#rottenbites

thank you to the lovely anon who sent in this request!!! i lost a bit of my sanity trying to translate the high valyrian… but we persevere!!!

winds roared outside the walls of dragonstone, salted water crashing up on the rocky banks as the western sky bled from vibrant oranges and pinks into a black ink spill. inside the runic castle, jacaerys velaryon, the queen’s heir, held onto his lady wife with a bruising grip, her beautiful moans cresting his ears as he rutted into her slick.

“look at you — such a good girl. so pliant and sweet for me.” sweet whimpers of ecstasy leave your lips, hitting jace straight in the gut as he continues his tirade of praise over your body.

“jace!” you squeal, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent moons in their wake. your husband only grins at your whines, speeding up his movements and hiking your legs higher until the sweetness of your moans grow louder in a crescendo.

brushing your hair off of your forehead, jace grips your cheek, his hold tender and soft, a warmth spreading in your body that only he can wield.

“ñuha gevie riña,” he whispers, smoothing his fingers down the expanse of your collarbone. his hands are a juxtaposition of themselves; one a bruising grip on your thigh, while the other flits softly down your skin, leaving you a speechless, blubbering mess. “nyke daor pāsagon iksā ñuhon.”

the high valyrian wraps around jace’s tongue like ivy on archaic stone, his words unknown to you, yet the softness of them leaving you to believe they’re nothing but praise. your hands move from his shoulders, cupping his face with the softness of the maiden as jace stares down at you lovingly, a sheen of love in his eyes.

“you’re mine,” he laments, holding onto you a little tighter. “and i love you so.”

ñuha gevie riña: my beautiful girl

nyke daor pāsagon iksā ñuhon: i cannot believe you are mine

this thought came to me as i tried to push my way through watching wuthering heights…

gwayne hightower is the epitome of what a knight should be. he’s caring, noble, and gentle to those who need him most. some would say, the gentlest touch he could ever deliver is when he is brushing the hair off of his lady wife’s shoulders, resting his hands on the supple skin before pressing delicate kisses to the back of her neck.

whispers are common in court, lords and ladies needing something to fuel the otherwise dull lives that they live. when word spread of ser gwayne’s marriage, noble ladies scoffed, fluttering their fans a little faster as their whispers came out as conspiratorial attacks.

“i heard she rarely speaks,” a lady manderly had whispered to her court companions, suppressing a sigh as your nimble and doe-like features crossed through her mind like a ship on water. “the girl is as timid as a mouse. most definitely not fit for a man in such high ranking.”

these whispers weren’t unknown to you, the prickly jabs and sickly sweet veiled insults cutting far more deeper than you’d have hoped. even gwayne’s sister, the dowager queen alicent, smiled at you thinly, raising her brow in silent judgement as she watched her brother usher you around with a hand on your lower back and comfort-filled whispers in your ear.

“don’t listen to them,” gwayne had told you one rainy night, a comb clasped in his palm as he brushed through your hair with the delicate hand most knights couldn’t produce. “i adore you so very dearly, my darling love. no one can hinder the way the muscle in my chest beats at the sound of your name.”

you sighed a sweet breath that went straight into gwayne’s veins, warming his blood and making him feel as though he was walking through sunshine. “they don’t believe i am a good fit for you.” the words came out in an airy whisper, your voice never raising more than a couple of octaves. “even your sister thinks i’m too meek in my speech, judging me behind her thinly veiled crowns and title.”

gwayne’s ministrations halted, the brush rooting itself into the mid section of your long tresses. with the delicacy of a sheet of silk, gwayne placed his hands on your shoulder, leaning down until his face was beside yours. his chin brushed your own, the softness of his lips placing themselves slowly and faintly on your cheek. with the agility of a swan gliding through water, gwayne pressed kisses all over your face, lips halting over your eyelid as a giggle breached through your lungs.

“my sister may be queen, but she’s a fool when it comes to her thoughts on you.” a soft kiss was laid on your brow, gwayne moving back to continue brushing your hair. few words were spoken between the two of you, yet that didn’t matter, for all gwayne required was your sweet presence.

aemond yearns for his wife, yet the gods seem to find a jest in keeping him away from her

content warnings: fem!reader, obsessive aemond, suggestive content

aemond could feel the red hot pulse of anger deeply root itself inside of his bones. he was irritated. vexed. disgruntled at the thought of not having you by his side. this morning had been one of pure bliss, aemond finding no other peace than waking up with his beautiful wife tangled in the sheets beside him. he had plans to ravish you, make you come more times than you could count. yet a swirl of light silver hair came barging into your shared chambers, helaena and aegon’s little darling jaehaera begging for time to spend with her favourite aunt.

“how can i say no to such a beauty?” you had cooed, sitting up against the pillows and pulling jaehaera into your lap. aemond found himself frowning as you brushed at her cheeks, tickling her stomach until the little girl giggled with delight. he wanted to be the one getting attention from you. wanted to be the one who you caressed with such deep care and love in your touch.

you had left to go get dressed with the princess, leaving aemond alone and annoyed. he sat in bed for what felt like a millennium, scowling at the ceiling as he tried his best to not think of you on top of him, leaving delicate kisses on his skin and praising him in the way he loved. aemond would never admit to anyone that he was pathetic for his wife, but it was true, and he yearned for the time stolen away from him where he could have you exactly how he liked.

for the rest of the day, aemond tried his luck at getting you alone. he tried catching you when the two of you went to break your fast with his family, attempting to sit beside you and tease you a bit under the table. yet when he walked into the dining hall, both jaehaera and jaehaerys had book ended your seat, giggling along with you as you made smiley faces out of their meat and eggs.

after his training, he tried to find you in helaena’s chambers, for he knew that you liked spending your time with his sister to do your needlework and read. when he approached the heavy oak doors, a guard let aemond know that you had taken the twins on a walk through the godswood, leaving helaena to put her other child maelor down for a nap and have some much needed alone time.

it was then that tyland lannister found aemond in the hall, reminding him of the council meetings they had to attend to for the next couple of hours. feeling that simmering rage in his gut almost boil over, aemond stalked through the halls towards the council room, not even focusing on tyland’s quick steps behind him as he tried to catch up with the princes quick strides.

all aemond targaryen wanted was to be buried in between his wives thighs, lapping at her cunt until he couldn’t breathe. yet it seemed that the gods — or better yet his niece and nephew, had other plans, and aemond was starting to become restless.

even as aemond sat in the council room, his ire growing stronger as useless lords gave their two cents to his even more useless brother, he felt a need to be with you, to laugh in the face of the gods as he finally got you to himself. it was torturous and evil, and aemond could feel the very thin line of restraint in his chest ready to snap.

when aegon called for the meeting to be over, aemond had never stood up faster. he didn’t look twice at any of the lords or his vapid brother as he stalked out of the room, strides quick as he made his way back to his and yours shared chamber.

daylight was breaking out into dawn, the bright blues of the sky melting into pinks and oranges. he wished you to be in the chamber. wished you to be getting undressed and wished you to be ready for his affections. he begged and yearned for you all day, and if you weren’t there for him at the winding end of the road, he would surely loose his mind.

the hinges of the chamber doors let out a crackling moan as aemond pushes them open, your head turning away from the mirror you stand in front of, brush in hand and nightgown smoothed down on your frame as you get ready for nighttime. aemond nearly sighs out of relief when he sees your smiling face, all the anger and anxiety leaving his body as you softly place the hair brush on a table, looking at your husband with curious eyes.

“my love?” you question, seeing the anxiety radiating off of his body. “is everything alright-“

everything moves quicker than you imagined, for aemond strides across the room so languidly, you barley see him leave his post in the door frame and get to his spot standing before you. dropping to his knees in a pathetic fashion, aemond wraps his arms around your waist greedily, burying his face into your sternum as he breathes in your intoxicating scent. the smell of your freshly washed linens and the lavender emanating off of your skin is like a shot of dopamine towards aemond’s chest, leaving him pliant in your hold.

“i need you.” the words come out of aemond in a whine, and you find yourself raising your eyebrows with a slight smirk at his begging behaviour. “gods, i need you so bad. all day, i have yearned for you. all day, i have prayed to the gods that you would find me, so i may be able to feast upon your cunt and get me out of my misery.”

a coo leaves your lips at aemond’s words, similar to the one you gave jaehaera this morning. pressing your palms against the side of his head, you stroke aemond’s hair behind his ears, twirling some of the strands in between your fingers as he starts leaving kisses upon your clothed stomach.

“is that what you want?” you ask, a soft lilt to your voice that leaves aemond weak in the knees. “does my boy need attention? a cunt to feast on to forget his troubles?”

aemond could only nod against your stomach, his hands bunching up the fabric of your shift towards your waist. he was making his way to your centre. making his way to the place he’s been begging for all day.

you allowed him to get what he wanted, soaking in your own pleasure has aemond feasted upon your cunt. it was euphoric and blinding, leaving you a squirming mess at the knees, one who needed her husband to carry her to bed so he could fuck her senseless.

this was inspired after i read a kinktober fic by @wholoveseggs with this same prompt… which is a trope i love so much

“gods above.” your newly husband, jacaerys velaryon, had groaned, one palm pressed against the space where your neck met your shoulder, fingers dancing along your spine with your back faced to him. “is this corset supposed to be a labyrinth of sorts?”

his palm moved down the expanse of your back, nimble fingers tangling in the laces of your corset. tonight had been your wedding, and after years of betrothal and courting, years of pining and longing, jace finally had what he wanted in the palm of his hands.

the entire night, jace had been staring at you longingly, imaging when he was finally able to rid you of the albeit gorgeous dress you wore so he could ravish your skin. he’d wanted this for as long as he could remember, and now that it was finally happening, his eagerness ran hot and his patience ran thin.

a laugh bubbled from your lips, hands clasped in front of you in excitement and nervousness. “the maids made sure it was superbly confined to my frame.” your response had come out in a whisper, leaving jace to forget his frustration for a second to coo at your breathless voice. “i’m sorry, my love.”

“oh sweet girl,” jace breathed, the fingers entwined in your laces tugging harshly so your back pressed firmly against his front. you gasped, a blush creeping along your cheeks as jace’s nose bumped against your jaw. “don’t apologize. if you would only give me a moment…”

with a harsh downwards motion, jace yanked at the laces, the sound of fraying and pulled apart silk permeating through your ears as your beloved husband ripped the back of your corset wide open. a gasp so intense it shocked your bones tore from your lips, body jolting with jace’s ministrations.

the brute force of it all made you bite your lip, core becoming impossibly wet as you thought about jace using that type of strength with you when you finally bedded each other. as the corset loosened around your body, the hungry eyes of your husband took in your exposed frame, his tongue kissing his teeth before he spun you around, leaving the dress to pool at your feet.

“now theres my pretty girl.” you didn’t even have time to chastise jace for ripping your dress, the wily prince crooking two of his fingers, beckoning you over with a grin.

thank you to the lovely anon who sent in this request!!! i have grown obsessed with writing about jace and am so happy to start getting reqs for him!!!

“oh fuck!”

your voice comes out in a strained whimper, finger nails digging into the sheets of yours and your newly husbands fresh bedchamber. your husband, jacaerys, is currently on his knees, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he tentatively licks at your cunt.

jace looks up at you with doe eyes, the brown of his irises soft and malleable as he twists his lip in nervousness. “am i doing okay?” he asked, voice soft and far from the commanding tone he used during council. “i don’t want to displease you.”

this was jace’s first time pleasing you, and after having a conversation with his step-father daemon, who didn’t hold back on the vulgarity of his explanation, jace learned that opening up a maiden and making her peak at least once was preferable before sheathing his cock inside of her.

a pleasured smile brushed across your cheeks at your husbands shy words, his blunt finger nails digging into your thighs in a way for him to ground himself. “you’re doing amazing, sweet boy. just keep going as you were.”

it was endearing, the way jace nodded gallantly to himself, steeling his eyes as to not seem nervous. with a tentative lick, he was back to divulging your cunt, his shy strokes turning into bold ones as he grew more confident at your loud moans.

“jace, please. more.” you whined, moving your hands so they were harshly tugging at his mass of curls. with a whine, the crowned princes tongue entered your tight hole, a mewl pressing from your chest as the pleasure you felt left eclipsed over your body.

your husband is stubborn, steel headed, and way too arrogant for his own good; such an amazing feat that you are exactly the same way

content warning: fem!reader, 18 plus, minors do not interact, p in v sex, missionary, explicit arguing and language, aerion and reader are complete menaces

“shut up and just fuck me.”

the argument hadn’t started out like this; it had started nasty and violent. words thrown like blades, furniture flipped and tossed across the room. it wasn’t uncommon for you and aerion, the aftermath always what you looked forward too.

each time the two of you butted heads, it always ended with aerion on top of you, rutting his hips furiously into yours as a way to blow off steam. tonight was no different, those six words spoken opening a floodgate of rough passion and clawing desire.

passion and anger had bubbled like a hot stove. according to aerion, you had stared at a lord for far too long at a feast, rendering the dragon prince to follow you back to your shared chambers and accuse you of flirting around behind his back. when you denied, and aerion had called you a ‘silken whore’, that’s when objects started getting thrown.

“what the fuck?!” aerion had yelled when you chucked a candlestick at his head, your eyes blazing with fire as you reached for a quill pot. “you insane woman! how much ale have you drank?”

a scoff had broken from your lips, the quill pot going flying before aerion side swept it. “are you insane? you called me a whore! when i was just conversing!”

aerion wasn’t backing down, and after you had spoken, a large smirk broke out into a grin, tilting his head like a feline. it was all mocking; a flicker in his eye. a uplift of his cheek. “well, don’t deny it. you were exuding some whorish tendencies.”

a harsh breath broke from your lips, your eyes blazing violently before you had reached for the chair behind the desk, hurling it at aerion’s head. the man in question had yelped, dropping to the floor as the chair smacked against the stone wall. you reached for more items on the desk, throwing them at aerion with a slick precision. he had stayed on the floor, scowling at you with stormy eyes and a sneer that could kill.

“you psychotic bitch,” aerion had yelled, laying flat on his stomach as to not get hit by your onslaught of assault. “you could be beheaded for this!”

“behead me, aerion! i fucking dare you!”

as fiery as the argument was, it still ended with you underneath your belligerent husband, his dominant hand wrapped around your throat, softly pushing into your pulse point as he drilled his cock into your tight walls, leaving you a whimpering and moaning mess.

somehow, aerion had crawled from his splayed position on the floor to your feet, placing rough bites on your hips as he cradled himself against your frame. you knew it was his sick way of apologizing, but even as mad as you were, you couldn’t help but pull him up into a kiss.

“look at you,” aerion sneered, his thumb digging deeper into your neck. “a mess for your princely husband. does the dragon entice you, wife?”

“shut the fuck up, aerion,” you bit out, nails biting into the pale blondes biceps. “you’re the furthest thing from a dragon.”

you could see the cords in aerion’s throat work at your words, his jaw clenching as he clamped down harder on your throat, briefly cutting off your airway. “i’m not a dragon, huh? than what seed is about to thicken your womb? what blood is our babe going to be made of?” when you didn’t answer, aerion leaned down and bit your collar bone, a yelp leaving your lips. “answer me, wife. or i won’t let you finish.”

a wicked smirk took over aerion’s face as his thrusts became slower, drawing out the orgasm you so desperately yearned for. wrapping your legs around his waist, you dug your heels into aerion’s back, pulling him closer into you with a grunt. aerion sneered, trying to pull away. you weren’t having it though, pushing him further into you.

“don’t you fucking dare.” you seethed, the push and pull arousing you more than you’d like to admit.

“stop fighting me,” aerion snapped, hands grabbing the underside of your thighs in a vice grip, pulling you against him with a steely hold. “i call the shots now, sweetling.”

his thrusts became slow. languid. a soft roll of his hips leaving each in and out to make you moan loudly. you could see aerion grinning at the noise you were making, his ego probably bursting at the thought of people being able to hear how good he was making you feel.

“that’s it,” aerion drew out, continuing the rolling of his hips. “yell for me. let everyone in the seven kingdoms know who’s fucking you this good.”

a broken scoff tore from your lips, the propriety of aerion’s words sending heat of anger through your veins. his arrogance and superiority complex always made you mad, the way he believed he was better than most and that his shit probably smelt like fucking roses. it all pissed you off, and as he continued to fuck you, that anger started to brew.

that anger started making you feel more aroused, and with a final rough thrust from aerion, you found yourself coming through a loud cry, your teeth clenched as that rage you felt towards your husband simmered down.

aerion smirked, slowing his thrusts down as he rode you through your high. “good girl,” he cooed, all mocking and widened grins. “come for me, all over my cock.”

“i hate you.” the words came out in a fiery whine, leaving aerion’s smirk to grow.

the sweet honey of innocence flows through the young prince valarr and his beloved wife, the two a blissful pairing of unawareness

content warning: fem!reader, 18 plus, minors do not interact, oral (fem receiving), valarr cums in his pants

based on this post by the lovely @sansaorgana

the chamber smelt of burning oils and fresh summer air from the open window, your arms starting to grow goosebumps from the chill. or maybe it was the nerves of having to give birth in only a couple of morrows, you weren’t really sure. though, you did know that the way valarr looked pacing before the end of the bed was absolutely ravishing.

his tunic was a tad bit rumpled from the way he was tugging at his collar, the nerves radiating off of his body in waves. his hair was a tangled mess, the honey brown strands poking out in every which way, his silver streak prominently on display.

“valarr,” you whispered, his name on your lips like a prayer. he turned to you with big puppy eyes, nails digging into the skin of his palms. “stop pacing, my love. you’re going to sand a hole into the stone.”

your husband halted in his hurried steps, turning so he could face where you laid on the bed. your hand rested delicately on your big bump, the babe in your stomach a couple of morrows away from being born. valarr smiled softly at the way your chemise curved around your stomach, though his brow furrowed when his brain thought back to his previous ailment.

throughout your marriage, both you and valarr had been rather… unbeknownst, to say the least. when you had first started courting him, you were pure as the driven snow, your maiden hood intact and your mind blissfully unaware of any raunchy ailments. valarr was the exact same, never having gone to a brothel or having participated in any sexual activities. he always told himself that he was going to wait till he married the right lady, not wanting to soil himself for his future bride.

when you two started courting, it was like love at first sight. valarr clicked with you instantly, and you felt the exact same way towards him. you two had your first kiss together underneath a willow tree the night before your arrangement, not wanting your first time together to be before the sept or any of your family members.

the night after your marriage, you two had sat in your chambers, staring at each other in silence as you tried to figure out a way to consummate the marriage. growing up, your parents and septa’s always told you that it would come naturally, that you would know what to do. but as you sat here with valarr, both confused, you were certain you had no idea what was going on.

“i’ve heard from my cousins who visit brothels on what happens during a consummation.” valarr spoke softly, watching as your eyes widened in wonder and slight horror. “i have to enter you. my seed having to spill deep inside of you for a babe to grow in your womb.”

“enter me?” you questioned, fiddling with your fingers nervously as valarr rested a hand onto your knee. “whatever do you mean?”

laughing shyly at your words, valarr went onto explain what his cousins daeron and aerion had explained to him, the later going into rather crude detail while the form kept it short and sweet. when he was finished, valarr saw the horror in your eyes, and with rushed movements, he grabbed your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing the clasped bone.

“i will not hurt you,” he had said, staring up at you through his lashes. “i swear it on our marriage.”

that night you lost your maidenhood with fumbling limbs and clumsy kisses, the pain dulling into pleasure as valarr soiled you as a gentleman would. he wasn’t rough or harsh — he was perfect, and you found yourself shyly asking to go again when he had finished the first round.

it didn’t take long until you were swollen with a babe, and now, nine moons later, you found yourself witnessing an ethical dilemma occurring throughout your husband.

“what if i hurt the babe?” valarr’s voice was strained, and you could tell that he was really upset about the idea of hurting you or your child. swollen and in pain, all you wanted was for your husband to lay with you, curving the needy muscle that weeped for his thick member. you had asked him for sex a couple of minutes prior, valarr now stressing over if laying together would harm the baby.

you shook your head, moving into a more comfortable position as your feet started to throb in pain. “it should be fine, valarr. everything will be okay.”

“i should ask the maester,” valarr stressed, rubbing a hand over his face. “he would most certainly know what to do.”

“it’s late, my love.” you whispered softly, trying to get valarr to lower his stress level. he had been pacing for far too long, and you were starting to worry that he was going to work himself into an oblivion. “maesters need to sleep too.”

at your words, valarr openly whimpered, walking over to the bed and getting on the furs with a soft reverence. he started crawling to you slowly, your breath hitching at the sight of his wide, needy eyes and pouted lips. when he finally got to where you lay, he rested his head against your round stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing delicate kisses towards your belly button.

“i can’t wait till the morning,” valarr whined, starting to trail kisses downward from your belly. “i’m so needy for you, my darling. i yearn for you this instant.”

you sighed at the feeling of valarr’s kisses, his lips trailing down towards your thighs. each suckle of his mouth drew your breath needier, making you throw your arm over your eyes with a whine. valarr looked up at you through his lashes, his brows furrowing with concern.

“is this alright?” he worried, starting to lift his head up before you grabbed ahold of his hair and brought his lips back down towards your cunt.

“i need you,” a moan fell from your lips, sighing as valarr gasped against you, the tickle of air hitting your folds. “right here.”

“but the babe-“

“will be okay,” you promised, staring down at him with blown out eyes and need twisted lips. “i’ve been deprived for nine months. i got one taste of you and know i’m a woman in need.”

you didn’t know where this dominance was coming from. maybe it was from the nine months you were deprived of laying with your husband, or maybe it was the realization that you could’ve been laying with him all this time, and that maybe you both were so naive and uneducated, that you didn’t know sex during a pregnancy was okay.

it didn’t matter at the moment, all you wanted was for something of your husbands to make you feel good, and you weren’t falling asleep until he fulfilled his wishes.

valarr’s lips were parted, his wide mismatched eyes staring at you below your swollen belly. with a concealed whine, he took a tentative lick of your folds, making you arch your back with a moan.

“i want to taste you,” he whispered, taking another greedy lick of your cunt. “need to taste you.”

“than taste me.”

those words were like a sleeper agent tick to valarr, the man delving into you like a man starved. his tongue ventured through your lips, kissing, suckling, and grinning every time a high pitched moan left your lips. maybe it was the babe growing in your stomach, or maybe it was because this was the first time valarr had gone down on you, but you felt much more sensitive, moaning and squirming at every sensation felt.

“oh, valarr.” you cried, back arching as he reached your clit, circling the sensitive bud with a deep precision. it was all too much, and you already felt your peak reaching you.

each stroke of valarr’s tongue had you seeing stars, a thrilling experience that you hadn’t felt since the night of your consummation. it wasn’t the same as him stretching out your walls, but it was just as good, making your whines come out lethargic and exquisite. you could feel valarr moaning against you, making the feeling grow tenfold.

you could feel valarr whine and whimper against you, the feeling of his hips rocking against the bed being felt throughout the furs. it was all so erotic, and you wondered why your parents and septa kept this away from you.

with a finality, you felt valarr enter his tongue inside of you, your peak being reached as you finished with a ripple of a scream. you felt it as valarr groaned against you, his tongue still probing inside of you as he rode you through your high. he didn’t depart from you until your breathing came out more even, and when he pulled away, you saw his eyebrow furrow, a cute bunch on his beautiful face.

“what’s wrong?” you worried, grabbing at his face to make sure he was okay. your release was all over his chin, but all you seemed to worry about was if your husband was okay.

you could feel the blush on his cheeks, following his eyes as valarr looked down towards his breeches. you saw a small patch of wetness near the front of his undergarments, and with gaping lips, it finally dawned on you what had happened.