Imagine having a secret child with Jaime Lannister.
The child was born with infamous Lannister hair. All along, you and Jaime had been hoping that the shade would match yours, so that people would not catch on - so that Cersei would not know. So that Jaime would not be stripped of his title, the only thing that her, perhaps, loved more than you.
The midwife, the one in all of the Seven Kingdoms who was best known for her discretion, looked from you, to the child, then over to Jaime who had stolen away to be here. You didn’t know where people thought that he was. But he was here, and he had been standing in the corner of the room, watching. Waiting with bated breath that only let out when you saw those curls against the sunlight streaming through the window.
“She’s beautiful,” Jaime said finally, coming and standing by you as the midwife bathed the child. A strong cry emerged from those little lungs, the only thing that gave you relief.
You took Jaime’s hand, and he squeezed yours in return and put a daring, very risky kiss on your sweaty forehead. “She looks like you,” You said, looking up into his bright eyes. He nodded. Yes - yes, she did. “Are you - do you think -?” You were at a loss for words.
“We’ll have to be careful. But we will get through this,” Jaime said, his strong jaw set. “I’m not going to let another child of mine slip through the cracks.”
The Ask and the Answer {Jaime Lannister x Female!Reader Oneshot NSFW}
Requested by: @mrs-blooooom
Wordcount: 2146
Summary: You and Jaime Lannister have the Throne Room all to yourself for a little while.
Notes: Oral, Roleplay.
You had yourself a very bad habit that would be frowned upon by the King without a doubt. That habit of sneaking into the Throne Room and sitting by the windows, looking out upon the city. It was a view that could not be beat. The reason you got away with it was because the main guardian of the room was Jaime Lannister himself. Now that was still a secret - your flirtations with the Queen’s very handsome brother. The blonde knight, with his golden-tinged hair and his charming smile, the one who tended to sit beside you during feasts or would accompany you on rides throughout King’s Landing when you had errands to run outside of the castle. Just a man doing his job, feigning annoyed glances towards his sister but making many flirty remarks when it was just the two of you. Sometimes he would play hard to get, like now, when he was trying not to look at you because if he did, it was his duty to tell you to leave the room. Standing firm, eyes straight ahead while you danced around him teasingly, your skirts riding up near your knees which made him want to look so badly.
“Why are you doing this to me,” He grumbled, closing his eyes as he saw the flash of skin in his periphery. His stance slightly widened, a struggle not to take in the very sight of you. A temptation that he found very difficult to ignore.
“Doing what?” You asked, moving to be in front of him. Taunting him like this was your favorite thing to do, especially when you were able to get a rise out of him.
“Being you,” He said, bringing a sweet smile to your face. You decided to give him a moment’s reprieve, putting a halt on your dancing to go and stand near the throne, not daring to touch it. It had such revenance, such power behind all of the swords that were melted down to make the piece.
“I wouldn’t know how to be anyone else,” You said, which made you start to think. Start to wonder. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be King?”
“No,” Jaime said, knowing that if he had said yes, he might be tried for treason. “I’m happy in my position in the King’s guard.”
“Even if that means that you get nothing?” You asked, feeling for him even if he could not feel for himself. He was put in a very difficult place, Jaime. Protecting his family, his sister and his nieces and nephews, and getting little back in return. No land, no children - and no wife, which was why any sort of flirting with him was just teasing because nothing could ever come of it. It was a cruel, cruel world.
“I wouldn’t say I have nothing,” He said, the hint of a smirk coming over his cheek. “I would rather this than being married to a Tully.”
Right - becoming a member of the Kingsguard had ruined Tywin’s plans for his son. But the Tully’s loss was your benefit. He wasn’t likely to have ever looked at you if he had been married. You never would have met, in fact.
“That’s fair,” You said, looking over to him and then back on the throne. “You would look amazing with a crown though, Ser Lannister.”
“Don’t,” he sighed, still trying to avoid looking over at you. “You’re going to have my head on the chopping block if you keep putting thoughts in my head.”
“Do you ever sit in it - when you’re alone in here?” You questioned with a purr.
“Lady y/l/n....” He said, struggling to keep composure. You could swear that he was starting to blush over there. Under that lightly-tanned skin of his, blood was evident. You could see it rushing to his face. “I need you to stop.”
But the fact that he wasn’t looking at you just spurred you on. “You’ve got to try it at least once, come on, no one is due in here for a while.”
Oh you could see the temptation on his face. He did look over to the throne, and then straight back towards the doors like a good guard. You didn’t ask a second time, instead you went and sat down by the throne, touching the arms of it. The Iron Throne. Your fingers went against one of the swords, going down it, the cold steel. It hardly looked like a comfortable seat but it was a powerful one.
“Maybe just the once,” He said, giving in to you the way that he always did. Jaime always was a bit of a bad boy, even for a Knightsguard. You moved to the side a touch while he walked up to the throne. Like you, he touched it, feeling the metal beneath his hand before he finally took a seat in it, settling back, his armor making more noise than he had intended as it fell back - steel to steel.
He really did look like a King on the throne, all he was missing was a Kingdom - but you could at least provide a little of that. You rolled yourself up to your knees in a way that might ruin your dress. You could fix it later. When you were in the heat of a moment, nothing else mattered. Only Jaime did right now. And making him feel like the King that he was in your eyes.
“Oh, King Jaime,” You said, making sure to keep your voice down so no one passing by may hear. “I’m just a poor citizen of the city. Living in shambles. I would do anything for to help me. Give anything.”
Jaime smirked a little, his shoulders settling into a stern position as he got into his role. Or maybe he just liked the sound of you begging.
“If you’re living in shambles, you have nothing to offer me,” He said, looking down on you. Weirdly, that was really arousing too. You started at the foot of his boots, starting to touch there, before desperately moving your hands up his shapely calves onto his knee. His golden-colored hand was resting on one of them while the other was holding onto the armrest of the chair. The hand was cold. The side of your own hand touched it while you ran your palms over his knees.
“But there is something that I can offer you, sire...” You said, scooching forward even more until your chest was pressed against his knees. He raised an eyebrow, not catching on. You had never been so forward before. But you were getting tired of dancing around the point. Actual intercourse was out of the question. You were in too high a position to just end up pregnant without there being a hundred rumors that you would have to address. And you had no answers to. So this - this was what you could do. You had heard about how men go crazy for it - time to test it yourself.
“And what’s that?” He asked. You moved your hands further up his thighs, licking your lips. He looked both intrigued - and a little worried. His eyes kept flickering from you to the door.
“My mouth,” You said, quietly, leaning down to start to kiss his leggings, feeling his leg beneath the fabric. Those thick, strong thighs that already had your mouth watering.
“We can’t. I can’t,” He said, attempting to get onto his feet. You didn’t let him. You pushed down on his thighs so that he was forced back down. Not that he was trying too hard. He was pliant beneath your hands. “What if someone walks in? If someone sees-”
“Doesn’t that add to the excitement of it all?” You asked. “I should move quicker... just in case.”
He groaned as your hands went up higher, past his false hand, to go to the laces that kept his trousers in place. You pulled at one of the strings, making it all fall loose. “Y/n....” He warned.
“I think we have a couple of minutes,” You whispered. “So we should start...” You tugged on the fabric slowly. Trying to bring it down, down, down so you could see what was underneath. He sprung out, already as hard as that false hand of his. The one that he was so insecure about. But he was not insecure about what hung between his legs.
“If you keep paying more attention to the door, I’m going to start to get offended,” You said with a smirk, taking in the sight of him. And then added on hastily, “-my King.”
“You’re going to need to distract me,” He breathed. You agreed with that, and started on the most obvious way how. You wrapped your hands around him, needing both of them to take the length. He moaned beneath your touch, just like that. It was a sound you haven’t heard come out of him before. It was arousing. That and the way that his mouth fell open. The way that his jaw jutted out to give him an overbite as he took in all of the feelings that you were making him experience.
“Take it,” He said, turning into someone else in front of your eyes. “Take it before someone sees - oh Gods-”
You licked at the tip teasingly. One of his hands started to go through your intricate hairstyle, messing it up in a way that would be noticed but you weren’t worried about a thing at the moment. But his other hand, the one that he was so self-conscious about - you could see him pulling it back.
You stopped him while wrapping your mouth around him. You grabbed his arm where the stump turned into metal. You pulled it gently so that it would be resting on your shoulder now. You popped your lips off of him with an audible sound."Both hands, my King. I want you to feel every little bit of how much I ... need you.”
It wasn’t even an act anymore. You felt like you really did. You started to really put in an effort, keeping eye contact with his gorgeous dark brown eyes. Bobbing your head forwards and backwards as you really tried to take as much of him in as possible. Your breath was coming out of your nose in moans. You weren’t able to go too far but what you could take, Jaime was appreciating. His head fell back against the throne, taking in the sight of the gold of the hand against the rich colors of your dress, and appreciating the view that he had down the front of it.
He groaned as you started to take more and more of him into your mouth. Not all of the way. Only the experienced girls could but you weren’t getting any complaints out of him.
It didn’t take him long - it just have been a while since he recieved any sort of stimulation. “I’m going to - I’m gonna-” You sucked in your cheeks, really hollowing out the space in your mouth so there was only room for him. It made him shudder, made a shiver go up his spine. It sent him over the edge. He ejaculated into your mouth and you got your first taste of something from him other than his lips. Bitter. Warm. You swallowed it down.
Just in time too. You could hear the sound of guards coming towards the door. Someone was coming in, and since it was the throne room, it could only be the King.
You hurried to your feet, wiping the corners of your mouth to make sure that there was nothing there. Jaime jumped off of the throne, retying his trouser strings. When that proved to troublesome, he pulled down his breastplate as much as he could to cover it before getting back into position.
“And that is all that Tyrion has sent me to tell you, Ser Jaime,” You said, tucking a stray curl behind your ear, pretending to be in conversation as the doors opened and the King walked in, followed by his guards.
“Thank you, Lady y/n,” Jaime said stiffly. You took no offense, that was the way that you kept this all so secret. “Is that all?”
You were reading into that a little too much, perhaps. Rolling your tongue around in your mouth, feeling the eyes of the guards on you, you shook your head. Only Jaime was in front of you, the rest behind. They couldn’t see the smile that you were giving to the Lannister.
“Only for now,” You said, before bowing your head. You turned and faced the King, gave him a bow of your head and left the room, hands held in front of you.
Imagine walking into a pub and seeing a drunk Jaime Lannister.
The pub smelled strongly of ale, rather than the wine that the noble families drank. You had been sent to look for Jaime Lannister, for his sister wanted his attention immediately. You were quick to go, for as one of her handmaidens, punishment would be severe if you were turn up late or empty-handed.
This was the second pub that you were in, and immediately your eyes went straight to the golden Lannister hair, wellknown throughout the Seven Realms for it’s brightness and luster.
“Aye, y/n! Never thought I’d see you in a place like this!” The man smiled charmingly. You smiled hesitantly in return then approached, eyes downward to the floor in embarrassment as you had to come closer to the men he was drinking with.
“Sir Jaime, your sister is requesting your presence at once.” You said, giving a little curtsy as you were taught to do.
“Look up at me,” He asked. You did so, raising your chin to catch eye contact. You inhaled sharply as the smell of the ale grew stronger as his face grew nearer to yours and pressed a kiss at the corner of your lips. Then he whispered, “Tell her to come and get me herself.”
“But-” You started, but he silenced you with another peck.
“Today - is not a day for her.” He said, raising his mug skyward, sloshing some ale onto his pants. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him today but it was sure to be trouble for everyone.
Imagine Jaime Lannister seeing a portrait of you and thinking you’re the most beautiful woman in the nine realms.
The artist made a big deal of the portrait that was being set up. It was for an auction and everyone who was important in the Nine Realms was there to see what was up for sale. is artist in particular had hung a heavy sheet over the painting, preserving it from the sunlight until it was time for the big reveal. It brought about an air of mystery that intrigued everyone.
“And may I reveal to you, the portrait of the fair lady y/n.” The artist said, and threw down the sheet. There was much applause as the picture was revealed. Quite a few oohs and ahhs as well and the bidding started, growing higher and higher.
Jaime was on the edge of his seat, staring at the portrait. At the beautiful coloring of your eyes, the way that the skin seemed to shine and look so realistic that he could reach out and touch it. The way that your mouth curled up in a smile.
He knew then that he would do anything to get the artist alone. Arrest him if he had to, just to find out more about you.
