Hello,

Tonight, we remember one who lent his enormous talent to telling the story we have all come to love. Hail, the victorious dead!

May the Simbelmynë cover his tomb as it did the tomb of the one he so accurately portrayed.

Bernard Hill Dec 17, 1944 - May 5, 2024

28 Maegor( please)

Of course, he and the reader need some aftercare after all🙂

Woaw

Hello everyone,

I have just see that i'm almost at 200 followers and... Thank you, I have never think that there would be that much of peoples who would have follow what I write

So thank you to all, even those who are not followers and just pass by and read.

So I have think about a way to celebrate this, beside changing the design of my Tumblr 😅

I will let you choice

*She care about the bastards as they are part Targaryen so are family for her

I hope you all a good day or night,

(if someone have a other idea to celebrate, i'm all ears)

Earenwen 🌿

My dear author, could I get an imagine fluff nsfw Daemon x Dornish fem reader (but she lives in Kings landing) In which she is a former prostitute/courtesan (very famous) and owner of a new house of the pleasures she is causing a lot of buzz. However, despite several girls well versed in the art of pleasure, many want to spend a night with her (she is extremely versed in the arts of love and conquest, in addition to being very seductive and daring) and are willing to pay very well for it. , she always refuses them. One night, Daemon is in town and hears about this place and wanting to know the reason for so much euphoria, he decides to go there. She attends to him personally (because she is the fucking rogue prince in person and that would be very good for business) She shows him around and talks about the "specialties" of the girls, but he refuses saying he was just watching. She doesn't question it and takes him to a more comfortable place, she pours him wine and they talk. This becomes recurrent to the point where he comes back every night and despite rumors nothing ever happened between them. Time passes and they become good friends, confidants, he knows things about her that she has never told anyone and she knows things about him too. One day he has a very ugly argument with Viserys and he goes after her right away. She comforts him and they kiss for the first time. Days pass and their relationship advances (but nothing physical, besides kissing, has happened yet) One night, she left one of her trusted girls in charge of the movement that night. Meanwhile she goes to her house (a luxurious property, which she never took anyone there) She prepares a special night for them, decided to move forward in their relationship. After the girls pass her location, Daemon arrives at Reader's house. She welcomes you personally as usual. They drink and talk and make out, and when things start to heat up, Reader stops and tells him she has something to tell him. She tells why she decided to leave this life (first of all, it's not like she had any choice from the beginning, but her last experiences were horrible, so she murdered the owner of the brothel where she "worked", stole all the goods and she took some women (those who wanted) with her (these women work in the administration and care for the girls) And she says that since then she has never slept with any man (the reason she refused) but that she wants to do that with him. asks if she's sure (she says) and they have the best night of love ever. It's a mutual exchange of affection, love and adoration, it's soft and passionate but still overwhelming. With lots of fluffy and aftercare please ( sorry for the amount of detail and feel free to ignore and sorry for my english)

Pairing: Daemon x dornish fem chubby reader  

Trigger Warning: I’m not used to writing nsfw, so I hope this won’t be too much of fluffy for you, I tried ton wright more in eroticism and not in a purely p°rn° content. So there are references to: P in v, foreplay, oral (woman receives) and prostitution. So I know that young adults will go and read this, I read before my 18 years smut and other contained nsfw. My contents are not too violent but please pay attention to what you read.   Oh and english is not my mother tongue so, if there are mistakes, i'm sorry.

Author notes: Hello, to the anon who made this request. I have loved reading your request and I tried to respect what you asked. I hope this is good for you, do not hesitate to leave a comment even in anon, I would love to have your feedback on this.

Night was falling on Westeros, lights from the torches lit up the streets of King’s Landing. Street musicians began singing in front of the small crowd that walked through the maze of streets. Several street theatres caricatured the life of the castle and the various events that composed the life of the most noble houses of the continent. The people in very large numbers, had nothing to do with royalty, all they were interested in were the risks of wars, famines and whether one of their sovereigns was capable of starving them out of pleasure, according to sadism and his lack of interest in them.  

The neighbourhoods of King’s landing were as in many large cities, delimited by their specificities. The blacksmiths, the bakers, the washers (women who cleaned the linen), the butchers each had their places. Large forms of wrought iron were installed in front of the storefronts of the buildings, indicating to the often illiterate passers-by the trade that they were involved. 

Other less well-seen neighborhoods also had their own neighborhoods, so-called people of noble birth could not go there, but this did not prevent men from spending the evening discreetly. In normal times, the streets were not the most crowded, a strong smell of mud and dirt floated in the air, traffic of all kinds took place there, black walks and resale of flying objects took place in the shadows of buildings.  

But recently, a street was more "clean", the employees of a brothel maintained the storefront and the sidewalk in front of their buildings, said brothel had just opened for three months and already rumours were going strong. The manager of the place, though gentle with her "girls" and several clients, could show her teeth and let out any ill-intentioned man or woman. The practices of the place differed from the usual brothels. According to the rumors, several customers left the place with their eyes in a vacuum, a smile sticking to their lips, ready to come back the next day. 

To come back for the girls, but also in order to have even the slightest possibility of having a chance to ask for the services of the boss, the latter refused them each time, offering them a daughter of the services would suit them best or that they already knew. Y/n was soft on the front, but with a rigour and an inner force to shake the ramparts of King’s Landing. The most traveler customers had already met her in the most prestigious brothel of Pentos, The owner of the brothel was proud to have one of his girl of origin of Westeros, the fact that Y/n grew up in Dorne was a positive point in addition, their methods and notions of "love" were much more open. But none of them had the chance to have a night with her, except for the price to ask and to ask. This had become a challenge between the clients, whether it be simple people of the people or people with a title of nobility, who would be the first to blow up Y/n’s defenses and discover what she learned in Pentos?  

There were not only men who were interested, many women came to satisfy their curiosities, or their simple loves for women. The patron who have generous forms had shown respect for some of them, but the client ended up spending the evening or the night with one of prostitutes. It did not matter if the clients were men or women, poor or rich, Y/n’s answer was still no. Y/n no longer wanted to spend the night with clients, with people. Taking care of the novices and girls she had known for a long time was enough for her, their safety was essential.  

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After the sixth month of activity, rumours circulated between brothels. Prince Daemon was back in the city after more than a year of exile. The prince was known for his long stays in his places and paid very well for the services rendered. 

Daemon, on the other hand, had learned from several knights that he was used to being around, that a new brothel had opened, the techniques differed from other brothels, the girls were of various origins, whether they were from the north or south of Westeros, Remote islands or Essos. Their forms were just as diverse, there were for all tastes, There were not only girls, men were also present as prostitutes, love was free. Daemon only listened with one ear, he had already seen several and almost everything was still the same. They walked towards the brothel, there were more and more people present in the street, the more they advanced and the more difficult the street became to cross.  

A sweet smell of incense and flowers arrived at the nose of Daemon, this smell was almost foreign in these places. The building was flowery, the floor was clean and the entrance visible. The facade of the building looked nothing like a brothel. Its interior was more like the function of the workers.  

The same day places were dark, the main room was composed of a "relaxation" space where guests could come to reinvigorate, feed, girls and men coming to meet them, the space was large enough to hold a counter, and three large tables of about ten each. In the centre of the room, a woman stood at two large curtains, rising and performing a kind of aerial dance. She was barely dressed, protecting herself from the rubbing of the tissues on her skin. Daemon was watching the show, in none of the other brothels had he seen such a show. 

The prince with his silver hair did not fail to attract the attention of the matriarchs (the most senior prostitute), the order was to warn Y/n to welcome the prince in the best way. Of all potential clients, he had to be the most important, he alone could certify the quality of the premises and the staff. Edna, one of the oldest party in search of the boss, told her that the prince had just entered.  

Y/n went to meet the prince, dress with a long dress composed of light silk in the colors Y/f/c, the neckline advantageous for his chest without being vulgar, and split at the level of his right leg up above his knee. His eyes y/e/c landed on the prince at the same time that he noticed her.  

Daemon first noticed the aura that emanated the young woman, all the being of Y/n attracted the prince.  

"Good evening, Prince Daemon I presume."  

"You’re right, and yet I don’t know who you are."  

"Y/n, I rule this place, may I guide and counsel you, my prince?"  

Daemon looked at Y/n a few seconds before responding positively, the knights accompanying the prince, leaving him, undertaking to settle in the room, observing the acrobat.  

"We have several women and men performing in this place, if you’re interested, I can ask one of my girl for a session just for you."  

During the visit, Y/n pointed out the main halls, two of lush dances, one where guests asked to be bullied by his daughters. Daemon, from the brazing between the door could see one of the nobles working at the king’s side, fastening leather ties to a table, exposing the buttocks to the contact of the whip of the prostitute. A smirk, came to his lips, everyone had his secrets some were crispy. Continuing their visits, Y/n indicated the group and individual rooms, the spaces to observe in discretion. A room held her attention for a few moments, the room was dark and the walls were covered with several holes leading to another room. 

"No, I only wanted to visit."  

"If you prefer, we could go to a quieter room and satisfy your curiosity about the place and its specialties."  

Daemon looked at the chubby woman in front of him, and with a smile he accepted.  

Discreetly, they settled in the most recessed room of the building, the cries of joy were barely audible. In addition to being set back, it was the tallest and brightest. The lights from outside illuminated the room, torches were hung on the walls, the room was cut in half by a screen with typical Dorne motifs. The first part, looked like a living room, two long sofas were placed in the right part of the room in the shape of L, an oak coffee table was laid on a carpet in front of the sofas. Several cupboards and shelves were placed from the other side of the room, the walls were decorated with paintings and engravings showing various scenes (such as shunga in japan), from the other side of the screen, a large bed was installed, Sheets of be finely woven decorated mattresses.  

Y/n guided Daemon towards the sofas, then headed towards a hatch on the wall of the cupboards, she placed an empty cup there and waited less than a minute before a tray went up through the hatch, two glasses and a jug filled with arrivals wine. Daemon was pleasantly surprised and agreeably accepted the wine and especially the presence of Y/n.  

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This first evening was followed by a second and then a third.  

In no time rumours began to circulate, Daemon spent all his evenings and nights in the company of the boss. He never responded to the rumors, letting them fill up, preferring to dwell on the discussions he had with Y/n. 

The months began to pass, and the brothel was in full swing. The guests were both delighted with the performances and various shows that the place organized.  

Y/n and Daemon spent most of their time in the same room as when they first met, discussing everything. Daemon often spoke of his relationship with his brother and of the stormy relations with several nobles in the castle. Y/n often spoke to him about the anecdotes of the day, about which nobles had come to ask for such services. They even started talking about their lives if they could change them.  

They had become the sons of the evening, confiding in each other.  

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One morning, when few clients were in the brothel and the girls and men were working to clean the premises. The entrance door, though heavy, opened with a bang, a long silver-haired tornado entered, Edna, who was watching over the proper procedures of the cleaning, headed towards the newcomer.

"My prince? We didn’t expect you so early."  

"Y/n"  

"In your room, my prince... "  

Edna saw the prince walk quickly towards the corridor leading to the upper floors. His look and the tone of his voice was loud, it was not new that he could irritate by the events of the city or the castle. But also angry no, angry.  

Y/n wrote the expense reports and calculated with the help of one of the matriarchs the taxes that had to be paid for the brothel. Both worked in relative calm, speaking at times of the clients who were to be watched or not, of the health status of the girls and men, a maester regularly came to check the overall health of everyone in order to avoid the spread of any venereal disease. It would have been a blow to the institution.  

They were interrupted by heavy pats slamming on the floor of the corridor and the noise became louder every second.  

The door opened on Daemon, he cast a black glance towards the matriarch, urging her to leave them alone. She looked at Y/n to make sure everything was okay, indicating that she would be there at every opportunity. Y/n nodded, everything would be fine she was sure.  

"How could he?"  

"Who?"  

"Viserys. He delegated me as commander of the city’s watch of King’s Landing"'  

"Oh..."  

"He doesn’t want me to go after him when I’m his brother!"  

"Then show him you’re worth a lot more than he thinks you are, redoing the name of the city."  

Daemon looked at Y/n both surprised and irritated, he approached the sofa, and sat down thinking about what she had just told him. Y/n approached the prince, placing one hand on his thigh, more in a sign of presence than anything else. Daemon looked at Y/n with a look that few could have imagined one day permeating the prince’s eyes. In an instant the space separating the two bodies was reduced, the prince’s hands were placed on the young woman’s plump cheeks, their lips touching each other in a rough, powerful kiss filled with a passion that neither of them thought they had in common. A kiss was a second. Daemon spent his day in the brothel with Y/n without any physical connection except a kiss. 

As the days passed, their friendly relationship gradually became a birth of love. During the evenings, Daemon watched Y/n greet some guests and directed the place, making sure in the shadows that she did not need help, but she showed her that she knew how to defend herself verbally, but secretly, the presence of Daemon reassured her. All knew that the prince’s purplish gaze was on them, the slightest false pat would have earned them an express meeting with Dark Sister.  

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After more than a year of dating, the relationship of Y/n and Daemon was not consummated fleshly, something rather strange for the prince, who used to be known for his appetite for women. He had not questioned him, he could have slept with one of the prostitutes of Y/n or another brothel but he had not.  

One winter morning, Y/n asked Edna to hold the brothel for the night, Edna exchanged a slightly inquisitive look, but did not question her boss. At the mention of the prince and the order to give him the address of Y/n. Edna was at first surprised, then a little knowing smile appeared on his lips. She agreed before seeing her boss leave the brothel. She was going to have work. 

Y/n lived in a fairly large house for the rest of the King’s Landing people. It was located in the beautiful areas of King’s Landing. The buildings were spaced far enough, to contain gardens with high hates, which allowed to keep a little privacy. The roofs were composed of red tiles as the rest of the buildings of the city alone their size differentiated them. The house was not a mansion or a castle, it was large enough to be safe two floors and contain a living room, a separate kitchen from the dining room, two bedrooms and something rare in the city, a real bathroom, where a wooden bathtub covered with linens was installed. A balcony was also attached to the facade, from the master bedroom, she could access it and observe the city.  

The preparations lasted the morning, the house was always clean and neat, so the cleaning did not last long, flowers had been changed in the vases place in the different rooms. A meal was prepared, nothing too eccentric, a light meal, and wine from a harvest of about ten years ago. Y/n was getting ready, taking a long bath on the water was scented with rose blossom and essential oil coming from Dorne. Tonight was gonna be special for her. For the first time since, her exile from Essos Y/n was going to talk about what had happened to her, why she no longer wanted to do the job of prostituting, why she no longer wanted to sleep with a man. Although for several weeks, Y/n felt a desire rise in her, which she had not felt for a long time. This desire was directed towards Daemon, only him. 

Speaking of the prince, he had arrived as usual in the early evening in the brothel but instead of being welcomed by Y/n, she was one of the matriarchs, she explained to Daemon that their boss was waiting for her elsewhere, she gave him the address, explaining that Y/n never gave his address and that it was better for him to be alone.  

Daemon stunned, hurried to leave the knights having accompanied him, to take the path towards the address. The prince was surprised to see the house of his beloved. He had not imagined Y/n living in such a place, but in a more modest house. He doesn’t mind that.  

As usual Y/n was there to greet her. When he saw her, it was like seeing her for the first time. Her dress was very well woven and of a color highlighting her complexion. Her neckline showed the birth of her chest. Her hair was stylized in a simple yet elegant way. A smell of rose was emanating from her, without it being nauseating, just a fragrance.  

Y/n asked him to remove his shoes in the entrance hall before installing Daemon in the living room, where two cups were already installed ready to be filled with wine. Daemon did not ask her directly why she had welcomed him into her home, although the question was burning her lips. Instead, they talked about everything and nothing, the day in the city, the latest rumours. As the evening progressed, their bodies got closer. First a hand resting on a thigh, then slowly their shoulders touched, in no time, Daemon kissed Y/n, a hand resting between his chin and neck. Y/n had wrapped his arms around Daemon, placing one hand in the prince’s long silver hair, the other around his neck. Daemon’s second hand landed on one of Y/n’s thighs caressing and grasping the fabric that seemed to have become most boring. Daemon pulled up the part of the dress until he could place his warm hand against the bouncing thigh of his beloved, a moan coming out of the young woman’s lips, Daemon took the opportunity to nibble on her lower lip. Y/n Felt more and more her body warm up, more and more a feeling of warmth and humidity settled between her thighs. It was against her heart that she stopped this exchange. She breathed in a rampant way. She tried to regain her senses, so misty by desire.  

“Daemon, before we continue, I have something to tell you…”  

Daemon, who had started to give her a little kiss in the neck, stopped suddenly, looking her in the eyes. A touch of worry in the eyes. 

Y/n took a deep breath, remembering past events. Gently blowing, she began to explain her life as a prostitute, as many others she had not had the choice not to be, life had not been so tender with her. A merchant bought it from his first brothel and then sold it to the highest bidder on Essos. She explained to Daemon the mistreatment of the girls. How one evening, carried away by anger, fear and instinct of survival she had murdered the man by stabbing him. Daemon did not speak, only lecturing, but his mind was bubbling. He was proud that she could run away with several of the girls, and some of that asshole’s wealth. Had he been alive, Daemon knew very clearly that he would have tortured him.  

“That’s why I didn’t want to sleep with anyone anymore.”  

Daemon looked Y/n in the eyes. Trying to scrutinize the young woman’s thoughts without succeeding.  

“I want to be with you, body and soul. I want to sleep with you… no… make love.”  

"Are you sure?"  

“Yes only with you.”  

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The two lovers had kissed passionately, everything around them had become absurd. A most pleasant warmth swelled in them.  

Y/n grabbed Daemon’s right hand before gently rising from the sofa, temporarily cutting off the kiss. Languorously, she dragged Daemon into the corridors and stairs leading to the master bedroom.  

None dwelt on the decoration, nor even the reflections of light emanating from the large window, illuminated by the moon that gave an almost fantastic atmosphere to the room.  

Daemon’s hands had hastened to place themselves on the bouncy hips of the young woman, turning her in his direction he resumed kissing her, clutching her against him.  

A desire they had never felt in the past invaded their veins. Y/n placed his hands against the prince’s chest and with a slightly shaking hand, unbuttoned the tunic, then loosened the prince’s belt. His hands rose on the shoulders of his lover, helping to slide the tunic towards the ground.  

Daemon had left the young woman’s lips, gently kissing her cheek and her chin, slowly descending against her neck. The prince’s hands, though placed on the hips of Y/n, set out towards the ribbon that held her beloved’s dress. In a handful of seconds, the dress fell into a soft pile of cloth around Y/n.’s feet.  

Daemon drew back a few centimeters, letting his gaze admire the bouncing body so desirable in front of him. A fire worthy of the breath of a dragon ran through his veins. 

Y/n as for her, had passed one hand in the long silver hair of the prince and the other in the back of him, pressing him against her. Never in her life had she felt such pleasure, she wondered how this could be possible and if this pleasure could be greater. It was not long before the answer arrived, the prince’s lips had just landed on his chest, a small electric shock will run through his body. His moan was most melodious to Daemon’s ears.  

“D… Daemon… please take me.”  

“I already have you in my arms jorrāelagon.”  

“No… More… I want you in me.”  

“Not now, my love, soon.”  

Daemon had just answered by whispering his words in the ear of Y/n. The prince retreated from the young woman, observing the body below him, naked and warm, the lips of the young woman were slightly swollen due to their repeated kissing. How the young woman’s breasts moved with each breath, admiring the freshly marked hiccups on them.  

The prince’s hands were placed in the hollow of the young woman’s thighs, at each caress he felt the warmth calling from the most desired of them.  

The moan of Y/n when she felt the prince’s lips against his inferior lips gorged with blood made the prince moan with a moan. From an appetite that no one knew him, he began to devour her. The hand in her hair that grabbed her hair only encouraged him. His penis had become painful, he began to rub gently against the soft sheets of the bed, trying to relieve the pressure in his sex.  

“I… I want to taste you.” 

With her ears hissing, Daemon looked at the young girl while continuing to lick her lips and suck her pimple of pleasure. He growled once again, imagining how his beloved’s mouth would be against his sex, the warmth and moisture that would come from it, the pleasure that would be felt when he sucks it. He had to hold back to get up and enter with him. It was against his heart that he left his meal.  

“Although I would love it tonight, I want you to know what real pleasure is. You can do anything to me afterwards.”  

Y/n who already felt his body burning, was moved by the prince’s tenderness. She got up with the help of her elbows and hurried to kiss Daemon, placing her arms around her neck, she rested on the mattress, dragging the prince with her, feeling the penis gorging blood against her clitoris, she moans, moving her legs so that Daemon is better placed against her. She gently moved her hips causing a friction of two bodies. Daemon bit Y/n.  

“D… Daemon”  

“I know my love.” 

In a movement of hand and hip, Daemon slowly entered in Y/n, the walls of his lover made him moan, he had to hold back from falling on her so much the pleasure felt he lost his feet. The young woman felt a slight pain due to her lack of activity. But this pain was quickly replaced by a ball of pleasure that was placed in her belly. She felt every movement of the prince, every breath, every coming and going. She placed her legs against the prince’s hips. Moaning at every move. Daemon’s head placed in the hollow of Y/n’s neck moaned, wondering if such a pleasure could be real. Y/n moved his hands behind the prince’s back, wanting him closest to her, the rubbing of their bodies giving them much more pleasure. Daemon felt the nails of Y/n entered his flesh, which made him move his hips with more force. He was content that if he moved too fast, his own pleasure would take over and that’s not what he wanted. Y/n must have felt as much pleasure as he did. No change of position, no acrobatics, only the movement of their bodies and their kisses were necessary.  

Y/n’s thighs were beginning to tremble, his erratic moans, the climax of his pleasure was a click for the prince. He accelerated the pace, feeling his penis quivering in the trembling walls. A flash of lightning ran through their bodies at the time of orgasm. No scream to make the walls tremble, just their moans and breaths rampage.  

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Slowly coming to their senses, Daemon had his head resting on Y/n’s breasts, both still connecting. The young woman caressed the prince’s hair, feeling the week of her lover in her.  

“I love you.”  

Daemon gently lifted his head, staring softly Y/. 

“Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha zaldrītsos.”  

Daemon laid several kisses on the skin accessible to her mouth, caressing the arms of the young woman. Y/n offered to take a bath, Daemon smiled and asked her if a servant was present when the answer was negative. Daemon grumbled that the bath could wait a few minutes, wanting to stay a few more moments in it. Y/n rie for a few seconds, continuing to stroke Daemon’s hair. The bath could wait, although to the mention that they take it both together, made Daemon think.  

It was he who poured hot water into the bathtub, the young woman being unable to move her legs, he was proud of it.  

Translation: Love / jorrāelagon   

I love you too, my little dragon / Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha zaldrītsos 

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

Hey, Merry Christmas 🎄

I Hope you have a nice day and night, with familly and/or friends.

I see you before the end of the year.

Do not worry, I do not forgot to write. 🙂

Earenwen 🌿

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 :)

26 Maegor and niece reader.(Aerys and Alyssa's first duaghter.)

It's noted 🙂✍️

This song traduction is "in love with my wife" and this as just pop on spotify, (I know it's a old french song)

Tomorrow will come the full part of the tease with the revolt of Daemon wife.

And this song have made me think of Daemon in this 🤣🤫

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.