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happilyhertale · 4 months

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Warmth on a cold night – Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Soaked and frozen through, you and Daemon seek shelter in an inn. You are lucky and there is still a room – but you have to share a bed together.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Sex (p in v)

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.6 k

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In the midst of a storm, your coat clings tightly to your body and forms a weak barrier against the relentless wind. The hood wraps around your face, like a shield against the icy sting of the weather. Beside you, Daemon trudges on stoically, mimicking your efforts to ward off the biting cold.

Lights appear in the distance, like a beacon of refuge. No great words need to be exchanged between you, your steps take you towards the welcoming light.

Without a word, Daemon swings open the door of the tavern as you reach it and holds it open for you. Without hesitation, you enter the warm parlour. The door closes behind you and Daemon stops near you. He leads you further into the room and, as you remove your hood, the lively scene unfolds – a sea of people engaged in animated conversation, accompanied by laughter, fills the air.

Daemon walks to the counter and you instinctively follow him, but the allure of the crackling fire next to the counter catches your attention. You approach the flames and seek relief for your frozen limbs, your eyes fixed on the dancing flames.

But Daemon interrupts your reverie with a low growl and catches your eye. His silver hair, which he has freed from the confines of his hood, seems to light up the room.

"What's going on?" you ask as he stands next to you.

With a murmur, he tells you the news, "They have one room left," he admits, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, "but only with a single bed."

A subtle nod on your part acknowledges the predicament, and you focus back on the mesmerising fire. Before the warmth can fully penetrate your body, the landlady appears behind you and leads you to the only available room.

Once again, you don't hesitate for long and enter when she opens the door for you. You exchange a smile with the friendly lady before Daemon follows you in. The room is modestly furnished, but is quickly dominated by Daemon's imposing presence. A fire flickers in the corner, the warmth of which elicits an involuntary sigh of contentment from you.

The cold has made your fingers stiff, but you don't let it stop you from taking off your wet clothes. Daemon immediately realises that your fingers are starting to open your coat.

"What are you doing?" he mumbles as you place your coat next to the fire.

"Well... I'm soaking wet, and I'm definitely not going to bed in wet clothes," you say and start to undo your dress.

He mumbles, "So it's already decided," and starts to open his coat.

You look at him questioningly, "What?" comes out of your mouth.

Daemon's eyes meet yours and he takes off his coat. He approaches you to place his coat next to the fire as well.

"Well, you're going to sleep in the bed," he says, standing close to you.

"Yes..? And what would be wrong with that?" you ask him.

He smiles slightly, "Well... There's nothing wrong with that. But it's a single bed and.." but you interrupt him.

"Don't be ridiculous, we can both fit in there," you say and push your dress down. You bend down to pick up the dress, not noticing how Daemon briefly scrutinises your body in your vest.

As you place your dress next to the fire, you hear Daemon mumble something unintelligible. But without another word, you walk over to the bed and lie down in it. You watch Daemon lightly as he puts his shirt and trousers next to the fire. He comes over to the bed in his undergarments and stands in front of it.

"I sleep on the wall side of the bed," Daemon mumbles, climbing into the bed behind you. At first he tries to lie on his back – but the size of the bed makes it impossible, and before he crushes you with his body and your legs continue to fight for more space, he turns round. You are still lying on your back, Daemon's gaze fixed on you. "Turn round," he murmurs.

You look to the side and your eyes meet, in the room that is only bathed in a soft light from the small fire in the corner.

"Why?" you ask quietly.

"Do as you're told for once," he murmurs and you feel his large hand grab you and turn you round with a purposeful movement, accompanied by your gasp.

For a moment, you don't dare breathe as you feel his body right behind you. The heat radiating from his body, his warm breath on the back of your neck. There must be some truth to the warmth of the dragons that lies dormant in the Targaryens.

But your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a certain warmth on your bum. His crotch isn't really pressing against you, but you can still feel the warmth spreading through your abdomen. Slowly, you start to move your hips slightly.

A slight grumble sounds behind you, causing you to bite your lip. As your ass bumps lightly against his crotch, you startle yourself briefly, but are encouraged to keep moving by the repetitive grumble. When your movement doesn't stop, his hand suddenly grabs your hip again.

"Stop that," Daemon growls behind you and a smirk forms on your lips.

"Stop what?" you whisper almost innocently and try to move your hips again, but his hand has a firm grip on you.

"You're playing with fire..." he growls. With the next movement, you feel yourself pushing against a hard resistance that wasn't there a moment ago.

"Well... I like it warm," you whisper. The pressure against his hardness increases as you let your bum circle slightly.

"You're unbearable," he grunts.

"And you're..." but you can't finish the sentence. With another purposeful movement, he suddenly lies on top of you and spreads your legs. You gasp slightly and your eyes suddenly open wide.

"You like warmth? Well, let's give you the heat then," he grumbles and presses his face into your neck.

"Daemon," you say, but then you shudder as his teeth and lips brush over the exposed skin of your neck. As his hand reaches between your legs, you gasp again, whimpering as his fingers find your heat.

"Daemon..." you try again, but you don't sound convincing. A whimper escapes you as he slides his fingers through your folds. But before you can protest any further, Daemon suddenly kisses you. The kiss is almost tender and surprises you. You would never have thought that the Rogue Prince's lips, never embarrassed to release an inappropriate remark, could feel so gentle.

But you are even more surprised when he starts to press his hardness rhythmically against you. He grinds against your warm core, and you whimper into his mouth and begin to move your hips to his rhythm. He grunts slightly and starts to pull his undergarments down so far that his cock pops free. With a whimpering protest from you, his fingers leave your warm core and grip his hot length. A cheeky grin graces his lips as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds and you moan out.

The silence of the small room is further disturbed by your moans as he rubs the tip over your sensitive pearl. Almost greedily, you thrust your hips towards him as he slides along your entrance. The tip of his leaking member grazed your folds as it nestled against your eager entrance and with the next rhythmic movement, he complies with your request and slides inside you.

The stretching for you and the tightness for him makes you both moan. The deeper he penetrates, the more overwhelming the warmth and tightness of your damp walls become, a loud grunt goes through the room. But he pushes further and stretches you inch by inch.

You whimper and moan, giving in to the sensation of his hips thrusting harder. With every rut of his hips, he elicits a sweet sound from you. He grunts as he looks at you, watching your face directly, every time he slides out, memorising every pleasurable expression you make every time he hits the right spot deep inside you again.

Driven by your heels digging into the back of his thighs, Daemon grabs the back of your thigh before thrusting into you at a furious pace. You moan into his mouth as his lips crash onto yours. But a stifled grunt escapes Daemon as you move your hips faster and slide over his length. The way your damp walls grip his shaft and draw him inside until his throbbing tip is pressed against your cervix has captured his attention completely. You are so needy, leaking all over his cock.

The heat floods through you and you feel him stimulating exactly the right places inside you with every thrust.

"Daemon..." you whimper and he feels your cunt clench around his cock. He buries himself in you up to the hilt, he wants to hear you scream. His balls slap against your bum, completely covered in your wetness. The grunts and moans are now accompanied by your outcry and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your fingers dig into his biceps and you moan loudly as the heat floods through your body.

Daemon can't help but grunt and thrusts hard a few more times before he clothes your warm, contracting walls in white. You kiss again and his thrusts slowly subside. Your heavy breathing echoes through the small room as Daemon slowly rolls off you. But before you can waste a thought on whether things might get awkward between you, Daemon pulls you into his arms.

"Warm enough?" he mumbles and you swear you can hear him smile.

"You're unbearable," you whisper, but you close your eyes and snuggle up to him – filled as well as enveloped by his warmth.

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 4 months

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A Little Bit More

25/12: Promise & Phone Sex - Billy Washington Word Count: 1.6k~ | Warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation (f and m) A/N: this exists in the Every Little Bit universe!

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He always knew it was coming around, and yet he always hated it.

Her dad’s birthday was in between Christmas and New Year, that weird time where you don’t know what day it is, never seem to have enough food in and where you’re so disorientated in the post-Christmas haze that it’s like coming down from a sugar high.

It was the few times of year where she went away by herself, wanting to spare Billy from the absolute torture of being around her parents for a few days as she made excuse after excuse as to why they weren’t married yet.

Not that he minded, there was only so much of her mum Billy could take.

He’d seen her off at the train station, her duffel bag looking very much as big as her in the cutest way possible as she skipped off to the platform in her winter overcoat and scarf, the chill nipping at her cheeks.

It was only a few days. It was only a few days. He had to keep reminding himself.

Billy sighed, tapping the remote control against his knee, only half-watching whatever terrible Friday night tele graced his flat. The pizza box was closed shut on the coffee table, having tried to cheer himself up with a takeaway.

His phone buzzed, and he couldn't help the smile that rose to his face, seeing her name in bright white letters on the face of it.

She'd promised to ring 9 o’clock on the dot, after all.

“Hiya, ya alright?” he answered, his voice sounding perkier already, his muscles relaxing once he heard her voice.

“Hey, you sound happy”, she replied low down the phone, and he could tell she was smiling by the way she said it.

“I am now,” he grinned, “just finished a 12 inch on my own.”

She groaned over the line, “Billy.”

“I'm joking, it's because I've heard your voice again.”

“Better,” she laughed breathily, “what you up to? Other than missing me, of course.”

He sighs, “Being a sad cunt, staying in with a beer watching whatever shite is on Channel 4.”

“Ooh dear,” she says unenthusiastically, “sounds dull, babe.”

Billy hummed in agreement, “What about you? What you up to?”

It was her turn to sigh, “fuck all, really. Mum and Dad went to go and see Mum's mate Jill, you know Jill don't you?”

“Yes, babe.”

“Yeah, well they left at five and are yet to be back. Convinced she's got them tied up in the basement.”

Billy laughed through his nose, “That actually sounds better than what she might actually be doing, chatting their bloody ears off.”

“Poor buggers, eh,” she laughed, “so I'm sat here on my tod.”

“What a shame you've got me to talk to then.”

He could hear her smile, “could be worse. You missing me?”

The alcohol had offered him a kind of confidence, and he sucked his teeth, holding back a grin, “You could say that. Missing something anyway.”

He heard her mischievous tone even over the crackle of the phone.

“Are you now?”

The line went quiet for a while, before a notification buzzed and Billy turned her on loudspeaker for a moment as he pulled his phone from his ear to check.

…has sent an image.

With one flick of his thumb, his jaw dropped, the depths of his gut becoming tight and hot by the picture she'd sent him. It was her figure reflected in a mirror, wearing clearly nothing but a large t-shirt (his, he noted) and pulling the spare fabric to one side to show her curves as well as her pebbled nipples beneath it.

“Jesus..”

She giggled over the phone, “is that a good ‘jesus’?”

“I-fuck, yes…”

Another one arrived, with her pulling up the hem of her shirt over her hips and expanse of her stomach, just beneath the shadow of her breasts.

“Christ, babe, what are you doing to me?”

She hummed, “sorry, you said you were missing me.”

Billy sighed looking at the photos, every now and then closing his eyes to will the feeling of her skin onto his fingertips, the warmth of her, the sounds she'd make for him.

His breathing grew shallow as he reached into his jeans, wrapping one hand around his length, to softly pump himself, already half-hard since the moment the first picture arrived.

“Are you enjoying them?” she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Mmhm..” he murmured.

Another few arrived, in various stages. One where the shirt was fully over her breasts, one where she was wearing nothing at all leaning back to show her full naked torso, and one sat on the bed, the lines appearing where her hips met her thighs.

“Oh fuck…”

Over the phone, she could hear the clinking of his belt as he pleasured himself, “are you touching yourself, baby?”

He could only make a sound in confirmation, his throat closing as he fisted himself to the photos of her.

She sighed, as if her touching herself was expelling a deeply rooted desire, her hands sliding between her legs, the other holding the phone to her ear, “Mm…wish you were here…”

“-ffuck-me too, baby-”

His strained voice was enough to coax some slick between her fingers, using it to pleasure herself, laid back on the bed.

“are you on the sofa?...”

He swallowed, breathlessly replying, “yeah..”

“Do you remember before I left…” she started, and the memory nearly made Billy dizzy.

He was sat right where he is right now, legs apart to accommodate her kneeling there. She'd been annoyed that he was playing Xbox, and so, in an effort to make him lose his game, had knelt in front of him, pulled his sweatpants over his hips and eagerly took his length between her lips.

She'd gotten what she wanted. Before long, his controller was long forgotten and instead, his fingers were threaded through her hair, guiding her pace on him.

He can feel his stomach tightening at the memory of the sensation.

“Do you remember, baby?”

“Yes…”

“Hm..” she hummed, over the phone, while in her own bed began to hasten the pace of her self-pleasure.

"If I were there...do you know what I'd do?"

"What..." he breathed, his hold on his phone so tight without realising.

"I'd get up...off my knees...on top of you..." she muses, sighing at the feeling herself beginning to crest, "...maybe tease you a bit..."

"Fuck-no, baby, don't tease me-"

She let out a breathy laugh, "but why not? It's so much fun."

Her hips canted towards her own touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she held the phone loosely as the pressure tightened in her gut.

"What would you do, baby? If I was right there on top of you..."

His voice came strained, every stroke of his length in his fist drawing him close to fulfilment.

"I would - I'd fuckin' pull you down..."

She could tell he was close by the tone of his voice, and she bit back a smile, knowing he was much too far gone to even form a coherent thought.

"I'd let you fuck me...right there...be your little fuck toy..." She mused in a sort of whisper, "...you could cum inside me...as many times as you want, baby..."

Billy's lips parted, not even realising how his movements had become rapid, needy and quick.

"Oh fuck-"

On the other side she was close herself, and then she heard the prompt and pulled the phone away from her ear to see a request to switch to video call. She accepted without thinking and felt her gut twist at what she saw.

His jeans were pushed around his zipper barely, only enough to free his cock as he pumped it quickly. She was entranced as Billy pleasured himself in real time, her face growing warm at the effect she'd clearly had on him.

And then she heard it, a long shuddered whimper of her name, followed by, "Oh baby-"

She felt her thighs tremble as she came, warmth rushing beneath her hips and a tingling sensation rushing from her toes all the way up her spine, as Billy groaned deeply and spilled all over his fingers for her to see.

Her hand has slowed, overstimulation gnawing as she touched herself with Billy's languid thrusts into his hand continuing to pull a deep arousal from her.

Over the video she heard his laboured breaths, gulping for air.

When the video turned off she smiled tiredly and pulled her phone back to her ear, hearing his tired, exhausted voice.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he breathed. She could imagine him, all spent and limp on the sofa, and the thought made her smirk and press her thighs together with want.

"Mm, you're telling me. Do you feel better now?" She asked demurely.

"Fuck you," he teased, "fuck, I can't wait for you to get back..."

She gave a short laugh, "Oh yeah? What you gonna do when I am?"

He was quiet for so long she wondered if he'd heard her, her brows furrowed in confusion, lips parted to ask him if he was still there.

But realistically, on the other end, a wide smile graced his face, his blue eyes all aglimmer with mischief.

And what he said had the power to shut her right up. Excitement made her stomach flip, wondering what version of Billy she seems to have unleashed. Gone was the shy, unconfident Billy she'd found. Her efforts in getting him to...unwind somewhat shocking even her.

"How did you put it, hm?" he laughed, with a smile so bright like he'd just opened a present, "My little fuck toy?"

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aemondsbabe · 6 months

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sarah's 12 days of smuff!

a/n: not in the original order bc anarchy

dec. 14: hand holding & dry humping // osferth

dec. 15: reassurance & car sex // tom

dec. 16: sharing a drink & toys // modern!rhaenyra

dec. 17: swimming & face fucking // modern!aegon

dec. 18: bed sharing & accidental stimulation // osferth

dec. 19: in nature & deep throating // aemond

dec. 20: diary/letters & lingerie kink // modern!alicent

dec. 21: future & face sitting // daemon

dec. 22: sunset/sunrise & orgasm control // modern!aemond

dec. 23: dreams & dirty talk // helaena

dec. 24: promise & phone sex // tom

dec. 25: a fancy party & praising // michael

prompt list created by @madmax8603

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eddiethecowboy · 6 months

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Hello people of the Internet! So December is coming up and we all know 12 days of smut, I'm sure there's 12 days of fluff too but I wanted to write both in one fic but not in a "ooo aftercare blah blah blah" so I made my own fun challenge!

I present: 12 Days of Smuff

Okay I say a "challenge" but really it's just a prompt idea like... Everything else XD

I wanted to write smut but fluff on one fic aka smuff (internet's term not mine.) It's really for those of you that wanna write smut AND fluff as a challenge but given nothing like I do. It's up to you if you want it to be in the same fic or choose between them, I made it to be in the same fic but up to you honestly.

Do not ask how I came up with the prompts, I grabbed prompts with numbers and had Google choose between 1-31 and it chose those.

For those who have not done "12 days of [blank]" you will start posting December 14th, once a day until Christmas day, which seems like Christmas will be Christmas away from home lmao or OR you can even mix up the order!!! Like seriously I just wanted to make my own and share it.

ANYWAYS

#12DaysOfSmuff will be the tag cuz I can actually make a tag now and that's it

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apothe-roses · 5 months

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Cait’s 12 Days of Smuff Masterlist

Challenge prompt by @madmax8603 Dividers by @cafekitsune e and @mykento

Day 1: Hand Holding & Dry Humping

Day 2: Dreams & Dirty Talk

Day 3: In Nature & Deep Throating

Day 4: Reassurance & Car Sex

Day 5: Dairy/Jounal & Lingerie Kink

Day 6: Future & Face Sitting

Day 7: Sharing A Drink & Toys

Day 8: Sunset/Sunrise & Orgasm Control

Day 9: Swimming & Face Fucking

Day 10: Bed Sharing & Accidental Stimulation

Day 11: A Fancy Party & Praising

Day 12: Promise & Phone Sex (12/25)

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happilyhertale · 4 months

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Shared future – Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: As on so many other nights, your betrothed Daemon sneaks into your chambers. But tonight he has other plans for you.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Oral (f receiving); Fingering

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.6 k

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As the last candlelight fades, you retreat into the cosy embrace of your bed, snuggled up in the warmth of your blanket. Listening to the muffled sounds of the night, you wait patiently for the inevitable. Quickly and quietly, the hidden door in the wall of your chambers swings open, an enchanting routine that unfolds with each passing night. Your gaze turns to the entrance, a smile curling your lips as a figure with silvered hair slips gracefully into the room.

A slight bite on your lip betrays your anticipation, and your grin widens as your betrothed approaches. He removes his waistcoat and trousers and lies down in bed with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms. The gentle press of his lips against your hair, soft kisses and the familiar rumble emanating from his chest create an intimate atmosphere that you never dreamed possible with your future husband.

His fingers run over your form with a delicate touch, caressing the soft expanse of your skin. To the outside world, the rogue prince may appear to be a figure without such tenderness. But inside your chambers, a transformation is taking place – he longs to give you tenderness. And he has mastered the art of cuddling and caressing to perfection – and he honours your wish to defer the surrender of your maidenhead for the time being.

But that doesn't mean he keeps his fingers still. Daemon has already driven you to ecstasy countless times and pushed you to the limit. He has made you squirm and whimper and awakened a desire in you that makes you crave more and more.

His fingers slide southwards, but somehow it feels different this time. His fingers seem greedier and there's another slight grumble in his chest as he gently kneads your bum. "Love... come on, sit on my face," he suddenly murmurs into your neck as gentle kisses caress your skin. And never before has the blush rushed to your face so quickly.

"What...?" you mumble a little incredulously and feel a grin forming on his lips.

"Sit on my face..." he repeats, gripping your bum a little tighter.

"I-I heard you..." you whisper, "but... your face?". The familiar warmth in your lower abdomen spreads despite your irritation as memories of the wonders Daemon can perform with his tongue come to your mind.

A slight growl sounds again and vibrates in his chest, "I expect my future wife to take a seat on my face with her elegant arse... so that I can enjoy her to the full," he murmurs.

You're lost for words – not even a "what" leaves your lips. And as the silence spreads throughout your chambers, Daemon slowly pulls his head back and turns his gaze towards you. His purple eyes meet yours and he simply grins, enjoying the fact that you are at a loss for an answer. His princess, who is never at a loss for words, is speechless.

You're breathing a little heavily, your lips are slightly parted, but you feel his hands suddenly grab your hips and make you move slightly. Your gasp fills the air of your chambers, but you follow his movement.

"Daemon..." you say quietly, but you only feel his hands gripping the back of your thighs as you sit astride him. He smiles at you, and although you usually can't get enough of his smile, you know he's happy that you're so shy right now, and you'd love nothing more than to make him suffer right now.

His big hands don't let go of your thighs and push you further up and instead of a cheeky statement, you just gasp a soft "Daemon" as your hands grab the headboard of your bed and your warm core hovers right above his face.

You bite your lip lightly and look down. His smile remains hidden from you, but you are sure that the grin has not left his lips. His hands slowly slide up the back of your thighs under your nightgown and are suddenly on your bum. He grips it firmly, making you whimper, and then you feel him pull you down. The unforgettable sensation floods through you as his tongue glides through your folds. You whimper again and your hands literally dig into the wood of your bed.

Another "Daemon" escapes your lips and breaks the silence as he begins to slide his tongue inside you. His hands push you further down, further onto his face, letting his tongue penetrate you deeper. The worry that he might not get enough air leaves your mind as his tongue glides all the way through your wet folds and the vibration of his moan literally flows through you.

You moan as his tongue caresses your bundle of nerves. He only chuckles softly as you breathe heavily and moan again. But the artistry of his tongue doesn't let up. Not even when you finally grab your nightgown and pull it over your head.

It falls to the floor beside your bed, accompanied by Daemon's grunts as you move your hips and he continues to pleasure you with his tongue. He savours the sounds of your pleasure, the way your body writhes above him as he devours you with a possessive hunger.

He buries his face deep inside your most intimate part of your body as you suddenly feel him insert two fingers inside you.

As his lips close around your sensitive bundle of nerves again and he begins to suck, your moans echo through your chambers as his fingers continue to penetrate you. Daemon's tongue dances over your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit another moan from your lips. He plunges deeper, his tongue swirling around inside you, soaking up every drop of your arousal.

As if of your own accord, you push your cunt further towards him, wanting – no, needing – to feel more. Daemon grunts slightly as he senses how eager you are, angles his fingers differently and rubs the rough patch deep inside you.

"You like that, don't you?" he purrs against your folds, his voice full of satisfaction. "You like it when I taste you, when I make you cum," he growls as his tongue flicks faster and harder, his hand on your hip tightening as he pushes you closer to the edge. He's determined to bring you to the peak of pleasure, to make you scream his name once more.

But you can only moan loudly and bite your lip quickly so as not to make too much noise. But Daemon is watching you closely as he savours you. Your eyes are closed and you relish all his movements and caresses. Your mouth is open, but your breathing is intermittent and a whimper that ends in a moan leaves your lips.

Daemon inserts another finger into you and you cry out a little. Your one hand slides from the headboard of your bed into his hair, gripping it tightly as his tongue circles your clit faster and his fingers thrust into you.

"Daemon... Daemon... Daemon..." escapes your lips again and again as you breathe heavily. You feel him moan again as he notices how your cunt begins to clench around his fingers. And then it comes over you – you cry out slightly again as you come. Your eyes are closed as your hips continue to move.

But this time it feels different.

"Daemon.. stop," you whimper as his lips close tightly around your pearl again, his fingers thrusting further into you.

"Daemon..." you whimper again as a strong pressure builds up inside you. But he only growls again as his fingers continue their work, sucking even harder on your clit. Your eyes open again, your breathing quickens and you realise from his gaze that he's not going to stop.

"Daemon, stop!" you gasp, trying to sound serious. But then it happens. You cry out again slightly as the pressure suddenly eases, then moan out loud.

Daemon grunts loudly, swallows all your elixir and savours how you lose yourself completely in ecstasy. When the overwhelming feeling subsides, you look down into his eyes again. Your breathing hasn't calmed down yet, your cheeks are all flushed. Daemon sucks on your pearl one last time before letting go of you. You move slightly away from his face as his lips release you. A grin plays around his lips – his lips and chin are soaked.

You bite your lips a little embarrassed, "Daemon... I-I made a mess," you whisper.

Daemon wipes his mouth with his hand and pulls you down to him in one movement, wrapping you in his arms.

"I don't want to hear that, love..." he murmurs, showering you with soft kisses.

"My wife won't apologise for the climaxes she's about to experience... I want her to enjoy the full ecstasy," he whispers.

You look at him and suddenly a warmth flows through you that has never made you feel so good. You lean your head slightly in his direction and kiss his lips, your lips meet almost greedily and move in unison.

Over the muscles of his chest and stomach, your hand glides gently to his crotch and he responds with a slight growl as you rub his hard manhood, which presses almost desperately against his undergarments.

"Love... don't start something you can't finish..." he whispers against your lips.

But your fingers continue to glide slowly along his length, "Then.. show me how to finish it," you whisper a little shyly.

Daemon hesitates, looking at you questioningly as you suddenly free yourself from his arms and move downwards, just grinning slightly. As you kneel between his legs, you pull his undergarments down. His hard member springs free and you bite your lips as you see it twitch slightly.

"Show me..." you whisper a little uncertainly and look up at him a little helplessly. But Daemon just nods slightly and guides your hand to his hard member.

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happilyhertale · 4 months

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Take it – Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Another night at your sugar daddy Daemon's house. He never fails to spoil and satisfy you and he knows exactly what you can take.

Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Use of sextoy, sex – p in v; Daddy-kink

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1 k

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12 days of smuff

You lie on his sofa, dressed only in stockings. Your legs are bent and your teeth don't want to expose your lower lip again while Daemon stands in front of you and spreads your bent legs wider. Almost incidentally, he brings his whiskey glass to his lips and takes a sip as he watches your most intimate part, how it drips with anticipation.

Slowly he leans forward, holds the glass to your lips and you obey, taking a sip and feeling the drink burning in your throat long after you've swallowed it down. Before the burning subsides, he places the glass against your cleavage. The coolness of the glass bores into your soft skin and you feel the sensation interrupted by the whiskey running between your breasts. The burn that flares in your wet folds as the whiskey flows down matches the burn in your throat. You whimper slightly, look up at him and you see him grinning slightly.

He puts the glass down on the table and reaches for something else almost at the same time – you don't have to look to know what he's reaching for. With his other hand, he grabs your chin and pushes your face up slightly as he slides his lip onto yours. You return his kiss almost greedily, tasting the remnants of the drink still on his lips and moaning lightly into his mouth.

"Mmhm... pretty impatient today, aren't we?" he murmurs against your lips. But before you can answer, you hear a soft click and suddenly feel something cold against your sensitive bundle. The vibration that follows and floods your intimate parts makes you moan. Daemon chuckles softly as your head falls back and another whimper, ending in a moan, leaves your lips.

With a casual movement of his finger, he raises the vibration level as he starts to press harder against your clit, which is followed by another moan from you. Your eyes open and fall on Daemon. But your eyes don't meet – his gaze is fixed on your pussy. He watches closely as he starts to slide the vibrator between your folds. Your whimpers are answered with a growl as he starts to tease your entrance.

Slowly, he increases the pressure and slides the tip of the toy inside you. Again you moan and gasp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your fingers dig into the sofa as Daemon starts to push the vibrator deeper into your wet pussy. Only the gentle whirring and your heavy breathing can be heard in the room as you feel the vibrations deep inside you, the slight pain making your pussy spasm.

"Daemon... gods... Daemon... too deep," you whimper, but he only chuckles slightly.

"I know what you can take... I just know it, little one," he murmurs and thrusts deeper, teasing your sensitive walls with the silicone. You cry out slightly and feel your entire abdomen vibrate as Daemon increases the vibration level again. The vibration reaches your clit as he changes the angle of the toy. It makes you moan and whimper at the same time.

Daemon leans down and kisses you, pushing his tongue almost brutally into your mouth as one hand spreads your legs wider and he pushes the vibrator deeper inside you. His movements become faster and with each thrust you feel his rough palm pressing against your folds and rubbing over your clit. Your whimpers fill the air and his teeth dig into your lower lip.

"Come for me..." he grunts as he notices your thighs start to tremble – but you can't answer. His hand slides from your thigh to your clit and a loud moan escapes you as you feel the pressure on your sensitive pearl while the vibrator disappears completely inside you again and again. He grunts as he watches everything closely and listens to the smacking sound your pussy makes as it is attacked by the toy.

But you can't hold it back any longer as you feel the tension building in your lower abdomen. You whimper and keep your eyes tightly closed. Your moans get louder and your fingers dig desperately into his forearm as you drop your head back onto the sofa. Daemon's chuckle fills the air as he notices you greedily trying to thrust your hips towards the toy.

"Fuck... Yes..." Daemon grunts and pushes it deeper into you. Loud moans literally shake the walls as your climax floods through you. You cry out and Daemon feels your pussy tighten around the toy, making it harder for him to penetrate you. But he thrusts it one last time, all the way into your tightness, watching your face closely as it contorts with desire and pain and a cry from you follows. He grunts again as your moans subside as the waves of heat slowly die.

Heavy breathing and your slight whimpering now fills the room. It seems as if your lips can't close properly as his hand slows down and lets you calm down. Your breathing is still heavy, but you look into his beautiful violet eyes and notice the slight smile on his lips as he slowly pulls the toy out of you.

You barely notice as he puts the toy aside to open his trousers and let out his obvious arousal. As it dawns on you what's about to happen, you bite your lip and look up at him. He now has his cock in his hand, his fingers grip it, moving up and down. The pumping of his hand is accompanied by his grunts as he watches you spread your legs again, almost of your own accord.

"Yeah... I know what you can take," he mumbles and kneels down on the sofa between your spread legs. Slowly, he leans forward and lets the tip of his cock slide through the juice of your last climax before he cups your lips with his again and starts to thrust into you. You whimper and moan into his mouth as your warm walls, now filled with his cock instead of silicone, begin to clench. His balls slap against your ass with every thrust as he continues to fuck you towards your next climax.

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happilyhertale · 4 months

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Words of love – Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Despite your long-distance relationship, you leave no stone unturned to sweeten Aemond's time until you see each other again at Christmas.

Pairing: Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 800

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12 days of smuff

Aemond steps into his dormitory room and carefully closes the door behind him. He stops for a moment and listens, but he hears nothing – and that makes him smile. His flatmate left early for the Christmas holidays, leaving only silence in his wake.

He walks over to his desk and holds a letter from you in his hand. Slowly, Aemond unfolds the letter. Despite the physical distance and the different universities that separate you, your commitment to maintaining this relationship is palpable.

Although you are miles apart, you write a 'good morning' message every morning, a thoughtful gesture to fill his day with warmth and positivity. In the evening, the sound of your voices on the phone is interrupted by a tender 'good night' message that he is only allowed to read when you have hung up. And he lets you have this fun that he only reads your message once your conversation is over.

But above all, the exchange of handwritten letters has become a cherished ritual. Aemond, who embodies a delightful blend of old-fashioned charm and romance, articulates feelings that touch the depths of emotion. His unique way with words, often moving to tears, transforms the ordinary into something extraordinary.

In his hands, he holds a letter that feels more substantial than the usual mailings. He has no idea that the thickness of the paper contains something to brighten up the run-up to Christmas. A smile crosses his face as he opens the envelope and slowly pulls out one of your lace panties. He recognises the panties... he loves seeing them on you.

He holds it gently in his fingers and immediately these images pop up in his head. Images of you wearing the panties, either with nothing else on or you wearing his shirt and walking around his room. Almost immediately, he feels his trousers getting tighter around his loins.

But before he does anything about this building pressure, he looks in the envelope again, hoping that there will be a letter inside – and he finds it. Slowly, he pulls the letter out of the envelope.

He begins with the usual sentences that always bring a smile to his lips. Sentences about how much you miss him and how you're looking forward to him being home with you again. He always feels a certain warmth in these sentences and also how much he enjoys them and his eyes dart across the paper, savouring the sentences, that you long for him, this time he is somehow looking for other sentences. And he finally finds them as he reads on.

His smile widens as the sentence jumps out at him "... Until I see you at Christmas, I wanted to sweeten the time for you..." – and Aemond bites his lip.

And with the next sentence, his hand slowly slips into his trousers before he really realises it "... Imagine how I wear the panties... how I stand in front of you, my back facing you... How I slowly slide the panties down over my bottom...".

Before he knows it, his fingers have grabbed his member and start sliding up and down. He holds your panties in his other hand as his hand moves faster and faster, his heavy breathing breaking the silence in his room. In his head, fantasies of you standing in front of him with just the panties on, which he clutches tightly – the thought makes him grunt.

His hand slides faster along his length, precum gathering at the tip of his member as his it begins to twitch in his hands. A loud moan follows as the thought of you pulling your knickers down, looking at him over your shoulder and biting your lip lightly, occurs to him. The thought of you leaning forwards slightly, your wet folds visible to him, follows and makes his member twitch violently again.

He closes his eyes and moans again as he imagines how he makes you moan every time you're together. How much he would love to thrust deep inside you right now. His fingers grip harder, sliding up and down faster, smearing your precum, his hips working against the motion to increase the friction as his other hand grips your panties almost desperately. Another grunt escapes him as he suddenly holds your panties to his hot member and it twitches dangerously. A loud moan lights up the room, ending in a grunt before he dresses your panties in white.

He watches as a little more cum lands on your panties with each pump. He breathes heavily, his hand slides up and down more slowly. The moans and grunts become quieter before he falls silent and leans back slightly in his chair with a smile.

He can hardly wait until he's back home to rip your panties off.

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happilyhertale · 4 months

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Missing you – Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: You have been separated from your boyfriend Aemond for some time now. But that doesn't mean you won't find a way to sweeten the time until Christmas.

Pairing: Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW;

Author’s note: My last Smuff Story! I really enjoyed writing all these little stories and sharing them with you! Thank you for reading and for your kind reactions!

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1k

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12 days of smuff

You find yourself in the warmth of your bed, wrapped in the embrace of your duvet. The room is in darkness, but your senses are wide awake. A soft glow emanates from your mobile phone, which you hold to your ear. From your phone comes the familiar voice of Aemond, your boyfriend. December envelops you with anticipation, the prospect of returning home for Christmas and being reunited with him fills you with a certain sense of anticipation.

Separated by the distances of the various universities you attend, maintaining the flame of your relationship requires effort. Despite the challenges, these nightly phone calls have become a cherished ritual for the two of you.

Your voice pierces the silence, "Will you be home in time for Christmas?"

The question hangs in the air and you wait patiently for his answer. Silence reigns, which only heightens your anticipation.

"Aemond?" you break the silence again after a while.

"Oh, sorry... I nodded," he mumbles as realisation dawns on him. Your soft laughter fills your room, bridging a little the gap between your distant places.

"Of course I'll come home in time," he says quietly, "...but I'd like to come now," he adds after a short while.

Your laughter fills your room again, "Wow, Aemond, that was really bad," you say.

Aemond is laughing now too, but you can hear the slight undertone that sounds so familiar.

"Oh, come on! I miss you so much... And your body... Your soft hands... And it'll be a while before we can see each other again," he says softly. You smile, but hesitate to answer him.

"And my hand is already slipping into my boxers..," he suddenly murmurs and tries to engage you in a naughty conversation. You blush slightly at the thought of his fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers and touching the shaft of his hot manhood. Your teeth dig slightly into your lower lip.

"Aemond..." you start, but he interrupts you.

"My hand is cupping my cock... Can you imagine how it twitches when I think of your hand touching me now... how your delicate fingers grip it? How they move up and down?" he murmurs.

And suddenly the familiar warmth between your thighs, which have been longing to be pleasured by Aemond, makes itself known.

In the meantime, Aemond slides his hand up and down, waiting for your reaction, or at least a word. But just before he's about to admit defeat and come to terms with the idea that he'll jerk himself off right after the phone call, he hears your soft voice.

"Does he twitch when you think about how wet I already am for you? How much I long to be home for Christmas?" you whisper, running your fingers over your panties to find your sensitive bundle of nerves – and Aemond's cock does indeed twitch.

He moans slightly, closes his eyes and imagines sliding the tip of his cock through your wet folds, only to slide into his warm home. His hand grips tighter, smearing the already leaking precum along its length.

"Gods, yes... He twitches so much... Baby, I need you so much... I need to feel your warmth... I need to be inside you..." gasps Aemond as his hand slides faster.

Your hand is now inside your panties, rubbing the wetness that is already dripping from your hot entrance along your folds to finally tease your clit. You moan softly and make Aemond's cock twitch again at the other end of the line. Slowly, you let two fingers slide inside you and imagine they are Aemond's.

"Aemond... I wish you were here... could thrust into my tightness..." you whimper and with each word your fingers slide into you a little faster. Aemond moans again and feels the pressure spreading from his abdomen to his balls as his hand increases the pressure and slides faster.

"Oh Love... I'd thrust into you so hard you'd scream... you wouldn't be able to walk for weeks," he moans as he imagines your hand sliding up and down his cock and the other starting to massage his balls. His mobile phone slips into the crook of his neck, but he hears you breathing heavily, hears your moans, which he answers with his own moans.

Your thoughts are focussed on Aemond. You listen to his deep voice and hear his moans. You can't help but imagine him gripping you, not letting go and thrusting into you, turning you into a moaning mess.

"Yes, baby... spoil your pussy for me," Aemond growls suddenly and you can't help but obey him. Your fingers thrust into you faster as your palm smacks against your pearl with each thrust. You can feel the pressure building up in your abdomen.

"Aemond... I... I..." you stammer as your warm walls tighten around your fingers. You moan into the phone, closing your eyes and breathing heavily as you hear Aemond moan. Your moans do the rest and Aemond feels the twitching, the pressure pulling from his balls into his cock.

He comes with a long moan as he hears your familiar whimpers and moans. He dresses his belly in white, pumps his hot member a few more times and watches as all his juice is pumped out. He moans and breathes heavily and lets his head fall back onto the pillow, exhausted. You can't feel his heat, you're not lying in the same bed, but the same contented smile adorns your faces, your hearts beating wildly as you listen to your heavy breathing.

"I love you," Aemond whispers and your smile widens.

"I love you..." you reply.

"And I can't wait to hold you in a few weeks' time..." he adds.

You giggle softly and turn on your side to continue listening to his deep voice.

"Just holding me?" you whisper breathlessly into your phone.

"Mmhm... maybe a little more..." he mumbles.

"I'm looking forward to it..." you whisper and Aemond replies with a soft smile as his eyes slowly close.

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happilyhertale · 6 months

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12 Days of Smuff

Dec 14th – Hand Holding & Dry Humping Hold on to me – Modern Daemon Targaryen

Dec 15th – Dreams & Dirty Talk Sweet dreams – Tom Bennett

Dec 16th – In Nature & Deep Throating Deep affection – Modern Daemon Targaryen

Dec 17th – Reassurance & Car Sex Driving home for Christmas – Modern Daemon Targaryen

Dec 18th – Letters & Lingerie Kink Words of Love – Modern Aemond Targaryen

Dec 19th – Future & Face Sitting Shared future – Daemon Targaryen

Dec 20th – Sharing a Drink & Toys Take it – Modern Daemon Targaryen

Dec 21st – Sunrise & Orgasm Control Morning delight – Aemond Targaryen

Dec 22nd – Swimming & Face Fucking Hot pleasure – Daemon Targaryen

Dec 23rd – Bed Sharing & Accidental Stimulation Warmth on a cold night – Daemon Targaryen

Dec 24th – A Fancy Party & Praising Good girl – Modern Daemon Targaryen

Dec 25th – Promise & Phone Sex Missing you – Modern Aemond Targaryen

Prompts by: @madmax8603

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happilyhertale · 5 months

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Deep affection – Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: You have decided to spend the Christmas holidays with Daemon's family. You were actually looking forward to spending a few days with Daemon. But you hadn't reckoned with the constant boredom. But Daemon knows how to counteract this.

Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Oral (m receiving)

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.3 k

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12 days of smuff

You throw a slender stick into the crisp winter air and your gaze gracefully follows its fleeting trajectory. In the blink of an eye, Caraxes, your faithful companion of the last few days, leaps forwards with unbridled enthusiasm, and a symphony of joyful barking accompanies each of his leaps. A gentle smile graces your face as you enjoy his exuberance and watch the merry dance he performs across the snowy canvas under the azure sky. Completely exuberant, he leaves his tracks in the untouched blanket of snow.

Amidst the serene spectacle, an unmistakable rhythm of footsteps interrupts the tranquil atmosphere of the winter landscape. You glance over your shoulder and see Daemon approaching. His face is adorned with an infectious grin that reflects the happiness emanating from the frolicking dog.

"There you are," he says softly, "I was afraid you'd run off," he adds.

You smile at him, "And leave Caraxes alone in this boring environment? I don't think so," you say quietly.

Daemon chuckles softly and wraps his arms around you as he stands behind you. "Boring?" he murmurs in his deep voice. You look over your shoulder, your eyes meet and you feel yourself getting warm despite the cold around you.

"Well, a bit..." you say and smile, "You're always involved in conversations with your brother that end in arguments... And then you drink whiskey until your anger dissipates... and you fall asleep"

Daemon looks at you and watches you closely.

"And I can't really talk to Visery's wife... She's boring, Daemon... She just knits and you can't really talk to her..." you continue as you turn around, your hands now on his chest.

His hands are on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"And their children... always seem to sense when we..." but you can't finish the sentence. Daemon cups your lips with his. You gasp slightly, but surrender. Daemon pulls you closer, kisses you almost roughly.

He breaks the kiss and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. "So my wife is bored... and I can't take care of her properly?" he whispers. You bite your lip, instantly recognising the desire in his eyes, the certain tone of his voice.

"Maybe we should take the chance now that we're undisturbed?" he whispers.

You look at him a little incredulously, "Here? Daemon it's cold... and what if someone comes out?" you whisper. Your gaze falls on the huge Targaryen estate behind him.

But Daemon gently grips your chin, letting your gaze fall back on him.

"Then we should hurry," he murmurs.

He kisses you again, his hand travelling down your neck and gripping you lightly. A whimper fills the air, but you feel your desire rising – you've had to do without him for too long. Your hands move down from his chest, gliding almost effortlessly until they reach his crotch. His hard manhood is already pressing against the fabric of his jeans and a grin forms on your lips. You start to undo his belt and your grin is now reflected on Daemon's lips.

"Don't you want me to take care of you?" he mumbles.

You shake your head slightly and start to undo the buttons of his jeans – you bite your lip lightly.

The snow crunches lightly beneath you as you drop to your knees. His jeans slide down just a little with your falling movement so as not to expose him too much to the cold air. But his hard member doesn't seem to mind the cold, it's already pressing against his boxer shorts and twitching almost desperately. It's just waiting to be pulled out so that your lips can encircle it. When your eyes meet as your gaze travels upwards, your lips are slightly pursed. His pupils are dilated with lust, his breathing heavier as his anticipation builds.

His boxers slide down too and his arousal jumps out at you as you gently slide your warm hand along his hot length. Your teeth dig deeper into your lip as you feel his cock throbbing between your fingers, making your mouth water. Daemon growls slightly as you lean forwards and cup the tip of his cock with your lips.

"Gods..." he growls as you slowly let his entire length disappear into your mouth – or at least try to. You savour the sounds Daemon makes, knowing full well that he is watching his cock disappear into your mouth. And as you surrender to the familiar filling in your mouth, you moan slightly, followed by the gentle thrusts of his hips as they follow the movements of your head.

The salty taste is already spreading over your tongue as you begin to suck and lick his tip, concentrating on taking as much of his length into your mouth as possible while your hand strokes the rest of him. You calmly try to breathe through your nose when Daemon suddenly grabs your head and holds it tight. His hips begin to thrust harder and you moan loudly as his thrusts penetrate deeper into your throat. Sudden gagging follows as Daemon thrusts his cock into your throat with full force. The involuntary gagging makes your throat spasm around the tip of his cock. The interplay with the vibration of your moans makes Daemon groan loudly as he feels his cock being massaged in your warm, wet mouth.

Tears well up in your eyes as Daemon continues to thrust into your throat. Saliva slowly drips from your mouth as you are unable to swallow as you continue to be held tightly in Daemon's grip and he thrusts into you relentlessly.

"You like that, don't you?" growls Daemon, "The way I'm taking you... claiming your mouth."

You can't answer, but you moan at his words, unable to help but surrender to him. Tears run gently down your cheeks as the assault on the depths of your throat makes you gag up again and again. "Gods, you are divine... Look at me," he grunts and you try to obey and look up at him, still breathing heavily and with tears streaming down your cheeks. His thumb slides slowly over your cheek, a total contrast to his thrusting hips.

Daemon's hand grips your hair tighter, holding you firmly in place as his cock begins to twitch in your mouth. You start sucking hard, wanting to taste his juices. Daemon grunts loudly again and continues to hold your head while his hips thrust harder.

"Fuck, yes," he moans as his one hand tries to gently caress your cheek, "My good girl," he grunts before covering your warm mouth with a white veil. Deep down your throat he spurts his warm seed. His eyes are shut tight and his breath comes in gasps as you try to swallow it all down. You whimper slightly as Daemon opens his eyes again and looks down. He loves the sight of you kneeling in front of him, his cock deep in your mouth, your mascara slightly smudged.

Slowly, he pulls his hot length out of your mouth, then runs his thumb over your lips to wipe away the remnants of his cum. You're breathing heavily, but you're smiling. Slowly, you stand up again as Daemon pulls his jeans back up. He pulls you closer to him again, kissing your lips almost gently as you stand in front of him.

"Let's go inside, lock the doors and not come out until tomorrow," he murmurs against your lips. You can't help but giggle excitedly and nod at him.

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happilyhertale · 4 months

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Good Girl – Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: At your husband's company Christmas party, you both had enough to drink to enjoy the special togetherness.

Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Oral (m receiving)

Author’s note: As we are already celebrating Christmas here on Christmas Eve, I wish you all a wonderful Christmas! x3

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.3 k

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12 days of smuff

In the midst of the festive celebration, Christmas tunes echo through the room, enticing some to sway to the gentle rhythm and fill the dance floor. Diverse faces fill the room, reflecting the culmination of another triumphant year for your husband's company. The cheers extend beyond the staff, as the company's valued customers are invited to join in the celebration.

Over the course of the evening, Daemon talks animatedly with various people. But every time you pass him, he takes the opportunity to tenderly stroke your arm or give you a fleeting kiss on the lips or neck.

The hall, resplendent in seasonal splendour, exudes the delightful scent of cinnamon and mulled wine and elicits you a constant smile. Maybe that's why you've already had a few drinks. You stroll leisurely through the crowd, savouring your drink and watching the harmonious movements of the dancing couples.

A smile plays around your lips as you happen to spot a table with mistletoe on it. Without hesitation, you grab it and put your glass aside, determined to find your beloved.

With the mistletoe in your hand, you walk through the crowd in search of Daemon. But you don't find him straight away. There are men in suits everywhere, but no Daemon among them. Undeterred, you continue your search until you spot him and realise that he is watching you from a far corner.

With his drink in hand, a knowing smile plays around his lips and his eyes are fixed solely on you. As you approach him, your grin widens as you hide the mistletoe behind your back. Now that you are closer, you also recognise the effects of his drinking, a notion that strangely fascinates you.

As you stand in front of him, he grins as much as you do, but as you are shorter, you have to look up to meet his gaze. Before a word is exchanged, you stand on tiptoe and try to place the mistletoe above his head. His gaze rises briefly, accompanied by a light laugh.

"You have to kiss me... That promises happiness and eternal love," you whisper, grinning slightly in anticipation of what will follow. Without hesitation, Daemon leans down and begins a tender kiss. His arms wrap around you and pull you closer to him. The roles swap, and a short laugh escapes you as Daemon breaks the kiss, his eyes fixed on you, a slight furrow in his brow.

"I've never made a woman laugh when I've kissed her..." he mutters, and the traces of intoxication are clearly audible in his speech. You quickly shake your head, "No, that's not what I meant.."

Before you can finish your sentence, Daemon takes your hand and leads you away, into a secluded corner. The sounds of conversation and laughter fade into the distance as he pulls you closer to him. But you notice him leaning slightly against the wall to support himself, which makes you smile.

"Then show me what you meant," he murmurs and his breath mingles with your hair. Your attention returns to what's about to follow and your response is a slight lip-biting as you savour the intimacy of the moment.

A brief kiss meets his lips before you sink to your knees. Your hands glide gently down his body, feeling every muscle. A gentle grip on your hair signals his anticipation, which is also reflected in his smile. Your hands come to a stop at his belt, slowly starting to undo it as you notice the bulge in his crotch getting bigger. With a clink, his belt gives way and you turn to his trousers, don't hesitate for long and reach in, freeing his hot member.

Your mouth waters as you bite your lip. Your fingers embrace his length, your thumb glides slowly over the tip before you pump him a few times, gently moving your hand up and down and hearing Daemon hiss. He watches you closely and now strokes his hand through your hair almost tenderly.

"Show Daddy what a good girl you can be," he murmurs, and you don't hesitate for long and obey. Your lips now do the work of your hand and enclose his hard manhood. Your head moves up and down and you start to suck. Your gaze is fixed on Daemon, who is breathing harder and harder and leaning further against the wall. But you feel his hand grip your hair tighter and his fingers curl as he hears you moan.

"Such a good girl... Sucks Daddy's cock so good," Daemon grunts, but his voice is replaced by a moan. You do your best to take his cock all the way into your mouth, but you gag slightly as Daemon thrusts his hips forwards. Daemon moans again, the grip in your hair tightening as his hips thrust forward once more.

As you take him deep into your mouth, work your tongue around the underside and start to speed up, following the movements of his hips. You hollow your cheeks, your eyes always on Daemon. You whimper slightly and try to breathe calmly through your nose, but you can feel your own arousal kicking in and slowly soaking your panties.

"Your mouth is so perfect... Always so willing to receive my cock..." you hear Daemon grunt in praise and the praise floods your body with desire. You know what's behind his words, but it was also flattering and you never got tired of hearing it. Your eyes meet and you can see the desire in his eyes, the look of praise. He places his hand on your jaw as your mouth takes him all in. His thumb strokes the side of your full mouth as your moan vibrates through his cock.

"My good girl," Daemon grunts again, but you sense that he's about to pump his cum deep down your throat. You let your mouth glide faster over his length, alternating with a gentle tongue game on the tip of his cock.

Daemon groans loudly, his hand now gripping your hair almost brutally and he breathes heavily as if he's just completed a marathon. A low growl escapes his lips as he thrusts as far into you as he can, and you eagerly take his cock into your mouth.

"Fuck yes..." he moans as your hand suddenly grips his balls and massages them while your mouth works its wonders.

"Be a good girl and swallow my juice," he moans and thrusts deep into your throat. He moans loudly and wets your mouth with white. As his cock shoots its first shot, he can see your eyes widen briefly in surprise. You gag briefly, but do your best to swallow his cum. Your hand closes tighter around his balls while your eyes are fixed on Daemon. He groans as he feels the pressure and empties himself completely into your mouth. His eyes close as his hips jerk a few more times.

Breathing heavily, he loosens his grip on your hair and strokes it almost gently again. You slowly release him from your mouth, licking gently along his length to leave him clean. He gasps a little, but smiles back at you as you stand up again, his hand on your cheek.

His hand slides down your neck and pulls you closer to him, kissing you passionately.

"How about we go home? I could spoil my good girl a little..." he murmurs against your lips. You giggle slightly in anticipation and nod at him.

"That laugh again..," he mumbles as he pulls the zip of his trousers back up, then takes your hand and pulls you with him – the smile never leaving your lips.

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happilyhertale · 5 months

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Hold on to me – Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: You've passed the time all evening at your boyfriend's company Christmas party, having one drink in your hand after another - until you get the idea to enjoy your boyfriend's company.

Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Dry humping

Author’s note: My first Smuff Daemon one-shot story! It's also my first modern Daemon story, so I hope you like it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.1 k

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12 days of smuff

You emerge from the ladies' room with carefree grace and a soft laugh escapes your lips as you accidentally bump into another party guest, eliciting a warm smile from the other person. With a brief gesture of apology, you continue on your way, perhaps the celebrations have tempted you to indulge in a few more drinks than you had intended.

However, the fact that your boyfriend holds the position of Chairman of Targaryen Industries, and today's celebration is dedicated to another triumphant year, has ensured that you constantly have a new drink in your hand.

Unaware of the attention you are receiving, your boyfriend discreetly observes your every stumble, every visit to the bar and the infectious giggle that accompanies your orders. Lost in the merriment, you playfully turn round and sip your gin and tonic while letting your gaze wander thoughtfully.

Whilst you are unaware of the watchful eyes, one question runs through your mind – where the hell is your handsome boyfriend? Slowly you move through the festive atmosphere, trying to answer this question.

When Daemon's enchanting purple eyes are fixed on you and you suddenly feel his gaze. You turn round and your eyes meet, a happy grin spreading across your face. With deliberate slowness, you make your way through the bustling crowd, and remarkably, your gazes remain intertwined. The magnetic connection intensifies, and with every step you take towards him, a subtle warmth rises between your thighs.

There he stands, a picture of strength, his muscular physique visible even through the fabric of his shirt – his silver hair a striking contrast to your dark locks. And at this moment, he is at least as overwhelmed by your appearance as you are by him. It seems as if the world around him fades away and he forgets the conversations he was having just a few moments ago.

As you reach him, he wraps his arm around you effortlessly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and pulls you close to him.

"You seem drunk," he murmurs in your ear and you just grin.

"Maybe a little..." you say, your words a little slurred.

Daemon smiles and gently kisses your nose – but you want more. You stand up on your tiptoes and your lips enclose his. Daemon starts to grin as your hands lose themselves on his chest and you try to undo the first few buttons of his shirt.

"Mmhm... I don't know if this is the right place to go into this," he mumbles.

But as he speaks and you hear his deep voice, you immediately feel the effect as the warmth between your thighs turns into a pulsation that you can't ignore. You whimper slightly and bite gently into his lower lip. A slight growl forms in his throat and before you can react, he takes your hand and pulls you with him. While he pulls you along and you only have eyes for his handsome face, you don't notice the glances that follow you from some of the employees who would like to be in your place right now.

Daemon leads you away from the party, away from the hustle and bustle and people's conversations, into a secluded corner. You don't hesitate for long and kiss him again as he pulls you close once more. His hand holds yours tightly as he nibbles gently on your lip.

You whimper slightly as Daemon's other hand grips your hip. With a subtle movement, he slides his thigh between yours, grazing your sensitive pearl, which briefly satisfies your pulsing. With a gasp, you break the kiss, your lips slightly parted and your eyes meet. Your senses are still clouded by the alcohol, but you can't miss the grin on Daemon's lips.

Daemon's hand pushes you down slightly, and you feel the stronger friction, which makes the pulsing of your warm core even more bearable – you whimper slightly again. Only the few layers covering you prevent direct contact between you. You exhale heavily and look at him as his thighs begin to move. And suddenly you feel how the pulsing becomes unbearable again with every movement. You want to relieve yourself and try to free your hand from his to open his trousers.

"Tsk, tsk," you hear him and he shakes his head slightly.

"I want you to rub against me... I want to feel you tremble and come undone, love... On my thigh," he murmurs and you moan slightly as he leans forward and nibbles lightly on your lip. Daemon's hand begins to move you in rhythm with his thigh and you can't help it as your hips begin to follow his movement, hoping to experience release.

His lips now fully enclose yours, swallowing down your continued moans as his tongue begs to meet yours. You grant it and your tongues dance around each other as your hips move faster. His hand still has a firm grip on yours and is now on your bum, pushing you closer to him and pressing you tighter against his thigh. Another loud moan escapes your lips and you press yourself even tighter against him, feeling the friction against your nerve bundle, making your pussy clench around the emptiness inside her – you're convinced his trousers must be completely soaked by now.

Your other hand slides down his neck, you grab his hair almost desperately, trying to find a hold and elicit a soft grunt. His grunt is accompanied by your whimpers and moans as Daemon's hand on your hip lets you slide more firmly against his thigh. You feel him tense his muscles and increase the friction for you as you grind yourself against his thigh again and again. His hands squeeze you tighter and the kiss becomes greedy, almost devouring you. "Hold on to me, love... And just let yourself go," he grunts against your lips.

His teeth find their way into your lip again and that's enough. You moan into his mouth again and a whimper follows. Daemon bites harder into your lower lip and sucks lightly on it. Your eyes are shut tight as your movements go slack and you feel your pussy clench around the emptiness that so desperately wants to be filled. Daemon begins to grin as he watches you - your eyes tightly closed, your lips slightly parted, but still trying not to make a loud sound. Your movements slow down and he savours the way you ride out your orgasm on his thigh.

You breathe heavily and he leans forward, lightly bites your earlobe and leaves a fleeting kiss right on your soft spot under your ear.

"Just wait until we get home, love," he murmurs in your ear, revitalising the pulsing between your thighs as your eyes slowly open.

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happilyhertale · 5 months

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Driving home for Christmas – Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Trapped in a sea of cars and having made no real progress in the traffic jam for hours, Daemon comes up with the idea of sweetening your waiting time.

Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Fingering; Sex (p in v)

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.3 k

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12 days of smuff

Looking out of the car window, you see nothing but a sea of vehicles stretching into infinity. A soft sigh escapes your lips; for hours you have been trapped in a maze of traffic, now you are shrouded in darkness amidst an unrelenting snowstorm. The melody from the loudspeakers fills the air, a harmonious barrier against the prevailing silence that otherwise dominates the interior of the car. A sideways glance reveals Daemon, whose thumb is tapping the steering wheel in time with the music. In his other hand he holds his mobile phone, his fingers gliding gracefully over the surface, lost in thought, just like you.

"If you hadn't been working so late, we wouldn't have got stuck in that traffic jam," you say quietly, but you have to smile.

Daemon raises his eyebrow and turns his gaze away from his mobile phone.

"Really?" he asks, "Don't you think we left so late because you hadn't found your perfect outfit by the time I got home?" he asks teasingly. You stick your tongue out at him briefly until your gaze falls on your body and you run your hands over your dress to smooth out the fabric, "It'll be all creased by the time we get there... It's not a sitting dress... and it's tight to boot..." you pout a little. But Daemon smiles without hesitation,

"You'll look perfect," he murmurs and leans over, gently kissing your cheek.

"And besides, I told you not to change until we get there," he adds.

You give him a warning look as he leans back again.

"No-one could have guessed we'd be stuck in a traffic jam for so long," you say petulantly.

"Sure... At Christmas... nobody's travelling," says Daemon with a slight smile on his lips. You stick out your tongue again and let your eyes wander out again – you see cars all around you, covered in snow.

Your attention is drawn back to Daemon as his hand suddenly rests on your thigh. It glides up gently, slips under your dress. You look at him and his eyes are literally bursting with desire.

"You should take your panties off..." he suddenly mumbles, letting his hand slide further upwards in the meantime. Your breath catches in your throat for a moment, "W-Why is that...?" you whisper.

His hand gently reaches for the inside of your thigh and you gasp slightly as he replies, "So that it doesn't crease as well"

He leans over again, gently kissing your neck. Your breath hitches again and you look out of the window. Everything is dark, but still the other cars around you make you nervous.

"Daemon," you gasp as his fingers suddenly reach your panties. His lips gently cup your earlobe until his teeth bite down softly. His fingers glide gently over the fabric, feeling it slowly become damp.

"Daemon... what if... what if someone sees us..." you whisper a little breathlessly. You bite your lip as his fingers increase the pressure.

"It's dark... and we're covered in snow... no one will see..." he whispers in your ear. You feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as you get goose bumps and you whimper slightly.

"... no one can see through our car windows and we certainly won't be able to drive on in time," he murmurs, kissing you again.

"Why don't we sweeten the wait... I'm sure my lap is much more comfortable than your seat... and can make you feel lovelier things..." he whispers.

You bite your lip harder as Daemon starts to pull down your panties.

"Don't underestimate the car seats... they have heated seats..." you try to whisper cheekily, but moan slightly as Daemon's fingers are between your thighs again, slowly gliding along your folds.

Daemon grins, "I think my lap is making you hotter," and with that, his fingers slide inside you. You whimper slightly and turn your head towards Daemon. Your lips collide with his and move in unison. Your arm wraps around his neck and you literally cling to him as Daemon leans back and pulls you towards him. You climb almost elegantly over the gear stick and take a seat on his lap. Your lips meet again and his hands are on your thighs, pushing your dress over your bum. He growls as his fingers slide between your thighs again, feeling your warmth, your wetness. You whimper against his lips as his fingers thrust into you and you sink your hips down. You're both breathing heavily and your fingers start to undo his trousers, enough to get his hot length out.

Gently, you bite his lip as you feel his hardness. Your fingers encircle it and let your hand move up and down. Now his soft moans fill the car interior as he leans his head back slightly. Your nose gently caresses his cheek until your lips find his ear and you begin to nibble on his ear as your hand slides up and down faster. You notice the smell of his aftershave and can't suppress a soft moan. His hard member is already twitching in your hand as you guide it to your entrance.

The tip of his cock slides gently through your folds and is soaked by your wetness. Daemon growls again and you watch his features as his brow furrows slightly. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him and he lifts his head slightly – he can feel your tightness, your warmth. You whimper slightly as you feel the familiar stretch. You lower yourself further and take him completely inside you.

Your bodies work almost automatically in unison as your hips begin their unique rhythm. You grind down on his lap again before he surges forward with a groan to kiss you. Your lips embrace in a messy and wanting kiss. He can't resist – his hands grab your bum, guiding you, moving you up and down faster. The inside of the car is now filled with your whimpering, which ends in a moan. Your pussy begins to clench around his cock and Daemon growls slightly as he feels his cock being massaged. His hand leaves your bum, almost automatically finds your clit and starts to rub it.

"Gods!" you moan loudly and Daemon leans forward, thrusting his hips towards you, working your clit with faster rubs. His lips find your soft skin and he begins to kiss you and nibble lightly on your cleavage. Your hands slide into his hair and you grasp it lightly as the pressure in your abdomen increases. Unable to withstand the pressure, you almost cry out. You breathe heavily and moan even louder as your thighs begin to tremble and you suddenly come. Daemon responds with a loud grunt as your pussy clenches violently around his cock and you come around him, your clenching walls milking the cum from him as he comes with you.

"Fuuuck..." he moans and squirts his seed into you. He holds you tightly, his arms around you as the power of your orgasm takes hold of your trembling body. Daemon thrusts deep inside you a few more times. Each thrust sends a shockwave through your insides and your whimpering continues until your movements slowly slow down and your heavy breathing fills the air as your moans become quieter.

You lean your forehead against his and try to catch your breath. Gentle kisses land on your nose and your lips curl into a soft smile as you press your lips gently against his. You reach for a handkerchief and place it between your legs to stop yourself soaking in his juices. You slowly rise and climb back into your seat. Just as you are sitting back in your seat and Daemon has pulled up his trousers, the cars around you suddenly start to move slowly. Daemon reacts and slowly drives off.

"Waiting time sweetened..." he mumbles with a smile.

"I guess I'll have to change after all..." you say, pulling the soaked handkerchief from between your thighs.

"I told you," Daemon mumbles and you give him a light punch on the arm.

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happilyhertale · 4 months

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Hot pleasure – Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: You've been walking through the white landscape with Daemon for some time now. But relief seems to be at hand when you discover a hot spring.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Oral (m receiving)

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.7 k

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12 days of smuff

Amidst the tranquil landscape, you traverse the snow-covered landscape together with Daemon. The world around you is a pristine white canvas that stretches as far as the eye can see. An unbroken line of trees surrounds you, their towering forms cloaked in the icy garb of winter and reaching high into the sky. Daemon alternates gracefully between walking beside you and staying behind – a silent sentinel keeping you safe. Occasionally, an annoyed sound or a whispered murmur escapes him.

The further the quiet journey progresses, the more the stillness of nature overwhelms you, disturbed only by Daemon's sporadic expressions of discontent.

"How much further do we have to go?" you ask after a while, but there is no answer. A glance over your shoulder shows you that Daemon is a little further back and seems to be lost in thought.

You pause for a moment and start to grin slightly. Slightly, you bend down to pick up a handful of fine snow. Forming a perfect ball, you turn and walk backwards, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. Daemon, still absorbed in his own thoughts, doesn't notice your whimsical distraction. Unimpressed, he continues walking, his eyes fixed on the ground. Only when a gentle bump against his chest interrupts his reverie does he look up and his intense gaze remains fixed on you. Before he can react, another snowball whizzes towards him and hits him just next to the spot where the previous snowball hit him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asks with a hint of annoyance in his tone. Your reply, however, is nothing more than a light-hearted giggle as you turn away. Your legs carry you quickly, leaving him behind in a dusting of snow. "Hey! Wait!" Daemon calls after you, the clatter of his sword and dagger creating an almost rhythmic melody in the silence, accompanied by your quick footsteps on the snow.

"You can't just run off like that! How am I supposed to keep an eye on you?!" he shouts, endeavouring to catch up with you. Your laughter echoes and a quick glance over your shoulder shows you that Daemon is gaining ground. As you look ahead, you run towards the end of the huge thicket of trees.

You quicken your pace and come to an abrupt halt at the end of the forest, gasping for air, a slight stinging sensation spreading through your chest as the cold air fills your lungs. "You know you can't get away from me anyway!" Daemon shouts, approaching and grabbing you from behind. But undeterred, you concentrate on the landscape in front of you. Despite the heavy breathing you share, your attention is captured by a strange sight – a lake that defies the winter cold. Wisps of vapour rise from its surface, and the distant sound of a waterfall punctuates the scene.

"What is that, Daemon?" you murmur, feeling his grip loosen as you stare mesmerised at the mysterious lake spreading out before you.

"A lake," he says, pointing out the obvious, which you only respond to with a roll of your eyes.

"I noticed that too. But why does it seem warm?" you reply.

Daemon slides his hand down your arm and comes to stand next to you.

"Because it's a hot spring. It's warm even in winter," he says to you and starts to walk closer to the bank.

"What are you doing," you ask him, but you don't hesitate for long and follow him.

"Well, we both need a clean-up... and the water's warm," he says, starting to take off his belt and sword.

"You're insane..." you say quietly.

"Well... you need a hot bath too," he says, grinning.

"Shut up," you mumble and keep walking.

As you walk past Daemon, you don't see his eyes following you. You are drawn to the calm shore and the thought of diving into the warm water is irresistible. After all, the inviting warmth of the water promises respite from the long journey, which you desperately need. Your coat falls with unhurried grace, followed by the cascade of your dress.

The brief pause gives way to the decisive moment when your foot plunges into the cosy warmth of the water, an escape from the cold air. The rest of your body glides seamlessly into the temptation. Your skin feels as if it is being penetrated by a thousand needles as the warm water tries to bring warmth back into your body. But amidst the pristine white expanse, you are finally enveloped by the soothing warmth. There is an almost involuntary smile on your lips as you take in this paradoxical situation.

As you swim through the water and turn round with a feeling of liberated joy, you catch sight of Daemon diving into the lake. You are grateful that the warmth of the lake has already made you blush.

Your eyes immediately fall on the scars that adorn his body and tell an endless story of battles. But you can't help it and your gaze falls almost automatically on his loins and your thoughts take on a life of their own. You swallow visibly and can't stop yourself from imagining how big it is when it's...

An attempt to look to the side, to concentrate on the beautiful surroundings, is not successful for long. Your gaze falls back on his broad shoulders and muscular chest – but before you can let your gaze wander again, the water casts a veil over Daemon as he dives deeper into the water. You continue swimming on your back towards the waterfall and notice the tips of his hair slowly filling with water as he swims slowly towards you with a grin on his face.

"You like what you see?" you hear him say and suddenly you feel caught out.

"What...? No! You wish..," you say, but Daemon just chuckles.

And suddenly, before you can react, Daemon is standing in front of you, grabbing you by the hips. You cry out softly, but Daemon silences you and presses his lips against yours.

His hands glide around your body and find your bum. You gently slide closer to his body as he grabs hold and pulls you closer. You can't resist the urge to slide your hands down his neck. But Daemon has other plans and pushes you further back. Slowly, the water releases your bodies – but Daemon's body presses against yours, protecting you from the cold. You gasp and gladly let yourself be pushed backwards, but when you hear the splashing of the waterfall coming closer, you interrupt the kiss.

But Daemon is already pushing you through the warm veil of water. Your scream still echoes through the air, accompanied by his light laughter as he steps through the veil of water himself. The warm mist envelops you, but before you can complain, he silences you again. The water is up to your knees and he growls slightly as your hands move over his body. You break the kiss and your warm breath mingles. His eyes are slightly closed, but you see his pupils dilate with lust.

You slowly sink to your knees and you hear him growl. As you see his hard manhood in front of your face, your previous thought is confirmed... your mouth waters and you bite your lip gently. The urge to close your fingers around his length seems unbearable and so you follow the urge. A grunt sounds as your fingers slowly move up and down. Your gaze goes up to Daemon and you see him grinning slightly. But as your hand closes around his cock, he lets out a shaky breath, a grunt catching in his throat as he desperately tries to regain his composure from the sensation. As a sign of his dominance, he slides his hand into your wet hair and holds it tight – and you understand his request immediately.

Daemon lets out a moan as you slide the head of his cock past your lips. Almost immediately you taste the bitter flavour, which elicits a moan from you. His fingers dig deeper into your hair and grip the back of your head as his hips begin to thrust. The sudden movement makes you sway slightly and your hand slides to his bum, digging into his firm flesh. He only grunts louder as your mouth opens wider, letting him penetrate your mouth.

Your eyes meet as he grunts loudly and watches his cock disappear into your sweet mouth again and again. Relentlessly, his hips work their way towards your mouth, thrusting deep into your throat while your head is in his firm grip. You bob your head up and down, your cheeks go hollow. The wet sounds escaping your lips would have made you blush if they didn't turn you on so much. Tears well up in your eyes as he teases your warm walls. You suddenly gag as he thrusts violently and tears run down your cheeks.

"Yes... take it," he grumbles and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

Saliva runs down your lips, unable to swallow but Daemon only grunts again, thrusts harder into your mouth and continues to hold your head firmly in his grip. Another violent twitch goes through his cock as you gag again. Your gaze is fixed on his face as his eyes narrow, but still his eyes don't leave yours until he is almost brought to his knees by a wave of pleasure. He resists the urge to defy your limits and thrust his cock deeper into your throat.

The movements of his hips become bumpier, but his grunts become louder as you realise that he is pumping his cum deep down your throat. You eagerly try to swallow it all, but it's too much. Some of it runs down the corners of your mouth and down your chin. Daemon opens his eyes and grunts at the sight. His thrusts ease and his grip loosens slightly in your hair as he slowly releases your mouth. You're breathing heavily and still looking up, gently wiping the remnants of his release from your chin.

"You liked the sight of me after all," he murmurs a little breathlessly.

You raise your eyebrows, "Oh shut up," you say.

"Make me," he just mumbles and pulls you up. You gasp briefly, but then he wraps his arms around your waist again and kisses you.

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happilyhertale · 5 months

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Sweet dreams – Tom Bennett x female!reader

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Summary: Like every night, Tom sneaks into your room so you can have some togetherness. But after you've fallen asleep, he suddenly has other things on his mind than letting you sleep.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, fingering, dirty talk

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1k

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12 days of smuff

Tom lies in the warm bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, a silent observer of the dance of shadows. Sleep eludes him, and the cigarette dangling casually between his lips releases a delicate stream of smoke with each puff, enveloping him. Outside, a relentless snowfall rages, enveloping the world in a serene white embrace.

However, the pristine beauty of the snow presented a challenge, making it difficult to climb up the façade to your window. But just seeing you standing at the top spurred him on, and every near slip was just a fleeting obstacle on the way to you.

His gaze wanders thoughtfully to the window. The glow of a distant street lamp falls into the room and casts a soft light on his outline. You lie next to him, your form turned away, and your rhythmic breaths create a soothing rhythm. The calm lulled you into a peaceful slumber after he made you cum on his cock, a subtle smile gracing your lips as you sank into the depths of dreams.

But as he listens to the soft murmur that escapes your lips, followed by a gentle sigh, his attention turns back to you. He watches your form, from your shoulders to your waist, until his gaze remains fixed on your ass – until you mumble something again.

Was that a "Tommy"?

He leans towards the bedside table for a moment, puts out his cigarette and then turns to you. His face finds its usual place in the crook of your neck, he inhales your sweet scent, which almost drives him crazy.

His hand slides under the blanket, covering your body with caresses until he gently caresses your bum. You haven't put your panties back on yet, his hand has free rein. You stir slightly, but your eyes are still closed, lost in your sweet dream. He savours your soft skin and how he can snuggle up to your body almost perfectly. Gentle kisses adorn your neck as his fingers continue to caress you. Until you suddenly moan softly in your sleep. Very softly, almost inaudibly.

He starts to knead the soft flesh of your bum, gripping it lightly. His face is still pressed into the crook of your neck as you whimper lightly in your sleep. A slight grin now forms on his lips. The soft, sweet sounds leaving your lips make the desire inside him rise.

His hand glides around your body. It reaches purposefully between your legs and he lets it slide gently through your already wet folds. Your whimpers get louder.

"Hmm... already so wet for me," he murmurs into your neck. A sigh leaves your lips as his fingers find your sensitive bundle of nerves. Gentle but firm movements are left by his fingers and you begin to move your hips slightly.

He nibbles lightly on your neck as the movements of his fingers quicken. Your eyes flutter open as his fingers begin to lightly tease your entrance.

"Tommy," you gasp.

But Tom only grunts slightly, letting his fingers enter you slightly.

"I couldn't resist, love... You were already so wet..." he whispers.

You whimper again as his fingers penetrate you deeper. Your hips start to move towards his fingers, hoping they would thrust deeper.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan so your parents in the other room don't get suspicious

"Tell me what you were dreaming about, Love," Tommy whispers suddenly. For a moment, a slight irritation crosses your face as your breathing becomes heavier. A low moan fills your room as his fingers thrusts deeper.

"You made such sweet whimpers in your sleep..." he continues to whisper.

He slips another finger in, rubbing just the right places. You gasp slightly, your eyes closed. You've been dreaming about Tommy visiting you at night and you spending wonderful hours together – like he really does every night.

"I-I've been dreaming about you, Tommy," you gasp.

He growls slightly as he hears your words, "About me? What were you dreaming about, Love?" he grunts lightly. You feel his hard cock pressing harder and harder against your bum and you whimper again.

"Of your tongue Tommy... How you make me come.. with your tongue..." you whimper.

Tom chuckles softly. His thumb begins to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers rub over the rough patch deep inside you again and again.

You moan softly, biting into the pillow beneath you, your thighs begin to tremble slightly.

"Mmm, you'll have to make do with my fingers now... Is that okay, love?" he whispers.

But you can't answer – you feel your climax approaching and Tom‘s fingers thrusting into you faster. You're breathing heavily.

"Love? Is that okay... if I make you come with my fingers? When I thrust them deep inside you? Rub your sweet clit until your pussy clenches around my fingers... because she doesn't want to let go of my fingers?" Tom murmurs in your ear, nibbling gently on your earlobe. But again you don't answer, fearing that only a moan will leave your lips.

"But the way you're soaking my fingers, I'll take that as a yes..." he continues to murmur.

And that's enough. You literally cry out into the pillow as Tom pushes his fingers further into your spasming pussy.

He gently kisses your neck, "That's it, love... Enjoy it..." he whispers. The movements of his fingers slowly subside. You breathe heavily as the warm feeling floods your body and slowly subsides.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper slightly in response. As you look over your shoulder, you see him licking his fingers clean. You blush slightly.

"Tommy..." you whisper and slowly turn towards him. But he just grins and pulls you closer to him.

"Don't be so shy, love. You know you taste delicious... After all, you always kiss me when I've made you come with my tongue," he whispers.

"Tom!" you gasp, but he just chuckles slightly and pulls you closer to him.

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