#Missandei smut

[fantasydreamland]

Lonely Nights

khaleesi x fem reader

Summary: You were her handmaiden in Pentos. You followed her and the khalasar when she married Khal Drogo. You have been by her side through all the heartbreak after he died. You all continue your travels and one lonely night Daenerys invites you to her tent for comfort.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!!! soft khaleesi, wlw, inspired by that doreah scene, smutttt, fluff, some spoilers

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“You called for me Khaleesi?” You say as you enter her tent late at night.

“(y/n), yes… I just cannot find sleep. Truthfully it has been difficult sleeping alone.” She says sadly, “An odd request to ask of you but- would you just lay with me?”

“Uh, yes, of course, Khaleesi.” You say a bit timid.

She moves to make room for you as you climb into her bed and lay beside her. She sighs, stuck in thought.

“If you want to talk with me Khaleesi, you know I am here to listen.” You gently say.

“I don’t know. I have just been feeling so dreadful after everything that has happened.” She confesses. “My nights have been restless.”

“Of course Khaleesi. You have been through so much of late. It is no wonder your mind won’t silence.” You say as you both slightly turn to face eachother.

“It has felt rather lonely…” she sighs. “You are truly the only person I feel I can trust (y/n)”

“I am glad to be the one who you can depend on.” You give a soft smile.

She smiles at your words and gazes into your eyes creating unknown tension between you. Her beauty was even more breathtaking up close like this.

You clear your throat to break the tension.

“Hmm,” she smiles turning her face. “I suppose I should try and get some rest.”

“Of course, Khaleesi. I will be right here.” You give a soft smile.

You both drift off to sleep until she gasps waking from a nightmare. You jolt awake.

“Are you alright Khaleesi?” you ask, concern in your voice.

“Yes. Yes. I-I’m fine.” She pants. “Just another dream.”

She turns to you and her startled face softens.

“It is nice to see your face when I wake though.” She lightly brushes hair from your face. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course, Khaleesi.” You almost whisper, lightly touching her arm.

She lightly touches your arm in response, giving you a grateful look. This leads to delicate appreciative touches on eachothers arms, hair, cheeks. The electricity between you becoming more intense. She holds your cheek for a moment, her soft doe eyes looking longingly into yours. You feel your heart stop. You watch her quickly glance to your lips and back to your eyes. You do the same, your stare lingering on her lips for a longer moment before meeting her gaze again.

She slightly shuffles closer to you, and you do the same, her hand still on your cheek and your eyes never parting. You both continue to slowly move closer to eachother until you’re merely a breath away.

Her eyes continue to gaze into yours, with a more heated look. The moment is unbearably slow as you inch your faces closer until you connect with the lightest kiss, lips barely touching. After parting you both look at eachother, eyes full of lust and excitement, before meeting your lips again. You moan as your tongues gently dance together, it slowly builds into a deeper more passionate kiss. She pulls your body closer against her and you move to straddle her, lips never parting. Her breath hitches as you begin to grind against her, she grabs your hips to aid your movements.

Your lips part as you sit up, rhythmically moving your body on her creating friction of pleasure. The new position adding more pressure. You both breathe heavily as you now move back and forth faster, harder, her fingers digging into your hips and yours into her legs behind you. She gazes up at you admiring all of your beautiful features. You do the same admiring her golden beauty below you.

As your heavy breaths turn into whimpers and moans her hands wander slowly up and down your body. You both let out a long final moan as fireworks explode within your bodies. The whole khalasar able to hear but neither of you could find care in that moment.

With heavy breaths your lustful eyes meet once again. You both break into a small smile and giggle until her eyes turn heated once more. You gasp as she quickly grabs you and flips you over, laying on top of you. You moan as she boldly kisses your lips hard before moving down your neck and chest. She moves below your shirt and kisses down your stomach as her hands push up your skirts. Without hesitation she moves her mouth onto your core drawing a loud whimper from your throat. Your hands nestle into her golden hair as her tongue expertly licks your bundle of nerves. She slowly slips in her fingers causing a long groan from you. She moans against you at the way you tighten around her. Her tongue hits the perfect rhythm as her fingers move slowly in and out of you. You pant and moan as you begin to reach your second peak, grinding against her face. Her fingers suddenly speed up causing wave after wave of pleasure to hit you. You cry out her name before letting out a final heavy breath.

She gives a shy smirk as she moves back up and lands her lips on yours, tasting yourself on her tongue. You quickly push up her skirts and she yelps as you pull her onto your face. Before you’ve really even begun she already cries out, quickly hitting her own second peak as she rides out the wave of it against your mouth. She looks down at you with heavy eyes before plopping down on the bed beside you.

You lay face to face and give bashful smirks and giggles. She looks at you like she wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say.

“Goodnight Khaleesi.” You smile and brush her hair from her face.

“Goodnight (y/n).” She blushes and gives a soft smiles back.

You watch her quickly drift off to sleep before you follow right after. Khaleesi had the first peaceful sleep in a long time. No longer awakening to nightmares, but waking up to the relief of seeing your lovely face laying beside her.

[claymoresword]

Masterlist

Disclaimer: I write exclusively wlw content.

Published Works

Hermione Granger (HP)

Alicent Hightower (HOTD)

Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)

Margaery Tyrell (GOT)

Daenerys Targaryen (GOT)

Missandei (GOT)

Cersei Lannister (GOT)

Lagertha (Vikings 2013)

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**Requests Closed. Not taking prompts rn**

HARRY POTTER

Hermione Granger

Hermione x Reader:

I Choose Her

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Epilogue

Stand-Alone Series:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Alicent Hightower

Alicent x Reader:

The Queen And Her Knight

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Summary: Alicent Hightower against her better judgement, falls in love with her sworn protector. Can she bear to fight her feelings or will she finally just give in?

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra x Reader:

The Realm's Delight

Summary: The entire realm of suitors tripping over themselves to take Rhaenyra to wife and yet the only person she has eyes for is you.

Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

The Same Hunger

Summary: After a long day the only thing Alicent longs for is some alone time with her dear wife.

We're Burned For Better

Summary: Rhaenyra finds out Aegon is actually her son.

GAME OF THRONES

Margaery Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell x Reader:

Wild Nights

Summary: Margaery Tyrell has a long term secret affair with the King's oldest sister.

Daenerys Targaryen

Daenerys x Missandei :

You Make A Mess Of Me

Summary: An alternate universe where Daenerys Targaryen is Queen of The Seven Kingdoms and Missandei of Naath is her Queen Consort.

Cersei Lannister

Cersei x Reader:

Playing With Fire

Summary: Cersei is married off to Robert Baratheon but her sworn protector/the King's younger sister, happens to be the person that truly holds her heart.

Where's My Love

Summary: [reader's promt]

We Bleed The Same

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary: On the road from Winterfell to King's Landing, Cersei and y/n find themselves reconciling with both old and new feelings as fate seems determined to tear them apart.

Sequel to 'Where's My Love'.

VIKINGS

Lagertha Lothbrok

Lagertha x Reader:

Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction Pt.2

Summary: After a long day of working on your farm, you have an accidental encounter with a gorgeous shield-maiden.

[nights-king]

[targaryenimagines]

My Khaleesi

Dark!Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,586

Summary: Daenerys claims more than the Iron Throne on the day she takes King’s Landing.

Warning(s): Smut and G!P Daenerys.

Notes: Wasn’t sure if you wanted Dark!Dany (in a sense) or not, but decided to just do it that way for this one shot! If you’d like another one with a non dark Dany, I’ll be more than happy to do that. Also, this is definitely the most graphic smut I’ve written… I apologize if it’s bad.

Series Masterlist

Ash still falls from the sky like distorted flecks of snow— rubble shifts under foot as you make your way through the courtyard of the Red Keep. You didn’t have to turn your head far to see the destruction that had been wrought across King’s Landing, a destruction that had come at the hands of the woman you love the most in this world.

Fire and blood had come to Westeros, you think, side-stepping a charred corpse. And penance seemed to have been paid in full.

The sights, along with the smells, that assault you the farther you trek into the once great city aren’t something that sits well with you, nor does the knowledge that Westeros had pushed Daenerys, your Dany, to this point. That all of her grief: Viserion, Jorah, Rhaegal, and Missandei, along with all of her men that she lost in the North, had forced her spirit into shattering so completely.

I don’t want to be Queen of the Ashes…

A saying that had constantly been thrown towards Daenerys, that had been used as a means to control her, keep her in line, and what better way to do that then remind her of her father’s legacy, a tale that’s haunted her ever since she discovered it, and had been continually repeated until Daenerys spouted it out as if she was simply talking about the weather. Her drive, the passion that had carried her through Essos, slowly being driven out of her the longer she spent in the toxic landscape that is Westeros; forever surrounded by the tales of her ancestors, by the fear and hatred that the people she saved showed her, at the clear refusal to ever accept her as anything more than a Targaryen Whore.

Rounding the corner of yet another hallway, you pause just outside of the throne room, or what you believe to be anyway, and think over everything that had transpired. Think of the darkness that had seemed to have only grown in intensity since the Night King had been dealt with. Would Daenerys, after all of this, still wish to see you? Would you still have a place by her side?

Only one way to find out…

With a deep intake of breath, you step fully into the debilitated area that had once been a source of great pride— at the head of it all being the almost legendary throne itself, a mass of melted together swords, and standing before it?

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps, Daenerys turns from her perusal of the throne, and a warm smile quirks her lips at your nearing form.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon,” she murmurs, adoration clear within violet eyes. Slim arms wrapping around your middle the moment your close enough for her to grab. A single gloved finger gently tracing down the expanse of your cheek, rubbing away the hints of ash that still remained. “I’m glad to see you unharmed. I don’t know what I would have done if that hadn’t been the case.”

You lean into the hand still resting on your cheek, a happy smile of your own making an appearance. “Burn down the rest of Westeros?” A dark look flashes through violet eyes, your joke suddenly taking on an all too serious light that you desperately wanted to veer away from. Bumping into her slightly, you disentangle from slim arms, warmed by the smallest bit of hesitance she had at letting you go, you step closer to the throne. “This is it? The Iron Throne?”

Daenerys settles next to you. “It is.” She touches the arm of it with an almost reverent air. “After all these years, all the trials and tribulations that I went through, I’m finally here. A Targaryen is finally the holder of the Iron Throne once more. I’ve brought honor back to my family.”

“You’ve honored them for years already, Dany. You simply being alive is honor by itself.” You angle your head, not surprised at all to see that she had already been looking at you. “This just exemplifies you into the ranks of Aegon.”

Violet eyes gleam with an almost childlike wonder, the hand closest to you touching your cheek with the same reverence she had shown the throne. “Aegon had his wives, he had his queens.” She steps away from you, taking her rightful seat on the throne. “Something that I’ll be in need of moving forward.”

Your head dips. “Anything I can help you with?”

Daenerys chuckles lightly, the sound rumbling from deep within her chest like one of Drogon’s roars. “There is, Y/N.” Gesturing for you to come closer, a command that you listen to without question, she gently maneuvers you into a kneeling position before her, slender fingers tangling themselves within the strands of your hair. “Say yes.”

“Your Grace?”

“Say yes to marrying me, to becoming my wife and queen.” Her holds tightens, forcing your head to tilt back. “Say yes to becoming mine and I’ll make sure everything you could ever want becomes yours.”

A small smile twists your lips upward. “Everything that I could ever want already is.”

At the words a small growl escapes Daenerys, her head dipping downward to press a heated kiss to your lips, maintaining that you’re kept in place by the iron-clad hold she still has on your hair. And, like with everything else, Daenerys didn’t hesitate in conquering what is hers, tongue barely brushing over your bottom lip before she plunders into your mouth, taking you for everything you have. The taste of you, the submission in which you’re showing her, along with the location no doubt, makes Daenerys almost frantic in her need for you.

Barely pulling away, giving you both a moment to breathe, before she’s claiming your lips once more— it’s wet, filthy in a way that makes your mind fog over in lust, and you can’t quite get enough air into your lungs through your nose, something that constantly ensures her scent is all that you’re surrounded by, but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Wouldn’t want to be in any other position than where you are now; kneeling in front of your Khaleesi, her pleasure becoming yours.

Finally, with a ragged breath, Daenerys fully pulls away from you, a thin trail of saliva still connecting you both, before she shifts too far back and it snaps in half. Violet eyes, blown nearly black in lust, pin you in place as Daenerys slowly undoes the buckle of her pants, and jerks it down, the actions clear on what she expected from you. And, without preamble, or any sort of prompting, you help Daenerys with removing them, gently taking off her boots, before pulling her tight-fitting pants off her slim legs. The sight that greets you once you look up almost causing your mouth to dry up completely.

Daenerys Targaryen sat in all of her glory, bare from the waist down, her thick member jutting out from the apex of her thighs. The look in her eyes, in the darkness that lurks just out of reach, tells you all that you need to know, how your Khaleesi wished for you to service her next. Something you didn’t have a problem with doing, damn the consequences of potentially being caught in the wide open throne room.

Taking her into your hands, feeling her warmth, and the way that she twitches ever-so-slightly at your touch, is a heady sort of power that you’re never going to get used to.

Taking her into your mouth, jaw stretched wide to accommodate her girth, feeling the way she arches into the wetness it provides, hands tightening even further into your hair, the wonderful concoction of pain and pleasure, fuels you more than anything ever could.

Bobbing up and down, taking her deeper and deeper into your throat, listening to the breathy sighs she lets loose whenever she completely bottoms out, is a drug you never want to get off of. Her flavor— musky with just the barest hint of sweetness and something spicy— spreads across your tastebuds, your tongue lovingly swirling around the tip of her cock, taking in as much of her as you possibly could.

“Iksā doing sīr sȳz syt nyke.” The Valyrian praise escapes her in a low snarl, hands now guiding you in the exact way she wanted, your own simply being braced on her thighs as you let her use you. “Issare iā sȳz riña syt nyke. Ñuha sȳz riña.”

All you can do is moan in response, mouth completely stuffed full of her, but the vibrations makes her tense even further, another snarl rumbling from deep within her. You know that she’s close, can tell by the way her thighs were beginning to tremble underneath your touch, and the quickening of her thrusts, and your head moves even faster because of it— wanting nothing more than to feel her release down your throat, for your tongue to be coated by her cum.

“Issi ao jāre naejot gūrogon ziry mirre? Gūrogon everything bona nyke tepagon ao?” Daenerys groans out the question, clearly fighting with herself to not succumb just yet to the pleasure of her release. Peering up, you’re instantly met with darkened violet eyes, a rosy hue predominant across fair cheeks. Clearly waiting for a response, all you can do is gurgle around the cock currently in your throat, hoping that your eyes gave her all the answers she needed, which, by the tightening of her hands, absolutely did. “Sȳz riña.”

Within the next moment, jets of Daenerys cum shoots out, going straight into your stomach as you desperately swallow to make sure you don’t lose any of it. The feeling of warmth as her seed settles deep within you is one you’ve long since grown familiar with, but the possessive heat in her eyes as she watches you swallow it all down is definitely new. A reaction that causes your own arousal to come to the forefront of your mind finally, wetness clearly coating your thighs, waiting for your Khaleesi’s touch.

Daenerys pulls her cock from your mouth a moment later— the still hard length shimmering with the combination of leftover cum and saliva— allowing for you to take a deep lungful of air at last. Remnants of her still on your tongue.

Her thumb brushes across your bottom lip, briefly pushing into your mouth for you to suck on, before she retracts her hand and tugs you up onto her lap. Slim arms bracing your lower half perfectly against herself, settling her own body more fully on the Iron Throne.

“You did so good for me,” she murmurs, trailing slender fingers down your thighs. Nowhere near where you needed her the most though. “Do you want to continue?”

You nod. “More than anything, Khaleesi.“

Daenerys hums at the old title, hands gripping your hips in a hold that you know would leave bruises, lips ghosting across your jawline and down your neck.

“You’re mine, right?” Teeth nips into the sensitive flesh beneath your pulse point. “No one else can have you this way, fuck you the way that I can, or hear the beautiful noises you make when you fall apart.”

“Only you, Dany,” you whisper, nuzzling your nose against hers. “It’ll only ever be you. I’m yours completely.”

There isn’t need for more words after that, Daenerys simply hikes your dress higher up your waist, tearing your small-clothes away completely, before rubbing her hardened member against the wetness that has collected between your legs, a deep groan escaping her at the feeling of your clear want for her.

Within the next heartbeat, she’s buried to the hilt within you, a sharp keen being ripped from your chest at the feeling of complete fullness, the delicious stretch as your body tries to acclimate to the feeling of her, and begins to rut roughly into you. Hands slide from their place on your waist to settle on your hips, guiding you up and down as you begin to bounce in response to her thrusts.

A breathy moan falls from your lips, arms wrapped tightly around Daenerys neck, tugging her closer to you, continuing to ride her in complete abandon, wet slapping noise, intercepted by occasional grunts and moans, filled the air, echoing out across the empty throne room. A part of you thinks that you might even be able to be heard down below, the ripped open wall next to the throne offering an excellent siphon to the noises, but then Daenerys twists her hips in just the right way and everything, that doesn’t have to do with the mind numbing pleasure she gives you, vanishes from you mind in an instant.

Nails make crescent moons in the soft flesh of your hips, bruises no doubt already forming on your lower abdomen from how hard Daenerys was thrusting up into you, but the knowledge that your Khaleesi is marking you in such a way, that she’s lost parts of her control because of you, makes you not care in the slightest— you were hers, completely and irreversibly. Her pleasure was your own.

With another strangled gasp, your head falls to her chest, still clad in her formal garb, the metal cool against the heated expanse of your forehead, no longer being able to keep yourself upright. You could feel your climax approaching— coming faster and faster as Daenerys brushed against the spot within you every time she pulled out. Your core clenching around her desperately, trying to keep her within you, milk her for all that she’s worth, and the tight constriction causes a strangled sound of her own to resonate from your Khaleesi.

Feet planted firmly into the floor, she begins to piston fully into you, your body arching into her, allowing her to move you as she saw fit, clearly chasing her second release and your own.

“I’m going to mark you in a way that no one ever has.” Feverish violet eyes meet your own, strands of silvery-gold hair sticking to her heated cheeks, torn from their intricate braids, as her grip on you tightens more. “You’re going to bear my children, you’re going to continue on the Targaryen name. Would you like that?”

You moan. “Yes.”

The thought of carrying her children, of continuing on the Targaryen Legacy, filled you with a sense of purpose, a sense of warmth.

Pushing your head further into her chest, you plead. “Do it, Khaleesi. Claim me.”

With a ragged snarl, Daenerys’s hips stutter and before you know it jets of warmth fill you up, going straight to your womb. The feeling triggers your own release, a broken moan leaving you as you milk Daenerys for everything she has, everything that she’d be willing to offer. Harshly panting, Daenerys settles back onto the throne, hands gently running down your spine, holding you as closely as she possibly still could, still buried inside of you.

“Thank you,” she whispers, nuzzling you before she presses a kiss to your damp temple.

You sigh, content in her arms. “Always.”

Pressing another kiss to your head, Daenerys angles your face in order for you to look at her, the open look of adoration on her face one that’d only ever be reserved for you and her son.

“My beautiful love, my lovely wife.” She drops a chaste kiss to your lips, her hips beginning to move once more. “My eternal queen.”

“My Khaleesi.”

[yxlxnabxlova]

House of the Dragon and/or Game of Thrones rp Request

I am over 18 so, absolutely NO minors allowed! Rules:

NO minors, pls dni if you are under 18

Semi Lit to Literate and above

AT LEAST two paragraphs for responses

oc's are allowed! i can do cc x cc ships but i prefer playing as oc's

doubles are allow

open to bxb but i do prefer bxg and gxg

pls be okay with angst, i can live without smut haha but i need my angst

I'm pretty open to triggering topics but SA (for example) can be implied but I don't want details about it. I understand that kind of thing exists in that world and can affect characters behaviors (much like irl) but if it happens I'd rather not go into the details it's just disgusting. Only implying for the character arc, or plotline. Not because you enjoy it 🤢

no pedo's or bestiality, that sort of thing is just NO 🤢

pls tell me if you don't like something i write and I will do the same, communication is key to enjoying role plays

absolutely LOVE plot

If you want our hotd universe could always lead into a got universe!

I have multiple oc's once we start discussing and depending on who you play for me will determine on the oc I share with you. Love Interests I like:

Criston Cole♥

Aegon II Targaryen♥

Daemon Targaryen♥

Addam of Hull♥

Aemond Targaryen

Hugh Hammer

Corlys Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Willem Blackwood

Viserys I Targaryen

Otto Hightower

Dyana

Gwayne Hightower♥

Rhaenyra Targaryen♥

Helaena Targaryen♥

Alicent Hightower♥

Characters I'll play:

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targeryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Viserys I Targaryen

Laenor Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Larys Strong

Willem Blackwood

Otto Hightower

Corlys Velaryon

Gwayne Hightower

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenys Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Laena Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Jeyne Arryn

Aemma Arryn

Mysaria

Dyana

I have multiple oc's once we start discussing and depending on who you play for me will determine on the oc I share with you.

Love interests i like:

Robb Stark♥

Jon Snow♥

Jaime Lannister♥

Tyrion Lannister

Viserys Targaryen

Jorah Mormont

Ramsay Bolton♥

Khal Drogo

Tormund Giantsbane

Oberyn Martell

Daenerys Targaryen♥

Cersei Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Sansa Stark♥

Characters I'll play:

Eddard "Ned" Stark

Jaime Lannister

Jorah Mormont

Viserys Targaryen

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Theon Greyjoy

Tyrion Lannister

Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish

Samwell Tarly

Bronn

Benjen Stark

Oberyn Martell

Loras Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell

Cersei Lannister

Sansa Stark

Daenerys Targaryen

Brienne of Tarth

Gilly

Ygritte

Missandei

[f1rewr1t3r]

fandoms i write for pt 1

I'm a writer but have major writers block and i have no idea where to start so if you see this and want to send a fic rec just lmk (i will be updating these consistantly) and once i get a few fics uploaded i will make a masterlist

smut -🖤 fluff-🤍 angst-❤️

here's part two and three

Formula one

Max Verstappen

Lando norris

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Oscar Piastri

Sergio Perez

George Russell

Lewis hamilton

Fernando Alonso

Nico Hulkenburg

Yuki Tsunoda

Daniel Riccardo

Oliver Bearman

Pierre Gasly

Kevin Magnussen

Alex albon

Esteban Ocon

Zhou Guanyu

Logan Sargent

Valtteri Bottas

Stranger things

Billy hargrove

eddie munson

steve harrington

dustin henderson

max mayfield

will byers (mainly platonic (except for male!reader cause i am a firm believer that will is a bit zesty))

robin buckley

nancy wheeler

jim hopper

jonathan byers

karen wheeler

joyce byers

001/henry creel

marvel

(all names correspond with their superhero egos captain america/steve rogers etc.

steve rogers

bucky barnes

natasha romanoff

scott lang

thor

loki

yelena belova

wanda maximoff

pietro maximoff

kate bishop

tony stark

peter parker (tom holland + andrew garfield)

bruce banner

T'challa

shuri

Hatfields and McCoys

Cap hatfield

Johnse Hatfield

jim mcCoy

Tolbert McCoy

Calvin McCoy

HOTD/GOT

Viserys Targaryen (1st and 3rd)

Daenarys targaryen

Daario Naharis

Missandei

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Maegor Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Lucerys Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Gwayne Hightower

Ser Criston Cole

Alys Rivers

Cregan Stark

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Bran Stark

Jojen Reed

Jon Snow

Jorah Mormont

Tyrion Lannister

Podrick Payne

Jamie Lannister

Lancel Lannister

Gendry (Baratheon)

Margaery Tyrell

Loras Tyrell

Oberyn martell

Sturniolo triplets + nate doe

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

rosa diaz

jake peralta

(all other characters but platonic)

[insomniakisses]

ASOIAF / GOT Masterlist

💖 Fluff / 🌧 Angst /🔥 Smut / 🤝 Platonic / 💞 related / 🧬 hybrid / 🐺 omegaverse / 🍆G!p / 🧛vampire / 🐕 werewolf / ✨authors pic

Cersei Lannister

Her little Stark 💖🔥🐺✨

-> Her little Cubs 💖🐺✨

Sansa Stark

Catalyn Stark (Tully)

Danaerys Targaryen

Missandei

Yara Greyjoy

Ellaria Sand

Jon Snow

Oberyn Martell

Margery Tyrell

Brienne of Tarth

Smut asks

[ashleyfanfic]

For the spicy smutty prompts game how about

luxury ) - our muses have sex in the back of a limousine for Jonerys? You’re writing is amazing and I love BBQ all your Jonerys stories!!!

I am so sorry this took so long. I was in the mood to write smut then in the mood to write anything but. However, I did get this finished.

This is Jonerys and it's just filth. No plot here. Could be a future missing scene from Dangerous Woman.

They sprinted across the crowded parking lot, having snuck out a side entrance. He led the way as she nearly tripped on her shoes. Their limo was in the middle and he saw their driver close to the entrance talking and smoking with the other drivers. He knew the backdoor would be open as he'd requested that Bowen leave it that way.

He opened the door for her and they both slipped inside and he quietly closed the door so they didn't draw attention to themselves. She was giggling even as she slid down the zipper on the back of her dress. She slid the straps down her shoulders and he ditched his jacket and tie.

The only thing he liked about formal affairs was that Dany wore dresses so tight she rarely wore anything beneath them. As she peeled her dress off and tossed it to the other seat, he was glad to see she had stuck with tradition. They had also learned that their best bet to avoid any unsightly stains that naked was the only way to do this. She helped pull Jon's pants off as he rid himself of his shirt, then kicked off his shoes. Soon his underpants, pants, and socks joined her dress.

Instead of joining him on the seat, she moved between his legs, her hands sliding over his thighs, touching his warm skin. She puffed out a hot breath against the side of his cock, watching it twitch then locked eyes with him. She lifted his cock from where it pressed against his belly and swiped her tongue along the thick vein beneath and up to the tip. She did it twice more, never breaking her eyes away from his. His hands gripped the edge of the seat, not wanting to ruin her hair yet again, and be fussed at by Missandei. He slouched lower in the seat, spread his legs wider. Her hand came up to fondle his balls and broke eye contact to take his length into her mouth. He groaned and laid a hand on her shoulder, just needing to touch her skin as she started to work him. "Fuck, Dany, you're so fucking good."

She popped off of him but used her hand to keep stroking. She slid along his length to his balls and sucked on both before taking him fully in her mouth again. At this rate, he was going to come before he was ever inside her. He tugged on her arms and she went willingly. He loved seeing her lipstick smeared across her lips. "You're so fucking hot, you know that?" he whispered before he kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth able to taste himself mixed with her spearmint gum she'd chewed earlier.

He palmed her breasts and she gasped when his fingers pinched her nipples. "Jon, I want to sit on your face," she broke away from the kiss to declare. He slouched down even farther on the seat, so his shoulders and back still touched the leather.

"Ride me, love."

She climbed onto the seat, pressed a knee on each side of his head, then lowered herself down on top of him. She gripped the back of the seat as she looked down at his dark hair that had fanned out around him. She spread her legs a bit more, pressing the heat of her cunt directly over his mouth and within seconds, Jon had her panting his name and she made little thrusts over his tongue. She nearly collapsed as she shivered and shook above him, rubbing her cunt against his offered tongue.

He slid out from beneath her and back onto the seat. "Come here," he said as he crooked his finger at her. She straddled his waist and he slid his length inside her. She moaned appreciatively, "Oh, fuck, Dany. Ride me, gorgeous," he whispered against her skin. She began moving in slow rolls of her hips and his hand slid over her skin, plucking her nipples, gripping her hips and ass, having her bounce harder over him. She leaned back, hands pressed to his knees. She watched as he lewdly licked his thumb and brought it to her clit, swirling around. She stopped moving as she grew tighter and tighter and she finally fell over the edge, shaking. "Oh, Jon," she panted as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his bow. He held onto her as he rolled her to her back.

He had slipped out of her, but thrust back in quickly, which caused a long moan to drag from her lips. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the car along with Dany's moan and Jon's whispered words of her beauty, his love for her, and her pretty cunt. She loved when he talked dirty. "This is only going to hold me off until we get home," he grunted. "I'm going to eat this pretty cunt until you can't feel your legs and then I'm going to fuck you until neither of us can move tomorrow."

"Yes!" She cried. "Oh, fuck, Jon, I'm so close." He kept thrusting at the same pace and force and soon she was falling over the edge again. She shook around him and soon he was emptying himself inside of her.

She dug her nails into his arse as he made shallow thrusts and dropped his head to her shoulder. "Fuck you're spectacular," he grunted against her ear. He pulled back to kiss her. She held his body against hers, not allowing him to withdraw from her yet. The alarm on his phone, that was buried in his suit jacket across the limo, buzzed annoyingly. "That's our fifteen minute warning."

He climbed off of her, grabbed his jacket and turned off the alarm. He stopped at the minibar, grabbed a bottle of water and one of the cloth napkin, and cleaned her up as best he could. "Maybe when we fuck in places like this, I should wear condoms."

She shook her head. "No." When he was done, he handed over her dress and reached for his underpants and trousers. They quickly got dressed and Dany reached for her makeup bag to do a few touch-ups. She hid the smears of her lipstick and freshened up her eyes, erasing the smudges that had appeared when she'd been sucking his cock and tears had slid down her face. Most of her make-up was waterproof, but there were some errant smudges that did occur. She fluffed out the back of her hair and soon they were both ready to go back into the party.

Jon climbed out first and she saw him wave to someone. When she stepped out of the limo, she saw it was his driver who only shook his head. "Out of curiosity, why did you say 'no' to condoms," he whispered as they mingled in through the crowd and stopped outside the ladies room.

She leaned up on her toes and pressed her lips against his ear. "Because I like feeling you dripping out of me," she hummed and pulled back to wipe at the lip stick smudged on his face. "You should go in and get the make up off your face. And... other liquids."

He shook his head. "No. I fully intend to smell your cunt the rest of the night," he said as he kissed her on the cheek. "Meet you back here in three minutes?"

She nodded and left him to go into the bathroom.

He could still taste her and he fully intended to have it on his tongue the rest of his night. No champagne could be as sweet.

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Acta Est Fabula - Ch. 9

SUMMARY: Crimson Court AU. Boudica faces an uphill battle against the captain of the guard, Margaret, but at least there’s comfort to be found in the vestal’s arms. Meanwhile, Reynauld and Dismas are awakened to the news of their escapee. No Beta. Read at your own risk.

PAIRING: Crusader x Highwayman / Hellion x Vestal

RATING: M (vaginal fingering / grinding / drug use)

WORD COUNT: 3,450

READ ON Ao3: -> HERE!!

A/N: Our supporting characters get the main spotlight this time, but don't worry, Damian and Tardif will be back next chapter. My first go at writing a yuri smut scene. Hope it turned out alright. (Did any of y'all catch that tortoise and the hare analogy between Barristan and Missandei?)

Also, did you know the Norse word for hot is hót? XD

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Margaret is in the middle of briefing her men when she spots Boudica stepping into town, marking her return.

“You have your orders. Dismissed.”

As her guards leave to fulfill her command, the captain marches herself right up to prodigal warrior, accusation in her voice.

“Where were you,” the markswoman snaps, giving her no room to breathe.

Despite her smaller build, Margaret doesn't let the size of the hellion's muscles interfere with her interrogation.

“Hello, nice to see you're alive and well,” Boudica replies dryly, dodging her question with petty sarcasm.

Unless their duties called for it, Boudica avoided the captain of the guard as much as possible, their code of ethics and technique always at odds.

“Forget the pleasantries,” snarls the captain, her glove chopping through air, “I want answers. Heard you were the last one to see him before he escaped.”

The warrior woman leers at Margaret's tone, the rise of her voice, meeting it with a low growl of her own.

“Yes, if you must know, I delivered his food. When I returned, I saw the bars were pried apart.”

“And you didn’t think it necessary to alert the other guards because …?”

“There wasn't time,” she explains calmly, “I was determined to handle it myself.”

“And were you successful,” asks Margaret, already knowing the outcome, just waiting for the other to admit it aloud.

Boudica answers with a sneer upon her lips, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of saying, “No.”

Margaret is smug, stalking a circle around her prime suspect, red forelocks bobbing along with the feather in her hat.

“Well, due to your poor judgment, the prisoner got away and two of our guards are dead.”

“Someone was killed,” asks the ponytailed huntress, brows lifting in surprise, having no idea.

Seeing the hellion caught unawares does throw Margaret's theory off, having suspected the painted warrior had a hand in their demise.

“Yes, the two men I had stationed outside. Both of their throats were cut.”

Margaret watches Boudica closely, seeing what emotions pass through her, guilt and mourning among them. “You’re sure you don't know anything about it?”

“No, I don’t.” Instant aggravation, a flat remark aimed at the musketeer.

“It's not nice to point fingers.”

The comment comes from Missandei, inserting herself into the conversation, defending her comrade.

What was once competitive rivalry has now turned into a bitter grudge, Margaret turning to her fellow sharp shooter with contempt.

“Do not tell me how to run my ward. Everyone is a suspect.”

Missandei was not the type to be intimidated by her counterpart, throwing it right back in her face with cool blue steel, “By your own logic, that includes you as well.”

“What,” grits Margaret, fists clenched.

Missy crosses her gauntlet-clad arms, offering an explanation.

“You said so yourself, no one is above suspicion. You could easily use your position as captain to cover up evidence, manipulate your men to your advantage. For all we know, you're the one who sprung him loose.”

Despite Margaret holding a higher rank, she still resented Missandei for being better than her, hated her even more now that she was calling her credibility into question.

Before things can grow too heated, Fergus' bark pierces the night air, her shaggy paws approaching the trio, yapping at the captain in particular.

“What's that mutt doing here? Shouldn't you be out searching for the murderer?”

“Actually, that's exactly what we’re here to report,” William says, coming up after his loyal canine, back from their scouting mission, “The trail led us to the crimson court.”

The musketeer steps back, feeling threatened and outnumbered.

"Then why aren’t you out pursuing them?”

He laughs just a little condescendingly at Margaret’s unreasonable expectations.

“Missy and I make a great team, but for the two of us to go in there unprepared and without reinforcements would be suicide. Thought you might want to know that the culprit might be a bloodsucker.”

“The two victims bled out on the ground,” the captain reveals, “we found no bite marks on their neck.”

“Maybe they weren't hungry,” William says with a shrug, “Or maybe this is some ploy to turn us against each other which given the state of things, seems to be working.”

The musketeer swears this lot has spent too much time around Tardif, adapting his mutinous tendencies. Did no one respect authority anymore? Margie grits her teeth, frustrated that the tides have turned on her.

As bleak as the circumstance may be, her detective instincts kick in, keen eyes noticing a possible clue.

“Those marks on your glaive, were they always there?”

Fear flickers across Boudica’s face, quickly masked by anger. “What are you going on about now?”

“You were close with Tardif,” Maragret says, feeling a bit more confident at this discovery, “Who's to say you didn’t help him escape?”

“Do you have proof or is this more biased conjecture,” Boudica argues, getting fed up, “Perhaps, I should mention to lady Junia that if you were competent in your position, Tardif never would have gotten away in the first place.”

“I knew it,” Margaret hollers, “You’re all against me. Out to relieve me of my position!”

“Not this again,” the archer sighs, “we all know you're captain of the guard. No one's calling that into question. I lost. You won. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

No, no she's not. Missandei was Barristan's favorite, hand picked for the position after he retired, but it was overridden, handed to Margaret instead in a flex of power unearned.

“How can I be? I can't trust any of you! I know you all hate me for taking his place.”

“No one hates you,” William says, “you're the only one taking it personally.”

“Not everything’s a competition, Margie. Loosen up,” Missandei says, hoping to inspire some compassion.

“You loosen up! And you,” Margaret says, pointing her finger now at Boudica, “don’t go too far.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

Having lost the higher ground, the musketeer storms away, crashing her shoulder against Boudica's, to which the hellion shoves her right back, making the other girl waver in her thigh-high boots, cape staggering in the wind, the group waiting til she’s out of earshot to finally relax, speak casually.

“Thanks for the assist back there,” Boudica remarks, smiling at the two specialists.

“You would have done the same for us,” William nods, loyal to a fault, same as his four-legged friend, “Truth be told, that girl’s in way over her head. Job's too much for her.”

The lawman looks to Fergus, meeting her brown beady eyes, resting a hand upon her head.

The arbalest joins in to console her, squatting down to give the shaggy dog some chest rubs, her collar tag jingling, “Sorry, she yelled at you, girl. Margie's having a bad day.”

Tail wagging, Fergus bathes the freckles of her nose in kisses.

“We all know the job was yours, Missy. Barristan picked you as his successor. Should've stayed that way.”

“Well, Reynauld had the final say in that,” the arbalest reminds him, looking just a bit sad, having already made peace with it.

“I know. It just ain't right.”

“Nothing we can do about it now.”

“True, guess all we can do is hope for the best,” William sighs, shaking his golden locks with disparagement.

“Should visit *skilpadda (turtle) sometime,” Boudica suggests, “I am sure he would love it.”

It's a mantra the arbalest has told herself countless times, missing her mentor dearly, and yet something has been holding her back.

“I haven't gone to see him since the changeover. I guess I just don't want to see him disappointed.”

“I don't think a visit from you could ever disappoint him, *kanin (rabbit).”

With encouragement like this, Missandei can't help feeling a whole shine better, like a polished medal.

“Thanks guys.”

“Hey, you think he's alive? Tardif, I mean.” asks the blonde-haired ranger, peering off towards the untamed wilds of the vampire’s den.

“It's the bloodsuckers that should be worried,” remarks Boudica, sharing in the same distant gaze.

“Yeah, remember our bet,” Missandei smirks at her gambling partner, “I am sure he's carved out his own little slice of paradise out there.”

“How could I forget? I am still recovering from the loss.”

“Then, c'mon let's get a drink. Drown our sorrows,” suggests the easy-go-lucky archer, standing tall in her grieves, reinvigorated with purpose.

“Suppose the captain would want us to lay low, let her handle the investigation,” William nods in agreement, “That is, so long as you're buying.”

He fixes the dark-skinned beauty with the same sad puppy eyes that Fergus is so good at making, his bearded scruff only adding to the effect.

“Yeah, yeah, you don't have to beg. I'll cover the tab. Boudica, you wanna join us? I’ll buy you a turkey leg.”

“Give my half to Fenrir, here,” she chuckles, petting the wolfhound's spine, a series of spirited swipes through shaggy fur. “I think I am going to turn in for the night.”

The talented pooch stands on hind legs, giving the hellion a doggy hug, licking at her face, making both Missy and Will laugh.

“I think you just became Fergus’ new favorite person.”

“Only until she finishes eating.”

The valkyrie indulges the canine with a little dance before setting her paws back down, Boudica remaining there, kneeling. She meets the pup's soulful brown eyes, a hand under her muzzle, making a vow.

Fergus’ tongue bleps out, giving a gentle lap at her nose in promise.

"Look out for each other, OK? I don't want to lose anyone else.”

“You can count on us,” the houndmaster assures her, dutiful, striking a courageous pose.

“Good.”

Boudica rises, pleased with this, finding it hard to contain her smile around them.

“Send Junia our love,” adds Missandei with a chipper, knowing exactly where the vestal's honor guard would be heading after this exchange.

“I will. Be safe my friends.”

“You too. We'll see you around,” the arbalest waves, the two parties going their separate ways.

—-

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Reynauld awakes to the insufferable pounding of his chamber door, his guard shouting an endlessly string of, “M’lord! M’lord!”

The crusader grumbles, holding his aching head, hardly sober enough to deal with this disturbance so early in the morning.

“Yes, yes, what is it?”

“Sir, please, come to the door. It's urgent.”

The crusader is no less annoyed, having no choice, but to get out of bed.

“I'll be right there.”

Reynauld turns to Dismas, a master of quick change, his partner already retrieving his trousers from off the floor, pulling them up around his waist. Such was a soldier's life, needing to be ready at a moment's notice, surprises like this bound to happen.

Usually, they would be given more time to cuddle, Dismas’ ear pressed to Reynauld's chest, arms coiled around one another, but now he can only mourn the empty pool of sheets growing cold beside him.

Rey can't be bothered to fully dress, dawning a robe, tying the sash closed as he answers the door, opening it just a sliver.

“What's this all about?”

“It's the prisoner, Tardif. He's escaped.”

“Ha,” Dismas shouts from afar, “ya better be jokin’!”

Reynauld ignores the interjection, keeping the ex-bandit out of sight.

“I am afraid not,” the guard answers, “it happened at 0300 hours.”

A singular thought circulates within the archbishop's mind, ‘the baroness will not be pleased.’

“Inform Junia that her presence is required in the meeting room. We will deal with this accordingly.”

“Sir,” the guard advises, “Boudica is a suspect.”

Reynauld doesn't like his judgment being called into question, even if it's overtly insinuated.

He leers with a vestige of authority, tone stern as he says, “My orders have not changed. Now go.”

The guard salutes, off to carry out his command and Reynauld promptly shuts the door.

“This is bad, very bad.” Dismas frets, the news hitting him the hardest. If Tardif truly knew what Dismas thought he knew, then their missing man just became a very big liability.

“You worry too much. It's only a matter of time until we find him. And when we do, his actions solidify his offenses. He's done us a favor.”

The ravenette appreciates the vote of confidence, hoping it's enough to manifest Tardif back into their custody once more.

“God, I hope yer right.”

His breath is heavy, expelling, head sunk against Rey's shoulder.

“I am always right,” he reminds him, stroking a hand through the heckles of his partner's neck, allowing this interlude of solace, “Now, get dressed. We have work to do.”

“I am dressed,” the highwayman argues, “You're the one walkin’ ‘round with that slinky robe on.”

It's true, aside from his boots and jacket, Dismas is presentable, the sneaky pickpocket playing with the twin ribbons that hang around his knight's hips.

Rey chuckles, glad to see his paramour calm again, “Help me suit up, won't you?”

Dismas loved putting the crusader’s armor on almost as much as he enjoyed taking it off, looking forward to the transformation with a sultry glint in his eyes. To see him shining, the embodiment of romantic heroism reflected back in that floor length, golden encrusted mirror, light pouring in from all around, was quite the inspiring sight.

“Always.”

He leans into his superior, soliciting a kiss, the cunning man grinning into it.

—--

The vestal is in her private quarters, poised at her desk, indulging in a fine line of sanguine snuff. A sniffle follows, a rub at her nose as the drug takes effect, leaning back against her chair, hoping to settle her nerves.

Boudica, the prowling tigress, lingers in the shadows, stealthy when she wants to be, her blue eyes observing. The room is large, dark save for a few flickering candles, plenty of places for her to hide. When it suits her, the hellion sneaks up on Junia, stealing a startled surprise from her lady.

“Caught you,” she shouts, clutching the nun from behind, covering her mouth so she cannot scream, strapping her middle down with the other.

Junia’s startled cry is muffled, dominated by the warrior’s laugh, Boudica revealing herself.

“Oh, Boudica! Thank goodness it's you!”

The vestal rests her hand over the callous ones now crossed over her chest, heart still thumping.

“Really got the jump on you that time.”

“Yes, yes you did, but tell me, how’d it go? Is he alright,” she asks, swiveling in her seat, both fear and excitement warring in her eyes.

The hellion smirks, using her nickname, a special code phrase that signified a successful mission.

“I am Scarlet Night, keeper of dawn.”

Junia finally relaxes into her touch, stifled relief pushed from her lungs.

“Good. I never would have forgiven myself if it had turned out any other way.”

“I know. He sends his love. Says for you to lay off the snuff.”

Boudica raises an eyebrow, nodding in regards to the canister the vestal just polished off.

Junia cackles, boisterous, tears coming to her eyes with the force of her laughter.

Boudica revels in it, her mistress’ humor a rare thing these days, letting her go on for as long as she wished.

“Such a caring boy,” the nun says, her tone crumbling, melancholy, “He has suffered much. I still grieve for the life he lost.”

“As do I, but we did the best we could. Gave him all the love we had.”

“I can only hope it's enough. He deserved better than what we could give him.”

“Perhaps, this is a tale held true by many, but his spirit is far from broken.”

“Always so stubborn,” Junia adds, recalling fond memories of his youth, “never one to give up.”

“You know,” Boudica elicits, shifting around, hooking a leg over the corner of the desk, using it as a stool, “I think he may be seeing someone.”

Junia faces her partner with wide eyes, mouth aghast as they partake in this gossip.

“Our Tardif? Are you sure?”

The redheaded huntress nods, staring at the flickering candelabra’s flame.

“Ever since he returned from the court, he's been a different man.”

“I've noticed it too,” Junia concurs, “but I never thought … well, I assumed his mission was the cause.”

Boudica begins to hum, harmonizing an old Norse song, a gentle celebration, providing an escape from troublesome thoughts.

“What do you think she's like,” asks Junia, trying to imagine it just as she imagines rolling hills and flower meadows.

“Beautiful like you. Strong like me.”

“I expect so,” Junia giggles, soothing like a turtle dove, “Do you think he would introduce us?”

It's the hellion’s turn to chuckle. “Hm, doubtful. Knowing us, we'd probably scare her off.”

“How else could we be sure they'd make a proper fit? If she could survive us, then the two of them could survive anything.”

“I can only hope I am around to see it. Margaret is desperate to find me guilty of the crime.”

“Yes, I heard,” she laments, reaching out to hold her honor guard's hand, squeezing it tight, “We’ll find a way, always have.”

The hellion can see how her precious vestal hangs her head, so full of worry, for her and for him.

“When’s the last time you've slept, my lady?”

“Hm? Oh … probably not since you've held me,” she admits quietly, cheeks becoming as rosy as the powder she keeps.

“Then, it's time I do so again.”

“Boudica— ,” she gasps, scandalous, peering around the room for hidden voyeurs, “out in the open like this?”

“I made sure to lock the door, close the curtains. Besides, If those *fífls (idiots) can get away with it, why not us?”

“We must set a better example.”

“We do, considering how loud they get,” the hellion teases, recalling too many instances when she came across questionable noises coming from Reynauld’s room.

“You always could make me laugh.”

“That's not all I can do,” she smirks, grasping her lady by the thighs, sitting her atop the desk she once occupied, standing between her spread legs.

“Oh …”

The redhead has successfully boxed the fair maiden in, widening the gap of Junia's legs with rough swiftness, making the woman gasp, inclining her weight into hers, desiring a kiss.

A swallowed bleat against ruby lips, sweet, innocent like a lamb, Boudica's fingers slipping under her skirt.

Her touch glides up, past the crease of soft skin, white like magnolia petals, Junia gasping into her mouth, shivering the closer she gets to burning heat.

The hellion traces a thumb around her folds, rubbing down the front of her slit, hidden behind a swell of dark curls and cotton undergarments, growing wet for her.

Junia holds the harsh ferocity of her features, pulling her tigress closer, shifting her weight, slipping her hands down, grabbing hold of barbaric breasts.

“No need to be shy, my lady,” Boudica teases, the heat of passion coloring her face, propositioning Junia to squeeze them harder.

She topples the nun down, the vestal melting against the desk as her lover thrusts, their lower halves meeting despite all the layers of fabric still left between them.

“I want to feel you, inside,” Junia breathes, delirious with desire, consumed by her vibrant spice.

“*Ja, I want it too,” she pants, foreheads touching as she finally pushes two fingers past waiting flesh, making them both groan.

“So hot,” Boudica revels, fingers dripping with her slick, impressed by her velvety smooth pussy. She thought about wetting her fingers first, showing off her tongue, but Junia didn't need it, not at all.

“Mm, more. Let me have your full strength.”

“As my lady wishes.”

Boudica thrusts in, making her beloved moan, watching her writhe, grinding her hips for more of her touch.

She adds another finger, Junia taking it all, the hellion rewarding her with a vibrato of swipes over her clit.

The huntress feels her clench, arch, gush against her fingertips. She drinks it all in, the sight, the sound, delighting in the taste of her.

“*Ástin mín (my love),” she cries, reaching to intertwine their hands, the warrior holding her tightly through the hymns of bliss.

Junia had remembered the term the hellion had taught her, Boudica blessed to hear the call of her homeland in her sweetheart’s voice, a sacred spark of wildfire.

“Shall we move this to the bed,” she asks once the vestal’s breaths have settled, “Try it without our clothes this time?”

There was more maneuverability to be had there, more positions to try and the hellion wanted to ride her until she was ragged and sore.

“You better,” Junia lilts, glowing with a beauty that could rival the goddess Freya, “You haven't worn me out yet.”

“Heaven help you when I do.”

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Again

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41952342/chapters/106459449

Jorah x Daenerys

Summary: When Daenerys can’t seem to go on, Jorah is there to guide her.

Warnings: 18+, oral(f receiving)

Note: This story is part of my Jorleesi Smut Series: Eonian. Stories included in this series may or may not be connected with each other unless stated otherwise.

Her fingers grip tightly onto her sheets, her back bending against her feather mattress when a string of moans leave her lips. Her other hand reaches down to run her fingers harshly against his golden hair, lacing them through the curls on his nape and pushing him more against her cunt, offering him everything that she has to give.

She whispers his name into the air, the walls and the candles baring witness to their display of passion, his lips sucking harder on her slickened pearl while his finger thrusts through her folds in a shallow motion, pulling her closer and closer to the edge of the cliff and coaxing his queen to spread her wings like a true dragon and take flight.

“Please,” She gasps and pushes the heel of her foot against his shoulder blade, urging him closer to her mound, for him to fully thrust his finger deep within her core, to brush against that sacred place she hides deep within and for his lips to never leave her bud, to entice his tongue to roll against it and bring her into ecstasy.

But as he pushes his finger deep with her core, a groan elicits from his lips when her walls tighten around the muscle, her cunt clenching against it and sucking it further inside that when he sinks his finger to the hilt, his name comes out of her lips in a shout, the honey she offers flowing freely for him to drink.

“You’re so sweet, Khaleesi.” He mumbles against her cunt, his finger continuously moving in and out of her core as his tongue laps up her release.

She pants heavily against her bed, her muscles relaxing and going limp as she succumbs to her knight’s ministrations.

“No more, my bear.” She whimpers when she feels him add another finger within, feeling her walls stretch from the thickness and gasping when he starts to thrust them slowly, curling his knuckles as he pulls them out before slipping them back in. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can, Khaleesi.” He says in a low tone of voice, his lips finally leaving her mound then pressing them against her pelvis then her abdomen, his tongue tracing the curves and dips of her body.

And her body tightens afresh when he thrusts them deeper and faster this time, his tongue finding her swollen pearl once more and flicking against it, licking it and rolling the tip around it, which makes her back bend into a perfect curve, both her hands seeking refuge on the back of his head and pulling him closer once more.

She turns into a moaning mess, uncaring if her guards outside would hear or if even Tyrion or Missandei would bare witness to her undoing under the care of her most loyal knight, her knight who is always ready to please, who is always ready to bring her pleasure, who aims for nothing but to do her bidding, even when she doesn’t ask him to, especially when she doesn’t ask him to.

His growls fill her ears, both her legs hooking on his shoulders for leverage as she begins to buck her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, wanting him deeper and deeper, wanting him to consume her entire being, to have the flame within her to burn brighter than any star, or sun or moon in the sky.

“Jorah—” She chokes her name when his movements become erratic, the pads of his fingers poking on her sweet spot, again and again, relentless and eager. She feels her muscles tighten, the familiar pull at the pit of her stomach coming forth once more that she stills, her eyes blowing wide and her lips parting as her heart catches in her throat, her hands pulling harder on his golden curls as she’s once more brought into ecstasy.

She’s panting, she's breathless and she’s flying high up into the air. The pleasure her lover continues to give her always akin to when she mounts Drogon and soars up in the sky. Then she’s floating back down to the ground and she’s unafraid for she knows he would always be there to catch her, to bring her to safety in his arms and there’s nowhere she would rather be than with him. Always with him.

A sigh escapes her lips when she feels the hollowness of her cunt, his tongue slowly tracing her lips as he drinks up her nectar once more, never missing a drop, always taking everything that she so willingly gives him.

A tired smile then forms on her lips when she looks down and sees his blue eyes staring up at her, a seductive smile painting his lips before he presses them against her pearl once more.

“Again, Khaleesi?” He asks but she knows it’s no question to be thought of.

“Again.” And he flicks his tongue against her bud anew.

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You Make A Mess Of Me

Daenerys Targaryen x Missandei

Summary: An alternate universe where Daenerys Targaryen is Queen of The Seven Kingdoms and Missandei of Naath is her Queen Consort.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, just filth, alpha daenerys, omega missandei, you know how i love my crackships

Note: i really have no explanation for this literally wrote it in 20 mins but they deserved so much better in show canon which is why i have not stopped thinking about them since!

"My dragon Queen, come back to bed." Missandei practically whines as she begrudgingly watches Daenerys get dressed for the day.

The alpha hums in acknowledgement, but ultimately does not comply, her back still towards Missandei as she fixes her breastplate.

"Later, perhaps." She responded simply, but the omega was not satisfied.

She comes up behind the silver haired woman, with only a sheet covering her frame.

Missandei wraps an arm around the Queen, stilling her movements, as she rests her front against Dany's back.

"You smell of dragon." Missandei quips.

"You flatter me, my love." Daenerys responds, a smirk playing on her lips.

Missandei doesn't respond, instead she tilts her head, tracing open mouthed kisses up the Queen's neck.

Almost instinctively, Daenerys leans back with a contented sigh, allowing the other woman further access.

The curly haired woman lets go of her grip on Dany's hand so she may reach down. With a single bold move, she eagerly palms the alpha's bulge over her slacks.

Daenerys lets out a low groan of approval as her lover continues massaging her cock over its confines; in a few short moments Missandei feels it harden underneath her touch.

"You have gotten very bold these past few moons, my love." The Queen states, and her tone only works to further excite her wife.

Dany finally turns around to look at the omega and Missandei languidly lets go of the sheet that was covering herself, deliberately leaving her naked body exposed.

Upon seeing this, something in the Targaryen snaps, her gaze darkens as she crashes her lips against Missandei's. 

The curly haired woman reciprocates with as much despair and need.

Her fingers getting lost in silver locks, tugging and pulling. The kiss is open mouthed and messy, Daenerys greedily inhales every breath her omega exhales. The Queen soon guides the other woman further back onto the bed, prompting her wife to lay her head on the pillow.

Missandei introduces her tongue mid kiss and the Queen takes the opportunity to capture it in between her lips, sucking it on it harshly. She doesn't pull away until her wife is gasping for air. 

Dany finally retreats so she may begin taking off her clothes, Missandei watches as she hastily removes her breastplate, along with her doublet and breeches. Finally she takes off her small clothes, and her cock is finally released, Missandei immediately takes notice of its erect state, thick and heavy.

The curly haired woman parts her legs instinctively; licking her lips as she observes Daenerys stroking her length, her steely gaze does not falter, only growing darker by the second.

"What have I told you about touching me without my consent?" The alpha's tone betrays no notion of a jest, but her lover decides to push her luck anyway.

"That I should do it?" Missandei responds cheekily.

Dany's expression merely hardens at her wife's audacity, and Missandei's entire body hums in anticipation.

"I think you deserve a punishment– for disobeying your Queen." Daenerys states, bending down to retrieve something off the floor.

Missandei only recognises what the alpha had in her hand as she climbed onto the bed. 

The curly haired woman attempts to capture the Queen's lips with her own but she is distracted as she feels cold metal against her skin, followed by smooth leather wrapping around her wrist.

Dany tugs on the belt and Missandei's arm is lifted up until it reaches the bedpost.

It was then the omega finally let herself acknowledge what was happening; she was being restrained to the bed.

Dany wordlessly does the same to her wife's other arm. Once she was satisfied, she leaned down to kiss her, it's a hefty kiss that leaves Missandei wanting more, but the new restraints prevent her from attempting to chase the alpha's lips.

She whines in clear protest, and Daenerys only smiles.

"I am going to make you regret disobeying me, my sweet omega– so that you will never do it again." The Targaryen says, placing a chaste kiss on the other woman's cheek.

Missandei does not know what her wife intends to do for certain, but she is partially sure that it will do nothing beyond urge her to further act against the Queen's wishes.

Although, she does not admit this, instead the omega bites her lip, suppressing a look of exhilaration.

Dany soon begins licking her way up Missandei's body; her thighs, her navel, her neck.

Her wife finally reaches the familiar spot on her neck; her mating mark, she deliberately bites down, nearly breaking skin, and Missandei lets out a hiss at the sensation.

The pain only causes a thrill of arousal down her body, straight to her core.

Missandei tugs on the restraints again.

"Please– touch me–" The Queen consort pleads, embarrassed at just how needy she sounded.

"I am touching you." Dany casually states as fact, gently swiping her tongue across one of her nipples, and her wife's moan was involuntary.

"Daenerys.." Missandei groans, swiftly earning a harsh pinch on the same nipple. 

It makes the omega yelp in pain, but the pleasure she feels immediately after overpowers it.

"Stop teasing me– please– Your Grace." Missandei whines, she was already dripping for her alpha, certain at this point, her arousal has already soaked the mattress underneath.

"You've been very bad, Missandei." Daenerys quips as she continues to nip at her wife's sensitive skin.

"Why should I give you anything you ask for?" She adds, licking her way down the omega's thighs, reveling at the feeling of her wife's goosebumps forming on her tongue.

"Because you love me." Missandei replies simply and the alpha stills.

The look her wife is giving her is unfamiliar, perhaps it was due to her current state of arousal and inability to think of much else, but Missandei cannot decipher it.

Is it fury? Desire?

The omega doesn't get the chance to ponder a moment longer, as her wife settles quickly herself on top of her, Dany holds herself up by her forearms as she lines up the tip of her cock to the other woman's entrance.

With one rash movement of her hips, Daenerys is fully sheathed inside of her wife's cunt. 

Missandei half screams and moans at the sensation; it is deep relief, pain and pleasure.

She tugs at the restraints again, a reflexive urge to pull her alpha closer.

"Is this what you wanted?" Dany growls, her thrusts continue to be purposeful and rough, her thick cock stretching the omega's cunt deliciously, hitting every spot within her, leaving her lightheaded and gasping.

"Yes.. yes.." Missandei manages through her moans, she wraps her legs around the alpha's waist, an attempt to hold her as close as she can.

"You drive me mad, did you know that?" Dany grunts, punctuating her words with every thrust.

A compliment or an insult, Missandei could not say for sure, but still, she nods her head vigorously in response, her eyes shut tightly.

Daenerys places her open mouth over the mating mark once again, this time allowing her warm tongue to soothe the earlier bite. 

Missandei mewls as she feels a familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach, her release fast approaching; the alpha is not far behind as she deepens her strokes.

With a few deep thrusts the omega finally comes undone around the other woman's cock, her wife following swiftly behind her, releasing thick spurts of her seed deep inside her wife's wanting cunt.

"Seven Hells." Daenerys cursed, breathless and disoriented, as she continued the movement of her hips, riding out her peak. 

Her wife remained trembling underneath her, gone totally slack, yet content as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The Queen finally musters the strength to reach up, releasing her wife's arms from the restraints. 

Once freed Missandei's hands immediately move to her wife's back and neck, pulling her in for a deep, lingering kiss.

"I love you." Daenerys whispers against her wife's lips as they parted.

Missandei rubs her nose against the alpha's affectionately before answering.

"I love you too." She says, and the smile that appears on Dany's face is instantaneous.

"Well you have succeeded in making me stay, I am afraid I will not be able to move for the next few candle marks." She adds, not making an effort to pull out of her wife, only laying her head against her shoulder.

Missandei grins at that.

"Good. Stay forever." She replies.

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The Bastard and The Slave: A Tale of Love and Freedom

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by Keeperofrealms

Jon Snow meets Daenerys Targaryen for the first time at Dragonstone, but it’s not her he’s looking at.

Daenerys wanted Jon from the moment she first saw him, she was sure he felt the same.

Missandei was happy serving Daenerys, but she still wanted more from life, than just being a servant.

Words: 2055, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), House of the Dragon (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Daenerys Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen (Brother of Daenerys), Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire), Jon Snow, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Robert Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, House Baratheon Characters (A Song of Ice and Fire), Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Gregor Clegane, Petyr Baelish, Talisa Maegyr, Khal Drogo (A Song of Ice and Fire), Qotho the Dothraki (A Song of Ice and Fire), Qhono the Dothraki (Game of Thrones), Dothraki Characters (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow & Daenerys Targaryen, Khal Drogo/Daenerys Targaryen, Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark/Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark & Ned Stark, Petyr Baelish/Sansa Stark, Petyr Baelish & Sansa Stark, Missandei/Jon Snow, Missandei/Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Missandei & Jon Snow, Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont & Daenerys Targaryen

Additional Tags: Inspired by Game of Thrones, Alternate Universe - Game of Thrones Fusion, Inspired by House of the Dragon (TV), Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Love, Fluff, Character Death, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Language, Eventual Happy Ending, Jon Snow Deserves Better, Jon Snow Deserves Happiness, POV Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire)

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The Bastard and The Slave: A Tale of Love and Freedom

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/AhkKBOT

by Keeperofrealms

Jon Snow meets Daenerys Targaryen for the first time at Dragonstone, but it’s not her he’s looking at.

Daenerys wanted Jon from the moment she first saw him, she was sure he felt the same.

Missandei was happy serving Daenerys, but she still wanted more from life, than just being a servant.

Words: 2055, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), House of the Dragon (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Daenerys Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen (Brother of Daenerys), Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire), Jon Snow, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Robert Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, House Baratheon Characters (A Song of Ice and Fire), Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Gregor Clegane, Petyr Baelish, Talisa Maegyr, Khal Drogo (A Song of Ice and Fire), Qotho the Dothraki (A Song of Ice and Fire), Qhono the Dothraki (Game of Thrones), Dothraki Characters (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow & Daenerys Targaryen, Khal Drogo/Daenerys Targaryen, Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark/Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark & Ned Stark, Petyr Baelish/Sansa Stark, Petyr Baelish & Sansa Stark, Missandei/Jon Snow, Missandei/Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Missandei & Jon Snow, Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont & Daenerys Targaryen

Additional Tags: Inspired by Game of Thrones, Alternate Universe - Game of Thrones Fusion, Inspired by House of the Dragon (TV), Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Love, Fluff, Character Death, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Language, Eventual Happy Ending, Jon Snow Deserves Better, Jon Snow Deserves Happiness, POV Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire)

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