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You are very talented dear! Your fic about Daemon is simply sensational! 😘🤌🏽 Very well written and definitely captivated me. Thanks for giving us such a masterpiece. #Martell anon ☀️

Hello Martell anon, :)

Oh thank you,

This may be due to a slight obsession with Daemon, my brain has a tendency to make it easier to imagine scenes as if it were a comic book or a movie when it’s him.

I try to do my best to write all the thoughts that go through my mind, while remaining consistent.

I’m glad you like it so much. I continue to think about the marital life of Daemon and Martell reader, this advances little by little, I just have to write the thoughts of other future fiction to free up space when they come into my mind. (Like imagining a Daemon x reader in the form of the sleeping beauty after watching the cartoon).

It is up to me to thank you, your messages as well as the few other people gives him courage to continue writing and posting:) so for that I would tell you in my mother tongue, that is to say French.

Merci infiniment 😊♥️

Hoping you have a good day, See you again,👋🏻

Earenwen 🌿

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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My mind keep thinking about how Maegor would react at a servant who try to protect dragons eggs and finish burned by a dragon like Cannibal. And she do a "Daenerys". She survive the fire and she's all shocked to have survive the fire and all and Maegor is just "who the fuck are you?!"

News of the writing

Hi, I come to you to give you news of the texts I am thinking about/writing.

I’ll list that for you.

So it’s mostly Daemon Targaryen.

Marital life of Darmon x Martell reader and its nsfw headcanon

-Part Two of "the prince of her Heart"

-an inspiration from the tale of the sleeping beauty where Daemon is the sleeping beauty. (I hesitate about this one, tell me what you think.)

-a fiction where Daemon is in love with the reader but she refuses her advances. (But I have the impression that it looks like "the prince of her Heart" so I’ll see about this one)

And finally according to the inspiration I go in the opposite of Daemon with Sir Criston Cole,

I want to write at least one text with him but I still have to think, it will probably be platonic.

Otherwise I wish you a good weekend and if everything goes well in writing on Sunday. Be well.

Earenwen

I need to indroduce you someone

My own Caraxes, I love it so much.

It’s not perfect, but I’m proud to have it crocheted thanks to a Diy find on youtube, I leave you the links to its diy which is in three parts if you want to make yourself a dragon. The tutorial is not written vocally in english,it’s in spanish, i think, but she leaves isntruction in English on her video.

Here

And i leave you the link of my instagram page where you will find more picture of Caraxes

Here

ok, now I return to write my Daemon x chubby reader

Cinderella

"Illustration draw my me"

---- Masterlist ---- Rules for request ----

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x chubby Fem reader

Abstract: A young woman from an archipelago allied to Westeros, did not think that fairy accounts exist or even suspected the charm of a prince.

Author’s note: the release of this One-shot took time because I had to finish the illustration first, I want to thank @avalyaaa who very kindly, saw the sketches for the illustration and encourage.

Trigger Warning : English is not my mother tongue.

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The kingdom of Y/k/n was located in the west of Westeros, beyond the sea, an island archipelago formed the kingdom, this one was prosperous for several centuries, this prosperity, came from fertile agriculture, from the extraction of ore in long seams in the mines.

The people respected their rulers, for they managed to keep peace with the other kingdoms. Exchanges of food, materials were customary, several lords of Westeros, had united some of their children girl or boy, with merchants or nobles of the kingdom of Y/k/n, perpetuating the peace agreements, hard won.

During the conquest of Westeros, the king of the time allowed people to take refuge from the conquest of Aegon the conqueror. Let it be nobles to peasants. At a time when circular rumours about the possibility of a future war against the monarch Targaryen, the king who although loyal to his kingdom, signed a non-aggression pact between the two kingdoms, he did not want his people to perish in bloodshed and fire. The archipelago retained its sovereignty, remaining an independent kingdom but ally of Westeros. However no marital union was declared, dragons were not allowed to fly around the archipelago, defences made up of various weapons some were throwing heavy projectiles into the sky were a reason alone.

As the centuries passed, peace endured, exchanges continued, the shadows of dragons roamed the sky in the distance, children’s dreaming of theim.

King after king, the people listened and followed their monarchs, looking in the distance at the castle, built on the largest island of the archipelago, its white stones were embedded in the mountain and reflected the light of the sun.

In this castle lived, king Y/f/n was a fair man and concerned about the people, he tried to keep a cordial understanding with Westeros, meaning that his people did not pay the price.

This king was a widower, from his first wife he had with his wife a daughter, whom they named y/n. Although he was a good father, he thought that the love of a mother was indispensable to the happiness of his daughter. He chose a noble woman born on the archipelago, she was recently widowed, and already mother of two daughters, Karoline and Melina, who was the same age as Y/n.

If this second marriage went smoothly, the people happy to have a new queen, it was only at the premature death of the king, that the true nature of his second wife revealed.

She was a cold, calculating and cruel woman, madly jealous of the kindness and attention that Y/n drew around her, the people worshipping their princess and future heiress, but above all she was determined to put the interests of her two female manipulators daughter first.

Over the years, the castle fell into ruins, the new queen regent had nothing to do with the castle, the money of the royal family was squandered to satisfy the whims of the two girls, whether in expensive dresses, fruit to carry from Essos, boat trips to Westeros to try to get them married to a noble house. Y/n deceiving and humiliating at a young age was relegated to the role of servant in her own kingdom. The people no longer heard of her, the queen having declared that their princess was sick and could present herself before them, only vile lies on her part. The last raven from the Targaryen came to leave a message of condolence and then no more news. In spite of this Y/n remained gentle and kind. Knowing that one day the truth would come out, that the world could not be gray and gloomy. She kept the secret hope that her dreams would come true and that her family’s honor would rise from the ashes.

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The stones once covered with frescoes, were not renewed, leaving the walls to suffer the weather and become gray again. Most of the windows overlooking the kingdom, had their heavy curtains pull, preventing the light. Only one window had no curtain, it was the highest window of the castle, one of the towers of the keep. The light slowly entered the doorway of the window, lighting a small room, advancing minutes after minutes towards a sleeping young woman. The open window allowed the singing of the birds to echo, gently awakening the young woman.

She opened one eye gently, looking around her, and breathed a sigh, reminiscent of the dream she had just had. It stretched out with a few movements, while rising, looking at the window, observing the sky of a clear blue, where no clouds were visible.

“A beautiful day is coming,” she thought.

The young woman put her feet on the ground, slowly remembering the tasks of her day. The room which was the bedroom of the young woman was the smallest room of the castle, made of brick wall covered with white paint yellowed by time, of a floor of oak wood, which was lightened by the sun. From a single window open to the outside of the castle. In one corner of the room was a bed that took up much of the space, a small bedside table where a candle was placed, a closet that looked more like a broom closet closed by a wooden door, on a small shelf, there were two frames in which portraits of her parents were placed. On the other side of her room, there was a screen of his favorite color inherited from her mother. A copper soup bowl that served to hold the water for his morning bath and a boudoir.

At the first blow of bells, she began to prepare herself, quickly spanking her toilet before dressing up and hanging her apron around her neck and her plump hips. The young woman looked in the mirror to make sure that her outfit was properly fitted, she could see her hair y/h/c stylized in a way that her hair would not interfere with her future tasks. Her dress in earth tones, was well placed, the strict cut did not allow the birth of a possible neckline, this outfit was made only for work and nothing else. It changed a lot of the dresses the young woman wore as a child. This young woman remembered pretty dress in Y/f/c color, where beads and small stones were embroidered, but remembering seemed very distant. Just like the memories of her parents before her mother-in-law arrived. The life of a princess no longer existed.

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Y/n went down the many steps that made up the stairs of the tower, passing through several rangers of stairs, corridors and the inner courtyard of the castle, going towards a dark wooden door and worn out by time, taking it towards the sub-floors where kitchens were installed.

In the kitchens, the few servants always at the service of Madame and her daughters, set to work. All had known Y/n’s father and supported the young woman, knowing that the situation was complicated and their uprisings would have led to more trouble for Y/N.

It was with a smile that the young woman arrived, she greeted the servants present, wishing them a good day, before preparing the morning meal of the animals who lived in the enclosure of the castle, including the preparation of the grain for poultry, hay for cows and horses, taking time to fill the dishes of stray dogs and cats passing through the castle, but who were each time hunted by her mother-in-law, the said woman loved very little, and pets were not a part of it.

The servants had orders never to help Y/n in her chores, whatever the difficulty, because Madame was watching over the grain and had ensured a great punishment. The few who rebelled in the early years had ended up whipping blood, others were locked in the castle dungeon. The servants present watched Y/n place the food bowls in a large wicker basket, taking it with one arm and catching a large, heavy bag of grain on her opposite shoulder, the servants, every day had to see the young woman although robust bend under the weight of successive sacks, bales of hay and mockery of the people who were to be her family.

One of the remorseful servants began to heat the water for the tea of the dreadful mother and daughters sleeping upstairs. Screams call the young woman, was about to begin.

When Y/n entered the kitchen, she saw that all she had to do was pour the hot water and take the hot buns freshly bought by one of the servants in the city. She silently thanked her friends, and began to finish the preparations, not noticing a cat hanging around the silver cups filled with tea, as the whisper-like cries began to reason in the empty and dusty halls of the castle, distracting her.

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Y/n crossed the kitchens, exited into the inner courtyard, to climb endless stairs and walk through many corridors, the trays place on his arms.

Melina preferred not to be awakened before her servant arrived to dress her, so her tray was left at the entrance of her room. Karoline, wanted to leave her tray in her room, her hot tea, while she took her morning bath. As for Madame, she wanted Y/n to put her tray in her room on the desk where she had to leave scrolls devoured by moths.

Everything was in the best of worlds, all seemed satisfied with the service.

It was without counting, a shrill cry, which made the windows tremble, slightly out of their hinges.

“Oh no…”

Heart pounding, hoping to have imagined having heard this cry, Y/n did not move from the stairs. Her hands trembled, her breathing accelerated, a fear she knew all too well, swelling in her belly.

She saw Madame’s daughters running near, from the corridors of their apartments, one of them half dressed, her servant running to destroy her, holding the ties of her dress. The second arrived barefoot, lifting her dress to her knees not to trip over the bottom of her dress. Their eyes crossed Y/n’s eyes, silently accusing without knowing the reason for the screaming, the young woman. They plunged into their mother’s chambers, worried about their mother’s cry. The ears of Y/n whistled, she felt that a punishment would fly against her.

"Y/N! Come here now!"

She felt her feet moving without even having the desire to advance, going up the steps as slowly as possible, walking the few steps that separated her from the dark room of her mother-in-law.

To say that Madame’s room was dark was an understatement, no light entered except the light of the hallway, hiding at the bottom of her bed, only the reflection of the light in the old woman’s eyes showed her presence in the room. The daughters were sent out, and although they were not satisfied, she did what their mothers ordered, for even they feared the matriarch.

“You started to hide things.”

“Madame, I don’t know what's...”

“Silence! You know exactly what you did.”

“I don’t know, I swear, I made your tea like every day…”

"Enough! I know you’re lying, you never loved me, you want revenge. I understand, but I’m the only family you have left, understand the good. Without me you have nothing!”

“Yes Madame…”

“To punish you, you will be deprived of food, let it be a lesson, and maybe it will help you lose weight.” said Madame with a smirk.

With her heart hurting, Y/n had to bow slightly to her mother-in-law, as she had violently taught her, at least this time, the punishment was not directly physical.

The day must have been beautiful, quite the contrary.

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Y/n climbed the water from the well of the great court, when she saw a Herault, wearing a black tunic, on which was placed a armor, pass the guards and the great door that separated the castle from the people.

Surprised she looked at the man walking towards the great gate of the castle, knowing that she was not to interfere at all with Madame’s business, she filled a bucket of water, and left with it in the direction of the large basin where the washers washed the linen.

The song of the birds, like sweet music, reasoned in the gardens on this sweet spring afternoon. Although the archipelago was in temperate waters and the sun was mild. It was always more pleasant to wash the laundry in a warm water by the heat of the sun, than under the cold wind in the late afternoon, where the water is so cold that at the end of the chore, the fingers were so cold, that they became numb.

The washers were squatting around the basin, dirty laundry was placed in large wooden basins, a smell of plants, flowers and soap emanated from the water, many of the women sang songs that had been passed on to them by their parents or other servants. Others talked about their other chores, or the actions of Madame and her daughters.

Y/n placed her water seal next to the eldest of the washers, the old woman’s back was bent under the weight of years and arthritis, preventing her from lifting too heavy objects. She stayed a few minutes with them, participating in the conversations more or less silently.

It was only at her call that Y/n stopped talking.

"Princess! Princess!"

It was Foulques, the old maester who had seen her grow up.

“We received a herald from Westeros. The Targaryen seal the scroll. It’s for your family.”

Foulques, put with his trembling hands, wrinkled skin and moles appear, the parchment in the hands of Y/n.

Y/n looked at the parchment with hesitation, although she wanted to read what was written on it, it had worked for a long time since the last message.

"Have you told Madame?"

Several washerwomen spit on the ground to mention the dreadful woman.

“No princess, it makes more sense to me that it should come back to you.”

“You’re well aware of what would happen if she found out?”

“Yes, but if someone could help you in your situation, they would definitely be the most powerful family in Westeros.”

Her desire to read the parchment was powerful, but her fear of Madame’s blows was much more powerful. It was against her heart that she had to convince the maester to warn her mother-in-law, finding as a compromise that she followed him in the throne room.

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Y/n followed the maester in the direction of the great throne room where Madame was, the great room was originally decorated with gold and jewels, large tapestries telling the royal story, while celebrating the ingenious talant of the guilds of the archipelago. Madame dressed in a long black dress, from the collar up to below her chin, sat on the throne, dictating orders to servants, in a room now covered with spider’s web on the high ceilings, where the tapestries were torn off and the walls crumbled.

“Madame, a messenger from Westeros just dropped off a scroll.”

"Give me this!"

Madam, raised her left arm in the direction of the young woman, making gestures of the hand to encourage Y/n to approach. The parchment was plucked from her hands, when she was reachable, the daughters of Madame, who were present at their mother’s side, approached her, also wanting to read the parchment.

"Listen! The king and queen of Westeros, decreed the preparation of a great ball! All the young women of good families are invited. This ball is being announced for Prince Aemond Targaryen to find a bride.”

"Oh that’s fantastic!" said one of the first girls.

"I would be a real princess," said the second, beginning to dance clumsily.

“That means I can participate,” says Y/n.

“What do you mean? With rags? You saw how fat you are, I’m sure the prince won’t even notice you.” Both girls were annoyed.

“After all, I am of this family. You said it yourself. I am of noble birth. I am also a guest.” Y/n no longer paid attention to the mockery of her sisters-in-law. Look into the eyes of her mother-in-law, with her head held high.

"Enough! You can come." Madame had spoken, her daughters were beginning to contradict her. “As long as you finish all your chores before we head to King’s Landing.”

"Thank you Madame."

It is joyful that Y/n left the room, setting off in the direction of the tasks assigned to her, not paying attention to Madame’s smirk.

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The trunks were prepared, the carriage repaired and cleaned. Y/n stood by her little trunk made of wood and leather, she was of medium size, lying down she reached her knees. The trunks of her in-laws took up much more space, the girls each had two large trunks only for their dresses, not to mention the smallest for the underwear, stockings, shoes and accessories. Her mother-in-law took only a large trunk where her belongings could return without difficulty.

The trunks were attached to the carriage, failing to fall more than once on the way from the castle to the port.

The windows of the carriage were obstructed, Y/n sitting opposite her from her in-laws, had to restrain herself from moving the small curtain from the window to her left, it now did what seemed to her an eternity that she had not seen the streets of the city and its inhabitants, she wondered how the children she played with as a child had become, whether they were married, had children, whether they still lived on this island. But though the desire to know all this burned within her. The cold, calculating look of her mother-in-law gave her chills, she watched.

Y/n including directly what was hidden in the eyes of the people, going up into the boat by a bridge away from the eyes, she had to sleep near the goods, away from the eyes of the passengers. Although she was sad about the fate reserved for her, an anger was born in her, more and more noisy, screaming that she had to free herself. But each time, she convinced herself that it was not the right time, once she arrived on Westeros, she could think about it.

The vessel was making the longest voyage, Madame having ordered the captain to dock directly at the port of King’s Landing, wanting a grand arrival for her legitimate daughters. From two days of sailing and a week to travel Westeros in a straight line, it lengthened by one more week, skirting the coasts of Dornes, deviating from the path, classic to avoid corals and bottom too low to sail in peace, fortunately avoiding very frequent storms along the way and having a very favorable wind to the chosen path.

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The grand entrance if desired was unfortunately for them, foil by a natural element. Rain.

The voluminous robes of the sisters-in-law were waterlogged, preventing them from walking without tripping because of their weight. Madame fulmina, the few people present of several mestres began to mock her daughters. Seen from the corner of the eye, Y/n go discreetly in the direction of the coach charter to bring them to their Inn.

Oh yes an Inn and not apartments in the Red Keep, the delay taken by the change of route made them arrive last. Relegating them to the same level of noble houses and poorer than others.

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The inn was dark, but welcoming, much more than the corridors of the archipelago’s castle, less dusty, there were more candles to light the place despite the lack of windows.

Madame asked for the most remote room for Y/n, asking in a dry tone of voice, that no one be in contact with her, forbidding her any visit of the city, even accompanied.

The room of Y/n was for what we can say spartan, a bed with mattress made of straw, a small window turn towards the castle, walls of torchis crack a wardrobe to the door brinquebalante and to fill it all, a very strong smell of enclose. The place seemed more like a prison than a room.

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The first few days, Y/n keep, day and night, the small window open to help her get rid of the ambient smell, she dared not remove her clothes from her trunk, prefer to leave them in safety, taking only when appropriate clothes.

From her window, she could see at times dragons flying around the castle, from one huge, much larger than the others, that she wondered how it had reached such a size, was it due to its food? Imagining the quantities of meat she had chills in the back, an army would not have been enough to feed the beast.

The day of the ball was approaching, as was her nervousness. Was she going to live up to the event? Could she participate without an intervention of her mother-in-law? How was the prince? She had no idea, but kept the hope that for one night she could be who she was, a princess and not a servant.

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At sunset, on the night of the ball, Madame had allowed Y/n to leave her room, but had not allowed anyone, to the point of paying the employees, to help the young woman prepare. But his attempts to prevent a young woman from participating in the ball were null.

As Y/n walked down the stairs, she realized that her plans were being undermined.

The young woman, even without help, had managed to put on her dress. It was Y/f/c, the latest fashion in the archipelago. A soft neckline underlined the young woman’s chest. Her make-up was light due to lack of materials and her desire not to resemble her sisters-in-law’s one-layer make-up reminded her of the gesso layers used for paints.

Her sisters-in-law were furious, for although the young woman was rounder than they were, a sweet aura emanated from her, an elegance they could not achieve. Both began to complain when their mother approached Y/n.

“Beautiful, it’s true, this color suits you.”

Madame walked around Y/n watching her with disdain from head to toe.

“Well, let’s go.”

A weight on the shoulders of Y/n withdrew when she left the inn. The biggest had just passed, she had no longer crossed her fingers for the journey to go awkward.

This was without counting on her sisters-in-law.

All four had to walk in the alley where the inn was to take the carriage in the main street, other coaches were placed in the alley, but had blocked each other, as it was narrow, If the one at the entrance didn’t move, neither did the others.

The day before, the rain had once again fallen on King’s Landing, The cobblestones were wet on both sides of the road, large puddles of water and parchment mud parched the alley.

Melina and Karoline complained about the humidity, explaining to their mother that their dresses would be destroyed by the mud.

“You don’t have to walk on the pavement, you’re not commoners, the mud isn’t for you.”

Her two daughters looked at each other for a few seconds before turning in the direction of Y/n. The young woman did not pay attention to her in-laws, preferring to observe the city, the people she met, smiling at the children.

All of a sudden, Y/n felt hands resting on her back, pushing her forward, she tried to catch up but the slippery pavement made her trip, in a fragment of a second, she found herself lying face down in the mud. Her ears were buzzing, her heart pounding, she thought her blood was freezing. Trying to get up, she felt a small pain in her hands, they were scratched due to the fall. Two laughs were quickly heard, which was the only laughter she heard.

"Oh, poor Y/N, you are relegated to your rank," said Melina in a mean voice.

Y/n got up with difficulty, the bottom of her dress was torn during her fall, mud covered her face and her clothes deformed by the weight of water and mud. Her hands were shaking, her breathing rampaging.

“You’re not going to go with us looking like a sow, go back to the inn, we’ll discuss this when we get back.”

Madame with a mischievous smile began to walk in the direction of the carriage, her daughters following her closely. A few passers-by approached Y/n wanting to know if she had hurt herself in her fall. But all that Y/n could do with the feeling of betrayal was to flee. Her steps carried her to the sandstone of the wind. Passing through different streets, small and large, taking her to one of the gates of the city walls, she passed it, not paying attention where she was resting only well away from the ramparts.

If anyone could have said the place was dangerous, Y/n would not have listened to them as she was devastated.

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Y/n collapsed on the ground covered with dead leaf, breathless and exhausted.

As the sun set, she paid no attention to the animals present, nor to the sounds they made.

“Honey, it’s gonna be okay.”

Y/n raised his frightened head and looked, the woman standing in front of her, this woman wore thin wings almost transparent in the back, a long hooded dress of a blue king, which hid her white hair for the most part.

"Who are you?"

The old woman kept a warm smile on her lips.

"A fairy?"

"Ah? Dragons can exist and not fairies?"

“Oh forgive me…”

“Don’t worry, I know this is new to you.”

The fairy asked her why she was in such that state, as the story progressed, the fairy, gnashed her teeth. The young woman might have believed that flames appeared in the woman’s eyes.

“We’re not going to let them win! I’m going to let you go to the ball.”

“I don’t want to go anymore… What’s the point?”

“Oh dear child, there’s so much more you can imagine there.”

The fairy godmother began to look around her, seeming to be looking for something. The fairy began to think several minutes before raising her right hand in the air.

“What do we need… Oh yes I know! A carriage!”

Suddenly, roots began to grow and move towards the fairy, taking with them pieces of wood, iron and plants. Under the fairy’s enchantment, the pieces of wood and metal began to fly, gathering, a carriage beginning to form before her eyes, the plants were used to plug the places that were not comparing wood and metal, slowly solidifying, forming vegetal forms accentuating the basic structure before the eyes of the young woman, adorning herself with the coats of arms of her family, wearing colors and gilding. At the same time, squirrels began to fly, gradually turning into four dashing horses. A fox began to fly in the direction of the carriage, its hairs began to change shapes and color, the animal gradually transformed into a man wearing a tunic with Y/k/n coats of arms, he became the coachman. A last animal, a greyhound also began to fly away, grow, and the hairs transformed into a human in the same outfit as the fox, he became footman.

Y/n was blown away, she thought she had gone crazy or fell asleep, dreaming everything that was happening. Although she thanked the fairy, she was still not sure if she wanted to go to the ball. Or even if she could trust that person. The fairy noticed the young woman’s outfit, it is ruminant that she transformed the clothes of Y/n, these transformed into an elegant dress Y/f/c, with advantageous neckline without being provocative, it was not typical of the archipelago.

“Don’t worry, it’s perfect for this event.”

Y/n looked at her feet when she felt light tingling at her feet. She saw beautiful glass shoes, pure sapphire blue

The young woman had learned many years rather than that everything had a price, and all this, had to be of a gigantic cost.

"I... I cannot accept all this. I don’t know if you are really a fairy and not a witch in disguise. Everything at a price, and I’m afraid it will be more than I can offer.”

"You are destined to be taller than a mere servant, and you know this very well in the depths of your being. You’ll understand later, now go to the Red Keep, your destiny awaits you.”

The fairy gently took Y/n’s arm helping her to get into the carriage. Closing the door, she spoke again.

“But be careful, because at the twelfth bell, ringing midnight, the spell will be broken.”

Y/n looked at the woman, understanding that this was to be part of the price to be paid, and kept the warning in mind, she wanted to ask questions but was stopped, the carriage starting to set out at the time the missing fairy.

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At King’s Landing, the ball festivities were in full swing. Street shows were held, a parade of young women also animated the life of the city. One after the other, they were heading towards the Red Keep. Day after day, the number of girls did not decrease.

Alicent was beginning to lose patience, his second son had to find a wife from whom the family had armed forces in sufficiency, and from power on Westeros could tip the advantage for his children, in case of open conflict with Rhaenyra. Otto was placed next to his daughter and told her that the best solution would have been to choose an arranged marriage rather than letting the prince choose.

For several hours the noblest young women had presented themselves to the prince, but Aemond had little interest in it, feeling his boredom rise in him. Alicent was getting more and more annoyed, the incessant words of her father did not help her.

On the announcement of young women arriving from a country allied to Westeros, Alicent looked, seeing two young women, at the makeup more than outrageous. Aemond’s only valid eye was more than frustrated.

“Lady Karoline and Meline de (name of their mother), adopted daughters of the deceased king of the kingdom of Y/k/n.”

Otto hearing the name of the kingdom and seeing the young women told himself that they looked nothing like the girl she met a long time ago on a trip to strengthen connections with the Y/h/n family.

While Alicent sighed more than hopeless about the situation, Otto began to speak to her.

"What did you think? Having a prince of Targaryen blood as an ally would bring many people. And then do you think that at the corner of a corridor, a young woman would arrive and attract Aemond’s gaze?"

Alicent looked in the direction of his son, seeing him walking towards the big door, pushing the two dreadful young women on his way, spanking them with screaming voices. Intrigued, she stared at her son, avoiding looking away at the arrival of an alcoholic Aegon.

Aemond, on his side, had seen a round young woman who seemed more beautiful than any jewel of Westeros, arriving. She was about her age. She seemed lost and alone in the castle, something in her attracted him and he did not understand what was, he must have known.

Alicent saw her son approach and finally land a young woman, and ordered the guards to prevent anyone from disturbing the prince.

“Oh, this is getting interesting.”

“Aegon. Don’t bother your brother.”

“He has so much to learn.”

“Listen to your mother.”

Otto looked at Aegon, knowing that arriving at a certain number of jugs of wine, he could become a pleasure for his brother. A maester discreetly entered the great hall, heading towards Queen Alicent. The maester explained that the king had asked for it, she asked Otto to take care of everything. Let nothing happen to the prince and the young woman.

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It was with a mutual charm that the two young men began to approach, the fact that Aemond was one-eyed did not put off Y/n. Oh no, an almost bewitching charm took away the young man who had accosted him. It is almost hypnotized, that both began to discuss, forgetting both being of royal birth, the musicians present began to play their music, taking with her, the guests, Aemond, extended his hand towards the young woman, Although he did not like the idea of dancing, his mother the queen had told him enough, that certain protocol had to be respected, the dance was part of it. Y/n saw the outstretched hand of the young man with the long silver hair, the heart palpitating and a feeling of warmth rising in her, Y/n accepted, secretly hoping not to have forgotten the dance lessons she had when her father was still alive.

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When the young couple moved through the castle to the gardens, then outside the castle enclosure, skirting the niche of Vhaegar, the guards remained close, not too close to avoid disturbing them but enough to prevent anyone from bothering them.

Vhagar, on her side, watched her master walk alongside a young woman, first of all awakening to the slightest risk that could happen, and she realized, seeing the gestures of the two persons, that nothing was going to happen to Aemond, She had seen it many generations before.

The stars illuminated the sky, giving a heavenly atmosphere to the evening.

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It was without realizing that the first sounds of bells began to ring. If the first two Y/n did not pay attention, she began to panic.

“Oh… I can’t stay…”

"But why?"

“The prince…I didn’t see the prince.”

“So you don’t know…”

Other bells resounded in the city. Y/n started running towards his carriage, shoving the guards in places, narrowly avoiding getting caught by Otto who, just a moment seemed to recognize the young woman.

Running down the stairs, avoiding falling, she lost one of her glass shoes, but time was running out and the guards and the king’s hand would chase after her.

Y/n barely got into her carriage when a guard was about to grab her by an arm.

All the horsemen brought by Otto chased the carriage in the colors Y/h/c. All saw the rear that it the bells sounded the closing of all the doors of the city walls. When Otto saw the doors closed and realized that the young woman had no way to escape, but was stunned, as she was turning through one of the streets taken by the carriage, there was nothing left but wooden planks, plants and metal, lay on the ground, walking down the street, he didn’t see a living soul.

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Y/n did not know how she did to be back in her room of the inn, when she woke up, her dress had disappeared, she first believed in a dream, but when she placed her feet on the ground, she felt that one of her feet was wearing a shoe, a blue sapphire shoe. Realizing that the night had indeed taken place and that she had indeed met her beautiful stranger, hiding the shoe, she heard her sisters-in-law arrive, their nauseating mockery, audible through the door.

"So how’s spending your night alone here?"

“Calm… Did you meet the prince?”

«Of course what do you think» Karoline was bitten alive, always humiliating the treatment received by the prince.

“He spent most of the night wooing us.”

Y/n could recognize the lie in the voices of her sisters-in-law, she could not ask them any more questions, Madame went up the screaming stairs.

“My children! I have a great announcement for you!”

The three young women turned in the direction of the door which opened with a bang, Madame entered, her hair ruffled gave her a look of a person not virtuous.

“A castle announcement has been made! The King has decreed that all the young women of King’s Landing go to the castle. They are looking for the young woman who took the prince’s heart. “ She glanced at his daughters. “Get ready, be presentable, we’ll leave as soon as possible.”

Y/n the throbbing heart did not believe his ears, the prince was looking for a young woman, maybe she could find her stranger in the castle. Lost in her thoughts, she heard that at the last moment the door closed in a cloud of dust.

“I will release you once one of my daughters has married the prince.”

Y/n approached the door, grabbing the clink wanting to open the door but encountering only resistance, the young woman began to scream and beat at the door. Asking to be released. But no answer.

At the entrance of the inn Madame”paid the employees, to keep her locked up, ordering them not to let anyone help Y/n.

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In the castle, the servants and knights walked the corridors quickly, all the young women came one after the other, since the announcement, whether it was from the commoner to the young noble woman.

The king was not present in the throne room, the shoe was placed on a cushion in the colors of the Targaryen, in the center of the room, Aemond was standing surrounded by Aegon, Helaena, Alicent and Otto. He could recognize the young woman he was sure of, but the shoe test only confirmed more officially the refusal of the prince.

Otto Hightower, who thought again and again how the young woman could disappear, raised his eyes in the direction of the great door and was greeted by the most disastrous vision he could see. An old sour woman and two young women who unfortunately would be more likely to find love with the local blacksmith than with Prince Aemond.

“The King decreed that all young women to be married should try the glass shoe, in case the shoe is in the right size, the Prince will marry the young woman, which will make her Princess Targaryen.”

These words were repeated to every young woman.

It was with a sigh that the royal family saw, the young women began to fight to proclaim that the shoe was theirs, without thinking that a charm was spelling the shoe, preventing anyone from wearing it, igniting the feet, or shrinking on the feet of all young women who were not its owner.

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Y/n locked in her room, screaming and drumming at the door, seeing that no one was going to help her, she looked at the small window, she was too small for her to pass but maybe by luck someone was going to hear her.

In the alley, knights walked through each building, forcing all the young women out, forming lines of people.

Criston Cole, who led the search, saw a knight approaching while running.

“Sir, a young woman screams for help in an inn, they refuse to let her out.”

Cole frowned, ordering the knight to guide him to the inn. Crossing the streets, Criston heard the screams of a young woman, he started to run, the order was to give that all young women be introduced, no one will go against the throne.

Employees seeing guards approaching the castle began to wonder if letting the person be locked up was always a good idea. Seeing that no one was moving, Criston passed over the employees, the knights holding them in the entrance, going up the steps, he looked for where the voice came from. Continuing up the steps he finally saw an isolated door, the cries came from there.

In decided to break down the door, giving several blows with force, fortunately, the door in poor condition did not last long. The door came out of its hinges and fell to the ground. Y/n remained silent, seeing a knight at the entrance of his room.

"Are you all right?"

Y/n shook hrr head, having lost her words, now everything was fine.

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By nightfall, the crowd was only beginning to fade, hoping to find the young woman as well.

Only three people remained, although the shoe test was disastrous for them. What annoyed Alicent, so much she wanted to see them flee the castle.

At the level of the large gate she could see Cole enter, the search had to be completed. He approached the queen.

“Majesty, the search is over, we found a young woman locked up and brought her here.”

When Y/n entered the throne room, Aemond recognized her directly. Madame, I recognized her too, quickly.

“Oh it’s nobody, just our servant.”

"Why did you lock her up in this case?" Alicent looked at the frightening woman with a questioning look.

“I am not a servant. I am Y/n Y/h/n, true heiress of the Y/k/n. kingdom.”

Alicent looked at Otto for confirmation of the words spoken by the young woman in front of her. He reflected for a moment on why her face seemed so familiar to him. He confirmed with a gesture of the head.

A servant took the pillow where the sapphire shoe was placed, wanting to get closer to Y/n. Madame with an unfortunate little movement of feet, made the servant trip.

The shoe burst in contact with the ground, Aemond looked with his only eye at the old woman, her blood bubbling in her veins.

“I have another one.”

The royal family looked at the plump, surprised young woman, Y/n out of a pocket of her apron the shoe identical to the previous one. And help a servant get her off.

There were no flames or shrinkage, the shoe fit perfectly. His mother-in-law began to threaten Y/n, forgetting the Targaryen and Hightower present.

"You little bitch! How dare you? When we return to the archipelago, you will be entitled!"

Aemond stood between Y/n and the mother-in-law, staring at the woman. Under the orders of Queen Alicent, guards led Madame and her daughters into the dungeons. He was spanking later, the time for discussions was passing, the next days were going to be charged, for the moment, Y/n had to rest from the screams, the dirt and the threats. Oh Aemond wasn’t going to pass that. 

Kinktober

4 Maegor ?

Of course it's noted 🙂

Dear Eärenwen, I just finished reading day 6 of your Kinktober, and it went beyond my expectations! I loved every detail. Thank you so much for taking the time to write my request. With love, #Martell anon ☀️

My dear Martell anon ☀️

I'm happy that you have loved it, as I'm still learning how to write smut.

I have post the synopsis of the day 14 that you have asked too for Martell reader 🙂

With love,

Eãrenwen

Hello,

I will put here the synopsis/draft in few words of the day's of the kinktober that I have put for the ask where anon and with just a number and a character name, as i'm late in posting the fanfictions. If the synopsis are not of your liking and that you where the anon who have asked for the day and the character, told me in ask and I will work with it

So here are the synopsis, by day with the character name :

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 :

(I have put the two day of the ask in one fanfiction as it could be good, but if you want to have it in two different fanfiction you can tell me 🙂)

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 out 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.

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.

🫣🤭🥰

Kinktober Day 1: Begging

Pairing: Maegor x fem reader

Summary: Maegor, begging his s/o for the first time.

Warning: P*rn without too much plot, begging, oral sex (male receive), worship, (you can tell me if I have pass something)

Autor note: Basically I don’t write much content nsfw, so this first day allows me to practice a little. (sorry for the wait, I hope that no miss spelling have pass my eyes) there is no description of the reader, so she can be of all shape

I hope you like it

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It was an hour. An hour that Maegor had just come out of the small council. An hour he had passed the door of your quarters, an hour he had driven out your servants and lady’s in waiting.

His violet look, would have intimidated more than one person, but not you. On the contrary, his aura threatened to slap this heat in the back of your head, and oh how you could feel its effects flowing down your thighs.

In a few steps, Maegor had come closer to you, grabbing your head with both hands, taking you in a kiss, filled with his frustration to pass. This was not one of the kisses exchanged earlier in the day.

He moved one of his hands into the crease of your back, while the second was directed to the back of your head. He did not give you time to think that he walked towards the nearest wall, taking you with him. He moved you against it, you could not stop yourself from moaning, he growled against your lips before turning back his head, so that he could look at you. His eyes were filled with a desire against a background of frustration.

"Maegor..."

"No, not Maegor." His voice was crooked, his breath had become deeper.

"My king..."

"Much better."

Maegor moved your head on the side before begining to plant kisses in your neck, as you could feel his hot breath against your skin, those gave you more and more sense of warm. Instinctively your hands found the way of his hair, he growled again, sucking, with each kiss the slightest piece of skin in its path.

"Mae... Ah!" Maegor had just bit. "My king!" Oh, he knew how to make you shiver and groan.

Maegor moved his hand from your head, to goes to grasp your hips, his sucking went down and was stopped by the edge of your dress. He left a frustrated rumble.

"My king... let me take care of this" Your voice was like a balm for him.

He slowly moved back, his hands still against you. You took several breaths of air, before taking one of his hands and guiding him towards your bed. He sat there, before you even asked him. Gently, you removed the laces that held your dress, letting it fall into a wave of fabrics at your feet. Maegor wanted to take you to him, but you prevented him.

"No my king... let me take care of you..." His violet pupils dilated.

"Good."

His tunic, was the first garment that flew in the back of your apartments. Leaving you the opportunity to see his chest forged by battles, training and scars.

Your hands were sliding on his broad shoulders.

Caressing and massaging all skin and muscle to your touch. Meagor let a moan pass, low but audible. That reaction gave you even more confidence in what you were doing.

His chest was covered with silver hair, it was not hirsute but, no more hairless. It was a second, to touch, and another desire than to simply touching him, quickly found its place in your mind. You hummified your lips under the gaze of Maegor. At the touch of your lips on his neck he trembles, leaving a soft moan passing his lips. You went up on the edge of his chin, the hair of his cut beard slightly stung your lips. Your hands rose from his shoulders along his muscular neck naturally finding their place against his cheeks, when you capture his lips against yours in a kiss more tender than his but no less passionate.

"Let me touch you." Maegor was getting impatient.

"My king, deserves that I take care of him..." the whisper against his ear made him tremble.

You chuckles silently as Maegor hastened to remove his boots. He raised his head towards you, his gaze was interrogative. You just shook your head a little before pushing it so that he was lying on the bed.

Maegor lay on his back, his head tucked in your pillows. You took advantage of it to remove the rest of clothes that you wore before getting on the bed, taking advantage to placing yourself between her legs open. If maegor could devour you at that moment, he would have done it by seeing you above him. He enjoyed seeing every curve of your body.

You let your hands move along his legs still covered in his pants. These pants were starting to become too tight for Maegor.

At each caress, Maegor left behind soft moans. In addition to your caresses, you were kissing and sucking along his torso, letting your tongue trace saliva paths between his pecs, taking advantage of free access towards his nipples. Paying attention to it, which rarely Maegor would be asking of doing, not that he did not like it. Meanwhile, your hands were wagging to free him from his pants, descending your kisses along his bellies.

When you released him, his blood-soaked cock appeared before your eyes, Maegor gave a whimper of relief, while you moaned with pleasure just by seeing him.

The pants were removed and forgotten in a corner of your room. You could not help yourself to take his penis in your hands, caressing it. Maegor raised his head, and growled your name. This vision was a pure paradise for him. As soon as your wet lips touched his cock, Maegor dropped his head into the pillows, growling and moaning more loudly. Your tongue traced along its shaft, from its balls to the tip, tracing each veins, sensing, it jump when you put more precision between his gland and the rest of its shaft.

Maegor wanted to put one of his hands in your hair, but you took his wrists, when you started sucking the end of his penis. Maegor gave a frustrated rumble followed by a groan of pleasure.

The more you took it in your mouth and the more you could feel the muscles of his arms tensing. Your movements were too slow for Maegor, who loved being in control so much he was starting to lose control of himself.

"Y/n... let me... let me touch you..."

"Hm hm." This refusal did not please him, and I would make it clear later, but in the moment, the waiting became a torture.

You removed slowly, his cock and licked his balls. When looking up at him.

"Is my king delighted?"

"You... you make me... crazy! Oh... K... Keep going!..." He looked down at you again, all of his body on fire.

"No."

"No?"

"I am your queen."

Maegor grumbled, he did not want to ask, but the lack of your lips, your tongue, his cock moving, his muscles of his belly contracted as well as the muscles of his thighs.

"Y/n... My queen... P..." The end of his sentence was just a whisper.

"I didn’t hear my king well."

"P... Please..." You smile when you hear it. "Please... my queen... you are... your... your lips... I need your lips... to... to touch you..."

Slowly you let your lips rest on his cock again, and the moment you freed his hands. He placed them on top of your head, while raising his head to look at you. His free moaning was by no means discreet.

The sight of his penis, disappearing between your lips was divine. He was carried away by his pleasure, guiding with more force n, your movements, his ears began to whistle.

You were surprised by his realease, and swallowed to not let it pass your mouth. After a few seconds. Maegor released your head, leaving you to move to lie next to him. With one hand, you caressed his cheek, letting him catch his breath.

"What... have you done to me?..."

"Taking care of you, my love."

"You little witch"

"But you love me" you smile.

Oh how right you were. Maegor loved you, and although he was not a man of words, by his actions he showed it to you. When he made love to you later. He showed it to you.