blayresmuses

[blayresmuses]

hyper fixations are insane

#twd is my newest obsession #i’m gonna find some motivation and write for it <3 #thoughts.

[blayresmuses]

daryl dixon finds himself going soft for you, and it terrifies him.

suddenly he's going out of his way to grab you a very specific brand of chocolate bar because you mentioned they were your favourite in passing the night before.

suddenly he's giving you the bigger piece of food even though he needs it more since you all depend on him to survive. you try to say no, but he scowls at you and orders you to eat.

suddenly he's become the guy he used to laugh at, the guy his brother would mock and beat up just for being a "pussy". kissing his girl on the forehead and letting her braid his hair (it doesn't last long before he undoes them but u appreciate the effort anyway), giving her his extra pair of socks when her feet are cold, and telling her about some of the shit he's been through, his thoughts and fears, shit he never thought he'd share with anyone else.

suddenly he's looking the person he's fucking in the eye, whispering sweet nothings and i love yous right against your lips, letting you take off his shirt and run your fingertips gently over the scarred skin of his back.

and of course he's scared of you dying, but more shockingly, suddenly he's afraid of dying himself. suddenly he has something, someone, worth living for. someone who makes everyday a little bit brighter even when it feels like shit couldn't get worse. suddenly he wants to live, not just survive, and he wants to do it with you.

daryl dixon finds himself going soft for you, and it terrifies him, but it also makes him feel like a very lucky man.

#ahhh pls #twd #daryl dixon

[blayresmuses]

excuse me whilst i enter my daryl dixon obsessed era

#daryl dixon #twd #thoughts.

[blayresmuses]

is anyone else’s blog just completely dead now my notifs have plummeted

#i know i haven’t posted recently #but they’re normally still good? #thoughts.

[blayresmuses]

modern!aemond has everyone around college hooked, girls falling at his feet, but he pays them no mind; aemond simply does not care. aemond just cares about one person and that is his best friend; you. he walks you to your classes, always carrying your backpack. aemond waits for you with your usual coffee order every morning. it does not care if he’s in the middle of something important, if you call him he leaves everything to go to your rescue. you are the most important person to him and everyone knows that. you are never without your shadow, and your friendship has everyone wondering if you two would ever act on your feelings, apparently evident for everyone but you.

#omg pls

[blayresmuses]

WHAT THEY’RE LIKE IN BED

summary: what the hotd characters are like in the bedroom.

includes: aemond, aegon, alicent, rhaenyra, daemon, harwin.

warnings: sexual content ofc, my bad writing after falling off the face of the earth <3

aemond is an intense lover who’s touches are almost always given in a precise manner whilst still keeping a heated passion that drives you mad. in other words he knows what to do, where to touch and he does it knowing how you’ll react and what it will do to your body. he’s so intuitive to you and your feelings, normally forgetting about his own pleasure altogether and focusing on yours. he can be vocal - as vocal as a man like aemond can be - and always has some phrase to whisper to you in high valyrian. he can be rough and degrading at times but he’s so obsessed and devoted that he manages to keep the love in his actions and words show through.

everyone can collectively agree that aegon is lazy and that transfers into the bedroom. he would prefer you to do most of the work for him and take your pleasure as you wish because he won’t make much effort to make you feel good. the most he’d extrude himself is to bend you over a surface and take you that way. however, you can easily dominate him and use his pleasure to your advantage which he loves. he gets off on the idea of being powerful but also being your toy and will submit to you wholly, although he does have his bratty moments.

alicent has always seen sex as another form of duty, there only for the purpose of producing heirs so she’s a bit lost when there’s actual passion between the two of you. she’s a bit timid at first and prefers you to take the lead but can be adventurous once she gets comfortable. she likes the feeling of you wanting her, lusting after her and the two of you would usually rile each other up all day so that in the evening you’re crazed and needy. she’s very easily worked up, eager to please and quick to come.

rhaenyra definitely likes to switch energies depending on her mood. she likes to be the bossy, domineering one who makes all the rules and punishes you as she sees fit if you don’t obey. she likes to command you to do things - she’s definitely got you to crawl to her on occasions. however, she likes to submit as well if she feels up to it and let’s you take charge. seeing you riled up and being the leader turns her on more than anything. she can be outgoing and adventurous as well, dabbling in roleplay and bondage.

daemon has an unrelenting libido - there is literally not a time he will not have you. he has no qualms about public sex or taking you when there’s other people in your chambers. he’s a tease at heart and enjoys the idea of corrupting you, taking your innocence for himself. before you’re married he’d sneak you to the brothels and make you watch the others at it, describing what he’s going to do to you and how it will make you feel. he likes to stand over you and watch you touch yourself or show you how to take him down your throat, correcting you where you go wrong - a teacher of sorts.

it all depends on the mood for harwin. he can go slow and sweet, he’ll kiss you all over and worship you, looking you in the eye the whole time. he can also completely destroy you, leaving his mark all over you and pulling your hair. he likes it when you act bratty so he can put you in your place. he’s big on leaving lovebites on your boobs and ass then finger marks on your hips from when he holds you down. sometimes he just likes to watch, sitting you down on his lap and watching you grind against his thigh. he adores overstimulating you and has normally made you cum multiple times before he enters you.

#aemond targaryen smut #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #harwin strong x reader #house of the dragon smut #alicent hightower x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen smut

[blayresmuses]

make-up sex with aemond. he’d be whispering how sorry he is and how much he loves you as you ride him, hands tightly grasping your waist and forehead against your chest, trying not to cry. his priority would be to make you feel good, forgetting all about his own pleasure. he would worship your body, murmuring how he doesn’t deserve you. you would take his face in your hands, eyes soft as you stare right into his soul, “you are all i want. for better, for worse.” and he would hide his face on your neck as you reassure him that everything is fine. then you would cuddle for a while, after that you would bathe together, washing each other’s hair and kissing and just wanting to be as close as possible.

[blayresmuses]

intimacy unfamiliarity

summary: aemond feels lost without his eye patch but you show him he has no reason to feel that way.

warnings: unprotected sex, fem!reader, pure smut!

aemond was a quiet man by nature but never speechless.

he was an observer, someone who never opened their mouth without reason, without a purpose.

there are things he longs to say however, as you blink up at him, his eye patch dangling from the tips of your fingers. he stops moving completely, wincing at the sensation of your cunt clenching around him but he’s caught, like the stray cats of the keep that stand for seconds before scurrying off.

your fingers caress his face - the patch is disregarded somewhere - and when your thumb strokes under his marred eye his breath hitches, hips rutting against yours just once, delving ever deeper into your very being. you’ve taken a part of his soul he feels like, you’ve gotten it hidden somewhere inside you and he doesn’t know wether to snatch it back or protect it with his life. such vulnerability, it makes him shudder and shake - so badly your hands soothe his shoulders, his back.

aemonds mouth slots against your shoulder, his one eye unfocused, far away. he wants to avoid looking at you, so afraid of what he’ll see - disgust, regret, pity. he couldn’t stand it, wouldn’t bear to be the victim of such a thing. he’s a prince, he’s important and so his fingers clutch at the bottom of your jaw, holding your face far, far away from his. he wants to feel detached but his tongue slides over your pulse point at your neck and he imagines his is racing in just the same way, tied together with invisible tethers, bound for life.

you huff through your swollen lips, impatient little cunt trying to lock him in, make him move. your thighs lock around his waist and with all the strength you can muster you manage to flip aemond around until the positions are reversed. silvery blonde hair spreads on the pillow where’s yours was - he can feel the subtle body heat you have left behind, like the shadow of you is everywhere, surrounding him all at once.

that one eye finally surveys you, takes in the heaving breaths and the fussy, wilful glint in your pupils. your nails trail down the skin of his chest, tenderly as if you could spook him at any moment. he lets forth a growl and you whisper his name in response, watching him carefully. before you can think, can take in the anxiety thrumming through him at being underneath you, being exposed, you grip your own breast, shivering when your cool fingers touch your nipple.

the other hand slides down the flesh of your stomach. aemond watches you, completely enraptured. pleasure sizzles down his spine when you touch your clit, rubbing it slowly at first, working yourself up. he admires the way your back is arching, his own hand splaying across the skin as if he’s coming out of a stupor. his own hips move when you sink all the way down, taking him completely inside of you and the soft sigh of contentment you give out makes him want to finish there and then.

you don’t rise up again, simply rock back and forth against him - taking your own pleasure. aemond wonders if he should be angry that you’re using him to get off but the way you’re looking at him, admiring him, adoring him - it sends rivets of endorphins to every corner of his brain. the pleasure and lust drips from every pore and he reads every emotion that passes through your features. every thought behind those wide, hazy eyes are filled with him, how badly you want him, desire him. you keep grinding, engorged tip of his cock sliding back and forth against that spot inside of you that makes you see stars - ones that perfect, familiar shade of violet, settling themselves into every nerve in your body. the chamber is filled with cries of ecstasy, all of his name. aemond, aemond, aemond.

aemond knows every one of your tells and when you drop your hand from your chest and bring it to his, digging your nails right in just above his heart he knows your close, can feel it in the incessant clenching of your cunt, the wetness dripping down and gathering at the base of him. you press in and press in until it stings, until he imagines you want to take his heart from his chest and store it for yourself - you’re claiming him. ‘keep going,’ he urges hoarsely. ‘show me how much you want me, sweet girl.’

you whine, writhing on top of his form so beautifully the air is ripped from his lungs. the complete bliss in your stare pierces him so deeply because he truly realises then you’re not disgusted by him, nothing of the sort. you’re completely obsessed with him, attached and bound to him as he is you, all you radiate is pure love and he wants to swallow it down, let it consume him from the inside out.

your head drops back when you cum, mouth slack with pleasure. aemond let’s you ride it out, even when his fingers twitch with impatience. he grits his teeth through the tightening of you, knows you’re subconsciously trying to milk him, make him fall off of that precipice with you. you shake and tremble, hips still rocking back and forth, slow with sensitivity. finally, aemond grips the flesh of them, pulling himself up to become chest to chest with you.

you’re heaving, breasts rising and falling against him as you lean yourself forward. ‘thank you aemond,’ you murmur. your foreheads touch, breaths mingle. aemond doesn’t say a thing, merely takes in how you glow, how beads of sweat have gathered at your hairline and how your eyes are blown, glazed. you’re euphoric, clingy - always are in your post-orgasmic state - and aemond revels in it, let’s you murmur away your love for him, drinks it down like wine. ‘for showing me, being your true self.’

his first reaction is to freeze up but instead his large hands encircle your waist, resting there as he admires the sight of you there. neediness pulls at the base of his spine and he knows he doesn’t need much to finish. rough fingers grip at the flesh of your ass as his hips rut upwards, sliding against your balmy walls until you’re gasping into his mouth, fingers tangled messily in the strands of his hair. aemond hums with pleasure, that sapphire glinting in the light as he takes you.

‘you were made for me,’ he grunts as you cry out. ‘no one else, only me.’ there’s desperation in the way he touches you as if marking you with his cum is his most vital task. he will never be used to this vulnerability or the innocence of true love. with you there’s no scheming, you’re the only thing in his life that will never be corrupt, just constant and reliable, another part of himself.

you beg for it, for him to fill you - give you that final piece of bonding to tie you together completely. you’re shaking and moaning in pleasured sensitivity as aemond finishes, hand cradling the back of your head tightly. he breathes deeply against your mouth as he fills you with his seed.

he doesn’t move for a long time after he finishes, let’s you cling onto him as he absorbs the contact, the contentment that thrives in his veins. before the afterglow even gets the chance to settle he’s reaching for the eyepatch, the security it brings him. you just watch, only wanting him to be comfortable. that softness, selflessness makes him feel ashamed and when he looks you in the eye he finds he can’t do it, can’t put it back on when you’re sitting there in front of him, unashamed of who you are or where you’ve been.

he drops it to the floor and cradles you into his chest, heart rate picking up again when you kiss the nail marks that are scattered there. ‘only mine.’

#aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #house of the dragon smut

[blayresmuses]

so, so true!! the smallest comment makes all of the difference to writers❤️

It kills me inside when I see passionate and talented writers get treated like literal air. Their fics are searched for, consumed, needed - but might as well be invisible. Guys, if you enjoy a fic, please, if you can, leave it some love ❤ Reblog, comment. It literally makes a writer's day.

There's so many underappreciated masterpieces all around me. It literally takes a moment but I know from experience it makes the writer feel like what they put out there is good, and motivates them to create more. It makes you feel like all the hours and effort you put into your craft isn't pointless. Of course we should create for ourselves - but let's not pretend feedback isn't important. If writers didn't want feedback, they would have kept their work in their little notes or word documents instead of sharing it on a public platform. ❤ Just one little click can make such a huge difference angels <3

[blayresmuses]

still thirsting over daemon with short hair

#and I will be for a long time #daemon thoughts

[blayresmuses]

Please please please, I am begging you. I now have an addiction to daemon and all I crave is fluff. I don't particularly care what it is but omg soft daemon with his wife love ... My heart

fluffy daemon headcanons

authors note: i hope these help your cravings and you like them!! soft!daemon has my heart <3

warnings: mentions of sex

• you honestly didn’t think that a man like daemon would know the meaning of the word affection when you were first married.

• you thought deep down it was a marriage of convenience and you were scared of him more than anything but on your wedding night he was so gentle with you, murmuring praises in your ear about how long he has waited for you.

• and you do find out down the line that he really had to wear your father down to get him to accept the betrothal - we’re talking months and months of pestering him, threatening him, bribing him - just anything to try and get him to agree.

• that dedication becomes a running theme through your marriage. he genuinely does adore you and dote on you, much to everyone else’s surprise.

• he’s always there for you when you’re down or anxious - even if the reassurance is blunt and harsh - he’s your shoulder to cry on and he’s very intuitive to your emotions, often keeping a watchful eye on you when you’re out together.

• he’s protective of you to a fault - you’re his precious, darling wife - and he won’t tolerate you being disrespected or intimidated by anyone, even his own family.

• he’s very touchy at night and i have said this before he cannot sleep without touching you!!! daemon needs to have some sort of physical contact with you at night, even if it’s just your hand or your back.

• when you have trouble sleeping he tries to coax you into it by telling you stories of his times at war and battle or even the backstory of caraxes. he expects this to bore you, especially when he’s murmuring it to you in softer tones, but you usually end up staying up all night listening to his stories.

• when you start to get comfortable you like to play around with his hair. daemon often sits between your legs and lets you do your thing with it whilst he vents and de-stresses.

• imagine you’re the one who cuts his hair shorter!! you take it very seriously like your his own personal barber, sitting on his lap and trying to distract him from how tense he is at the fact you have the control over his precious locks.

• he’s pleasantly surprised at the good job you do and he likes the spike in your attraction to him - you can barely keep your hands off of him.

• one thing that really shows his love to you - and it’s small but it means the world to you - is just how much he listens to what you have to say. everyone knows he’s quick to boredom and doesn’t take the time to enjoy the quiet moments but with you he does and that makes it all the more special.

• you could be talking about something silly like dresses or flowers and he’ll sit and listen intently, asking you questions and inquiring about your knowledge on subjects.

• anything you say you like or you want he gets you - if you say you like a specific colour he’ll go and buy you everything in that colour. dresses, flowers, jewels, new rugs and chairs for your chambers - he’s so over the top.

• even with food as well, before you’re married he finds out through handmaidens and servers what you like and what you don’t so when you’re dining together you have a whole selection of things to your taste.

• the whole court is very surprised at how taken he is with you. especially at balls and tourneys he does things that are very uncharacteristic for him like dancing with you in front of everyone and little gestures like pulling your chair out and refilling your goblets.

• daemon is very affectionate with you, even in public he doesn’t take his hands off of you no matter who’s around or who’s uncomfortable with it - unless you are - the two of you often go into your own world, flirting and winking at each other.

• he’s surprisingly intimate with you as well which you never expected. holding you after sex and even taking baths with you, cradling you to him in the water where there’s not one part of your bodies that aren’t touching.

• he’s definitely one of those husbands that want you to sleep naked and if you come to bed in a nightgown he’ll do his best to get you out of it!!

• he hates it when you’re hurt and really refuses to leave your bedside when you’re sick unless you really insist on space. the poor maesters often leave the room shaken and scared after speaking with him because he’s so bossy and intimidating.

• i believe he’d take you everywhere with him, believing that the best place for you is by his side because no one can protect you and look after you like he can.

• he can just be overall an amazing husband <3

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen headcanons #daemon targaryen fluff #daemon targaryen hcs #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon

[blayresmuses]

i saw someone on tiktok make aemond targaryen on sims and i’m fighting everyday not to start a whole enemies to lovers storyline

#i need to write #thoughts.

[blayresmuses]

i’ve came back to 1k it’s actually insane love and appreciate you all so much <3

#milestones🤍

[blayresmuses]

aemond finds out your getting married to someone else so he fucks a bastard into you so you have no choice but to marry him

oh my fucking god, yes.

and he’d be sweet too, just so understanding when you come to him with your predicament and he’d be the first to wipe your watery eyes and kiss your trembling lips. he just has to promise you that everything will be okay, that you’ll be taken care of because what else is it than a simple mistake.

of course he just needs you to trust in him, have you eating out the palm of his hand. you think that he’s sweeter than the lemon cakes you have at tea but he knew exactly what he was doing. if you were swollen with his child you couldn’t exactly marry someone else and when he takes you off to the sept, adorned in some pretty dress, you still think he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart. it was all just one big mistake and you’ve been so, so, so lucky to have aemond, your knight in shining armour.

of course he invites your near husband, makes him watch all night as he kisses you, whispers in your ear, touches you places he shouldn’t in public - he just has to show off his pretty new wife <3

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond thoughts

[blayresmuses]

ok but what about aemond finding out that you’ve to be married off to some other lord so he sneaks into your chambers and completely ruins you, taking you over and over again with his cock until you’re an incoherent little mess, coating his length with your wetness and rutting your hips up against him so desperately he’s got no other choice but to fill you up and make you completely his <3

#aemond thoughts #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader

[blayresmuses]

going to be super busy this weekend so i don’t think there’ll be any fics up from me but pls send me some thots to keep me going and i can try get some lil blurbs done <3

#go extra on the smut before i get rlly rusty #thoughts.

[blayresmuses]

MAKING OUT WITH THEM

summary: what making out with the hotd characters entails.

includes: aemond, aegon, daemon, jace & harwin

warnings: slightly nsfw

aemond adores making out with you. he loves feeling you get worked up, slowly but surely until you��re gasping into his mouth. his fingers would find their way under your skirts, trailing up the silken skin of your thighs. he’s messy with it, licking along your bottom lip until you open your mouth then he’s nothing but a starved man - tasting your mouth, taking your lip between his teeth. he’s more controlled than you somehow, holding back groans when you shyly start rocking your hips, whispering his name. when you finally come up for air he can’t hide his disappointment. ‘five more minutes,’ he’d urge desperately, utterly in love with your glassy eyes and the line of saliva that breaks between the two of you and hits your chin. ‘come on, messy girl. give your husband what he wants.’

aegon uses it purely to his advantage. bringing it out purely to stop the moaning, the whining at him to behave better - even though you look pretty doing it, with that pout of yours, the grumpy spark in your eye. he grips your chin, gazing intently into your eyes as you fall quiet. watches as your eyes travel to his mouth, as your tongue slips out to wet your lip. ‘stop trying to mother me,’ he says as he brings his lips to yours. it’d be rough, he’s only doing it to put you in your place, at least according to him. he’s intoxicating and he’s greedy - pulling at your hips as he explores your mouth with his tongue and not letting you up for air - before leaving you there panting and needy.

daemon loves it when your clingy. a trembling, needy thing practically begging for the smallest touch. that’s how you end up on his lap, giving his shoulders a harsh clutch as you tell him how much you’ve missed him. he noses at your neck, licks along your jaw, until he takes your mouth. it’s slow at first, small pecks that leave you huffing and pouting then you lose it, pushing back against him and capturing his lips. it’s sloppy, chaotic - your teeth clash before your lip is pulled between his. he’s in complete control, enjoying the little show you’re putting on for him. he’d pretend that he had to go just to see the alarm in your eyes, feel the tightening of your thighs around his waist but of course he’s not going anywhere, how could he?

jacerys is so fucking obsessed with it, honestly. when you’re betrothed he seeks you out, nervously fiddling with his fingers behind his back. he always asks if he can kiss you first, adoring the shy smile that coats your features as you nod. he’s gentle at first, letting you guide it as he cautiously touches your back. he’s subtle as he dances the line between a little improper and terribly improper but eventually the line goes out the window as his tongue tangles with yours. he’d grip the back of your head and cradle you into his chest, enjoying the way your fingers twist into his tunic. he could do it for hours and he’s never the one to pull away first, it’s always you that has to tell him you’re getting carried away.

harwin is nothing if not handsy - he finds you irresistible so he’s riled up twenty four seven. kissing him becomes your way of trying to sate him when out in public. it becomes your thing to sneak off into the halls, hiding away from prying eyes. he’s so eager, lifting your thigh around his waist, hands finding their way under your skirts to the flesh of your ass. he squeezes and ruts into you, kissing you until you’re breathless. your hands find home in his hair, tugging at the strands desperately. he try’s to keep you looking proper enough so no one suspects a thing but it never goes to plan, you’re always blushed with swollen lips and messy hair.

#aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #aegon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #harwin strong x reader #house of the dragon smut #jacerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen smut #daemon targaryen smut