head had grown bigger

Jacaerys took the sweet liberty in snooping around your room, going from one corner to the other as he inspected whatever little bits and pieces were lying around. He hid a small smile upon seeing the same bracelet he gave you on your bedside.

His eyes eventually see the book sprawled open over you desk. "You're reading?"

You huff at him, walking over to the male and closing the book quickly right before he could make a remark about you studying. "Nothing really."

When he remembers the contents written in the page that the book was opened on, he realizes something. You were reading in High Valyrian. He smiles to himself with that thought, thinking that you'd thought of him enough to review High Valyrian again but it was truly just a small portion of the book regarding the language itself.

The book finds itself in Jacaerys' hand; the older man sitting on the seat you were previously in and opening up the book. He read the title of the book out loud and amusement could be seen on his face. You simply watched him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to say something.

"I'm guessing you've been reading for a few days now, studying. You're still bad at it though."

"Do you not have things to do, Jacaerys?" You reply, mildly annoyed.

Jacaerys shrugs once more with a teasing look, flipping through the pages of the book. He juts out his lower lip while nodding, stopping at a specific page.

"Rȳ se Zōbriēdar rāenion, pōnta raided se gaomagon," Jace reads out, expectingly staring at you as you leaned on one of the bed posts. Setting aside whatever you were thinking to translate the phrase Jace read out, it took you a lot of minutes and you still hadn't figured it out.

The brunette male chuckles at you, shifting his gaze away from you and back to the book. "Through the blackwater bay, they raided the keep." Jace answered himself.

"I knew that." You joked.

"I'm sure you did."

The hours passed by fast. By this time Jace was laying on your bed, dictating passages in High Valyrian— not all that fluent.

You, on the other hand, was just listening to him teasing you every now and then about not being overly fluent in the language even though he was the same as well. He gone through a big number of the books you kept in your room, not really caring enough to thoroughly read it but would just skim through the fragile pages.

"Gods, that was an easy one, Y/N." Jace groans.

"Oh, forgive me. I do not have a private tutor teaching me High Valyrian anytime my heart desires," you reply with a roll of your eyes, patting your face with a puff. "Se nyke don't emagon muñar bona ȳzaldrīzes se udrir naejot bodmagho issa... I mean, I did. but King Viserys is gone long before I could be fluent." And I don't have parents that speak the language to teach me.

Jacaerys felt apologetic for a second, thinking that he may have made you feel bad about yourself.

"But your brother, Prince Aemond, has a tutor... why not just join him?" He took careful steps towards your dresser, looking amused at the powder you were patting on your cheek.

"He's a man, if you can't tell. And besides, mother won't allow it."

"What- what does him being a man have anything to do with it? Your mother-"

You sighed loudly, cutting him off. "You're a man, Jacaerys. Of course you wouldn't know."

He immediately backed off of the subject, raising his arms up in defeat to which you see from the reflection of the mirror. You scoff playfully at him because of it.

"Is it okay if I ask what's that you're putting on your face?" You raise an eyebrow.

When you placed down the puff, showing him the container of the powder, Jacaerys pushed you gently to seat beside you on the cushioned chair for your dresser. You scooted quickly, letting him inspect the small jar with curiosity while you continued explaining.

"Ziry iksos gevie," Jace says in acknowledgment, body stretching to the side to watch you. It is beautiful.

"Nyke gīmigon." You replied with a smug grin. I know.

Jacaerys let out a playful laugh, rolling his eyes. "Yn nykeēdrosa quba rȳ gaomagon se udrir." But still bad at using the language.

Laughter fills the chamber as you kick his leg hard, Jacaerys laughing at both himself and you. He puts his elbow up on your dresser, watching you in an amused look as you quickly went back to focusing on your face.

"If you want..." he breathed, "You can visit Dragonstone anytime. I'm sure Maester Gerardys is more than willing to have one more student."

You promptly halted your movements, furrowing your eyebrows. "Do I speak Valyrian that bad?" He shook his head with an embarrassed smile, joking with you and saying yes before he apologizes lightly.

A thought runs through Jace's head as he watches you laugh. Blinking shallowly before he falls silent in contemplation.

"Ahh...naejot emagon aōha ondos se jorrāelagon." He spoke softly, not meaning for it to be as audible as it was. Ahh... to have your hand and your love.

You put down your puff on the dresser, firmly and slowly turning to glance at him making Jacaerys tense up. He was scared that you may have heard him and started feeling awkward.

"That was not what I taught you, is it?" The two of you turned abruptly to the foreign voice inside of your room. The color on Jace's face dropped, his mother's stern stance by the doorway.

The older woman had her eyebrow raised, arms crossed on her chest before the side of her lips slowly raises into a sneaking grin.

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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."

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[jacesbeloved]

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[jacesbeloved]

Your eyed narrowed with renowned defiance. “I cannot stand you.”

“Then sit on my face.”

LITERALLY GOT ME TWIRLING MY HAIR CLUTCHING THE SHEETS FRRR AEMOND U ARE SUCH A MENACE

Take a Seat

Summary: You tell Aemond you can´t stand him. He invites you to take a seat.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Face riding. Oral sex. Aemond is a tease. Aemond's nose is amazing. Masturbation. Aemond’s POV.

Word count: 1.3k

“Aemond!”

Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedchambers.

The young prince reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.

“Aemond!”

There it was.

A wave of satisfaction rippled along his entire body as anticipation gradually built up.

“Where are my clothes?” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathing room. “Your sister awaits me! I will be late.”

Truth be told, Aemond dreaded having to part ways with you this early in the morning. Selfishness might be an overstatement.

He preferred to see it as a need.

The need to have you around and all to himself.

To consume all of you.

So, he decided to hide your clothes and bath towel while you were readying yourself for another day at court.

Quite a dull a fair, in his opinion.

He could deliver so much more to you than a day of walking around behind his sister and tending to her needs.

What about his needs?

And yours?

His antics proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favour in the end.

The dragon always comes out victorious.

As soon as your burst into the room, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Aemond felt a rush of blood flooding downwards in a subtle tingling sensation.

“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I will be late!”

Aemond merely shrugged, grateful that his ever growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.

He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one hand, his reflexes sharp as ever.

“You are so… infuriating!” you sighed in exasperation.

A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin had become one of his favourite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.

But then something else crossed his mind.

Oh… you were probably going to flip at this.

But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.

“I’m feeling feverish,” he started. “There’s this pain….”

And just as he had predicted, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.

You sat naked on the edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand to his forehead.

“Where does it hurt?”

Aemond lifted the bedsheets, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”

You immediately scowled at how shameless he was.

“I was seriously worried!”

And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had your leg swing over his body with such refined skill you were left sitting on his bare torso at lightning speed.

You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Aemond! I’m going to be late!”

He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only served to further ignite his desire for you.

“Your sister awaits me near the gates of King’s Landing,” you huffed in annoyance. “We are going for a walk today.”

“I’ll fly you there on Vhagar if I have to,” he said casually, rubbing both thumbs along your pulse points. “I am sure my sister can do without you for a while, my lady.”

Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he wasn’t willing to let go of you just yet.

“I cannot stand you!” you growled menacingly.

What a blatant lie.

All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to have him crawl for you.

You were aware of your hold on him. If you really wanted to, you’d be able to bend him to your will.

He’d do everything and anything for you.

“Say that again.”

Your eyed narrowed with renowned defiance. “I cannot stand you.”

“Then sit on my face.”

Your eyes then widened in surprise. “What?”

Aemond wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he decided against it. He wanted to make sure you were fully committed to him.

“Let me taste you,” he insisted, his cock throbbing lightly.

You faltered briefly as you clenched your thighs around him. “You’re so…”

“So what, my lady?”

Aemond then let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.

“Infuriating.”

“I’ll take that as compliment,” he said and with one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.

“I… I am going to be late…”

Aemond was a patient man, but his patience was wearing thin. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”

You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid his pillow to the side so that he could be the perfect seat for you. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.

Aemond wouldn’t mind parting ways with life with the sight of your inviting pussy as his last memory.

What a glorious way to go.

He nearly letting out a groan and a sigh of relief rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him.

Instinctively, he brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside you.

Delicious.

“Oh…”

You were so fucking endearing. The fact that you were still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few strokes of his skillful tongue did wonders to his ego.

Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he had no intention of doing so.

Aemond was well aware of how to increase the pleasure he delivered to you.

He knew you would quiver from feeling his nose pressing into your swollen clit.

The moment he did so, his hands had to grip your thighs harder to keep you in place from all the shuddering.

An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to feel the pulse from your throbbing clit on his nose.

Truthfully, he simply could never get tired of how your body responded to him so eagerly.

His hips to shot up reflexively as his cock twitched from the need to be buried inside you.

“Aemond… not … not the—”

Your words faded and turned into a pleasurable moan as soon as his tongue went deeper, forcing his nose to press into you harder than before.

Aemond was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart and the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.

He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your whimpers. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the sheet on top, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever growing.

But he had would have you reach your peak on his face rather than his around his cock.

The way his nose rubbed your clit caused your hips to buck and jerk from the stimulation, forcing his other hand to increase his grip even more on you to keep you in place as you were riding his face.

“Oh… oh… Aemond…”

You were done for.

And so was he.

He wrapped his fingers around his leaking and needy cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Aemond… my prince… please…”

Aemond had no need of your words of approval or praise or bliss. He could feel your pleasure and that was all he needed.

Showing was far more saturated than telling.

The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.

He was too close.

Almost embarrassingly so.

He was aware that pumping his own cock drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand.

Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver erratically as he ran his tongue along the sensitive clit.

With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, shaking violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.

“Good… so good…” you cried out too lost in your own pleasure as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.

Not long after, he felt your legs begin spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch as he brought his nose to tease your swollen bud, tongue still lodged between your soaked folds.

And that was precisely what pushed him over the edge.

The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely and Aemond reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls.

No words in High Valyrian or any other tongue could do justice to the intense pleasure that took over him.

A few strands of hot liquid ran down his fingers, but he paid no mind to the mess. His own heart pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a guttural growl ripped through his throat through gritted teeth.

You slid off to the side, allowing his deep groans to echo around the bedchamber.

Aemond’d endurance was something he took pride in, but a powerful release was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw and nose with a few drops running down his face.

“I still cannot stand you…” you struggled to say in between pants.

He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking his eye with your hazy ones. “Are you challenging me to bring you to your peak once more?”

“I am already late,” you protested, struggling to slide out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your strained leg muscles.

Aemond couldn’t help but to chuckle as you tried your best to keep your balance.

“I will carry you to Vhagar and fly you there,” he offered. “I doubt you’ll be able to walk regardless.”

It was in moments like these that Aemond was thankful to his fast reflexes as his hand prevented yet another pillow from reaching his face.

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[jacesbeloved]

this i actually agree with SO MUCH !! like i honestly believe that jace is the absolute GIVER and he would do anything that he can to give you the utmost pleasure during such times iktr 😩😩😩😩

I think Jace is very good in bed , he would care about youre pleasure and be such a kind and gentle lover .. just bc he is not such a bad boy like aegon ppl assume he is not good in bed ?? Like what ?? My man would eat pussy like a GOD

nsfw thoughts

Sísísí! ❤️ I feel like he would eat you out at any chance he has. And actually I can see him go dom if he is jealous. I insist, Jace is a jealous man and you can't change my mind. He is the most jealous! But yeah, he makes sure you always cum at least 3 times 💖🛐 you're so right ✨

#put some respect on jace’s name!! #experienced jace no. 1 defender

[jacesbeloved]

Hello. Can you write for yandere husbands Aegon 1 and Maegor? Please

hiii !! sorry but i’m not entirely familiar with them 😭 i don’t think i can write for them since i mainly focus on the main characs of hotd :(

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[jacesbeloved]

Your masterlist isn’t working

hiii !! im SOO sorry for that but i tried fixing it rn, can u check if it’s working alr? :’))

[jacesbeloved]

I love your blog! ❤️ are there any like yours that you might recommend?

Awww thanks, my darling 💖 and sure, here are some that I recommend and are my fav ✨ their work it's just 💖🔥 they have nsfw and sfw so i hope that's what you looking for

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