Includes: Duncan the Tall, Daeron Targaryen, Aerion Targaryen, Valarr Targaryen x f!reader
Summary: How they’d be with an easily jealous wife
Warnings: NSFW 18+ work includes smut, I am not responsible for the media you consume.
A/N: Request from @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom, sorry this took so long!!
Dunk would be oblivious until you straight up told him that him talking to any fair maidens bothered you. He would never mean to irritate or upset you, and he wouldn’t know the ladies were flirting with him either, he truly believed they wanted to know “how a sword works.” He’d think you’d taken ill when you ignored him for a week, or that you were just on your moonblood. He simply would not come to the conclusion on why you were mad on his own. He’d pick up on your vexation eventually, he wasn’t that unaware, but try as he might, he’d be unable to find the reason. You probably wouldn’t be the one to tell him, too. He’d have to rely on Egg to slap him upside the head and knock some sense into him. “If you ever anger your wife, ser, you need to beg for forgiveness, whether you’re right or wrong. Honestly, you’d think you were the child here.” It might earn him a clout to the ear, but Dunk would get the idea. He never realized that was the reason for your outrage because Dunk would find it ridiculous that you would ever be afraid he’d cheat on you, or even look lustfully upon another woman! This man needs you more than air, so he’d ask Lyonel for assistance on how to charm a woman and do everything he could to earn your favor and forgiveness. Make-up sex, people. Lots of make-up sex. It would take several rounds, and possibly several days for you to stop looking at him disdainfully after you’ve cum. He would not, under any circumstances, allow you to go down on him during this time unless you asked. He’d be between your sheets, between your tits, between your lips, anything you wanted. He’s a capital g GIVER. Safe to say he would never look another woman in the eyes again unless he was forced to.
Daeron is a manwhore, he always has been. Once he’s married to you, he’s not going to keep sleeping around, but some habits are hard to break, like flirting with his cupbearers. He doesn’t know how to show thankfulness properly, which is something that definitely needs to be talked about, but you don’t know every little thing about him! Especially if you’re newlyweds, so in retaliation, you’d keep the doors to your bedchambers locked. He can go to bed with the cupbearers he likes so much. Daeron has slept in many uncomfortable places throughout his life, but he’s going to be crying outside the door quietly and stay there the whole night. He’d wake up early so he’d see you as soon as you stepped out of the room, and he’d beg and plead for you to forgive him. He is not above doing anything to show how sorry he is. He would never, ever assume that you were overreacting, because he knows he’s a mess. Daeron would force himself to stop drinking, wanting to be alert and conscious for you, and he’d go through awful withdrawals. If you haven’t forgiven him at this point, you’d find him sitting against your door waiting, resisting the urge to vomit. He really needs a drink. You berate him for being such a fool and going cold turkey off of the wine, but he’d disagree. “This is all worth it, my love. At least you’re looking at me again.” The night ends with his head between your legs, not necessarily eating you out, he could just be kissing all over your thighs and mumbling apologies. Who needs the alcohol when he could just get drunk on your cunt?
Aerion does not apologize. The dragon ought never lose, so why should he say sorry that you misread a situation between him and a whore at Ashford? She offered her services, he engaged in conversation for under a minute, and declined! He did the right thing! But all you saw from your high horse was him smiling at another woman, a prostitute, no less. You’d have to be around him constantly for appearances, and you had to share chambers, so you couldn’t close your doors like with Daeron. What you could close was your legs. Aerion was getting frustrated. He hadn’t bedded you in what felt like decades. An heir was not expected yet, you were both young and marriage still fresh, but fuck’s sake, he missed the sex. He missed the way you moaned, the way you arched for him, the way you kissed him. You slept in the same bed as him, but you wouldn’t let him so much as trace your perfect skin. The poor man had to resort to keeping your used smallclothes from the maids and holding them to his face while he pleasured himself. If you were going to be petty, so was he. He would not relent, he had sworn it. And he did uphold this promise, for about a week. He tried so hard, really, he did, but Aerion can’t not be inside you for so long. It was torture. “Wife. I hereby decree I will never entertain any other woman. Ever. Which you should already know I would not and have not done, but we can’t all be sharp. If you wish for me to arrange for that whore to be slaughtered, I will see it done.” This was his way of taking accountability. A reparation seeded with insult and belittlement, tied together with a thinly-veiled threat, just not toward you. It was shite, yet it was also the closest thing to “I’m sorry” anyone ever got from him. He wouldn’t even look at you, focused on staring at the walls or the furniture, his cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink. Aerion had never swallowed his pride for the sake of someone technically beneath him. He was going to have to work on his apologies for when he fucked up in the future, but you let him off this time with a very strong warning.
Valarr hates himself when he sees you’re upset. He’d only talked to another lady of the court in passing, she’d fawned over him as all the ladies do, and he’d politely found a way to excuse himself, as he always does. Unlike Dunk, he doesn’t need anyone to tell him you’re upset, he’ll notice every minuscule reaction from you. Since he’s such a sweetheart, you dont stop letting him bed you, you know how important an heir is, but there’s no passion. You don’t kiss him. You don’t let him hold you in the aftermath. You don’t let him take care of you once it’s over. Valarr will be king one day, he must be strong in the face of conflict, but he’ll become the most pathetic man ever to get you to like him again. You never really stopped liking him, per se, but you were sad! You buried yourself in conversation with your ladies-in-waiting, you spent time with the smaller children, you even had Aerion try and teach you how to wield a sword. Anything you could do to get away from Valarr. He’d give you gifts, arrange for your family to visit, make a point to speak with you whenever the opportunity presented itself, but you stayed cold. You bristled when he touched you, snapped at him for no reason, brushed off his affections. Valarr is not a confrontational person. We saw that when he said “Begone, Ser Duncan,” in the saddest and sweetest voice ever, but your ignorance would push him. “Must you torture me like this? I have apologized, I have begged, I have tried to appease you, and you still won’t look at me as you used to. It ruins me, wife. I can hardly focus without you by my side, and to know you dislike me so is tearing me apart. Tell me what to do. I will do it. Please.” It’s only after you see how broken he is that you forgive him. You can consider the lesson learned when he’s whining that night against your lips for more of you.
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