To be honest I think I should phone in sick to work tomorrow. I let it slide with Baelor, but I really think I need a day off to process what’s just happened to my favourite dark haired prince
I'm still trying to gather my thoughts about episode one, as I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it, but one thing is for sure: Harry Collett did an amazing job playing Jace! I hope he gets so many job opportunities after this, because he did a fantastic job and deserves all the flowers💐
•A Drop Of Understanding, Armistice, Reckoning (Daeron x F wife reader)
Your arranged marriage to the drunken prince feels doomed from the start. Though eventually true feelings build and real effort occurs it still may not be enough. (See content tags in each fic!) (loving refereed to as the fail husband series)
•A Second Wife & A First Love (Maekar Targaryen X F Wife reader, Daeron Targaryen X F Reader) (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)
Maekar, who would have preferred not to marry for a second time finds himself warming to you as he sees you establish rapport with Daeron. He suggests you exploit Daeron’s interest in you to lead him down a more functional path. That exploration puts you in quite the difficult predicament as your feelings grow for both father and son.
•Influence (Modern Daeron x F reader)
You’re Aerion’s assistant (and sleeping with him). When Aerion’s streaming job sets up shop in Summerhall Daeron sees the way his brother is overworking and under appreciating you!
Sundering (Daeron X F maid reader) (no smut)
After watching Daeron be injured during the trial of seven you cannot let your feelings just continue on without being addressed. For both of your sake.
✨if you’d like to be tagged in any future Daeron fics let me know and I’ll add you to the taglist✨
*always accepting requests but never making promises for when they’ll be fulfilled*
So zendaya pitched the idea of a sober rue being a surrogate to pay off her drug debts which would have been very interesting to see because what is the point to any of it?
Honestly that storyline would have been more realistic and interesting than whatever is happening now😂
At this point I’m 99% convinced Euphoria will end with Rue tripping while high or on a come down, or Lexi writing her show, because wtf is happening? How did we go from high school drama to drug wars, nearly every female character working in the sex industry, to Nate getting cut into little bits?
Sam Levinson, I judge you anyway but this is insane work😭
Yet now you were one of the most hated people on Dragonstone.
Fell so deeply into it.
Your mother's death is what led you to Dragonstone; she was a worker in a brothel and died from complications from going into labour early, leaving you completely alone in the world. She had beautiful dark eyes and a head of full, thick red hair. Before passing away, your mother never named your father, but your pale complexion, silvery hair, and lilac eyes led most people to believe he was a Targaryen.
When news spread that Queen Rhaenyra was looking for Targaryen bastards to become dragon riders, you decided it was a cause worth risking your life for; either die by dragon fire or succumb to illness or starvation living on the streets of King's Landing.
The gods spared you that day, and you successfully claimed a dragon, as did two older men, Ulf and Hugh, and a younger man called Addam.
As soon as the bond between you and the golden-scaled dragon was made, your life changed forever; it was intense. War had already begun, and unlike Hugh and Ulf, you were keen to learn everything you could about House Targaryen and all its history. You sought to understand both the good and the bad.
It was all so innocent.
You were still a bastard, and although being a dragon rider gave you a great sense of pride and you formed a bond with a magnificent creature, it would never change the way most people viewed you.
A lowborn.
A nobody.
But the queen's eldest son, Prince Jacaerys, was one of the few who never looked down on you; he was kinder than most and would help you absorb the vast amount of information he had spent his life learning. The prince would join you in the library when possible and would escort you to the dragon mount so that Vermax and your dragon could fly together.
He had a way of always making you feel heard and important.
There were times when he confided in you.
“From the day I was born, Alicent has been telling anyone who would listen that I am a bastard.”
You roll your eyes at him, something the prince wasn’t accustomed to. “There is a difference, my prince; you are the son of the queen, the heir to the throne, our future king. It is treasonous and punishable by death to call you a bastard, whereas a dragonseed is open to any label. Bastard, bitch, whore.”
Jacaerys frowns. “Well, the next man or woman who says such a thing to you will face the wrath of Vermax.”
Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut.
The first time you went dragon riding alone was a terrifying experience. You had travelled too far from Dragonstone and almost came face to face with Prince Aemond on Vhagar. He pursued you from the waters of Blackwater Bay to Dragonstone; however, your dragon was significantly younger and quicker than the war-hardened she-dragon.
Aemond only withdraws when he spots Rhaenyra standing with five dragons behind her. Syrax, Vermithor, Silverwing, Vermax, and Moondancer.
Upon your return to the castle walls, you receive instructions to attend a meeting with the queen's council. Aemond was brazen enough to fly to Dragonstone, yet the fault was yours. Most of the lords in the room, none of whom have ever ridden a dragon themselves, believe that you are to blame for this situation.
The meeting turned into an overwhelming interrogation, and the moment you could leave, you returned to your bedchamber.
As the day drew into night, you sat on the bed cuddling a pillow close to your chest when there was a knock at the door. You leap to your feet to look more appropriate, but Prince Jacaerys enters before you can.
Your hair was wild and unbraided, your cheeks flushed red, and your eyes swollen from crying. Fortunately, the nightgown you were wearing was sufficiently modest to prevent you from revealing an excessive amount of skin.
“My Prince, I apologise for being dressed inappropriately, but I wasn’t aware you were coming.”
The door closes, leaving the two of you alone in the room. You feel a tightness in your throat waiting for him to speak, but Jacaerys pulls you into his embrace and holds onto you tightly, even when you begin to sob on his shoulder.
All because I liked—
The battle of the gullet was the most harrowing day of your life, second only to your mother's death. So many dead on both sides; however, it remained a win for Queen Rhaenyra, but it almost came at too high a cost.
While attempting to save his youngest siblings, Jacaerys was fired upon by crossbows, and Vermax was struck twice in the one wing and fell into the water. With both dragon and rider vulnerable and struggling to get away, Addam burns the closest ships while you unstrap the harness and leap into the water, freeing Jacaerys, who had been struck twice, and keep him afloat until the men on Lord Corlys's ship were able to pull him aboard.
Queen Rhaenyra was so grateful that she legitimised Addam of Hull, making him Addam Velaryon, and she made you a Targaryen. But before it was made official, you were taken aback when Rhaenyra wanted to know why you did what you did.
“Why did you risk your life to save my son’s?”
“I would have done it for any one of the dragon riders, your grace.”
She raises her brows questionably; she wasn’t satisfied with that answer.
“Prince Jacaerys is kind, and I believe he will be known as one of the realm’s greatest kings one day.”
Rhaenyra draws her lips together in a small smile, seemingly lost in thought for a brief moment before she speaks again. “My son is quite taken with you, as is his betrothed, Princess Baela.”
—
As the weeks progressed, you found yourself spending more time by the prince's side, maintaining your routine similar to what it was before the Battle of the Gullet. However, when Daemon and Rhaenyra finally reclaimed King's Landing, you hardly saw the prince, not that you expected to see him often, as he spent his days attending to various duties as the heir.
With a few of Aegon’s loyalists still remaining a threat, the dragon riders would take turns patrolling the city, keeping an eye out for any possible attacks. When you return one morning to swap over with Addam, there are two members of the queen's guard waiting for you.
Your mouth had gone completely dry by the time you reached the throne room. The room is empty aside from the queen and her guards.
“I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve summoned you here?”
“In truth I am unsure, your grace.” Your voice shakes with nerves as you ask, “Have I done something wrong?”
“Prince Jacaerys will be returning to Dragonstone on the morrow and intends to be married by the end of the month…" She gives you a knowing look and waits to gauge your reaction. “The betrothal between Prince Jacaerys and Princess Baela has been dissolved by request of the prince.”
You fiddle with the only ring you own, one that belonged to your mother. You weren’t sure why the queen was telling you this in private, but you felt compelled to say something. “I’m sorry to hear that, your grace; they would have made a fine match.”
“They would have, but…” A small smile pulls on her lips. “My son wishes to follow his heart.”
All because I liked a boy.
Standing on the balcony overlooking the path leading up to the castle grounds, Jacaerys approaches you and wraps his arm around your waist.
“Does your unhappiness have anything to do with those sitting on my council?” he sighs.
Following your marriage to Jacaerys in a small ceremony at the Red Keep, you departed for Dragonstone on Dragonback. Jacaerys makes you happy, and you weren’t a fool; a Targaryen prince choosing to be with a former dragonseed over a princess was scandalous, but no matter how many ladies you smiled at or how much small talk you made, you still received nasty looks and poorly hidden whispers behind your back, mainly ones implying that you lost your maidenhead to the prince out of wedlock.
“I’m not unhappy per se… It’s just that we never even kissed until our wedding, and I feel as if I’m failing you because of the rumours.
“And if I ever find out who started them—”
Before he can finish the sentence, you cut him off with a gentle kiss. “You’ll feed them to Vermax for disrespecting my honour, I know, my prince. Even now, I continue to worry that we insulted the princess by acting so quickly—”
Jacaerys returns the favour and cuts you off with a kiss, only pulling away when he feels you are smiling. “Baela and I share a sibling bond, which is why she gave us her blessing. My mother, the queen, also gave us her blessing.”
“I feel guilt for caring so deeply for you when you were promised to another.”
“Our hearts never belonged to one another; she wishes to be with another as much as I wanted to be with you.”
You fall easily into his embrace, relishing the comforting warmth coming from his body. Fingers locked together, you give him a small smile, “I love you, Jace.”
“I love you, and I promise to spend every day from now on making sure you’re happy enough that no rumour will make you sad again.”
i have so many horny daeron thoughts, but the one i keep thinking about really lazy sex with him. doesn't have to be just when he's drunk, but maybe you're both sleepy and he's gently rutting into you from behind. or maybe it's just lazy him grinding his hard dick on you or you're grinding on his thighs. just sleepy, blissful, and lazy. soft movements and softer whimpers type shit.
Rating: NSFW
A/N: HEY MY BRAIN CELLS ARE SPARKING TODAY FINALLY. Also no me did not beta just hornt. Short and sweet hope you like!💛he’s tapping out like 2 dry o’s later and then wants to cry and cuddle and suck on boobs
Tags: pwp, established relationship, slight somno, multiple o’s, rutting, lazy indulgent mwah, Daeron’s super sopping wet needy noodle, sweet mornings hehe, very fluffy, extra pathetic seasoning, praise kink
You roused, eyes bleary and unfocused. You blinked a few times as the sun began to filter through the drapes. A familiar body was behind you, breathing slowed, his long arm draped over you.
You scrunched your eyes shut at the faint pangs of your head aching. A familiar throb resided within the apex of your thighs. Gods. You didn’t move, slowly coming to your senses.
You indulged in too much wine with Daeron last night. A rare occurrence as his ‘stuffy’ wife that had to manage Summerhall as Daeron couldn’t be arsed. Daeron nuzzled into your mussed hair, breathing slowed and occasionally hitching. His hand gripped your hip harder, long fingers digging into your flesh.
Seven hells.
You glanced down to his hand. Daeron was not awake, that was for sure. His eyes were closed, face blissful as he whined all tender and sweet, hips slowly rolling against your arse. Your cheeks flushed at feeling how dampened your shift was from however the hell long Daeron had been spending and leaking all over your arse. You’d kept him on a short leash lately— the prince was pent up.
Hm. Better than nightmares and tears. Even if this was a right mess.
Your cunt ached. You rolled back against his hard cock and earned a soft whimper of your name, his hips stuttering. Daeron gripped harder, voice soft and sleepy, “Love, mm- feel s’good. Need…” He broke off again as you gently rolled your arse against his throbbing cock.
Reaching down, you laced your fingers with Daeron’s. You hummed, brushing your thumb over his larger hand. Daeron huffed, jerked his hips with a desperate whimper. You indulged him a little longer before you had your own ideas surfacing. Your sweet, wayward prince was delightful like this. Not haunted, in the present, focused on pleasure and feeling good. You almost felt bad, you would’ve tended to his needs sooner. But Daeron’s sleepy mumbling and pretty moans threw that out the window.
Good things come to those who wait.
“Daeron.”
A jerk of his hips, his strong nose behind your ear.
“Daeron, sweetling, wake up.”
You reached behind you to give a gentle tug of his sandy hair— your husband gasping and going shock still. You peered over to meet his periwinkle eyes, a gentle smile on your heated face. This wasn’t the first time he’d needed to be locked away and worked out thoroughly— Daeron relaxed at your shrug and hum, looking less bewildered at the lack of judgement.
In a more conscious state your prince spoke, raspy and soft as he kissed at your throat. “Mm, I was having a good dream, albeit you were doing more than letting me rut at you like a green boy.”
His hand slipped up your shift, getting a good squeeze of your thighs. He moaned, lashes fluttering, pretty mouth hung open. Even with that dreadful scar from the accursed tourney, his sensual mood softened his edges, if he really had them much else besides to keep people at arm’s length.
“You needed it, green boy or not. You’ve soaked my shift beloved. That full up?”
He sighed, eyes closed as he murmured, breath fanning over your shoulder, his fingers fiddling with the ties. Daeron continued to rub his flush cock across the seed soaked fabric over your arse. He mumbled, “Mm, drags good, so soft, you’re so soft.”
Your lips quirked up as he whimpered, your hand adjusting his one feeling you up under your shift to your plush clit. You turned awkwardly to get at Daeron’s bitten lips, kissing, whispering, “Might drag better if you just slip in.” He whined outright as you pulled your defiled shift to your waist. You opened your thighs wide enough for Daeron’s leaking cock to nestle at the snug area where your thighs met and core leaked.
He whimpered, rutting a few times as Daeron gasped, moving faster.
“Fuck- dear- ah- ah- s’damn wet my love. Fuck, Gods.”
You slowed him down with a lazy kiss, tongues brushing against eachother in an age old dance. You stroked his arm as you hummed, “Take it in, no rush, it’s only the morn.” Daeron audibly swallowed, voice weak as he panted, “Wanna…mm, just stay here…” His eyes lolled.
Pretty boy.
Your eyes slipped shut as the blonde’s cockhead brushed your swollen bud. You cooed, gently leaning into his movements. “You can stay, we can lay here, make love, make a mess…my sweet prince.
Daeron’s hips slid back and forth as you lulled him into a state of mindless pleasure. Daeron kept it slow like you said— a few reminders now and then. He’d squeeze you, bury that handsome face against the nape of your name as he panted and mewled in dizzying relief.
“Love you, oh, oh- love, how I love you,” Daeron babbled and canted his hips upward. He whimpered and carried on as you made sure to draw his pleasure out. You got closer with every needy plea and whine from his lips. Such a cute little slut, all yours now.
You reached behind you, arching with a breathy moan, “Close, love you, keep going baby, keep going. Don’t you stop.”
He groaned, forehead pressing on your shoulder.
“I- nghhh- I dunno,” Daeron whispered, dark brows furrowing as he trembled, spilled more pre across your flushed lips. You had to turn back again, your husbands shaking hand at your cheek. You pecked his lips, amusement in your chest as he chased you with a displeased noise.
“Shh, I’m not going anywhere. Be a sweet baby and make me come, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he echoed, blinking glassy periwinkle eyes. His hair was messy, fucked truly. You smiled at him, instructing gently, “Mm, good boy, yeah, right there love, can you feel it?”
He groaned, circling his fingers.
“Can you feel me?” You asked again, more firm.
Daeron shuddered as you clenched around him, more of your own arousal and Daeron’s pre mixing together to create slick, heady noises. He rasped, eyes shutting with a mewl, tears welling in those lovely expressive eyes. He leaned towards your ear, voice wrecked, “So close, oh, I feel you, so tight baby, please don’t go…”
“Not going anywhere Dare.”
You smiled, feeling that precipice rise in your molten belly as Daeron lost more and more composure. You kissed him with heady intoxication, lapping into his warm mouth, tasting the spices lingering from that Dornish wine. His thumb continued to circle your most intimate parts, cock stimulating everything else. It was a tangle of limbs, moans, drawn out cries and euphoria in the morning haze.
Daeron huffed, holding you tight as he pled all sweet and saccharine. Nothing like an eldest prince, an heir. They were supposed to fuck and claim. Daeron was close enough to a boy whore from Oldtown who simpered and used his pretty cock for a lick of coin.
Well. He didn’t need coin. But your sweet prince loved affection and feeling bliss, not having to think so much.
“Please, longer, more, hurt s’all good,” Daeron slurred. His eyes were glassy, teary, his cheeks flushed and damp. You kissed his darkened lips again, arching as a line of pleasure rolled up your back.
Fine. Good things come to those who wait.
“Alright baby, yeah,” you breathed, meeting his eyes with delirious dilated pupils and a lazy grin, “We’ll sit here all afternoon until you’re crying for me to stop.”
He nodded, inhaling eagerly at the promise, cock spurting more against your heated flesh at the idea. You caressed his cheek, perfectly content with a day escaping the ever mounting friction outside of your chambers. Daeron pressed his lips to yours eagerly, tongue sliding in to lap for a few moments. He pulled back, the blonde breathing, “Yes, need that love, need you. Need you so bad.”
You cupped his cheek, eyes on his as you replied, “Go ahead darling, all you need. Wanna hear, feel, see how perfect you are. Do it for me.”
He whined ‘fuck’ before attaching himself to your throat— the day a reprieve and dedication to the pair of your own unfulfilled, long ignored needs. Daeron stiffened as you finally clenched hard as his oversensitive tip was caught in the vice of your cunt and thinks.. He sniffled, gasped, stiffened before crying out as hot spend splattered against your thighs and swollen intimates, flush and needy with arousal.
“Good boy, keep going, I think I’ll wait…”
Daeron laughed deliriously, pressing lush kisses to any exposed skin as the blonde returned to soft panting, moans, babbled and leisurely rutting.
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