Bonus poll: Since Hattie Shaw was determined to be a member of House Targaryen (or at least, that’s the Great House she’d be most affiliated with), if she was around during the Dance of the Dragons, which side would she support?
request; can you write a hattie shaw x reader smut where they're on the couch and by the end of it right after they finish her brother almost catches them?
warnings; I made this with fem!reader in mind, but I don't think I was too descriptive. oral, fingering, getting caught, the works. Also very short.
characters; Hattie Shaw, Deckard Shaw, reader.
pairing; Hattie x reader
a/n; Ever since that god forsaken fantastic four trailer came out she's plagued my mind and jesus christ I'm obsessed.
Hattie Shaw is not a teenager. She’s a grown-ass woman—wanted for many crimes, a government agent, a spy, among other things. She knows how to shoot, how to fight, how to drive, how to take care of a bullet wound. She has seen people die, and she has killed before. So, you’d expect her to be mature, to handle things like a regular adult.
And yet.
And yet, she’s on a couch—Deck’s couch, of all places—laid on top of the only person who makes her palms sweat. Speaking of palms, her left arm aches from supporting her weight while her right hand is buried in your pants. Your lips touch, tongues teasing as breathless moans escape between them. Your hands can't stop moving, gliding from her face to her shoulders and back up again.
“Hattie… don’t tease,” you murmur against her, hips moving with no coordination, desperately seeking friction.
Hattie smiles, taking the opportunity to press a lingering kiss against the soft skin of your neck. Her thumb finally brushes against your clit, drawing a moan from your lips.
"If you stopped being annoying, I wouldn’t have to tease you," she says, her mouth trailing down to lick at the juncture of your shoulder and neck.
Smirking, you push her away just long enough to strip off your shirt and bra—the latter of which she had already managed to unclasp. ("Quick fingers, love. You know how it is," as she liked to say.) When you lay back again, you notice her staring.
Hattie's soft spot for you was already something worthy of note, but the way she visibly melted whenever you batted your eyelashes at her was almost laughable. It was the way your lips jutted into a slight pout, the way your brows knitted together just barely, that made her want to punch a wall and cover you in kisses.
Plus, your chest being right in front of her was a nice touch.
Swiftly, she helped you unbutton and slide off your pants while managing to kiss you in the process. You could feel her smirk against your belly as she descended lower, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning too loudly when her hands moved up to massage your chest. As she reached your navel—just a little too far from the aching spot between your legs—she bit down, and you couldn't help but tremble beneath her attention.
The rest felt like a blur. Her tongue flicking away, her fingers curling at the exact right spot, squeezing and stroking until you lost count of how many times you had finished all over her face.
And then—
With her girlfriend’s body completely exposed, her tongue shoved deep between her legs, the door suddenly swung open.
Hattie would be chastised later for not paying more attention, but in her defense, it was a bit hard to hear the jingle of keys when her hearing was muffled by moans and a pair of thighs.
"What the fuck?" Deckard's voice rang out in pure disgust before the door slammed shut with force, followed by the unmistakable sound of gagging echoing down the corridor.
Hattie flew back in horror while you scrambled to hide yourself under the cushion behind your head. You couldn’t stop laughing, your hands covering your mouth, eyes welling up with tears.
Hattie, in full panic mode, rushed to the guest bedroom and returned with a blanket, draping it over you and trying to get you up—until she gave up. You were laughing too much.
“He’s gonna kill me. I’m dead,” she muttered, hastily wiping her chin and trying to fix her hair into something less obviously just had my face between someone’s legs. "I’m gonna talk to him. Please, go take a shower. And don’t forget your panties."
She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and marched toward the door like a woman about to face a firing squad. Meanwhile, all you could do was laugh, covering your face, too pleased and too shocked to do anything else.
My first fanart! 🫣🫣 The Shaw Siblings grew up in the 80s so I thought they should have the look too! 😆
Thank you so much @my-dandelion-darling for encouraging me through my journey!!
Also, I know we're in different fandoms, but @srtruth @toxictaicho seeing your fanart over the last few weeks has really inspired me and let me take the first steps to draw my own art!
