#shiera seastar x reader

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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.

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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

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ arianne martell. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ young griff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aegon the conqueror targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rhaenys targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ visenya targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maegor targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rhaena targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aemon targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ baelon targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aegon the younger targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ viserys ii targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aemon the dragonknight. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ daemon blackfyre. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shiera seastar. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ daemon blackfyre. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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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.

[sepherinaspoppies]

Be Strong My Heart

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⟢summary: After she gives birth, she has a fun night with her husband. Until it is ruined by reminders of her past and possible future.

⟢pairing: Original Female Character x Original Male Character x Dark! Book Aemond Targaryen.

⟢warnings: mentions of Aemond only, mentions of past trauma (inflicted by Aemond), OC is latina, OC name reveal!, make out sesh, aphrodisiacs made by a witch, palm reading, Oral F receiving, P in V sex, and plot twist at the end.

⟢wc: 4,103

⟢gif credit: @thiskryptonite

⟢notes:This is a drabble to my main story Only If For A Night. So future spoilers!!!! I've decided to skip the birthing part of this story for later lol. World building details are heavy in this drabble 👀

Two months after she’d given birth, her abuela, Selena, suggested for her and Armando to take a little break from their little one. 

While normally any parent would be overjoyed at the given opportunity of having a night out, she felt the opposite. 

The twenty-five year old had a strong instinct to keep her baby at least in line of sight and in arms’ reach at all times. Even going as far as using the bathroom and cooking with him all while attached to her hip or on a sling. 

Selena disapproved of this, saying the baby will grow to be unusually clingy to her at all times as he gets older and that now was as good a time as any to get a little separation. 

Even if it was for one night. 

As a result, Armando surprised her by gifting her a flowy and bright red dress that ended right below her knees. The color accentuated not only her tanned skin but every inch of her curves. 

And there were many new curves, now that she became a first time mother. 

Selena helped curl her hair as well as adding a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick as the color of her dress. While Armando made the bold choice of cutting his lengthy curls that she came to adore so much.

The Mexican heat was no joke, though. She too, wanted to cut her hair to at least shoulder length but she quite enjoyed braiding her hair in all sorts of different styles to do so. 

After the couple finished getting ready, they both said their short goodbyes to their son and it took everything in her to not cry and stay home. 

“He’ll be alright, cariño.” Armando reassured as he drew small soothing circles at the back of her hand. “Selena knows what she’s doing and she even said that if anything happens, she’ll give us a call.”

She knows this. Selena made her aware, before they left, that she managed to raise four children, with Vidalio to occasionally help whenever he wasn’t working. 

“I know, it’s just…” she stopped walking to sit on a nearby bench with Armando trailing behind her. 

Armando’s brown eyes deeply looked up to her with concern. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?” He whispered with a hint of anger lacing his tone. 

Armando Flores never considered himself a man of anger or violence, but when it came to Aemond Targaryen, he did not mind going to jail for brutally killing his white ass after the trauma he caused his wife. 

Whenever the twenty-five year old wasn’t working or helping taking care of their son, he practiced his fighting skills outside in his makeshift gym, using a sword his wife called Blackfyre. The sword felt appropriate in his hand, and Armando came to love the intricate metal work.

Apparently it was made from a special type of magical steel that originated in Old Valyria.

Wherever the hell that was. 

In his anger, he pictured using Blackfyre against Aemond Targaryen. 

“It’s highly unlikely that he’ll come here; Alys said so.” Armando consoled. “It’s been almost a year, and if he hasn’t come it’s because Alys did something right.” 

A part of her wanted to tell Armando that he was a fool to place his trust on Alys. 

The Witch Queen had been a good help during the last few weeks of her pregnancy. Although she accepted her help, she couldn’t help but to feel wary of her. Rightfully so. 

But her distrust with Alys spiked higher when the green eyed woman cradled her son, minutes after he was born, and whispered: “my baby.” 

Since then, she felt as if Alys was hiding something. So she kept the medieval witch in arms length. 

“Or he’s waiting for the perfect moment to come,” she added rather quietly. She felt paranoid and scared that something or someone was lingering nearby just waiting to take her and her son to the world she escaped from and back to the arms of the man she loathed. 

Armando lifted her chin with his hands, gazing upon the panicked look in her eyes. “Listen to me and know this. I will never let that pinche puto come and take my family. Not now and not ever. I will fight for us until my last dying breath. You are safe with me. Do you understand?” 

She never witnessed this impassioned side of Armando before and she could perceive that he meant every word besottedly. 

She nodded as her eyes trailed to his lips then to his deep dark brown eyes. It was unclear who kissed who first, it did not matter. She kissed her true husband back with equal passion. 

Somewhere between steamy kisses, loud cheers followed by lewd whistling were heard from in front of them causing the couple to blush from the apples of their cheeks to the tips of their ears. 

“¡Consíganse un cuarto!” 

She pulled away and hid her face in Armando’s chest as he laughed in return. “That sounds like a good idea. Right, cariño?” Armando teased, tickling her sides. 

She hummed following his playful manner, “perhaps we will tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve had a ride.” 

It took approximately thirty minutes of convincing Armando to not go back to their home after that comment. 

Her husband made it clear that he would get her back for that. Honestly she couldn’t wait. 

Instead, she redirected his attention towards the busy streets of the Oaxacan City. Almost every street was filled with tourists, waiting to get a glimpse of the soon to be Dia De Los Muertos parade. 

Armando commented that some of the locals weren’t particularly fond of them, saying that some –if not all– raised the prices on goods and treated the natives rudely. 

“They’re in our land enjoying the food, festivities, and our hospitality and yet they have our people deported. It doesn’t sound right, does it?” 

No it did not. 

Armando then led her away from the town square, into a part of the city where there were no tourists in sight. 

Laughter and loud music filled her ears from every establishment. So much so that her body began to sway into the rhythm of every music.

But one song in particular caught her attention. She recognized the song as one of her favorites from childhood. 

It was Myriam Hernández’s El Hombre Que Yo Amo. 

“Do you like this song?” Armando asked once he noticed his love stopped walking all together. 

She flashed him a sad smile. “Yea. It was mi abuelo’s favorite song. He’d always put it on just for mi abuela to sing it to him.” Selena always sang beautifully better than any artist she ever heard. And because of this Vidalio, seized every opportunity to play any song just to hear her sing. 

“I bet you miss him. I know I do.”

“Yes, I do.”

For the next several minutes, they greeted a few of Armando’s work friends and their wives, as they too longed to get away from tourists. Naturally, they invited her and Armando to a dance hall well known for playing good music in all of the city. 

However, she wasn’t one bit bothered by the warnings of her husband’s friends when they told her that the hall happened to be constantly crowded by many people. 

So she followed their small group into a small white building that she could see was filled to the brim with multiple people. Martin, whom Armando whispered was his boss’ son, got the six of them inside free of charge and without the expense of waiting in line that wrapped two streets over. 

Armando attempted to at least offer Martin money for the tickets but the raven haired man declined. Yet, Armando went as far to pay for drinks but Martin disclosed that they sold nothing but cheap beer.

He instead told them to enjoy the night as his wife, Ariana, dragged him towards the front of the dance floor. 

“So what do you feel like dancing to, cariño?” Armado asked, close to her ear. “At this point anything.” She said as she playfully kissed the tip of his nose. 

There were three floors to the club. From cumbias, norteñas, bachatas, and salsas they danced it all in a span of three very short hours. She almost didn’t want to leave if not for the heel breaking apart in the middle of the dance floor.

The pair laughed it off, taking it as a sign to go home back to their little one. They said their goodbyes to Armando’s work friends before they left and took up on their offer to come back around the same time next week. 

With her heel broken, Armando hoisted her up bridal style, unbothered by her sheer weight and carried her all throughout an isolated beach. 

The fresh breeze made for a perfect cooling. Their dancing had left them feeling warmer than ever. 

More than anything she craved a cool bath. 

The beach right beside them was tempting. 

“Oh look, there's a bar right over there. Wanna get a drink?” 

She gestured to her broken heel as a reply, which made Armado chuckle. “I’ll still carry you in, unless they have a shoe policy.” 

She giggled as they made their way inside the bar. Right away, she was hit by a cloud of smoke. Though, not of cigarettes but incense. 

The interior of the bar was the same as the exterior; with bright red walls. At the very top shelf of drinks, was a painted sign of the establishment’s name. 

El Bar del Dragon. 

The Dragon’s Bar. 

“Bienvenidos!” 

A tall figure greets as it steps out of a beaded curtain behind the bar. 

A woman. 

She stood wearing a long metallic lilac dress with endless amounts of silver jewelry on her wrists and fingers. But the one piece of jewelry that caught her eye the most was the heavy silver necklace decorating her around neck opulently with star like sapphires and emeralds. 

Once, she considered Alys to be the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. However, the woman standing just a few feet away was in fact more beautiful. 

Goddess like. 

The woman wore a headscarf, covering her hair but a single loose blonde curl hung down from the sides. A beaded veil concealed the lower half of her face, with only her mismatched eyes exposed to her viewing. 

She heard Armando suck in a breath beside her. He too was frozen by the woman’s appearance. 

“¿En qué les puedo ayudar?” The woman asked as she placed two coasters on the bar table. “El especial de hoy es un cóctel para los enamorados. Hecho con granadas y especias picantes.” 

Armando glanced between the woman and his wife, before he sat her on a bar stool beside him. 

“T-that sounds good to me,” Armando stuttured, avoiding the woman’s stare. “Y tu, cariño?” 

“I’ll have the same.” 

Once the woman occupied herself by preparing the drinks, she peered over at Armando. Her poor husband looked like she’d seen a ghost. 

“Are you okay?” She questioned, placing her hand on his bouncing thigh causing him to jolt up with wide eyes. “You were staring pretty hard…at her.” 

There was an odd feeling in her chest. It was deep and twisting with rage and anxiety. And it took her a while to realize that the feeling was jealousy. 

Armando shook his head rapidly. “Oh, no. It’s not that, cariño.” She gave him a look which made him glance back at the woman momentarily before he lowered himself to her height.  

“I don’t know what it is but she looks like you.” Armando whispers. 

“What?!” She says a little too loudly. 

“—A lover’s cocktail for you both.” The woman announced as she placed their two red drinks on the table. 

Just when she was going to briefly thank the woman, she suddenly grabbed ahold of her hand to admire the wedding ring that Armando had placed on her finger. 

“This is such a beautiful ring. Where I come from, pearls are said to be a dragon’s tear. A very powerful little gem.” 

The veiled woman couldn’t proceed with her praises towards the comely ring as her eyes landed on another certain ring. 

“Oh, but this one! This is the most exquisite one. A sapphire such as this one is a very rare find. Your husband must love you greatly.” 

Armando had not given her that ring. 

In fact it was Aemond who did almost a year ago. 

Discarding the ring was a plausible option. If not for the fact that the wedding ring was actually Selena’s own wedding ring when she married Vidalio. 

It was a great mystery how her grandmother’s wedding ring inexplicably disappeared just days before she was transported to Westeros and then suddenly reappeared the night that Aemond forcefully married her. 

Because of this, she could not be rid of it. 

She told herself multiple times that the ring served as a reminder of both of her grandparents whom she loved rather than that delusional puto that traumatized her horribly.  

“You have such interesting hands. Might I have a look?” The woman inquired a little too enthusiastically. 

She narrowed her eyes on her. A sense of uncertainty and curiousness clouds her mind. 

“You mean to read my palm?” 

The woman simply nods. “Yes. However, I could always be wrong about these things.” 

Alys offered once to do this to her, but she declined as her distrust for the witch grew each day. 

Though, this woman was a stranger who knew absolutely nothing about her. If anyone was going to read her fate, it would be her rather than Alys who could alter it without her consent as she had done so in the past. 

“Alright.” 

The woman brought her hand closer to the light and began to examine her palm extensively, caressing the planes and lines around her palm. 

Every so often she’d hum and glanced at her confusingly, and she thought perhaps she found something about the one person she didn’t want to know of. 

“Well, I am indeed right about your hands being interesting. There are strange patterns I’ve only seen once in a young woman many years ago. Yours are more… challenging to make out.” She clicks her tongue before she analyzes around her thumb area. “For starters, you are strong minded and born with a warrior’s heart within. Which comes in hand for the challenges you are about to face. And because of these difficult trials you’ve been bestowed gifts from your lineage.” 

She, then, proceeds to chuckle and raise her brow at her. “There’s a great elevation surrounding your mount venus which means there’s a substantial amount of passion in your bed.”

She couldn’t help but to feel herself blush at the woman’s confession. 

“Your life line’s disrupted or torn and there’s bits and pieces in the past, present, and future all intertwined.” The woman pauses as she glances between her and Armando, who sat eerily quiet or intrigued. 

“The marriage line is split between two marriages. But they don’t appear to be…broken.”

The skepticism and curiousness within her morphs into fear, like every single strand of hair in her arms stands. 

She means to pull her hand away, but she can detect that the woman senses what she’s feeling and twists her hand to the side for another look. 

“On a positive note, you will birth many children—”

“—That’s enough.” She speaks before she had the chance to continue. 

The room somehow feels a little harder to breathe and she takes her hand away, offering the woman a glare. She swears she sees a faint–knowing smirk through the beaded veil. 

She never took to notice the color of her eyes. One dark blue and one bright green. She had the faintest memory of seeing them before. 

“Armando, vamonos.” 

Her husband stands and offers the woman a couple of pesos from his pocket before he follows his wife outside without so much as bidding a farewell to the woman. 

They walked along the coast in complete silence the rest of the way home. 

She tried to set aside what the woman had concealed at the back of her mind as if what she said didn’t mean anything to her. 

Knowing how she is, every detail that the woman said would keep her up at night. Another endless cycle of attempting to tell herself that Aemond and his wrath would not come for her and her husband and son. 

Just before Armando reached the handle of their back door, she stopped him. 

“I don’t want to go back in yet,” she said. “I have something I want to say something before our night ends.” 

Armando nodded as he followed her back into the beach. 

“I know things could always change, but when he comes—”

“—He won’t.”

She nodded, understandingly. “If he does. I won’t let him tear us apart. I will fight for us too.” 

Her eyes searches for his and even through the moonlight, she finds his own full of warmth and adoration. 

She is nearly chest to chest with him, and she brings both of her arms up to press herself against him. She feels his heart speeding faster as she stands on her tippy toes and closes the very little gap between them into a hungry kiss.

Armando’s hands rest on her hips as he parts his mouth open to dance his tongue with hers. She faintly the taste of pomegranates and a spice that sparks a fire from within. 

She gasps for air as she breaks their kiss and takes a glance at the beach in front of them. An idea forms into her mind, making no attempt to dissuade herself. 

“What are you doing?” Armando breathes, watching his wife unbutton the rest of his shirt. 

“I want you,” she answers, tracing his tanned muscles, relinquishing the soft sighs that leaves his lips. 

Armando’s fists the skirt of her dress, eyes momentarily landing on the full rounded shape of her breasts. 

“You’ve been ogling them all night,” she points out, reaching behind her to loosen the ribbon that held the dress together. Then all at once she lets the dress pool down at her feet, Armando’s eyes widened at the lovely bare sight of her flesh. 

“Is this why you picked this dress?” She hums as she brings his palms to rest and squeeze each breast. 

“P-partially.” He admits, adorning each breast with kisses and bites before he kneels right in front of her figure and slides of her underwear off along the pile of clothes. “But also because you look breathtaking in red.” 

She but all mewls as Armando kisses her center, dragging his tongue until it begins to unabashedly lick her wetness, causing her hips to jerk more to his face. 

She find it impossible to stand as sweet pleasure consumes her lower belly. Her husband realizes this in between licks and places one of her hands on his curls and the other on his shoulder for support. 

He moans at her pleasant taste that he’d been deprived of for so long. She was so wet and sweet for that he finds it hard to ever want to stop. 

“I’m so close,” she pants as she presses Armando’s head closer to her cunt. There’s a part of her that misses the feeling of his beard and mustache between her legs. Making a mental small note to herself to never let him shave again. 

What comes next makes her mouth drop open, almost falling to edge of euphoria as Armando inserts a finger inside of her then another, pumping and curling it upwards to that spot that is throbbing full of need. 

She tries to say his name, to warn him that she’s about to release but all Armando does is lick, suckle her bud and pumps his fingers faster. 

She knows Armando senses it by the way her legs shake and are unable to keep herself up, with loud whines and pants filling his ears. 

Armando’s lascivious eyes were on her the entire as she fell apart all for him and he drank her honeyed release like a man starved. 

Once he knew his wife was cleaned enough by his soft licks, he pressed a kiss at the dark curls atop of her mound and rested his face there, breathing in her scent he loved so much. 

She takes in a moment to breathe through the waves of pleasure while her legs ached and begged for relaxation. So with trembling legs, she sits on top of her dress careful not to sit on sand. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Armando compliments beside her. She blushes and spots the evidence of her release on his lips and she can’t help but to capture his lips into a kiss, tasting herself on him. 

Midway into the kiss, Armando pulls her into his lap where she already feels his clothed hardness on her center. 

The fire in her gut, once again, implores to burn once more and surely she listens to that feeling as her fingers work the button and zipper of his jeans and pulls them down past his knees until Armando kicks them off himself just as eagerly as she. 

She stares at his length pulsating with need. There is beads of his own arousal on the head of cock and she licks her lips wanting to also have a taste of him. 

“As much as I want to be in your mouth, I really need to be inside of you, cariño.” 

She swallowed and nodded as Armando spread her dress on the sand for him to properly lay on. 

“We have to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

She knows this. It’d been almost three months since they were intimate in any way. A week ago, she’d been cleared to safely enjoy her husband again but slowly and careful enough to not rip the stitches that had been sewed after birth. 

Armando grunted as she grabbed the base of him between her folds, gathering her slick for some aid. 

The tip of his cock prodded against her entrance until she slowly sank herself down on him. She breathed in through the sharp sting shooting through her while Armando messaged her breasts and whispered praises. 

She began to grind against him at a slow pace all whilst feeling Armando’s cock throb inside of her. 

After a while, every grind began to alleviate the pain into hot blinding pleasure. And her legs shifted so that she could bounce on his length in an angle she came to love. 

Armando spewed out some curses at tightness of her walls engulfing him. After many months, he didn’t think he could last and he prayed for it to not be over so soon. 

“Eres mi único esposo,” she claims as she starts to chase the knot that was close to being lose again. 

Armando blinks as he thrusts his hips up at the same rhythm. “Yes!” 

She watches through her own half lidded eyes as tears began to form on her husband’s eyes. “Nadie más. Eres mío. Solo mío.” 

A series of moans escape Armando as he reaches between where they were joined as one and circles her bud, causing her to whine and grind faster and faster. 

“Soy todo tuyo, Vidalia!” 

At mention of her name, her jaw goes slack as she spasms around him. Armando kept up his thrusts upwards as he too came with a loud cry. 

With him still inside her, she rested her body on top of his, awarding his chest with open mouthed kisses. 

“Gods, I hope no one saw us.” She giggled. 

“My father gave me this land, which includes the beach. So technically if anyone trespasses it’s on them.” Armando informs as he traces small figures at her back. 

“Well that explains why I’ve never seen anyone on this side of the beach before.” 

Armando hums, “Right before my father died, he said he bought this land just for the beach itself. He believed that the water held some magical power and spent most of his life researching it before he gave up.” 

“How did he come to believe that?” She asked. 

“He said, he sailed on this very beach and he landed in a desert not of Mexico. But the people there resembled people like us.” 

She watched as his face morphed into sadness.

“He met my mother there.” Armando confessed.

note 2: I watched the new Captain America movie (a month ago rip) and because the new Falcon (aka Joaquin Torres, aka Danny Ramirez), the face claim for Armando was on it, I got inspired to write more about him.

Any guesses to who these mysterious characters might be 👀👀👀

For those waiting for chapter 4 of Only If For A Night, I might release it mid April as I'm writing an Aemond x Aegon threesome fic lol.

translations (in order):

-cariño: darling

-pinche puto: fucking bitch

-Consíganse un cuarto: get a room!

-Dia De Los Muertos: day of the dead

-mi abuelo's: my grandfather’s

-mi abuela's: my grandmother’s

-Bienvenidos:  welcome

-En qué les puedo ayudar: What can I help you with?

-El especial de hoy es un cóctel para los enamorados. Hecho con granadas y especias picantes: Today's special is a lover’s cocktail. Made from pomegranates and spicy spices.

-vamonos: lets go

-Eres mi único esposo: you are my only husband 

-Nadie más. Eres mío. Solo mío: no one else. You are mine. Only mine

-Soy todo tuyo: just yours

[thekinslayed]

This Heaven Gives Me Migraine

summary | The revelation of your betrothed's involvement with your half-sister sends you straight into Criston's arms. Harwin is shown what he has been missing out on.

pairing | criston cole x legitimized bastard!reader x harwin strong

tags | 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, oral sex (f), oral sex (m), cuckolding, threesome, Harwin's monster cock, daddy issues if u squint, reader is loosely based on shiera seastar

wordcount | 4.6k

note | lmao this gif is the only one i've found of them in the same frame 😭 don't ask how old anyone is, idk either <3

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

song rec | Natural's Not In It - Gang of Four

(dividers by @zaldritzosrose)

When Lyonel Strong offered his son Harwin to the Princess Rhaenyra, King Viserys merely laughed in his face, stating his son was not good enough for his heir. He was, however, good enough for you, the king’s legitimised bastard. The King sired you with a Lyseni woman, whom he was introduced to by his brother Daemon and his then-lover Mysaria. That night was merely a lapse in his judgement, he had let his cock hold authority over his head. The King was determined to erase any evidence of his wrongdoings by having you sent to the Sept, but then, your mother had died, and the young queen Aemma could not find it in her heart to send a babe like you away. You were taken in a year before Rhaenyra was conceived, having served as the Queen’s temporary comfort when she struggled to produce an heir. It was the will of the good queen to have you legitimised, though despite being formally named a Targaryen, you felt like an outsider in your own family. 

You had all your father’s Valyrian features, but only half the love he bore for your half-sister Rhaenyra. In some ways, you understood. You were the walking reminder of Viserys’ mistakes, and the King was adept at pretending you were invisible. The thought did little to quell the hurt in your chest as you longed for an ounce of attention Viserys bestowed on Rhaenyra.

However, you made this work in your favor. With the order of succession having skipped you, all the attention was on your younger sister. This allowed you more freedom, you took on numerous lovers, dabbled in creating potions and elixirs, and flew across the realm on your dragon as much as you wished. You grew more distant from Rhaenyra as you enjoyed the joys that came with your autonomy, while she held the pressure of being the King’s heir.

Despite the pleasures you had freely taken for yourself, you were still a princess with duties to uphold. And so, your hand was offered to Ser Harwin, as a gesture of good faith with the Strongs.

You liked Harwin. Good, honourable Harwin. He was courteous, a man of good breeding. He would clutch your hand at his elbow when you walked through the gardens, listening to every single detail you shared. His sweet words often rendered you blushing like a maiden, tugging on your heartstrings in a way no man ever had. You would often find him awaiting you in the Dragonpit when you returned from your flights, a kiss planted upon the back of your hand when you approached him. With some convincing, you would succeed in persuading Harwin back to your chambers some nights, where you sat upon his lap, grinding on his thigh while he claimed your lips. Nothing more, of course. 

“We cannot, princess. Not yet,” he would whisper, stopping you from taking things any further, much to your frustration. You were dying of curiosity to learn what he was like in bed. Surely, the name Breakbones didn’t only apply to his physical prowess on the battlefield. On the nights he would be away with the City Watch, a fresh vase of flowers would always be sent from him, awaiting you on your nightstand. 

And when Harwin was away, you would find yourself in Criston’s arms.

Your trysts with the Kingsguard started not long after Rhaenyra sent him away from her midst with a broken heart. He was but a dog with his tail stuck in between his legs when you had set your eyes on him. At first, you were apprehensive about taking what you thought were your half-sister’s scraps, but it did not take long for you to realize you had struck gold. Criston fucked, hard. He would take you with an air of desperation in his thrusts, as though you would disappear once he failed to satisfy you. The knight was eager to please, taking you any way you liked, however many times you wanted to. The maester was surely suspicious about how frequently you requested for moon tea on the mornings following your nights with Criston, but you made sure to remind him of your knowledge of the whores he would sneak into the Keep for his own debauchery, something your father would surely not appreciate. 

You should be thankful for Rhaenyra, really. If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t be lost in the dizzying haze of your nights with Criston, free to claim him as you wish, while she carried her and Laenor’s first. Hells, even Alicent didn’t mind you whisking away her sworn shield the second he was relieved of his duties. While no plans about your marriage to Harwin were set yet, you enjoyed your last bits of freedom with your lover, while imagining the moment you would finally be claimed by the Strong knight in your marriage bed.

Your brows furrowed as you stared at the babe that lay in the cot. Beside you, your father cooed, tickling the boy’s nose with his fingertip. Pale skin, brown hair. How in the Seven Hells did this happen? Your eyes met that of Alicent’s, who held the same glint of confusion in her big, round eyes. 

You flashed Rhaenyra and Laenor a fake smile as the King showered them with praises for producing an heir. Words of good wishes fell from your lips, to which the couple responded with their gratitude. The babe stirred from the voices surrounding him, opening his eyes to reveal a vivid blue. 

No.

It couldn’t be.

You’ve heard of the whispers circulating in court about your sister and your betrothed, though you had paid them no mind. The lords and ladies often had little to do to entertain their boring lives which often resulted in forming insipid rumours about the royal family. Once, they had speculated you bathed in blood to preserve your beauty, which you only scoffed at in response. You had only turned five and twenty! 

But this… this was hard to deny.

You left your half-sister’s chambers with the Queen, speaking in hushed whispers as you both walked through the halls while Ser Criston trailed behind you. “I cannot believe this! Do you think…” Alicent trailed, careful with her words as she looked at your troubled expression. 

“My sister, s-she… She would never bring such shame upon my name. Wouldn’t she?” You asked, turning to both Alicent and Criston. Your shoulders sagged when they said nothing but only exchanged doubtful looks. A pit formed in your stomach at the realization.

“It is too soon to say, dear girl. Do not fret, the truth will reveal itself soon, yes?” Alicent reassured you, rubbing your shoulders comfortingly. 

The truth did, in fact, reveal itself during the feast celebrating the birth of Rhaenyra’s heir. Jacaerys Velaryon, future King of the Seven Kingdoms. You were sat beside young Aegon, who looked unamused by the whole affair. You felt him tug at your sleeve, making you lean down. “Why does he have brown hair?” He asked.

“I am not quite sure, my sweet, but don’t you think he has his father’s eyes?” You said, smiling at him sweetly. When he merely shrugged his shoulders, you caressed his silver head of hair, before directing your gaze to the crowd, unconvinced by your own words.

While the lords and ladies cheered for the introduction of the babe to the court, you watched your betrothed. His eyes lit up with joy, shimmering blues under the light of the Great Hall, though they were not looking at you. His gaze was directed at your sister who sat beside your father. 

Your chest panged with hurt, your jaw ticked in anger at this shameless display. You turned your head to meet Rhaenyra’s gaze, which met yours for a second, before looking away to avoid your sharp stare. A scoff left your lips, rising from your seat to leave the Great Hall. The sound of your shoes shuffling against stone echoed through the empty halls as you returned to your chambers, slamming the door behind you. 

A cup of wine was poured in haste, and your shaky hands brought it to your lips, chugging its contents down. You slammed the cup back down onto the table, before pouring yourself another. Some herbs were crushed and added to the cup of red, with the hopes of soothing your aggravated state. Behind you, you heard the sound of your door opening, followed by quiet footsteps and the clinking of metal.

“Princess,” You heard him say. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, not facing the man who stood by your door. “I came to make sure you were alright,” he responded softly. Your head dropped as you sighed, your ringed fingers clutched the end of the serving table, weight leaning on the wood.

“How could they do this to me? My own sister, my future husband?” you trembled with anger. A gloved hand clutched your elbow, prompting you to turn around to meet the Dornishman’s gaze.

Criston looked at you with worry while you shook your head, an incredulous laugh leaving your lips. “Gods, what a fool I am.” 

“Don’t say that,” he interjected, frowning at your words.

“But I am,”you asserted, stepping away from him to walk towards the chaise with the cup of wine in your grip. “Fucking Harwin. I let him convince me what an honourable man he is, what a fine husband he would make,” you grumbled before you took a big swig from your cup. Criston silently listened, standing with his hands clutched together at his back. “I could care less if he took another to bed, the gods know I am not innocent of that either,” you pointed out, to which your lover gave you a look.

“But my own sister,” you fumed, tone heavy with incredulity. “What will the court say of this? Of me?”

A silence passed through the room, the only sound being the crackling of the hearth. After a moment, Criston took a step towards you, tugging off his gloves.

“Do you love him?” he asked, making you turn towards him. You pondered on his words. Though you bore good feelings for the Gold Cloak, it was too soon to call it love, and after this debacle, you could hardly consider him worthy of your affection. 

“No,” you answered with conviction, your gaze upon Criston unwavering. “Not with the utter humiliation the birth of this bastard shall bring me.”

The hard metal of his armor is cool against the skin of your back as your knight pressed his front against your clothed behind. He dipped his head to kiss the exposed skin of your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the base of your neck. The stubble on his face tickled, his familiar scent wafting into your senses as you leaned your head against his.

“He is not worthy of you, none of them are,” Criston rasped. His hands slithered to embrace your waist, a sigh leaving your lips when you finally relaxed into his arms. “Harwin is an imbecile, blind to his fortune of having the most beautiful woman in the realm promised to him.”

A breathless chuckle left your lips at his words. You turned in his arms to face the knight, cupping his stubbled jaw to stare into his eyes. 

“You are so good to me,” you tell him, nudging your nose against his. Criston’s heart thumped against his chest, and for a moment he worried you would hear it knock against the metal of his chestplate. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours.

Oh, the things he would do to make you all his.

Criston hated sharing, especially with that dolt Strong. If he could, he would take you away from all of this madness, and fulfill the promise of a life of freedom and love. But he cannot let himself hope, not again.

“I would do anything for you, my princess,” Criston whispered lowly, a kiss planted to the skin of your wrist to seal his vow. 

“Anything?”

“Yes, yes. Anything, ask and it shall be done,” he affirmed, looking at you with sincerity in his eyes. Your heart warmed at his words, his unwavering loyalty to you something you feel completely undeserving of. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t spent many nights imagining what life would be like with Criston as your husband. Rhaenyra had told you of his promise of taking her away to Essos, for a simple life forged with love. Your sister thought the prospect entirely ridiculous. But you, you could do it. There was little keeping you here, no father who gave you love, no duty to tie you down, no throne to bleed you dry. But you cannot, not yet at least. The moment shall present itself in the future, this you knew in your heart. And when it does, you shall ask Criston to go with you and you shall never look back. For now, you settled with planting a kiss on his lips. 

“I do not ask for much, just you,” you said against his lips. He cupped your chin to pull you back against his lips, deepening the kiss as his tongue pried your mouth open. “You have me,” he breathed out.

Kissing turned into gnawing as Criston all but devoured your mouth. You fumbled to undo the knots holding up his breastplate. One by one, you both worked to remove his armor, the metal plates falling on the fur carpet with a soft thud. Now clad in only his gambeson and breeches, your lover pulls you to his chest, relishing in the giggle that left you as you found your way to your bed. 

He sat on your bed, turning you around to quickly undo the laces of your gown. Once the dress fell and you were clad only in your shift, Criston pulled you into his lap, your thigh caging one of his, arms snaked around his neck. You ran a hand through his recently shortened locks, biting your lip as he regarded you with a lovestruck look.

“I told you it would look better shorter,” you commented, earning a rare smile from the usually reserved knight. Your lips captured his once more, tongues twisting against each other. His large hand cupped your breast, earning him a moan. The neckline of your shift is pushed down to reveal your chest, your nipples pert against Criston’s breath as he nuzzled his face into the plump flesh. Another moan escaped you when he took one of your tits into his mouth. A gush of arousal dripped from your core as your lover played and toyed with your mounds of flesh, your hips ground against his thigh mindlessly. Throwing your head back in delight, you blindly reached down to find the lace of his breeches, haphazardly untying them to dip your hand to stroke his cock. He groaned against your breast as you started to touch him, dragging your hand up and down his hardened length. Your hips continued to ground against his muscular thigh, smearing your essence on the fabric of his trousers. Your jaw fell open as he lifted his thigh higher, directing you to the edge of his knee. A whimper left you when your pearl rubbed deliciously against his kneecap, grounding your hips harder into his leg as the coil in your core threatened to snap. A chorus of grunts and whines echoed through the room as you both chased release. Criston’s hips started to thrust into your hand as you stroked him in rhythm with your grinding. The growing heat in your belly indicated how close you were to the precipice, hips growing desperate as you hurled yourself to the end. Before you were thrown over the edge, however, the door to your chambers flew open, and Harwin’s hulking figure entered. 

“What is the meaning of this?” His voice boomed, blue eyes widened after having caught you and Criston in such a precarious position. You hid your surprise at his intrusion, turning to face Harwin but made no move to rise from Criston’s lap.

“What right do you have to barge into my chambers, Ser Harwin?” you reprimanded, looking at your betrothed angrily. Blue eyes raked from your exposed chest down to where your hand disappeared in Criston’s pants. The Gold Cloak gulped, before straightening up to meet your displeased gaze. 

“You disappeared from the feast, princess, I was sent here to fetch you. I heard noises from the hall, I thought you were…” he trailed off, eyes shifting to Cole who had a smug look on his face. Harwin’s fists clenched as the urge to smash the Dornishman’s face threatened to overwhelm him. You scoffed at your betrothed, pulling away from Criston to rise to your feet.

“You need not worry about me, Ser, so please, leave us,” you ordered, earning an incredulous look from the taller man.

“I am not leaving you with him! This is the most improper,” he contended, standing his ground. Your eyebrows raised at his words, a smirk on your lips rose upon hearing him. 

“You are one to lecture me on what is and what isn’t proper. Tell me, don’t you have other pressing matters to attend to? Your newborn son, perhaps?” you questioned. Harwin glared at Criston when he snickered at your words, before turning to you with an apologetic look.

“Princess, you have to understand, I did not intend to–”

“No? What, did your cock just accidentally found its way into my sister’s cunt? Spare me the excuses, Harwin, I have no need for them,” you seethed. Harwin reached out to you, but you stepped away from him before he could hold you. His eyes flickered to where Cole still sat on your bed, then back to you. “I am not leaving,” he repeated, standing his ground.

“Fine, watch then,” you ordered, turning around to walk back to your lover. You resumed your previous position in Criston’s lap, cupping his face in your hands. You stared at each other, communicating silently. The knight’s contempt of your betrothed was something you were aware of, and you did not wish for this to evolve into something messier than it already was. Criston was the one to smash his lips onto yours, taking you by surprise. A low moan left you at the familiar taste of him against your lips. 

Criston ordered you to rise, which you obeyed, pulling your shift off as you did so. The knight turned you around, facing your bare body to your betrothed who still stood by the door. Harwin’s eyes visibly darkened at the sight of you, blue orbs trailing down your naked flesh. Heat stirred deep within you, cheeks warming at the hungry look in his gaze.

“Best make yourself comfortable, Strong,” Criston spoke up, a mischievous glint in his eye. The hands on your waist urged you to sit back down on his lap, spreading your thighs wide to give Harwin a good view. Your betrothed settled on the chaise faced directly to your bed. You caught how he visibly gulped at the sight of your weeping slit. Criston’s fingers lowered to circle your pearl, a gasp emitting from your lips at his touch. 

“Princess,” Harwin started. He fidgeted in his seat, his crotch was starting to strain in his trousers uncomfortably.

“Sit still and be quiet, Harwin,” You commanded, followed by a whine that reverberated from your chest. Criston dipped a finger into your core, groaning when your rear squirmed against his bulge. You started to pant when his middle finger started to fuck you in earnest, eyes fluttering when the pad of his finger rubbed on a particular spot in a way that made your toes clench. Both your hands gripped his muscular bicep when a second finger entered your cunny, filling you in a way your fingers never could.

“This is where your mistake is, Strong. You’ve gone around other women’s beds when you have denied yourself to indulge in what could have been all yours. See how well she takes my fingers?” Criston chided, smirking at the glaring man. His fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, scissoring and rubbing your clit simultaneously with his thumb. Harwin’s fists gripped the armrests of the chaise tightly, almost to the point of breaking. He would have shot up from his seat to drag Cole to the floor if it weren’t for the desperate moan that echoed from you. You paid little attention to whatever was going on between the men, focusing on chasing your release. Your eyes locked on Harwin’s, gaze staying on him as you spilt around Criston’s fingers. Your mouth fell into an ‘o’ while your thighs shook from the weight of your climax. 

As you chased your breath, you pulled away from Criston’s lap to rise on wobbly legs to walk to where Harwin sat. His icy blues were glossy against the blaze of the hearth, jaw slightly agape when you stood in front of him. Your hand cupped his jaw, making him tilt his head upwards.

“Will you be good?” you asked, still breathless. Your betrothed wordlessly nodded, letting you grab his hand to lead him to your bed. Criston stared at you questioningly, opening his mouth to voice his defiance. You give him a look, giving no room for argument. The loyal dog that he is, the knight obediently stood up from your bed to stand off to the side. 

You ordered Harwin to clean you up with his mouth. He obliged all too eagerly, licking and slurping up your essence with a wet smack. Your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull, humming in delight. You gripped his curls, they felt soft in your palms, in contrast to the rough beard rubbed in between your thighs. Your head turned to the side, and your eyes met Criston’s, who still stood frowning like a kicked dog. You reached out an arm to beckon him over. When he was close enough, your fingers reached for the laces of his breeches to pull out his still-hardened cock. You begin to pump his length, rubbing at his flushed tip with your thumb. Criston threw his head back and groaned, hips canting forward to chase your touch. With Harwin still devouring your cunt diligently, it took little time for your second release to overwhelm you. Your thighs caged his head, and the pace of your hand on Criston’s length faltered. 

When Harwin stood up from his knees, your eyes fell to the bulge straining tightly against his breeches. You allowed him to unlace them, eyes widening at his massive cock. His tip was flushed red, almost purple. The cockhead wept a clear liquid, a sight that made your mouth water. 

Seven Fucking Hells.

Your eyes shifted between both men and an overwhelming wave of desire washed over you, tainting you red from your cheeks down to your chest. Looking back to Harwin, you watched as he slowly stroked his cock, eyes silently asking. 

“You better fuck me like you mean it, Strong,” you said, eyes hungry.

“You won’t wish for another man’s cock after tonight, princess. This I promise you,” he vowed, an air of arrogance now present as his eyes shifted to Cole who scoffed. 

“I wouldn’t be so confident, Ser, not when she aches for mine every night,” the other knight retorted. Your eyes rolled at their display, cunt achingly waiting for either man to stop whining about their cocks and fill you with one of them. 

“Well, so far one princess has already taught mine better than yo-”

“Enough,” you cut them off, huffing. You positioned yourself to your knees, awaiting who would start fucking you first. 

Criston shoved Harwin out of the way, slipping his cock in before the taller man could protest. A whine left your lips at the familiar stretch, a dull pain so delicious. Criston gave you little time to adjust, thrusting into you brutally. He had a point to prove, and you were responding to him beautifully. You fisted the fine sheets, moaning unabashedly from the way your lover abused your cunt. 

You barely registered Harwin standing on the side of your bed, his cock standing tall and proud against his taut abdomen. You lifted yourself to take him in your mouth, sucking in as much as you could. His cockhead hit your uvula with barely half of his length in your mouth, a slight gag squeezing his tip. Your hand stroked whatever length couldn’t fit, pleasuring him in tandem with your mouth. Moans vibrated on his cock, causing Harwin to groan loudly. Behind you, Criston’s pace never faltered. Your body jerked from how hard he was thrusting into you, your walls squeezing him as another wave of release threatened to wash over you. 

You took your mouth off of Harwin’s length when your third climax had you whining like a wanton whore. Your hand slapped on his abdomen to ground yourself, and your nails dug into his pale skin. Your release triggered Criston’s, the Kingsguard letting out a broken moan as he spilt into your walls. 

You barely get a moment’s reprieve to recover when your cunt is filled once more. Harwin grunted as he took his turn with you, your oversensitive walls still pulsing from your last orgasm. You bit your lips hard at the delicious stretch, his cock filling you differently than Criston’s. His thrusts were short and hard, and his tip kissed your cervix in a way that made your eyes squeeze shut. Curses fell from your lips, tears beading at the corner of your eyes. You moaned out his name in a sob, before pressing your forehead into the mattress to quiet your moans. The noise in your chambers could equal that of a brothel, no doubt able to arouse suspicion in whoever would have the misfortune of passing by. You were a babbling mess, the amalgamation of all the ways you had been ravished by both men robbing you of your usual wit and headstrong demeanor. You felt Harwin grab your wrist, pulling it back towards him to lift your body at an angle. His cock hit you even deeper than before, your ridged walls squeezing him so tight it made it difficult for him to move. Another peak was ripped from you, the hardest one yet. You fell forward onto your mattress, completely boneless. Your mind barely registered the warm spurts of Harwin’s seed that painted your back, lost in the dizzy haze of your pleasure.

When morning came, a cup of freshly brewed moon tea and a bright arrangement of flowers greeted you when you awakened. The memories of the night tainted your cheeks red, the delicious throb of your core the only evidence of what had occurred. Harwin felt a weight lifted off his shoulders when you allowed him to accompany you for your morning walk in the gardens, any previous contempt for him discarded, for now. What he did was still unforgivable, but if you were to marry, you wished for no ill will to taint your union. 

As for Criston, your nights with him were unaffected, though he did seem to fuck you even harder than before. He had even gone so far as to give Harwin a cordial nod when they trained.

​​Perhaps he should lay off on Strong for a while, a silent truce, if you will. He had you, and that was what mattered most to him. He held his tongue from spitting out his usual nasty remarks about the heir’s brown-haired firstborn and his stark resemblance to the Gold Cloak. Everything was peaceful, good, even, especially with the new arrangement that benefit all three of you.

That peace, however, did not last long, for a year after Jacaerys’ first nameday, the Princess Rhaenyra gave birth to yet another brown-haired babe, Lucerys.

[darkst4lker]

(𖤐) REQUESTS (drabbles, one-shots) / open

— I WRITE: romance, smut, fluff, angst, things that involve vampirism, death, murder or blood and violence, supernatural creatures (fairies, vampires, etc) and you can suggest things that aren't on this list.

— I DON'T WRITE: anything that transgress basic criteria to a legal extent (rape/pedophilia/zoophilia) nor anything eschatologic don't waste your time leaving those requests because i will delete them. i also don't write anything that involves dom!reader regarding smut.

— list of characters and series (you can suggest more):

⌗ LOTR/THE HOBBIT: thranduil, legolas, bilbo, arwen, galadriel, aragorn, boromir.

⌗ HARRY POTTER: harry potter, hermione granger, draco malfoy, sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, lily evans, luna lovegood, regulus black, bellatrix lestrange, narcissa malfoy, lucius malfoy, severus snape, poly!marauders x reader, poly!marauders + lily x reader, drarry x reader, wolfstar x reader, slytherin!harry.

⌗ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: damon salvatore, elena gilbert, katherine pierce, (im currently watching so when i get to know klaus and elijah better they will be probably added.)

⌗ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: daenerys targaryen, daemon targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen, shiera seastar, rhaenys I targaryen, visenya tararyen, aegon targaryen "the conqueror", poly!conquerors, viserys targaryen III, jon snow, robb stark, melisandre, ned stark, cersei lannister, jaime lannister, alicent hightower, gwayne hightower, aemond targaryen.

⌗ THE BOYS: soldier boy, homelander, starlight, queen maeve, billy butcher, firecracker.

⌗ FOUNDATION: cleon, literally any cleon.

⌗ BALDURS GATE 3: astarion ancunin.

⌗ IWTV: lestat de lioncourt (2022 & 1994), louis de point du lac (1994, bc that version is bi), claudia (2022), madeleine éparvier (2022), daniel molloy (2022).

⌗ THE WALKING DEAD: rick grimes, daryl dixon, lowkey shane walsh (and probably negan when i get to s6-s7), maggie rhee, michonne.

⌗ STAR WARS: anakin skywalker, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, han solo.

⌗ MARVEL: loki laufeyson, tony stark, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, dr strange, deadpool, charles xavier, pietro maximoff, valkyrie (brunnhilde), peter parker (andrew garfield).

⌗ CASTLEVANIA: alucard, trevor belmont, sypha belnades, vlad dracula tepes, carmilla.

⌗ JJBA: jotaro kujo, kakyoin noriaki, dio brando, kishibe rohan, josuke higashikata, joseph joestar, caesar zeppeli, jonathan joestar, bruno bucciarati, jolyne kujo.

⌗ KUROSHITSUJI: sebastian michaelis, claude faustus, soma asman kadar, grell sutcliff, mey-rin, undertaker, beast, joker.

⌗ DEATH NOTE: light yagami, l lawliet, misa amane.

[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

[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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Wild As Her (Kinktober)

Word Count: 2.8k

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.

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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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.

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

Word Count: 3.2k

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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]

You Cute Oblivious Idiot

Summary: Shiera has seen it all... or at least thought she had.

Word Count: 6.5k

The grand keep of Red Keep was alive with music and conversation that night, with a grand party to welcome summer. Nobleman and women from all corners of the realms gathered to socialize and mingle like old friends. Some sought power and clout with the influential, while others were truly just there to have a fun time and catch up. Seated at a long table was the gorgeous Shiera Seastar. The famed Targaryen bastard was dressed in a deep blue dress, shimmering like the night sky. Every eye was on her, as she knew they would be.

Amidst the crowd, you sat to the other side of the hall, dressed in a gown that was a flattering light green. Every man and woman's eyes would gaze at you with hunger, yet you were completely oblivious to their desire. Your eyes were locked on the beautiful Seastar who seemed so effortlessly elegant and captivating. You felt your stomach fill with a warm sensation of butterflies, but you brushed it off as mere admiration, not recognizing the underlying feelings within you. Amidst the crowd, you sat to the other side of the hall, dressed in a gown that was a flattering light green. Every man and woman's eyes would gaze at you with hunger, yet you were completely oblivious to their desire. Your eyes were locked on the beautiful Seastar who seemed so effortlessly elegant and captivating. You felt your stomach fill with a warm sensation of butterflies, but you brushed it off as mere admiration, not recognizing the underlying feelings within you.

As you watched her, lost in your thoughts, you did not notice that her gaze had landed on you. Seastar's sharp gaze was fixated on every move you made, as if you were the only one in the room. She found herself smiling as she noticed that you were completely oblivious to the attention you were receiving. She couldn't help but be intrigued by your innocence, it was something extremely rare to come by in Kings Landing. Shiera's gaze flicked back to the crowd around her, yet she found herself unable to focus on anything else, and once more her eyes were drawn to you. She watched as you sipped your wine, your lips wrapped around the glass. She found herself imagining them elsewhere, before shaking her head to dismiss those thoughts. It was then that she decided she needed to talk to you once again. As discreetly as possible, Shiera excused herself from the group that surrounded her and made her way through the crowd. Her eyes never left you, and she easily maneuvered around the dancing guests until she was within earshot. You were chatting politely with a drunken nobleman, but your gaze drifted to Shiera.

"May I steal her away for a bit?" Shiera said, her voice like velvet. The nobleman nodded eagerly, but not even he could ignore the sharp glare that Shiera gave him. Clearly she was not asking permission, she was informing him. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the crowd and out onto the balcony. Once out on the balcony, Shiera let go of you and turned to face you, letting the noise of the party fade into the background. She studied you intently, as if she was seeing you for the first time. Then she spoke, her voice soft yet firm. "You seem to have captured everyone's attention tonight." As you heard her words, your brow furrowed in confusion. You gave a small laugh, not understanding the weight behind her statement. You responded, your voice light with uncertainty. "Me? I don't think I've done anything to capture anyone's attention tonight…" Shiera's eyes widened in surprise, genuinely amused by your obliviousness. She let out a soft laugh, the sound like a chime in the night. "Are you truly unaware of the stares and murmurs that have followed you all night? You've made quite the impact darling."

Shiera took a step closer to you, her gaze roaming over your figure in an appreciative manner. Her hand lightly traced the fabric of your dress, and she couldn't help but admire how it hugged your curves. "It's not just your choice of attire that draws gazes. It's your presence, your demeanor. You exude an effortless grace that is rarely seen here in Kings Landing." You shook your head and looked down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and flattery. You had never been complimented in such a way before, and you found yourself at a loss for words. "I-I don't think I exude anything of the sort. I'm just… me." Your words were simple and true, yet they only seemed to make Shiera smile harder. She found your obliviousness endearing, it was a refreshing break from the calculating and manipulative games of the court. Shiera stepped even closer, closing the distance between you. Her hand continued to brush against the fabric of your dress, and she leaned in, her voice dropping to a huskier tone. "Darling, you are so much more than just 'you'. You are captivating, and you are completely unaware of the effect you have on others. It's endearing, almost intoxicating."

You opened your mouth to protest, to deny what she was saying, but the words wouldn't come out. The intensity of her gaze and the proximity of her body was enough to leave you speechless. The gentle touch of her hand on your dress was sending chills down your spine, and you found yourself drawn in by her presence. "I-I don't think…" You finally managed to stutter out, your voice trembling softly. Shiera chuckled softly, her fingers now tracing a feather light path along your jawline. Her touch was barely there, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through you. "You don't think? That's the problem, darling," she said, her voice a low purr. "You do not realize the power you hold. You walk with such innocence, and men and women alike have been watching you all evening, yet you are blind to their desires." A drunken nobleman, dressed in a fine grey suit, stumbled out onto the balcony from the party, interrupting the moment. He noticed you two and gave a drunken smirk, his gaze roaming over your figure. "Ah, a private moment out here I see? Mind if I join the party?"

Shiera's hand dropped from your jawline, and her demeanor changed in an instant. Her back straightened, and her expression turned cold. "We were not inviting an audience," she stated bluntly, her eyes narrowing at the drunken noble. She moved to stand protectively in front of you, as if shielding you from the man's gaze. The nobleman laughed heartily, clearly not taking the hint. "Oh come on now, I promise I won't be a bother. Just looking to have a little fun tonight." He took a step closer, his gaze fixed on your figure again. Shiera's hand clenched into a tight fist, her irritation growing by the second. "I'm afraid your presence would only ruin the mood," Shiera responded, her voice colder than ice. She stood her ground, not budging an inch. The nobleman was clearly undeterred, his gaze still roaming over you. He leaned against the railing heavily, and his eyes locked on yours. "And what about you, love? Care to have some fun?"

You were caught off guard by the sudden attention from the nobleman, and you gave a nervous laugh, unsure of how to respond. "Oh, um, that's…quite alright, I'm just enjoying the night air," you said, your voice soft. The man took your hesitation as an invitation, and he leaned even closer, his gaze fixated on you. "Come on now, don't be shy. Surely you must want to let loose and have some fun, away from this ice queen." Shiera's irritation grew with each passing moment, and she had to restrain herself from outright glaring at the nobleman. The audacity he had to invade your space and make unwanted advances was enough to make her blood boil. The drunk noble continued to lean in, his face uncomfortably close to yours. You could smell the strong scent of alcohol on his breath as he spoke, his voice slurring slightly. "I can show you a good time, darling," he said, his hand reaching out to touch your arm. Before he could make contact, Shiera intervened. She stepped between you and the nobleman, her hand pushing him back forcefully. "Back off," she hissed, her eyes burning with anger. Shiera's hand quickly darted out and grabbed your wrist, and she wasted no time in dragging you away from the drunken nobleman. She moved with a sense of urgency and purpose, her grip firm yet gentle on your wrist. You stumbled a little, caught off guard by the sudden motion, but Shiera held you steady, her eyes never leaving the nobleman.

She led you through the crowd, her steps purposeful and swift. People parted before her as if sensing her determination, and you could feel her protectiveness radiating off her in waves. When you were finally far enough away, Shiera finally released her grip on your wrist. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Are you alright?" she asked, her eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort. You nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion. You weren't entirely sure why Shiera had reacted so strongly, but there was something about her protectiveness that made your heart flutter. "I'm fine, thank you," you said, your voice a little shaky. "That man was just… inappropriate." Shiera's gaze softened as she saw the unease in your expression. "He was more than just inappropriate. He had no right to talk to you in such a way, especially when you were clearly uninterested." She paused for a moment, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "You are too kind to those who do not deserve it, darling."

You were taking a walk in the gardens of the Red Keep, enjoying the peaceful solitude and the beautiful blossoms that surrounded you. As you stopped to admire a particularly vibrant flower, you didn't notice Shiera approaching until she was standing right beside you. She chuckled softly at your surprised expression. "You always find the most beautiful spots to hide away in," she said, her voice like velvet. You felt a familiar flutter in your chest. "Oh, I was just… admiring the flowers," you replied, hoping that your cheeks weren't flushed too noticeably. Shiera chuckled again, clearly amused by your flustered state. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch the petals of the flower you were admiring. "These are lovely, but they can't hold a candle to your beauty, darling."

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head at her compliment. "Oh stop, you're just saying that to flatter me," you teased. Part of you knew that Shiera was flirting, but you couldn't help but brush it off as harmless banter between friends. After all, there was no way she could be serious. Shiera raised an eyebrow, her gaze softening with amusement. "And if I was being completely serious?" she asked, her voice dropping to a huskier tone. She stepped even closer to you, her hand moving to gently guide your chin up so that you were looking at her. Her fingers were soft on your skin, and the intensity of her gaze was enough to make your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation rise in your chest, but you tried to maintain your composure. "You're playing with me," you protested, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "You always tease me like this, and you never mean any of it." Shiera's smile grew wider, her thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. "And what if I told you that I do mean it?" she murmured, her voice low and velvety. She took another step closer, her body now mere inches away from yours. The air between you felt charged, and you could almost feel the heat radiating off her skin.

You felt your heart race at her proximity, the heat of her body only adding to the dizzying sensation. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. "You're just trying to get a reaction out of me," you mumbled, pulling away as you continued to slowly walk through the gardens. Shiera followed you, not letting the distance between you grow too wide. "And is it working?" she asked, her eyes glinting with amusement. She reached out and brushed her fingertips over your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. "You're so easy to tease, my darling. You'd be adorable if you weren't so clueless." You huffed playfully and rolled your eyes, but deep down you couldn't deny the way your body reacted whenever she touched you, or how much you enjoyed being the subject of her attention. "I'm not clueless," you retorted, feigning annoyance. "I just choose to ignore your constant attempts to tease me." Shiera chuckled, her hand now gently resting on the small of your back as she led you through the garden path. "Is that right?" she murmured, amused by your blatant lie. "And yet you still fluster so easily, and your heart races like a wild animal whenever I get close. You're the most transparent person I've ever met, love."

You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the racing of your heart and the way it pounded in your chest. "Maybe I just don't appreciate your playful attempts to tease me every chance you get," you retorted, but there was no malice in your tone. You both continued walking, the garden path leading you to a small bench tucked away beneath a beautiful tree, shaded from the sun. Shiera sat down on the bench, her gaze never leaving yours. "Oh, come now. You know you enjoy it just as much as I do," she said, her voice low and teasing.

You were walking through the bustling marketplace of Kings Landing, the sounds of vendors hawking their goods and shoppers haggling for prices filling the air. Shiera walked alongside you, her arm looping through yours in a familiar gesture. She scanned the stalls with disinterest, her gaze occasionally flicking to your face. "Gods, do we really need to be here?" she asked, her voice tinged with boredom. You chuckled softly, not bothered by the chaos around you. "Stop complaining," you replied, your gaze fixed on the colorful array of wares on display. "It's not that bad. I actually enjoy people watching in the market."

Shiera sighed, her expression still one of boredom. "Of course you do. You find amusement in the most mundane things." She gestured to a particularly loud vendor, who was shouting out his prices for some spices. "I, on the other hand, would much rather be anywhere else than here." Shiera rolled her eyes, her expression still one of mild annoyance. "I know, I know. But still, all these people and all this noise. It's like an overload." She paused for a moment, her gaze returning to you. "You, on the other hand, seem completely unfazed by it all. I don't understand how you have so much patience." You shrugged nonchalantly, your gaze still roaming over the various stalls. "It's a skill I've developed over the years, I suppose," you replied with a smirk. "Besides, I find people watching interesting. You never know what you'll see or overhear in a crowded place like this." Shiera watched as you continued to browse the wares, your gaze fixed on a particularly intricate piece of jewelry. Her heart was racing in her chest, her nerves getting the better of her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was it. She was finally going to tell you how she felt. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, one of the vendors let out an especially loud shout, drawing your attention away. You turned towards the noise, completely missing Shiera's attempt to confess her feelings.

Later that night, Shiera sat alone in her chambers, surrounded by lush pillows and silk sheets in every shade of blue. Her silver hair spilled down her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall, contrasting beautifully with her dusky skin. The room was filled with the scent of exotic perfumes and flowers, creating a soothing atmosphere. Yet despite the luxury that surrounded her, Shiera felt a deep emptiness within. For months, she had harbored a secret love - a young lady who never seemed to return the sentiment. Shiera's heart ached with desire for the object of her affection. She longed to confess her feelings, to hold you in her arms and kiss your soft lips. But the woman she yearned for was either blind to her affection or simply uninterested. Shiera let out a heavy sigh. She knew that her feelings were destined to remain unreciprocated, yet she was powerless to change her heart's desire. You shared a close friendship, and Shiera's longing for more went unnoticed. Shiera sighed, her gaze drifting to the open window where the night breeze gently rustled the curtains.

Every moment spent together, every touch and every smile only served to deepen Shiera's affection. She noticed each detail about you - the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear when nervous, or the way your eyes sparkled with laughter when you were amused. She knew every scar, every freckle on your body, and the sound of your soft, melodious voice. To her, you were perfect. Every time she tried to reveal her feelings, the words would get caught in her throat, and you would smile at her, blissfully unaware of the storm that raged within her heart. Shiera couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness. She knew that her love for you was not reciprocated, yet she was unable to quell her feelings. Every night, she would lie awake, imagining a life where you would return her affection. She would picture the two of you together, exploring distant lands, whispering sweet nothings beneath the moonlit sky. But those dreams were shattered by the harsh reality. She had to accept that you did not feel the same way about her. Shiera would often find herself unable to look away from you, her gaze lingering on every detail of your face. She'd take in the way your lips curled into a smile that made her heart flutter, or how your eyes seemed to dance with joy when you were excited. She'd admire the curve of your neck, the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders, and the grace with which you moved through life. Those moments of admiration were both bittersweet and excruciating, as she longed to reach out and touch you, to tell you how she truly felt.

One late evening, as you were both sat by the fireplace, the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls, Shiera found herself gazing at you once again. She could no longer ignore the emotions that were threatening to consume her. Gathering her courage, she spoke softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "Can I tell you something?" You turned towards Shiera, a curious expression on your face. "Of course," you replied with a warm smile. "You know you can talk to me about anything." Shiera took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She struggled to find the right words, feeling as if her heart would jump out of her throat. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time," she finally managed to say, her eyes never leaving yours. You could sense the seriousness in her tone and leaned a bit closer to her. "What is it?" you asked gently, your eyes searching hers for some clue about what was about to be said. Shiera took another deep breath, her heart now racing against her chest. "Promise you won't laugh at me? Or think I'm insane?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and hope. You gave her a reassuring smile, noticing the vulnerability in her eyes. "Of course, I promise," you said sincerely, reaching out to touch her arm gently, "I would never laugh or think poorly of you."

Shiera's heart skipped a beat at your touch, your hand on her arm sending shivers down her spine. She gathered her courage and continued. "I…I've been trying to find the right words for months now…but no matter how many times I've practiced in my head, I fear I'll never find the right way to say what I truly feel. But I must tell you, because it's eating me alive." You couldn't help but be drawn into the intensity of her words. You could see the sincerity in her eyes, the mixture of fear, longing and hope. You nodded for her to continue, your hand remaining on her arm, a silent gesture of encouragement. Shiera swallowed hard, her gaze falling to her lap for a moment before she looked back up at you. "When I met you, I felt something I'd never experienced before. A feeling that grew stronger every day, every moment we spent together. I tried to ignore it, tried to convince myself that it would pass. But it didn't. And now I find myself unable to deny my feelings any longer. I…I…." Shiera's voice trailed off as a lump formed in her throat, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. You watched as Shiera struggled to find the right words, a mix of worry and confusion settling in your heart. Your mind raced with a million possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Fear gripped you like icy fingers, and the thought of losing your friendship with Shiera sent a wave of panic through your entire being. The words kept getting stuck in her throat, leaving you in a limbo of uncertainty and dread. "Are you…are you trying to tell me…that you don't want to be friends anymore?"

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, and Shiera's face fell. She looked at you, her eyes wide with shock. "No, no!" she exclaimed, her voice desperate. "That's not what I'm trying to say at all! I would never want to end our friendship. I…" Shiera felt as though her heart was breaking at the fear-filled look in your eyes. She moved closer, her hand reaching out to touch yours, hoping to reassure you. You could feel Shiera's hand trembling as she gently took hold of yours, her eyes locked with yours. "Please, let me explain," she implored, her voice urgent. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "What I'm trying to say is that…my feelings for you have grown beyond friendship. At first, I believed it was just a crush, but as time passed, I realized that it was so much more." Shiera's heart pounded in her chest, the words finally coming out, but she could sense your confusion. As Shiera spoke, her words pouring out with a mixture of nervousness and vulnerability, you listened intently. You could sense the sincerity in her tone, the raw emotion in her voice. But as she confessed her feelings, your expression remained puzzled, unsure of how to respond. The words didn't quite register in your mind, and you could only stare at her in surprise.

You laughed gently and squeezed her hand, your heart swelling with affection for her. "Of course, I care about you too," your voice growing softer. "You're my closest friend, and I care about you deeply." Shiera's heart was about to burst. She felt a wave of emotions wash over her - joy, relief, and most importantly, the sweet hope that blossomed in her chest before she had the idea to ask. "So…we're still friends?" she asked softly, her eyes locked on yours as if waiting for a certain answer. "Of course, we're still friends," you replied without hesitation, giving her hand another gentle squeeze. "You'll always be my dearest friend." Shiera felt her eyes well up with tears at your words. A mix of emotions flooded through her - relief, joy, and a tinge of bittersweet pain. Though not the answer she wanted, she was still grateful to have you in her life. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

In the following days, you noticed a change in Shiera. She'd find any excuse to spend time with you, her touches lingering on your arm or shoulder longer than necessary. There was a sparkle in her eyes when she looked at you, and her words were always filled with affection. You'd catch her stealing glances at you when she thought you weren't looking, and her laughter seemed a little too bright whenever you were around. Shiera would subtly seek your attention, leaning closer as she spoke, finding reasons to sit in the same room with you for hours. Whether it was to read a book, practice a craft, or simply talk about nothing in particular, she always managed to position herself near you. The brush of her fingers against yours, the way she tilted her head to listen intently whenever you spoke, and the almost imperceptible way her eyes lingered on you betrayed her affection.

During group conversations, Shiera's gaze would frequently shift to you, her attention always drawn to you. She would find ways to touch you lightly, her hand on your arm or her fingers briefly brushing against yours. When you spoke, she would hang onto every word, her eyes never leaving your face, a smile playing on her lips whenever you made a joke. It was a subtle, yet undeniable, display of affection, hinting at the feelings beneath the surface. Shiera had grown bold in her attempts to capture your attention. She'd often find herself playfully teasing you, giggling at your jokes and making sarcastic remarks. Her touches lingered, and her gaze seemed to linger on yours. "You know, you really do have the most adorable laugh," she remarked, her voice dripping with mockery. "It's like a little bird chirping on a sunny day." Every time you saw her or talked with her, there was a hint of flirtatiousness in her words and her demeanor. During dinners, Shiera would make excuses to sit next to you, her thigh gently brushing against yours under the table. She'd engage in conversation, often lightly touching your arm or shoulder as she spoke. Her eyes remained fixed on you, her laughter filling the air with a charming melody. Her voice had taken on a softer, more intimate tone. "You know, you're surprisingly pretty when you're not covered in dirt," she remarked with a slight smirk. Her words and body language carried a hint of flirtation, yet you misinterpreted it as playful banter.

As you and Shiera strolled through the palace gardens, the warmth of the setting sun casting a golden glow on everything around you, she couldn't help but marvel at your physical appearance. She'd often find her gaze drifting over you, taking in the way the sunlight danced in your hair, the strong line of your jaw, and the broadness of your shoulders. She'd look at you with a small smile and commented, "You know, there's something particularly attractive about seeing you bathed in sunlight." Her words were not entirely innocent, her gaze lingering a bit longer than necessary. When the two of you were alone in a quiet corner of the gardens, her touch became increasingly daring. As she stood beside you, her hand would occasionally brush against yours, her fingertips lightly tracing up your arm. Her voice lowered to a soft whisper, her breath tickling your ear as she leaned in close. "You really do have the most captivating eyes I've ever seen," she murmured, her lips curved into a smile. "It's like looking into a deep, endless pool of stars."

During moments of closeness, such as sitting side by side or standing in quiet conversation, she'd find ways to create physical contact. She'd lean in a little closer than necessary, her shoulder gently brushing against yours as she pointed something out or made a comment. Her laughter would fill the air, a soft and melodious sound that seemed to carry a hint of affection. "You know, you have a way of making me laugh like no one else can," she'd say, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's quite endearing." After days and weeks of enduring Shiera's constant yet subtle flirtations and attempts at getting closer to you, your emotions had reached their limit. It was as if a dam had broken, and the feelings you had kept hidden for so very long could no longer be contained. In a heated moment, you snapped, unable to hold back your outburst any longer. "Enough! I can't take this any longer!" you exclaimed, your voice thick with emotions. "I have feelings for you, Shiera! And I can't keep pretending otherwise." The words spilled out of you like a deluge, and there was no stopping them. "I've been trying to deny it, to bury it deep within me, but I can't. Every time I see you, my heart races, and my mind is consumed by thoughts of you. I know you just want to be friends, but I can't anymore." You could see the surprise and disbelief on Shiera's face, her eyes widening at your confession.

"I've tried to hide it, to keep it hidden from you, but it hurts, Shiera. Every time you flirt with me, I want to scream at the top of my lungs that I love you. I love the way you laugh, the way you talk, the way you look at me. But I can't keep pretending it's just friendship." The truth was finally out, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. You stood there, your heart pounding in your ears, waiting for Shiera's reaction. The moment you confessed your feelings, a mix of emotions crossed Shiera's face - surprise, disbelief, and a hint of joy. She tried to compose herself, to act as though she was doing you a favor by agreeing to be with you. Taking a deep, steadying breath she began to speak, her voice soft and measured. "Fine," she said after a moment's hesitation, "If that's what you want, I suppose I can give you a chance." Her words were carefully chosen, an attempt to keep up the facade of nonchalance as if she hadn't already given up sleeping around with others. Inside, however, Shiera was ecstatic. Her heart leapt in her chest, and a wave of joy washed over her. She'd longed for this moment, for you to finally confess your feelings, but she had to play it cool. She couldn't let you see how elated she truly felt.

She schooled her features into a somewhat indifferent expression, her voice betraying nothing of the emotions coursing through her. "But just so you know," she continued, a touch of mockery in her tone, "I'm doing you a favor here. I'm not sure you're deserving of my affection." The words were said with a feigned detachment, a ruse to hide her genuine excitement. Time passed, and slowly over the course of a few weeks, Shiera slowly dropped the mask of indifference. She began to behave in more intimate ways, no longer feeling the need to repress her true feelings. Her touch lingered on you longer, her gaze was filled with adoration instead of mockery, and her words held true affection. She'd tease and flirt freely without hesitation, her actions and demeanor betraying her true emotions towards you. Instead of subtle hints and playful banter, her affection became more blatant. She'd find any excuse to touch you, her fingers tracing along your arm or her hand resting gently on your thigh as she sat beside you. Her voice softened, becoming even more melodic as she spoke. "You know, you're much more beautiful than I initially thought," she'd comment with a small smile. "I'm starting to see why I agreed to give you a chance."

When the sun was setting, and the colors of the sky painted the world in hues of orange and purple, Shiera would seek out your company. She'd lead you to secluded areas of the gardens or quiet corners of the palace, her hand intertwined with yours. She'd pull you close and watch the sun disappear below the horizon, a contented smile on her face. "There's nowhere I'd rather be than here with you," she'd murmur, her voice filled with genuine warmth. One evening, as you and Shiera were spending time together, the topic of marriage inadvertently came up in conversation. It was a casual conversation, filled with lighthearted banter and laughter. Shiera had a small smirk on her lips, her eyes glimmering with some unreadable emotion. "You know," she began, her tone playful, "if we were two ordinary people, we could probably get married." You quirked an eyebrow at her statement, a chuckle escaping your lips. "Oh really? And why is that?" you asked curiously, humoring her playful remark. Shiera leaned closer to you, her hand gently ghosting over your arm. "Well, because neither of us have an ounce of political importance," she answered with a wink, her eyes still filled with amusement.

You let out a soft hum, considering her words, and then a mischievous smile formed on your lips. "You know, you might actually be onto something there," you said, your eyes gleaming with a playful glint. "Maybe we should take advantage of the fact that we don't have any political importance. We could get married just for the fun of it, without any of the usual pressures or political motives." Shiera's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her lips twitching with amusement. "You're actually serious, aren't you?" she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice. You nodded, a cheeky grin on your face. "Absolutely. Think about it – we'd be marrying just because we want to, no responsibilities or expectations attached to it. Just two people being stupidly in love." Shiera couldn't help but laugh at your suggestion, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned back in her seat. "You're truly insane," she chuckled. "But I can't deny that there's a certain appeal to your idea. Marrying just because we want to, without all the political nonsense… It's actually kind of romantic in its simplicity."

You grinned at her words, your heart swelling with affection. "See? I'm not entirely crazy," you teased. "And just think about it – no prying eyes, no political power games, just the two of us living life on our own terms. It could be quite freeing." Shiera chuckled softly, her hand finding its way to yours. "Alright, alright, you're starting to convince me," she conceded, her tone still light-hearted. "But there is one thing I need to check – are you sure you're up for this? Being married to me won't be all smooth sailing. I'm kind of a handful." You smiled warmly at her, your eyes fixed on hers. “You might be a handful,” you admitted, your voice soft and sincere, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Every little thing about you, from your fiery spirit to your stubbornness, is a part of what makes you so captivating. I wouldn't change a single thing, because it's those quirks that I adore. And yes, I am absolutely certain about this,” you continued, your hand tightening around hers. “I love everything about you - your passion, your intelligence, the way you make me laugh, and your ability to always keep me on my toes. Spending the rest of my life with you is a risk I’m more than willing to take.”

“I want to grow old together with you, to wake up every morning with a smile on my face because I’m lucky enough to be sharing my life with you,” you went on, your voice growing even softer. “And I promise to be there for you through the good times and the bad, to support you and uplift you, and to love you with every fiber of my being. I can’t promise we’ll always have smooth sailing ahead, but what I can promise is that I’ll be there right by your side, navigating the storms and celebrating the calms, for as long as you’ll have me.” Your eyes met hers, filled with tenderness and affection. “So, Shiera, will you marry me?” Shiera sat quietly, her heart swelling with emotions at your heartfelt words. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears; her mind was spinning with a mix of surprise, joy, and a hint of disbelief. For a few moments, she didn’t respond, too overwhelmed to find her voice. But eventually, she managed to compose herself, her mouth tilting up into a smile. “You idiot,” she murmured, shaking her head. “Of course, I’ll marry you.” Your heart leapt in your chest as Shiera accepted your proposal. You couldn't hold back the grin that spread across your face, your eyes shining with happiness. "You know," you teased, "you had me worried for a moment there. I thought you were going to say no."

Shiera rolled her eyes playfully, a small huff escaping her lips. "Please, as if I could ever refuse you," she replied, her tone lightly mocking, but her smile was genuine. "You've got me wrapped around your finger, you know that? Even as clueless as you can be sometimes." You chuckled at her playful teasing. "Hey, I'll have you know that my cluelessness is part of my charm," you quipped, a mock-offended expression on your face. "And it seems to be working, because here you are, about to be stuck with me forever." Shiera’s laughter filled the air, a beautiful, musical sound. “Oh please,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Your cluelessness is more adorable than charming. It’s like watching a puppy trying to chase its tail sometimes.” You feigned wounded pride, pouting dramatically at her remark. "You wound me, my love," you said playfully, a hand over your heart. "To be compared to a clueless puppy? Is that how you see me?" Shiera's laughter rang out once more, her eyes dancing with affection. "Of course not," she assured you with a twinkle in her eye. "You're much more charming than a mere puppy. Though sometimes, you do look quite adorable with that confused expression on your face."

"Ah, so now I'm adorable and clueless?" you asked, pretending to sound offended. "I suppose there are worse things to be called. But let's be honest here – my cluelessness has led us into some interesting situations, hasn’t it?" Shiera considered your words, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "You do have a point there," she conceded. "Some of those situations were quite… memorable. But I suppose they've also led us to some delightful moments, haven't they?"

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

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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.

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Relationship List With Shiera Seastar And Fem! Reader

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

Shiera is quite affectionate. She’s a very flirtatious person, but has a few close friends/lovers that she truly cares about, and expresses that affection through a sort of teasing. She’s very caring towards you, affectionate when no one else is around, and would do anything for you.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

You first meet Shiera at court. She’s standing off to the side, watching with intrigue the various lords and ladies passing by. She notices you and begins to eye you, seeing that you’re just about the only woman at court who’s more attractive than herself before she takes you practically under her wing.

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

Shiera does like to cuddle. She tends to cuddle up close against your body, pressing herself against you and wrapping her arms around you, and burying her face against your neck. She always smells strongly of some floral scent, and she loves to feel warm in your arms even if she never gives up being the big spoon.

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

Shiera isn’t one to settle per se, but she is the type to want a stable home that she can always expect to return to with someone waiting for her. She’s a terrible cook, as she had servants to do that for her, and can only manage a few simple meals. She enjoys cleaning, but finds it relaxing, and will likely try to get you to help her as an excuse to spend more time with you.

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

If circumstances forced it, Shiera would be extremely reluctant to break up with you, and she’d likely cry herself to sleep for at least a few days. If it was truly unavoidable, she’d break up with you in private, and likely avoid you afterwards.

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

Shiera doesn’t want an arranged marriage, but also doesn’t enjoy commitment or the idea of being married in general. However, she will make an exception for you, and she’s the type to want to get married as soon as possible, so you can spend as much time together as legally possible.

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

She tends to be quite playful, but when it comes to touching she’s very gentle, and she’s especially careful around your more…sensitive areas. She’s an experienced lover who knows how to tease you, while also being extremely tender and loving with you. Emotionally, she’s quite sensitive, and often vulnerable. She can sometimes get a bit jealous, but is mostly very affectionate and sweet.

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

Shiera loves hugs (especially from you). She’s constantly holding onto you, hugging you from behind and wrapping her arms around your waist to hold you close against her, nuzzling your neck and pressing her body against your back. She especially loves snuggling with you in your own bed, and will often cling to you like a cat.

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

She tends to play it close to the vest, and while she might begin to fall for you rather quickly, she doesn’t say “I love you” quickly. She’s probably going to start dropping subtle hints that she’s catching feelings, and wait until she’s already certain she’s in love with you before actually confessing and even then having you say it first.

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

Shiera is rather possessive and will get jealous easily, but she keeps it relatively contained, rather than causing a public scene. However, she is likely to grab you and hold on tight, pressing her body tightly against yours, and give any others you talk to a look. If she’s particularly bold, she might even leave a very obvious hickey on some exposed bit of skin on you just to mark you as hers.

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

Her kisses are playful and teasing, but at the same time she’s always very gentle, even when the kisses get more heated. She loves to kiss you on the neck, and will tease you by trailing kisses along the sensitive skin, occasionally gently biting, and leaving your neck covered in little red marks. She’ll also plant little kisses all along your face, and also tends to give you soft pecks on the nose that she considers very cute.

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

She doesn’t have a ton of experience with children, but she can be surprisingly nurturing, and absolutely melts around babies. She tends to be fond of children and is good at playing with or distracting them. She’s protective of them, so if one seems to be afraid or unhappy, she’ll likely try to find a way to comfort them, or to cheer them up by making silly faces, playing peek-a-boo with them, or something similar.

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

She’s not a morning person, and she’s generally a late riser. If you two wake up in the same bed, she’ll try to pull you close and keep you in bed, wanting to cuddle and fall asleep again for a bit longer. Once she’s out of bed, she prefers to take her time getting ready, getting herself a hot bath and fixing her hair, and doing her makeup until she looks perfect, before going out to start her day.

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

Again, if you’re going to sleep in the same bed, she’ll cling to you, and will take any opportunity to lay on top of you or press herself against your body, as she tends to sleep better when she’s with you, cuddled up to you. In the night, she tends to be a bit restless, and will likely move around a bit during her sleep. She’s also a bit of a sleep talker, and will occasionally mumble nonsense to you in her sleep.

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’ll start to slowly open up to you, revealing bits of herself about her past, about her interests and what her fears and hopes are, and so on, but she’s going to hold back the more traumatic details of her past until later on. She’s slow to truly let her guard down, and is likely holding a few secrets until she’s certain she can trust you completely with them.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She loses her patience quite easily, and is prone to bursts of anger in response to frustration or disappointment. However, she never acts out against you or takes out her anger on you. She’s just prone to swearing at inconveniences, and has a short fuse when it comes to dealing with things that annoy her.

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 very observant and has an excellent memory, and will absolutely remember small details and things you’ve said about yourself in the past. She’ll likely even end up remembering things that you’ve forgotten you’ve mentioned to her in the past, and she’s also going to remember things like your coffee order, or things about food you do and don’t like, etc. because she loves to be able to take care of you in those small ways.

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

She absolutely loves the moment when she realizes she’s falling for you. She’s usually confident and somewhat cocky, but when she realizes she’s in love with you and actually wants to be devoted to you, it’s a moment of vulnerability where she’s realizing you now have power over her in a way no one else ever has.

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

She tends to be quite protective of you, and she’s also jealous and possessive, and will not enjoy seeing you with anyone else, so she’s going to be careful about how you interact with other people. She’ll get a bit defensive and glare at anyone she views as competition for you, and will always be keeping an eye on you, and will want to stay by your side whenever possible. She has no fear of physical conflict, and is often quite confrontational when someone is making a move on you.

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

Shiera doesn’t tend to get too fancy with dates or anniversaries, but she certainly understands the value of putting in effort to keep a relationship healthy and thriving. She will put considerable thought into gifts for you, and will likely aim to choose things that are personalized and have some sort of meaningful connection to you and your relationship. She tends to be rather lazy when it comes to everyday tasks, but she does understand when they need to be done, though she’d much rather let someone else deal with them instead of doing the work herself.

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

She has some bad habits, though they’re usually masked by her confident, somewhat cocky, charming demeanor. She can be impatient and impulsive, and is prone to snapping at people and cursing when she’s annoyed or frustrated. She’s also quite possessive, and doesn’t like to let you out of her sight if she can help it, and will glare at anyone who seems to be flirting with you.

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

She’s relatively vain and is extremely confident in her own looks. She’s aware that she’s beautiful, and will take great care in maintaining her appearance, and she’ll spend a lot of time fixing her make up and her hair to maintain her effortless beauty. She will put a lot of effort into making sure she always looks good for you, but she’ll also be very aware if you’re neglecting to put any effort into your own appearance and tries to lovingly nit-pick if you are.

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

She will come to feel rather strongly that she’s not complete without you, though she won’t necessarily admit it to you. She’ll become more clingy after she’s fallen in love with you, and will want to spend every free moment with you. She needs you, and if she were to lose you, she’d likely be totally devastated and wouldn’t cope with it well.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Despite her rather arrogant demeanor and her penchant for keeping people at arms length and generally acting like she doesn’t care, she’s actually a bit of a romantic at heart, and has a very soft spot for love songs and cheesy, heartfelt gestures. She’ll try to maintain her somewhat cynical and aloof facade, but deep down, she’s a hopeless romantic, and she’s going to enjoy romantic poetry/songs/gestures, and any cheesy, sappy romance movies. She just won’t want anyone to know.

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

She’s stubborn, and doesn’t deal with anyone trying to control her, and will immediately push back against anything she views as an attempt for you to boss her around. While she does tend to be a bit possessive, she’s still quite independent, and doesn’t want to feel controlled in any way. She also has little patience for people who she views as incompetent or weak, and she doesn’t enjoy having to deal or put up with those she sees as beneath her.

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

She tends to struggle with sleeping, and is prone to staying up late. She’s also prone to tossing and turning at night, and generally finding it difficult to stay asleep for more than a few hours at most. However, she relaxes a bit if she’s next to you, and will often cuddle into you and find it a bit easier to doze off with you there next to her.

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