Hello and welcome to my blog! My name is Alexandra (she/her) I am an American living in China. I'm a trailing spouse to an international teacher which means I have a lot of free time. I spend my days writing fanfics and posting deranged shit on the internet. I am never beating the "does not spend her time wisely" allegations made by my 4th grade teacher.
Master List
I write for Rings of Power. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms and Star Wars. Requests are open.
I will write for pretty much any Tolkien, AKOTSK and Star Wars character, but I will not write incest or minor/adult relationships. Please be patient with me when making requests! I will try my best to answer them as quickly as possible! I will close requests if I have too many piling up.
Below you will find my master list.
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Maekar Targaryen
His Princess (Maekar x F! Wife Reader)
Rings of Power
Celebrimbor
Troll Hunting (Celebrimbor x F! Wife)
Calm Within the Chaos (Celebrimbor x F! Wife) One Shot
Accident at the Anvil (Celebrimbor x F! Reader) One Shot
My Heart (Celebrimbor x F! Reader) One Shot
NSFW Alphabet (Celebrimbor)
Threads of Fate Celebrimbor & Gil-galad x F! Reader) COMPLETE Chapters 1 and 2 - Chapters 3 and 4 - Chapters 5 and 6 - Chapters 7 and 8 - Chapters 9 and 10 - Chapters 11 and 12 - Chapters 13 and 14 - Chapters 15 and 16 - Chapters 17 and 18 - Chapters 19 and 20 - Chapters 21 and 22 - Chapters 23 and 24 - Chapters 25 and 26
Gil-galad
The Pain of Parting (Gil-galad x F! Reader) One Shot
synopsis: Maekar (and his brother) teaches his Wife how to defend at her own hand, purely for his own peace of mind.
word count: 1,661
warnings: 18+ mdni, female reader, no use of Y/N, readers looks are un-described, suggestive sexual themes, kissing, fighting, play fighting, (real world) inaccurate self defense, woman + wife as terms of endearment. (reader is a legal adult) REMEMBER - YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT AND MEDIA YOU CHOOSE TO CONSUME
DISCLAIMER: All themes, plot, images used in general and characters from A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms + elsewhere belong to the rightful owners, I hold no rights to the original media - but my writing belongs to me.
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The chambers you shared in the Redkeep were vast, colder in nature than that of yours in Summerhall in the sense that they did not feel your own. The cavernous space allowed for movement however, and Maekar was taking advantage of this structural change away from prying eyes.
“Again.” He ordered, his body hovering above your own from where your back lay pressed against one of the many expensive carpets that adorned the place. You couldn’t help the groan that escaped you, trousers and a tunic hanging loosely from your damp frame, sweat sticking hairs to your skin as you grumbled in annoyance. “I am not denying I will be attacked husband, being married to a man with a mouth like yours its bound to happen- however slamming me into a stone floor is not going to make me want to practice with you.” You rolled onto your stomach, throwing a glare in his direction as his hand made contact with your arse, the smack echoing off of the chamber walls as he went from kneeling to standing. “Lose the attitude woman, I’m doing you a favour.” The eye roll he threw you in reciprocation did not escape your gaze as he hauled you to stand. “Hit me, come on.”
You aimed your leg straight between his own all too quickly, however he caught your thigh before it could make any true contact. “I said hit me, not permanently damage my cock.” He shouted, releasing your thigh and pushing you back, forcing you to stumble lightly at the force. “I thought you said any contact is better than none, husband.” He scoffed, “Do not use my words against me. In a genuine attack yes hit wherever necessary, however in this bedchamber when it is your husband and his cock, do not damage what you know you will grieve.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as he ordered again, “turn around, we will do this differently if you cannot hit me as I am asking you.” Complying, you turned to face the door. “Now when you feel me close, do as I have showed you. And if you do it properly I will be on the floor, not you.”
You waited until you felt his breath hot against your neck before throwing your elbow back into his ribs, his bicep coming around your throat you felt the urge to bite him just to teach him a lesson. “I know what you’re thinking, don’t you dare bite me, do this properly.”
“I am!” You yelled, yet he had you on your knees before pressing you chest down into the floor, the muscles of his own chest flushed against your back as he caged you. “An intruder would slam you to the floor, I have lowered you out of kindness. Anyone bold enough to attack a Princess will not have mercy, wife.” Using the leverage of is bicep under your jaw he forced your neck up, tilting your head back until your eyes met his own. He pressed a hungry kiss to your lips as his teeth dug into the lower one, a whimper escaping you from the overwhelming sensation of his entire body overs yours, his possessive nature, his need to teach you. Distracted by the kiss and the sight of your body pliant under his control he seemed to underestimate the power of your legs. You pulled your lips from his own, tucking your mouth and nose into the crook of his elbow and elbowing him, causing his hold to slip entirely. Taking his surprise as advantage you turned onto your back before wrapping your thighs around his waist and flipping him underneath you as you now straddled his hips, wrists pinned to the floor above his head. You could not help the proud smug smirk that encased your plump lips, even Maekar grinned lightly with a nod. “Well played, but you cannot seduce an intruder as you would me.”
“But I still did it.”
“You did.”
The door jolted and swung open, Baelor stood in its wake as he eyed the state of the pair of you on the floor. “Am I interrupting something?” He questioned, watching as you released your husband’s wrists but instead they fell to your hips. “Not at all, brother.” Maekar sat up beneath you as you crawled out of his lap to stand, allowing him to do the same. Maekar shut the door behind his brother, taking the book of legislations from his hands and placing it on the bed. “She won’t take me seriously, attack her as if you were an intruder.”
Baelor raised an eyebrow, eyeing your clearly physically exerted state and Maekar’s withering patience. “You want me to attack your wife?” Baelor asked, as if it were a trap, he knew his brother well and he wouldn’t put it past Maekar to suddenly change his mind and fight his brother for even attempting to lay a finger on you. While Baelor definitely succeeded in combat, he did not take pleasure in it, and he certainly would get no pleasure out of attacking his sister-by-law. “That’s what I said isn’t it? She needs to learn and clearly I am a biased teacher.” You shrugged “I’m doing well!” You protested, “There is no need for you to attack me.”
“Do it.” Maekar ordered again, eyes narrowed solely on his brother. You wouldn’t seduce Baelor, nor attempt to- lest in front of your own husband anyway. Baelor sighed, loosening his doublet and the cuffs at his wrists, “Seven hells you’re not actually going to do it!” Your eyes wide, your brother-by-law was proper, cared far too much for his image yet here he was ready to attack you as if he were an intruder solely because his brother asked him to. “You should learn, I taught Jena. It will be fine. You can hit me.” The groan of frustration that left you seemingly only brought amusement to him. “There are many tourneys coming, if you wish to be allowed the company of your own presence, I would suggest you pay attention. Otherwise it will be back to the company of the Kings Guard trailing you.”
You huffed, readying yourself “But don’t pull my hair, that hurts.”
“If you’re being attacked, wife, it’s going to hurt.”
“Alright, alright I won’t pull your hair. I’ll just grab you.”
And what a liar he was. He had you against the wall in seconds as you writhed “I don’t like this anymore you two don’t even give me the chance!” Baelor just shook his head, “Breathe. Think about what you are doing, where I am touching you. If I am touching your arms use your legs, if I am pressing on your chest and not your neck, consider head butting. It’s about process of elimination and balancing your actions to counteract the attackers.”
“I’d knee you in the cock but Maekar said I can’t do that unless it’s actually an intruder.”
“Will you focus on what you are doing!” Maekar shouted, he was watching the other side of the room. From this outside perspective he could see how truly helpless you looked against Baelor, and it pained him to think of what you would look like in the given situation if it wasn’t his own brother, rather someone with genuine intent to hurt you.
“Here.” Baelor loosened his grip, “bring the back of your ankle to my thigh here. If you use enough force it will make a persons leg feel dead weight. It’s a pressure point. Do as I’ve told you.” Following the instruction you did, causing Baelor’s leg to bend unwillingly as he let go of you entirely, falling to one knee with a wince. “See. One move and now you’re free to attack me in return, or run. Which is what I would advise you to do. Not to mention make noise. Break things, scream, shout. Bang against the walls if you must. Anything to draw attention.” He rose to stand, brushing off his knees. “We had an intruder break into our bedchamber once. Jena was alone. She drew the attention of the Kings Guard by smashing the chamber window. An expensive fix but worth nothing in comparison to her life. In that situation you must do what is necessary.” You sighed, nodding your head lightly. You could understand why Baelor took both his and Jena’s safety so seriously given all they’d been through. Not to mention the attacks from the Blackfyres pre-rebellion. “You’ll get better with time, just take it more seriously. You are well protected, but you should know no hand safer than your own.” He squeezed your shoulder gently before going and retrieving his legislations, “I’ll find you later, brother.”
When the door had swung shut behind him, you turned to watch him go. Now rather it was Maekar who had taken you genuinely by surprise, catching you entirely off guard. You thought, you felt, and he did not win this time. Instead he ended up sort of crumpled on the floor, you would have felt bad had you not been beaming with pride. “Yes! I did it! Now I am going to bathe.” You bragged, yet Maekar reached for your ankle and pulled you to the floor, dragging you underneath him, his beard now tickling your cheek. “I am losing patience with you woman. I just want you to be safe.” He grunted, kissing your cheek to your lips. He suffocated you with his mouth, drawing your breath from within your lungs to his own, consuming you entirely. You pulled away gasping lightly as you pressed your forehead into his own, “I did well. I am learning. But now I am tired, can we not pick this up on the morrow, we’ve been at it for hours.” A kiss to your jaw, then another to your collarbone he travelled, devouring with each fluttering contact made between you.
“Alright, wife. As you wish.”
A/N: guys i tried to incorporate a little bit more of baelor into this maekar fic, in the future what would we think of a baelor x reader x maekar? let me know your thoughts (and whether you’d want reader married to one or the other- or both i’m not fussy). anyways as always: requests open, likes, comments, reblogs and any interactions at all are always always appreciated. take care everyone!!
synopsis: A rare lazy morning in bed with your beloved husband
word count: 777
trope: husband x wife
warnings: smut, p in v, woman used as term of endearment, reader is a legal adult, no use of Y/N, lazy morning sex basically. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! REMEMBER - YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT AND MEDIA THAT YOU CHOOSE TO CONSUME
DISCLAIMER: All themes, plot, images used and characters from A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms + elsewhere belong to the rightful owners, I hold no rights to the original media - but my writing belongs to me
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You were firmly pressed into your husband’s chest, the white hair that coated the hard planes tickled your bare breasts as one of his large hands wound into the hair at the nape of your neck. A small whimper left your lips as you roused from your slumber, suddenly feeling unusually full. “Shh, s’alright. Just me.” Your husband grumbled, his beard brushing your forehead as he slowly rocked his hips, cock forcing its way impossibly further into your tight heat. His lips pressed gently against your brow as his eyes squeezed tightly shut as ever loudly growing grunts and groans begun to spill from his lips.
Maekar was rarely a man who stayed long in bed after the sun rose, as much as he often wished to lounge duty called him more often than not, especially when visiting the Red Keep. However, you were not in the Red Keep this spring morning. You were hauled up in Summerhall Estate, the wet morning air of the Stormlands coated all outside the window, the smell of spring damp filled your nostrils as the wind pushed it through the cracked open casement, the fog covered the grass of the gardens like a thick sheet of cloth kissing close to the glass of it.
The sloppy suckling on your neck brought you back into your bed, your mind drifting back to the man inside of you, as his free hand begun to work on your clit. A pathetically quiet whine rolled from your throat as his hand drew your head further back, allowing him greater access to the underside of your jaw as it met your neck, “So quiet this morning.” He murmured, another grunt leaving him. “Nothing to say?”
“Kiss me.” Your voice was breathless, the dusty haze of sleep still heavily present in your eyes, your voice being so pliant and gentle as a soft smile graced his stony features “Hm, that I can do.” His lips met your own, far too hungry, too desperate for such an ungodly, early hour. The grate of his teeth piercing your lower lip startled you more to reality as you pushed yourself up, his body moving with yours, so that he rested against the pillows and his cock pushed into you impossibly further as he willed you to ride him. Your soft hands palmed at his firm chest, his own calloused ones falling lower to rest on your hips as he pressed his feet into the mattress and met your movements slowly.
The sensation was consuming, the way he allowed you to set the pace without complaint. The way he watched your lips part with each breathy moan as his cock kissed your cervix, eyes clenched shut as you in time begun to clench around him. “Maekar.” His name left your lips before you knew what you were saying, “I know, I can feel- fuck I can feel all of you.” His voice was so deep it was almost hoarse, the morning rasp still had him, gods his voice. It did things to you, especially most when it was so husky on those mornings when you awoke from a previous night of few words. “You’re fighting it, god’s please don’t- I need you to cum for me.” He rasped, your pace had quickened now, as had his own, a silent plea for you to release so that he could follow suit. One of your hands scraped up to his jaw, pressing your thumb against his lips. He parted them, taking your thumb between his lips and biting it lightly, coaxing a lazy smile onto your face between the moans. Unable to cope with the nearing overstimulation anymore, his thumb circling your clit thoroughly, you let yourself go entirely, a loud moan escaping you as you released his face and pressing your own as far into his neck as you could go.
“Fuck, Wife.” He grumbled, eyes squeezing shut, his own release following soon after as he filled you. His movements slowed but they did not still, riding you both through your highs as your fingernails dug red crescents into any part of him you could grasp to ground yourself. “Too much-” The plea fell from you, he knew it was too much, and too early, he could feel what he was doing to you, not only through being so deep inside of you but by how tightly you clung onto him, teeth gritting together harshly. He stilled gently, your mixed releases leaking between your thighs sloppily. Tenderly his hands brushed your stray hairs from your face, his lips finding your forehead as praises begun to fall from his lips,
“My perfect woman.”
A/N: guys I've never published smut before so I apologise if this is a load of shite
Summary: A knight questions your honesty and Maekar gets very angry. >:-/
You sat at the large oak table in the council chamber, hands clasped gently together in your lap as your eyes moved from lord to lord.
You hated this.
Not the speaking in front of everyone, you could do that when you must. You hated having the attention of so many men directed at you.
To your left, Prince Maekar sat rigid in his chair, eyes fixed on you. One hand lightly resting over the sheath of his dagger at his hip. Annoyance was radiating off of him like the heat of a fire.
King Daeron sat at the head of the table, relaxed and seemingly unbothered by the matter at hand.
"You are certain of what you saw?" Daeron asked you gently.
You nodded once. "Yes, Your Grace. I am certain." your eyes darted to the corner where Ser Talman stood, his eyes boring holes into you.
"I saw Ser Talman let them through the gates himself."
Murmers began to spread around the council chamber at your words.
Ser Talman's face darkened. "That is impossible." he spat.
You looked towards him, meeting his eyes. "I only speak what I witnessed."
"You speak falsely." Ser Talman hissed.
Maekar's chair scraped violently across the stone floor as he jumped to his feet.
"You dare call my princess a liar?" He barked.
His words came out so loudly they echoed off the stone wall.
Your heart gave a little flutter at my princess.
Not the princess.
Not my wife.
He'd called you my princess.
"I merely mean-" Ser Talman began.
"I heard what you meant!" Meakar's voice was low now, contempt threaded through every word. "You accuse my wife of deceit in my father's own council?"
"Maekar..." King Daeron spoke his name as a calm warning.
Heat rose to your cheeks as you prayed to every god in the Seven Kingdom's that no one noticed.
"No insult was intended to you, Your Grace." Ser Talman sputtered.
"There was. You simply regret letting your traitorous thoughts escape your lips." Maekar spat.
You should have been upset or offended at the events unfolding in the council, but instead you were fighting the urge to smile like an idiot.
Maekar stood there ready to tear apart the realm because someone had questioned your honesty.
Gods, you adored him.
"Enough! No one here doubts the princess's word." The King's voice was final.
Maekar gave one last disgusted look at Ser Talman and then sat back down stiffly, the fury remaining etched on his face the rest of council.
His hand found yours under the table and gave your wrist a brief brush with his finger. Silently checking that you were okay.
The council moved on, discussion turning back to border disputes, taxes and various other worries of the crown.
You heard very little of it. Every few moments your mind replayed "my princess".
By the time council was dismissed you were sure you were going to die of love sickness.
The moment you stepped into the corridor outside Maekar muttered "That man is a fucking fool."
The smile you'd been biting back finally broke across your face.
Maekar narrowed his eyes. "What?"
"Nothing." you said
"Why are you smiling like that?"
You shrugged, feigning innocence.
Maekar stopped walking. "That man insulted you, and you're smiling." his frown deepened.
"I know." you said simply.
"And?" Maekar pushed.
"And I know you would have fed him his teeth if the king had allowed it." You said smiling up at him.
Maekar let out a grunt in agreement. "Still doesn't explain why you are smiling like a fool."
"I like what you said." you admitted with a shrug.
"What I said?" Maekar questioned, totally lost.
You could barely look at him. Heat was creeping up your neck thinking back at his words. Were you really going to have to spell it out for him?
"You called me your princess." You said staring down at the stone floor, unable to make eye contact with your husband.
"You are my princess." He said flatly and slightly annoyed. As if it were a painfully obvious fact he was explaining to someone he deemed touched in the head.
The simple certainty in it nearly cracked what little composure you had left.
"Gods Maekar. " You groaned at his obliviousness.
Maekar slid his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him.
"All I did was speak the truth." He said with a rare, small smile.
"Well...you can not say things like that in front of everyone." You whispered.
Maekar raised an eyebrow and leaned down slightly. "Why not?"
"Because...." you were unable to look at him again.
"Because?" He pried.
"Because it makes me want to kiss you." You admitted.
"What are you waiting for then, woman. Kiss me." He said bluntly.
"No! There are people nearby, and..." your voice trailed off.
Maekar looked down the corridor. "No one but servants in this hall." He muttered.
"Still. It's improper." you insisted.
"Gods woman! You think I declared you my princess before a room full of knights and lords of the realm to grow shy about it now?" A soft expression formed on his face that appeared only for you.
You looked around once more before rising carefully to your toes.
Maekar bent down to met you halfway, one large hand steading your waist.
The kiss was soft and brief. You felt the way Maekar melted into it. Some of the tension and fury leaving his shoulders the instant your lips touched his.
When he pulled back he smiled down at you. "Come." The word came out rough and low. "Before some Lord walks by and thinks me a love sick boy."
