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🌈 june, 27, she/they lover of books, films, and plays @juneinthemeadows on ao3

[juneinthemeadows]

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Gale Dekarios

smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze 18+ (gale dekarios x fem!reader)

Baelor Targaryen

to be felled by you part i, part ii, part iii 18+ (baelor targaryen x fem!reader)

Gwayne Hightower

clandestine 18+ (gwayne hightower x fem!reader)

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[juneinthemeadows]

to be felled by you pt.iii - baelor targaryen x fem!reader (18+)

part i, part ii / read on ao3 / fics masterlist

summary: The sweltering summer heat wakes you early–but that just means you and Baelor have more time for each other in the morning.

author notes: 1400+ words of pure filth. technically part. iii, but it can be read as a stand-alone!

content notes/warnings: explicit sexual content, baelor targaryen x reader, baelor targaryen x you, plot with smut, pregnancy, pregnant sex, fingering, pinv sex, dirty talk, soft dom baelor, oral sex, choking, spanking, hair-pulling, sleeping naked, older man x younger woman, no use of Y/N, no beta read

word count: 1.4k words

dividers by @saradika-graphics and @strangergraphics

You could feel the heat of the sun hitting your bare skin even at this early hour in King's Landing.

Stirring, you hugged the cool bedsheets to your body, hoping the feeling of them might lull you back to sleep. But the air was already heavy with summer's warmth; you decided to just rest your eyes instead.

Baelor had suggested you go to Summerhall, where it was more pleasant at this time of year. You would be able to rest better there, he said. And he was probably right, but the idea of going to bed and waking without the feeling of his body next to yours...

That you might feel the first flutters of your child without him by your side...

The thought broke your heart. So you stayed in King's Landing.

A sweet warmth rose in you, and you placed your hand under your heart; you were not so far along, but the curve of your belly swelled a little more day by day.

Suddenly, you felt a hand over yours and Baelor's stubble against your shoulders. You smiled as he held you close, even despite the heat.

'Good morning, my love,' he murmured against your skin.

'Mmmm,' you turned your face so you could kiss him. There was something nice about waking early because of the summer: you could spend some more time together before Baelor had to leave to tend to his duties.

Some of these mornings were spent slowly, sunbathing together; he called for fresh fruit, and you broke your fast together.

Other times, he devoured you instead.

Those days, you could feel his passion even before you opened your eyes; he only reached over, and you already knew he woke up with his cock hard.

At first, he tried to hold back, afraid he'd hurt you or the babe. But you wanted him, too: seeing him desire you like that ignited a need that you suspected was enhanced by your pregnancy. You won't hurt me, you said to him, as you begged him to fuck you.

This morning, his hand gently caressed the small mound under your heart.

'How are we today?' he asked softly.

'Resting so well. Still no sign from the babe,' you shifted your head to see him, 'It's strange. Shouldn't it be...'

'I'm sure it's alright. It's early still,' he reassured you as he kept stroking your belly with his knuckles, 'Don't worry.'

You sighed, knowing he was right, but you couldn't help it. In some ways, you knew you wouldn't truly relax until you brought the child into the world. Baelor must have seen that in your eyes because he planted a kiss on your lips.

'What can I do for you?' he breathed softly.

He took his fingers and, with a featherlike touch, he ran his fingertips along your side; you slept naked because of the heat, and your skin felt especially sensitive these days. You shuddered.

'Hmm...' you sighed softly. It escaped your lips without warning: you couldn't help it when he caressed you like that. His fingers were barely touching you–just the tips of them glossing over your body–but the light tickle woke a hungry feeling in you.

'Is that good?' he asked of you, and you nodded. His hand ran along your spine, and your body trembled under it.

He'd do this for as long as he could, watching and marveling as your body, out of your control, chased the movement of his hands like the disturbed surface of water. He'd listen as long as he could to your sighs that grew from pleased to desperate; he denied you his full touch as long as he was able to.

It amazed you when you first realized what this did to you. He barely had to touch you, and by the end, you were writhing and moaning from just the soft brush of his fingertips on your skin. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he spread your legs and stared at the wet mess your cunt had become.

Perhaps it was the pregnancy that made you more sensitive; you couldn't know. You pressed your thighs together as you felt the slickness grow between them now.

Baelor pressed his mouth to your ears.

'What am I going to see when I open you up?'

His knuckles were brushing from your waist back up to your neck. You whined softly at the sensation.

'I'm already soaked for you–' you uttered, fingers digging into the pillows. You could feel his hardness pressing into your back; he hid it better, but this had an effect on him too. It was only a question of time when he broke.

'Don't even have to touch you to make you act like this,' he whispered in your ear.

His hand trailed lower and lower, then rested on your backside.

You angled yourself, beckoning him to feel between your legs; he moved his fingers there. You were drenched, and his fingers running against you made an obscene sound. You could feel his hot breath against your neck as you pushed yourself to him.

'Is that all you'd like?' he inquired, already knowing the answer.

'No...'

'What else then?'

'You...' you could barely form the words. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you thought of how quickly he could undo you.

'Ask nicely,' he put up a good fight, but you could hear that his breath was ragged, and he was pressing his hips to you. You loved knowing how much he, too, needed you.

'Please fuck me, Baelor,' you breathed, 'make me yours again...'

He tore himself away from you, rolling you onto your back. Hovering above you, he kissed you greedily. Then, he moved his mouth lower until he reached your breasts, and when he took them in his mouth, you let out a cry. You were so sensitive, dull pain mixing with pleasure. He stayed like that for a while, licking and kissing your nipples, making you sob when his teeth grazed your hard peaks.

When he had had enough of teasing you, he straightened up and ran his hand over your belly. You knew he was looking at it; the evidence of what he'd done to you. His caress was gentle and so soft, but the desire in his eyes and his painfully erect length gave away how turned on he was by the sight of his pregnant wife.

You conceived that day in Ashford, when he finally came back to you; you were so caught up in relief and spending all your attention on nursing him back to health, you didn't even notice. After a few weeks at Ashford, you all went to Summerhall for Baelor to finish his recovery. It was there that you realized, but you dared not tell him till more time had passed and you were back in King's Landing; you did not wish to tempt fate.

In truth, you were still scared sometimes that you'd wake from a dream.

But as you lay there under the gaze of your husband, you couldn't think of that now. His eyes shifted lower from your belly to the sight of your glistening cunt. You held your breath as he leaned down, and when you felt his stubble between your thighs, you threw your head back.

The teasing from earlier and the combination of his tongue on you had you rutting on his face soon, and with your release still on his beard, he flipped you around so you were on your knees now.

He already knew you liked to be taken this way; passionate, sweet, devoted at first, then rough. You knew he wouldn't get as harsh now that you were with child, as before: when he'd grab your neck as he pumped into you from the back; when his fingers would tangle in your hair, holding you in place for him; when his hand would meet your ass in loud strikes. You loved knowing that the man who held you tenderly could also treat you like that.

Now he held back, but still gave you what you wanted. He fucked you from behind slowly, hands digging into your ass. You hoped they would leave a mark; you loved the signs on your body that you were his. The proof of his claim on you in your womb; the marks of his fingers digging into your ass that he'd kiss afterwards. They would never be enough for you.

He soon came spilling onto your stomach, and you thanked the summer heat for rousing you and gifting you these hours before everything else-duty, the Realm, and business called.

These mornings when your husband was yours alone.

[dailyfoodlovers]

Today I jerked it to the most beautiful thing in the world. A bouquet of 100 red roses

[juneinthemeadows]

tbfby!reader in pt.ii when she wakes up and baelor is gone again

[juneinthemeadows]

Loveeed to be felled by youu, its soo good both part i and ii

Thank you so much!! 💕

[juneinthemeadows]

hey so to be felled by you pt.iii concept kicked down the door, barged in my office, and held me at knifepoint just now, so yeah I guess it’s coming soon

[juneinthemeadows]

all the fics are on ao3 now!!

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[juneinthemeadows]

y’all lite rally what was in the air during this interview??? the smile? the eye contact? the head tilt? the way his smile then slowly disappears as he is listening to the interviewer??

hot

[vekharious]

when i hate all of my dunk arts i remember that a beaver is building dams not because it likes to but because it is a beaver

[juneinthemeadows]

they were gay together. as all know

[juneinthemeadows]

you best believe when I get to my cyberpunk 2077 fic writing era Johnny’s gonna get slapped around

[juneinthemeadows]

here’s the songs I kept on loop while I wrote my fics:

- to be felled by you pt.i (baelor x reader): Hozier - NFWMB

- to be felled by you pt.ii (baelor x reader): Hozier - Talk

- clandestine (gwayne hightower x reader): Taylor Swift - ivy & illicit affairs

- smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze (gale dekarios x reader): Hozier - Too Sweet & Eat Your Young

in case you wanted to vibe as you read!! :)

[juneinthemeadows]

oh helaena sweet darling girl <3 also emma d’arcy absolutely owned this episode whew

[juneinthemeadows]

monday confession: i’m really into cyberpunk 2077 so at one point i probably will get unbelievably not normal about silverv

[juneinthemeadows]

clandestine | gwayne hightower x fem!reader (18+)

update: read on ao3

summary: Your father wants you to marry the most powerful eligible lord, but your heart is Gwayne Hightower's

author notes: aka. what if we took two world champions of extreme yearning, put them in the Olympics, and told them to break the world record

content notes/warnings: extreme yearning championships, very angsty, it turned out to be a bit sad!, but oh so freaky, bittersweet, forbidden love, knight x reader, gwayne hightower x reader, gwayne hightower x you, explicit sexual content, fingering, oral sex, blowjob, mouth covering, sneaking around, dirty talk, pussyjob, begging, semi-public sex, no use of Y/N, no beta read

word count: 800+ words

dividers by @saradika-graphics and @strangergraphics

You and Gwayne both knew that as long as you lived, you'd look for each other everywhere. In every great hall, at every tourney, in every crowd.

You could lock yourself away, hide the keys, and you'd crawl your way back to him with your bare hands. You could run away to the forests, and you'd hear his voice in every breeze till the end of time.

In the beginning, you attempted to stop: tried to be the good daughter, the perfect, pure lady. But it was all for naught. So the next time he held your gaze across the room before slipping off, you knew right away where to find him.

If you saw him in the corridor, you tried to keep your poise as you passed by each other, only for him to pull you by the hand at the last minute and sweep you to a hidden alcove. With his mouth hungry on you, he devoured you in secret, making you come for him in the shadows.

There were days when you wished someone would catch you in the act, so that it could all be done with. You would give up everything if it meant you could have each other. You'd rather be cast out forever than be denied his touch. But you knew he'd never do that to you.

Let them see how much you love me...

You thought, as he pushed you against the cold stone walls.

Let them see what I let you do to me...

You thought as he filled you with his fingers better than you knew anyone ever would.

You were all at a tourney in King's Landing, and your father was ever busy trying to create a match. He was intent on making the richest, most powerful eligible lord your husband. He paraded you around on his arm, dressed in the most beautiful gowns; you were like a picture of the Maiden herself.

The suitors were plenty; your days were filled with forced smiles and strolls in the gardens that felt like they would never end.

At night, you chafed your knees as you knelt in front of Gwayne, taking his cock in your mouth.

When the tourney ended, things would be changed forever. Each night, you already began to dread the morning because it meant you had that much less time.

Your father would never let you marry him. The son of a second son was not good enough for him, not even if he was a Hightower. Your eyes filled with tears as you were pressed against the wall, with Gwayne's breath in your ears and his hands on you.

'I only want you,' you gasped, as he reached under your skirt.

'I know,' he said as he slipped his hand into your undergarments. You were so unbelievably wet for him, like someone who hadn't been touched for years. It was a thirst that only he could quench.

The way he moved his fingers on you made your head spin, and you bucked against his hand. It was painful to know that you couldn't have him fully; the thought made your entire body ache for whatever you could get.

He placed his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, and that made your heart beat faster. He kept fingering you as he hushed you, and it was all so much; you came, letting out muffled moans against his palm.

He then turned you around, and you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. He buried his face in your hair as he slid his cock against your cunt, never pushing in. This was the furthest he let himself go; every time, you ached as he dragged himself against you, rutting until he managed to make himself come from the friction. Today, you wanted more.

'Take me, Gwayne,' you begged him, 'ruin me for everyone else.'

'Don't say that,' his voice broke. You knew he wanted to, but he could never forgive himself if he did.

'Make me yours,' you continued, as you felt him get so close to your entrance each time, then pull back, 'spoil me so they can't steal me from you...'

But you knew he wouldn't. And still, you were his. There was no need for anything else for that to be true. You knew it like you knew you were alive. Even if they made you marry another, your soul would remain tethered to him forever.

When he was close, you took him in your mouth, and he finished on your tongue, not leaving a single trace of your tryst behind. As he held you in his arms, neither of you wanting to return to your reality, he softly stroked your hair.

'They will not steal you for me,' he whispered.

Like a vow, he sealed it with a kiss on your lips.

[juneinthemeadows]

the poor maester who comes to check on baelor to make sure he is still alive in tbfby pt.ii and sees reader bouncing on it:

[juneinthemeadows]

I think tbfby!reader being from an ancient house obviously is familiar with the kind of philosophies and traditions that the Targaryens are not so at home with. She also knows how other nobles and the smallfolk see the Targs, so when she first stepped foot in the Red Keep she immediately was like yep, y’all are weird and psychotic, everyone else is right. Whenever Aerion breathes she counts to 10 to stop herself from strangling him. If she was in the room when Maekar went “what the fuck is a trial of seven” she would have given him the biggest loudest most insane side eye

[elgreytea]

What are you reading rn, why are you reading it, and what format are you reading it in (physical book, ereader, on your phone etc)