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earenwen-leafwhisper · 2 months ago

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Kinktober day 6 : Jealousy

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Martell fem chubby reader

Summary: An evening in one of the Drones' palaces was not without a hitch.

Warning: Jealousy, dirty talk, degrading ?, oral (male receiving), fingering, P in V, Rough and light aftercare.

Author’s note: It took longer than expected, I hope you will enjoy Anon Martell ☀️

Edit 24 October: I have correct all the misspell, and all, I hope that I have not forget anything.

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Daemon had enough confidence in him, not to be jealous of others. Yes he was the second son, yes he was not on the throne.

But Daemon had much better.

Since joining the Martell house, he had discovered a different way of seeing power and its priorities. A loving wife, with a strong character, living in the Dorne region, away from conflicts related to the throne. One of the most beautiful dragon in the kingdom as a lifelong companion. A beautiful family he did not want to kill. What better could he have thought? Having children maybe, but he was not alone in that decision.

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For the past two weeks, you and Daemon have been visiting several towns in Dornes, the first reason being from a diplomatic point of view, the second was to free Sunspears and the Old Palace, during the modification of your apartments, and marital room, so that this is placed in a more discreet part of the palace. Why? At the request of Daemon, to be closer to access to Caraxes, and have more space for you. Although everyone was getting along of your not so discret intimacy, in your house, you wanted more privacy.

During this two weeks, you wanted to made Daemon, discover places that you had visited as a child, during the protocol visit of your parents. All cities were different, depending on whether you were closer to the ocean, in the desert or near the mountains. The techniques for building houses were different in each city, colors, habits could change everything.

The only habit left during this travel, was your style, and Daemon loved how your clothes revealed the shapes he cherished so much. But what he did not like was the look of some lords of Dorne, a look far too insistent and dreamy, that look that gave him a spanking to hold you tighter against him, as a way of marking his territory. Which didn’t bother you because it allowed you to have that constant physical contact that you wanted and sought so much.

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During the reception/party before you left for Sunspears, several young Dorne nobles were present, married or not. Dress in their best dresses and tunics, in the colours of their houses, to honour your final stay day and future departure.

You had opted for one of your favorite dresses, yellow, with embroidered suns on the back, this one plunging down to your stomach, the skirt part was long, made of fluid fabrics, which accompanied your movements, as your arms where bare. All this was enhanced by several gold necklaces, bracelets and rings also gilded and inlaid with precious stones. Your makeup and hair cut was to your liking. Looking in the mirror you smile, thinking you’re beautiful. This is the moment that Daemon decided to enter.

To say that he had eyes only for you was an understatement. Everyone was dull compared to you in general, but there, only you existed in his mind.

"You are beautiful." You could see the glow in his eyes, that glow of love and desire.

"Fortunately, I was not going to spend my last evening without being at the best."

Daemon laughs softly, before walking towards you and taking you in his arms.

"Even if you don’t wear that, you’ll always be the most beautiful."

"I know." You’re smiling maliciously. "You’re not bad either."

"Only good?" Daemon smirk.

"Who knows?..." Your voice was seductive and teasing.

Daemon looked at you and smiled.

"You are just a teaser."

You laugh as you grab his hand and walk toward the door. You knew that Daemon wasn’t against some teasing after all. It added a little spice to your life.

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The evening was going well. The great hall of the palace in which you resided those last days was full of life. Due to its architecture, the walls were covered with marble, decorated with decorative painting with traditional motifs of Dornes. Gold accentuate the patterns and gave warmth to the place, reflecting the light of the candlesticks and candelabras.

Bursting with life, also by human activity, the servants moved easily among the nobles, offering Dornish reds, as well as some dishes cooked from local product.

Daemon spoked to Lord Dayne, speaking of the latest news from the rest of Westeros. Nothing had changed so much since the war against the triarchy. Only the rumors of princess Rhaenyra who had bastards. Daemon didn’t care if his niece’s children were bastards or not. Although talking with Lord Dayne, he was looking at you, squeezing the cup in his left hand with force, only half listening.

From your side you had begun to talk with a childhood friend, you were happy to see her, because since her marriage, apart from the ravens, it was hard to be able to contact her. Your conversation was about everything and nothing, mostly about how life has been since you last saw each other.

"So... what’s it like being married to the rogue prince?"

"Is that really all you care about?"

"Oh come on... I’m sure it must be as hot as the breath of his dragon." She had a funny and mischievous tone.

You couldn’t stop smiling, and laughing softly. You were going to use that phrase again on Daemon one day.

"I’m will not ..." A voice prevented you from continuing your conversation.

"Forgive me, princess."

You turned to the voice and saw a young man, you had not met at the time.

"Who are you?"

"I am an emissary from Essos."

"Oh, good for you..." again, he cut you off.

"It is an honor to meet you, the lord of the city from which I come would like to make exchanges with Dornes."

"I’m not the one..."

"It just so happens that..."

The young man took your arm, before walking, and dragged you away from your friend. You were shocked by the young man’s action, but you refrained from slapping him, if he came for negotiations with Dornes, as well try to keep a good face and send him to talk to your father.

What was annoying Daemon was that this stranger was stuck to you that you did not seem to send him elsewhere. As time passed, Daemon felt more and more that he had never felt before. Something he never thought would happen to you. A jealousy. Deep.

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The more time passed, the more Daemon was about to crack. The bastard had dared to put a hand in the hollow of your kidneys and all you seemed to do was listen to him.

Daemon threw his wine cup at a servant who passed by him, before walking towards you. His step was fast. His eyes pointing in the direction of the young man. In a few steps, Daemon had grabbed the wrist of the emissary, squeezing it with force, leaving the man wailing with pain.

"It seems you don’t know the manners." he says with a false smile.

"My love..." You were happy and relieved to see Daemon. But his dark gaze in your direction made you tremble slightly.

"You’d better get away." Daemon looked at the young man with a look of anger.

"You don’t know who I..." the emissary didn’t have time to keep talking, as Daemon tightened his grip on his wrist even more.

"Get the fuck out." His voice was threatening and left no choice.

"My master will hear from you!"

Daemon released the emissary, watching him retreat. Daemon took your hand with force before taking you to one of the balconies of the palace, not far from the place of reception.

He walked fast, trying to keep up with his pace you stumbled a few times, fortunately without falling.

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You caught yourself on the railing when Daemon forced you out onto the balcony. You turned to him, heart pounding. He had never been like that with you.

"Daemon..."

"You let him touch you!"

"I wanted to call you..."

"What would you do if I hadn’t intervened?!" Daemon approached you, like a predator to his prey. "You are mine!"

"Dae..."

Daemon placed his hands on your round cheeks, in a grip at the edge of pain. In a blink of an eye, he kissed you with force, Daemon in that moment was not the love transit you knew, you haved before you another man.

Daemon moved one of his hands, placing his free arm around your back, forcing you against the railing, but securing you anyway. He let out a rumble from the depths of his chest before stopping to kiss you.

"If it’s your game, I can play it."

You looked at Daemon, trembling slightly, was it because of fear, or because of the wind breeze that carried with him the cold of the desert, or because of a growing exitation, you would not have known.

Daemon placed one of his hand from your face, to your shoulder, pressing it down, forcing you to kneel before him. He rests his second hand on your chin, tilting your head up.

"You’re gonna learn that there’s no man in your life but me." There was a flame in Daemon’s eyes. "You will be a devoted wife, and do as I say."

You nod your head, while feeling a soft moisture rising between your thighs. Daemon places his hands on your arms, taking them and moving them, his hands move along your arms as they move towards his basin. When he took your hands, he put them on his thighs.

"Caress me."

Your eyes widened, the noise of the party was audible, and the arrival of the guests would have been most ridiculous. You could feel your blood flowing in your head, your hands, the hollow of your kidneys feeling it run in your veins. You began to caress him, from his knees to the top of his thighs. In your position, you could see that as you caressed him, the more he became tight in his pants.

You moved your hands higher, rubbing the lacing of his pants, playing with pressure. Daemon’s breathing was getting faster, he was roaring with pleasure, while looking at you, and leaving you no way to escape, because his hands had moved on the railing behind you. Daemon thought head forward, looking at you.

"Untie my pants."

Your hands were slightly trembling when you started to untie the lace of his pants. Daemon grumbled, your movements too slow for his taste. At the soung, you undo the lacing more quickly.

You moaned when you saw his manhood, semi-erect. You wanted to take it in your hand, but Daemon stopped you.

"Don’t use your hands, use your mouth."

You licked your lips before licking the tip of his glans not yet decap you put your lips along his sex, placing kisses and light spanks, feeling the blood flow, more you took care of him. You put out your tongue, starting to trace the veins from his pubis to his glans that revealed itself to you, you moaned at him, looking at Daemon when you passed your tongue on the top of his ball.

"Good little bitch" Daemon gripped with more force the rail. "Uhh..."

As you placed the tongue flat against his cock, Daemon closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to keep control. Not looking at you, when you took his cock in your mouth, licking it, sucking it, with such desire. With every movement, every second spent taking it, your own desire tasted against the ground, you moved the bottom of your dress up along your thighs bouncing, while from your other hand, you released your chest.

It was not the first time you would give him a blowjob, but at that moment your body was ignited with a pure desire to feel it in your mouth. Feeling it so warm and soft, feeling the palpitation as it entered your mouth. You moan in it reminding you of your previous sessions.

"You like this, you little slut."

"Hmm hmm..." You took it deeper and deeper, the more you relaxed your machote.

Daemon was growling when he looked at you. Your breasts free, while you took one breast in your hand, when the other was placed between your thighs. Daemon took the back of your head, prevent you from continuing.

"You are so naughty" He forced you to stand up. "Get up and turn around."

With trembling legs, you stood up, turning around, grasping at the handrail, he pulled up your robe on your hips, you felt a sweet and sharp pain against your right buttock. He spanked you. In no time, Daemon’s left hand was placed in front of your mouth, sliding two fingers into your mouth.

"Moaning, like the naughty slut you are."

You sucked his fingers, smelling a new spanking.

"You’re so wet." He slipped his index finger against your soaked lips covered with his underwear.

You groan, your heart beating, your legs trembling. The effect he was able to give you. You felt him move your underwear to the side before two of his fingers went into you. Your moaning was louder than the previous ones.

"So wet..." He let out a rumble.

You felt him move, when you wanted to weep for the sudden lack of his fingers, you had time to do it. His manhood, replacing his fingers. He did not leave you time to adapt to his thickness. Starting to give hard and long strokes of the kidneys. You groaned more and more, calling him by name. Your hands grip the railing as hard as possible, while each stroke of the kidneys made you lift the heels.

"My little bitch." He grabbed the back of your head, slapping you head backwards. "So vocal. You have no shame."

"Da... Da...e...mon... S... So... good!..." the pleasure you felt was so powerful. "Ah!..."

Daemon grasped your hips, his faster movements combining his strength and speed. You could not keep your arms stretched, you leaned, your head against one of your forearms, your breasts move to the rhythm of the coming and going. You thought of nothing else, Daemon, his rapid breathing, his movements, his balls clapping against your swollen clitoris, his vulgar words, the drops of your exitationwhich fell on the marble. You didn’t even think that in the distance, your moaning was audible.

Your orgasm was sudden, your ears are clogged, while a scream comes out of your mouth. Feel the throbbing walls of your vagina. Daemon could not hold back any longer, draining his seed into you.

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You stood for a moment like this, before Daemon withdrew, dragging you with him to the ground. Helping you sit on his thighs.

"Are you all right, my love?" Daemon was worried.

"Hm hm..." You nod your head as you snuggle up to his chest.

"I’m sorry if I hurt you or was too vulgar." He gently lays his right hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

"It was perfect..."

"I don’t know what’s gotten into me..."

"It’s all right Daemon..." You looked at him, smiling softly. " We might as well go back to our room, a nice hot bath would be good..."

"That would be perfect."

Daemon smiles at you, letting you cuddle against him for a few minutes, enjoying the cold air and your vision. Seeing you illuminated by the moon and stars was a beauty, which he wished to remember all his life.

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 1 year ago

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Marital life

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Pairing: Daemon x chubby Martell reader

Abstract: a headcanon on the marital life of Daemon and Martell reader

Author’s note: Hello, to my dear Martell anon☀️ I hope that this headcanon will please you, I gathered here several ideas that I had in mind and the time of all the writings, it would have taken much too much time, so I propose this as an aperitif, if it is good for you. :)

This is the first time I’ve written a headcanon.

-The first days of your engagement announcement were complicated.

-You were running away from him as much as you could rather spend time with your family.

-Daemon on his side was amused by your behaviour, he could see that you were fleeing from him, not out of fear but out of irritability.

-But as you meet with him, you have come to know the prince.

-He was not the most tender, to the extent of mockery; he liked to see you irritated, and to hear you reply with sarcasm.

-The guards had orders to prevent Daemon from meeting you the night before your wedding, so Dornes has more open opinions about free love. Your father knew exactly what Daemon was like.

-It was only after your marriage that you spent your nights together.

-You thought Daemon would only come to your room once for his duty as a husband.

-But he came every night.

-On your first nights together, you watched him, not finding sleep.

-That’s how you began to caress the burning of Daemon, the fresh one, he have during the war against the tryarchy.

-It sometimes awakened Daemon, but he let you do it, finding himself a form of peace in this form of affection.

-Your meeting with Caraxes surprised Daemon.

-Everyone feared the dragon, but when you met him, you spoke to him.

« So you’ve had to put up with him all this time? How do you do it? »

-Caraxes surprised by the fact that you are not afraid of him and that you speak to him, looked at you, leaning slightly to the head.

-When Daemon asked you how it was that you were not afraid of Caraxes, you answered him that Dorne had never fallen in front of the dragons, and that if you died, Dorne would go to war with the rest of Westeros.

-On the first trip to the desert outside the dragon’s back, Daemon refused to wear light colours and traditional Dorne clothing.

-Ill at ease, his leather and black clothes made him so hot that he had to remove them, the leather sticking to his skin.

-The little time he spent in the sun was enough for him to catch a huge sunburn.

-For several days, the mestres had to fight tooth and nail with Daemon to treat him with ointments who was nauseating, but effective.

-One event that melted Daemon for you, was the day when you went to one of the Sunspear markets.

-There, although you are not obliged, you helped as you could some orphans asking for money or food.

-Seeing you so tender and sweet, made Daemon smile, and not in a taunt but sincere way.

-You agreed not to check in on King’s Landing.

-On the one visit, you responded with more than one sarcastic response to Viserys, defending Alicent/Rhaenyra (choose your favourite, or both).

-What damaged the relations of the two brothers, already the second marriage of Daemon, then still marrying Lady Rhea was frowned upon, but your character was even more so.

-Letters from the city were rare, but you lived well in this.

-You had no use for quarrels over the throne.

-Your day was full of your desires.

-Let it be a day in Dorne, in the gardens of the Old Palace.

-Or a trip on the back of Caraxes to Essos.

-The war between the Greens and the blacks did not even touch you.

-You were simply watching, in Dorne’s safety, the rest of Westeros go on fire.

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