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The lack of Jacaerys Velaryon fics on this app is so upsetting

[lilytrgryn]

— LOVE, PARENTS, and truths ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“can u do one where the reader is married to jace and they are having their 2nd or 3rd child and Alicent disapproves as he is a bastard?”

pairing ; husband!jacaerys velaryon x pregnant!hightower!reader

notes ; i had the lovely idea of making this a family argument so this is a vent post with happy ending!! also he looks so happy and handsome here?? dunno if the word ‘auntie’ exists in got dialect but it does now!

“i want to go back to court.”

the statement draws the attention from prince jacaerys, his brows furrowing as he lifts his head to look at you. he opens his mouth surely to protest, but he closes it and straightens his back instead. his study’s across the painted table are abandoned, and instead, he crosses the room to be by your side.

your eldest boy, with hair as black as night and soft curls twisting the ends, he looks up at his father and babbles something incoherently. your hand immediately go to your sons’ hair, ruffling it gently.

“i thought you said that you never wanted to go back to court?” he asks.

you look down at the small loom in your hand, already beginning to fiddle with the spools of cloth that hung from it. you avoided his eye contact and focused on your stitching instead. you knew jacaerys had no like for your family; your cousins, ever the charmers, decidedly always sneered at jacaerys and lucerys and your aunt always seemed vexed at the presence of princess rhaenyra’s family. you never understood the rivalry that begun for the targaryen children of the late king viserys. you were lucky enough to be sired from alicent’s brother and thus out of range for their spewing hatred.

somehow, love had blossomed between you and jacaerys with your time at court. you had defended him whenever your cousins came around and oftentimes you embarrassed aegon and aemond as a result. jacaerys found warmth within you, the kind that made him feel safe and wanted; a warmth that burned within a castle and kept it warm despite the outside cold, and he liked it. he wanted to call you home one day, so thus began his attempted courtship.

with your father outside of court and entrusting you to his sister, queen alicent, she was oftentimes the spoke-person for your hand. you were grateful she didn’t marry you off to just anyone, but she gave jacaerys more trouble than she should have. when jacaerys had asked for your hand, she didn’t tell you that she had ushered him away and told him you were promised to another. that was a lie, of course. when he came to your room, begging an audience and the truth, you decidedly ran from court with him.

his mother, rhaenyra, wasn’t happy about how upset the court was going to be, but she allowed you and jacaerys to hide behind her wings.

that was almost four years ago.

“my aunt wants to see our children,” you say after a moment of thought. jacaerys’ eyes widen for a moment and he kneels down to play with his son as the silence settles between you. “she sent a letter not too long ago, pleading for me to return to court with them.”

he inhales deeply, “are you sure you want to do this?”

“no, but she is my family, jacaerys.” your hold tightens on the loom, enough to turn your knuckles white. your father had caught wind of the elopement between you and jacaerys. he came to dragonstone himself, wished you the best, and said no ill will. you were glad your father was more understanding. “i can’t keep my family away from her forever.”

jacaerys wants to remind you of the obscenities that he endured while he resided at the red keep when he was barely a teenager. he wanted to tell you how vile your cousins were and how unwanted he felt in the presence of your aunt’s side of the family. as he returned his gaze upon yours, the look of hope and bargaining was evident in them. he gnaws on the inside of his cheek, absentmindedly fiddling with his sons toy.

“i’ll make the preparations then.”

in two days by sea and carriage, you, jacaerys, your son and daughter, had arrived at the red keep of kings landing. your welcome was more than what you thought it would’ve been, a small procession of lords and lady’s sworn to house hightower had welcomed your arrival. though, their obliviousness to the prince jacaerys was awfully obvious. you had to introduce him yourself, which instilled a deep annoyance for the velaryon prince who, due to his station, was used to being formally greeted.

it was also hard to miss the fixed gaze queen alicent had on your children.

the welcome party had moved to inside the castle and soon, you and your children were in queen alicent’s private room. she was playing with your daughter and wearing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“your children are adorable,” your aunt says, setting your daughter down on the floor where she began to babble to her brother. “they are spitting images of,” she pauses, almost as if to swallow her pride and the bile in her throat, “your husband.”

your jaw becomes set as you relax your back against the cushion of the chair, “beautiful, aren’t they?”

alicent is hesitant to respond, but she nods her head and mutters a spiteful yes. there’s a silence that falls over both of you, one that you almost grow comfortable in. however, alicent mumbles something under her breath.

“hm?” you respond, your gaze moving from the spot where your children played to where the queen sat on the opposite side of the room. she has a grimace on her face, one that only softens once she locks eyes with you.

she shuffles to the edge of her couch, her hands gathered in her lap, “they’re bastards, dear (y/n).”

the sentence alone is enough to make your blood boil. you feel your body begin to flush with warmth and the tips of your ears grow hot. you bite your lip and attempt to stay unbothered. maybe you should’ve listened to jacaerys’ attempts to stay on dragonstone.

“why does my husbands parentage vex you so much?” you ask. alicent hesitates and avoids your gaze as if there was some unspoken and undying hatred that would’ve been revealed in her gaze. she frowns, playing with the skirt of her dress. “i asked you a question, auntie.”

alicent attempts to ease the tension by reaching for your hand across the small, glass coffee table, but you pull your hand away.

“he’s a bastard with no royal claim, you’ve condemned both you and your kids to a life of regret,” she pauses for a moment, but you don’t hear the next words that come out of her mouth. you assume it was some fretful sentence where she claims she’ll help you.

you shake your head and scoff audibly, “his mother is the princess rhaenyra. he came out of her womb and he bears royal blood through her.”

“but, my dear–” she attempts to reach out for you again, but you swat away her hand.

“but nothing, aunt alicent.” you spit towards her. your teeth gnash together and you’re sure you’re going to get a toothache later. you stand up, shaking your head in disbelief. “jacaerys advised me not to come here–he told me that this is what you would say.”

you laugh, tears welling in your eyes and threatening to spill over, “i thought you would have set this petty rivalry aside and be happy for me–happy for anyone else for once, but your selfish disdain for the feelings of everyone else makes me realize what you truly.”

the words that come out of your mouth are hurtful, yet alicent understands. your feet carry yourself to where your children sat and carefully and slowly, you pick up your daughter. you blink through tears that have blurred your vision and your brows furrow.

“goodbye, alicent.” her name spills like venom off your tongue. the once sentimental name now felt foreign and distasteful.

you reach down for your sons hand and usher him to his feet, practically pulling him as gently as you could to the door. the door is opened for you and you exit, making a beeline for your own assigned, personal quarters. the multiple stares you receive as a result of trampling through the corridors with a cloud of despair following did nothing to help the ache in your heart.

when you enter your quarters, jacaerys looks up with a smile on his face, but it quickly disappears when he notices the tears that have slipped down your face. he moves to you, sliding off the bed with ease and taking your daughter from you. he cups your face with his other hand before pulling you into a tight embrace.

“it’s alright, my sweet love. what happened?” his voice is warm and genuine, full of everlasting concern. you can feel his chest vibrate with the baritone and it does it’s best to soothe your discontent.

you steady your breathing before pulling away to look at your husband, “you were right.” his chest cavity once again moves with a tremor as he hums in acknowledgment. he knows what you’re alluding to; the topic of conversation he had warned you about. some part of you felt stupid for believing you could get around that.

you notice that his jaw has becomes set with prominence and his eyes were fueled by a fire you couldn’t name. you gently stroke his clothed bicep as if settling an animal.

“it doesn’t matter what they think,” he begins, though his voice is thinly laced with annoyance. all these years and they still bring up his bastard parentage. “what matters is me to you, and you to me.”

his sentence seems to be for more himself than you, but it works wonders to dull the hurt in your rib cage. you muster a fond smile at him, raising a hand to stroke his cheek and fiddle the small mullet at the back of his head. he leans into your touch, grasping your wrist gently with his own hand before placing the ghost of a kiss on its skin. the toddler in his other arm babbles quietly, reaching out to grab your hair.

you both laugh and you give her cheek a kiss.

“it’s just me and you.”

[lilytrgryn]

incoming jace thirst bcs he is so underrated: thinking about corrupting jace. he’s so sweet and unassuming, he leans in when you beckon him closer thinking you really have something innocuous to contribute, head craning thoughtfully so that his ear is near your mouth and then you say the dirtiest things to him just so you can see the flush carry from his neck to his face. you think he looks the prettiest with a blush and every time you lean in to tell him one of your secrets in public, he’s already blushing before you can even say anything.

Jace tries his best to be a gentleman, but with you around; the boy is struggling.

When you lean over to whisper the filthiest things in his ear, he's red-faced. Whenever someone asks what's wrong, Jace says it's nothing, all the while glaring at you. You return his glare with a sly smile. He's either standing behind something or sitting with his legs crossed to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

You would obviously look for other ways to corrupt him. Jace grins when he thought you had given him a 'history' book. But when he opens it, he's flustered to see that it was an erotic filled with various intimate drawings. Hugging him from behind while placing your chin on his shoulder, you ask him which position the two of you should try first.

Or perhaps when Jace gets a letter. Initially, he believed it to be a heartfelt letter, with the first few lines being about how much you missed him. He gulps, however, as he reads further; details of how you miss the feeling of his mouth and fingers, and most of all, the feeling of his cock.

Why am I thirsty all of a sudden

[lilytrgryn]

for the kingdom: part I

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 targaryen!reader

warnings/notes: eventual smut (none in this part), mild enemies/rivals to lovers, tension tension tension, arranged marriage, mentions of incest (helaena & aegon), mature themes, sort of toxic relationship i guess, more in the following parts

The day that you dreaded the most eventually dawned upon you.

The grand halls were now packed with people, lords and highborn families reveling in House Targaryen's opulence. Your family is seated beside each other at the table in front, facing the guests.

Your body desperately wants to be freed from the beautified torture device called your gown. The red and green accents signify the unification of the once divided houses.

The youngest daughter of Alicent Hightower betrothed to the eldest son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The loud drums sounded while the guests diverged, leaving a clear aisle as the grand door opened to the family of your betrothed. Rhaenyra and Daemon walked in front, while in the middle stood Jacaerys, with his siblings and distant family walking behind.

He had a welcoming look on his face, much like the looks on both of your families. His eyes never leave yours as he arrives at the front. You gracefully stood to your feet, walking over to the front of the table where Jacaerys had waited for you.

"My betrothed." He announces with pride, taking your hand and kissing it. The crowd was applauding and cheering at the sight. You two smiled at each other before turning to the crowd and proceeding back to your places, knowing full well that the smile meant anything besides happiness.

"Be welcome to your future king and queen consort, the heir, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, and the queen's youngest daughter, Princess Y/N Targaryen!"

Half an hour had passed and it had bored you significantly. Wanting nothing more than to ditch the feast and ride your dragon around Westeros and have fun. So far, you have only been concerned with putting on a pretty face for the crowd and eating your food while listening to the best wishes of your guests. There was not a word spoken to each other after the earlier event of Jace kissing your hand.

"There's nothing wrong with smiling, you know." Jacaerys whispers discreetly in your direction. You side-eye him. "And yet, there is everything wrong with this marriage."

Jace heaves a heavy sigh at your response. The two of you were betrothed out of duty. With Rhaenyra offering up his son to wed Alicent's daughter to certify the alliance between the two families and to keep the House Targaryen unified and as one, it was only in a matter of a few deliberations that Alicent agreed to the proposal.

The prince dutifully accepted his betrothal, not seeing much of it aside from it being his responsibility as the heir to the iron throne after his mother.

You, on the other hand, despised it. Growing up, you were surrounded by your family. Your mother's degrading words towards the other family, followed by your brothers' comments—Aemond, specifically— Rhaenyra's family didn't have a good image in your mind.

You were never the heir, nor were you in front of the line. You were the youngest in the family, and you expected to be their last choice.

But now here you were, every bit of freedom you once had now stripped away from you in a matter of agreements that you weren't informed of. No more sneaking out at midnight, controlling and playing with highborn children your age, irresponsible feuds with knights, drunken nights in the streets, no more fun.

Although you two appear to be happy with each other, that patience of yours is gradually fading.

Leaving your face resting on your palm as you watched blankly at the crowd, your betrothed handled the guests, wishing the both of you good wishes.

"I know you don't desire this, but remember who you are going to be." Alicent interjects, filling your cup with wine again. "You are going to be queen consort. You are, one day, going to rule the 7 kingdoms and that is not the attitude nor the face of a future queen to her subjects and husband."

You snort at your mother, finding it hypocritical coming from her. "Thank you for the encouragement, mother." You say with heavy sarcasm, taking the cup of wine in front of you and downing it. Your older brother, Aegon, smirking at the sight of you drinking the wine in one singular chug.

Jacaerys asked for your hand once more, standing over you as you heard the instruments go into the deep and traditional rhythm for dancing. The deep thunder of the instrument resonating throughout the grand hall made everyone watch you two closely.

Your little dance with the prince was far from comfortable; it was full of tension, full of strict movements, and challenging glances from you. Jacaerys was different. He had composure, disciplined movements, and the face of a future king: proud, confident, and charismatic.

"I heard you sneaked out last night, ordering your guard to not follow you." Jacaerys speaks, his eyebrows arching.

"And where would I be, dear husband?" You replied, twisting your head sweetly to smile at him. Something you always do when you need one of your suitors to do something.

He chuckles at you, the look you gave him seemingly doing nothing. "In the bars, I'd venture."

You hum, narrowing your eyes in a challenge. His answer wasn't really what you expected. "And do you believe the hearsay? That I did sneak out? That I ordered my guard to stay put?"

Jace juts his lips out a bit, analyzing your face. He then discreetly shakes his head no, so discreetly that you're sure only you could have noticed it.

"No. I choose to believe the word of my betrothed rather than a nobody's."

Your arms pulled him close, resting around his neck as you held the back of his head. His breath fans over your exposed neck.

"If it makes you anymore secure, I didn't."

The ceremony of your wedding has finished.

Both of you were officially husband and wife, future king and queen of the 7 kingdoms.

Dreading the exact moment your lips touched his. It seemed more like a peck than an actual kiss. Not until you take the matter into your own hands. Kissing the prince deeply. The two of you pursing your lips silently as you pulled away.

You have gone back to your now shared chambers, changing back into your casual dress, ridding yourself of the extravagant accessories and jewelry that they placed on you. Thinking of going back to the hall after leaving Jacaerys there.

Your eyes go over the interior of the room. The once messy and very-you chambers that you owned are now different. The bed was different, the furniture inside was different, the colors and accents were different as well. Everything was.

The air shifted from where you had stood. It's settling all the more in your head. You can never be free now.

Forever chained up by the duty you are placed into.

You clutch the necklace you received from Jacaerys before the wedding, a piece of Targaryen ancestry given to him by his mother for you, made from pure Valyrian steel.

"Is everything alright?" A soft voice speaks in the silence of the room.

You're back in your head by then, seeing your husband watching you with concern from the doorway. "Aside from our wedding, yes. Everything's fine." You nod at him.

Jacaerys felt himself grow sympathetic at your look, knowing that you probably dreaded this marriage the most.

"Y/N, I'm sorry... for, uhm, all of this. For being betrothed to you." Jacaerys begins to speak, getting a curious look from you. "It wasn't my desire to take you away from your freedom. However, it is still our duty to uphold the responsibilities bestowed upon us."

The man walks closer to you, placing his hands behind his back.

"Whatever you are feeling now, Y/N, I feel the same way. I am merely doing this-" "What am I feeling, Jace? You seem to speak blindly about feeling the same way I do." You raise your eyebrow at him in demand. "I don't know. Hate? Loathe?" Jace quietly chuckles, eyebrows furrowing the same way. "Regardless of it all, like I said, it is our duty. And I swear to do my best as the heir to the iron throne," he breathes, "and also... as your beloved."

He lowers his head at you out of courtesy, and you look at him blankly, never really one for nice things. His head slowly rose up to see you looking at him suspiciously, analyzing him. "What is it that you are asking, Jacaerys?" You ask directly.

"I am asking for us to look beyond our differences. We are already wed. There is nothing we can do to be apart from each other, no matter how much we desire to be. The best thing we can do now is... accept it. Tolerate each other."

You sighed loudly, placing your hands on either side of his chest. "It seems that you are right."

The prince was confused. It was only a few hours ago that you told him that this marriage was the most outrageous thing you had ever experienced in your entire life. Telling him that you'd rather be put back into your mother's womb than accept the marriage.

But here you are now. Could it be a change of heart like Jacaerys had hoped for?

"Instead of loathing you, I should be thankful to be betrothed to you. It's not every day that you get betrothed to a... strong," you patted his chest, his body tensing as his jaw clenched, keeping a straight face and calm composure.

"Handsome, and respectful man." You finish with a mocking grin on your face. Waiting for the man in front of you to burst at the sensitive subject.

He should have known that there truly wasn't anything that you accepted in the whole agreement. You are too far down in the rabbit hole of hate to ever see him differently. even if only as a companion and not as a lover.

"Strong enough to protect me..." He watches you through the mirror as you walk around him, letting your hand glide across the expanse of his chest.

"Your brothers have influenced you, I see." He laughs dryly. The prince walks away from you with a vague smirk. He faced you as he sat on one of the large plush chairs near the bookshelves, undoing the laces of his shoes as he started to get ready for bed.

"Don't expect a reaction from me anytime soon, princess. I can assure you, I've already given enough reaction to your brothers. I pretty much do not care and you should too, Y/N."

You look at him dumbfounded, him merely brushing you off like you weren't taunting him since the second he entered your shared chambers. He kept his eyes focused on unlacing his shoes, not noticing that you were in front of him once more.

He hums at you, awaiting your word as you stand in front of him silently. "Is that so? Then, you wouldn't care even if I called you a bas..." You let the words trail off at the end, tilting your head to the side. Wanting to push your husband's buttons.

Jacaerys looks at you with an indescribable glint in his eyes, waiting for you to finish the word. He rises to his feet as he takes a step forward, deep brown eyes staring down figure as he urges you to finish your sentence.

"Go on."

You take a step towards him as well, not backing down from the prince. Tilting your head at him, the sides of your lips slowly lift.

The prince waited for the word he had expected to come out of you. Your lips were already shaped to whisper the word.

The air became even more tense with the two of you being an inch away from one another. His breath hit your face the same way yours hit his. Both of you were standing your grounds, your eyes staring at him in amusement.

When you remain silent, he scoffs quietly before walking past you. He undoes the ties and buttons of his top before changing into a more comfortable top, then changes into his pajamas, all the while you had your eyes glued on his movements.

You watch the tall man in fascination, seeing him tidy up the cushions on the massive bed as he finishes changing, facing you with cautiousness. His hands were clasped in front of him.

"Do you wish to go to bed?" His voice echoes loudly throughout the room, his arm extending towards the bed.

You start pulling at the strings of your gown, and Jacaerys looking in the opposite direction, much like a young boy's reaction to someone undressing in front of him. He stood awkwardly, face tout and blank.

You scoff loudly at him, "We're married, Jacaerys. Let's get rid of the malice already." You pull off the dress and put on a night gown, thin and short enough to go just a few inches past your knee. You'd soon be the one running your hand all over my body, ravishing and touching it however you pleased. Full of want and desire."

Jacaerys clenches his jaw once more. His feet were firmly planted on the soft carpeted floor as he waited for you to finish changing.

"You see, women are expected to preserve their maidenheads for their betrothed. To keep themselves pure and clean for their husband." You walk over to the prince, crossing your arms on your chest as you stand in front of him once more.

"What would you think if your wife's maidenhead had already been taken, dear husband?"

He takes a second to watch over your face, his features firm and blank again just like earlier.

"A maidenhead does not make a woman any less of one. Whether or not you still have your maidenhead does not make you any less pure, nor does it make you dirty. It is your choice to lose it to whoever you want to."

Your lips stretch downwards into a subtle smile, his eyes slightly narrowing at your expression. You swallowed the lump in your throat before climbing onto the bed and laying on one side.

Jace finally gets to breathe properly after that, exhaling deeply as he joins you in bed. Both of you are lying straight up awkwardly, a clear boundary between the two of you.

"Have you ever bedded a woman, Jacaerys?" The mockery in your tone made him roll his eyes. He pursed his lips in silence as he ignored you.

"Since we are to be together for as long as time permits us, I believe it is only appropriate for me to know about my partner's experience." You sat up on the bed to grin at him, provocatively placing your hand on top of his strong chest. Loving the way his face hardened and reddened at the topic.

He continues to ignore you, his mouth sealed shut while staring at the ceiling.

"Come on, there's nothing to be-"

"Y/N." Jacaerys cuts you off sternly, glaring at your teasing look. "If my experience is such a dire thing for you to know, I can let you experience me right now if it pleases you."

You laughed at the annoyed look on his face, the way this conversation was sensitive for him made you amused.

"Trust me, Jace. If I wanted to experience you, we wouldn't be fully dressed right now, sitting on our bed, a meter apart."

Your sarcastic giggles filled his ears, letting your body fall back on the soft cushion as the two of you remained separated by the invisible barrier.

"Good night." He sighs.

"Have you two done it?" Aegon asks you as soon as you enter the library. He and Aemond were sitting opposite each other while Helaena sat on the couch not far from them, quietly sewing an image of a bug.

"What do you mean 'it'?" You glare at him, sitting far away from the older sibling.

His eyes widen while shrugging plainly, his arms moving in front of him as if holding a woman's waist from behind before he started thrusting into the air. Laughter came out of his mouth while you and Aemond looked at him with an "I am disgusted" look. Your forehead creased in disgust, throwing one of Aemond's books at the older man, eliciting a groan from him and a tired sigh from Aemond.

"Don't ever do that again. I don't want a visual of what our sister has to suffer each night." You spoke fluidly, desperately trying to erase the past ten seconds out of your memory.

"Suffer!?" Aegon exclaims. "The only one suffering out of all of us is you. Having wed that unexperienced bastard of an heir, I doubt he could please you even with all of his efforts." He spat, Helaena warning him about his words. The four of you share a knowing glance at one another, letting the library fall silent because of Aegon's continuous badmouthing of the Queen's sons.

"But who cares, right? Future queen of the seven kingdoms," Aegon spits, taunting you. The title at the end sounds condescending rather than encouraging.

"You do know that I can order the guards to cut off your tongue, right?" You titter back, eyes flickering at him in challenge. He snorts at that before letting the subject go.

The time in the library was cut short when a familiar figure walked in. The only odd one out in the library amidst you four. Your brothers glaring at his every step while Helaena kept herself busy. Not bothering to indulge herself in the internal wars between your husband and your brothers.

Aemond sneaked a glance at you, the sides of his lips rising as he eyed the younger man.

"Brother." He spoke, his voice full of mockery.

Jace maintains his blank expression, nodding subtly in recognition. He kept his hands behind his back as he walked over to you, your brothers' stare following him.

"May I excuse my wife for a moment, brothers?"

The two men arched their eyebrows at you, and you did the same as you smirked subtly at them. "She's all yours," upon Aegon's response, you rose up to stand in front of your husband. Hearing Aegon mutter another taunt under his breath before chuckling, "brother."

Jace's jaw clenched at the mocking of his brother-in-law, extending his arm out for you to hold as he led you out, ignoring the useless remarks of your brothers.

"Where are we going?" You ask. Attitude laced your tone as you kept a poker face.

The man holding your hand leads you out to the courtyard, a single horse appearing into view, making you glare at him. Awaiting his response.

"We're going to see the 7 Kingdoms. Mother had told us to bond." Jace speaks with a frown. His hands pulling at the saddle on the horse while you cross your arms, not daring to move from your position.

"Bond? With you? I'd rather stay here." You started walking back to the halls before Jace spoke again.

"It's an order from the queen." His firm face and clenched jaw told you that he hated this just as much as you did.

You glare at him furiously, shaking your head in defiance. Telling him that you'd rather feed yourself to your dragon than ride with him on a single horse around Westeros. You could be training, or resting in the godswood, or better, toying with the men around the Red Keep. Anything is much more entertaining than going around the kingdom with him.

"Very well," he responds casually. "We'll ride our dragons then."

[lilytrgryn]

How do you think Jace, Aemond and Aegon would react if their girl has a habit of hurting herself like Alicent does with her fingernails?

I scratch and bite at my nails so I feel Alicent on that.

Jace would put his hand over yours anytime he caught you picking at your nails. Pulling your hand from your mouth whenever you'd bite at them. He would be gentle and encouraging you to find another outlet for stress

*

Aemond would notice it quickly. Watching as you make your fingers bleed. He wouldn't say much, but he'd bring you creams and salves to help with the scabs and scars. He knows all too well that everyone has a bad habit, as long as you're not getting an infection he'd let you keep doing it.

*

Aegon wouldn't even notice until one night when goes to hold your hands in bed. He's shocked, asking who did that to you. After he finds out you do it to yourself he'd make you promise to stop.

[lilytrgryn]

Your body clashes with the hard stone as Jace pins you to the wall.

“Say it again.” He sneers, “You commit treason by calling my legitimacy in to question.”

“You are a bastard.” You seethe, “Toying with my sister’s feelings, even though she is married. You are dishonorable as well.”

His face is close to yours, lips merely a breath apart. You look in to his dark brown eyes, in them a fire burns. His grip on your arms grows ever so slightly tighter. You struggle to free yourself from hid grip, but he just presses his body against your in response. Your face heats up. Your eyes trail from his gaze to his lips then back up. You tremble in anticipation.

“Do I dishonor you as well, with my actions?” he questions, before crashing his lips in to yours.

His kiss melts in to yours. You meet his pace. Both of you hungry and wanting. You break away from it, breathing hard.

“My betrothed, will have you head for that.” You spit.

Jace smiles, “He can have any part of me you don’t want, my princess.”

You stare at him in shock. He loosens his grips and slips his hand behind you. He cradles your head forward so that your forehead meets his.

“And I venture, you’ll be wanting most of me.” Jace whispers.

[lilytrgryn]

your writing is so good that i can't get enough of it, could you write a sub! jacaerys ? Because I'm obsessed with it.🖤🖤

Giggling rang out through the room, it was barely sunrise. You had awoken to your husbands face buried between your legs. Soon after he noticed you were awake he started kissing up your body.

Now the two of you lay in bed, kissing and touching each other. Teasing. Perfect bliss.

You flipped him onto his back, your thighs on either side of his hips. You steadied yourself, hands splayed out on his bare chest. He stared up at you with nothing but love.

Slowly, you lifted your nightgown, throwing it off to the side. Jace lifted his hand to grope at your boobs, but you quickly grabbed his wrists. Pinning them above his head, you smirked.

"I wanna be in charge."

He matched your smirk and relaxed under you.

"Your my perfect boy huh?" you whispered as you leaned down to kiss at his neck. He hummed in agreement, lust filling his eyes.

You started nibbling at his skin, determined to leave marks. Jace groaned beneath you, and tilted his hips to rub his cock against your cunt.

A gasp left your throat, and you quickly sat up. He smirked at you, waiting for you to do something.

Your hand soon found his throat, you leaned in close to him.

"That won't go unpunished."

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JACAERYS “JACE” VELARYON & LUCERYS “LUKE” VELARYON in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

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Me: I’m not going to get attached to ANYONE cause it’s GoT.

Also me: *gets overly attached to Luke*

Me during the finale:

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Daemon would be the parent to hype up Jace, give him a pep talk on how to woo the reader, then he would just tell Jace to just fuck her so she would be forced to marry him to save her honor. Daemon would go so far as to create a situation that leaves the reader and Jace alone together.

He's is the epitome of the mom from Mean Girls.

"I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom okay."

"Do yall need anything, snacks, wine, moon tea?"

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don't call me, don't write to me, don't look for me because i'm locked up in my room crying for my dear lucerys velaryon, my protégé, my little boy

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The grief and rage of losing a child could burn down the world. - Catelyn Stark (Michelle Fairley) Game of Thrones - Histories & Lore: The Dance of Dragons

ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS…MAMA RHAENYRA IS GOING TO BURN SOME SHIT DOWN AND I WILL STAND BEHIND MY QUEEN.

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Yan!HOTD Men (Jacaerys, Aemond, Daemon, Aegon II) with a perv!reader 

Note: I will gladly love to take concepts regarding Perv!reader/Perv!hotd men-also sorry if this is terrible 

It is a dragon that fuels your desires. 

Tags: EXPLICIT/DARK, Perv!reader, this is reader’s viewpoint mentions of masturbation, corruption kink, creepy behavior, stalking, reader has hair (Daemon’s part), pillow humping, caught in the act, secondhand embarrassment, questionable behavior, Reader is disturbing in Aegon’s part, noncon, voyeurism 

Jacaerys Velaryon 

Throughout the entire feast, your eyes remain fixed on the prince. Who could ever blame you for desiring him? Jace was straight out of a fairy tale book: handsome, strong, brave, and, above all, a true gentleman. 

When the prince approaches, asking for a dance, how could you refuse him. For so long, you craved his touch. With his hand placed on your waist and his face inches away from yours. That same night, you lay on your back, hand between your legs; imagining his hands firmly grasping your waist and his eyes on yours. 

You felt a pang of guilt, sneaking into his chambers without his knowledge. Yet you never made an effort to stop your shameful habits. Sneaking into his chambers was done during sword training or lessons with the septa. He left a lot of his clothes on the bed and chairs, perhaps expecting a servant to come to pick them up. Instead, it was you.

There was a time when you thought he was having his lessons with the septa. While reaching for one of his shirts, you heard a faint splash. On the other side of the chamber, a slightly ajar door reveals Jace in the bathtub; eyes closed with his head turned back. 

You continued to watch even when he got out of the bath and when he revealed his body; you held your breath. It’s not until he reached for a towel did you realize you must leave. Unbeknownst to you, he heard the chamber doors opening and closing. 

Over time, your actions have grown more audacious, bordering on daring. During a gathering seated next to Jace; he cracks a light joke and you chuckle, putting your hand on his thigh. Seeing his eyes narrow at where your hand is placed; you question if you crossed the line. Only to be relieved when the prince smiles, covering your hand with his. 

Knowing your feelings weren’t one-sided, nothing prevented you from tainting him. Looking down at Jace, who whines, a mantra of pleads slipping from his lips. His eyes stare at you with utter lust and need, allowing you to use him as a toy until you’re fully satisfied. 

The day after, Jace stops you as you try to leave his chambers. You hesitate when he hands you his shirt. More so when he says you should have joined him in the bath rather than just watching him. The prince then bids you farewell with a kiss on the cheek, all while you’re trying to take everything in.

Aemond Targaryen 

Around the court, he is referred to as the one-eyed prince. He is the man whom most fathers, including your own, warn their daughters off. It only feeds your curiosity to unravel who he truly is, and soon enough, it turns into a desire.

Your attention was drawn to the movements of his fingers, clenching your lights tightly as you picture the prince’s fingers deep inside of you. Because of this, you failed to notice the prince staring at you from across the table, and by the time you did; it was too late. Your face becomes warm as you sink further into the seat.

During tournaments, you just happen to find a seat next to him. Doing your best to delicately touch his knees with your own. And act as if you accidentally grabbed his arm out of shock whenever there was any bloodshed during the tourney. Naturally, you apologized, and the prince assured you it was fine. When his attention returns to the tourney; you smirk to yourself, feeling triumphant.

When Aemond is said to have taken Vhagar on a flight, you’d run to his chambers. To you, it has almost become a ritual. You would take hold of one of his pillows and start humping it. Your face pressed to the pillow, taking in his scent as you picture yourself on top of Aemond; riding him until he is a begging mess.

The guilt overtakes you once you’ve reached your high. The stained pillow turned over. Every time, you gave yourself the reassurance that the servants would clean up the mess. Unaware, occasionally they don’t, and the prince is left to discover the mess you left behind.

Aemond once appeared to arrive a little earlier during your ‘ritual’. By the time you’ve orgasmed, you are finally made aware that someone else is in the room. You feel nothing more than embarrassment, frozen in disbelief as Aemond stands there, appearing to have been in the room for a while. You try to explain yourself or perhaps plead for mercy, but find yourself unable to speak. 

That doesn’t seem to be necessary when you finally see the bulge in his pants. A smirk is clearly visible on his face as he pushes you away from the pillow and presses you against him instead. He asks if you thought he wouldn’t put two and two together. He even admits he had hoped to have caught you in the act.

Soon, you find yourself laying there with a pair of hands are roaming your body. As you close your eyes, a hand reaches for your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. Aemond grunts under his breath about how challenging it was for him to resist fucking you right there and then whenever you acted so fucking innocent, all while his hips move at an unforgiving pace. 

Daemon Targaryen

Men like Daemon are to be avoided. Dangerous, arrogant, violent, impulsive; the list of all his terrible attributes can go and on. Yet his confidence and prowess leaves one wanting. Everyone veers off of his path as he moves through the halls, yet you stand still, hoping to catch his eye.

When you could, you stole whatever was still in his chambers. He spent little time there due to his frequent trips to flea bottom. Making sure to be careful with the particular trinkets you took. Still, the prince noticed, and it was said he had a servant whipped for allegedly stealing from him.

Most will find your eagerness to impress Daemon to be pathetic. Many of your dresses, are colored in red and black, all the while displaying your cleavage. But it all comes to a frustrating end when you catch the eyes of another; failing to notice a pair of envious eyes watching.

 Pursuing the rogue prince through the street of flea-bottom, someone bumped into you and when you looked up, Daemon was nowhere to be found. You gasp as you’re dragged into an alley and pushed against the wall. Instantly, you recognize the hooded figure as Daemon. With his hand on your throat, he asks why you had been following him. 

You simply stare up at him. There was a look of fear, but Daemon saw light of lust flare in your gaze. The prince eyes you with a smirk-his hand on your throat moving down, lightly touching your chest to your stomach, and then reaching under your dress to grab hold of your inner thigh. His lips briefly touch yours before he pulls away, leaving you alone and aroused in the alleyway.

You are forever ruined by that moment. You did everything to please yourself; using your fingers, humping yourself against the pillow. But nothing works, leaving you to scream in frustration. Reaching for his robes; they no longer smell like him. Desperate, you went to his chambers in the dead of the night; he must be out as always. As soon as you enter the room, you grab a soiled shirt, sniffing it. A chuckle is then heard.

Feeling lightheaded, your shaking hands let go of the shirt; trembling as you turn to the source. Daemon is there, sitting in the corner, legs crossed, appearing as if he’s been waiting for you. Immediately you fall to your knees, head pressed against the ground as you cry for mercy. You can feel his steps approaching you and you let out a shriek when your hair is pulled back, forcing you to look at him. 

You continue to plead, promising to do anything and reaching for his thigh to prove your point. Daemon laughs, asking if you are that desperate of a whore. Yet he allows you to unfasten his trouser and pull it down.  His eyes are on yours as you eagerly take his cock in your mouth.

Aegon II Targaryen 

Aegon had a reputation for pinching or fondling any serving girl who strayed within his reach. Despite knowing all about the prince’s perversions, you still wanted him. Sometimes you wished to be a servant just to catch his eye.

Whenever Aegon was around, your dresses were revealing, displaying your curves. You would deliberately drop something all while crouching in front of the prince, drawing his attention to your chest- you’d stand up, pretending not to see. As you turn away; you’re disappointed-hoping he’d grope or reach under your dress. 

Frequently, you sneaked into the prince’s quarters. Times you laid on his bed, breathing in his scent when he wasn’t there. Much to your surprise, this time the prince wasn’t by himself. There was a hole in the other room that allowed you to see the prince’s room, and there you saw Aegon fucking a servant, no doubt. The first time this devastated you.

But a man with Aegon’s appetite, you’ve grown accustomed to peering through the hole and seeing a servant underneath him. Knowing it wasn’t the same girl gives you some peace of mind; most of them, after Aegon was done, were sent away by the queen. Over time, as you watch the prince and the servants, your hand gradually moves down between your legs. 

Once, you went into his chambers and discovered Aegon there. You grew frantic. It made no difference how much contribution your father gave to the “greens.” The penalty for being caught sneaking into the prince’s quarters is death. But it seems the gods are merciful, as Aegon was drunk to the point of being unconscious. You had hoped that this would force you to break your disgusting habit, but it seems you enjoy the thrill. 

You first tried it out by touching his hand and kissing his forehead, observing no response. Finally, you mustered the courage to slip under the covers. Possibly due to his intoxicated state, Aegon reaches for you, holding you close. Before dawn, you always slip out of the bed. Eventually, your touches have become more intimate, and the prince wakes up with cum stains on his sheets. For a time, you were able to get away without getting caught until now.

You assume his intoxication will cloud his mind as it always had. Pressing kisses to the prince’s face while holding his cock upright, only to halt your movement when the prince asks what you are doing. For a time, you stare at him before smiling, telling him to relax. With your hand still on his cock, you press his tip into your hole. Aegon tries to sit up, but you push him down. Holding his arms down, he tries to resist but his drunken state has rendered him helpless. And when you start moving your hips, Aegon slowly gives into the pleasure. 

When the two of you have reached your high, you collapse on his chest. The euphoria is finally wearing off, and the consequences are beginning to take hold. When you nervously look up at the prince, you see his love-struck gaze and shaky hand reaching for your face. It wasn’t that he didn’t want this. He only wanted control, but after all of this; Aegon vows to never let you go. 

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