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valeskafics · 9 months
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"Your Lion" - Jaime Lannister x Rhaegar's Wife!Reader
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a/n: so in this, jaime is about 19, reader is 18, rhaegar is 22, so this is young kingsguard jaime 🤭 tagging @ruby-dragon @julessworldd and @angelwonie bc i know you hoes were hyped for this ❤️
Summary: You don't find happiness in King's Landing or your marriage, but you do find it in your sworn protector.
Word Count: 2,900
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, infidelity committed by reader, negligent husband rhaegar, fingering, p in v sex, semi public sex
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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Being the lady wife of the Prince of Dragonstone is an honor.
Bear him heirs and do your duty.
You’ll be queen one day, there’s nothing to complain about.
Your parents’ words ring in your ears as you stand beside Prince Rhaegar in the Great Sept of Baelor, tying your life to his. You say the words, thinking to yourself at least your husband is close to you in age, only four years older at two and twenty while you are eight and ten. He’s tall and handsome, you have to admit with his platinum locks and lavender eyes. He kisses you chastely on the lips when the septon instructs him to do so. There’s no passion in his kiss, but you think, and hope, that will come with time. You only met two days past, after all, you can’t expect him to already be in love with you.
When Rhaegar beds you that night for the first time, he is gentle, checking on you to make sure he isn’t causing you too much pain, slowing any time you wince, but you find little enjoyment in it, rather you simply lie there as you do your duty and allow him to do his. He doesn’t remain in your marriage bed after the deed is done, instead returning to his own quarters, stating he wishes to allow you to rest and recuperate from the day’s events. 
You want to scream at him that you don’t want to rest. You want to be held by your husband. You spend your first night as a married woman alone in your bed, clutching your pillow, thankful for the small mercy that though your husband may not have been passionate or loving, he was at least gentle and not a brute like you’ve heard of so many men.
Every so often, he comes to your chambers and the two of you lay together, but beyond that, you take to amusing yourself, roaming the Red Keep with your ladies in waiting, finding comfort in their company. You play with Rhaegar’s little brother, Viserys, finding the little boy to be an utter delight, always with a smile and a joke. Queen Rhaella is with child again, early in her pregnancy, and Viserys proudly declares to you that he’ll likely be betrothed to his unborn sister, Daenerys, as she is to be named.
You ask why he is so certain she is to be a sister, perhaps she will be a brother, but Viserys shakes his head emphatically and tells you “not to wake the dragon”, making the most adorable roaring sound you’ve ever heard in your life before running off.
Your married life goes on like this for a few months. Rhaegar keeps to his books, remaining distant but polite with you, while you occupy yourself with your friends and your good family. It isn’t an exciting life by any means, but it is tolerable, you think. Perhaps, one day, you might even feel content in your situation.
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All of that gets turned on its head when none other than the dashing Ser Jaime Lannister is assigned as your sworn protector. After an assassination attempt on King Aerys II gone awry (at least, according to the Mad King himself), security is doubled and a protector is assigned to each member of the royal family, two to the queen to account for her delicate condition. The first time you meet Jaime, you’re taken aback by just how very handsome he is. He gets down on bended knee, holding his sword up to you, gazing at you with those piercing emerald eyes.
“My sword is yours, my princess, my life is yours,” he declares boldly, though you can see the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he eyes you up and down.
His gaze is nothing like Rhaegar’s. On rare occasions, your husband will tell you that you look “lovely” and ask if that is a new dress you’re wearing. Though, despite your best efforts at inciting some form of passion in the man, he remains ever the gentle recluse.
The complete opposite to your sworn protector.
Those green eyes follow you everywhere you go in the Keep, as they are supposed to. Jaime is your constant companion, your ladies in waiting tittering and swooning every time he comes to escort you somewhere or the other. And soon, with your similar personalities, you form a strange sort of friendship with the man.
Perhaps friendship is an understatement.
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“Good morrow, Ser Jaime,” you call out to him, the playful lilt ever present in your tone, enchanting him as you always do.
Jaime is leaning against a wall, his golden hair hanging loose around his face as he returns your smile, arms folded across his broad chest, “Good morrow, Princess.”
You step closer to him, gazing up into his eyes, “Will you be escorting me into town today?”
Jaime nods, “I am at your beck and call, sweet princess. What need have you of me today?”
“I wanted to buy some silks,” you declare, pushing your hair behind your shoulders, “I truly cannot stand the clothes these Crownlanders wear. I wish to allow my skin to breathe.”
Jaime smirks, leaning in slightly as his eyes narrow, “I agree entirely, sweet princess. Those silks you wear really do cling to your figure so very nicely,” he winks.
“Oh, do they?” you feign innocence, gesturing to the lovely yellow silk dress you wear today, that bears your arms and part of your chest, giving the knight a generous view of your cleavage, one that he drinks in almost greedily, “My good father says that they’re utterly indecent.”
Jaime chuckles at your comment, “He might be right, Princess. In the right light, one could almost see through it… That is, if you wear anything underneath,” he trails off suggestively, a mirthful look in his eyes.
You smile coyly at him, “What need do I have of wearing anything underneath?” you saunter past him, calling back over your shoulder, “I need to speak to the queen, but I trust you’ll have the horses saddled and ready to go upon my return, Ser Jaime?”
Jaime grins as you sashay past him, watching the elegant sway of your hips as you move, “As you wish, my princess. I am but your humble servant.”
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Jaime waits by the stables with your mare and his stallion, leaning against one of the walls. He runs a hand through his hair, grinning to himself at the idea of spending the day in town with you. He originally swore himself to Aerys’s kingsguard to revolt against his father, but in his rebellion, he found something so much better. He found you. You’re beautiful, in a way so very different from his sister. Where she is cunning and scheming, you’re quick-witted and playful. Where she is acrid and harsh, you’re sweet and your voice sounds like honey in his ears. He hears your familiar footsteps, but frowns when he also hears your husband’s voice along with them. He listens on as you and Rhaegar speak to each other, jealousy sitting like a pit in his stomach.
“You shouldn’t be going into town alone-”
Your voice is sharp when you cut your husband off, Jaime notes, sharper than usual, and he wonders the reason for it, “I’m not alone, husband. Ser Jaime will be riding with me. Now, why don’t you go back to whatever book you were reading since you find so much more joy in that than you do in even trying to entertain your wife in the most basic of conversations?”
Jaime sighs to himself, shaking his head. He knows you do not fault Rhaegar for being bookish, that was a comment said in the heat of the moment out of frustration. Rather, you fault Rhaegar for being neglectful, for not making any real effort in getting to know you. Not like Jaime has. Jaime doesn’t give a damn if Rhaegar is a prince - he is a fool, and a woman as beautiful and perfect as you deserves more than a husband who can’t appreciate her. You deserve a man like Jaime, who will treat you like the queen that you are.
You approach Jaime, smiling, “Are the horses ready? I wish to take my leave.”
Jaime nods, helping you onto your horse, his hands lingering on your hips a moment longer than necessary, a fact that doesn’t escape your notice. You feel him squeeze slightly and you smile to yourself, reveling in his touch.
“All is ready, my princess,” he states, “I will stay close at your side. The streets of King’s Landing can be dangerous for an unaccompanied lady,” he grins at you as he mounts his own horse, “Especially such a beautiful and charming woman as yourself.”
As the two of you begin riding, you roll your eyes at him playfully, “You underestimate me, my dear knight,” the term of endearment sends a thrill of excitement through him as you meet his gaze, “I’m quite capable of defending myself should the need arise.”
Jaime smirks slightly, adjusting his sword almost as if to show off and impress you, “Oh, I’m sure you are, my sweet princess. But it wouldn’t do to put that to the test, would it? Better that I come along in case anything happens so that I may protect my future queen and defend her honor.”
“Perhaps it is I who will defend your honor from the hordes of ladies in the streets who flock to you,” you tease, goading your horse on, feeling freer and freer the farther you get from the Red Keep.
Jaime snickers at your remark, “Perhaps. Although I suspect I will be more than capable of fending off any ladies who might be overcome with lust at the sight of me,” he winks, admiring your figure as you ride, the way you look in your silk gown cutting quite the pretty picture as it clings to you like a second skin.
“You underestimate the strength of a woman who wants a man, my dear knight,” you counter.
Jaime throws his head back and laughs, the sight of which makes you feel as though there are butterflies in your stomach. His beautiful green eyes, his golden hair shining in the sun, his smile…
“Well, I suppose there is only one way to find out,” he grins, “You are more than welcome to try and claim me if you wish.”
You giggle at the open invitation, “I’m not sure my husband would like that very much.”
“Who cares what that bookworm thinks?” Jaime scoffs, and you barely manage to hold back your laughter, though the topic turns serious after a moment, “Your husband clearly doesn’t appreciate you. You deserve someone who will treat you like the queen you truly are. Someone who will spoil and pamper you,” his voice lowers slightly as he adds, “Someone like me.”
You smile at him wryly, “You Lannisters are quite cocky, aren’t you?”
Jaime laughs at your comment, “Yes, but don’t pretend you don’t like it. I can see that little smile that plays on those sweet lips when I’m like this. You like my boldness. It excites you.”
The two of you come to a stop in front of the shops, Jaime dismounting first and then moving to help you, holding you by the waist once again, the two of you standing far too close for it to be considered proper as you respond, “Perhaps I like meek bookworms like my husband.”
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After some time, you return with your shopping, a servant from the Keep stating that they will take the silks to the royal tailor to have them made into dresses as per your specifications. You open your coin purse and hand the servant one golden dragon, which they try to refuse, but you insist, walking over to Jaime.
“I’d like to go to the beach by Blackwater Bay. It’s a lovely day and I don’t feel like returning quite yet.”
Jaime nods, “Shall we take the horses?”
“No,” you shake your head, “I should like to walk.”
“Very well, sweet princess.”
You take Jaime’s arm and he leads you toward the beach, the two of you discussing all manner of things as you go, whether it be the most recent tourney that took place, your favorite sort of dances at balls, and so many other things. Jaime asks you about your family, your childhood, and you ask him about his, and by the time you reach the Bay, it feels as though you know him and he knows you better than your husband ever will.
When you get to a deserted stretch of beach, Jaime is taken aback when you immediately begin stripping off your clothes, moving toward the water. His jaw drops as inch by inch of your beautiful, bare body is revealed to him.
“What?” you shrug, glancing back over your shoulder as you wade into the water, “I want to swim.”
Jaime immediately begins stripping off his own clothes, all too eager to follow you into the water. You take him by the hand, wading until you’re chest deep. Jaime’s eyes sparkle in the afternoon glow and they look even greener somehow as he leans in closer and closer to you. Your hands move up to thread in his golden locks and your lips meet for a soft, sensual kiss, so different from anything you’ve ever shared with Rhaegar. Jaime’s mouth moves against yours like it’s what he was meant to do, and it absolutely thrills you when he moves his hands to your ass, squeezing your supple flesh in his hands, causing you to gasp against his lips. He eases his tongue inside your mouth, allowing it to dance against yours.
The two of you stay like that in the water for some time, just kissing, holding each other, before you splash him playfully. Jaime’s jaw drops at the sudden assault and he begins splashing you as well. The two of you are giggly, soaking wet messes by the time you return to the shore, laying yourselves out on the sand to dry under the sun’s light. Jaime leans over you, resting a hand on your cheek as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“I was wrong,” he murmurs, gazing down at you, moving to kiss your neck, nibbling softly at your skin, reveling in the soft moan you let out, “You’re more than a queen. You are a goddess. And I intend to worship you the way you deserve.”
You let out a mewl as you feel his fingers teasing your wet core, never fully pushing inside, just stroking your sensitive folds. His mouth moves to one of your nipples, suckling at it, grinning as it pebbles beneath his tongue before moving onto the other. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging at it slightly as he pushes two long, thick fingers inside you, curving them in a come hither motion as he begins pumping them in and out of you. You let out a particularly loud moan of his name as he brushes against a spot deep inside of you that sends you reeling, moving your hand to cover your mouth with surprise.
Jaime’s free hand comes up to clasp that hand in his own, “Don’t hide yourself from me,” he pleads, his voice a soft murmur, “Let me hear you. Let me hear what I do to you, my goddess.”
Jaime brings you to your peak not once, but twice against his fingers, a pleasure like you’ve never known before overtaking you, making you feel as if every nerve ending in your body is on fire, white hot heat licking at your belly. You watch as he tugs at his cock, admiring it, drawing your lower lip in between your teeth as you marvel at the knight’s lithe, bare form.
He’s larger than Rhaegar and for a moment, you wonder if that means it will pain you as it did on your wedding night. But it doesn’t. When Jaime sheathes himself inside you, all you feel is pleasure, an overwhelming sense of fullness as he begins bucking his hips against yours, your legs moving to wrap around him as well as your arms. His emerald eyes gaze into yours, his breath leaving his mouth in small pants as he mumbles how beautiful you look, how you deserve to be treated like a queen.
You feel your peak approaching again, throwing your head back against the sand beneath you when Jaime moves to circle your pearl with his dexterous fingers, sending you careening over the edge, squeezing around him so tightly that it triggers his own release. The two of you lay like that for some time, wrapped up in each other’s arms.
“Do you love me, Jaime?” you whisper, resting a hand against his chest.
He nods earnestly, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing each one of your fingertips and murmuring, “I do, my sweet princess. More than I’ve ever loved another in all my life.”
As the two of you dress once again, you smile to yourself, thinking that perhaps now, life in the capital may be somewhat more bearable. Now that you have a man whom you truly love in your life.
Your protector, your lion.
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ransprang · 4 months
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Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader Hcs
Fueling my Nikolaj and GOT brainrot~ enjoy
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NSFW and SFW -
1. Man protects you like a dawg. He will not have anyone touch you or get too close without drawing his sword the second they take a step closer (Not even your parents).
2. Jaime loves having sex the second you both are alone, he just can’t help it. A quickie in the meeting room, in his chamber, after shower. He loves it when he stands tall and you’re on your knees sucking him off as a to thank him for protecting you.
3. Jaime loves carrying you over his shoulder. He’s strong, and you’re his. In the palace he will subtly tease you by carrying you over his shoulder to your room.
4. Jaime loves restraining you, he will tackle you down, pinning your hands above your head. He likes to be in charge, and fuck you to relieve his stress from the long day of managing Cersei.
5. Jaime would like to have children with you, and possibly favour them over Joffrey. As they are his to claim to the public, and he can love them freely also protect and raise them.
6. Jaime likes being just a boy around you. No pressures to fight or decisions. He likes teasing, making jokes and possibly be obsessed with building blocks which makes you look at him sometimes think, how at the core hes just. a. guy.
7. When you watch him fight or be an exceptional swordsman you want him to fight you similarly but in the bedroom, without his clothes on and definitely with a different sword of his. You could testify Jaime was skilled with his other not so miniature sword as well.
8. Cersei would love bullying you, in order to push you away from her beloved brother. Jaime wouldnt never rage at her, but would protect you from all her evil schemes and will never let anyone or anything harm you. They will have to face him before you.
9. Jaime takes off his metal hand and stares at where his wrist used to be sometimes, but he will only show such level of sadness and vulnerability in front of you.
10. Jaime loves pounding you with your legs over his shoulders, he loves to watch your breasts bounce bringing him closer to the edge faster.
Your twin,
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starryfox0 · 4 months
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my roman empire are jamie lannister and brienne of tarth. these two istg i loved them so much, so so much, why did they take them from me
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ohhaveyouseenme · 3 months
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this is the face of a gigantic fucking simp
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ladybug023 · 1 year
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I love the Lannisters because unlike the Targaryens or Starks they’re completely human. They don’t have Dire Wolves or Dragons to protect them. They throw money at their problems and hope it works.
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madame-helen · 6 months
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muozu · 5 months
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still think about this s2 scene a lot<3
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axelsagewrites · 5 months
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Jamie Lannister*Extra Credit
Pairing: proffesor!Jamie x f!student!reader
Kinktober Day thirty: teacher student au with Jamie Lannister – he knew it was wrong to ask you to stay after class but after one too many short, short skirts he could no longer keep his thoughts at bay
Word count: 3014
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There was not a student who didn’t groan when they realised, they were stuck with Professor Lannister. The only saving grace was hot fit he was, well that’s what he heard the students whisper about him while they waited for him to begin the lecture. He was strict, he knew that, but he thought fair. After all, if you just did the work what is the issue? Even if he pilled the work sky high.
He’d been teaching here for five years now with no issues. Not a single problem. That was till your flashy legs waltzed into his class with a short, pleated skirt and iced coffee in hand three minutes late. “Sorry professor,” you said, squeezing past him as he went to lock the door like he did at four minutes past every lesson. He had no time for late commers.
The students who saw his eyes follow you assumed it was a glare of contempt and feared for your next mark, but Jamie was trying desperately not to let his eyes wander down before turning his attention back to the door.
“Welcome to Military History 101 I am Jamie Lannister, your professor, and I accept nothing but greatness so if you came here for an easy pass,” he said, letting his eyes wander around the room, basking in the scent of nervous freshman sweat, “you are in for an uphill battle,” he said, his eyes landing on you. “And don’t even think of trying to make up for mediocrity with extra credit since I don’t do it,” he added making half the freshman groan.
You however seemed unfazed. You were scrawling in a notebook, pink pen with fluffy top in perfectly manicured hand, and a smirk tugging on your lip at the last line. Jamie felt himself swallow hard as he realised it was not just his students who’d be fighting uphill this year.
Every lesson you did not fail to disappoint. You came in exactly 3 minutes past with a coffee cup in hand just before he would lock the door. he wondered if it was deliberately spiteful or if you just enjoyed squeezing past him. Only once did you ever show up in sweats and the way the juicy letters hung over your ass had just as much of an affect on him as your favourite short skirts.
Usually, you left as the bell rang however as all the tired zombie freshman shuffled out, he noticed you lingering back with a friend before waving them off and walking up to him. “Sir?” you asked, not noticing the shockwave the word sent through your professor. “I was needing some help on something,”
Jamie however was thinking of the ways you could help his growing trouser problem he discussed by pulling his chair closer to his desk, “What seems to be the matter?”
“It’s the assignment due Monday. I was wondering if I could submit it Friday instead?” you asked, no reasoning, no added context. Just asking with a pretty smile.
Usually, Jamie would scoff or roll his eyes but for a moment, perhaps just to be able to see your face up close a few moments longer, he entertained it, “May I ask why? Do you plan on nursing a hangover this weekend?” he asked, raising an eyebrow but you only chuckled at his words.
“No professor. It’s basically done I just know I can make it perfect with an extra couple days. After all you said you expected nothing but greatness,” the smirk on your lips should’ve been your cocky nail in the coffin but Jamie couldn’t tell if he respected your thought process or just wanted to feel what those lips could do.
He chuckled lightly, leaning back in his chair, “Do you think the Targaryen’s got an extension when they decided to conquer Dorne?”
“No,” you said, tilting your head to the side, “but I thought setting the classroom alight would send the wrong message,”
Another chuckle left him. Gods he was mentally hitting himself for that. At least no one else was here to watch him grow soft because of a random college girl. He paused, allowing his eyes to scan your face before snapping himself from his daze, “Fine. But you better deliver on your word,”
“I always do,” you grinned, “Thank you sir, I’ll see you later,” you said before turning to leave. Jamie allowed himself to watch how your hips swayed out the door however as soon as it closed his head fell back and he groaned loudly as he contemplated whether the things, he imagined doing to you were morally wrong. After all you were his student.
Sure, as fate he got your essay in on Friday and decided to mark it as soon as the class had ended. He sat back in his chair shocked at the 99% he wrote in red ink on top of the paper. When Monday came the freshman nerves raced through the room as the waited for their papers to be handed out. Jamie usually delighted in telling them he’d hand them out as they were leaving but today, he was bored and hungover from a long weekend with his brother who had tried to find him girls to get his mind off of you.
However, as he was calling out names and handing them their papers as they scurried out the door Jamie found himself moving your paper to the side. “Robb Stark,” Jamie called the second last name and the Stark boy all but flung himself out his chair to grab his paper, sighing of relief when he saw the 89% on the corner.
“Its okay if you didn’t get round to mine,” You said, standing from your chair as Robb left the room.
Today it was a short red, black plaid skirt that clung to your hips that swayed as you walked down the stairs of the lecture hall to his desk. The black high neck top should have in theory been modest, but it made your chest pop in a way he wondered if was intentional. “I did,” he said, letting his eyes scan your body for a moment, as discreetly as a desperate man could. “I must say you live up to your word,” he said as he held out the paper.
He saw a real smile, though small, cross your lips at the red pen. “Thank you, sir,”
“Don’t thank me, you did the work,” he said, moving to sit on the corner of his desk, “Though next time I expect it to be in on time,”
“Of course, sir,” you said, moving to tuck the paper into your backpack which gave him another chance to look at the curves of your hips. however, your light laugh snapped him out of his dirty thoughts as he realised, he had been caught. Before he could stutter anything out you spoke again, “Do you have a girlfriend sir?” you asked, eyelashes batting.
Jamie stammered for a moment before laughing, trying to cover himself but failing miserably, “No I don’t um why do you ask?” he eventually managed out.
You shrugged, shoving your backpack over your shoulder, “Just wondering is all,” you smiled before turning to leave. Like second nature his eyes moved to your ass however just as you turned back to say, “Bye sir,” with a smirk before shutting the door behind yourself. He was officially fucked.
A few weeks had past, and Jamie wondered if everyone in the room could feel the tension or if it was just him. He was sat in his office grading papers for his post grad class when a knock came from the door. “Come in,” he called, not looking up from his papers.
“Sir?” his head snapped up at the sound of your voice, “I was wondering if you could help me with something,” you said, holding an open notebook in your hand. Jamie nodded but you had already came in, moving to stand beside him behind his desk. Even when not in class you were still in one of those schoolgirl skirts and Jamie wondered how many you could possibly own.
“I was wondering if this argument seems right,” you said, placing the notebook on his desk. Jamie leaned forward, his eyes attempting to scan the page, but he could feel the way you leaned in, watching his movements. However, he didn’t see the way your eyes scanned his body and the way his perfectly tailored trousers showed his bulge or how sexy his arms looked with the sleeves messily pushed up.
Jamie did his best to talk his way through the argument, explaining in monotonous details where you had gone right and wrong all while feeling your hot breath tickle his skin. “Does that help?” he asked, looking up at you before realising how close your lips were.
They curved into a smile as you leaned in only to grab your notebook and stand up. He knew you were teasing him, he just knew, but how was a man supposed to cope with this? “Yeah, it does. Thank you, sir,”
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asked, leaning back in his chair as he looked up at you.
Your eyes fell from a moment, your tongue briefly wetting your lips, “I don’t know sir. Is there?” you asked, looking up again through heavy lashes.
Jamie felt something snap in himself. he moved before he thought and soon his hand was on the back of your neck and his lips were slammed against yours. the kiss had caught you off guard, but it didn’t take long for you to catch up, your hands moving to pull at his hair making Jamie groan into the kiss.
He moved the chair back, not breaking the kiss, as you moved to climb into his lap. His hands moved to squeeze your ass, moaning against your lips as his tongue slipped in not that you would have stopped him. Your hips moved, grinding yourself down onto his hard bulge making his fingers dig in deeper.
Jamie broke the kiss. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked, his voice ragged as his hot breath fanned across your face making your skin tingle.
“Do you not want to?” you asked, your lips moving to kiss along his sharp jaw.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands slipping up to the small of your back, pressing your body against his, “You know you won’t get extra credit for this?” he asked.
You giggled against his skin, lifting your head to face him as your hands slid to his shoulders, “I don’t need the extra credit. Just you,” you added, your eyes flickering down to his shirt, your hands slowly moving the unbutton the top button.
Jamie watched you silently as you undid 3 of his buttons before suddenly standing, his arms hooked around your thighs. You gasped as you felt your butt hit the desk and Jamies bulge press against your clothed core. His lips crashed down onto yours, his hands sliding beneath your skirt to finally feel your hips properly.
Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer making him grind against you, his bulge rubbing against your clit. Your fingers scrambled to undo his buttons, quickly making there way down till they were all undone and you were able to run your hands along his toned abs.
His hand squeezed your thigh before slipping between your legs, rubbing your clit over your panties making you moan lightly into the kiss. This only made him want this more as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, running a digit up your slit, “So wet for me,” he mumbled against your lips, “Such a good girl,” he praised sending a spark through your core.
Before you could try come up with a sassy comment or teasing remark you gasped as he pushed two fingers in slowly, stretching you out perfectly. His lips moved to your neck, kissing down all the exposed skin he could as his fingers began to curl perfectly as his thumb moved to rub slow circles onto your clit.
You felt your hips begin to buck, his free hand moving to hold them down against the desk as you felt a growing knot in your stomach. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching but you didn’t wait so long for a bit of fingering. Your hand moved to grab his wrist, feeling just how strong he was as you did. He lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, “I need you. please sir,” you whined, your voice strained as you felt yourself clench around his fingers.
Jamie muttered curses under his breath and if you didn’t see him unbuckling his belt you’d wonder if you had taken it too far. Suddenly a look of defeat dawned on his face, “Fuck I don’t have a- “
“I’m on the pill just please,” you practically begged, grabbing his bicep and squeezing it lightly, “please just fuck me already,” you’d barely got the words out before he had his cock in his hand.
It looked painfully hard, but you didn’t look long as you felt his lips against yours again and felt him line himself up, rubbing his tip over your clit making you whimper against his lips. He knew what he was doing, you realised, but so did you. perhaps the way he slowly pushed his tip in then out again was pay back for all the short skirts you’d deliberately worn just for him.
“Please,” you whined against his lips.
You felt them curl into a smirk, “I like when you beg,” he mumbled, pressing his tip in again. “Been imagining this all semester. Bending you over a table right in the middle of class,” he said, finally pushing in deeper making you whimper, “Bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes sir,” you moaned as you tighten your legs around his waist, trying to pull him in deeper.
“Fucking love when you call me that,” he said, his eyes closing tight as your cunt squeezed around him, still not fully in, “and these skirts of yours. tiny fucking skirts. For a good girl you really are such a tease, aren’t you?” he said, finally pushing all the way in before giving you a second to adjust. He waited a moment before adding, “I asked you a question,”
“Yes sir,” you said, your voice shaky as he got his revenge on all your teasing.
Jamie smirked again, that annoying cocky smirk you loved so much, “Good girl,” he said before suddenly beginning his thrusts. His hips snapped at a perfect pace, deliberately hard so he could watch your tits bounce under your shirt.
Deciding he’d looked at them over the fabric too long he reached out, pulling the t-shirt up above your tits to reveal a pretty red bra you’d chosen for the occasion. It only made his pace grow harder.
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans down but it became hard as you felt his hand move so he could rub quick circles into your already sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel orgasm rapidly approaching as your legs wrapped tight around his waist, making his thrusts even deeper.
The groans and grunts coming from his lips only worked to spear you on as Jamie felt his eyes tighten as he desperately tried not to cum in two seconds. His hands moved from your hips to your tits, groping them over your bra and seriously wishing he had done this sooner. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off for as he felt your walls tighten around him.
“Fuck I can’t I’m gonna,” you panted, your moans hard to contain. His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you forward so your head landed in the crook of his shoulder. The new position allowing him to hit a new spot that had you muffling moans into his skin. You felt the knot in your stomach explode as your teeth sunk into his skin as your orgasm crashed down around you.
Jamie however was not far behind, and his thrusts became more sporadic as he chased his high. As you came down from your own you could feel his muscles tighten. You placed a kiss to the skin you had bitten just as you heard Jamie gasp out curse words before feeling him finish.
His head crashed into the crook of your shoulder as he caught his breath. “That was- just fuck, wow,” he panted, his voice hoarse as he lifted his head to look at you.
“Yeah,” you smiled, a dopey fucked out your mind smile that just made Jamie wish he could do this over and over again.
Suddenly Jamie remembered where he was though with a panicked, “Fuck,” as he quickly opened his desk drawer and grabbed some tissues to help clean you up.
As you jumped off his desk, readjusting your skirt and pulling your top back down, he quickly worked on the buttons of his shirts. You glanced at his desk, noticing the crumbled paper you had accidentally ended up on, “Sorry about that,” you grimaced but Jamie just laughed.
“Don’t worry about it. that kids a cunt anyway,” he said making you laugh as well.
You picked up the notebook you had used as an excuse to enter his office in the first place and headed for the door, “Thanks for the help, sir,”
“Anytime love,” Jamie said, settling back into his chair like nothing had happened. Part of you wondered later on that night if it had really happened or if it had just been one amazing sexed out fever dream. That was until you got the email saying extra credit had been applied to your course. you couldn’t help but laugh as you settled in for the night, wondering what else you’d pretend to struggle with to end up in that office.
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best-book-siblings · 5 months
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Round 1, side A
Propaganda under the cut
Snicket siblings propaganda:
No propaganda submitted
Lannister siblings propaganda:
theyre toxic. theyre crazy. theyre doing some complicated gender shit. theyre the twins of all time. whats not to love
I remember that one twins poll and want to poke the bear again lol
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giallo4ver · 2 years
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Me right now.
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starkleila · 8 months
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Headcanons of you and jaime lannister relationship during GOT season 1
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Summary: yours and jaime life during season 1 got (pre-GOT, Targaryen!reader no description, female)
Warning: got classic theme: 
Notes:
@bellarkeselection jaime lannister story sparked something in me. (go check it out because is an amazing series) and I’m finally read to write and post my OC head canons that have been daydreamed since 2014 lol but were always too hurtful to put down do to GOT ending.  i make one post for every season and they will divert from jaime canon storyline. it’s crazy thinking about that this probably was one of the first reader insert i fantasied about
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work
Comments and kudos are highly appreciated :)
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pre-got head canons of you and jaime relationship
- with lord arryn’s death you are called back to king’s landing as there is rumors your two younger half-siblings viserys and daenerys survived so Robert wants to keep you near to control you. where you are asked to remain until tywin lives as you and jaime are not yet lord and lady of the rock. You don’t want to go as fear for yours and your children life but you don’t have much choice
-in this cersei’s children are Baratheon.
 -when all the court goes north you all go too. In the north you feel safer being the stark noble people. You suggest to jaime that maybe you two should propose a betrothal between one of your childen and a stark child but he says that Tywin would never allow it.
-you despise every moment in cersei’s presence. with jaime and tyrion your children are never left unguarded, still an attempt to their life is made resulting instead of brann stark being harmed and left paralyzed
 -‘we have to leave. Go to Pentos I don’t know’ you tell jaime. ‘and what? Renounce to our titles and leave the children without an inheritance?’ jaime asks you. ‘better poor than dead jaime’ . ‘I will not let anything happen to them, I will ask father to put cersei back in her place’ he tries to reassure you but you don’t believe it
 -you are cordial with the starks even if cathyln doesn’t trust you or jaime. Arya is particularly taken by you and you praise her sword skills. Instead you see sansa a bit of a second cersei but you pity her that she will have to marry jeoffry.
-still cathyn congratulates you on how well behaved and noble your children are. Something cersei resents as her children are not.
-robb and john seem to take a like in daemon and form a friendship. The same happens between Joanna and sansa and arya and jacerys with brann and reckon
 -eddard and jaime are not friendly towards each others. With Eddard never understanding how you could love jaime. You try to dissipate their tension
-jaime is the commander of the city watch while you are not allowed any formal position although you in the years helped varys create the net of spies to defend your family and thus make politics behind the scenes. Also you keep diplomatic and friendly relations with all the noble houses who were sworn to the targaryens. In case one day you will need them
 -you know that cersei killed Robert and fear for your family even more now that she will be queen regent
-you are shocked and feel betrayed that tyrion was taken hostage. You confront Eddard but jaime overtaken by emotions challenges him to a duel you try stop them until the fight degenerate and you have to step in the middle. Holding two swords as oberyn had teached you the dorne way you stop them both.
 -still tyrion’s kidnapping brings to war between Lannister and stark. Jaime can’t defy his father orders and has to go. You want to join him but you don’t want either to bring the children to a battlefield and neither to leave them alone in kingslanding so you must remain and use your diplomatic skills to make the war end from there. Jaime leaves a teary you and your children with a kiss while daemon asks to join him in battle but jaime refuses ‘you are a good fighter my son but war should not be a place for you or your siblings. You stay here with your mother and protect her okay?’ he tells them thinking this way to make them fell better. ‘promise me to be careful’ you tell him as you hug him ‘I swear my golden dragon and a Lannister always pays their debts’. He give you a last kiss of goodbye before leaving
-you refuse to use your dragons in battle something that tywin is mad at
-at the Lannister camp tywin confronts jaime on having let ned leave and says that you had made him weaker. Jaime hates this stupid war he just wants his brother back and to be with you and his family.
 -jaime looses the battle. He knew that with you it would have not happened as you are a good battle  master mind. He is taken hostage and the starks want to use him as bait to release sansa and arya. Cathelin go sees him and he mocks her and she does in return ‘I never understood and never will how a honorable woman like y/n Targaryen can love a monster like you. You corrupted her’, that hurts jaime as he knows he doesn’t deserve you but he keeps a mocking smile ‘I would show you how I corrupted her but you see I’m a loyal husband’. Cathlyn hists him with a rock
-the only thing keeping jaime alive in the months of prison is the tought of your laugh or the memory of his children.
 -meanwhile in essos Jorah tells daenerys that you would be an allie as you are almost a prisoner of the Lannister and Baratheon. She does not believe him asking why you never came for her and Viserys and if he thinks you want the throne. Jorah replies that you are very honorable and only concern is to defend your children. And that you two would probably go along as you two shared the fire of the dragons
pre-got head canons of you and jaime relationship
Headcanons of you and Jaime throughout season 2
jaime’s masterlist (in other characters masterlist)
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Headcanons for Jaime Lannister x Little Sister!Reader x Cersei Lannister
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TW: nsfw material lol, incest, SEXXXXXX, afab reader, she/her pronouns
GoT Taglist (bold means I could not tag): @poppyreader @ietss @ad-astra-again @hedahobbit98 @its-halleys-comet @not-a-glad-gladiator @bitchyglitterfox @disco--fairy @hwaillight @avaleineandafryingpan @foxyanon @rottingviserys @nyaaaaa008 @cumslutforaemond @watercolorskyy
-as jaime and cersei’s beloved little sister, you lead quite a charmed life; you are your father’s favored child as well as your mother’s until her untimely death, and then you are tyrion’s favorite sibling, the only one to openly show him any form of familial love since jaime does not do so in front of cersei or your father
-cersei treats you as her little doll growing up, she loves dressing you and helping you do your hair, she insists on you sleeping in the same bed as her, the two of you whispering secrets to each other deep into the night
-as jaime’s precious little sister, he is constantly trying to impress you with his self appointed role as your protector, he thrives off of your praise and acknowledgment
-being only two years younger than the twins, the three of you are exceedingly close, always spending time together, going on little adventures
-jaime and cersei begin their more intimate interactions long before they ever even consider involving you in them
-in their minds, you’re their pure, chaste, beloved little sister, how could they ever plan on doing anything so depraved, so wrong, with you?
-then, when you turn eighteen, your lord father starts pushing for your marriage to lord eddard, wanting to secure an alliance with the great northern family
-now this is something jaime and cersei will not let happen
-how dare their father try to send their precious little lioness so far from home to wither in that frigid wasteland?
-cersei is the first to make her move, when the two of you are in the bed you still share
-she kisses you for the first time that night, insisting that she’s merely teaching you how to please your future husband, that this is all normal for a big sister to teach you
-it’s when jaime walks in on cersei with her head between your legs, your head thrown back in ecstasy, that he realizes he wants, no, he needs to be part of this
-he pulls cersei off of you, kissing her, tasting you on her lips, savoring the feeling
-then, the two of them turn on you, matching wicked grins on their faces
-the first time, they make you watch them as they fuck, wanting to see your expressions, your reactions to them; judging by your flushed cheeks and the thin sheen of sweat upon your brow, you liked it quite a bit
-then, cersei states that it’s time for you to truly learn how to please a man, so that you and lord stark may have a very happy and..: fruitful union
-she has you take Jaime’s cock in your mouth while her tongue works wonders on your cunt
-cersei loves the taste of you, she loves making you taste yourself on her tongue after she fucks you with it
-but when jaime finally manages to get his face between your legs, you nearly black out from how many orgasms he manages to pull from you, his tongue and fingers working your wet little cunt over and over as he spews depraved filth about fucking you and filling you with a lion cub rather than a wolf pup
-the three of you continue like this for some time until you are meant to leave for winterfell, alas Robert’s rebellion breaks out and your beloved sister, after robert wins the war, is married off to him
-with her and Jaime both in king’s landing while you remain at Casterly rock with your father, you are miserable
-then, hope emerges in the form of renly baratheon, a man whose interests lie elsewhere but remains in search of a wife
-needless to say, the night you are wed to renly, it is jaime who takes your maidenhead and not your lord husband
-you keep renly’s secrets and he keeps yours
-for example, does anyone need to know the reason the king’s brother’s wife screams from pleasure every night is at the hand of her own brother and sister?
-no, the two of you think not
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carcrash-white · 8 months
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Cersei shenanigans I'm manefesting for TWOW:
Genna Lannister regency.
Fucked up love affair with Tyene Sand.
Not taking The Aegon cause seriously at all.
Making Illyrio Master of Coin.
Minor diplomatic incident when she refers to Illyrio as Prince of Pentos, implying he's going to be sacrificed at the first sign of trouble.
Making the worse marriage offer ever (Euron) asked to leave Kings Landing
Being accused of killing Grand Maester Gormon (did this one).
Being accused of killing the High Sparrow (didn't actually do this one).
Thinking the mutiny against Jon Snow was her doing.
Major diplomatic incident when she congratulates the mutineers against Jon Snow.
The Faith using Lanncel at her trial by combat thinking she'd never let Robert Strong obliterate her cousin.
Getting Robert Strong to obliterate her cousin.
Choosing Nymeria Sand as hand to spite the Tyrells (female Dornish bastard) unaware this is the worst decision she made since blowing off the Iron Bank.
Pushing Margarey of a cliff.
Having Tommen see her push Margarey off a cliff.
Not taking Mycella being disfigured well at all.
Moon of 5 Kings Version 2
Sacrificing Illyrio at the first sign of danger.
Leaving to Casterly Rock to wait for this Aegon bussiness to all blow over :)
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redsandsshoes · 5 months
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I am loosing my mind only a little...
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