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[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Earenwen, my dear! I was reading your maegor alphabet nsfw and I loved it, so…could I get one for Daemon, please?

Hello anon, its been a long time, but here come the nsfw alphabet of Daemon. I haved not forget you. Hope you will enjoy it.

Minor do not interract.

Autor notes: english is not my native tongue. I hope Daemon will not be too oc.

And i have write this during the night.

Update: the R part have been add, it was a forgot of mine befote posting. (Writting during insomnia is not that bad for me. Not re reading is different)

Tag : @avalyaaa

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex.)

There is two way with Daemon. If your just a quick fuck/ new prostitute, there will be no aftercare. Maybe just a "good job".

But if your his lover. This is a new world. Daemon will help you clean and drink before going back into bed/do your day. Sweets words at his lips.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's.)

On him. Daemon love his hands. They are strong, and he know that it feel and feet perfect on your body.

On his partner. It's your lips. Daemon love to kiss you, at the see of your lips he cannot stop of imaginating the feel of your lips around his hard cock. Sucking him so sweetly that made him almost lose his mind.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum.)

It will depend of if he's drunk or not.

If he's drunk, it will taste and smell badly. It will not be too strong, but suffisently for you to ask him to cum on your body and not in your mouth.

But when he's clean, his cum will taste good. His cum his not too thick. Just the right texture that made you want to drink of it.

D = Diry secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)

He love to watch you change of clothes, when he's hiding, seen you pleasuring yourself when you think he's not there and not seen you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Experience? This man know what he is doing.

He have his fair number of prostitutes. But having a true lover was different for him, he knowed how to take, but giving in return? It was a discover for him. A discover he learned to love.

F = Favourite Possition (This goes without saying.)

Will depend of his mood. If he's frustrated because of what happens in the city or wathever reasons. *cough* Hightower *cough* he would definitely choice doggy style. Been able to smack your ass as he's trusting in you.

If he's in good mood. Missionary. In it, he can see all your reactions as he's pleasuring you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the mombt' or are they humorius, etc)

At the begining of the relationship/marriage. Daemon would be serious in the act. Only becoming more relax after few times, if your more of a goofy mood, he will follow you, his eyes sparkling in mischief.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He cut his hair, he do not shave completely, but maintain it so it will not bother you, his public hair are of the same color of his hair. If not a little darker.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

He love to praise you during the act, his hands never leaving your body, his voice a whisperer of a cry of love and pleasure.

Only if he love you.

If your a "simple" prostitute, there is no intimacy, this is just a transaction.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Did he Jack Off ? Yes he does.

But not a lot of time. As you are there, and he don't feel the need of usng his hands on him.

The only need he would have is in the camp for the battlefield When at night he remember your nights together. He do masturbe. But his hands don't feel like yours, and this is frustating him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling on him, voyeurism, breeding kink (he want a big legacy), in public place, cockwarming, ...

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His chamber, the halls of Dragonstone, the garden if the red keep, the throne, ... he love to fuck with you everywhere. Even on Caraxes if the dragon allowed it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your existence?

Everything in you made him turn on.

If you want to be sure to fuck. Put back in place some lords, and his cock is up for you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Hurting you. Your too precious for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers receiving. Not that he will never return it and as i have writted before. He love your lips. He's graving for your lips. If he's in a good moon, returning from a battlefield. He will eat you like a starving men.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow ans sensual? etc.)

Daemon fuck with his emotions. (Even if he will never tell it) a bad day? He's fast and rough. Returning from battlefield? At first fast and rough and then slow and sensual, to made himself realize that you are not a dream.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Daemon do not hate quickies, îthoses have happened more then once in some dark halls of the Red keep. He just prefer to been able to fuck you properly, at the rythme he would choice, to made you see stars.

R = Risk (Are the game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Did Daemon love to take risks in his live in general? Yes. Did he take risks during sex with you? Yes, but when he's young, (20 to 40 years), *cough* fucking in the dragon pit *cough*. Older he would prefer to no more fuck in public place that often, but will not ne against more role play.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

1 to 2 round before sleeping to take back energies and fuck with you again.

He will not take one hour of just fucking your pussy/ass or mouth. This men could pass multiples hours to make out with you, the actual fuck act, could take 20 minutes, when he will be really in the mood, to 25 minutes.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

It will depend of his mood and his desire to tease you. In modern world he would have a box with multiples type of vibrator's. But in hotd time. There would be straps, using on him and you. And some aphrodisiac food.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The rogue prince not a teaser? He's the king of tease. His hand running slowly, on your tight during familly dinner. Some words tell in your ears as you dance together, his hands going low on your back, running on the upper side of your ass before going back in the middle of your back. That just a exemple of it.

He like been teased, is limit where lower then yours, that what he repeat himself, he just not patient.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He groans a lot. His head beside your ear, as he fuck you from behind. He moans your name, "good girl", telling you how you are magnificent whe blowing him. He would scream your name if you run the tips of your tongue on this specific place on his cock.

He will tell you how good you taste, when he goes down on you. Daemon is pretty vocal, until he will be in a grumpy mood, during this moment he will not talk, just left some groans.

W = Wild card (Get a randol headcanon for the character of your choice)

I not so secretly think that, Daemon would be into threesome, and foursome. Until one day he will try this with you. Everything was fine. It was a couple of noble that the two of you knowed and that you where confient in them. Until the moment, Daemon saw the look of sadness in your eyes, when you see him kiss the lady, and he saw red whe the lord touched you.

This end with a broken nose and a promise to not do it again.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He will be in the norm. Not too long, not too thick. His cock will fit you perfectly, making full with each of his trust. Daemon is uncut, a vein running in his cock, that pulse when you lick him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

1 to 2 round. Before sleeping with you.

But,

After taking back some energies. He's up for it again.

Z = ZZZ (... How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will wait for you to fall asleep, before sleeping too, snoring soflty beside you. A arm around you, or his hand on your hips to keep physical contact with you.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Wip list

Hello everyone,

I hope you are all fine,

(I have post this wip list in at 3am so there was no correction. And english is not my mother tongue.)

I'm just here to show that i have not forgoten the ask from anon and some of my previous ideas that i have not post in the past. The list will be cut in two parts. The sfw at first and nsfw secondly. I will not post the fanfictions in the same order then in the list.

(◇ mean that i have write it)

The list :

Sfw -

-Cregan Stark x chubby fem reader. (A ask)

-Daemon x wife reader, who is loved by the commoners

-Maegor x adopted sister reader

-Sfw alphabet, diverses characters

-The handmaid and the dragons part 3/ or a time skip

- "Next to me" a fanfiction inspired by the song of the same name from Imagine Dragons. (Daemon or Maegor or someone else?... I have not decided yet, but i know the structure of it.)

Some Maegor x reader fluff (a ask)

Nsfw

-Nsfw alphabet of Daemon (a ask) ◇. Here

-Nsfw alphabet of others characters

-Daemon x ex courtisans reader (i have your ask anon, don't worry, I have not forgot you 🫶)

The list of the kinktober that i have not finished, and where ask

-Daemon x reader x Maegor (multiple day's)

-Day 8 - Anal - Aemond Targaryen : Reader and Aemond are wed for sometimes now. They like to discovering sexuality with each other. One night Aemond talk about a position/pratique that Aegon have tell him to annoye him. But Aemond wanted to try it. Him and Reader talk about the act, how they are going to do it, and all and all. Until they are ready. And there is their first try of anal, with sweets words and all.

Day 9 - Sex in public - Gwayne Hightower : Gwayne and Reader are walking in the streets of King's landing before the tournament. They are married. They cannot keep their hands to themselves, at some point he take her to a dark alley, and he fuck her as she is against a wall or sit against a wood box.

Day 11 - Honeymoon - Baelon Targaryen : Reader is the second wife of Baelon, there is the bedding ceremony, where lords strip her by force, and lady's do the same with him. When Baelon see the reader half naked and her eyes full of fear of the lords, when they mock her ? He snap and order the lords and lady's to go away. He confort the reader and later they have their love making.

Day 12 and 15 - Sensory Depravation - Scars - Daemon Targaryen : The ex courtesan reader haved wait of the return of Daemon from the war against the triarchy, at his return she's so happy to see him that he cannot go to the castle. She take him to her house, and pamper him, with kiss, cuddles, praising words. She undress him and seen his new burn scar she put him in bed, and she worship this new scar as she after do the same with his older scars. To have him lose complete controle she use fabric to blindfold him. And they have one of the best night of love making.

Day 14 - Cockwarming - Daemon Targaryen : During a day in Dragonstone, reader are really needy of Daemon, flirt with him, touch him a lot, they to be alone with him. Until he gave to her, but have to write a letter to some lords, so she have to cockwarming him, and waiting (hardly) to do more.

Day 18 - Lap dance - Baelon Targaryen : Reader talk with lady's of the court and heard a lady telling that she haved heard of something that could please mens, and teasing them. They talk and all and (I think of a chubby/plus size reader and if it was not the type of reader that you wanted tell me in ask) one of the lady's begin to tease in a bad way the reader, telling thar the pratique can be a turn on for Baelon if she do that. And the reader are in a mix of sadness, anger and wanting to prove that she could and one night, as Baelon returned into their bedchamber, the reader do her best to give him a lap dance.

19. Maegor and niece reader. (Maegor bribes his niece's maid. The maid convinces the Princess to come here. The Princess is unaware that she is being screwed by her uncle. Nine months later, she gives birth to a baby boy. Maegor takes his nephew and sons with him to Dragonstone.)

Day 21 - Somnophilia - Gwayne Hightower : Gwayne have wake up more then once reader in the past when he was naughty, but reader begin to have enough of been wake up each time so she told Gwayne that if he want to made love to her, he can even if she's sleeping. At first he don't want it, but one night he give in his desire.

Day 23 - 69 - Baelon : Reader and Baelon have to be wed (she's his first wife in it) and they are horny, touched each other, and one day, they have not much time to be alone together, so they try a new position to please each other without her losing her maidenhood.

Day 25 - Rough - Aemond Targaryen : This pass after the bastards scene in season 2, but he go to the reader, and not go burning the village. And he put all his frustration and anger by been rough with her. With or without after care? I don’t know for now.

Day 27 - Face sitting - Maegor Targaryen : Maegor is lazy for once but he's also horny as fuck, and seen his wife reader in her new nightdress who's reveling a lot made him want her to ride his face. She's at first not sure of this, but Maegor take her to him with all his strengh and assure her that she can.

Day 28 - Aftercare - Maegor : After a long day of love making, reader take care of Maegor, but this time, she fall asleep and Maegor seen her like this made him want to take care of her, a lot of sweet touch until he see his seed and then his mind snap.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

The rat

Imagine going on a tavern during a travel with your S/o, the tavern seem clean, the food is good, the bedchamber you will pass the night is good looking.

Until the night fall.

First came little sounds, sounds of scratch on the floor, then little mouvements. You open your eyes, and look around. There is no light but the moon by the window. Everything seem normal the moment you move. Telling yourself that it's fine, you just imagined something. You lay down, cuddling with your sleeping S/o.

But the scratchs and mouvements begin again. You open your eyes. Looking around, until you see it.

The mass on the closet. The mass who are bigger then a mouse and smaller then a cat, and mostly. The big and long tail.

It's a rat. A rat that you have not see during the day. Your heart beated faster, your blood cold. You scream of the surprise/fear. Waking your S/o who think that you where attacked, taked his sword or a dagger.

Your S/o seen that there is no human in the room looked at you, not understanding what happening. He then look at the direction your shaking hand pointed.

And he saw it. The big rat over the closet.

What do your S/o will do?

(Inspired by a story of my mom)

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

That was so good 🫶

The Freshness of Youthful Bloom

Pairing • Daemon Targaryen x Hightower reader

Tags • semi-public sex, fingering, virgin reader, loss of innocence

Wordcount • 2,830

This a gift to the wonderful @lady-phasma ♡

As the younger sister to the Queen, you are left in King's Landing to find a good match after your father Otto Hightower is dismissed by the King. Daemon finds you instead.

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Despite the tragedy that had taken place during Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor’s wedding celebration, most of the great houses had stayed in King’s Landing to continue the celebrations.

The atmosphere in the Keep was peculiar, between the drunken youngsters who drowned their shock in wine, and the older lords who ranged between bored and indifferent—the ladies, on the other hand, were clutching their pearls at the grapevine of rumors was thriving.

You hadn’t been involved at court very long. As the youngest daughter of the former Hand, Otto Hightower, you had been sheltered by your father from the idle talk of courtiers. Even so, you were aware of the greatest topic of conversation in the gardens.

The return of Prince Daemon at court, and the passing of his wife.

You had never seen much of the prince before he had left for war, as your Septa had kept you in the nursery, and when you weren’t enjoying the indoor activities fit for a lady of your station, the gardens were your only distraction.

You had of course heard the rumors, and the occasional complaint from your father at dinner, and you knew quite well to avoid the man’s company.

You could not deny you were curious, and there was an appeal to the Rogue Prince. Returning from the war with a mock crown and short-cropped hair, he had surprised everyone, even the king. The man had the silver hair of the Targaryens and their fiery temper, and for a young, sheltered lady as yourself, it was a welcome novelty.

Still, you knew better than to get caught in idle thinking, or worse, fantasizing about the man. You also knew that any passing fancy you might have had would be put to rest soon, as you were expecting to find a husband soon.

You were in a fine dress with delicate trimmings and embroideries, alone and loathing the prospective tea that awaited you in the gardens with the ladies Redwyne and Lannister. Both women were eager to introduce you to their young nephews, certainly hoping that as sister to the Queen, that you could secure them a lasting position in attending the king.

As you rounded a deserted corridor, hoping to find a moment of silence in a secluded alcove, you gasped as you almost collided with someone in your hurry.

Lifting your eyes from the ground, you realized the figure you had almost walked into was that of Prince Daemon. The man was grinning, visibly amused, and you couldn’t help but flush at your own clumsiness.

His piercing purple eyes creased at the corners as he greeted you, falsely deferent. “Lady Hightower,” his smooth voice resonated under the low ceiling of the alcove. 

“Prince Daemon, my apologies,” you replied, less assured, with a trembling nod. Still, he did not step aside as would have been appropriate, but you knew the man was not known for his chivalry. 

“Well, well, my lady, what has you in such a hurry?” he asked, lips parting to reveal white teeth.

“Nothing that concerns you, my prince,” you replied, pinched but polite. You forced your way past him, your hands lifting your skirts slightly as you made your way to the rounding staircase.

“I would have thought you’d have run back to Oldtown with your dear father,” Daemon crooned as you walked past him, the scent of your hair lingering in the air.

“My father has left me in the care of my sister, the Queen,” you replied, stopping to respond to him, chin raised in defiance. 

He admired your fire, and the harsh way you always addressed him, self-righteous and defensive—he knew who had fed you this poison, and that if he were to ask how he had offended you, your father’s words would come out of your mouth.

“He also thought the court would be the best place for me to find a good match,” you continued proudly, hoping to convey the image of a noble lady with good prospects, rather than a frightened girl for him to mock.

“It is true, then, you are of marrying age,” he answered, and your show of pride didn’t seem to lessen his amusement in the least. If anything, he seemed delighted. 

“Yes. I came of age during the spring,” you confirmed. “However I do not see how that concerns you, my prince. Good day,” you said curtly as you moved up the steps, but a large hand around your arm stopped you in your tracks—as perched as you were on the third step, the prince was barely taller than you, and it felt somehow even more intimidating to be in direct line with his piercing eyes.

“Not so fast, little mouse,” he said with a grin, and you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. 

“Remove your hand, please,” you commanded, but your voice wavered and your composure faltered. 

You had learned to keep your interactions with the prince short and to the point, and he had never shown any interest in you as you were a mere child the last time he had seen you. Now you were a lady of marrying age, dressed to attract the most handsome suitor, and womanhood had carved your figure in the most enticing manner.

Daemon wasn’t one to look past a beautiful figure, or to ignore the freshest lady in search of a husband—those were always easy to make blush, easy to fluster and play with, and after four years of war, he longed for the crisp taste of fresh fruit. 

There was also a perverse pleasure in putting his hand on the youngest daughter of the man who had plagued his existence at court. It tasted like a sweet revenge, and he wondered whether your lips would carry that taste—the sticky sweetness of retribution, and the satisfaction of plucking a fresh flower from a garden in first bloom.

“You will be married soon to the handsome son of a lord, or perhaps that lord himself will want your youth and beauty for himself…” he said, his other hand rising to your face, only to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

The gentle gesture troubled you, especially from a man that never displayed any tenderness—you didn’t know if you could trust it, but part of you relished it in anyway. 

“Many lords have come for the Princess’ wedding, I’m sure many of them have already set their eye on you,” he continued, and this time it sounded like a warning, almost like a threat.

It was true a few had asked for dances, but none had caught your attention nor pleased you in any way, and you shivered at the thought that one of them might ask for your hand.

“What do you suggest?” you asked despite yourself, your curiosity getting the best of you. Even though you had had limited interactions in the past, you knew the man wasn’t one for idle talk, and his words always had an endgame.

“Better your first taste of it be with a prince, rather than an old lord, don’t you think?” he asked, delight curling in his stomach at the way you obviously flushed down to your chest.

He ran the back of his knuckles from the hollow of your throat to the crease above the collar of your dress, your corset bringing your chest up. His little finger dipped into the valley between your breasts and you gasped, your flesh rising in goosebumps.

“This is inappropriate,” you gasped, and the hand retracted—instead he made a wide gesture to the staircase, silently inviting you to leave his company. 

You remained where you were standing, and soon he was climbing the steps after you, forcing you to retreat. He backed you slowly into a small alcove in the wall, a dent where vases were sometimes put; he pressed you to the shelf carved into the stone, and soon you were the flower on display for his pleasure.

“What is inappropriate is an old lord lusting after such a sweet, young creature,” he said, his face dipping close to yours until the air around you was saturated with the scent of him. “Would you allow me a taste of your sweetness, little flower?” he crooned, his lips curling in delighted amusement.

Your voice had left you, and you could not deny how enticing the prince was. You felt slightly ridiculous, falling for a tale many ladies had before you, but the idea of kissing a prince exhilarated you. Your eyes fluttered as his mouth lingered over yours, barely touching you, and you made a soft sound in the back of your throat.

Your next sigh was swallowed greedily as he pressed his lips to yours fully, not wasting more than a second before dipping his tongue and tasting you. You allowed the kiss with trembling clumsiness, shivering as he pressed your mouth open.

So entranced as you were by his kiss, you barely noticed how his hand had reached down for your skirts, pulling them up until his warm palm was running up your thigh until it found bare skin above your stocking. You gasped as his hand wrapped around your leg, his thumb tracing half-moons dangerously close to the crease of your hip.

“What are you doing?” you asked, looking down at his wrist where it disappeared under the layers of muslin and linen.

“Showing you what you will not find in marriage,” he replied, self-assured, pressing his grin into the divot behind your jaw. His voice so close to your ear made you shiver and your hands came up to his chest, curling into the thick fabric of his doublet. “Just say the word, and I will let you go.”

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you shook your head, mesmerized as his wrist pushed up and soon his hand slipped under your smallclothes. 

Your mouth dropped open as he found your core easily, and he wasn’t surprised to find you warm and slightly wet already. Your cheeks were flushed the loveliest pink and your eyes closed for a moment as he pressed his thumb where your folds met.

You shivered visibly under his hand, a soft moan rising from your throat—Daemon felt himself harden, victorious at being the first to please you. The darkest part of him wished for your father to be present at court, so that his little birds could chirp in his ear the terrible rumor that his enemy had defiled his own little girl.

Daemon instead found satisfaction in the way you rocked back against him, slowly at first, then more assuredly as you grew more familiar with the warm pressure at your core. The nub under his thumb hardened and swelled at his touch, a testament to your pleasure.

Your eyes were still fixed on his wrist where the fabrics of your skirts bunched, making a soft sound each time you ground up. He allowed you a few minutes of bliss, watching you raptly, taking in every minute flinch, every flutter of your eyes, every silent gasp.

“How lovely you are, little lady. How wet and pliant,” he hummed, and you flushed furiously as the indecent words.

To your shame, his praise only served to incense you further, a sharp lick of heat running down your pearl and setting your core on fire—an ache had lodged itself deep within you, and you didn’t quite understand it.

“Tell me, little mouse, do you ever touch yourself?” he asked, and you would have been outraged if you were not so entranced.

You shook your head despite your furious blush, biting your lip as he pressed harder, making you squirm under his thumb. You felt your flesh part around his finger as he prodded, spreading your wetness along your folds.

“No,” you replied feebly, and it only served to amuse him.

You were the most delicious creature under his hand, your obvious inexperience fueling your eagerness as you rocked back against his touch. It was obvious you had told a lie, and he wouldn’t allow you to get away with it, not since you were pinned under him.

He made a tutting sound, taking his thumb away as he continued to follow the crease of your folds, taking away your pleasure and leaving only a tease. “Please,” you whined.

“Tell me the truth, little mouse, and I will give you what you need,” he said, an edge of darkness in his tone, his eyes a deep purple as they bore into yours. You could tell he wouldn’t be pleased if you refused him, and that taste of danger only served to tighten the coil of arousal in your core.

“I touch myself sometimes,” you rushed to reply in one breath, stumbling over your words with your impatience, and he hummed, his lips twitching in the shadow of a smile.

“Only sometimes?” he pushed, but you couldn’t blame him for his insistence, as it came with a few firm presses against your pearl.

“It is unbecoming of a lady,” you breathed as he resumed a slow rhythm, his thumb drawing tight circles against your nub while one of his fingers circled your entrance. You clenched around the desperate desire to feel him press inside, but your virtue was still intact, and the prospective sting intimidated you. 

Your eyelashes fluttered as you struggled to keep your eyes open; your entire body felt like it was floating above the ground, your knees weak and unsteady, your center of gravity dropping down to where the prince was touching you. 

You were a lovely sight, and even though he hadn’t been chaste since returning from the Step Stones, he felt exhilarated at the prospect of taking your purity. You mewled as he pressed forward, teasing your entrance more firmly; you were wet, coating his fingers with your growing pleasure.

“I could take your virtue, right here and then,” he taunted in a murmur. “Or leave it for your husband to pierce it with his cock on your wedding night.”

“Please,” you pleaded, tears coming to your eyes, because the prince had been right—there was a frightening possibility that your match would not be harmonious, and you would rather be breached by a prince who was asking rather than a simple lord taking it as his right. “Please take it.”

Daemon’s mouth crashed against yours as he pushed his finger forward, the sensation as foreign as the sting was brief. He curled his knuckle inside, his thumb pressing slow and sweet against your pearl, his tongue prodding yours passionately.

If you had been floating before, you were now soaring, clinging to Daemon’s shoulders desperately as he kissed you, swallowing your moans.

“That’s it, little one, give it to me,” he breathed, his lips hovering over yours, and you were not certain of what he wanted from you—still you nodded and followed the pace of his hand, rocking up against him as your pleasure crested, the pressure inside your core mounting until it was unbearable.

You were speared to the spot, caught between his two fingers slowly pulling you over the edge, pressing on your pearl and curling against a sensitive place inside you. Unable to resist, to do anything but feel the wave of heat crash through you, you shook and trembled as your core pulsed.

Daemon chuckled against your neck as you peaked, your knees giving out. His hand on your thigh propped you up against the shelf, and you were grateful for the solid line of his shoulders under your clenched fingers. 

“It’s done, little mouse. Your virtue fully belongs to me, now,” he crooned against the sensitive spot behind your ear, sucking a kiss into the soft skin.

You chuckled despite yourself, feeling free like never before, relieved of a burden you didn’t even know you were carrying—your limbs felt light and loose, your core clenching in aftershocks that spread a delicious weightlessness down to your very bones.

He slowly let you go, and you sagged against the wall, your hands coming to catch yourself on the stone shelf. You looked away in embarrassment as the prince wiped his fingers on the inner layer of your dress before releasing it. Your skirts fell back into place and he stepped away, hips and shoulders swaying slightly, his lips pulled into a satisfied grin.

You smoothed your clothes almost nervously, breathing out a sheepish chuckle, wondering if he was expecting you to return the favor somehow—instead he turned to make his way up the stairs, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Prince Daemon,” you called, slightly panicked, the reality of what you had just done crashing down on you.

“There is more of that where it came from, if you were so inclined,” he replied, throwing you a knowing glance over his shoulder, and as he disappeared down the corridor, you swore you heard his dark chuckle echo under the high ceilings.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics, Daemon pictures by @child-of-three

Beta read by the wonderful @arcielee ♡

Comment if you'd be interested in being tagged in a part 2, or in any future Daemon fic of mine.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

At least for mariage, as historicaly people's who where plus size/chubby where the peoples who suffer the less of famines/having less food.

This is an interesting point you brought up. In our real world, royals being plus size was common and likely trendy among them because it was pretty much a statement that ya know they could afford to eat plenty. But in the world of Westeros, Rhaenyra is looked down upon for her weight gain after having kids while Alicent is praised in the book for keeping a slim figure after 4 kids. But perhaps this is just an example of bias against Rhaenyra because clearly many men found her desirable still lol.

Totally with you on this.

Without forgetting that it's men's who write about her. Its like one thing that I have read. "Woman with little hips are those who have better chance to have good pregnancy." It was a men who have told this. When in reality. When you have bigger hips it's more easy... 🙄😮‍💨 (and I have made my research to be sure of this.)

So having people's in Westeros looking down at Rhaenyra is like jealousy and hypocrisy. When she would have been congratulate for her pregnancies who have end well. From her first and second marriage.

And with the show don't showing a "chubbier" Rhaenyra, you can tell that it's the modern world who go wrong with history/the accuracy of the books. They don't wanted to show her chubbier. Because "Oh no! Been fat/chubby/plus size is gross!!" 🙄🙄🙄

(If you want to continue to talk about this, I would love it)

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

"If you where less of a incompetent and unfaithful husband. She would not have to seek the attention of my son."

Must be something Otto told Daemon the day that wife reader seek attention and affection from Gwayne.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Hello, I hope it's okay for me to contact you. I've stumbled on your post about you feeling self-conscious about the lack of comments on your fics and all, and after browsing your blog, I wanted to ask if you still wanted a beta reader?

I'm also a native French speaker and there aren't too many of us in this fandom, so part of me thinks we should probably stick together. I'm sending this on anon in case you don't want help, but if you do, I'll reach out by DMs. I'm also a fanfic writer, I've been writing for HotD for 2 and a half years now.

Hello, yes of course you can contact me by DMs.

I accept help :)

Of course we can stick together, you too write for hotd? That's so cool :)

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

I don't know if this was already tell,

But

The men's in asoiaf would have be for plus size/chubby woman.

At least for mariage, as historicaly people's who where plus size/chubby where the peoples who suffer the less of famines/having less food.

As so the one's who haved descendents/heirs.

So...

Maegor would have been for plus size woman logically/historicaly. As they where see as more able to have strong babies.

Daemon was a lot into a chubby/plus size Rhaenyra.

North lords where into it too, as it's more cold lands and all... I'm sure, that Creagan Stark was into plus size/chubby woman.

Gwayne Hightower? More to cuddles when all the bad things happen at the red keep and he have headache.

So yes, if your chubby/plus size reader. Thoses characters that you like/love, would definitely be into you for multiples reasons, don't let modern fashion and view made you think the opposite.

❤️

Don't get me wrong if your skinny/fit and all, they will also be into you.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

I know this is not a fanfiction but please read this If you have read one of my fanfictions

In a way, I'm thankful to have stop writting fanfictions during a time. To begin to write them again a few months ago.

(I will add the tags, for a week, that I use for the fanfictions that I have write, so if someone read this and have read one of my fanfictions in the past. it's mostly for them that I write now.)

When you have a imagination who are like water falls that almost never stop. Writting is a way for me to free my mind, and to share my imagination, my passions.

I know that I write poorly in a way, as I have learn English mostly on my own, I have learn to read English with fanfictions and writting by talking with peoples on chat. I have learn to heard English because of YouTube and movies. I use "Reverso" to help me traduct the texts that I write in french as it's my mother tongue.

So yes there is mistake in my writting and I understand that if people read my fanfictions it's mostly because there is no more good fanfictions.

I have learn to accept it... even if in a way it's hurt.

I have learn that I will never have a lot of people's reading my work, I have learn that I must be thankful to have the little of interaction with the little of people's who read my fanfictions.

I know that I must go to others fanfictions and read them, leave commentary, share them...

But it's just made me even more self concious of my own work. Feel even more of a outsider.

So yes,

I have learn to be thankful to have 1 person who read my work, even more if I'm lucky to have 20 who leave a like. If I have a commentary. It's like Christmas.

I will never have 100 people's who wait for my next work, the 100 must be thoses who are in a "Oh no, no her again."

(Sometime I feel like that most of the peoples who follow my tumblr are bots...)

To all of the peoples who have read my work in the past, thank you to have one day leave a like on my fanfictions, to have found time to read.

Thank you.

(I haved made another text mostly for my followers and thoses who haved read my last fanfiction... there was only one like... and... I have feel that it was better to write another text, and share it with more tags...)

I feel that I will be block by the remain people's that have not yet block me...

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Hello 👋

I just came to say, thank you for all of you who have give a like on the fanfictions that I have write in the past and the last posted.

This mean a lot for me, as I know that my writing skill is poor and that not a lot of people's will read me. They mostly prefer to not read and go elsewhere and I understand.

So thank you, if only just one person read and leave a like is great for me.

So... having 7 or more, it's awesome.

Thank you, really, because I haved been down the last year about writting, seen people's having a lot of likes and commentary when I do not haved the same... this haved hurted me and I haved take a break in writting. Someone haved leave a commentary about my writing skill and I understand now why not much haved liked, that and I written with plus size/chubby reader (how to write a niche, in a niche, in a niche). Even if I love writing for plus size/chubby reader I know that, not much will read what I write, even if they are the "public cible".

I'm a French speaker who have learn a big part of English by herself because her teachers didn't wanted to take time to help her understanding. (I have dyslexia). I have think about using a Ai to help me correct my text but, I feel that, it will just be bad, to do it...

So.

Thank you again, for reading me, for leaving a like on my fanfictions.

Friendly,

Earenwen/Emilie

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

"Reject" Part 2 (Smut)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem wife reader

Summary: Y/n finally put Daemon in her bed.

Warning: Smut. So minors, do not interact with this post.

English is not my native language.

Part 1 : Here

Masterlist : Ø

A little thank you for the like

The solid oak door slammed in a heavy noise. Y/

n had just come in after Daemon. He was standing with a smile on his face.

"So... my dear wife has a tongue."

"I’ll be clear. No more whore. No more infidelity. Even less insults. I’m sick and tired of your behavior."

The voice of Y/n did not leave room for a lament from Daemon. The tone of her voice was different, more assured.

Daemon looked at her in another way barely perceptible, far away was the shy young woman he thought to be his wife.

"Well, what are you gonna do?"

"Undress yourself. Completely."

"If my wife wishes." Daemon smiled curly.

Slowly, Daemon took the bottom of his tunic, lifting the fabric along his torso, under the eyes of Y/n. Daemon’s hair falls in cascade along his back and partly on his chest. The eyes of Y/n ventured on Daemon’s skin, skin she had never seen so much before.

Y/n thinks that she should have ordered Daemon to undress quickly, his slow movements adorning him for an eternity when he finishes removing his shoes, rising up to place his hands on his belt. The sound of the buckle was almost mocking her, when passing each hole in the belt. The worst part was that Daemon knew exactly what he was doing. The lasing of his trousers was not of an unnamed complexity, yet it seemed to be a padlock without key, so that a deformation formed more and more against the lashing.

Y/n tried to keep a calm breath. But how to do when the man in front of you is a beauty, who decides to tease you? It's with a great self-control, that Y/n, didn't jumped on him to rip off his remaining clothes.

In a fluid movement, the pants fell along his legs to his ankles followed by his underwear, releasing his thick, hard manhood, one of two thicker veins ran through his cock from the base to the tips. The tips was not offset, a drop of pre-sperm flowed from the tips.

Y/n unconsciously squeezed her thighs and moved her hips in order to create friction, a heat and wet clenched more and more present between her thighs. Y/n wanted to get close to Daemon, go through her hands along the skin of her husband, finally discover his body, but she knew very well, that first she had to teach him a lesson. A lesson, on how to treat your wife.

With a movement of the head, she pointed him the bed. Y/n watched Daemon move towards the bed, watching him lie down.

"Raise your arms above your head."

The tone of her voice was calm, her anger always present, even if diminished at the sight of Daemon naked form on her bed. Daemon wanted to protest, but raising his arms, as looking at y/n who opened a drawer and pull out leather straps. Surprised would not have been the appropriate adjective to Daemon’s feelings seeing the straps.

"You’re going to be a good husband." Y/n started tying Daemon’s wrists to the head of her bed, avoiding hurting Daemon.

Daemon tested the straps, but quickly understood that these were well attached. He noted mentally that he had to ask how it was that she had thoses. Over all know how to tie them.

Daemon shook his head slightly, before looking in the direction of his wife, who was beginning to undress. His erection was starting to hurt. The anticipation palpable. "Fuck... she is beautiful..."

Daemon growled when Y/n sat on his hips, refusing any contact between his cock and pussy. He pulled his arms but was stuck.

"No, no... first of all, you’re going to prove to me how skillful you are with your tongue."

Y/n slowly pulled up Daemon’s body, even if she didn’t want to show it. She was going to take her pure pleasure from him.

Daemon growled when he saw the pussy of Y/ n, his eyes dilated, he breathed deeply, smelling the sweet smell of his exitation. He pulled on his traps, he wanted to put his hands on her thighs to make her sit against his face, it frustrated him to not to be in control. Feeling the tension rising, Y/n sat gently on Daemon’s face, her husband’s breath made her tremble without being able to control herself, a slight moan coming out of her mouth at the touch of Daemon’s tongue, Y/n held back at the head of the bed, before dropping her hips on Daemon’s face.

Daemon who discovered that his wife was most delightful. He, who had never lowered himself to ear the pussy of one of the prostitutes, discovered the pleasure and taste of his wife and how much he did not wanted to stop. Daemon licked and sucked the big and small lips, collecting the pleasure fluid of Y/n with his tongue, his nose by moment rubbing on the button of pleasure, swollen of Y/n. He pulled on his traps, wanting to grab the thighs of his lover, to stick it more against him.

"D... Daemon!..." Y/n began to move her hips, rubbing openly against his face.

"That’s right, go on." Daemon smiled full teeth before plunging back into the nectar.

Daemon’s erection was at its peak without him or her even touching, it bounced against the belly of Daemon. He wanted terribly to caught Y/n, to turn her and take her with force, to finally feel her sweet pussy enveloping him in its warmth. But more than anything, he wanted to see the pleasure in the face of Y/n. Because now he understood what he had missed.

"I want to feel you in me." The voice of Y/n was filled with desire.

If at any time Daemon would have thought that his wife would give him the impression that his heart was going to explode when he heard her desiring him. He would have thought he was crazy. But the vision of Y/n completely naked, straddling him, her pussy against his cock, moving in a slow up and down. He didn’t care that he was seen as completely crazy about Y/n.

"Release me... let me touch you..."

Y/n seemed hesitant, her hands trembling softly, Daemon’s eyes following the slightest gesture.

He sigh when the traps were untied. Without waiting any longer, he passed his arms around the body of his lover, turning them over, placing his body between her legs. For the first time since their marriage, Daemon kissed her, far away was the little kiss. Daemon embraced Y/n with passion, moving his hands wherever he could, marking every inch of skin. His lips moving with his hands, sucking, marking Y/n finally as his wife.

Their hips moved against each other, creating a friction of the most excise. One of Daemon’s hands walked the side of Y/n’s body, moving to her thigh, where he grabbed the muscle/fat, his grip was going to leave marks the next day, but neither of the two thought about it.

"You’re so wet... so ready for me..."

Daemon placed a finger between the small lips of Y/n, before slowly entering her. Y/n moans softly of discomfort, before the movements of in and out makes her replacing the discomfort by pleasure. Daemon took his time, preparing her pussy for his dick. A second finger was buried in this soft, warm and wet space, where he made a scissor movement.

"Y/n...." Daemon had rumbled her name, feeling her moving her hips against him.

Daemon looked at her, looking in her eyes, her movements.

"D... daemon... please..."

"Patience, love, patience..."

Y/n began to see stars, her legs trembled more and more, her hips were seeking for contact with Daemon’s hand. Her moaning does not end. It is at that moment that she felt it, the point of no return. Her ears whistled as she closed her eyes, the only sound coming from her throat being the name of Daemon.

Daemon looked at her, finding that the woman in his bed was even more beautiful in this moment of pure pleasure. He waited a minute for her to take back her breath, before placing his tips against her entrance.

"I’ll take you now..." his voice was hoarse. "Is that still what you want?..."

Y/n opened his eyes to look at him, really look at him. The man above her, long silver hair, fell on her, Daemon’s chest was covered with sweat, his breath fast, his eyes filled with a desire... a desire never seen before. There was something else in his eyes.

"Yes... I want you..."

Something she saw the first time in Daemon. At the moment their hips were touching, he, being completely inside her. Y/n could see a birth of affection, in his eyes. An affection that she hoped. One day would become love.

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Ps : Hello, I hope this part 2 was good, thank you for reading so far, I’m sorry for the mistakes in the spelling and grammar that are sneaking like every time. It’s been a long time since I had written smut, I hope it was not a disaster or too "nice" ^-^ '

Tag list : @avalyaaa @immyowndefender

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

(I write this without first correction)

I may post in the week a little one shot about one of my OC, i have somes OC's, from house Martell as well then Targaryen's bastards. (Yes the episode of House of the dragon season 2 with the bastards have made me creative because i wanted to know them, so i have imagine somes. Woman and men)

And I was thinking about posting one of my one-shot before posting Daemon x wife reader smut.

And of course i will not put "x reader" when it will be "oc x oc"

As for the one-shot it's about a young Stark lady who haved go to King's Landing for one of the tournament that Viserys haved held. She meet this Targaryen bastard as he work with the others blacksmiths... etc... (Yes i do not tease more about, is this cruel? No)

I have already a aesthetic visual for this. (I have aesthetic visual for all of my oc, i just have not draw them and less asked a Ai to creat them.)

I have write the one-shot without description of the Stark lady. (Must be a habitude that i have take from writing reader ships) so in a way it could be a x reader?... or I let it as a oc x oc and if someone want to learn more about the Stark oc or Targaryen bastard, that I have create and/or want a one-shot with a "x reader" ship, i can write them too...

So you can have something to read in waiting of the smut. (I have struggled at writting the end 😅)

I have also thinked about posting about those oc between others more big fanfictions who take me more time to write.

I see you next time,

Ps: If you are interested in this, just a emoji in the commentary or as annon in my ask (i will not publish thoses responses if you don't want of course.) would be great to know if one or two person will read the one-shot. For a little encouragement 👉👈

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Okay,

There is accounts that are a bots who @ everyone. This is a scam. I have just been @ over a post and there was more then 1500 commentary with only @, only three acount @ 5 to 7 others accounts, in it. Sent in a really short time, they @ minors. Even people's have complain in the commentary of this post. It's a scam that try to have peoples culpability if they don't share the post.

I will finish to go away from Tumblr, if I go on tumblr is not to have bots who try to scam people's. I'm on tumblr to let peoples have a little peace from the world. Not to remain them how the world are horrible. I will finish to only post on AO3 or another website where I can post fanfiction. And for dm it will be on Discord or X

Be careful about the accounts, if your feels that it's a scam there is great chance that, it is.

Edit : I don't go from Tumblr right now, don't worry, I have still fanfictions to post and anonymous ask to answer too.

I just hope that Tumblr will finally do something over the bots, and all the scams that came with them, apparently it's more easy to have censor over nsfw/smut fanfictions/fanarts. Then to banishing bots 🤷‍♀️

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Is this a bad idea? Yes.

Okay. I have just play "Single's inferno" game that you can play when you have Netflix and...

This game have hit my nerve, i enjoy playing it but at the same time, I'm just in a "why did we have to take that decision? " "Why Gun-woo is becoming just a asshole ???" "Chae-won....*#%*"

(If you don't know what is "Single's Inferno" it's a dating show, on Netflix where single peoples goes on a island named "the inferno/hell" where there is food but the minimum, there is moment where peoples can talk, there is activity but no luxury. And there is the "Paradise" where peoples goes in "Couple" to learn more about each other like their Age, their jobs and privacy that they cannot tell on the island. And during this show they have to find love, with few peoples coming during the adventure. So more love interest possibilities)

I think that I will write a fanfiction to free my mind over what i would have prefered to happen, and why not made it as a Au of all asoiaf? The characters can came from all the time-line of the universe.

The fanfictions will be with multiple choices, so each love interest (men and woman) could be choiced with differents dates and interactions, the first chapter will be neutral with multiples choices at the end so there will be multiple chapter 2 for the differents interractions. And of course a line/road that will be in common. I will write it without describes the body of the reader (I will also post that fanfiction on Wattpad if some would prefer?)

I will have few survey (I'm not sure for the word as in french is "Sondage" and it's have multiple translations in English ^^")

The first is this one, then I will put more with the characters that you would like to see in the fanfiction.

(If you have not watch "singles inferno" and can watch it, I recommend it, as I'm not someone who love that kind of show generally, this one have hit me, so maybe you will like it too?)

Ps : I don't forgot about the smut of Daemon, it's coming 😘

Ps 2 : If someone would like to talk about this you can Dm me, I do not bite.

Ps 3 : For this kind of fanfiction I would be in need of a beta reader, not only for my orthographe, but also, so I could keep in mind all the past actions of the multiple chapters.

(I write this before any vote)

If none are interested, it's fine, if only one is interested and don't want want to interact with me, okay.

I will mostly write on my own, if none are interested

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Him been in a secret relationship, with his s/o.

Him been all cuddling sweat talking with his s/o in private.

But the moment they are in public.

He don't look at his s/o, whoever if his s/o his high or low born.

He don't talk with them.

The day his s/o try to go to him, smiling at him, and asking him if they are going to meet later that day. He will just act as he don't know his s/o.

Don't have been courting them in secret during a year.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Imagine "Plush"

How could react Male character when their s/o would knit or crochet or sew a plushy when she's pregnant? She could already know how to do it, or ask a servant or her mother or aunty.

Like Maegor who have alway wanted a child, saw his last wife begining to knit/crochet/sew a plushy of baby Balerion. And after their first child, she alway do it for the next.

For Daemon it would be a little Caraxes

For the Starks it would be wolves

Without forget the others houses

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Teaser Part 2 of Rage

Here is a little teaser/rough, of the middle of the part 2, this will be smut.

As I generally struggle at this, today I get over and write as it's come in my mind.

Hope you will like it ^-^

See you all when for the full part ❤️

Tag : @avalyaaa @immyowndefender

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Y/n watched Daemon move towards the bed, watching him lie down.

"Raise your arms above your head."

The tone of her voice was calm, her anger always present, even if diminished at the sight of Daemon naked form on her bed. Daemon wanted to protest, but raising his arms, as looking at y/n who opened a drawer and pull out leather straps. Surprised would not have been the appropriate adjective to Daemon’s feelings seeing the straps.

"You’re going to be a good husband." Y/n started tying Daemon’s wrists to the head of her bed, avoiding hurting Daemon.

Daemon tested the straps, but quickly understood that these were well attached. He noted mentally that he had to ask how it was that she had thoses. Over all know how to tie them.

Daemon shook his head slightly, before looking in the direction of his wife, who was beginning to undress. His erection was starting to hurt. The anticipation palpable. "Fuck... she is beautiful..."

Daemon growled when Y/n sat on his hips, refusing any contact between his cock and pussy. He pulled his arms but was stuck.

"No, no... first of all, you’re going to prove to me how skillful you are with your tongue."

Y/n slowly pulled up Daemon’s body, even if she didn’t want to show it. She was going to take her pure pleasure from him.

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