#difficulty in marriage

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Powerful And Effective Dua For Difficulty In Marriage

Warm regards to all our cherished readers. We offer strong Islamic wazifas and duas here in our sacred sanctuary of comfort and knowledge. Here, we give our Muslim fellow believers guidance based on the teachings of the Quran and the sanctity of the Sunnah. Therefore, Dua for Difficulty in Marriage will help you in resolving any issues in your relationship and build a stronger bond with your partner.

In today’s world, marriage has become complicated for several reasons. Marriage is a bond that requires patience, trust, effort, and understanding. The relationship is meant to bring love, and happiness to life. The only solution to your problems is trusting in Allah and practicing the right supplications to seek his guidance and blessings.

However, dua is the most powerful tool for building a connection with Allah. He’s there to guide you on what is right or not and will heal you from battles you don’t talk about. Consistently following his path will lead you to happiness, and love in your life. Under our experienced astrologer, Mulana Mosin Khan’s guidance, you can beautifully mould your life.

Significance of Doing Dua For Difficulty In Marriage

In Islam, marriage plays a highly respected and pure practice, despite marriage’s high regard and purity, couples frequently part ways informally. Dua is the solution to your problems. Hence, seeking Allah’s blessings to soften their heart and mercy. Dua brings peace, fosters understanding, and increases patience. Turning to the power of Dua for Difficulty in Marriage can help your life with love and peace.

To start down a path of mutual respect and spiritual development, they must align their intentions and hearts with the divine. It encourages you to self-reflect, allowing both partners to evaluate their behavior and improve their actions toward each other.  

Therefore, due not only strengthens your relationship but also builds a connection with Allah. Which ultimately leads to healing, mutual respect, and forgiveness. Here we are for you to assist and guide you to find solutions to any problems, you can connect with us on Deeninuskhe to help you have a happy life.

Powerful Dua for Marriage Problems

A spiritual relationship with Allah, or dua, can solve issues and bring blessings that go beyond our fate. These religious activities can improve interpersonal bonds. Here are a few Quranic duas that help to strengthen marital love.

Dua for reconciliation:- This prayer places a strong emphasis on harmony, dispute settlement, and heading together in peace.  

 “اللهم ألّف بين قلوبنا وأصلح ذات بيننا واهدنا سبل السلام”

“Allahumma allif bayna quloobina wa aslih dhata baynina wahdina subul as-salam”

This means, “O Allah, bring our hearts together, reconcile our differences, and guide us to the paths of peace.”

Dua for Hardship in Marriage:- You have to recite this dua after every Salah 124 times. After that, you have to blow on your picture together and pray to Allah in your own words to fix any hardship you see in marriage.

“رَبِّ إِنِّي لِمَا أَنْزَلْتَ إِلَيَّ مِنْ خَيْرٍ فَقِيرُ”

“Rabbi inni lima azalea ilayya min khayrin faqeer.”

This means, “O My Lord! truly am I in (desperate) need of any good that thou dost send me!”

Dua for stopping the divorce:- This dua is read 500 times after every salah. You can ask Allah to protect your marriage from dissolution by making this dua. 

“وَمِنْ آيَاتِهِ أَنْ خَلَقَ لَكُم مِّنْ أَنفُسِكُمْ أَزْوَاجًا لِّتَسْكُنُوا إِلَيْهَا وَجَعَلَ بَيْنَكُمْ مَّوَدَّةً وَرَحْمَةً”

“Wa min Aayaatiheee an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwaajal litaskunooo ilaihaa wa ja’ala bainakum mawad datanw wa rahmah” 

This means, “And among his signs is that he created for you from yourselves spouses that you may find tranquillity in them and he placed between you affection and mercy.”

[techniiciian]

me: wants someone to smooch matt

matt: wants someone to smooch him

also me: it's been so long since anyone has tried to romance matt that if anyone tries to romance matt i will both won't know what to do and will die .

[wonder-worker]

people really do not know what they're talking about when it comes to Elizabeth Woodville's social status, huh?

[dramadramallama]

your honor,

this might sound very specific—and it is—but do you know how much i yearn for easy, quick, normal, simple, no slow-mo, just everyday regular SMOOCHING in romance kdramas?

you'd think it'd be as common a thing to witness as dramatic make-out sessions under the rain, or love confessions during the first snowfall of the year, BUT honest to god these quick kisses are the rarest of pokémons. and i am always so stupidly thrilled when we have a newly established couple just act like... a newly established couple????

please let me see them giggle and be disgusting and childish like, this is what i signed up for?? they're supposed to be freshly in love and high on the fact they're being loved back!!! they're supposed to be silly with it!

anyway, all this to say, thank you the story of park's marriage contract for giving me exactly, and i mean eXACTLY, what i want out of two fictional people in love. candid moments.

i rest my case.

[epicdogymoment]

i MEAN. the thing is though. that people DO believe in marriage or whatever. like the average person DOES think that marriage is about. TRUE LOVE. or something. or maybe thats not true.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Ok ok, plot and fic tangles are plentiful in my mind but the ending episode did suggest Prince Aemond got himself engaged to a Baratheon, yes? If that had worked out sans-Alys: I’ve got thots. Anyone written this? I’ve most particularly got thots about a member of House Baratheon finally mounting a damn dragon

…no not like that. Not just like that. Only partly like that…

[1lovely-rose]

Wild Roses,

Is it right for a parent to be involved in their adult children’s relationship? Let’s say the husband and wife get into a debatable argument about correcting another, would it be right to for either spouse’s parent to comment during the argument? I feel it’s unnecessary especially if that parent’s marriage was affected with their parent getting involved their relationship.

It’s difficult to share a home with parents and spouses because it seems a string of issues could become larger than what the beginning was. A string of difficulties of being caught between even a parent and the daughter/son in-law. Is it a good idea for the spouse to deal with their own or each other’s parent(s)? Sometimes there seems to be an obvious answer except there are different situations that are tricky to hit head on.

For example, it’s become uncomfortable in my home and in my in-laws home because my parent belittles me during arguments with my spouse. To be honest, my spouse and I never yell; it’s mainly due to corrections in communication or meaning well to a decision that ends up going wrong. In my in-laws home the parent argues with me of how I am with their grown child’s health. Mind you, this ‘adult child’ is healthy yet snacks without my knowledge on unhealthy items. I’m not a parent, I’m a spouse. This parent will argue with me but smile in their child’s face.

I never do right to either and my spouse doesn’t put me down but indulges on playing victim. It’s tiresome but I do my best to put on a smile and push forward.

However, there are some days where I just want to walk away and see how everyone does without my help. Do you struggle with similar issues?

Best Regards,

Rose

[supercantaloupe]

new susanna design that came to me in a dream

[septembersghost]

Burning Love montage has been stuck in my head all day and made me think of you!

💗🔥💃🏻LIKE A SWEET SONG OF A CHOIR YOU LIGHT MY MORNING SKY WITH BURNING LOVE 💃🏻🔥💗

was it because the every elvis second twt just did that section?

rent free in my head. shout out to the entire creative team, and especially austin butler, the man that you are, catherine martin, the woman that you are!!!

[techniiciian]

everyone talking about arranged marriage verses & i love it.

[pharawee]

Marriage Equality Achieved!

Today, January 23, the marriage equality law officially takes effect. Thailand now recognizes the right of all couples, regardless of gender, to legally register their marriage.

At 6.15am, the first couple, 33 year old Ploynapas Jirasukon and 32 year old Kwanporn Kongphet arrived, hand in hand, to register their marriage. Together for 17 years since high school, the Bangkok-based couple radiated joy as they became Thailand’s first officially recognised LGBTQ+ married couple.

Ploynapas shared her excitement, “We’re thrilled to be the first couple to register our marriage. It’s a proud moment, but there’s still more to achieve, like equality in child custody and legal titles.”

Sumalee, 64, and Thanaporn, 59, became the first same-sex couple to register their marriage at Bang Rak today.

Traveling all the way from Phetchabun, they chose Bangkok's "district of love" for this special occasion.

Permsap and Puangphet, the second couple to register their marriage in Pathumwan District, shared that they had waited 17 years for this moment, calling it a meaningful achievement.

Although they could have registered in Pai, they chose Pathumwan to express pride in exercising the same legal rights as other Thais. They wore traditional Tai Yai attire from Mae Hong Son, reflecting one partner's heritage, to make the occasion special.

They described the milestone as a collective success for the LGBTQ+ community, achieved through shared efforts.

They hoped future legal changes would address honorific titles for transgender individuals, ensuring fairness for all. The couple encouraged others to stay determined in the fight for equality, believing that persistence leads to success. They also urged countries without equal marriage laws to continue advocating for change.

Reflecting on a past accident, they shared the difficulties caused by the lack of legal recognition. Despite being together for eight years at the time, one was unable to sign medical consent due to the law, underscoring the need for equal marriage rights.

Source: Thai Enquirer, Thairath & The Thaiger

[mangled-by-disuse]

also i'm sorry but just as a heads-up: no matter how shit you're feeling or how shit your country feels

it is not a fair thing to be like "i'm either going to find a foreigner to sham-marry or kill myself" to a foreign, unmarried friend

i am not saying this to the person in question because i don't think they're kidding and also i don't think they were trying to put me on the spot, but. dude. maybe fucking don't.

[heartofstanding]

I have a theory about Isabella of France's reputation/representation" 👀👀?

I love Isabella theories!

OK, so.

Isabella is an incredibly transgressive figure in terms of gender roles and expectations. Women were (and largely still are) expected to be good wives and good mothers. Isabella... isn't. She betrays her husband multiple times in multiple ways: she leaves him, she has an affair with his enemy, she conspires against him to the point of his deposition and murder. She isn't a good mother: her rule during Edward III's minority is disastrous, she's corrupt and greedy, filling her own coffers while bankrupting the kingdom her son will inherit, and she forces her daughter into a loveless marriage in an alliance with Scotland that drives her son to tears.

(n.b. I am aware about the debates around whether or not Isabella and Roger Mortimer had an affair and the debates around Edward II's death and Isabella's role in it. I'm not concerned with what was "historically likely" or the real, historical Isabella here but in how she's been represented.)

I think Isabella's transgressiveness is confronting. She isn't a good wife, she isn't a good mother, she isn't a good queen. The fall back or ultimate "good woman" - the virgin/nun, dedicated to God, isn't an option given the adultery and violence in her story. I think that, basically, in efforts to confront and contain Isabella's transgressiveness, historians, historical fiction novelists, commentators et al have basically either presented her as monstrous or as a romantic heroine.

The revisionist, pro-Isabella narrative is that she was an incredibly capable, intelligent and very, very, very beautiful queen who was left neglected and unfulfilled by her horrible gay husband who treated her as a broodmare and allowed his boyfriend to abuse her (that's... a lot of homophobia), who also tears her children from her adoring arms. Isabella eventually escapes to find freedom and lover in the arms of a "real" man, Roger Mortimer. Isabella's discovery of love at long last means she simply cannot be held responsible for the disasters of her son's minority, if they're even discussed. In short, these revisionist, redemptive narratives soften Isabella by depicting her as a romantic heroine in search of love and further present her as a victim of life and unscrupulous men. The story usually drops off before her rule and behaviour towards her children can be seriously questioned. Her transgressiveness is thus the result of her womanly needs being unfulfilled.

In contrast, the "standard", anti-Isabella narrative is that she was Bad. Faithless, unnatural, evil, perverse, vain, selfish, treacherous, manipulative, cruel, sexually aggressive or sexually unfulfilled, femme fatale, monstrous... the list goes on, Isabella is really That Bitch (or That She-Wolf). Edward and Despenser are her hapless victims and Mortimer is her villainous partner-in-crime. Her children are collateral damage. Here, her transgressiveness comes from her monstrosity.* But a lot of the time, her villainy is linked to the domestic or private sphere: she's not a political figure but a woman ruled by her passions and excess who intrudes by accident.

Basically, what I'm saying is this: Isabella doesn't easily fit into the roles of good wife or good mother or virgin/nun. She is a transgressive figure that must be suppressed. The redemptive takes de-emphasise her transgressive nature by focusing on her as a romantic heroine in search of true love while the standard narrative emphasise her monstrosity or villainy, making her an aberration in nature, a one-off. Both takes attempt to keep her within the private sphere: she intrudes into politics out of necessity and love or out of frustrated searches for fulfilment.

* I could not resist a swift turn into monster theory. Isabella's infamous and much-debated sobriquet, "she-wolf" links her to the monstrous and inhuman, implying she is a wolf-woman hybrid (a werewolf, if you will - I think this description of a female werewolf is very interesting, touching it does on some of the themes in Isabella's representation I've talked about here, though almost all depictions - positive and negative, depict her as sensuous and conventionally beautiful). But I'm also interested in the way Maurice Druon describes Isabella's teeth as "sharp, carnivorous", even writing that "her little carnivore's teeth opened to bite". I haven't read Druon's work but I suspect his intention was to link Isabella with the "she-wolf" label. However, to invoke Barbara Creed's The Monstrous Feminine, it also links her with the vampire and the vagina dentata (especially since it is Mortimer she is "biting" in this line). The villainous/monstrous Isabella, of course, can be said to represent a form of the femme castractice - her enemy, Hugh Despenser, was castrated during his execution but Isabella's rebellion against Edward both unmans and unkings him.

[sophia-zofia]

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[dreammfyre]

the heir's favorite ⋆ jacaerys velaryon

SUMMARY. You are the first daughter of the marriage between your mother Rhaenyra Targaryen and your father Daemon Targaryen. Always the most rebellious and difficult of all, temperamental, impulsive. However, weak before the temptation to possess your older brother, the crown prince Jacaerys Velaryon, a knight par excellence, the opposite of you. But no one in Dragonstone imagined that you shared much more than dragon's blood.

WARNINGS. +18 Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!oc. Targaryen incest (brother and sister). Jacaerys aggressive and dominant. Smut. Based on the second season of House Of the Dragon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. This was a suggestion left anonymously in the messages, so I invite you to leave yours. Thanks for reading.

The empty room was so quiet that you could feel your thoughts could be heard all over the place. The full moon illuminated the dark sky, standing out against the stars that night where everyone was resting in their chambers, but you were unable to lie in your bed, much less fall asleep without having nightmares. The Stone Table was where everyone met daily to discuss strategies for the war that was being unleashed in Westeros, but now that empty place was strange, so much silence and loneliness. The extinguished embers did not illuminate the tabletop, you touched the stone expecting to burn, however, it was totally cold.

"Who's there?" a familiar voice entered the place. You turned immediately finding Prince Jacaerys, your older brother and heir to your mother's throne. "Sister... it's very late."

"I know, you should be resting." You replied walking towards him.

"It's a bit complex lately." He took the luxury of joking, in response you smiled without much encouragement. "May I know what you're doing here?"

"Not much. Seems to me you're not the only one who doesn't get any rest." You lifted your shoulders casually. "Any news on your rounds?"

Jacaerys shook his head in disappointment, pacing around the table resting his hands on the handle of his sword without taking his eyes off you, analyzing your presence carefully, as if silently judging you. You rested your hands on the stone of the table relaxing your body on your arms, but your head couldn't stop scheming hundreds of thoughts and bloody imaginary scenarios regarding the war.

"Cole's army is getting bigger and bigger and we don't have a damn clue about anything." You said with a tense jaw. "And about my father..." you sighed deeply without looking your brother in the face "no word from him for days."

"That's not your fault." Jace tried to make you feel better with repeated kind words, but your guilt was growing and the anguish of the approaching war wouldn't leave you alone. "Daemon is not the priority."

"That idiot should be here, on the island, with his queen and his children." You whispered angrily. Then you looked up resolute in your decision. "I'll go see him tomorrow."

That didn't sit well with your brother.

"Don't talk nonsense, Visenya." The heir scoffed. "You can't go to Harrenhal alone, it's too dangerous and we don't know if the way is clear."

"You think I'll arrive by land alongside Daemon's imaginary army?" you sneered in the same condescending manner, a brazen gesture that made Jacaerys' blood boil. "I will ride Vermithor's back at dawn and arrive before the sun peaks. I will return the same day with news before the queen."

"That's a lousy idea!" Your brother exclaimed angrily. Grabbing your arm with brute force, forcing you to look him. "How can you even think of traveling alone to lands we don't know if they are enemies or allies?"

"We need to move fast before they come for us, Jacaerys." You squirmed under his grip feeling his fingers bury into your pale skin. "Do you intend to wait for my father to return?" you managed to break free from his grip with difficulty, Jacaerys ran a hand through his wavy hair desperate not to talk sense into you. "Because you may take a seat, I will not be accompanying you."

"Visenya, please understand the magnitude of your stupidity." He begged, chasing you from side to side. Your brother knew how impulsive you were, and how hard it was for you to get an idea out of your head, no matter if it was good or bad and in this case it was a rather dangerous one. "What happens if you cross paths with Vhagar in the skies?" The prince raised his voice to you demanding and imperative trying to intimidate you, anyone passing nearby could overhear your discussion. You turned your back to him, you didn't want to look him in the face out of embarrassment because deep down you knew his words were true. "You have no business there!"

"I have no business here either!" you exclaimed with the same intensity. You were temperamental by nature and now you were blowing off steam. "I'm tired of staying cooped up on the island, waiting for others to figure things out! I'm a dragon rider, and I'm constrained by these walls."

Your brother understood that feeling better than anyone, he grabbed you by both cheeks, covering your face with his firm hands.

"I know how you feel, Visenya. Believe me, but walking out at the first impulse is not the solution, don't you understand?" You put your hands over his, looking at him intently. You wanted to nod to answer him the question he asked you, but you were mesmerized in his nearness and his breath hitting your face. "Stay here, with us." He watched you carefully without letting go, losing himself in the sense of his pleas to look at you closely, you were so beautiful in any light no matter how dim, a Targaryen through and through with bright, intense violet eyes of long white hair like your parents. Jacaerys couldn't help but stare at you, the half-open lips tempting him to taste you, trying not to lose what little composure he had left. "With me."

You possessed the ethereal beauty of your mother and the complex character of your father, Daemon Targaryen. Under your little ethics and impulsiveness you did not think if it was a coherent idea and you threw yourself to kiss the thick lips of your brother who reciprocated instantly, none of them reasoned, they only moved to the rhythm of the kiss where their moist lips brushed anxiously. Your brother's hand on your waist took you by surprise, more so when he pressed you against his body bumping you against his chest and cornering you against the table.

"Go to sleep." Jace scolded you making an attempt to stop kissing you, but you kept reaching for him. "This isn't a good place."

With a smile you ignored knowing the only way to stop the situation was for you to go to your quarters and you didn't feel like leaving. You grabbed her hair tangling your fingers in her chestnut curls, Jacaerys strength intimidated you, but it wasn't enough to stop you.

"Don't go to Harrenhal." He pleaded leaving kisses on your neck, tracing a wet path over your skin taking advantage of inhaling your scent. "Do it and I promise I will warm your bed every night."

You felt a shiver run down your back at his offering, Jacaerys kept leaving kisses until he reached your collarbones uncovered by the neckline of your dress. His warm lips made your heart beat faster, you grabbed him by the face stopping him.

"Would you do that for me?" you asked with dangerous innocence, watching his glossy swollen lips.

"Do you really doubt it?" he answered against your ear, then brushed his nose against yours slowly, you left a short kiss on his lips almost by instinct, so tender and unexpected that you heard a laugh come out of the prince.

"I'll think about it." You whispered touching his chest, playing with the textures of the fabrics, his agitated breathing gave him away, having you close was a personal challenge for the prince. It was a lie, you weren't going to think about it, you just wanted to give him what he needed to hear to stay with you.

Jacaerys' big hands began to take hold of your body squeezing you tightly making you gasp, then you lifted your chin giving him access to your neck, the kisses there unsettled you in a special way and only your brother knew it, taking advantage of your weakness, listening closely to his breathing and feeling the warmth of his breath was much better. Everything about him you liked, and you were missing him lately. The pressure and uncertainty of the war had taken your head elsewhere, you had abandoned each other for valid reasons, but at that second you just wanted to give yourself to him one more time.

You stood on your tiptoes to gain a little more height reaching for his ear, your brother tensed at the delicate touch of your hot tongue against his lobe, you licked delicately knowing that it turned him on, he confessed it to you one night and you never forgot it. A deep moan of satisfaction came from his throat, then carefully, you lowered one of your hands straight down to his pants, positioning yourself over his hard member that was pressing against the fabric.

"This is not the best place." Begged the prince resting his forehead on your shoulder. "We are in a sacred place, you know?"

You cared little for his insistence or decency when you only wanted to shout his name, though you knew Jacaerys was asking you to stop for the sake of not failing in duty, not because the desire wasn't there. No one understood the reason why Rhaenyra did not cancel the stupid engagement between Lady Baela and the right Jacaerys, no one could deny that they could become blameless kings for the history of Westeros, but there would never be the tension and burning desire throbbing as when the fire was unleashed between you. That first time with a taste of sin, you begging him not to stop, that it was going to become a one-time secret that his parents would never find out, a secret they couldn't help but repeat between your sheets and his, in the hallways and in the library.

Desperate, your brother lifted the skirt of your dress with your help by grabbing your leg and pulling it up to his waist. The mere contact made you moan from the pleasure, you clamped your mouth shut to keep from making noise, you were too sensitive and needy and Jacaerys liked to have you under his control. You were always sarcastic, upset and nasty, just like your dragon, but Jacaerys Velaryon knew how to control you.

"What are you going to do if someone finds out about us?" You asked with bated breath. Deep down it was important to keep the secret guarded to keep it. Jacaerys' fingers stroking between your legs making you jump, clinging to the heir's neck and leaning against the table. "What are they going to say when they find out the crown prince fucking his sister."

His fingers slowly moved up and down, playing with your slimy wetness between his fingers. The mischievous grin on the chestnut's face only reflected the satisfaction of having managed to have you like this, so submissive to him.

"Does it scare you?" he whispered against your moaning lips. With his other hand he gripped the back of your neck tightly, so you wouldn't move. "They're going to find out you're my spoiled sister." Two of his long fingers began to search for the perfect place to insert themselves into you. You stirred under his grip settling in for him, your desperate breathing needing him to finish his work, but he seemed very calm provoking you with his words. "Do you know what they'll call you?" he bit your lip, pulling it towards him. "The heir's whore." His fingers slipped inside you so easily, sliding into your wet insides gushing moans from your chest as you felt him move in and out of you. Jacaerys took your leg his free hand clutching his fingers to your thigh preventing you from closing before him.

At the first loud moan you covered your mouth immediately knowing you were attracting attention, the sensation between your legs was stronger. You squeezed your brother's shoulder getting used to the movement of his fingers inside you.

"Don't yell." He ordered uncompromisingly. He had to kiss you to shut you up, which served you a few short minutes. You were losing your mind, your legs wanted to close but Jace put his foot down to stop that from happening.

"Jacaerys." His name on your lips excited him more than anything else, for it was the tone of desperation that mirrored your desire. To know that he controlled you and you were under his dominion with how arrogant you were, that no knight owned you, that everyone desired you for being Rhaenyra's spoiled daughter, but you were his, no matter an arranged marriage or duty was enough. "Mmh." You ran your hand over your face, desperate to keep silent fighting against your body that was beginning to tremble as his fingers went faster.

But for an ego like Prince Jacaerys Velaryon's it wasn't enough. Listening to you enjoy yourself on the Stone Table where every day they met to discuss war strategies was the most satisfying image to his eyes and he was not going to be able to forget it. The way you moved, dragon-like, the sweetest and most desperate noises came from you, none of the whores he had been with compared to the delicacy of a pureblood Targaryen. A unique and unrepeatable privilege.

When your breathing became erratic and the murmurs incomprehensible swearing you were going to reach that peak, Jacaerys came to a screeching halt chastising you. You opened your eyes in disappointment and fury, your heart leaping out of your chest and your legs damp and trembling.

"Be a good sister," he stroked your cheek with the gentleness you deserve to be treated with. You were trying to listen to him but you were so upset you just wanted to insult him for doing that to you. "Turn around."

Your hair stood up at his tone of voice demanding and conciliatory at the same time. As obedient as ever, just for him, you turned your back to him as the prince busied himself with pulling down his pants that were pressing against the erection he was trying to contain. Your heart wouldn't stop pounding, you could still feel his long fingers inside you and the wait, however minimal, was becoming eternal and torturous. You looked sideways at the entrances of the place without finding anyone, but the truth is that you didn't care if at that moment the queen arrived and found them like that, the euphoria and adrenaline was taking over your body and your reason, the overflowing desire had taken your actions. You felt Jace's hands sneaking up your skirt, careful where to touch, looking for just the right position to enter. He stood behind you, your dress pulled up over your back, the mere touch made you moan. You were so wet it was slipping from your entrance.

"Don't say anything." He told you and you nodded, you were capable of begging if necessary, though deep down you knew he enjoyed it making you obey. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

You closed your eyes as you felt Jacaerys slowly push behind you. You took a breath and tried to relax, you both moaned slowly, the prince tensed his jaw and clenched his teeth to keep from making noise, he stayed still for a few seconds searching for your hips digging his fingers into your skin trapping you in that position, moving you back and forth to better thrust. The rubbing of his member on your walls felt warm and wet, an invasion of your body, you were so used to his size that the sensation became familiar, literally. Some of the pieces of stone you unintentionally threw away, that was going to be a problem for later, because now the noise of their bodies colliding was beginning to consume you. The control he had over you didn't bother you, he gripped you tightly taking over everything. Her hips moved with yours instinctively in a delicious back and forth.

"Like this." You gasped with closed eyes and a satisfied expression. You reached for his hand under your dress and clung to him as tightly as Jace clung to you.

His length pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace, but this time, Jacaerys made sure each thrust was deep by ramming his pelvis into your buttocks.

"What a pleasure to meet again, don't you think?" his question was punctuated by your same panting without stopping moving. You weren't able to answer, your high-pitched moans were getting louder and louder, putting both of you at risk. On the other hand, he was breathing heavily. You had to cover your mouth with your hand, biting your palm to stifle your own moans of pleasure at having him inside you.

You started to stir but you were trapped in his hands, he knew you well enough to know what to do, you turned to look at him finding the heir ramming you with force and speed, his hair fell in curls that moved to the rhythm of his rhythm, when their gazes met for a second he stared at you, your face sweating, your eyes bright with a frown of supplication and red cheeks were enough to have no mercy. Your entrance was tightening at the same time you couldn't breathe, that feeling of a wave invading your insides begging for more desperate to reach orgasm. Jacaerys took your with one hand your waist and with the other your hip, encasing his fingers preventing you from escaping, you were in this together and you had to finish it.

You moved your arm and disarranged the pieces on the board. Now you could hear your brother moaning, cursing you for being his undoing and the greatest of his sins, making you his own feeling the power to mark you and deflower you breaking any tradition that governs the Targaryen nobility. It felt so good that you could confess your love to him just so he wouldn't stop. Luckily for both of you, he didn't stop, the rapid movements and the pressure forming in your lower stomach was getting out of control, the noise intensifying from the collision of your bodies and your knees seemed to lose any kind of strength to hold you up, luckily the table was there to support your body, plus your brother who wasn't going to let you fall. Until you couldn't manage to resist anymore, your orgasm came first like a shiver throughout your body, you closed your eyes tightly and watching you exclaim his name in screams of pleasure ended the infinite torture of the heir that took a few seconds to wait.

"Shit." Your voice hopefully came out of your dry mouth. You had your chest against the weight crushing your breasts, one of your hands intertwined with your brother's who was rebounding behind you.

You both took a second to take a breath and assimilate what you had just done, you had promised not to fall into carnal sin again and that's why the last time was several months ago. You leaned on the table with both hands coming back into yourself with your chest heaving, your brother's hands were still in the same place but he was no longer squeezing you with the same possessive intensity. Your hair was falling on both sides, tousled from the movement and your legs were begging you for a rest.

Jacaerys caught his breath, but his heart had not calmed down at all. His body was still experiencing those chills and that unique tension, he took a step backwards out of your body to get dressed. You immediately felt the fluid trickle down the inside of your thighs, dripping slowly down your hot skin.

"Are you okay?" Jace asked pulling up his pants, his movements a little uncontrolled as the adrenaline was still pumping. You nodded fixing your wrinkled dress. It wasn't the first time it had happened, you both knew what it was, that meant you would have to have tea the next morning.

"Looks like I'll be staying."

Your older brother smiled, fixed his hair pulling it back and moving closer to kiss you again, this time slower and softer, trapping your lips with his so slowly that you relaxed. You took his face kissing him again, his scent, his warmth, his bearing that forced you to lift your chin to reach your mouth, the softness of his lips, it was the most comforting sensation you knew.

"Go rest." He whispered without opening his eyes. Tidying your hair behind your ear.

"Okay." You replied in the same tone, so obedient and submissive before him, kissing for the last time his mouth following your movement. "Good night"

Leaving him was complicated, but you were satisfied with the encounter. As you walked you felt the burning between your legs, a reminder that was to last a couple of days that he had made you his once more, that was the greatest secret they kept hidden, they had forgotten for a moment the war between families, the political problems, duty and order.

Jacaerys Velaryon watched you go, silently picking up the sword he had dropped to the ground. That simple symbol that he was capable of abandoning his duty as prince for you, he staked his honor and his word for taking you. He stayed a while longer tidying up the mess they had created, arranging the pieces of stone in the place that corresponded according to the figure, picking up from the floor some that fell without realizing it. It was he who always assumed the role of responsibility for cleaning up the mess and pretending nothing had happened. How was he going to show up tomorrow at this very spot knowing he had relations with Visenya, the spoiled and arrogant princess, right there?

He only hoped Daemon Targaryen would never discover that his daughter was the heir's favorite if he wished to one day ascend the throne.

[undyinglantern]

3 months ago i was just fire primal by pure luck within gacha and the fact that magna fire kinda really sucks

now noa got a fire alt and im out here using dama bars to make my agni grid even better and actually caring enough to get creative with team comps and going ham on gw for the first time in ages