#shiera seastar x reader

[missglaskin]

Yan!Great Bastards/Targs house (Platonic) HCS

Characters-Aegon IV, Naerys, Aemon (mention), Daeron II, Daenerys, Daemon Blackfyre, Shiera, Aegor, Brynden

Note; reader is adopted and female, mostly platonic but some relationships can be interpreted. The timeline is inaccurate/messy

Ever since Aegon brought you to court, many whispers assumed you must have been a bastard of his. Yet there was a lack of any sign that the blood of old Valyria coursed through your veins. It also didn't help that there were whispers claiming you already had a family of your own, adding to the uncertainty surrounding their fate. Still, even with doubt, the lord and ladies accept Aegon's claims.

Aegon has kept you close ever since you arrived at court. He has proven to be a man of envy, despising the thought of anyone else stealing your time and attention from him. Despite his best efforts to keep you to himself, Naerys and Aemon were still able to become quite involved in your life.

You quickly won the favor of Naerys, as she would spend alone time with you at any given chance. It's her who also gave you and Daeron and Daenerys the opportunity to finally meet. With Naerys, you can come to expect that she'll hand you clothes that she herself embroidered and sewed.

With you around, Aegon treats Naerys with a little more decency. Aegon is a man who seeks praise and validation, so noticing your frown and distant demeanor in the way he treats Naerys will hurt him just a little. Unbeknownst to you, it only deepens Daeron and Aemon's attachment to seeing you care for Naerys.

Aemon is the last person Aegon ever wants to see you bond with. There is considerable conflict between the brothers, whether it's believed to be over Naerys or the allegations regarding Daeron's legitimacy. The more Aemon spends his time with you, the more bitterly Aegon feels toward his brother.

Daeron, along with Aemon and Naerys, is possibly the most "normal" out of the family. He treats you with such tenderness and care—it's impossible not to warm up to him. Given that his father brought you to court and paraded you around, you initially assume that Daeron would harbor some resentment. But all Daeron's eyes convey is warmth.

Daeron and you are told to spend most of the day together whenever you could, either playing cyvasse, going for a walk in the gardens, or having dinner together. Aegon didn't give much thought if you chose to carry out your princess responsibilities, but Daeron and Naerys did. They had you be taught how to dance, courtesy, and embroidery while he wasn’t around. 

Aemon would always try to accompany you, either walking you to your chambers or through the gardens. He guards you with the same degree of vigilance that he does with Daeron and Naerys, stepping in to help if he notices you in distress. He also permits you to go horseback riding if you choose, as Aegon never lets you.

These are rare moments in between, as Aegon immediately steals you away to his usual spot by his side. As has been said, Aegon was a demanding man. He anticipates your unceasing praise, telling you of something "nice" he has done for Naerys or giving you a gift just to see you smile. It was best for you to pretend he's the favorite of the family.

When Daeron wed Myriah Martell, both of you grew quickly fond of each other. As expected, Aegon did not like the little friendship you developed. When the two soon introduced Baelor (Breakpear) to the court, they made you among the first to hold him. Daeron couldn’t help but smile as he watched you interact with his baby son. Little Baelor was often used as an excuse for Daeron and Myriah to take you away.

While you were very attached to Daeron, he was older (and very busy), so you spent your free time with (Aegon ofc), the ladies of the court and most of all with Daemon and Daenerys. Rumors occasionally circulated that you were spotted in the gardens, showing young Daenerys the lovely view of the flowers with Daemon watching you both from afar.

The tranquil realm Viserys ruled over quickly came to an end when he passed away. Aegon, the fourth of his name, soon sat the throne. The moment the crown was put the crown on his head, the dynamics of the family were entirely shifted. Aegon’s first act was to ensure you were legitimized before the whole court. Giving you the name Targaryen was probably the only time the family came together. 

If possible, Aegon’s treatment of his son and brother worsened. Any disputes he had with Aemon led to the king forbidding his brother from ever speaking to you. It wasn’t beneath him to threaten Daeron with the same thing as well.

As king, Aegon publicly had numerous mistresses. Who all knew to get on your good side as Aegon was persuaded by your opinion. It was told how much he liked a mistress by how much he allowed her to interact with you.  Falena Stokeworth, Jeyne Lothson, Bethany Bracken, and Sereni of Lys were among the familiar faces. You even bonded with their bastards, which one is compelled to believe is a jab at his son.

The court also knew to get on your side; after all, it wasn’t filled with noble or wise men, but those who flatter and amuse. It’s said that if one made you laugh, it was enough reason for Aegon to gift them land.

Aegon always showered you with gifts, but as king, he made sure you were the best dressed at court. From silks taken from Qarth to being showered with all sorts of jewelry—diamonds, gold, rubies, and pearls. And if you asked for it, he would gladly name hills, mountains, and even castles after you.

Aegon assumed that with all he had done for you, you would always be on his side. So one can imagine his fury when rumors of Naerys’s adultery and Daeron’s legitimacy were whispered among the court, and you took his wife and son’s side. Even more when you seemed to admire his brother for defending the queen’s honor.

It was a tragedy when Aemon’s life was taken when he stepped in between the king and his assassin. His death sent Naerys into grief. And while you were grieving for Aemon, you had to also grieve for Naerys as she soon followed him to her grave. Aegon pretended to comfort you, but secretly, in all his selfishness, he was glad to have some competition taken out. 

Daenerys already saw you as her sister, but with her mother’s death, it only made her cling to you far more and made the two of you closer than ever. You did always have a way of cheering her up. In the evenings, either one of you would sneak into each other’s bedchambers just to spend time conversing. 

Daenerys loved when you would do her hair, sending away any of her handmaidens to do it instead. Even when you think you did a poor job, Dany was quick to compliment you. She was affectionate in general, embracing you either when she greeted you or when she said her goodbyes.

With Naerys and Aemon dead, Aegon continued spreading the rumors of his son’s illegitimacy, and tried getting you on his side more than once. But it only made him despise his son more seeing your intense loyalty towards him. Made worse with the queen dead, the mistresses were far more bold, pushing their children to get closer to you as a way to gain more favor in court. 

Aegor was the first to catch your attention. Even as a child, his protectiveness and possessive were evident to the whole court. If it wasn’t your father pushing away the other children, it was Aegor. In his eyes, Aegor saw you as a sweet thing to be protected, and he was willing to do anything you asked of him.

He was easily jealous and bitter of anyone taking your attention away from him. Whether it’s your lady friends, to which Aegor stands in the corner glaring at them, or Daenerys, who’s having some tea time with you. Worst of all, his anger was all directed towards Daeron to which Aegor had to hold himself from lunging at the prince whenever Daeron took you away from Aegor.

Though there’s no bigger rival to Aegon until Brynden comes into the picture. Between the half-brothers, there’s no familiarity. Not only do their houses hold a long rivalry that passes generations but Aegor’s mother was passed over by Brynden’s.

Aegon allowed you not only to know Melissa Blackwood but also to become familiar with her three children: Myra, Gwenys, and Brynden. Aegor hated how Brynden seemed to easily catch your attention. You didn’t notice the way Brynden slowly inserted himself into your little friend group with his sisters. And when you add Shiera to the mix, Aegor only grew to loathe Brynden more.

As said, while Aegor is more aggressive and demanding, Brynden is much more subtle. He has a way of getting you to open up to him, and he is a great listener, remembering every little bit. Brynden also seems to have a knack for noticing the little details from your rings to your headpieces. 

But like Aegor, Brynden is also a jealous man. You have no idea how many he has sent away, whispering doubts into your ears about the "suspicious" acts of your lady friends. Even as a child, Brynden had a way of pulling the strings and somehow he knew all there was to know. 

Shiera takes any opportunity to steal you away, locking arms as she guides you away when the two half-brothers are at each other’s throats. She would spend many hours with you if she could, listening to your sweet voice. One of her favorite things to do is get you ready for feasts in your chambers; she is fond of ivory and lace and incorporates it into your style as well.

Though none of Aegon’s bastards are closer to you than Daemon Waters. You would usually catch him in the corner of your eye, and you didn’t mind his company with how nicely he treated you. Giving you advice when needed, complimenting your dress, or gently tucking anything in place.

He was your father’s (second) favorite, and it’s evident in how he allowed Daemon the privilege to become closer to you. History remembers all too well when he handed Daemon ‘Blackfyre,’ but what history doesn’t know is that it secretly made Daemon feel as if he’s more worthy of your attention.

As expected from an Heir, Daeron resided in Dragonstone for a few years. He promised to exchange ravens and he kept to his word. As much as Daeron missed you terribly and desired nothing more than to bring you along, he knew his father’s answer. 

The more Aegon sat on the throne, the more your seat was right to next to it; a little throne of your own, one made comfortable instead of his. It was the last years that made Aegon actually never leave your side, not even Daemon could interact all that much with you. 

When Aegon’s reign ended, he demanded you to be on his side as spent his last moments on his deathbed. And it made you a witness to his last decree: legitimizing all his great bastards; a last spite against Daeron.

Upon learning of his father’s death, you and Daeron reunited once more, a happy moment instantly overshadowed by the realization that Daeron must do his supposed duty, crowning himself with you as his witness. He spent his time repairing all the damage his father did. Daeron would go as far as to include you in the council, and like his father, would look forward to your advice, but unlike his father, he can choose to make his own decisions.

Daenerys being sent off to Dorne was upsetting for both of you. You both promised to exchange letters and gifts. Dany would send letters detailing her time in Dorne, how she grew fond of the place and the people, but that she missed home and, most of all, she missed you. Daeron made promises to have you visit her, but secretly the two of you knew that wouldn’t happen. 

Daemon and the rest of the bastards being legitimized was an incident that made everyone hold their breath; they all knew the consequences of doing such a thing. But for now, it seemed as if not much had changed. Daemon took the name ‘Blackfyre’, and he and the rest were strangely treated well by Daeron and allowed at court.

With Aegon no longer around, they were all allowed to spend time that they could not have. A secret among everyone was that it was a relief Aegon’s passed. Daeron, of course, had more authority than anyone else, but he strangely did not hold his father’s intense possessiveness and jealousy, and the same went for Myriah, who treated you so well and convinced her husband to give you some freedom.

It meant you were permitted to be entertained in court as much as you wanted. Dancing with the other lords and ladies even if it led Daemon and Shiera taking all of your time.

You were also permitted the freedom to attend many dramatic performances and the jousting where many men competed for your hand. But something that Daeron and all the others agreed on: was that you were off limits.

While Daemon sat well in court, it was Aegor who whispered things to his ear. Aegon’s intense envy and bitterness never dissipated; if anything, he found himself resenting Daeron more and more over the years. He thought while the king presented smiles and courtesy when taking you away, he assumed the king was a fox behind a sheep’s clothing wanting you all to himself.

And we can assume the resentment never stopped towards Brynden. Not only did he take the woman he loved, Aegor is forced to share you with the man he hates more than anything. Brynden gives him passing looks that Aegor knows all too well what it means. But a sight that makes him clenches his fists is watching you read with Shiera and Brynden, sitting too closely between the two of them.

Family dinners, while on the surface seem nice,  all the servants and the guards could feel the tensions rising. You are obviously seated next to the king, or at times seated next to Myriah. They all exchange pleasantries, but one can notice the glare Aegor gives when Brynden speaks to you, how Shiera and Daemon tend to only seek you out in conversations. How the rest tense when you compliment or thank one of them. 

And while everything seems pleasant at the moment, it no longer does when Daemon Blackfyre announces himself as the rightful king with Aegor on his side. When Daeron has you locked in your chambers or has guards watching your every move for your safety, but most of all to ensure you are not taken under his nose.

Shiera and Brynden who take Daeron’s side reassure they all want the best for you. There is a war brewing between the family and everyone is well aware you are stuck in the middle.

[venmondiese]

TAGLIST

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝!

⁀⊹GENERAL/ ALL TAGLIST.

EWANVERSE CHARACTERS

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

ᯓ 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ᯓ 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ᯓ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ᯓ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 ᯓ 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ᯓ 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ᯓ 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ᯓ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a song of ice & fire masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ arianne martell, young griff "aegon", aegon ' the conqueror' targaryen, rhaenys 'the conqueror' targaryen, visenya 'the conqueror' targaryen, maegor targaryen, rhaena targaryen, aemon targaryen, baelon targaryen, aegon 'the younger' targaryen, viserys ii targaryen, aemon 'the dragonknight' targaryen, daemon blackfyre, shiera seastar, daemon blackfyre

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[blakeswritingimagines]

You're Too Sweet For Me

Word Count: 1.7k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Shiera Seastar, the notorious beauty of Westeros, and her secret lover found moments of quiet comfort within the labyrinthine walls of the Red Keep. The moonlight spilled through the windows casting a silvery glow, and the faintest whisper of the sea carried the scent of saltwater into the candlelit room where two bodies lay in bed. You lay awake in the soft confines of the luxurious bed, nestled against the warm body of Shiera. Your bedroom, tucked away deep within the Red Keep, was illuminated softly by the gentle moonlight filtering through the windows. The peaceful silence was broken only by her slow and steady breaths, feeling her heartbeat against your chest. You looked down at her, your heart pounding at the proximity, feeling her smooth skin against yours. Shiera stirred slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips as she sensed your gaze upon her. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting yours in the dim light. "My love," she whispered, her voice husky from sleep. She reached up, tracing a finger along your jawline before cupping your cheek tenderly. "What is it that troubles you?" Her question was laced with concern, for she knew all too well the weight of secrets and responsibilities that rested upon your shoulders. Despite the danger this illicit affair posed, you both had found solace in each other's arms, a fleeting escape from the treacherous game of thrones that consumed your lives.

Your eyes locked onto hers, her touch sending a warm sensation through your body, your heart skipping a beat. You took a moment to drink in her beauty, admiring the way the moonlight played on her delicate features, her eyes a glimmering pool of emerald and sapphire. You let out a soft breath, feeling her fingers tracing your jawline, "It's nothing, I was just… thinking." You managed to whisper, trying to push away the tumultuous thoughts that filled your mind. "If only there was a way to quiet down my mind…" Shiera's thumb brushed gently over your lower lip as she leaned in closer, her breath mingling with yours. "Perhaps we can help each other find some peace," she murmured, her words dripping with seductive promise. With a fluid motion, she rolled onto her side, facing you fully. Her hand slid down to rest on your chest, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her palm. "Let me show you how to quiet the storm inside you," she purred, her voice low and enticing. Slowly, deliberately, she began to trail kisses along your neck, her lips leaving a scorching path of desire in their wake. You felt a rush of heat spread through your body, her seductive words and the gentle touch of her lips igniting a fire within you. Your breath caught in your throat, her fingers sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. As she trailed kisses along your sensitive neck, you let out a soft moan, your hands instinctively moving to her hips and pulling her closer to you. The weight of your worries seemed to fade away amidst the warmth of her body.

Shiera chuckled a sultry sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Mmm, always so eager for me," she teased, nipping playfully at your earlobe. Her hand slid down to grasp your own, guiding it between her thighs to wrap around the thick girth of her erection straining against the fabric of the furs covering you both. "Feel what you do to me," she breathed, her voice heavy with lust. "I ache for you, to be buried deep inside your tight heat until neither of us can think straight." With a deft move, she threw off the covers which left you both bare and exposed, freeing her engorged member. It sprang forth, hard and pulsing, already leaking precum. She stroked herself slowly, her eyes burning with desire as she awaited your touch. Your hand wrapped around her thick shaft, her cock throbbing under your touch. A surge of excitement coursed through your veins as you stroked her length, marveling at the velvety texture of her skin. Your breath hitched as she guided your hand, the sight of her arousal making your own cock twitch with anticipation. Squeezing her cock harder, your thumb rubbing circles on her slit, wanting to hear those sweet words. Shiera let out a guttural groan as your skilled hand worked her thick length, the pleasure building rapidly. "Ahh, yes, just like that," she panted, her hips rocking into your touch. "Your touch feels divine." She captured your mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep, tasting you thoroughly. Pulling back, she gazed at you with molten desire, her eyes darkening with need. "I want to feel every inch of you, to claim you wholly." Her hand slipped between your legs, her fingers teasing your entrance, circling the rim before dipping inside your slick folds. "So wet and ready for me," she growled appreciatively.

A gasp escaped your lips as Shiera's fingers entered you, your inner walls clenching around them eagerly. "Please, I need you," you whimpered, grinding your hips against her hand, desperate for more. "Claim me, make me yours." Your own arousal coated her digits, easing the way as they plunged deeper, stroking your most sensitive spots. Your breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples pebbling under her heated gaze. "Take me now, fill me with your essence." With a primal snarl, Shiera positioned herself between your thighs, her massive cockhead nudging insistently at your entrance. She gripped your hips, holding you steady as she pushed forward, her thick length spreading you wide. A low, pleasured moan tore from her throat as she sank into your welcoming heat, her shaft throbbing with each delicious inch. "Fuck, you're so tight," she grunted, her pace relentless as she drove herself deeper, filling you completely. Once she was fully sheathed, she paused, reveling in the sensation of being encased in your body. Then, with a powerful thrust, she began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a brutal rhythm that shook the bed. "Mine." A scream of ecstasy ripped from your throat as Shiera's immense cock stretched you wide, the initial pain giving way to overwhelming pleasure. Your nails dug into her back as she pounded into you, each savage thrust sending shockwaves of bliss through your core. "Yes, yours!" you cried out, your voice raw with need. The force of her movements jolted the bed, the headboard banging against the wall. You wrapped your legs around her waist, locking yourself to her pistoning hips, urging her on. "Harder, faster!" Your climax built at the base of your spine, coiling tighter with each brutal stroke of her cock.

Shiera's response was to increase her tempo, fucking you with reckless abandon, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the chamber. Her hips snapped forward with brutal intensity, the force of her thrusts driving you up the bed. Leaning down, she captured one of your nipples between her teeth, biting down hard enough to make you yelp before soothing the sting with her tongue. "Come for me," she demanded, her voice husky with lust. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you cum." With that, she reached between your bodies, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in swift, firm circles. The dual assault of her cock hammering into you and her fingers stimulating your sensitive nub proved to be your undoing. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your vision blurring as ecstasy consumed you. Your body convulsed around Shiera's invading cock as your climax hit, your inner muscles clamping down on her thick length like a vice. "Ah! Yes! Oh gods, yes!" you wailed, your voice cracking with the intensity of your release. Waves of pure bliss radiated outward from your core, your entire being trembling with the force of it. Shiera's relentless stimulation of your clit prolonged your orgasm, drawing out every last tremor and spasm. As the aftershocks subsided, you collapsed back onto the mattress, panting heavily, your limbs limp and sated. Shiera continued to piston into you, chasing her own peak, her breathing growing ragged. "Fill me," you begged, still floating on the high of your orgasm. "Give me everything you have."

Shiera's eyes flashed with triumph as she felt your body quivering around her, milking her cock for all it was worth. With a few more powerful thrusts, she reached her own crescendo, her balls drawing up tight as she prepared to unleash her seed deep inside you. "Fuck, take it all!" she roared, burying herself to the hilt as her cock erupted, pumping jet after jet of hot, thick cum into your now creamy pussy. She rode out her climax, grinding against you, ensuring every drop was deposited deep within your womb. Finally, spent, she collapsed atop you, her weight pressing you into the mattress as she nuzzled your neck, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Mine," she whispered again, this time with a sense of possessive satisfaction. Your body accepted every pulse of Shiera's release, your insides filled to overflowing with her potent seed. You could feel it sloshing inside you, marking you as hers. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you savored the aftermath of your intense coupling, your limbs still entwined with Shiera's. "Yours," you agreed softly, running your fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. "Forever." You basked in the warmth of her closeness, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against yours, the steady beat of her heart. In this moment, surrounded by the evidence of their passion, you knew that nothing would ever come between you two again. This bond, forged in the flames of desire, would only continue to strengthen with time. Shiera lifted her head, her eyes meeting yours with a softness that belied the fierce passion that had driven them just moments before. "I love you," she murmured, her voice gentle, filled with emotion. She pressed a tender kiss to your lips, a stark contrast to the rough, demanding kisses that had preceded it. "You're mine, and I'll never let you go." She nuzzled your cheek affectionately, her breath warm against your skin. "Rest now, my love. We've earned it." With that, she settled beside you, curling her body protectively around yours, ready to bask in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.

[alannybunnue]

The great bastards can get acess to the demigod!Reader two ways

By Bryden Rivers using his thousand eyes to get to her,and Shiera Seastar using her sorceries,Bitterstell founded the Golden Company, so based on that I would imagine he has MINIMUM charisma, to found an army to search,we don't know too much about him.

(Martin must have suffered some Catholic trauma and found himself in Celtic paganism, because look at the way he's all faith of the seven is useless and the Brackens are boring and look at the Blackwood house how AMAZING it is, look at that FUCK coat of arms,NO BECAUSE THE CHARACTERS THAT FOLLOW THE OLD GODS ARE THE BEST)

For the first time they are all working towards a common goal.

Or

(look, I have a soft spot for pretty ppl with questionable morals, so you can ignore me)

Reader hears about these great bastards, and among them is a woman who has the name Seastar (English is not my first language, so I only processed the meaning when you made the pun in the answer),Reader loves anything from his father's kingdom, including seastars , so she gets curious and goes to meet them, and holy shit the girl is pretty and misterious,and knows magic and isn't trying to capture her and put her in some cell,she is trying to seduce her.

Brynden Rivers and Bittersteel are fighting in the background, little do they know the battle is already lost.

Ok, instead of choosing one option let's conjoin them, or at least try to.

(And yes, i agree with your statement about Martin, cause mah man got some serious traumas towards Christianity to do that to the Faith)

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The great bastards, other than Daemon Blackfyre, would soon discover that Daeron II is hiding the Demigoddess inside of the Red Keep to protect her from them.

Realizing that instead of fighting each other, they should conjoin forces for a sole purpose, but don't get them wrong, each still want her for themselves.

So each uses what they have of best to get to their beloved. Of course, once they do, each try to give her a reason to go with them, which results in Bloodraven and Bittersteel especially fighting.

But the Demigoddess' eyes are on Shiera Seastar, she has some small elements, including her last name, that resembles the girl's father. That intrigued her.

But the invasion at the Red Keep caused a small side effect.

They opened the gates

For the Sea.

As the waters begin to flood the place, the princess of the seas holds on to the witch and jump to their only escape way, as her father brings them both underwater.

Leaving the rest behind.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Kiss A Blonde, Kiss A Friend, Can A Gay Girl Get An Amen? (Kinktober)

Word Count: 3.2k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

As the moonlight streamed through the window, it illuminated Shiera's graceful form as she continued her sensual exploration. Her hands roamed over her breasts, fingertips teasing the hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her gown. A soft moan escaped her lips as pleasure coursed through her veins. She turned to face the mirror, drinking in the sight of her own reflection - the elegant lines of her face, the full curves of her hips, the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage beneath the plunging neckline of her dress. With a coy smile, she reached back to untie the ribbon at the nape of her neck, letting her raven tresses tumble down in loose waves. Shiera's eyes sparkled with mischief as she imagined herself in a different scenario - not alone in her chambers, but entwined with a lover in the throes of passion. You, a young and dutiful maid, knocked lightly on the door of your mistress' chamber to see if she needed any assistance. "Lady Shiera?" you called out gently. Hearing no response, you cautiously pushed open the door and stepped into the room, your eyes widening in surprise at the sight that greeted you. There, illuminated in the soft glow of the moonlight, was your mistress standing before the mirror. Shiera's hands were exploring her own body, a look of ecstasy on her face.

Shiera heard the knock on the door and quickly pulled her hands away from her body, turning to face the doorway with an air of innocence. "Oh, it's just you," she said with a playful wink. "I was merely trying on my new evening gown." She took a step towards you, her hips swaying seductively as she did so. The fabric of her gown clung to every curve of her body, accentuating the voluptuousness of her figure. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. You grew flustered as you looked up at your mistress, your heart thudding in your chest. As you looked up at your mistress. You had always found Lady Shiera beautiful, but seeing her like this was something else entirely. The way the gown hugged her curves was almost sinful, leaving little to the imagination. "Y-yes, my lady," you managed to stutter out, your voice embarrassingly shaky. "You look…stunning." The way the gown hugged her curves was almost sinful, leaving little to the imagination. Your voice was embarrassingly shaky. "You look…stunning… Did you need my assistance with anything?" Shiera smiled at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on you. She took another step closer until she was mere inches away from you. You could feel the heat radiating off her body, and smell the sweet scent of her perfume. "Actually, now that you mention it…" she purred, reaching out to trail a finger along your jawline. "There is something you can assist me with." Her hand slid lower, coming to rest on your collarbone. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. "I've been feeling rather lonely lately," she confessed, her voice low and husky. "And I find myself longing for…companionship." Her eyes met yours, smoldering with unspoken desire. "What do you say? Will you keep me company tonight?"

Your heart skipped a beat as she touched your jawline, her fingertips sending sparks of electricity through your body. As she spoke, her voice low and sultry, your breath hitched in your throat. You knew you should refuse, knew that it was dangerous and improper, but how could you resist her? "I…" you began, your voice cracking. "I…I shouldn't, my lady. It's not right." Shiera noticed your hesitation and decided to press on, knowing she had found a weak spot. She stepped even closer, her body now flush against yours. From this close, the heat radiating off her was almost overwhelming. "And why not?" she purred, her hand still resting on your collarbone, fingers tracing feather-light patterns. "What's the point of denying ourselves what we both clearly want?" Her other hand came up to cup your chin, tilting your face up to look directly into her eyes. "Don't resist, my dear. Let yourself give in to the desire." She stepped back, giving you a chance to catch your breath. But then, with a swift motion, she reached behind her and undid the remaining ties holding her gown together. The fabric fell away, revealing her naked body to your astonished gaze. You could feel yourself weakening, your willpower crumbling under the weight of her persuasive words. But there was still a part of you that was hesitant, and uncertain. You had never been with a woman before, let alone someone as enticing as Lady Shiera. "I…I've never done this before," you confessed quietly.

Shiera watched you with a predatory gleam in her eye, taking in your flushed cheeks and trembling hands. She knew exactly how to handle such situations with ease, how to coax you into submission like it wasn't a first for her. "Then let me be your first," she whispered, stepping forward once more. Her breasts pressed against your chest, her nipples hardening against the cool night air. "I promise you won't regret it." She leaned in, pressing her lips softly against yours in a tender kiss. Her tongue teased at the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. Your mind was a maelstrom of emotions, torn between desire and fear. But the feel of her body pressed against yours, her lips soft and warm against yours, was too much to resist. You found yourself yielding, opening your mouth to let her tongue slide inside. Her kiss was gentle yet insistent, her tongue exploring your mouth with a slow, deliberate pace. You let out a small moan, caught off guard by the intensity of the sensations coursing through you. Shiera savored the taste of your surrender, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual waltz. She poured all her pent-up desire into the kiss, determined to make you forget everything except the pleasure she offered. As she deepened the embrace, her hands roamed over your body, mapping the contours of your curves. She palmed your breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak, drawing a gasp from your lips. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her mouth along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "You're so responsive," she murmured against your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I think you're going to enjoy this as much as I do."

You felt yourself melting beneath her touch, your body responding to her every caress. The gentle biting at your jawline sent shivers of pleasure coursing through you, each one leaving a burning trail in its wake. Her whispered words in your ear only heightened your arousal, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "I…I don't know what to do," you admitted, your voice trembling. "I've never…never been with a woman before." Shiera chuckled softly, her breath tickling your earlobe. "That's alright, my dear," she cooed, her hands continuing their exploratory journey. "I'll show you everything you need to know." She guided your hands to her breasts, urging you to cup them in your palms. The firm flesh yielded slightly to your touch, the nipples hardening further under your fingertips. "Just follow my lead," she instructed, her voice laced with lust. "And trust me when I tell you that you're about to experience pure bliss." You could feel the heat spreading from your core, your body responding to her every touch. You took a gulp, your mind awhirl with a mix of fear and excitement. You trusted Shiera and knew she would guide you through this unknown territory. Her words were like honey, the promise of pleasure so tantalizing that you couldn't help but give in. You could feel her body press against you, her skin soft and smooth against your fingers. "I'll try," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Shiera smiled, pleased with your willingness to submit. She captured your lips in another kiss, her tongue delving deeper into your mouth as her hands slid down your sides to grasp your hips. She pulled you against her, the heat of her core evident even through the thin fabric of your dress. Breaking the kiss, she gazed into your eyes, her own blazing with desire. "Now, let's get rid of these pesky clothes," she purred, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your bodice. The garment fell open, exposing your lacy chemise to her hungry gaze. "Mmm, lovely," she breathed, her hands sliding beneath the fabric to stroke your bare skin. "So soft and delicate." With a flick of her wrist, she sent the chemise fluttering to the floor, leaving you standing before her completely nude. Your breath hitched as the cool night air hit your skin, making your nipples stand erect. You feel exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated. You stood before her, bared and trembling, waiting for her next move. Her touch was light but possessive, her hands roaming over your body with an expertise that made you squirm with anticipation. "Please," you whimpered, unable to hold back the plea. "Touch me more." Shiera's eyes darkened with lust at your plea, her hands moving with renewed vigor. She traced the curve of your waist, her thumbs brushing over your hipbones before dipping lower to tease at the edges of your sex. "As you wish," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. She slipped a finger between your folds, coating it with your slick juices. Then, without warning, she pushed the digit inside you, groaning at the tight clenching around her. "Oh, you're so wet," she murmured, adding another finger to stretch and fill you. Her thumb circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure shooting through your body.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as her fingers entered you, your inner walls clamping down around the welcome intrusion. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. The dual sensations of her fingers pumping in and out of you and her thumb rubbing circles around your clit were driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Ahh! Yes!" you gasped, your head falling back as you lost yourself in the pleasure. "More, please!" Shiera watched you with rapt attention, drinking in every moan and gasp that escaped your lips. She increased the pace of her fingers, thrusting deeper, hitting spots within you that made stars burst behind your closed eyelids. Her thumb applied more pressure to your clit, her strokes becoming firmer, faster. "Like this?" she asked, her voice dripping with carnal intent. "Is this what you need?" Your whole body was on fire, consumed by the inferno of pleasure she was stoking within you. Each thrust of her fingers, each brush against your swollen nub, sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through your veins. You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core. "Yes!" you cried out, your voice raw and desperate. "Don't stop! Please, I'm so close!" Shiera could see the signs of your impending climax, the way your body trembled, the way your inner walls clenched rhythmically around her fingers. She wanted to draw out your pleasure, to savor every moment of your release. "Come for me," she commanded, her voice husky with lust. She curled her fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that would send you over the edge. At the same time, she increased the pressure on your clit, her thumb circling furiously.

The coil within you snapped, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your entire being focused on the pulsing pleasure radiating from your core, your cries echoing through the night. Your inner walls spasmed around her fingers, milking them for every sensation they could offer. Your hips jerked erratically, chasing after the waves of bliss washing over you. "Shiera!" you screamed, your body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through you. Shiera held you steady as you rode out the crest of your climax, her fingers gentling their movements to prolong your pleasure. She marveled at the sight of you lost in ecstasy, your face flushed, your body quivering. When the last aftershock subsided, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth to taste your essence. "Delicious," she purred, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "But we're far from done, my dear." You collapsed against her, your legs no longer able to support your weight. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, your body still humming with residual pleasure. As you looked up at Shiera, you saw the hunger in her gaze, the unquenched desire that promised many more moments like this to come. "What else can you show me?" you asked, your voice weak but curious. "I want to learn everything… I want to learn how to please you." Shiera smirked, her hand reaching down to caress your cheek. "Patience, my love," she said, her tone teasing. "We have all night." She turned you gently, guiding you towards the bed. Once you were seated, she knelt before you, her hands gripping your thighs. "Let's start with something simple," she suggested, her gaze locked onto yours. Slowly, she leaned forward, her lips hovering just above your sex. "Watch closely," she whispered, before pressing a soft kiss to your most sensitive area.

The contact sent another jolt of pleasure through you, your body arching off the bed in response. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. To watch Shiera so close, to see the look of concentrated desire in her eyes, was almost too much. "Oh gods…" you sighed, your fingers tangling in her hair. Encouraged by your reaction, Shiera pressed another kiss to your folds, her tongue darting out to taste you. The flavor of your arousal was intoxicating, spurring her on. She licked along your slit, savoring the sweet nectar that coated her tongue. Her hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open for her exploration. She lavished attention on your clit, swirling her tongue around the engorged bud before sucking it gently into her mouth. Your moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. Every lap of her tongue, every suckle of her lips, sent waves of delight coursing through your veins. Your hips rocked instinctively, grinding against her mouth, seeking more of that exquisite torment. "Shiera!" you cried out, your voice cracking with emotion. "That feels incredible!" Hearing your cries, Shiera became more daring, her tongue plunging deep into your warmth. She relished the sounds you made, and the way your body responded to her ministrations. She wanted to drive you to the brink once again, to make you lose control under her touch. She added a finger to her oral assault, curling it inside you while her other hand continued to stimulate your clit.

The combination of her finger and tongue was overwhelming, sending you spiraling toward another climax. Your back arched off the bed, your breasts jutting proudly upward. Your nipples hardened even further, standing erect in the cool night air. "I'm going to—ahh!" you gasped, your orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you breathless. Your inner walls pulsed around her probing finger, your juices flowing freely. Shiera worked you through your second climax, her tongue lapping at your quivering flesh, her finger stroking your fluttering walls. Only when your tremors subsided did she pull away, sitting back on her heels to admire her work. You lay sprawled across the bed, boneless and sated, a satisfied smile on your face. Shiera crawled up your body, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. You tasted yourself on her tongue, salty-sweet and addictive. She breathed when she broke the kiss. "And we've only just begun." Your mind was foggy with pleasure, your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. But there was one thing clear in your dazed state – you wanted more. More of Shiera, more of the pleasure she could give you. You reached up, pulling her down for another kiss, your hands roaming over her curves. "Take me," you whispered against her lips. "Use me however you want."

The words you spoke lit a fire within Shiera, fueling her desire to claim you fully. She straddled you, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of your waist. Her hands roamed over your body, mapping out every curve, every dip. With a fluid motion, she aligned herself with your entrance, her slick heat teasing you as she slowly ground against your dripping cunt with her own and tossed her head back as she rubbed against you. The friction sent sparks flying beneath your skin, each grind against you ignites a fresh flame of pleasure. Your hands slipped between your bodies, feeling the throbbing pulse of her cunt against yours. You longed to be filled by her, to have her claim you completely. "Please," you begged, your voice thick with need. "Move faster." Hearing your plea, Shiera gave in to your request, her movements becoming more urgent. She rode you harder, her hips snapping against yours with each thrust. The sound of wet slaps filled the room, punctuating the moans and gasps you both released. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of your head, her breasts swaying tantalizingly above you. "This is what you crave," she hissed, her eyes locking onto yours. "To be claimed, to be used." Your answer came in the form of a needy whimper, your body arching up to meet hers. You could feel her walls clenching around you, her tightness beckoning you deeper. You reached up, cupping her breasts, squeezing the supple flesh. Your thumbs brushed over her nipples, coaxing them into even harder peaks. "Fuck me," you pleaded, your voice strained with longing. "Claim me as yours."

The plea pushed Shiera over the edge, her movements growing erratic as she chased her own climax. She felt you beneath her, your hands on her breasts, your body urging her on. It was intoxicating, the power she wielded, the control she had over your pleasure. With a final thrust, she came hard with a loud moan, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out your name, her inner walls clamping down on nothing as she rode out the waves of her pleasure. The sensation of her climax triggered your own, your body responding instinctively to her release. You came with a scream, your orgasm tearing through you with a ferocity that left you breathless. Your entire being focused on the pulsing pleasure radiating from your core, your cries echoing through the night. Your own climax built rapidly, spurred on by the rhythmic clenching of her walls. "Shiera!" you cried out, your voice breaking as you peaked. Your orgasm washed over you, leaving you breathless and spent. Your body shook with the intensity of it, your juices flowing freely. As the last tremors of your orgasm faded, Shiera collapsed atop you, her breath coming in heavy pants. She lay there, her body draped over yours, her heart racing. She kissed your neck softly, her lips tracing a path up to your earlobe. "Mine," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper. She rolled off you, lying beside you, her arm draping over your waist possessively. You lay there, basking in the afterglow, your body humming with satisfaction. Shiera's declaration of possession sent a shiver down your spine, awakening a primal part of you that reveled in being claimed. You turned your head, capturing her lips in a languid kiss. When you pulled back, you smiled softly. "Yours," you agreed, your voice low and content. "Always yours."

[blakeswritingimagines]

Kink List With Shiera Seastar

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

If needed, she'll offer comforting words, reminding you of your strength and the pleasure you brought each other. Her voice is warm and reassuring, helping to ease any post-sex jitters or vulnerability. As you both gradually unwind, she might suggest a relaxing bath together, or simply lying entwined under the covers, enjoying quiet conversation or contented silence. Shiera believes in nurturing the emotional connection just as much as the physical, ensuring both partners feel cherished and fulfilled.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shiera has a fondness for her own curves, particularly her hips and the way they sway when she moves with confidence. The attention paid to these features during lovemaking never fails to send shivers through her. And when it comes to her partner's body parts well, let's just say she has a special fondness for hands that know how to caress and explore. There's nothing quite like having those skillful digits trace over every curve and contour of her body, igniting sparks of pleasure everywhere they go.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When the heat builds to a fever pitch and climax approaches, Shiera lets out breathy moans, her back arching as ecstasy crashes through her. She might bury her face against a pillow to muffle cries of rapture or throw her head back in abandon, reveling in the raw passion overtaking her. Her release is always intense, leaving her trembling and gasping. Shiera's orgasms are a beautiful sight - flushed skin glistening with exertion, eyes glazed with euphoria, lips parted around sighs of pure satisfaction.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When she's completely alone, indulging in some solo playtime, she loves to use a certain toy shaped like a golden trident. The phallic design sends shivers down her spine, and the weight of it in her hand feels incredibly empowering. She'll often imagine it belongs to a powerful sea god, bestowing its divine favor upon her as she brings herself to heights of pleasure.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Shiera is a seasoned lover, possessing a wealth of experience and knowledge gained from countless encounters. She's honed her skills over many years, learning what works best for her and you through trial and error, experimentation, and a keen intuition for pleasure.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Shiera particularly enjoys the 69 position. She finds great pleasure in being able to reciprocate oral pleasures with you while also receiving her own. The intimacy of facing one another, eye-to-eye contact during this act, and the ability to deepen the connection through shared moans and sighs makes it all the more arousing for her.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

While Shiera certainly knows how to be serious and sensual when the mood strikes, she also has a playful side that emerges during intimate moments. She loves to keep things fun and flirty, especially in the aftermath of a passionate encounter. She might even break into an impromptu song or dance, her naked body gyrating in a way that's equal parts ridiculous and irresistible. These goofy interludes serve to reaffirm the bond you share, reminding you both that even in the heat of the moment, you can still find joy and levity in each other's company.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Shiera maintains her long, flowing locks with meticulous care, ensuring they're always tangle-free and perfectly styled. Whether she opts for loose waves cascading down her back or sleek strands pulled up into a messy bun, her hair always complements her ethereal beauty. And yes, the carpet matches the drapes—her luxurious locks extend down to her lower back, providing ample coverage during intimate moments.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

During moments of intimacy, Shiera becomes a vision of romance. Her movements are graceful yet passionate, a delicate balance of tenderness and need. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer, her breasts pressing against your chest. Her eyes, usually bright and playful, soften with affection as she gazes at you. Her lips part slightly, inviting you to capture them in a deep kiss, her tongue swirling with yours in a dance as old as time. The scent of her perfume, a blend of ocean mist and wildflowers fills your senses, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. As she guides your hands to explore her curves, she murmurs sweet nothings against your skin, her voice a melody that soothes and excites in equal measure.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When Shiera engages in self-pleasure, she takes her time, savoring every touch and stroke. She starts off slowly, running her fingers along her body, tracing the outline of her curves before dipping lower to tease her nipples into hard peaks. As her arousal grows, she delves deeper, slipping a finger inside her wetness, circling her clit with deliberate intent. She might hum softly to herself, lost in the rhythm of her own making, or whisper words of encouragement under her breath.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She thrives on control, whether it's taking charge during lovemaking sessions or relinquishing control to a dominant partner who knows precisely how to handle her.

She also enjoys roleplaying, often assuming the persona of a noble queen commanding her subjects' undivided attention and devotion.

But perhaps her most surprising kink involves water sports. Yes, you read that right – she gets turned on by being urinated on, finding the sensation of warm liquid trickling down her thighs incredibly arousing. It's a taboo fetish that only adds to her enigmatic allure.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Shiera has a penchant for unconventional locations, choosing settings that heighten the sense of danger and excitement. A secluded beach, with the sound of crashing waves serving as a backdrop, is one of her favorite spots. The sand beneath her feet, the salty air filling her lungs, and the vast expanse of ocean stretching out before her. However, if push comes to shove, Shiera is equally content to indulge in some steamy escapades in her own bedroom. After all, there's something undeniably sexy about the familiar surroundings transformed into a playground of carnal delights.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

She's highly responsive to displays of confidence and assertiveness. There's something undeniably enticing about a person who knows what you want and isn't afraid to go after it. Watching you take control, your eyes locked onto hers with a fiery determination sends a thrill coursing through her veins. Shiera revels in the unexpected. She loves surprises, both in terms of location and technique.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Shiera has a few firm 'no-go' zones when it comes to intimacy. For starters, she despises insensitivity and lack of respect. Any attempt to treat her like just another conquest, rather than a unique individual, will be met with immediate rejection. She also draws the line between violence and pain for pleasure's sake. While she may enjoy the occasional roughhousing, she doesn't crave physical harm. Her body is sacred ground, and she expects her partners to treat it with reverence.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Shiera is an oral enthusiast, relishing both the act of giving and receiving. She finds immense pleasure in pleasuring others with her mouth, her tongue dancing across sensitive flesh with a skill honed over years of practice.

When engaging in cunnilingus, she takes her time, lavishing attention on every fold and crevice of her lover's pussy. She's particularly fond of teasing the clitoris, using her teeth and lips to create a delicious mix of pleasure and tension.

On the blowing/sucking end, Shiera is equally skilled. She's not shy about returning the favor, wrapping her lips around a throbbing cock and sucking with a fervor that leaves her partners breathless. Her throat is elastic and accommodating, allowing her to take impressive lengths without gagging.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Shiera's pace is as versatile as her appetite for adventure. She can be fast and frenzied, driven by a primal hunger that demands satisfaction immediately. In these moments, she moves with a ferocity that borders on wild abandon, her hips slamming against your own with a force that rattles the bed frame. Alternatively, she can be slow and sensual, drawing out each thrust and caress until it feels like an eternity stretched between two lovers. She revels in the buildup, the anticipation of the release, savoring every second of the journey towards a climax.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Shiera has a love-hate relationship with quickies. On one hand, she appreciates the spontaneity and raw intensity that comes with a sudden, passionate encounter. There's something thrilling about giving in to impulse, about surrendering to desire without the luxury of foreplay or preparation.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She's not afraid to try something once, even if it makes her uncomfortable or uncertain. Her curiosity drives her to push boundaries, to test the limits of pleasure and pain. She sees each experience as a chance to learn more about herself and her desires. Moreover, Shiera thrives on the element of surprise. Whether it's a new position, a kinky toy, or a daring location, she loves the unpredictability of the unknown. The thrill of the chase, the suspense of the reveal – it's all part of the game for her.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

In the heat of passion, she can easily sustain multiple rounds of lovemaking, each one as intense and fulfilling as the last. Her refractory period is virtually nonexistent, allowing her to bounce back quickly and maintain a high level of arousal throughout the entire encounter.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Shiera has a well-stocked arsenal of sexual toys, each one carefully selected to cater to her diverse tastes and desires. From vibrators and dildos to anal beads and nipple clamps, her collection is a testament to her adventurous spirit and unquenchable thirst for novelty. While she enjoys using toys on herself during solo play, Shiera is equally enthusiastic about incorporating them into partnered activities. She delights in watching you explore and master various implements, finding great pleasure in guiding your hands and teaching you the art of effective toy usage.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Shiera is a master of teases, relishing in the power she holds to draw out pleasure and torment you with tantalizingly close touches and promises of what could be. She knows exactly how to push your buttons, and how to make your bodies ache with need while remaining maddeningly out of reach.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shiera is a vocal lover, unafraid to express her pleasure through a symphony of moans, gasps, and cries of ecstasy. She's not shy about begging for more, her words tumbling out in breathless pleas as she surrenders to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. And when she reaches her peak, her cries of rapture echo through the room, a primal declaration of the depths of her pleasure.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Shiera harbors a secret fascination with the idea of a threesome. While she's perfectly content exploring her sexuality alone or with a single partner, there's something undeniably enticing about the prospect of sharing herself with you and another person. The thought of three bodies entwined in carnal delight, the mingling of different flavors and textures, the possibility of discovering new heights of pleasure – it's an allure that she finds hard to resist.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Her pink, erect clit peeks out from its hood, standing proudly amidst the sea of blonde curls. It twitches in anticipation, every tiny movement amplified by the charged atmosphere surrounding her. Despite the air conditioning, a light sheen of sweat coats her skin, accentuating the contours of her body and emphasizing her arousal.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Her libido is a force of nature, unstoppable and all-consuming. She craves the touch, the taste, and the scent of her lovers with an intensity that borders on obsession. Every nerve ending in her body is attuned to pleasure, every cell vibrating with the need for release. Shiera's yearning is a living thing, a creature that prowls the shadows of her mind, whispering seductive promises and tempting her with fantasies of forbidden delights.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After a particularly intense session of lovemaking, Shiera's exhaustion hits her like a tidal wave. The sheer intensity of her orgasm leaves her drained, her limbs heavy and her eyelids drooping. She collapses onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. It doesn't take long for sleep to claim her, her body surrendering to the comforting embrace of unconsciousness. Within minutes, her breathing evens out, becoming slow and steady. Her face relaxes into a peaceful expression, the lines of tension etched across her forehead smoothing out. As she slips into slumber, her body continues to twitch occasionally, caught in the aftershocks of pleasure. Each pulse sends a ripple through her, a final wave crashing onto the shore after a storm.

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Relationship List With Shiera Seastar

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shiera is affectionate enough in private and around people she trusts, but public displays of affection tend to make her uncomfortable due to them feeling forced. She is not a particularly romantic person, but she isn’t afraid to be vulnerable sometimes. She doesn’t have trouble being intimate with people physically or mentally, and her love language is predominantly physical touch.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

It’d probably start out with a lot of flirting and her being generally playful around you. Being that she is rather intelligent and witty, she would enjoy someone who can match her energy. At first, it probably wouldn’t be serious, as Shiera generally avoids relationships for personal reasons (not feeling able to be vulnerable and being terrified of her own emotions), but she gets attached quite easily.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is definitely one of her favorite things! She loves when someone gives her physical affection, and craves it. She would be big on laying her head in a lap, and likes being on top of or straddling a person. She prefers to be the one who initiates cuddling, though.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She’s definitely the type to eventually settle down. Her only hang up about this is her own commitment issues, as she struggles to fully trust people romantically. She can be a bit of a control freak occasionally, and wouldn’t be opposed to having a partner who she can boss around somewhat.

Her cooking skills are somewhat mediocre, and her cleaning skills are abysmal to say the least. She would have someone handle those things for her.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Shiera truly had to end a relationship, she would do it gently. She might have a hard time being honest and forthcoming about why she wants to break up, as she doesn’t like being vulnerable. Being that she’s often unable to be completely open, it’s highly likely she wouldn’t have a “proper” reason - it would probably just be an “it’s not you, it’s me” situation.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She is rather conflicted on the topic commitment. She has deep insecurities about being left by people, and due to this can have a hard time being fully vulnerable. She enjoys being in committed relationships, but she struggles to commit fully because of her trust issues and internalized beliefs that she is unloveable.

She would be okay with a long engagement, in order to avoid rushing anything and because she would likely be uncomfortable with a public display of commitment.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When it comes to physicality, she can be gentle. She’s not a super touchy-feely person, at least in public. When it comes to emotions, she’s less gentle. She’s never been an emotionally stable person, and has a habit of lashing out and acting coldly due to her own internal trauma. She is only really ever gentle emotionally when it comes to people she fully trusts.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

When it comes to hugs, she has a very “take it or leave” mentality. She is picky about who she hugs and is not very quick to initiate them. If she does hug someone, she tends to cling on for a little too long and is often hesitant to let go. She likes hugs as a form of reassurance and generally prefers to be on the receiving end, rather than giving them out.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She’s honestly a little weary of saying “I love you”. Even if she does feel it, she is incredibly self-conscious and terrified of being vulnerable and being hurt. She’d probably only ever say it once you say it first, or at least drop a ton of hints.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She’s probably a little bit possessive, especially if you’re her partner. She’s quick to get snappy and cold, and has a bit of a temper. She can get quite petty and would most likely resort to trying to get back at whatever person she’s jealous of by flaunting her own romantic interests. Generally she would handle being jealous in a bit of an immature way, as she has trouble processing her own emotions properly.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses tend to be pretty chaste and gentle in public unless you initiate being more affectionate. In private, she is a lot more bold. She’s a sucker for you putting your hand on the back on her neck to pull her closer and would go weak in the knees. Her favorite place to be kissed is definitely her jawline.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She doesn’t have any of her own, but she’s actually pretty good with kids. She is fond of them, and while she might scold a child if they misbehave, she’s very patient and willing to play with them. She struggles to be patient and not get angry with anyone really, but even more so with kids. She’s still quite loving towards them though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

She is very much not a morning person, and is grumpy unless she’s woken up by someone she likes and trusts. She probably won’t be fully awake for at least two hours after waking up, and if you try to talk to her too much or are annoying, you can expect to get yelled at until she wakes up fully.

The morning routine is basically her walking around being grumpy and not wanting to speak to you until she’s fully woke up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights would probably be a mix of physical affection (whether it be cuddling on the bed, or engaging in more intimate activities) and staying up late to talk. She’s a night owl, and often finds it difficult to be tired at appropriate times. She’d also probably be in and out of sleep for quite a while, and most likely struggle to keep a regular sleep schedule.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She tends to be pretty open, especially if she trusts you. She has a habit of being impulsive and often shares information about herself too quickly. At the same time though, she’s good at keeping her own secrets about herself and doesn’t share information that she feels would put her in danger, or that would make her feel too vulnerable.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She isn’t particularly patient herself. It doesn’t take much for her to get angry, as her emotions fluctuate very often and intensely. She especially struggles to be patient with people she’s romantic with, as she’s a rather possessive person and tends to assume the worst in people.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She’s smart and definitely a bit of a know-it-all. She’ll remember pretty much everything you tell her, especially any sort of personal information. Whether or not she’ll remember anything you say about your interests/likes/dislikes is up for debate, but at the very least she’ll try. If you mention something one time and never bring it up again, there’s a pretty solid chance she’ll forget about it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She probably has an affinity for cuddling with you in bed and talking/joking around for hours in the middle of the night, without a care for what is happening in the outside world. Those nights where the two of you are completely in your own world where no one else matters, and she’s feeling completely vulnerable but not afraid to share her insecurities would be the most significant to her.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She gets very protective over the people she loves, and she’s very possessive and territorial. Her way of protecting people tends to be more along the lines of keeping them near her and “shielding” them from threats, though she’d definitely be down for doing more physical protection like beating some ass if need be. If she’s in love with you, she’s clingy as hell.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She’s honestly a little lazy. She’s a procrastinator and a bit of a slob. When it comes to relationships, she’ll be fairly romantic on special occasions like valentines, but she definitely tends to take her partner for granted and expects them to handle most of the responsibilities like gifts, planning dates, and domestic tasks like cleaning around the house.

In her defense, it’s not that she doesn’t care, it’s just that she’s a bit arrogant and used to other people taking care of these types of things for her.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She has a habit of being impatient, and definitely needs to learn to control her temper. She’s stubborn as hell, and is terrible at admitting when she’s wrong. She also has a bit of a selfish streak, and definitely can make very poor judgment calls as a result of being impulsive and rash.

She’s the type of person who will do something wrong and then double down and get snippy if she gets called out on it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

She definitely has a bit of an ego due to being confident and knowing that she’s objectively beautiful. She’s very invested in looking/seeming her best, and takes a lot of pride in her appearance. She’ll often get jealous of other beautiful women, and in a way has somewhat of a narcissistic streak.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She’s quite insecure, so having someone she truly loves and trusts who loves her back would make her feel a lot more whole. She’s a very intense person, and having that “anchor” that she can rely on and that she knows loves her would honestly be a lot for her. I think she’d struggle a lot more without you than she would let on.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She’d be a bit of a nightmare to watch movies with. She’s prone to talk during the movie, constantly critique and make commentary, and just generally be a bit insufferable unless it was a movie she was excited to watch.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She tends to not like people who are overly emotional, and has a lot of issues with people who are overly sensitive or seem “weak.” She also gets annoyed by people that are judgmental or controlling (but again, she has a lot of double standards) and gets frustrated by overly clingy people. She’s also prone to be a bit materialistic and be somewhat greedy.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

She has a bad habit of procrastinating going to sleep. She’ll stay up way too late if allowed to, and has terrible time management when it comes to going to sleep at reasonable hours. She also tends to struggle with getting too fixated on various thoughts at night, and will have a rough time just chilling and relaxing enough to go to sleep. She’s a lot better about going to sleep at somewhat reasonable hours if she’s with a partner who pushes her, but she definitely needs a lot of convincing.

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Wild As Her (Kinktober)

Word Count: 2.8k

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In the vast realm of Westeros, where ancient dynasties clashed and legends were born, rose a woman of unparalleled elegance and enigmatic allure - Shiera Seastar. Her name whispered like a spell, invoking fascination and admiration in equal measure. With flowing, silvery tresses that cascaded past her shoulders, she was a vision of ethereal beauty—her piercing, bewitching blue and green eyes, like gems touched by the moon's glow. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met Shiera's. Ensnaring you. A heady mix of awe and attraction coursed through your veins, stirring a feeling that blossomed with each passing second in the presence of this ethereal being. Shiera observed you with a small, knowing smirk, her gaze holding a hint of playful mockery. She took a step closer, her gait catlike and deliberate. The air seemed to hum around her, charged with her presence. As she stopped before you, she lifted a thin, pale eyebrow, her voice a velvety melody that seemed to caress the air. "You seem… captivated," she murmured, her lips curving into a coy smile. A mix of embarrassment and intrigue churning within you. You tried to maintain composure, lifting your chin ever so slightly, meeting her gaze. "Captivated is one way to put it," you replied, your voice miraculously steady. Her proximity was intoxicating, her every move a mesmerizing dance that you couldn't help but be drawn to.

Her smirk widened, her eyes dancing with amused understanding of the effect she had on you. She took another step closer, and now her proximity was almost overwhelming, her warmth radiating off her body in waves. Her voice grew lower, almost sultry. "And what other way would you describe it?" she asked, tilting her head, her hair spilling over her shoulder like a silken waterfall. The heat that radiated from her body set your senses ablaze, your heart thudding against your ribcage like a wild beast desperate to escape. You inhaled shakily, the scent of her filling your nostrils, an intoxicating blend of exotic flowers and something uniquely her. "Overwhelming," you managed to reply, your voice a breathless whisper. "Enchanting. Dangerous." A soft chuckle escaped her lips, the sound like music to your ears. She reached out, her hand brushing lightly against your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart beneath her fingertips. "Dangerous? I like the sound of that," she murmured, stepping even closer until there wasn't a speck of space between you. "Do you think you can handle me?" A tremor ran through your body at her touch, each nerve ending alive with sensation. Your gaze dropped to her lips, so close you could almost taste them. "I-I don't know," you admitted honestly, though your eyes betrayed the truth – you craved this, wanted to explore every inch of her tantalizing curves. "B-But I'm willing to find out."

Her laughter filled the air, rich and full-bodied, echoing around the room. She leaned into you further, her breasts pressing against your chest, her hips grinding against yours. "Good," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Because I am not the type of woman who takes no for an answer." Her lips curled into a grin, seeing the desire in your eyes. With a fluid motion, she leaned in, her lips hovering just inches away from yours. "Then let's not waste any more time talking," she whispered before capturing your lips in a kiss that was both fiery and demanding. The moment her lips touched yours, a jolt of electricity surged through your body, making your limbs feel heavy and weak. You returned the kiss eagerly, your hands shakily finding their way to her waist, pulling her even tighter against you. Every brush of her tongue against yours sent sparks flying up your spine, igniting a fire within you that seemed impossible to extinguish. She pressed herself harder against you, her hands roaming over your back, her nails digging into your skin through the fabric of your clothes. She nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it gently between her teeth before soothing the sting with her tongue. Her knee slid between your legs, applying delicious pressure against your growing arousal. She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with lust. "Bed. Now," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed your hand and led you towards the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively with each step.

As if hypnotized by her movements, you followed her lead, your feet moving mechanically towards the bedroom. Once inside, she turned to face you, her expression predatory and eager. You stood frozen, unsure how to proceed, but your body betrayed you, responding to her presence with a throbbing need. "Sh-Shiera," you stuttered out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I… I've never done this before," you confessed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. For a moment, Shiera's expression faltered, surprise flickering across her features. Then, a slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Never?" she repeated, taking a step closer to you. "Well, then we have all night to rectify that, don't we?" She reached out, trailing a finger down your chest, her touch sending shivers through you. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," she promised, her voice low and reassuring. "Just relax and let me show you the joys of pleasure." With that, she leaned in, capturing your lips once more in a deep, passionate kiss, her hands beginning to roam your body with increasing boldness, slowly undressing you both as she went. Your nervousness melted away under the onslaught of her sensual touches, replaced by a growing sense of excitement and anticipation. You kissed her back fervently, your hands exploring the curves of her body nervously as she stripped you bare. When she broke the kiss to look at you, her eyes roamed over your exposed form, a hungry gleam in their depths that made your pulse race. "Beautiful," she breathed, reaching out to trace a finger along your collarbone, down your sternum, and across your abdomen. "Every inch of you is perfect." Her hands continued their exploration.

She watched you with rapt attention, her eyes drinking in the sight of your naked form. "Perfect indeed," she agreed, her voice thick with desire. She stepped closer still, her breasts mere inches from your chest, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. Her hands moved to cup your buttocks, squeezing firmly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from you. She leaned in, her lips grazing your neck, kissing and nibbling her way down to your collarbone. "Let's see if I can make you moan my name," she whispered, her hot breath tickling your skin. The sensation of her lips on your skin sent a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making your knees buckle slightly. You instinctively wrapped your arms around her, holding onto her for support as she continued her torturous kisses. "Oh god," you groaned, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Sh-Shiera…" Your voice trailed off into a whimper as she teased you mercilessly, her hands and mouth working in tandem to drive you to the brink of madness. Encouraged by your reaction, she intensified her ministrations, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pulled you even closer. She licked and sucked at your collarbone, marking you as hers. "That's it," she coaxed, her voice a sinful purr. "Give in to me." She looked up at you, her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to hold back. She then shifted her weight, positioning herself between your legs, her own arousal evident as she ground herself against you, seeking friction.

The sensation of her wetness against your throbbing member was almost too much to bear. You moaned loudly, your control slipping as she worked her magic. "Fuck," you cursed softly, your hands gripping her hips tightly. "Please," you begged, not sure exactly what you were asking for, only knowing that you needed more. She smirked at your plea, a triumphant glint in her eye. "What do you need, baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with lust. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above yours. "Tell me," she urged, her breath hot against your lips. She began to move her hips in slow, deliberate circles, teasing you mercilessly. "You," you gasped out, the word barely coherent. "I need you. Please, Shiera…" Your hands slid down to grip her thighs, urging her closer, silently begging her to end this sweet torment. "Inside," you gasped out, your voice strained with desperation. "I need your fingers inside me." The words felt foreign on your tongue, but the craving they represented was undeniable. "Now," you demanded, your patience worn thin. "As you wish," she purred, her eyes darkening with desire. She quickly shed her remaining garments, baring herself completely to you. She positioned herself between your thighs, her fingers tracing teasing patterns on your inner thighs. "Look at me," she commanded, waiting until your gaze met hers before sliding one long digit inside you. "You're so tight," she marveled, beginning to pump her finger in and out, setting a steady rhythm. A sharp cry escaped your lips as she entered you, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your walls clenched reflexively around her finger, trying to draw her deeper. "Yes, oh god yes," you moaned, your head falling back as she worked you open. The sensation of her finger moving inside you was intense, bordering on overwhelming. You gripped her shoulders, your nails digging into her skin as you struggled to maintain some semblance of control.

She watched you closely, enjoying the sight of your pleasure contorting your features. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted, adding another finger, stretching you wider. She increased the pace, curling her fingers to hit that sweet spot inside you. "Moan louder for me," she instructed, leaning down to capture a nipple between her lips, sucking hard enough to elicit a yelp from you. The dual assault on your senses had you teetering on the edge of bliss. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as she relentlessly pleasured you. "More," you pleaded, your hips bucking up to meet her thrusts. "Please, Shiera, I need more." Your body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. Encouraged by your pleas, she added another finger, filling you to the brim. She curled her fingers once again, determined to push you over the edge. "Like that?" she asked, her voice laced with satisfaction. She picked up the pace, her thumb circling your clit in time with her fingers plunging in and out of you. The combination of her fingers and thumb was too much. Your climax washed over you like a tidal wave, ripping through you with an intensity that left you gasping for air. "Shiera!" you screamed her name, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through you. You clung to her, your grip tightening as you rode out the orgasm, feeling it drain every ounce of strength from your limbs. She rode out your orgasm with you, her fingers still moving within you, coaxing every last tremor of pleasure from your quivering body. She watched you come undone beneath her, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "There's my girl," she murmured, finally slowing her movements as you started to come down from your high. She withdrew her fingers slowly, allowing you to savor the lingering sensations.

Your breathing was ragged, your heart pounding in your chest as you lay there, spent and utterly fulfilled. "God, that was…incredible," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. You looked up at her, your eyes filled with adoration and something akin to awe. "Thank you," you said, meaning it from the bottom of your soul. She pulled back from the kiss, her expression soft yet still carrying a hint of her dominant nature. "But we're not done yet," she warned playfully, her hand trailing down to rest on your stomach. "It's my turn now." With a swift motion, she rolled you onto your side, facing her. She straddled your waist, her slick folds pressing against your thigh. "Ready for round two?" The thought of more made your heart race and your body tingle with anticipation. "I'm always ready for you," you answered, reaching up to caress her cheek lovingly. You couldn't help but marvel at how different she could be, how she could switch from demanding dominator to tender lover in the blink of an eye. It was intoxicating and thrilling, and you found yourself falling harder for her with each passing second. She captured your hand, bringing it to her lips for a quick, sensual kiss. "Good answer," she praised, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She guided your hand lower, to the junction of her thighs. "Feel how wet you've made me," she breathed, rubbing your palm against her heat. "I need you inside me. Now." Your touch confirmed what she'd already told you – she was incredibly aroused, and all because of you. You moved your hand, spreading her lips apart to reveal her glistening center. The sight alone was enough to make your pulse quicken, but when she pressed your hand tighter against her, urging you to explore further, you complied eagerly. "I can't believe how much I want you," you confessed, your voice husky with desire.

She let out a low chuckle, a sound rich with carnal promise. "Believe it," she whispered, guiding your hand to position your fingers at her entrance. "Show me how much you want me." She rocked her hips against your hand, seeking friction. Her other hand moved to your breasts, squeezing them firmly, pinching your nipples between her fingers. The double stimulation was almost too much to handle. With her guidance, you slid a finger into her welcoming warmth, relishing the feel of her velvety walls enveloping you. You curled your finger slightly, searching for that special spot that would make her moan. Feeling her clench around you in welcome. You matched her rhythm, pumping your fingers in and out of her while your other hand explored her body, tracing lines across her skin, kneading her muscles, and reveling in the way she responded to your touch. Her moans filled the room, spurring you on as you continued your ministrations. "Just like that," she panted, her hips rolling fluidly against your hand. She shifted positions, bracing one knee on the bed beside your hip, opening herself up to you fully. "Don't stop," she urged, her voice thick with need. A low moan spilled from her lips as you found her sweet spot, her hips grinding down against your hand. "Just like that," she praised, her head falling back in ecstasy. Her own hand continued its exploration of your body, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. She leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth, tangling with yours.

The kiss only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through your veins. You kissed her back fiercely, matching her intensity stroke for stroke. Your fingers kept their relentless pace, driving deeper, faster, chasing after that peak of bliss you'd tasted earlier. Your legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, if possible. She broke the kiss, panting heavily, her chest heaving against yours. "I'm close," she warned, her voice strained with pleasure. She rode your fingers harder, her inner walls fluttering around the invading digits. "Don't stop," she begged, her eyes locked onto yours, "Make me come." Determined to grant her request, you doubled your efforts, adding a second finger and increasing the speed. Your thumb found her clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. "Come for me, Shiera," you urged, your voice thick with arousal. "Let go." You sealed your words with another deep, passionate kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure as she neared her climax. The combined onslaught of your fingers and thumb pushed her over the edge. With a loud, guttural moan muffled against your lips, she came undone. Her body tensed, her walls clamping down on your fingers as waves of orgasmic bliss pulsed through her. She rode out her climax, riding your hand until the very last tremor faded away. Finally, she collapsed onto you, breathless and satisfied. Feeling her collapse onto you was like a balm to your soul. You held her tightly, your arms wrapping around her as she caught her breath. "That was incredible," you whispered, kissing her forehead softly. You could see the love shining in her eyes, and it made your heart swell with joy.

She lifted her head to look at you. "Are you sure you're a virgin?" she teased lightly, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. She lifted her head to look at you, her gaze sultry and teasing. "And it's just getting started," she promised, her voice a mere whisper. She shifted, positioning herself so that her entrance aligned with your throbbing core. "Time for you to take control," she said, a playful glint returning to her eyes. You felt a rush of excitement at her words, your body trembling with anticipation. Slowly, you guided her down, watching in awe as your bodies rubbed together unlike anything you had ever experienced before. "Oh, Shiera," you gasped, your hands gripping her hips tightly.

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Don't You See My Eyes Rollin' (Kinktober)

Word Count: 1.4k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

The moon cast a silvery glow over the darkened gardens of the Red Keep as Shiera Seastar moved gracefully through the shadows. Her long, slender figure was engulfed in an elegant gown of deep plum, the color of twilight. She paused by a moonlit pool, her dark eyes reflecting the night sky above. Suddenly, she sensed a presence, a figure emerging from the shadows. In a world filled with magic and intrigue, Lady Shiera Seastar was known for her intelligence, charm, and unparalleled beauty. But there was more to her than met the eye. One day, Shiera decided to indulge in a secret hobby she had recently discovered. She had always been an observant woman, and she had found a fascination in voyeurism. You, ensconced in a solitary room, found yourself alone. The privacy afforded you a sense of freedom, and you began to move with an air of languid sensuality. Your fingers grazed the smooth fabric of your clothes, tracing the lines of your body with a feather-light touch. Your eyes closed as if in a trance, and you let your hands explore the curves and planes of your own flesh, awakening sensations that danced across your skin. The silence of the room seemed to amplify each touch, each gentle caress, as if the air was thrumming with the electric hum of desire.

Shiera watched intently from the shadows, her breath catching in her throat at the sight before her. The way your fingers danced across your skin sent shivers down her spine. She could almost feel those same light touches on her own body, igniting a fire within her. The room may have been empty, but it suddenly felt charged with a palpable energy - the raw, primal power of self-discovery and unbridled desire. As your movements grew more fluid, more sensual, Shiera found herself leaning closer, straining to hear even the faintest whisper of their breathing, the soft rustle of clothing against skin. This private moment meant for your eyes only, had become a forbidden spectacle for one enthralled observer. And yet, Shiera couldn't tear herself away, drinking in every detail like a starving woman at a feast. Every gesture, every sigh, every movement you made was a silent command, one that drew Shiera further into the web of desire that hung thick in the air. The world outside her shadowy corner faded into meaninglessness as she became wholly fixated on your every breath, every shiver. The air between you two seemed to thrum with an almost tangible energy as if your movements had created a ripple effect through the very atmosphere itself. The secret thrill of viewing this intimate moment was like a drug to her, addictive and overwhelming. As you continued to explore your own body, oblivious to the unseen presence by the cracked open door, a strange sensation overcame you. There was an undeniable tingling in the air as if you were being watched. The intimate moment, fueled by your own desire, now held an extra layer of complexity – the unknown. You tried to push away any thoughts of being observed, but the feeling was persistent. You shuddered, whether in arousal or nervousness, you weren't sure. The thought of being watched, by someone whose gaze you couldn't even see, only served to heighten the intensity of the moment.

The subtle shift in your demeanor did not go unnoticed by Shiera. Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the thrill of the illicit. She felt a surge of adrenaline, mingled with a heady dose of lust. To witness such a private act, to be privy to another's most vulnerable moments was intoxicating. Shiera held her breath, her eyes wide and fixed upon the silhouette of you, her own excitement mirrored in the trembling of her hands that traveled down her body. She wondered what thoughts raced through your mind, what fantasies played out behind your closed eyelids. You, attuned to the invisible presence, could almost feel the intensity of her gaze upon your body. It was as if your skin, so intimately aware of your own touch, also registered the phantom caress of her eyes. Every flutter of your eyelashes, every soft gasp that escaped your lips, was echoed by the quickening of her breath in the shadows. Your body, in its own way, was responding to her voyeurism, a silent acknowledgment of her presence. Shiera's pulse raced, her blood singing with the thrill of the forbidden. Each movement, each sigh, each whispered moan from beyond the door reached her ears like a siren's call. She imagined herself stepping out of the shadows, her hands joining yours in an erotic dance. The temptation to reveal herself, to make her presence known, was overwhelming. Yet, something held her back - perhaps the fear of breaking this spell, of shattering the delicate balance between observer and observed. So she remained hidden, a ghostly specter haunting the edges of your pleasure, silently urging you on to new heights of ecstasy.

A part of you yearned to know who was watching, to put a face to the presence that had invaded your private sanctuary. At the same time, the anonymity added a layer of excitement, a dangerous allure that made your heart race. You found yourself putting on a show, each touch, each caress, designed to tease and tantalize the unseen audience. The knowledge that you were being watched heightened every sensation, turning your exploration of self-pleasure into a seductive performance. You could almost taste the sweetness of release, hovering just out of reach as your legs spread more open and moaned as you moved your fingers faster. Shiera's breath caught in her throat as she witnessed your deliberate seduction, each movement calculated to entice and arouse. The realization that you were performing for her, that your pleasure was a gift offered solely to her viewing pleasure, sent waves of heat coursing through her veins. She felt herself becoming intoxicated by the power she held over you, the control she exerted simply by observing. Her own arousal reached a fever pitch, her hands slipping beneath the folds of her gown to stroke the slick heat between her thighs. She bit her lip to stifle a cry, her hips rocking in time with your own frenzied pace. The tension coiled tighter and tighter within her, threatening to snap at any moment.

As the pressure built within you, your movements became more urgent, more desperate. The need for release was all-consuming, and the thought of reaching climax while under the watchful eye of your unseen admirer pushed you closer to the edge. You arched your back, pressing your breasts into the cool air, nipples hardening in response to both your own touch and the imagined gaze of the woman in the shadows. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the rhythmic slap of your hand against your soaking pussy. Shiera's vision blurred as she teetered on the brink of her own orgasm, the sound of your labored breathing and the lewd slaps of flesh against flesh driving her wild with desire. She could hardly bear to wait any longer, her climax building to a crescendo that threatened to consume her entirely. With a choked sob, she finally succumbed, her body convulsing in the throes of intense pleasure. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her gasping and trembling in the aftermath. As she slowly regained her composure, a wicked grin spread across her face. The game was far from over, and she looked forward to seeing what other delights awaited her in this secret dance of desire. As you approached your peak, the presence of your watcher faded into a distant echo. All that mattered was the mounting pleasure within you, the relentless pursuit of release. Then, without warning, you came undone. Your entire body tensed, a guttural moan escaping your lips as your pussy spasmed around your fingers. Your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves, leaving you drenched in sweat and utterly spent. You collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, your senses still reeling from the intensity of your climax.

Shiera emerged from the haze of her own climax, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She had witnessed true beauty in the raw display of your passion, and the memory would linger long after she retreated back into the shadows. For now, though, she allowed herself a moment of quiet indulgence, running her fingers through her disheveled hair and straightening her rumpled dress. As she stepped back into the dim light of the hallway, she caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes gleaming with a newfound boldness. She looked different, transformed by the experience. With a flick of her wrist, she smoothed her hair back into place and descended the stairs, ready to reclaim her role in the world beyond this secret interlude.

[alannybunnue]

i have returned and i have one thing that's been on my mind for like 3 days now. shierra seastar and papa drowned god being besties. it is an incredibly unlikely friendship but they're the two people reader spends the most time around (rhreyr's busy up the surface most of the time) and they just kinda bond over her. shierra goes to papa for stories of reader as a baby and shierra's pretty cool. chaos gremlin she is, he's accepted the fact that she's her daughter-in-law. most of their bonding time is gossiping over reader.

Yes 💞

The Drowned God tried to get rid of Shiera though- He doesn't trust humans ever since Elenei and now his little princess brought one to their home?

Yeah, it takes a while. The God even makes Shiera serve our Demigoddess, until the events of Tales of Dunk and Egg where fucking Aerion tried to capture our girl during his exile in Essos and Shierra kicked him in the nuts (- Or something like that)

Now they became besties, and the Demigoddess' wedding with Rhyeyr was also her's with Shiera...Now technically Shiera and Rhyeyr are rivals

[alannybunnue]

I swear this is the last one

* Shiara making the most elaborate and complex plan that would make Littlefinger and Varys machinations looks like child play to seduce Reader*

Reader after meeting Shiara less than a week:" I think we're at the point in our relationship where it's time for me to introduce you to my family"

Everyone (including Lady Seastar): 👁️👄👁️

Readers mind: Yeah, I will introduce her to my father, we will wear matching sea star clothes,[insert here all these cheesy things that lovebirds do] and fck her a lot and make her my muse and my priestess and...

Everyone: Trying to abduct reader to their strongholds

Reader with Shiara: uno reverse card motherfuckers,ITS ME WHO'S GOING TO ABDUCT MY LOVER NOW

I am honestly thinking about making Shiera Seastar live by the power of the Drowned god and in exchange she becomes his daughter's companion.

Resulting in this becoming a polyamorous relationship between the Demigoddess, Shiera and Rhyeyr in the future.

What do you guys think? Especially @vyndiesel and @vidame

[alannybunnue]

Ok hear me out

Demigod reader in the Blackfyre rebellion

Brynden Rivers proposes to her saying that he is connected to the old gods and she to the Drowned God, so they are perfect for each other.

Bitterstell it's there, right, but I don't know what to add because Martin has such a shameless favoritism for the Blackwoods,but yeah he fights for Reader.

Reader tired of men, and tired of the rivalry of the two houses decides to take Shiera Seastar as lover.Yeah, she's a redflag, but she's pretty.

The entire kingdom has a meltdown when they find out about the relationship (after laughing how the two women Bloodraven and Bitterstell fought for are making out) Because obviously Seastar is a redflag who will probably use the Reader's demigod status for her sorceries, but Reader is like haha she is pretty and i I've dealt with worse.

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IT'S TOO MUCH DICK TO DEAL WITH OK?!

And honestly, i feel like the reader is most likely using Shiera as well to get rid of the boys.

Like, if she gets tired of her, she can throw her into the sea and Papa will turn her into a actual Seastar :3

But i don't know, like, i kinda thought of Brynden reason to be cute and i pity him a bit... (Also, Martin's obvious favoritism is a big problem considering the little information we got on some characters 💀)

But now my question to you Anon, how the fuck did Aegon's bastards got acess to the Demigoddess?

[alannybunnue]

Where does Shiera Seastar fit in the Bloodraven vs. Bittersteel pissing contest over lady Bracken? Is she just around or do she and the reader bond over the two men being annoying idiots?

Well, it wasn't really confirmed what happened to her after the Blackfyre rebellions and all (As far as i know)

So think here with me, her former lovers are fighting to death again but not because of her but yes for another.

I believe she would be intrigued by that and maybe would go after the reader to see the chaos. Just to discover that the is actually Bittersteel's little cousin and is dead tired of the boys bullshit.

[alannybunnue]

Ok, We Made History: Westeros x Demigod!Reader

Yes, i am already making the masterlist, since i already can see that this is gonna be a long one with many different eras of the story.

So let's anticipate the chaos

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The reader, Daughter of the Drowned God

The Eras and their Myths

Her pet

Her titles

The Iron Throne Curse

How the Faith views this situation and The Pretenders (The Pretenders Part 2)

Meera The Pretender (her ending fate)

Her Favorites

Elenei, her oldest sister

Her people and the origins of her trust

Aegon's Conquest:

The Beginning

Her first encounter with the Dragons

Harren Hoare and Argilac Durrandon

The Storm God true motives and the beginning of a war

She is taken by the Sky

Dance of the Dragons

She was tricked

Who stole her?

Daemon and the necklace

Blackfyre Rebellion

Aegon IV causes a war for the Demigoddess

The great bastards fighting for the reader

She runs away with Shiera Seastar

Robert's Rebellion

Rhaegar using Lyanna to supress his feelings for the Demigoddess

Rhaegar tries to run with the Demigoddess

Her betrothed shall take her away

She saved Elia Martell

Game of thrones

Reader leaves the Iron Islands to live in Winterfell with Theon. (First concept of it)

The Demigoddess adopted Theon

Unspecific Eras:

Maegor fucked up real bad and now Westeros is paying for it

Aerea Targaryen used as a message from the Drowned god

Baelor the Blessed and the Demigoddess

Shiera and the Drowned God became besties

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A/N: That's mostly it, i hope i didn't forgot any major Era, if i did, hit me with a rock, will ya?

[blakeswritingimagines]

Heyy,

I Hope all is well, could I get a NSFW alphabet for Aegon the conqueror from Asioiaf or

Shiera Seastar x fem!reader NSFW alphabet/Fluff alphabet like a female reader which Shiera is enamoured and willing to be monogamous with? (There’s no Shiera content and I’m losing hearing in my left nostrils 🥲 (kidding)

Anyways , love your blog, kisses

Here you go! Hope you enjoy