Hey, Dear!if You're Accepting Requests Could I Get An Imagine/oneshot Fluff Nsfw(if You Write Nsfw, Otherwise
Hey, dear!if you're accepting requests could i get an imagine/oneshot fluff nsfw(if you write nsfw, otherwise just fluffy is fine) Daemon x Martell chubby fem!reader where they are married and have a very good relationship( they totally trust each other and are complicit in everything), and reader is super sassy and self-assured(don't take shit from anyone) but at the same time she is extremely( at exorbitant levels even) touch starved and soooo needy for him, please ? (with a lot of fluffy)
Dragon and sun
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem Chubby Martell reader.
Author’s note: Hello Martell annon (I hope you don’t mind that I call you that) here is a first idea on your request, I have in mind another idea, the one more focused on a day or a week purely in Dorne, without any passage on the rest of Westeros, just events that would affect the area while giving details on the architecture and how to dress in the area, and for the Nsfw side, I was thinking more of a kind of Headcannon, I sincerely hope that this little text will please you, I still write the other idea I have in mind, leaves a comment even anonymous in the requests.
And to anyone reading these lines, I hope you will like it and do not hesitate to give your opinion.
Trigger warning :English is not my mother tongue so i'm sorry if there is mistakes
Dorne had not heard from Blackwater Bay for several years.
Although the tensions between the two regions had eased following the union of the Targaryen and Martell houses thanks to your marriage with Prince Daemon Targaryen, the number of letters was minute. The news had been mainly diplomatic, on rare occasions it was about a birth or death.
The last news was that of the death of Laena Velaryon, because of the agreement between Corlys and Daemon, you went there to pay your respects to the young woman.
If the day had been calm, despite the slight tension between Viserys and Daemon, the evening was more chaotic.
You watched the scene in front of you, Queen Alicent trying to defend her son from a Rhaenyra defending her sons tooth and nail. He was avoiding that her sons were not those of Laenor Velaryon, only her children did not have the hair of Targaryen/Velaryon and she was lying to herself just like the king who was defending Rhaenyra rather than his own sons, They had to consider him their king and not their father, they were crazy. The very notion of a bastard was different for you, because for many of Dornish, they were the fruits of love, so short they were.
«Why lie to them? As far as they know no? It will make them suffer for nothing» you thought that only Daemon had heard your words.
"I don’t need the words of Dorne’s fat whore!" Rhaenyra had left Alicent’s eyes to stare at you.
You remained calm staring at Rhaenyra, as if to provoke her, you had embraced one of your arms with one of Daemon when you arrived in the room and you felt that he had stiffened during Rhaenyra’s words, you knew how to defend yourself, But it was nice to have a man who wanted to protect you.
But he did not have time to advance, Alicent had attacked the princess in a few seconds, Daemon stood three quarters, between you and the two young women who were fighting. You understood Alicent’s actions, you yourself would have taken an eye out of Rhaenyra or one of her sons to avenge your children.
It was not the event that broke the ties between Dorne and the capital, it was the events of the next morning. You did not know the reasons, Daemon had discussed with Viserys then Rhaenyra, but their conflict was bogged down to leave the same morning and no longer receive news from the capital, even diplomatically the following years.
It was therefore with a suspicious eye that the arrival of a raven from King’s Landing was observed. His interception was quick, as was the reading of his message. Queen Alicent requested your presence with you and Daemon, for Vaemond Velaryon wanted to recover the floating wooden throne of Driftmark, any event witness pass between the houses Targaryen and Velaryon tin guests, the petition for succession was like a sword of Damocles on the verge of falling for Rhaenyra.
In Dorne the sun was shining, the plants of the palace were resplendent, life was emerging on both sides.
At King’s Landing, the streets were dull and grey, the knights present were also grey, even the sky seemed dull. Life seemed to have stopped.
Daemon was like a dragon in chains, he held your hand even before you arrived, but his grip had strengthened the deeper you went into the city, he finally freed your hand to place his arm around your bouncing waist at the entrance of the castle, you placed your head on his shoulder, constant physical contact allowed you both to find a form of serenity, Daemon had knowledge of the fact that you are touch starved, this need for constant touch had become a habit, he soon needed you almost as much, Maybe he wanted to constantly remember that he wasn’t dreaming, that you were real and at his side.
“If death were to have a home, he settled here.”
The knights present looked at you as stunned, Daemon noticed it and made you enter the castle quickly.
The situation was much more worrying than initially anticipated. Religious symbols had replaced the tricephalous dragon of the Targaryen, the places seemed darker, in the air hovered a heavy smell of incense, not the sweet smell of a small use as it was used in the Old Palace, rather as a use to mask another smell, a smell that the Red Keep people wanted to deny.
The servants and nobles present in the corridors watched you walk towards the apartments of Viserys, murmures were heard. It was clear that through your warm yellow and orange clothing and the symbols of Sun and Dragon embroider in small touches, you were such a blazing color task in a dark grey tide. Their looks did not spank you anything, you kept your head high and your back straight, you watched the steps of some of them, they seemed worried, suspicious. It is true that the events must have been serious enough for the Princess of Dorne to travel in person with her husband to King’s Landing.
What marked you upon entering Viserys’s room was the great curtain pulling in front of his bed, from which outbursts of smoke came out from the ends and the city carve in stone, the craftsmen had done a colossal job, But a discussion with Daemon occurred to you, it was not craftsmen who had cut all this, but the king himself, the work done seemed even greater to you because done by one person.
A heavy moan made you look at the curtain, the beating of your heart had just panicked, Daemon was the first to enter, he had a movement of recoil seeing in what state his brother was. At the vision of Viserys, you had a high heart, (want to vomit) how could he still be alive? Heavy bandages covered much of his face, he was thin, so much so that his bones were visible, several teeth were missing and some remaining became black. You don’t grab Daemon’s arm, look your husband in the eye, you were worried about the king’s physical condition, but even more so about your husband’s psychic condition. A slow moan made you focus on the king.
“D… Daemon…”
«Yes my brother, I am here, Y/n is with me»
“I… I’m so happy to see you…”
Daemon took a few minutes before talking about the conditions of your presence in the castle as well as the war having declared again against the triarchies(the crabs). The sound of the door opening made you turn, you squeezed Daemon’s arm before gently saying that you were going to speak to the person who had just come in.
Moving the curtain you saw Queen Alicent standing a few meters from the door. You approached the queen, ready to say hello.
"Have you already arrived?"
“It would seem fine.”
“Did you talk to him ?” Alicent looked behind you with a worried look.
"Yes, how could it happen in such a state?"
“The maesters are doing everything possible to heal him.”
Heal? The word seemed strange to you, keeping him alive or poisoning him would have sounded better in your ear.
«Why not send a raven to talk about his condition? We could have sent Sunspear mestres»
“We didn’t want to worry you, the conflict between our spouses was always hot.”
"What about Rhaenyra? Is she aware of it?"
“We haven’t had mail since Dragonstone for several years.”
You would sigh, exasperated by all that was going on in Daemon’s family. You continued to argue about ten minutes before Viserys started coughing of what was in your pain and Alicent asked for the presence of a maester, Daemon did not want to leave his brother alone with them, but had no other choice when the time for the interview for the choice of Driftmark’s throne arrived.
Otto Hightower on the throne was a vision that boiled the blood of Daemon, the king’s hand made you think of the venomous vipers of the Dorne desert.
All the guests arrived as you tried to calm Daemon down, shaking his hand and whispering sweet words to him and assuring him that you will find who put Viserys in this state.
The debate was not to last, Rhaenyra seeing Daemon had wanted to stand at his side to have his support but he went forward looking at her so black that he gave you shivers. Daemon was just as mad at the Hightowers as he was at his niece. Vaemond started talking, you listened with one ear, while you watched the position of Alicent and her children. They had grown up since you last saw each other. Aemond kept his gaze on one of Rhaenyra’s sons, turning his face you could see Lucerys uncomfortable. Their own conflicts were bogged down and you say to yourself that no apology had been declared since the aggression of Aemond, you shook your head gently, this conflict could have been partly settled long ago and not continue to gangrene.
Rhaenyra spoke to cut off Vaemond’s speech, stating that his sons were legitimate from the Iron Throne and Driftmark. His words seemed false to you, and in the eyes of those present, they thought no less of you.
“You were driven by your ambition, Lord Vaemond.”
In a sigh you let your thought speak.
“And she’s the one talking about ambition.”
“What did you say Lady Martell.”
«As well as deaf and impolite.» placing you face to face with Rhaenyra you looked at her. “You talk about ambition Rhaenyra while yourself want to marry your sons to their cousins. If their legitimities were not so controverted and there is no truth in the “it is said” about their kinship with Strong, you would not react that way.” Your voice was calm.
"I forbid you to speak to me like this!"
You raised an eyebrow, staring at her with a smile on your lips, you just hit the nail on the head and everyone knew it. Vaemond took advantage of the silence engendered to continue his argument, on the ties that united the sons of Rhaenyra to the throne, on the survival of the Velaryon house. He watched Rhaenyra.
"The survival of the Targaryen house is assured by your uncle and your brother princess. My house is not assured by your sons! Them!"
Daemon watched as Rhaenyra gradually closed. He smiled in a snide way. She wanted you and Laenor to die, to affirm her capture on the iron throne. But what she didn’t think was that Daemon had no ambition to rise to the iron throne. He had all that he wished for in Dorne and even more, it was by seeing the bonds that were breaking in Viserys and constant conflicts, that he realized that you were with your children much more important to him than a simple throne. He almost urged Vaemond to finish his sentence, the bastards, all knew about it, he had nothing against the children, but it would make Rhaenyra bend.
"The bastards!"
A few murmurs began to rise. Rhaenyra wanted to bring her children into their rooms but you raised your voice.
“No, stay, I’m sure even they know about their blood ties.”
Rhaenyra became pale.
"Bitch!"
“I do not allow you to speak to my wife like this Rhaenyra.”
You put a hand on Daemon’s shoulder, contacted him calming you both. Rhaenyra was beginning to lose the battle of her sons' legitimacy, although it does not make you hot or cold for her, her sons did not deserve to be raised in persistent falsehood.
Late at night, shortly after dinner at the king’s side, pride swallow on either side to spend a moment of peace.
You were in your chambers, Daemon sitting by the fireplace, the sheets around your body you sit gently on his legs, the gentle warmth emanating from Daemon’s body warmed you up in this castle so cold.
“You know I love you more than a throne.”
You laughed slowly.
“Of course, dear spouses.”
“If Viserys dies…”
“You’ll want to conflict with the people you find responsible. Whether it’s Alicent or Rhaenyra.”
“Partly yes, but not without you beside me.”
"Would you have become sensitive Daemon?"
“Only for you.”
You kissed Daemon with a kiss full of love and confidence. You will always be at his side and he is yours. For the moment, you did not pay attention to the castle and the future conflicts that would set Westeros on fire.
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"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" ^-^ '
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Dame Maggie Smith (1934 - 2024).
Day 6 is coming, I have just read again my Daemon x Marteln reader, and... all the misspell that haved pass my watch...
But do not worry Martell anon☀️ Daemon is coming
Caraxes
It’s been months since I drew anything, and years since I painted anything, But I must admit I’m pretty proud.
This Caraxes is composed of a mixture of techniques, Not forgetting watercolor, acrylic, color pencils, a white pen and gold paint.
And for a first, I’m happy with this♥️
Is this a true return?
No
I just need to talk,
Apparently to have more view, (and hoping interraction)
i need to write female reader (as a "normal" reader. No more chubby/plus size reader)
But... I love to write Plus size/chubby reader, i have easier to write them... its feel like i...
I... I feel betrayed by myself, if I write for thinner reader.
There is only a few of you who have read what I have write, and leave likes...
And...
I'm alone here.
I write a niche in a niche.
And... I feel alone...
So I have stop to write to try to clean my mind with this...
I want to write... but did i want to post?
No.
Not for now.
Because did someone will interract with me?
The chances are more close to the 0 or 0.5%
When i have beginning to write it was a way for me to try to made friends and...
I do not go to you because, I feel that if you wanted me to interract with you. You would have come to me.
I feel like that, there was people's who have read what I have write and... and just mocked me for how i write and what I write.
Because its easy to mock someone behind their back, and not wanting to help them to write better.
And that when i have stop to post. There was a "Finally, she will not be seen on the search"
For me it's a lost fight, before even trying to fight back.
(I have put the tags that i have the more use in my previous fictions)
about your opinion on the difference in plus-size!reader stories, i don't know if it's like that with everyone (and i also don't know if this is considered prejudice, please tell me if it is), but i like it and i don't read it because i think i'm appropriating something that isn't for me. the same happens with black!reader stories: i like it but i don't read it, because for me there are already many stories in which i'm the main "target" and i feel that by reading (black or plus-size stories) i will be appropriating something that someone else deserves much more (i don't know if you understand what I'm trying to say)
Hello, I think I understood what you meant, and I’ll try to answer as best I can from my perspective. I’ll divide my answer into three parts. The chubby/plus size reader, the poc reader, and the appropriation question. For the chubby/plus size reader, I think that you and other people can read the fictions that we target chubby/plus size reader, because being myself in this category, I have read many fictions where the reader is thin, and other chubby/plus size reader have read too.
For the poc reader, I would have trouble answering, for being a white person, I think it depends on the authors, in some fandoms, people were very aggressive about white people and explaining clearly and aggressively that they did not want their writings read. But personally, no matter the color of the skin, the author or the target audience, you can like a work, read it, watch it or listen to it, I write my fictions as neutral as possible (apart from the chubby/plus size side) so that everyone can enjoy fanfiction and feel included. I have always lived around people of different origins so the fact of categories a person because of his skin color is an abstract concept. I have always been taught not to judge a person by his skin colour but by his actions.
And to finish the subject of appropriation, I think very sincerely that this is a very delicate subject because everyone will have a different vision of the subject. For me there is no appropriation as long as there is respect, as for example Japan, if I put on a traditional kimono I will learn the meaning, the rituals, the tradition that surrounds it, I would wear it with respect and not strut about. In my countrie there is no such issue, because it is just crazy to see that someone knows my country, (as long as there is respect) I speak with knowledge being of Belgian origin, there are few people who would have heard about my country. (We have Brussels as capital just in case)
To summarize, I think that according to the authors and readers, the answer may differ. I am not an expert and even from very far away .
I will end with this words.
If we have to divide ourselves into a place that should bring us together no matter where we come from, that we have to start reading, listening, or looking at something based on our skin color, or our size, then our civilization regresses because we should be united, It scares me because we are all human.
I hope I’ve managed to answer you, honestly, if you want to read something that makes you want to read and that you like, go ahead, read as many fictions as you want. is not ashamed. Because it does not matter who reads what we write as long as it is a person who has appreciated our work and that there is mutual respect between author and readers then what good is it to break our heads with it?
If anyone wants to respond, go ahead, I’d like to hear from you, and I’m sure annon as well.
I hope I didn’t hurt anyone, that was not my intention.
Earenwen 🌿
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.)
Oh that's interesting, its noted 🙂
It's so cute 💕
Hii, lovely🩵 Your icons are amazing! I don't know if you take requests, sorry in advance if you don't atm, but could you do some Laena ones? Doesn't matter if teen or adult version, love them both🩵
Hi, thank you so much! Of course I can! Not sure what colors you prefer, so I tried a few! The sea green is the color of House Velaryon and for the rest I went with the vibe. If you want changes or different photos of her — just leave me a message! 🤗
LAENA VELARYON ICONS.
This will be for the followers and the few that have read my fanfictions
Its not a easy decision for me... but...
I will not post fanfiction until i found a beta reader, because sometime writing fanfictions is a lonely activity.
And I feel really alone
Its good to know that you have read and put a like... I will never go against it.
Its just that I feel that... I write bad fanfictions, and even if i write on my side. I'm just "why posting?" As i will be alone not having a conversation or even a word to be better
So yes...
I'm sorry for the ask of fanfictions, but they will not be post before long time
Avec affection,
Earenwen
(If you want to read what i have posted before, here the link of my masterlist)
It's not because I'm out that I will not see if i have messages (even if i doubt, that I will have a message)
😑 How people can be like that ?
Anyone harassing the black & brown cast of HOTD needs to fucking cope and seethe.
Bethany is Baela the Brave and she’s splendid. I can’t wait for her to get the chance to play Baela after all the racist harassment she has had to experience from not only the fandom but the shitty writing.
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Hi, I'm Eärenwen (Emilie), 31 years old, writter of fanfictions. @Lady_eare on twitter/X
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