Hello all! I'm making just a simple post to kind of I guess explain this blog. You can call me Scarlett, I'm 21. Everything about this blog is 18+ no matter what! But those who fall under that feel free to interact with me and request fics (i generally write requests based on my fixations) since that is something I would like to try! I'm getting back into all of this so hopefully much more to come as my personal life allows!
Requests:
I am currently taking requests for AKOTSK & House of the Dragon. I am comfortable writing smut, but will not write smut containing gore, bestiality, anything underage, or anything disturbingly immoral. What I write will probably vary in length. Please feel free to drop a request!
i have so many horny daeron thoughts, but the one i keep thinking about really lazy sex with him. doesn't have to be just when he's drunk, but maybe you're both sleepy and he's gently rutting into you from behind. or maybe it's just lazy him grinding his hard dick on you or you're grinding on his thighs. just sleepy, blissful, and lazy. soft movements and softer whimpers type shit.
Rating: NSFW
A/N: HEY MY BRAIN CELLS ARE SPARKING TODAY FINALLY. Also no me did not beta just hornt. Short and sweet hope you like!💛he’s tapping out like 2 dry o’s later and then wants to cry and cuddle and suck on boobs
Tags: pwp, established relationship, slight somno, multiple o’s, rutting, lazy indulgent mwah, Daeron’s super sopping wet needy noodle, sweet mornings hehe, very fluffy, extra pathetic seasoning, praise kink
You roused, eyes bleary and unfocused. You blinked a few times as the sun began to filter through the lowered drapes. A familiar body was behind you, breathing slowed, his long arm draped over you.
You scrunched your eyes shut at the faint pangs of your head aching. Along in the apex of your thighs. Gods. You didn’t move, slowly coming to your senses.
You indulged in too much wine with Daeron last night. A rare occurrence as his ‘stuffy’ wife that had to manage Summerhall as Daeron couldn’t be arsed. Daeron nuzzled into your mussed hair, breathing slowed and occasionally hitching. His hand gripped your hip harder, long fingers digging into your flesh.
Seven hells.
You glanced down to his hand. Daeron was not awake, that was for sure. His eyes were closed, face blissful as he whined all tender and sweet, hips slowly rolling against your arse. Your cheeks flushed at feeling how dampened your shift was from however the hell long Daeron had been spending and leaking all over your arse. You’d kept him on a short leash lately— the prince was pent up.
Hm. Better than nightmares and tears. Even if this was a right mess.
Your cunt ached. You rolled back against his hard cock and earned a soft whimper of your name, his hips stuttering. Daeron gripped harder, voice soft and sleepy, “Love, mm- feel s’good. Need…” He broke off again as you gently rolled your arse against his throbbing cock.
Reaching down, you laced your fingers with Daeron’s. You hummed, brushing your thumb over his larger hand. Daeron huffed, jerked his hips with a desperate whimper. You indulged him a little longer before you had your own ideas surfacing. Your sweet, wayward prince was delightful like this. Not haunted, in the present, focused on pleasure and feeling good. You almost felt bad, you would’ve tended to his needs sooner. But Daeron’s sleepy mumbling and pretty moans threw that out the window.
Good things come to those who wait.
“Daeron.”
A jerk of his hips, his strong nose behind your ear.
“Daeron, sweetling, wake up.”
You reached behind you to give a gentle tug of his sandy hair— your husband gasping and going shock still. You peered over to meet his periwinkle eyes, a gentle smile on your heated face. This wasn’t the first time he’d needed to be locked away and worked out thoroughly— Daeron relaxed at your shrug and hum, looking less bewildered at the lack of judgement.
In a more conscious state your prince spoke, raspy and soft as he kissed at your throat. “Mm, I was having a good dream, albeit you were doing more than letting me rut at you like a green boy.”
His hand slipped up your thigh, getting a good squeeze of your thighs. He moaned, lashes fluttering, pretty mouth hung open. Even with that dreadful scar from the accursed tourney, his sensual mood softened his edges, if he really had them much else besides to keep people at arm’s length.
“You needed it, green boy or not. You’ve soaked my shift beloved. That full up?”
He sighed, eyes closed as he murmured, breath fanning over your shoulder, his fingers fiddling with the ties. Daeron continued to rub his flush cock across the seed soaked fabric over your ass. He mumbled, “Mm, drags good, so soft, you’re so soft.”
Your lips quirked up as he whimpered softly, your hand adjusting the one feeling you up under your shift to your plush clit. You turned awkwardly to get at Daeron’s bitten lips, kissing, whispering, “Might drag better if you just slip in.” He whined outright as you pulled your defiled shift to your waist. You opened your thighs wide enough for Daeron’s leaking cock to nestle at the snug area where your thighs met and core leaked.
He whimpered, rutting a few times as Daeron gasped, moving faster.
“Fuck- dear- ah- ah- s’damn wet my love. Fuck, Gods.”
You slowed him down with a lazy kiss, tongues brushing against eachother in an age old dance. You stroked his arm as you hummed, “Take it in, no rush, it’s only the morn.” Daeron audibly swallowed, voice weak as he panted, “Wanna…mm, just stay here…” His eyes lolled.
Pretty boy.
Your eyes slipped shut as the blonde’s cockhead brushed your swollen bud. You cooed, gently leaning into his movements. “You can stay, we can lay here, make love, make a mess…my sweet prince.
Daeron’s hips slid back and forth as you lulled him into a state of mindless pleasure. Daeron kept it slow like you said— a few reminders now and then. He’d squeeze you, bury that handsome face against the nape of your name as he panted and mewled in dizzying relief.
“Love you, oh, oh- love, how I love you,” Daeron babbled and canted his hips upward. He whimpered and carried on as you made sure to draw his pleasure out. You got closer with every needy plea and whine from his lips. Such a cute little slut, all yours now.
You reached behind you, arching with a breathy moan, “Close, love you, keep going baby, keep going. Don’t you stop.”
He groaned, forehead pressing on your shoulder.
“I- nghhh- I dunno,” Daeron whispered, dark brows furrowing as he trembled, spilled more pre across your flushed lips. You had to turn back again, your husbands shaking hand at your cheek. You pecked his lips, amusement in your chest as he chased you with a displeased noise.
“Shh, I’m not going anywhere. Be a sweet baby and make me come, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he echoed, blinking glassy periwinkle eyes. His hair was messy, fucked truly. You smiled at him, instructing gently, “Mm, good boy, yeah, right there love, can you feel it?”
He groaned, circling his fingers.
“Can you feel me?” You asked again, more firm.
Daeron shuddered as you clenched around him, more of your own arousal and Daeron’s pre mixing together to create slick, heady noises. He rasped, eyes shutting with a mewl, tears welling in those lovely expressive eyes. He leaned towards your ear, voice wrecked, “So close, oh, I feel you, so tight baby, please don’t go…”
“Not going anywhere Dare.”
You smiled, feeling that precipice rise in your molten belly as Daeron lost more and more composure. You kissed him with heady intoxication, lapping into his warm mouth, tasting the spices lingering from that Dornish wine. His thumb continued to circle your most intimate parts, cock stimulating everything else. It was a tangle of limbs, moans, drawn out cries and euphoria in the morning haze.
Daeron huffed, holding you tight as he pled all sweet and saccharine. Nothing like an eldest prince, an heir. They were supposed to fuck and claim. Daeron was close enough to a boy whore from Oldtown who simpered and pressed his pretty cock for a lick of coin.
Well. He didn’t need coin. But your sweet prince loved affection and feeling good, not having to think so much.
“Please, longer, more, hurt s’all good,” Daeron slurred. His eyes were glassy, teary, his cheeks flushed and damp. You kissed his darkened lips again, arching as a line of pleasure rolled up your back.
Fine. Good things come to those who wait.
“Alright baby, yeah,” you breathed, meeting his eyes with delirious dilated pupils and a lazy grin, “We’ll sit here all afternoon until you’re crying for me to stop.”
He nodded, inhaling eagerly at the promise, cock spurting more against your heated flesh at the idea. You caressed his cheek, perfectly content with a day escaping the ever mounting friction outside of your chambers. Daeron pressed his lips to yours eagerly, tongue sliding in to lap for a few moments. He pulled back, the blonde breathing, “Yes, need that love, need you. Need you so bad.”
You cupped his cheek, eyes on his as you replied, “Go ahead darling, all you need. Wanna hear, feel, see how perfect you are. Do it for me.”
He whined ‘fuck’ before attaching himself to your throat— the day a blissful reprieve and dedication to the pair of your own unfulfilled, long ignored needs. Daeron stiffened as you finally clenched hard as his oversensitive tip was caught in the vice of your cunt and thinks.. He sniffled, gasped, stiffened before crying out as hot spend splattered against your thighs and swollen intimates, flush and needy with arousal.
“Good boy, keep going, I think I’ll wait…”
Daeron laughed deliriously, pressing lush kisses to any exposed skin as the blonde returned to soft panting, moans, babbled and leisurely rutting.
Please feel free to also send in requests for other characters!! And pretty please let it be Lyonel, I need an excuse. ***smut
Daeron the Dreamer:
Comfort For A Dreamer (fem!reader)
What Does the Dreamer's Wife Dream Of? (fem!reader)***
Overwhelmed Daeron (fem!reader)
Childhood Friends with Daeron (fem!reader)
Daeron "Eating" Thoughts (fem!reader)***
Daeron Smutty Thoughts Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt.3, Pt.4***
Ser Duncan the Tall:
Tales of a Hedge Knight: Resting In Good Company (Duncan the Tall x OC) [On AO3]
Chapter 1 - Out of the Rain, Into the Cottage
Chapter 2 - Fools at Work
Chapter 3 - Hedge Knights and Lowborn Ladies
Chapter 4 - Picnics and Quick Dips
Chapter 5 - WIP
daeron really likes cockwarming. sometimes it is as a way to stay with you, to just be with you, and inside of you. other times its simply because he can't get it up due to his drinking, but still wants to be inside of you. anything to be in you really.
This was meant to be short and sweet but I got carried away…
Smut! MDNI
Daeron lay curled around his drowsy wife, his hands wandering lazily—kneading her breasts, the soft fat of her stomach and hips, his lips brushing slow kisses against her shoulder. His hips rut softly against the curve of her backside, slow and patient, She made a tired little sound at the attention, too sleepy to protest, only sinking further into him.
His fingers slipped beneath the edge of her nightdress, easing the fabric higher as his mouth trailed along her side in soft kisses, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her small cloth, pulling it down. “This alright petal?” he murmurs, wine on his breath. She answered with a sleepy nod.
Carefully, gently, he guided her onto her stomach, his hands smoothing over the curve of her back, then down to cup her backside, kneading the soft flesh with slow, reverent pressure. His lips trace a path up and down her spine—light, unhurried kisses that make her shiver. She’s half-asleep, pliant, warm beneath him.
“Gods,” he whispered, voice rough with exhaustion and affection alike, He shifted, pulling his trousers down just enough. The night air kisses his thighs, and the heat of her body pulls him closer. “Need to have you, princess…” he murmurs against her shoulder, his voice low but tender.
He eases her legs apart with his knee, settling between them. His cock brushes against her slit—already slick with her sleepy arousal. He doesn’t push. He rocks his hips, letting the head glide through her folds, teasing them both. She gasps softly, her fingers curling into the sheets.
“That’s it,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to her nape. “Just let me in, my sweet petal.”
Slowly, he sinks inside her—an inch at a time, stretching her with a gentle, full ache. Her body accepts him greedily, a wet, clinging heat that makes him groan against her skin. He stills when he’s fully sheathed, letting her feel every inch of him, letting the moment settle.
Then he begins to move—a languid, deep rhythm, hips flush against her backside. Each thrust is a question, answered by her soft, breathy sighs. He reaches around to palm her breast, thumbing her nipple. His mouth never leaves her skin—kissing her shoulder, her neck, the shell of her ear.
“Feel good, princess?” he whispers.
She answers with a shudder, her hips pressing back into him, asking for more. He gives it—not harder, but deeper, slower, until every inch of them is connected. The room is full of quiet sounds: the slick whisper of skin, her muffled whimpers, his ragged breaths.
When he feels her start to tighten around him, he reaches down between her thighs, fingers finding her clit. He circles it gently, in time with his thrusts, coaxing her over the edge. She comes with a soft, broken cry, clenching around him, and he follows—a low groan against her hair, spilling into her with a warmth that feels like home.
letting everyone know that i am not dead but finals are kicking my ass and trying to write fanfic alongside 12 page papers is not possible. but TRUST there will be more soon! i have some new characters my brain has been on as well hehe
i’ll fix it later and be the change i want to see, but i feel like Lyonel isn’t getting enough love! lord knows i have the Targaryen’s and Dunk, but what about Lyonel!?
daeron loves his wife in a way he never expected. once he got over the awful feeling of dragging a woman down with his drunkenness and dreams, he really started to show it. his favorite way to show that he appreciates you is by tasting your pussy.
sometimes it would be some long feast the two of you had to endure. everyone around him made the room feel suffocating, but your gentle reassurance and the wine really helped. so when you were finally freed your husband would be under your skirts in a matter of moments, pushed up against the door. fueled by wine and the need to thank you, he wouldn’t spare a single second attaching his lips around your clit. he’d be precise and punishing, trying to get you to finish quickly so he could thank you more and more throughout the night.
sometimes, as is expected with the dreamer, he’d wake after a particularly awful one. if you didn’t wake witn him, he’d still seek you out. daeron would be more gentle this time, lightly lifting up your night dress to bury his face in your cunt. this time it would be less of a way to please you and more of a way to ground you. he’s inhale your sent, finding comfort in the familiarity of it all. then slowly he’d start by dragging a finger up your slit, collecting the moisture that was forming as you slowly got wet for him in your sleep. then he’d starting licking you up and down, still smelling and now tasting you. it served to calm him down and later proved a good way to get him back to sleep.
other times, you’d take matters into your own hands. in moments where you both had too much to drink and were rather horny for one another you would take it upon yourself to sit on his face. there would be no hesitation on his part as he pulled your dripping cunt down onto his entire face, letting every inch of your heat envelop his nose and mouth. though you may have been on top, he guided your hips. obscene sounds would echo through your chambers as he slurped up every bit of wetness from you. it dripped down onto his chin while he mumbled little whispers about how you tasted sweeter than wine. he could cum from just that really.
sometimes, though, you annoyed him a bit. perhaps you had something to say about his drinking again or something he’d forgotten from around the house. now one may ask, how would that lead to his face between your legs? well, he’d try to get out of any punishment with a little bit of bribery, but once you were in bed your resolve crumbled. most of the time. and that allowed him again between your legs, but this time he’d be teasing and punishing. his mouth would be on your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of your hole. your essence dripped onto the bed as your legs shook. daeron had denied you two orgasms now. all the while he smirked and jested. then when he finally let you cum, you squirted all of his face. in that moment you swore you never saw him happier. “let me see that again” he’d say and never let up for the whole night.
all in all, daeron is a munch who simply loves the taste of his wife. it doesn’t matter what state she’s in. after a long time, he’ll eat her out. fresh out of the bath, he’ll eat her out. IN the bath he’ll eat her out. in a hallway, in their bed, in the forest. just let that man at some pussy. just because he’s drunk doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to eat.
People often assume Daeron as a submissive who doesn't do much. While I agree he has those moments, in my personal experience, alcohol tends to make sex more intense. I believe the same applies to Daeron—he likely gets horny drunk and then fucks his lover passionately and rough, probably folding his partner in half and going at it after a few drinks…
THIS YES!!! He has his moments for very sleepy and lazy sex, probably when he's hungover. But I think this man really likes to take his partner, especially on nights when the wine gets him going.
Hi! I wanted to like post a little thing about one of my OCs I have for AKOTSK! I fear I cannot draw so you’ll have to use your imaginations and my mini mood board (idk the rules about posting an oc picrew)
-Her name is Davena Lannister
- She has lower back length light brown hair that she prefers to keep up in two or so braids.
- Her skin is somewhat fair with a little tan; she has two beauty marks: one on her nose and the other on her cheek
- Likes to dress in fashion, preferring lighter colors and more flowy fabrics.
- Was forced into a marriage with Daeron Targaryen just out of their teenage years because she was considered undesirable. AKA a small gathering of people saw her with a knight and deemed her undesirable. Therefore, she could only be married to the drunk.
- Has a kitten that she got at the beginning of her marriage to Daeron that she loves more than life.
- Never really lost her rebellious streak, likes to sneak around a lot.
- Actually really enjoys embroidery and generally making things with her hands.
- Has a mutual understanding with Daeron where they both enjoy each other’s company but aren’t in love (for now) and obviously this was inspo being my “Comfort for a Dreamer” fic but still read that as x reader shhh
That’s kinda it for now as a little intro post…lemme know if should post more!
