after copping from the plug on his way home from some soul reaper work , or whatever ichigo told you it was, he told you to forget dinner and to order pizza. you could tell already that this was going to be a long night. ichigo usually only smokes nefore bed with you on occasion when he can’t sleep well. but tonight you said you wanted to smoke him out and see what happens. you also made edibles, red velvet cupcakes, but you weren’t playing fair so you didn’t tell him that. a surprise for later.
after you finished prepping for the long night, he bursts into the door almost breaking it to slam it shut upon seeing you. you in a tiny pair of white lace panties that barely covered anything along with a matching, equally as skimpy white lace bra. with a red satin robe barely hanging onto your shoulders , all he could do was stare and feel himself grow a tent in his pants already. “ichi baby i made you some treats!! i missed my sweet boy,” you purr and strut over to him with two cupcakes in hand. you give him one and he can barely register devouring the whole thing because of you.
he barely notices you taking the weed out his pocket to go roll it up. he follows to your bedroom ,quickly behind you. you’re eating your cupcake too, realizing how strong you made these on accident. perfect. he finally finds words to tell you how his work was while finding a background noise show on tv. with the first blunt soon rolled and pearled to perfection, you took the first few hits while laying on the bed with ichigo between your legs already. his head on your tummy with his hands feeling up your thighs.
as your high came with the weed first, you pulled him by him jaw to hold the blunt in his mouth while he smoked. his tolerance was a little lower than yours and it had been some time with the edible sitting on him. ichigo felt the edible creeping on the longer he smoked. his eyes getting real low as he gazed upon you. he always looks so good between your legs. must be where he belongs.
you take the blunt back and take a few more long hits, letting the weed fill your senses. the first sense being in your pussy already. your panties could barely cover your lips and were so thin from how wet you were getting. “ichi baby, you high already? you’re so quiet on me,” you took another hit watching the blunt almost become a roach. ichigo was so high and hard and staring at your cunt through your panties.
he was damn near drooling. he started kissing up your inner thighs, biting them too. such a sensitive place for you and he knows that. you moan and whimper the more he bites and kisses, making you so wet and needy for his mouth. “i want another hit pretty girl,”ichigo took the roach from you, taking a long hit. you grabbed a second blunt and lit it, watching him ash the first on the tray nearby. you kept smoking while he leaned back and slid down the bed a little further.
with his face so close to your cunt, he could smell you, nearly taste too. he didnt bother to take your panties off, just going in with a long lick of his tongue all over your cunt before kissing your clit. panties too thin from you being so wet but his mouth was warmer and hotter. and no cottonmouth, he was nearly drooling on you. he sucked on your clit through your panties with his hands reaching up to grope your tits. you started rocking your hips, grinding your cunt in his mouth as you grew closer and closer. you tasted so good, ichigo wanted more. tasting you through the panties had him grinding so hard on the bed he thought he would cum untouched.
you sat up to focus on riding his face the closer you got and he only sucked right on your clit harder. with a scream you let out a long moan with your whole body shuddering as you came on his face through your panties. you’re breathless trying to wrap your very high mind around your man but he was a few steps ahead.
pulling his remaining clothes off he grabbed the blunt from you to relight it. a hunger sat in you while watching him smoke. so hungry it made you get level with his dick to give his tip some kisses. you took him all the way in your mouth immediately , sucking him like you had bills to pay. he kept smoking with one hand on your head watching you suck his dick like you were so desperate for him. he was desperate to fuck you with the weed only making you feel so much better.
you swirled your tongue around the shaft while sucking him off while one of your hands went to massage his balls. they were so full and heavy rolling around in your hands. ichigo moaned deeply, letting some whiny breaths out. you were milking him dry with your mouth so soon and well he couldn’t take it. “oh fuck princess come here i want it in you” he growled pulling your hair to bring your lips to his.
he kisses you with such desperation you can feel it growing in you now. desperate for him. needy girl. one hand in your hair and the other hand pulling a pillow under your waist. prone bone…ichigo always did this position when you smoked together those rare times. he knows you can take it. he pushed his hands into your hips, adjusting your position on the pillow.
he was going to put a baby in you tonight. two strong hands grip your ass apart to spread your cunt open. ichigo lined himself up too easily needing your cunt around him. he slides in slow almost making you feel the most delicious stretch. no time to adjust he just started stroking deep and hard in your cunt. sliding around him too easy. he kept your ass spread making you take him deeper.
“daddy oh fuck it’s too much !!…” you screamed out while gripping the sheets hard. you were drooling, ichigo knew he hit you deep at that one spot you needed touched. a thick ring of cream forming around his dick from how good he was fucking you. “you’re taking this dick so well baby…you feel so good” ichigo moaned going a bit faster now , slamming in deep from the tip with every thrust. you couldn’t hold in a single moan no matter how hard you tried. he was fucking you too good for that to happen. you both were so high everything felt magnetic and warm. he was stretching you out too good. your grip on the sheets barely kept you stable.
“why you fucking me like this..”you whined with tears forming in your eyes. it was so much. too much. ichigo kept hitting that spot had you creaming around his dick the whole time. you were floating so close to soaking the bed, it all was too much. he let go one of your ass cheeks he was holding to spank it over and over. this was going to be a long night wasn’t it?
summary: beware “The Man in the Woods”, for he’ll take your children and desecrate your village.
warnings: werewolf!au, angst, made-up lore (words and definitions will be posted), death, sacrificial lamb trope, kidnapping, hunting, blood mention
julie’s author note: first time posting a fic one here! might be a series, might be a long one shot fr. so here’s a preview!
dividers by @firefly-graphics , gif by @josiesblake
Long ago, a man killed his entire village with his bare hands. It’s speculated that he had even resorted to cannibalism, eating them after going hungry for months. It was this dire situation that had turned him into a monster. The gods bestowed a curse upon him, ensuring that his body stayed in an awful purgatory of both man and wolf.
“You must go the rest of your days in this tortuous flesh, no longer the man you once were yet not the monster you can succumb to. The voices inside you will tear you apart and you will do nothing but let them speak until you die.”
And so, he roamed the woods. His body was stuck between two beings. One day, an aurelia came across his wounded body by the Great River. He had fought a taurusine dragon, beating it by a mere hair. He collapsed to the ground, his wounds far too great for him to continue his roaming. Unknown to him, he had saved an aurelia from being eaten by this dragon. The aurelia approached him.
“P-please… I cannot die like this.. I cannot r-return to the skies in this form..”, he begged—hoping that it would reverse the curse tethered within him.
“I see that life has not treated you kindly and you suffered dire consequences.”
The aurelia blessed the Great River with its sweat and fed the man with the river water. As the water ran through his body, his wounds began to disappear as quickly as he had gotten them. His mind was just as clear and yet his body was still the same.
As a gift of gratitude, the aurelia gifted the man with immortality. His mind would be his for the day, enjoying the sun and in turn, the voices can speak for the night.
This encounter had saved his life and yet it was not good enough to keep the voices at bay forever. Due to his immortality, his hunger became insatiable. Mere animals couldn’t keep him from craving the familiar taste of humans.
As new villages would settle in the woods, the man would steal their children in the dead of night and leave their bones in the morning. The longer they stayed, the worse their fate would be. After the fourteenth day, he would kill their entire village, leaving nothing but blood stained soil as their legacy.
Over the years, blood had soaked the soul of the earth so much that only Hemoflorae* would bloom in their place.
If you see a garden of Hemoflorae, The Man in the Woods is not too far away.
Authors note : This man is so fine..like why was your girl cheesin in the first episode 😩
Part 2
“ Hey Dante, it's your buddy Enzo” Enzo yells in his high-pitched voice from Dante's apartment his heavy figure looking around for the white-haired man.
He sighs in disappointment as he turns to leave “Ah, nobody-” he was cut off by a gun in his face. Scaring him to the point of falling backward
“ Dante! You are here” Enzo says shuddering with a sweaty smile as Dante in all of his fine ass glory walks from the shadow with a mischievous smile gun still cocked “Thank god, I was worried I missed ya”
“ Hey, Enzo. How have you been?” he raspy says in a low tone still smiling
“ Ah, I could do better, to tell you the truth..like if you didn't have the barrel pressed to my temple right now.” Enzo has a chuckle as he tries to move his hand but Dante keeps a firm stance.
“ Wish I could help you out there. But I do have a funny story for you though” as he holds his chin in thought looking away“You're gonna love this” he smirks looking back a Enzo
“ so my last job, the one that you gave me…turned out to be a setup so a shape-shifting Demon baby tried to steal my necklaces” he spoke voice dripping in annoyance as he bent down to Enzo on the ground.
“ Crazy right?” he voice low as that stupid smirk formed on his face. Enzo nervously chuckles
“That's the craziest thing I've ever heard” he gulped but Dante realizing that the briefcase Enzo was holding was bugged
As groups of mercenaries from the car to the top of the building hear every conversation between Dante and Enzo
Even a figure in the shadows with a white leather cowboy hat, leaning against the wall in a revealing western outfit, with bright pink hair. The figure smirks and cocks her dual guns and slowly walks into the building
Time skip 💕
The scene erupts in chaos as Dante steps into the room, a smirk already curling on his lips. The mercenaries more than a dozen of them lurk in the shadows, ready to make their move. Dante’s eyes flash, and the next moment, he's a blur of motion.
He springs forward with superhuman speed, his coat flaring out behind him like wings. He kicks off a wall with precision, flipping into the air, and in a single smooth motion, he pulls Ebony and Ivory from their holsters. Bullets streak through the air, and within seconds, the first row of mercenaries is taken out—each drop marked by the perfect timing of a gunshot.
He spins mid-air, landing smoothly and striking a pose as if he's just arrived at the entrance of a high-end nightclub, rather than in the middle of a gunfight. He grins, his eyes locked on his next target. A mercenary with a machete rushes at him, but Dante’s faster. He flips backward, dodging the slash with ease.
"Is that all you've got?" he taunts, laughing as he repositions himself.
Before the man can react, Dante’s heel connects with the mercenary’s chest, sending him flying back with a sickening thud against the wall. The force of the kick knocks the wind out of him, but Dante is already moving again.
He slides underneath another bullet, dodging it with a graceful roll, and then, in one fluid motion, takes out three more mercenaries with his guns—one shot each. The last one left tries to grab him from behind, but Dante senses the move and swings his foot around, kicking the mercenary’s legs out from under him before slamming his elbow into his face with a thundering crack.
Dante takes a moment to twirl his guns, their barrels gleaming in the dim light as he surveys the damage with a cocky grin. Mercenaries lay unconscious or incapacitated around him in a circle of devastation. His coat falls to his side as he lazily holsters his guns.
"Not bad for a day's work. You guys should’ve packed more heat. I’m just getting warmed up,” he quips, brushing dust from his shoulder like he hasn't just taken out an entire group of armed mercenaries single-handedly. He glances over at Enzo, who’s standing with his arms crossed, an eyebrow arched.
"Dante, seriously? You always gotta make a mess? Look at this! We’re gonna be cleaning up for hours," Enzo grumbles, looking at the pile of unconscious bodies scattered across the room.
Dante shrugs casually, clearly unbothered. “Hey, it’s all in a day’s work, buddy. Besides, who else is gonna show ‘em how it’s done?”
Before Enzo can respond, the distinct sound of boots clicking against the floor breaks the tension. Dante’s posture shifts as his eyes narrow, his instincts on high alert. The air grows thick with anticipation, and then, as if stepping out from the shadows of his nightmare, you appear.
You strut confidently into the scene, dressed in an alluring Western outfit that hugs your curves and leaves little to the imagination. The fabric is a soft black leather adorned with intricate lace accents, creating a juxtaposition of tough and feminine. Your pink hair cascades in glamorous bombshell curls, catching the silvery glow of the moonlight and framing your face beautifully. Your skin, rich and warm, radiates under the pale light, enhancing your striking features.
Your eyes, partly veiled and shimmering with mischief, hold a glimmer that speaks of mystery and allure, almost daring anyone to look away. With each step, the sharp click of your stylish boots resonates through the air—a sound both haunting and enticing, echoing off the brick walls like a siren's call of danger.
As you enter the room, a low, sultry chuckle escapes your perfectly shaped lips, a sound so captivating it halts even Dante in mid-motion. You can feel the shift in the atmosphere, the palpable tension thickening as heads turn to watch your every move, mesmerized by your commanding presence. The combination of your outfit, demeanor, and attitude creates an intoxicating aura that invites intrigue and warns of the unpredictability behind your charming smile.
Dante raises an eyebrow, his confident smirk never wavering, but now there's a spark of recognition in his eyes. His hand moves almost instinctively to the hilt of Rebellion, but then it halts mid-motion, realizing who it is standing before him.
“Well, well... if it isn’t my favorite girl,” Dante says, a grin creeping across his face. His voice is playful, but there's a hint of a challenge hidden beneath it. “Didn’t think I'd see you here. Guess I’ve been bad enough to earn a visit from the devil herself.”
You step forward, the flick of your hair catching the dim light. The smile on your face is as deadly as it is alluring. You tilt your head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s not you who earned my attention, Dante. I’m here because I think you need a little... a reminder of how things work around here.”
Before Dante can respond, you swiftly pull out a rope from your belt, swinging it with practiced precision. The loop catches Dante’s wrist, and with a quick tug, you pull him down, sending him sprawling onto the ground. The force of the movement leaves him briefly stunned, but he recovers with a grin, rolling his shoulders as he sits up.
He’s not one to stay down for long. “Not bad... but you’ll have to do better than that to keep me down, sweetheart.”
You straddle him in a fluid motion, your thighs on either side of his waist. Dante’s breath hitches for a moment, though his ever-present smirk doesn’t falter. His usual cocky swagger is just a little more... affected now. “Well, I didn’t expect this kind of... party, but I’m not complaining,” he says, his voice slightly breathless.
His eyes flicker to your face and then lower to your breast, only to return to meet your gaze. A rare blush colors his cheeks—something not easily seen in the infamous Devil Hunter. You tilt your head, noticing the faint flush that has spread across his features.
With a slight tug of your rope, you pull it tighter, making sure he’s securely bound. You sit on him, hips pressing against his as you lean in close, your breath hot against his ear. “You look good tied up, Dante. Maybe I should keep you this way. What do you think?”
Dante’s trademark grin doesn’t fade, though there's an undeniable flush creeping across his cheeks now. “Tied up? I don’t know... you might be getting a little too comfortable there, sweetheart.” He smirks again, his eyes sparkling with that usual devil-may-care attitude. “But if you’re offering... maybe I’ll let you play with me for a while."
The playful tension between the two of you thickens, each word a challenge, a flirtation, and the promise of more. As you settle atop him, your fingers tightening around the rope, Dante’s usual arrogance remains intact, even as his heart races in this moment of unusual vulnerability. The room seems to pulse with energy as the fight pauses, the two of you locked in a dance of words and action, neither willing to give in—yet both reveling in the dangerous game you're playing.
“You sure you’re not enjoying this, Dante? You look a little flustered to me,” you tease, your voice low and silky as you adjust your position atop him.
Dante grins, despite himself, a cocky laugh escaping him. “Flustered? Nah. But... you’re making things interesting. Just don’t expect me to go easy on you, doll.”
With a smirk, he begins to wiggle, testing the ropes. His eyes gleam with amusement as he fights against the tie, clearly enjoying the game as much as you are.
"Well then, let’s see who gets the last laugh, sweetheart," he says, leaning back just a little.
Warnings: smut (this is a lil freaky🫦), fluff, unprotected sex, cursing, (very obsessed/ whipped Jacaerys) probably some other stuff…
Summary: Jacaerys velaryon becomes your betrothed and can’t stray too far from your chambers
Author note: this is just cute smut, idk how it got so freaky
"Where have you been?" Rhaenyra questioned sharply as Jacaerys entered the dining hall, his hair tousled. The echoes of your moans lingered in his mind as he pondered answering the question."I was practicing my swordsmanship," Jacaerys replied with a grin, pulling out his chair to sit at the table. "You seem to have been very focused on your swordsmanship lately" Rhaenyra prodded. Jacaerys stayed silent, concentrating on his meal. "I have," he eventually replied with a mouthful.
Daemon chuckled quietly to himself drawing Rhaenyra's gaze as she awaited an explanation. "It's his first, he can't stray too far away from her bed" Daemon whispered to Rhaenyra. "It's temporary," he added, sitting back up straight in his chair. Rhaenyra seemed surprised by the revelation, while Jacaerys shot a glare at Daemon from across the table. "Well, isn't it true? Have you not been out fucking?" Daemon defended with a scoff.
"With Your betrothed?" Rhaenyraasked quietly, trying to soothe the tension. " yes," Jacaerys responded in between bites. "Could she not have waited until after the war?" she probed. “It was a mutual decision,” Jacaerys replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"This is no game Jacaerys. Every day your life is in more danger," she warned, her voice growing slightly louder.
"I am aware, which is why I wish to cherish every moment with her. This is no sport to me. She is to be my wife, and I love her!” Jacaerys defended, his voice rising slightly. His words lingered in the air before he continued. “I apologize for raising my voice, but I would roll in my grave with regret for not having more of her," Jacaerys argued, sinking back into his chair. He had never admitted it before, but nothing felt more right than The words “I love her” escaping his lips.
Rhaenyra couldn't help but see a reflection of her younger self in her son, witnessing love reveal a side of him she had never seen before. "I suppose we all deserve our... pleasures,” she sighed “and you are soon to be wed,” she acknowledged. “Just be cautious, Jacaerys," Rhaenyra advised with a faint smile.
“I will.”
~~~~
“I must return home," you declare as Jacaerys plants kisses
on your neck. Slowly, he pulls down the fabric of your dress, revealing your bare shoulder with a gentle touch. "Why?" he chuckles, planting more kisses along your collarbone. "I am serious, Jacaerys, My brother has called for me" you protest half heartedly. He gazes down at you with desire in his eyes. "I can be swift," he suggests, toying with your shoulder. "Your swift is not swift enough," you reply with a laugh.
"When will I see you next? Jacaerys inquires, his finger trailing through the ends of your white hair. "A week... perhaps two, possibly never" you jest with a chuckle. He lets out an audible sigh of distress. "I shall not endure it," he laments, burying his head in the curve of your neck. "I am ensnared by you," he murmurs against your shoulder. "I crave your presence always," he lifts his head to whisper in your ear, "beneath me, always," he breathes out, a smile playing on his lips. His words bring a heat through your body only he can extract. “let me pleasure you for one more day,” he asks his large hands gripping your waist,
"I've unleashed a beast," you chuckle, turning your head away from his. "you have," he replies, holding your chin in his hand and turning your face back towards him. "And you must feed your beast," Jacaerys groans before the two of you embrace in a kiss. "Your scent," Jacaerys moans, leaning back into the curve of your neck.
"I want you in my room," Jacaerys exhales, kissing along your neck, "so I can breathe you in on my sheets when you're gone." You giggle and kiss him on the top of his head. "I'm serious," Jacaerys insists, looking up at you with his big eyes. "at Dragonstone?” you questioned “I would love to but your family-" Jacaerys silences you with a kiss. "Say yes."
"Yes," you comply with a smile earning you another passionate kiss, You had become mush in his hands.
~~~
“Animals belong in the wild," your father declares as he walks up behind you, holding a sword at his side. You are seated on the bench with your bunny nestled in your lap. "She is outside," you retort. "Outside, As in the grass and dirt," your father chuckles. You roll your eyes as your Dad plants a kiss on your head. "Do not stay outside too long," he warns before heading indoors.
Your brother Vincent approaches with Prince Jacaerys, causing you to stand up in surprise. You had never seen him in person, and he was younger than you expected, more handsome too.
"Allow me to introduce Y/n Callaeris, my sister," your brother introduces, gesturing towards you. The first thing Jacaerys notices about you is your white hair, a familiar mark of a Targaryen. But never in his life had he seen white hair contrast with someone's skin so perfectly before you. There was an essence about you that captivated him, like a moth to a flame.
“This is-”
“-The prince,” you finish, with a wide smile cutting your brother off. Supplying a small courtesy, “did you ride your dragon here?” You ask absentmindedly, adjusting your bunny in your arms, looking behind him slightly hoping to catch a glimpse of one. “Yes, I did,” Jacaerys replies with an amused smile. “Is it a big one?” you question with childlike excitement. Right when he’s about to answer, your brother cuts in. "Excuse my sister, she's... unique," Vincent chuckles, stepping in front of you.
"Where is Father?" he questions, his tone serious. "He's inside with Mother," you reply, stroking the top of your bunny's head. "Go fetch him and inform him that the prince has arrived to see him," he instructs, pausing briefly before adding, "This is important, so act accordingly," your brother says firmly.
You roll your eyes and attempt to pass the bunny to him. Vincent's face twists in disgust as he eyes the bunny in your arms. "I am not holding that thing," he declares.
"Father does not like seeing them out of the cage," you argue. "That is not my problem," Vincent retorts. "If it were you, I would hold the bunny," you counter. "But it is not me, so-"
"I can hold the bunny," Jacaerys interrupts, causing both you and Vincent to turn towards him. Vincent is speechless, and you can't help but smile. "Thank you, Prince Jacaerys," you say, placing the small bunny in his arms. Quickly turning to glare at your brother. "Jacaerys is fine," he replies with a light voice his eyes filled with a warmth you had never seen in a man before. Your heart quickens in your chest. You offer a small curtsy and a smile before taking your leave.
"You do not have to hold that thing," Vincent scoffs once you're inside. "I am fine, frankly I am quite fond of small animals," Jacaerys says, looking down at the bunny with tenderness. Vincent has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “you and my sister should get along nicely,” he says with a forced smile
~~~
You’re in the stable hours later brushing your horse when you notice Jacaerys in your peripheral. his gaze is fixed on you until you move to courtesy breaking his trance. "Forgive me," Jacaerys says sheepishly, "I've brought you, your bunny," he adds, nodding towards the sleeping bunny in his arms. "She seems to have taken a liking to you," you observe, surprised, as you admire the peacefully slumbering bunny.
"I believe I have taken a liking to her as well," he responds in a melodic tone, eliciting a giggle from you. Holding the small animal, he looked almost paternal, like a father cradling his babe. He seemed like a man destined for fatherhood.
"It's a shame you're a prince, you'd make a fine farmer," you jest, causing Jacaerys to chuckle softly, careful not to disturb the sleeping bunny. "A farmer?" he questions, taken aback. "You have a way with animals," you remark, leaning against the stable. "I did well with a bunny," Jacaerys admits. "A rather finicky bunny," you tease with a smile. The air between you two felt heavy, you felt unsure whether to flee or savor the moment. “Do you particularly enjoy animals?” Jacaerys asks breaking the tension. ”my father would say more than most” you chuckle. “But yes, I am very fond of animals” you continue. He nods im response. “I can put her in the cage," you offer recalling the bunny in his arms
Jacaerys nods carefully handing her over to you. "Did you hold her while conversing with my father?" you inquire with a smile. "No, your mother took her, but I felt compelled to return her to her rightful owner," Jacaerys replies, looking down at you intently. "I appreciate that," you say, smiling shyly as you look down at your feet, his gazing causing your heart to beat Rapidly in your chest.
"How did the discussion with my father fare?" you question as you walk towards your bunnies' cage needing the distance. "It went smoothly," Jacaerys responds with a smile, trailing behind you, like a dog on an invisible leash. "I am glad to hear that," you respond bending down to place your bunny in the cage with your other two. "He agreed to my proposal of 700 men and to support my mother's claim as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne."
"That is well," you remark with a smile as you place your bunny inside the cage. "He has also consented..." he pauses, kicking dirt under his feet, "to allow me to wed his eldest daughter, provided she agrees of course." His words cause you to freeze in place. You let out a quiet sigh as you close the cage gate. Standing up slowly, you face Jacaerys, but your expression lacks the same joy as his. Jacaerys hurries to rectify the situation. "I apologize if I misunderstood, I-" he begins, but you interrupt him. "-No, you did not," you interject, shaking your head.
“I am a bastard," you confess solemnly. "None in my family carry the Targaryen name, but my hair..." you pause, running your fingers through the silver strands. "Speaks for itself." Jacaerys remains silent, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for you to speak further. "They believe I am unaware, that I am not-" you stop, inhaling deeply "I cannot wed you in good consciousness knowing this." You admit,” It is sacrilegious, and unhonest” you state. The look on Jacaery's face is enough to break your heart in two alone.
“Understand that it is no fault of you're own” you rush out. “I am, just indecent” you confess with a sad smile, your head falling slightly.
“indecent?”Jacaerys scoffs walking closer, bridging the distance between you. He gently takes your hand, and you find yourself melting at his touch.
"Do you desire marriage?" Jacaerys questions, his thumb tracing over your palm as he tilts his head slightly to study your face. questioning was genuine, Jacaerys would respect your response regardless of his feelings.
The warmth of his touch spreads through you leaving you at a loss for words."If you do, Desire Marriage, I vow to construct a stable solely for you, and your creatures.” he says catching a glimpse of a smile on your face. “Your bunnies and horses, sheep, pigs, cats, whichever you desire!" he teases, his playful tone eliciting a laugh from you.
It was in that moment he settled never to witness you in sorrow. It was the bond between you, a connection that made you feel so familiar, so at ease with him from the beginning. "Wed me," he declares, looking down at you with eyes brimming with nothing but affection.
~~~~
"It's here," Jacaerys murmured, pressing against the stone wall. In an instant, the wall shifted, unveiling the interior of his chamber. Jacaerys strolled through, offering his hand to guide you. Once inside, Jacaerys pushed the wall back into position. As you explored his spacious room, admiring the decor. "How many maidens have you led through that passage?" you teased, a touch of seriousness in your tone, eyeing the wall you had just traversed.
"Only my wife," Jacaerys responded from behind you. "You know that," he added, his voice a soft hum against your neck. There was a moment of silence as you surveyed the grand room, "Where will my bunnies reside?" you quipped, eliciting a hearty laugh from Jacaerys. "In the stable, I promised to construct for my wife," he hummed, planting a kiss on the outer shell of your ear.
"Soon to be wife," you corrected.
"No," he disagreed, his warm breath caressing your neck. You felt his member poking you from behind. "We've already consummated our marriage," Jacaerys said, unraveling the laces of your dress with one hand and exploring your body with the other. "Several times," he chuckled to himself.
"You have to be married to consummate a marriage," you countered with a laugh, turning your head to meet his lips.
"I married you the moment I laid eyes on you," he mumbled against your mouth before turning your body around so you were to face him.
You laughed at Jacaerys' absurdity, a common occurrence when you two were in bed. Without you realizing it, he had loosened all the laces, leaving your top half bare with the dress hanging below like a skirt.
"it is sinful how much I need you," Jacaerys said, dropping to his knees before you. Planting kisses along your stomach. "The future mother of my children," he continued, showering you stomach with affection. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, but his touch sent shivers down your spine. With a firm tug, he removed your dress completely, leaving you exposed to him. He gazed at you intently, taking a deep breath before resting his chin on your stomach. "I love you," he confessed with a whisper, looking up at you with adoration, his hands gripping your torso.
His declaration sent a surge of electricity through your body, momentarily weakening your limbs. Jacaerys held you steady with a smile. "I love you too," you managed to reply before he swiftly carried you to his bed. Gently placing you on a mound of pillows, causing you to giggle. "Say it again," Jacaerys demanded, hovering over you as if ready to pounce. "That I love you?" you teased, eliciting a wide grin from him. "Yes," he nodded, eagerly awaiting your response.
"I am deeply in love with Prince Jacaerys," you whispered seductively in his ear, sitting up with your arms behind you. Jacaerys seized your lips in a fervent kiss, removing his tunic before pushing you back onto the bed, quickly throwing off his pants. “I’d like to show you my love,” he hummed slowly, kissing down your torso before pausing at your pelvis. “What are you doing?” You giggled, kicking at his chest with your feet. “I have been reading,” Jacaerys hummed, parting your knee. “On how to please a woman,” he continued, gazing down at your bare cunt. “You please me fine,” you smiled shyly, slipping your hand into his hair.
“Only fine?” Jacaerys taunted, trailing a finger down your leg, causing you to laugh and instinctively close your legs. “Keep them open” Jacaerys requested with a smirk. “Do you trust me?” Jacaerys asked his finger sliding through your folds. You arch your back in response making him smile. “Do you?” He teases collecting your juices on his finger. you nod feverishly. Jacaerys eagerly positioned himself between your legs, holding one back with his hand.
He began with gentle kitten licks on your clit, causing you to release soft moans. Your reactions spurred Jacaerys on, as he fervently licked over your clit with a heavy tongue, causing your breath to catch in your chest St the new sensation. He then buried himself beneath you. You moaned loudly, clawing at the bed as Jacaerys alternated between sucking hard on your clit and licking along your lips. In the throes of pleasure, you pushed Jacaerys' head against you, grinding yourself on his mouth. He hummed against your cunt, prompting you to release a loud moan that echoed off the chamber walls,
You had become a wailing mess above him, riding his face with abandon. Suddenly, Jacaerys seized control, pushing your legs back forcefully and holding them in place with his strength. He devoured your sex like a man possessed as if his very life depended on your pleasure. In a haze of lust, you found yourself screaming his name in Ecstasy. Even after you climaxed, he didn't stop. "Stay still," Jacaerys groaned, as you writhed beneath him. Eventually, overwhelmed by the intensity, you physically pushed him away. rising from the space between your legs in a daze. He moved back on top of you, the gleam of your desire evident on his face, his hair tousled and clinging to his cheeks.
“Did you enjoy it” Jacaerys inquired, gazing down at you with a playful grin. “I did” he continues with a smile wiping his face with the back of his hand. Unable to respond verbally due to the intensity of your climax, you nod reaching up to embrace him before planting a kiss on his lips. "Allow me to do it again?" he begged nuzzling into the curve of your neck. “I did not remember to use my fingers” he groaned. “you faired well without them” you reply breathlessly underneath him.
"However..." you trailed off, your finger tracing down his bicep. "I still desire all of my husband," you murmured with a smirk. He lifted his head, a grin spreading across his face at the mention of the word husband. "That can be arranged," he said with a chuckle before leaning in to kiss you. With his weight pressing down on you, you could feel his full length against you, and your core yearned to be connected with him once more. Just as you thought he would enter you, Jacaerys slid his member over your lips, teasing your clit.
"inside me," you moan, writhing beneath him. "Patience," Jacaerys huffs, holding your leg in place. "I want to savor the feeling of you," he groans, moving back and forth between your lips, the sensation causing him to shudder. "For when you're not with me," he adds, finally entering you. A mutual moan escapes both of you upon contact, Jacaerys allowing you a moment to adjust before withdrawing and thrusting back in. Starting at a painfully slow pace, he then adjusts slightly, using his arm to forcefully bring you down onto him, supporting himself with his free one. You throw your head back in ecstasy, emitting a loud moan as you move your hips against his repeatedly.
Suddenly, Jacaerys' thrusts begin to decelerate, prompting you to open your eyes and assess the situation. "I-" Jacaerys struggles to speak, his eyes rolling back. "-I won't last," he manages to say, still slowly moving inside you. "It's alright," you murmur, pushing yourself onto him faster, your neediness only arousing him further. Jacaerys repositions you again so he's lying back on the bed with you straddling him.
Still, within you, you eagerly move against his manhood “Still” Jacaerys groaned, gripping your waist firmly while pushing himself deeper inside you. His thumb on your clit moved in circular motions. "Does this please you?" he inquired as you ground yourself against him. You nodded enthusiastically, increasing your pace as you began to ride him fully. Jacaerys maintained his thumb on your clit and his hand on your waist as he thrust into you. With the sensation of his thumb circling your clit and his size inside you, you felt your climax approaching rapidly, knowing Jacaerys was close as well. You rode him with determination as if your very life depended on it. Jacaerys seemed to want to speak, but words eluded him. He threw his head back in ecstasy, and you followed suit, the fur blankets beneath you shifting as you both reached the peak of pleasure
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The two of you lay in bed, fingers intertwined, savoring the spark that passed between you. "I must depart come morning," you murmur, gazing down at your joined hands. "I am not prepared to be without you," Jacaerys replies, kissing your intertwined fingers. "The gods know I would remain if I could," you say, rolling onto your stomach. "But my brother awaits to take me home, and since he keeps our... affairs a secret," you pause, playfully flicking Jacaerys' lip with your finger, "it would not be wise to go against him.” you Add .
"I do not know what my father would do if he found out he’d-" you start to say, but Jacaerys interrupts, pulling you closer. "He will not discover us" he reassures, kissing you deeply. "You are truly insatiable," you laugh pulling away.ll "I will miss you more than you know," Jacaerys confesses. "I believe I know," you reply with a smile. Jacaerys shakes his head. "It's different, you carry my child with you..”
Jacaerys!" You cry out, "I do not desire for us to bring forth a child outside of marriage," you declare, striking his chest. "That is sacrilegious," you state firmly. "I am sacrilegious, a bastard," Jacaerys reminds you, his words teasing your neck. "Do you still long for me?" He questions with a chuckle kissing your neck. "You carry my child, I am certain of it," he says with a playful smile. Despite your attempts to resist, you find yourself drawn to the idea of bearing his children. However, a sense of dread washes over you as you realize how entirely possible that you may have conceived a child together. "My future heir," Jacaerys murmurs, placing his hand on your stomach.
"I hope some of our children inherit your hair," Jacaerys absentmindedly remarks, running his fingers through your silver curls. Lost in thought, you ponder what your family would think. "What should I tell them?" You inquire. "For now, nothing. But if necessary, we shall announce our marriage once the war is concluded, as your father wished," Jacaerys says, caressing your cheek. "Or we could wed in secret, and you could reside with me at Dragonstone," he jests, eliciting a chuckle from you.
"After the war?" You question, gazing up at him. "After the war," Jacaerys confirms, leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.
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