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ā³ multifandom event
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms ā Baelor x female!reader
A Whore for your Prince, I don't really know what this is. I just woke up horny and decided to make it your problem. It's just me dreaming about being Baelor's wifeš¤·Plot? never heard of it. Just SMUT 18+ with some pinches of fluff. Established relationship, p in v, oral, breeding kink if you squint, truly it's just a girls wet dream and boy do I want that old man fuck me senseless in all the possible ways.
Marvel ā Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Looking for something quiet SMUT 18+, oral (m receiving), AU set somewhere after Civil War where Bucky lives in the Avenger's tower basement, virgin!Bucky. You donāt fit in at the Tower, you donāt fit in with Tony Stark as your dad, but you do fit perfectly beside the one person who looks like heās been waiting for a friend as badly as you have
I can see you staring at my ass SMUT 18+, suggestive, teasing, oral (f receiving), after Thundebolts timeline. A teasing game in the Tower kitchen slowly escalates into something unexpected.
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The Last Kingdom
Sihtric x female!reader
Itās just a hump, no strings based on this request SMUT 18+: friends with benefits medieval styleš
One time thing based on this request, SMUT 18+ (sihtric x reader x finan) Plot? Never heard of it. Just pure filth and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. Two handsome warriors and a girl that is brave enough to dream.
ā day six: sihtric of dunholm ā
ā the last kingdom sihtric x gn!reader with the following prompt: Inexperienced. Infallible. Inescapable.Ā
w/c: 1.8k words
a/n: argument-ish convo that leads to somewhere? but the somewhere is not written, so it's more or less up to your imagination what that somewhere is
click here for the original event post.
MASTERLIST
Inexperienced. Infallible. Inescapable to Sihtric's busy mind.Ā
You were everything to him, and yet, you were everything that he tried to avoid. He would ruin you. He was sure of it. He would hurt you, curse youākeep you from becoming the very best commoner you could be.
Hell, he knew it was stupid.
Battle had never graced your innocent eyes. Not in the grand scale that he has seen it, the blood, the terror. Death had yet to kiss your lips, begging for you to follow.
You were one of the few who had yet to have any sort of romantic experience, and Sihtric had been one of the first to pull that out of youāale had not been kind to you the evening of. A confession never came, though, and the admission of his crush continued to keep under wraps. Even with ale singing your name.
Sihtric didn't want you to know. Or at least, that was what he told himself.
You didn't want him to know, either.
You would much rather go off into another's battle, weaponless, than ever let him know exactly how you feel.
For why, you had no answer. The fear of Sihtric's untimely death, the fear that you would tell him and lose him in the same breath. Was it truly this fear you kept onto the reason you did not want him to know?Ā
It had only been a few weeks after your drunken state. Sihtric had taken you home that night and you did everything in your power to avoid the Dane. Embarrassment became you, rooting itself deep into the woven patterns in your clothing.
And yet today, you found yourself in the mix of Lord Uhtred's vagabonds, traveling to Coccham on a path unfamiliar to you. You kept away from Sihtric, only answering him with a smile if he looked your way.Ā
He made your heart beat, fast enough you were sure it would gain wings and fly away.Ā
If only you knew he felt the same.
It was as if the two of you played some grand game of hopscotch, carefully hopping over the thrown stones, coming close to crashing but staying upright just in time to win. Only, neither of you were winning this game.
He needed you to know, despite the fear that he held deep within. He wanted to shout it from the mountain tops, from the cliffs overhanging the vast oceans. The gods already knew. Now it was up to you. You would know, and soon. He was tired of waiting.
Sihtric led his horse over to yours, your name escaping him to catch your attention.
You glanced over at him, tense smile prepared as you gripped onto the reins, ready to go and lead your horse elsewhere.
"Don't go," he quickly said, stopping you from pulling away. His jaw clenched, brows furrowed as he watched you. His frustration was palpable. "You have avoided me for weeks now," he said, keeping a steady rhythm with your horse. "It is as if you have crossed me out of your life completely. For what reason?"
For what reason? You had no true reason. No reason that would sound... viable, if you said them aloud.Ā
Your silence spurred him on.
"Truly you must take me for some sort of miscreant to avoid me so," he said.Ā
Finan piped up from somewhere behind you: "Leave them be, Dane!"
His head shot in his direction. "I did not ask for your input,Ā Finan."
He raised a defensive hand and guided his horse to move before yours, leaving the two of you behind the others and pretty much alone.Ā
His interjected did not stop Sihtric. "Did I do something? Have I offended you in some manner for you to go and pretend we do not know each other?"
"No," you began, but Sihtric was not finished.
He had an entire argument set up. "I do not know what it was thatĀ IĀ did to you, but I promise you, Iā"
He paused. You had saidĀ no. He blinked slowly, lips parting. He had been prepared for you to say yes, or something to that regard, and yet, you didn't. You...
"You didn't do anything," you reasoned, frowning at him. "It is my fault."
"You... your fault? No, noā"
"āI am scared," you blurted.
"Scared? Of who? Me?"
"No," you shook your head. "I do not want to get close to you."
His jaw clenched once more, hands tightening on the reins. "What?" His voice was tense, yet beneath it, if you truly went looking, you'd find the hurt he held onto more than anything.Ā
"No," you repeated. "If I get close to you, then I risk so much, Sihtric."
"You riskā" he sputtered indignantly. "What do you risk? Being friendly? Having someone look at you like you painted the flowers, hung the stars by yourself? Having someone look at you like the gods gifted you to this world?"
You eyed him warily.Ā That was your concern.Ā
"And what happens when I let something like that into my life and somehow, it all goes wrong?"
"How would it go wrong?"
"You live and breathe for Lord Uhtred. Who is to say that you would not follow him to his death?"
Sihtric tensed at your words. He looked away, finding the back of Lord Uhtred's head many paces ahead of you. No one could hear your argument.Ā
"I would not," he said defensively.
"Yes you would," you countered, unable to help from rolling your eyes. "You would, and that is what scares me most."
Sihtric scoffed. "Scared of death? You have lived your life thus far without the comforts of a lover, and you are more scared of death than being alone forever?"
"I do not need a lover if it means I will mourn them in the end."
He blinked owlishly, heterochromatic eyes finding yours. "You would only mourn the love you shared. You would love until you couldn't, and then you would remember then the rest of your life. Why is that such a bad thing?"
"I do not want it for myself."
"You do not want it, or you do not know how to deal with it?"
Your silence was loud as you stared at him, stopping your horse entirely. He stopped a few paces ahead, horse turning to the side just so he could look at you properly.Ā
"Love does not have to be a battlefield," Sihtric said. "Neither does it need to be something you fear. It is... it is beautiful, and righteous, and everything thatĀ you deserve."
You mulled over his words. Love was something you already hadāyou just hadn't shared it with anyone else. Hadn't shared it with the man you knew you loved more than anything.Ā
"Sihtric..." you began.
"I love you," he said. "I am sorry that I am only telling you now. IāI wasn't going to. I was going to take it with me until the day I died. I know you are not as I am. You are pure, and perfect, and so innocent that I would ruin you. But I cannot sit here any longer without telling you, knowing that you are so scared of something so... so..."
"So human?"
His eyes blinked rapidly this time. "Yes. So human. The gods may have blessed me with my heart, but they do not know what it is that I feel when I look at you. I fear I will ruin you, but that fear is not as strong as the fear of you not knowing is."
Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and you averted your gaze.
He said your name, guiding his horse in your direction until the two of you were side by side, both horses facing opposite ways. He reached out a strong, calloused hand, taking yours in his own.Ā
"It is foolish, I know, but you must know that it isĀ true. I have never lied to you, and I am not starting now."
Your brows furrowed, but you did not pull away. You went to speak again, but the sound of Uhtred's voice ringing out across the field stopped you.
"Come now, lovebirds! Coccham will not come to greet us if we stay here any longer!"
Sihtric cursed under his breath and let go of your hand, nudging his horse to move once more.Ā
You settled into a tense silence, shoulders scrunched together and eyes trained on Uhtred in front of you. The truth of Sihtric, the truth ofĀ you, sat on the tip of your tongue, waiting for you to take it in and devour it whole. You deserved it. Sihtric did, too. Even if it meant you would have to mourn him longer than you ever had to love him.
You bit your lip, glancing at Sihtric as he rode alongside you. He went the same speed as your horse, watching and waiting for something more to happen.Ā
When you said nothing, he remained silent.Ā
He looked so handsome there, dark hair and beautiful eyes finding the sunlight so perfectly. The gods above,Ā his gods, must have took special care in creating such a beautiful man.
Battle may have never graced your eyes, and death had yet to truly kiss your lips, but if it meant that you could love a man such as Sihtric Kjartansson, then so be it. You would face death in stride, taking out those around you if it meant that you felt the love he was willing to give.Ā
He caught your eye, a small smile forming on his lips despite the tense nature of your conversation.
"I do mean it," he softly said. "Every word."
"I know," you answered, nodding your head without much give. You let out a soft sigh, averting your gaze. "It is the truth that scares me most."
"The truth," he echoed. "The truth is that I will be the best you have ever known."
A soft laugh finds its way through the clearing. "You would be the only man I have ever known in such a way."
He grinned. "So be it. I will be the only man you have ever known that way,Ā and I will be the only one to ever know you that way. Once you let me in, you will never want for anyone more."
You rolled your eyes. "Sihtric, I am going to have a conniption."
His smile only widened. If he could speak to you this way, then surely that meant good news for him.Ā
"When we return to Coccham, would you do me the honor of allowing me to show you exactly what I mean? Whether it be just talking or something more."
Your eyes widened. Gods, he was ridiculous. You looked at him, feeling that familiar warmth of embarrassment settle between your heart and your ribcage. Your mind screamed at you to say no, but your heart begged you to say something far simpler, something far more dangerous. You let yourself breathe, and the answer came forth without hesitation:
Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x fem!reader
Authors note:June Jukebox Scribbles event.
June 14th - swap to I Touch Myself - Divinyls / āI don't want anybody elseā
Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 575 (I give up šŖ)
Summary: Sihtric thinks he's not worthy of you until it's almost too late.
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
EVENT MASTERLIST
He was kind, steady and honest, not rich but wealthy enough to provide a comfortable life.
āA good match,ā Uhtred had called him.Ā
You nodded and smiled because Uhtred was right.
He really was all those things. There was just one tiny problem.Ā
He wasn't Sihtric.
You could not remember exactly when it had started.Ā
Perhaps it had been the first time Sihtric had made you laugh, or maybe the day he had stepped between you and a drunken warrior without a second thought.
Or perhaps it had just happened slowly and unnoticeably.
It didnāt really matter how or when, all you knew was that your heart was beating for Sihtric. Unfortunately, Sihtric seemed determined to avoid seeing it, and lately, he seemed even more determined to avoid you altogether.Ā
If you joined Uhtred's table, Sihtric suddenly remembered an errand.
If you walked toward the training ground, he found a reason to be elsewhere.Ā
If your eyes found his across the hall, he looked away first.
So when the merchant began courting you, you let him.
Not because you loved him, and definitely not because you wanted him. You were just tired.
Tired of hoping, of waiting, of being overlooked.Ā
Somewhere between another evening where Sihtric quietly changed seats the moment you sat beside him and another day spent lingering near the training grounds, waiting for a conversation that never came, you finally decided to let go.Ā
"You cannot keep him waiting forever."
Gisela reached across the table and took your hands in hers. She wanted what everyone else seemed to want for you: certainty, happiness, safety.
You looked down.
"I know."
"And?"
"Tomorrow," you said quietly. "Tomorrow, I'll give him my answer."
You were almost half asleep, lulled by the rain, rustling against your roof, when a frantic drum against your door startled you.
You opened the door and froze.
Sihtric, soaked to the skin, dark curls plastered to his forehead, water dripping from his jaw and streaming down his cloak to a puddle on the ground.
You simply looked at him, and for a long moment he did the same.Ā
"I tried," he finally said quietly, looking down to his boots.Ā
"Tried what?"
"To be happy for you."
You stared at him.
"I tried to tell myself it was for the best." He swallowed hard. "That he is better for you.That anything is better than a bastard warrior with nothing to give."Ā
Your expression slowly changed from surprise to anger.
"Sihtric..."
"He is kind," he continued. "He is safe. He can give you things I never could."Ā
"But every time I imagined you with him..." his voice cracked and Sihtric reached for your hand. His fingers trembled around yours and before you could say anything, he dropped to his knees on the rain-soaked porch.
"Sihtric, what are you doing?"
"I know I'm too late," he said. "But I cannot let you marry him without telling you the truth."
He looked up at you.Ā
"I love you. I always have. And I know I should have said something long ago, but even if you choose him or somebody else, even if you never forgive me for waiting this long..."
"I will love you for the rest of my life."
For a moment you just stood there, watching raindrops stream down his face, although you werenāt totally sure these were raindrops anymore then you stepped closer.
"I don't want anybody else," you finally whispered.
June 13th ā swap from original prompt to Cry Me A River - Julie London / āNow you say you're sorryā
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: spanking, (kinda soft dom or maybe just very annoyed Baelor š x brat!reader)
Word Count: 490 (sorry, this one run away from me)
Summary: teasing a dragon has consequences...
EVENT MASTERLIST
Youāre flustered and breathing hard from the frantic run just moments before as you try to squirm and wiggle out, but the arm on the small of your back holds you in place bent over the massive oak desk.Ā
Your dress is hitched up, bunched and thrown half over your shoulders.Ā
āBaelor, whatā¦,ā you gasp as your small clothes are suddenly pulled down, exposing your naked ass.Ā
What the hell is he doing?Ā
No, he wouldnāt dare!Ā
The grip tightens a bit, and then you hear itāfirst the swing, then a thunderous whack as a large open palm smacks down against the bare skin of your ass, and you feel your cheek wiggle from the impact.
You shriek. The sting is sharp and hot, the clap still rings in your ears, as you go very still.
You are too stunned to move. You just listen to Baelorās heavy and panting breath behind and above you.Ā
āBaelor,ā¦ā you gasp, making a half-hearted attempt to push yourself up.
āIām not finished, yet,ā you hear, and almost immediately his arm swings again.
His palm lands on your ass, and you squeal helplessly. The sting is sharper than the first one and your flesh starts to throb.Ā
āBaelor, please, Iām sorry,ā you whine.Ā
āOh, now you say you're sorry. So tell me, what is my dear wife sorry for?ā
āForā¦ for being so impatient,ā you stutter and squeeze your eyes shut as another smack lands on your rear.Ā
Baelor is panting throatily now, whether from the run through the palace chasing you or from something else you cannot tell.Ā
āThink harder!ā he raises his arm while you try to scramble in your mind through the list of all your todayās misdemeanors.
āIām sorry ā¦,ā you croak, āforā¦ making you chase me.āĀ
Smack.
āThere you go. What else?ā
āForā¦ for laughing at you during the council,ā you mumble.Ā
Smack.
āContinue, my love.āĀ
āFor teasing you,ā you mewl. Swift, and purposeful, his arm raises and his palm hurls down, colliding with your ass in another sharp smack, over the same burning spot.
You squeak and Baelor stills. There is something else in your voice. He can hear it. Something more than just pain and embarrassment as you canāt prevent your gasp turning into a quiet delightful whimper.Ā
āTeasingā¦ā
Smack.Ā
āMeā¦ā
Smack.
āIn front of ā¦ā
Smack.
āThe whole council.āĀ
You breathe shakily, and your eyes are watery, but thatās by far not the only wetness your body responds with to your husband's fury.
You can feel it, no worse, you can hear it, the embarrassingly squelchy sound your cunt makes as you shift slightly in Baelorās grip.Ā
Youāre soaked through, drenched in gushy slick, seeping out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs and you bite down on your bottom lip in the futile attempt to stifle the filthy, honeyed moan that slithers from your lips as the next clap lands on your ass.
June 13th ā swap from original prompt to Cry Me A River - Julie London / āNow you say you're sorryā
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: spanking, (kinda soft dom or maybe just very annoyed Baelor š x brat!reader)
Word Count: 490 (sorry, this one run away from me)
Summary: teasing a dragon has consequences...
EVENT MASTERLIST
Youāre flustered and breathing hard from the frantic run just moments before as you try to squirm and wiggle out, but the arm on the small of your back holds you in place bent over the massive oak desk.Ā
Your dress is hitched up, bunched and thrown half over your shoulders.Ā
āBaelor, whatā¦,ā you gasp as your small clothes are suddenly pulled down, exposing your naked ass.Ā
What the hell is he doing?Ā
No, he wouldnāt dare!Ā
The grip tightens a bit, and then you hear itāfirst the swing, then a thunderous whack as a large open palm smacks down against the bare skin of your ass, and you feel your cheek wiggle from the impact.
You shriek. The sting is sharp and hot, the clap still rings in your ears, as you go very still.
You are too stunned to move. You just listen to Baelorās heavy and panting breath behind and above you.Ā
āBaelor,ā¦ā you gasp, making a half-hearted attempt to push yourself up.
āIām not finished, yet,ā you hear, and almost immediately his arm swings again.
His palm lands on your ass, and you squeal helplessly. The sting is sharper than the first one and your flesh starts to throb.Ā
āBaelor, please, Iām sorry,ā you whine.Ā
āOh, now you say you're sorry. So tell me, what is my dear wife sorry for?ā
āForā¦ for being so impatient,ā you stutter and squeeze your eyes shut as another smack lands on your rear.Ā
Baelor is panting throatily now, whether from the run through the palace chasing you or from something else you cannot tell.Ā
āThink harder!ā he raises his arm while you try to scramble in your mind through the list of all your todayās misdemeanors.
āIām sorry ā¦,ā you croak, āforā¦ making you chase me.āĀ
Smack.
āThere you go. What else?ā
āForā¦ for laughing at you during the council,ā you mumble.Ā
Smack.
āContinue, my love.āĀ
āFor teasing you,ā you mewl. Swift, and purposeful, his arm raises and his palm hurls down, colliding with your ass in another sharp smack, over the same burning spot.
You squeak and Baelor stills. There is something else in your voice. He can hear it. Something more than just pain and embarrassment as you canāt prevent your gasp turning into a quiet delightful whimper.Ā
āTeasingā¦ā
Smack.Ā
āMeā¦ā
Smack.
āIn front of ā¦ā
Smack.
āThe whole council.āĀ
You breathe shakily, and your eyes are watery, but thatās by far not the only wetness your body responds with to your husband's fury.
You can feel it, no worse, you can hear it, the embarrassingly squelchy sound your cunt makes as you shift slightly in Baelorās grip.Ā
Youāre soaked through, drenched in gushy slick, seeping out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs and you bite down on your bottom lip in the futile attempt to stifle the filthy, honeyed moan that slithers from your lips as the next clap lands on your ass.
June 13th ā swap from original prompt to Cry Me A River - Julie London / āNow you say you're sorryā
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: spanking, (kinda soft dom or maybe just very annoyed Baelor š x brat!reader)
Word Count: 490 (sorry, this one run away from me)
Summary: teasing a dragon has consequences...
EVENT MASTERLIST
Youāre flustered and breathing hard from the frantic run just moments before as you try to squirm and wiggle out, but the arm on the small of your back holds you in place bent over the massive oak desk.Ā
Your dress is hitched up, bunched and thrown half over your shoulders.Ā
āBaelor, whatā¦,ā you gasp as your small clothes are suddenly pulled down, exposing your naked ass.Ā
What the hell is he doing?Ā
No, he wouldnāt dare!Ā
The grip tightens a bit, and then you hear itāfirst the swing, then a thunderous whack as a large open palm smacks down against the bare skin of your ass, and you feel your cheek wiggle from the impact.
You shriek. The sting is sharp and hot, the clap still rings in your ears, as you go very still.
You are too stunned to move. You just listen to Baelorās heavy and panting breath behind and above you.Ā
āBaelor,ā¦ā you gasp, making a half-hearted attempt to push yourself up.
āIām not finished, yet,ā you hear, and almost immediately his arm swings again.
His palm lands on your ass, and you squeal helplessly. The sting is sharper than the first one and your flesh starts to throb.Ā
āBaelor, please, Iām sorry,ā you whine.Ā
āOh, now you say you're sorry. So tell me, what is my dear wife sorry for?ā
āForā¦ for being so impatient,ā you stutter and squeeze your eyes shut as another smack lands on your rear.Ā
Baelor is panting throatily now, whether from the run through the palace chasing you or from something else you cannot tell.Ā
āThink harder!ā he raises his arm while you try to scramble in your mind through the list of all your todayās misdemeanors.
āIām sorry ā¦,ā you croak, āforā¦ making you chase me.āĀ
Smack.
āThere you go. What else?ā
āForā¦ for laughing at you during the council,ā you mumble.Ā
Smack.
āContinue, my love.āĀ
āFor teasing you,ā you mewl. Swift, and purposeful, his arm raises and his palm hurls down, colliding with your ass in another sharp smack, over the same burning spot.
You squeak and Baelor stills. There is something else in your voice. He can hear it. Something more than just pain and embarrassment as you canāt prevent your gasp turning into a quiet delightful whimper.Ā
āTeasingā¦ā
Smack.Ā
āMeā¦ā
Smack.
āIn front of ā¦ā
Smack.
āThe whole council.āĀ
You breathe shakily, and your eyes are watery, but thatās by far not the only wetness your body responds with to your husband's fury.
You can feel it, no worse, you can hear it, the embarrassingly squelchy sound your cunt makes as you shift slightly in Baelorās grip.Ā
Youāre soaked through, drenched in gushy slick, seeping out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs and you bite down on your bottom lip in the futile attempt to stifle the filthy, honeyed moan that slithers from your lips as the next clap lands on your ass.
Pairing: Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader
Authors note:June Jukebox Scribbles event.
June 9th ā Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / āLike when you said you felt so happy you could dieā
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering
Word Count: 300
Summary: It's your wedding night and Baelor is a total simp for his wife. Honestly, it's just me, dreaming about our wedding night. Love my old manššš
EVENT MASTERLIST
Your fingers nervously crumple the silk of your nightgown as you watch Baelor unbutton his doublet.Ā Ā
Baelor Targaryen. The prince of the realm. Your husband. The word tastes strange in your mouth.
He makes a step toward you. Unconsciously you make one back. He reaches out, catches your hand and pulls to his lips. He kisses your fingers slowly, one by one. You lower your gaze, unable to suppress the faint tremor, running down your spine.Ā
āRemember the day when you agreed to marry me?ā he asks softly and lifts your chin, making you meet his gaze.Ā
āLike when you said you felt so happy you could die?ā you recall with a smile.
āI will make you feel the same tonight, my love,ā he leans in and kisses you, tongue slipping inside your mouth and teasing yours as his fingers untie the laces at your shoulders. The silk catches on your breasts before it slides down to the floor.Ā
Baelor turns you, pressing your back against his chest. One large hand cups your breast while the other trails lower, dipping between your thighs.
He drags his finger through your folds, finds your pearl and starts rubbing it in low, firm circles.
āDoes it feel good?ā he breathes against your neck, sliding one long finger inside you. You moan at the stretch and he adds a second.Ā
He starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb never leaving your perl, and soon youāre moaning wildly, rocking shamelessly into his hand. He picks up his pace and fucks you faster, his own breath growing more ragged with every stroke.Ā
āGood girl,ā he rasps in your ear, kissing your neck and you shatter with a sharp cry, legs shaking. Baelor holds you upright against his chest.Ā
June 13th ā swap from original prompt to Cry Me A River - Julie London / āNow you say you're sorryā
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: spanking, (kinda soft dom or maybe just very annoyed Baelor š x brat!reader)
Word Count: 490 (sorry, this one run away from me)
Summary: teasing a dragon has consequences...
EVENT MASTERLIST
Youāre flustered and breathing hard from the frantic run just moments before as you try to squirm and wiggle out, but the arm on the small of your back holds you in place bent over the massive oak desk.Ā
Your dress is hitched up, bunched and thrown half over your shoulders.Ā
āBaelor, whatā¦,ā you gasp as your small clothes are suddenly pulled down, exposing your naked ass.Ā
What the hell is he doing?Ā
No, he wouldnāt dare!Ā
The grip tightens a bit, and then you hear itāfirst the swing, then a thunderous whack as a large open palm smacks down against the bare skin of your ass, and you feel your cheek wiggle from the impact.
You shriek. The sting is sharp and hot, the clap still rings in your ears, as you go very still.
You are too stunned to move. You just listen to Baelorās heavy and panting breath behind and above you.Ā
āBaelor,ā¦ā you gasp, making a half-hearted attempt to push yourself up.
āIām not finished, yet,ā you hear, and almost immediately his arm swings again.
His palm lands on your ass, and you squeal helplessly. The sting is sharper than the first one and your flesh starts to throb.Ā
āBaelor, please, Iām sorry,ā you whine.Ā
āOh, now you say you're sorry. So tell me, what is my dear wife sorry for?ā
āForā¦ for being so impatient,ā you stutter and squeeze your eyes shut as another smack lands on your rear.Ā
Baelor is panting throatily now, whether from the run through the palace chasing you or from something else you cannot tell.Ā
āThink harder!ā he raises his arm while you try to scramble in your mind through the list of all your todayās misdemeanors.
āIām sorry ā¦,ā you croak, āforā¦ making you chase me.āĀ
Smack.
āThere you go. What else?ā
āForā¦ for laughing at you during the council,ā you mumble.Ā
Smack.
āContinue, my love.āĀ
āFor teasing you,ā you mewl. Swift, and purposeful, his arm raises and his palm hurls down, colliding with your ass in another sharp smack, over the same burning spot.
You squeak and Baelor stills. There is something else in your voice. He can hear it. Something more than just pain and embarrassment as you canāt prevent your gasp turning into a quiet delightful whimper.Ā
āTeasingā¦ā
Smack.Ā
āMeā¦ā
Smack.
āIn front of ā¦ā
Smack.
āThe whole council.āĀ
You breathe shakily, and your eyes are watery, but thatās by far not the only wetness your body responds with to your husband's fury.
You can feel it, no worse, you can hear it, the embarrassingly squelchy sound your cunt makes as you shift slightly in Baelorās grip.Ā
Youāre soaked through, drenched in gushy slick, seeping out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs and you bite down on your bottom lip in the futile attempt to stifle the filthy, honeyed moan that slithers from your lips as the next clap lands on your ass.
Pairing: Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader
Authors note:June Jukebox Scribbles event.
June 9th ā Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / āLike when you said you felt so happy you could dieā
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering
Word Count: 300
Summary: It's your wedding night and Baelor is a total simp for his wife. Honestly, it's just me, dreaming about our wedding night. Love my old manššš
EVENT MASTERLIST
Your fingers nervously crumple the silk of your nightgown as you watch Baelor unbutton his doublet.Ā Ā
Baelor Targaryen. The prince of the realm. Your husband. The word tastes strange in your mouth.
He makes a step toward you. Unconsciously you make one back. He reaches out, catches your hand and pulls to his lips. He kisses your fingers slowly, one by one. You lower your gaze, unable to suppress the faint tremor, running down your spine.Ā
āRemember the day when you agreed to marry me?ā he asks softly and lifts your chin, making you meet his gaze.Ā
āLike when you said you felt so happy you could die?ā you recall with a smile.
āI will make you feel the same tonight, my love,ā he leans in and kisses you, tongue slipping inside your mouth and teasing yours as his fingers untie the laces at your shoulders. The silk catches on your breasts before it slides down to the floor.Ā
Baelor turns you, pressing your back against his chest. One large hand cups your breast while the other trails lower, dipping between your thighs.
He drags his finger through your folds, finds your pearl and starts rubbing it in low, firm circles.
āDoes it feel good?ā he breathes against your neck, sliding one long finger inside you. You moan at the stretch and he adds a second.Ā
He starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb never leaving your perl, and soon youāre moaning wildly, rocking shamelessly into his hand. He picks up his pace and fucks you faster, his own breath growing more ragged with every stroke.Ā
āGood girl,ā he rasps in your ear, kissing your neck and you shatter with a sharp cry, legs shaking. Baelor holds you upright against his chest.Ā
June 13th ā swap from original prompt to Cry Me A River - Julie London / āNow you say you're sorryā
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: spanking, (kinda soft dom or maybe just very annoyed Baelor š x brat!reader)
Word Count: 490 (sorry, this one run away from me)
Summary: teasing a dragon has consequences...
EVENT MASTERLIST
Youāre flustered and breathing hard from the frantic run just moments before as you try to squirm and wiggle out, but the arm on the small of your back holds you in place bent over the massive oak desk.Ā
Your dress is hitched up, bunched and thrown half over your shoulders.Ā
āBaelor, whatā¦,ā you gasp as your small clothes are suddenly pulled down, exposing your naked ass.Ā
What the hell is he doing?Ā
No, he wouldnāt dare!Ā
The grip tightens a bit, and then you hear itāfirst the swing, then a thunderous whack as a large open palm smacks down against the bare skin of your ass, and you feel your cheek wiggle from the impact.
You shriek. The sting is sharp and hot, the clap still rings in your ears, as you go very still.
You are too stunned to move. You just listen to Baelorās heavy and panting breath behind and above you.Ā
āBaelor,ā¦ā you gasp, making a half-hearted attempt to push yourself up.
āIām not finished, yet,ā you hear, and almost immediately his arm swings again.
His palm lands on your ass, and you squeal helplessly. The sting is sharper than the first one and your flesh starts to throb.Ā
āBaelor, please, Iām sorry,ā you whine.Ā
āOh, now you say you're sorry. So tell me, what is my dear wife sorry for?ā
āForā¦ for being so impatient,ā you stutter and squeeze your eyes shut as another smack lands on your rear.Ā
Baelor is panting throatily now, whether from the run through the palace chasing you or from something else you cannot tell.Ā
āThink harder!ā he raises his arm while you try to scramble in your mind through the list of all your todayās misdemeanors.
āIām sorry ā¦,ā you croak, āforā¦ making you chase me.āĀ
Smack.
āThere you go. What else?ā
āForā¦ for laughing at you during the council,ā you mumble.Ā
Smack.
āContinue, my love.āĀ
āFor teasing you,ā you mewl. Swift, and purposeful, his arm raises and his palm hurls down, colliding with your ass in another sharp smack, over the same burning spot.
You squeak and Baelor stills. There is something else in your voice. He can hear it. Something more than just pain and embarrassment as you canāt prevent your gasp turning into a quiet delightful whimper.Ā
āTeasingā¦ā
Smack.Ā
āMeā¦ā
Smack.
āIn front of ā¦ā
Smack.
āThe whole council.āĀ
You breathe shakily, and your eyes are watery, but thatās by far not the only wetness your body responds with to your husband's fury.
You can feel it, no worse, you can hear it, the embarrassingly squelchy sound your cunt makes as you shift slightly in Baelorās grip.Ā
Youāre soaked through, drenched in gushy slick, seeping out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs and you bite down on your bottom lip in the futile attempt to stifle the filthy, honeyed moan that slithers from your lips as the next clap lands on your ass.
Clint & Natasha (with background Winterhawk), General Audiences, 100 words exactly. Probably crack. This drabble (mostly) meets the requirements for the following prompts:
@societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Tainted Love--"I've got to run away");
@swoon-june (Fairytale);
@juneofdoom ("Don't lie to me.");
@marveldrabblechallengeJune Challenge (Relaxing);
NASA's Moon Joy June Challenge (prompt: moon);
@flashfictionfridayofficial's Prompt #360 (Stuck Inside My Head).
Yes, six of them. It's @societyfolklore's fault, blame her, she said "evil fae ball" and it went from there.
Summary:
Don't you hate it when an idea gets stuck in your head?
"Who thinks evil fairytale balls are relaxing?" Clint complains. "Don't lie to me, Nat, was it Fury?"
"It's whimsical, Barton," says Natasha. "Try the pizza."
"FRIENDS," roars the Head Fae. "THE MOON BLESSES OUR VENTURE."
"What venture?" asks Clint.
"Nothing." Nat's teeth shimmer, shark-like. "Eat the pizza."
Clint looks at the pizza, then Natasha. Her talons are as sharp as the fairies' grins behind her. "Um. No. I'm running away now."
But Natasha's fingers dig into his shoulderā
Clint wakes with Bucky's hand on his skin. "Same nightmare?"
"Nat's never dressing as an evil fairy for Halloween again," gasps Clint.
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It has been a fantastic, fun, and essentially spoiler-free week here at Writer in a Cryofreeze! We hope everyone enjoyed reading about what probably won't happen in Doomsday (but what fun if some of them did!?!).
However, it's time for two of our authors to run their end credit scenes and take possession of their Cyrofreezes.
So without further ado, please hail and farewell to:
@mickimoo1409, author of Shots Fired
@stardustrider, author of End of the World
Micki and Star, your predictions of what won't happen were wonderful, your drabbles funny and sweet and dare we say, sexy. But we're not surprised that they're fantasticāall of your drabbles have been crafted with care and love. We enjoyed reading every story you gifted us with these last few weeks, and we can't wait until you've posted them from your Cryofreeze under your own names. You'll find your badge under the cut.
As for our remaining seven authors, they'll have another prompt next week--so stay tuned!
Here are my reading recommendations for this week.Ā
If you have read anything you think I'll enjoy please let me know. I mostly stick to the big 3, Evans, Stan and Hiddleston but will also read other characters.Ā
Most of these fics are 18+, warnings are on each post.Ā
Access My Own Masterlist HereĀ
Bucky BarnesĀ
His name was never just Bucky and scatter my heart by @marvelstoriesepic Mob Bucky x Reader
Scent of someone else and a torture called love by @metal-armed-muse Congressman Bucky x Reader and College Bucky x Reader
Unfortunately always his by @buckysdecaflove Mob Bucky x Reader
Carry you by @idkxwriting Stucky x ReaderĀ
Need a ride? And need a ride part 2 By @ilovemesomebucky biker bucky x ReaderĀ
His jersey J.B by @parkers-gal college hockey player Bucky x Reader
(Don't) Shoot your shot and don't shoot your shot 2 by @biglychee Bucky x Reader
Down at the bayou by @superbassbuck TFATWS Bucky x ReaderĀ
Listen to your instructors by @tuiccim Bucky x Reader x LokiĀ
It's a theory by @azriona Bucky BarnesĀ
Starry summer by @w1nter-fairy dbf Bucky x camgirl reader
The racing line chapter 1 by @daydreamgoddess14. F1 Driver Bucky x F1 Driver ReaderĀ
Pushing it down and praying by @sluterainterluder bucky x ReaderĀ
Down bad by @apenny4thots old Bucky x Reader
Thin walls poor decisions and thin walls poor decisions 2 by @stardustrider neighbor Bucky x ReaderĀ
Other Sebastian Stan CharactersĀ
My best girl series by @writing-not-crying Steve Kemp x Reader
Loca by @late-to-the-party-81 Nick Fowler x Bratty sugar baby reader
I didn't catch your name by @daydreamgoddess14 Nick fowler x reader x ofc
The good wife by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Steve Kemp x ReaderĀ
Steve RogersĀ
Let's explore and under the radar series by @inevitablysomber-dark dark Steve Rogers x ReaderĀ
Locked by @godmadeaterribleerror Steve Rogers x Reader
Daddy's mean side by @laufeysonbarnes3000 Steve x Reader
Other Chris Evans CharactersĀ
Think by @late-to-the-party-81 Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Arranged perfectly and Don't Move by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Andy Barber x Reader / Curtis Everett x Reader
Tech Tuesday Lloyd Hansen part 11 by @thezombieprostitute Lloyd Hansen x ReaderĀ
The gamblers wake up call by @paperweight91 Frank Adler/Curtis everett x Reader
You'd be like heaven to touch by @krirebr ghost Andy Barber x ReaderĀ
Cry because it's over by @epiphanyrogers Ari Levinson x ReaderĀ
LokiĀ
Titles don't matter here baby by @laufeysonbarnes3000 Prince Loki x seamstress reader
