comment with your character, prefs, & etc. you might also want to include a. what your character would give or b. what they'd love to receive.
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p r o m p t s
just because: you were just thinking of them and got them something.
interested: what better way to ask somebody out on a date than presenting them with collateral?
courtship: you're old-fashioned - or from an old-fashioned society - and to pursue someone, you have to present them with a gift to make your intentions known.
serious: be it an engagement present or something else, you want your special someone to realize that you want to take things to the next level.
ownership: the present's twofold; it also shows everyone else that this person is yours.
apologize: oh. you've really, really screwed up. can you make it up to them?
special occasion: ordinary gifts won't do for a birthday, anniversary, or wedding.
homemade: this is no purchased trinket. you made it with your own two hands.
priceless: the item you give came at great cost, is an heirloom, or previously owned by someone you love.
gag gift: ...hopefully they won't kill you.
gift gone wrong: or be killed, maimed, or deeply offended by your gift.
[ Dany releases a playful giggle and nuzzles Margaery for a brief moment, relishing the warmth of the other woman's body against her own. ] Perhaps it isn't. Perhaps I intend to become a pirate queen and sail the seas of the world with my Highgarden rose, conquering ships and making love endlessly...
[ Margaery's gaze alone is so intense with lust that Dany can feel her lover's desire as surely as fingertips gliding over the bare valley of her body, and she meets said gaze with her own hungry stare, eyes glistening with deep-rooted sensuality. Gods, Margaery truly is beautiful beyond all words, not that it stops Dany from whispering in the other woman's ear whenever they're cuddled up together in the heavy-breathing aftermath of sex. None of the women they've entertained together, no matter how beautiful, have been able to distract Dany from Margaery for even a second. Not Yara, not that due-to-be-married girl who wrote Margaery a poem, not even beloved friends like Missandei and Sansa.
A moan rushes out of Dany as their chests crush up against one another, tight nipples stabbing against deliciously soft flesh, and her hands sweep easily down the smooth length of Margaery's back until her palms fill with the globes of that likewise perfect rear. She meets Margaery's kiss with her own, eyelashes fluttering with trembling bliss as their tongues meet with frenzied hunger. ] I hope you do more than think.
[ Dany's smile is sharp and sly, and after nuzzling Margaery again, she rolls them until the Rose of Highgarden is on her back. Dany buries her mouth against Margaery's neck, kissing and suckling while her hands move in a steady roam that's as full of affection as lust; she captures a nipple between her fingers, rolling and tugging it. ] Sometimes I can barely - mm - focus on ruling...my mind wanders to you...the entirety of me is...drawn to you. I can no more resist you than flocks of birds can choose not to fly south for winter... [ Smiling, Dany lifts and shifts forward just enough so that her breasts hover above Margaery's face... ]
[ Margaery laughs as she allows Dany to move her onto her back. She slips off the now-ruined dress, baring even more of herself to her lover's hungry gaze. ] You wouldn't even let me leave the bed, would you? Leave me chained up and wet for you and waiting all day and night for you to come fuck me....
[ Not exactly an unappetizing vision, though she obviously prefers her reality much more. Her neck has always been a sensitive spot, and Margaery feels little whimpers travel up her throat and spill out of her mouth. It's fascinating how quickly Dany can cause her to heat up; even if she'd walked onto the ship with just the barest idea that they might find themselves here, she's now wet, and getting wetter with everypleasing grope of Dany's hands. Her mouth waters as Dany hoists herself up to push her breasts above her face, and she gives her lover a grin before she licks her lips. ] What are you imagining, Dany? [ She pushes her head up to give Dany's breast the worship they deserve, speaking between kisses. ] Me, mmm touching myself on long nights alone? Fucking myself in time to the crashing of the waves outside? Pushing a toy inside while wishing it was you making me take it?
[ She already has ideas of the sort of teasing missives she can send the other woman. For now, she takes one of Dany's nipples between her teeth, gently, than lashing her tongue over it over and over just the way she knows her lover likes. ]
[ Dany's plush lips part to release a rush of increasingly unsteady moans climbing in volume; a quiver of lust rushes over her flesh like she's passed through a ghost, and her fingers comb into Margaery's soft locks before tightening eagerly. She could stay like this forever, locked away in a moment of passion with Margaery Tyrell and her clever fingers and wicked tongue and intoxicating smile and her perfect...everything. Even the words she's speaking feel like a dance of fingertips lighting further fires over the valley of Dany's body, and she bites down on her bottom lip in a vain attempt to silence a particularly high-pitched moan. ]
Yes, yesss, Margaery, all of it...but I want to be there for - ooh, fuck - for all of it. I want to stop your nights from being lonely. I - ah - I want to fuck you in time to the crash of the waves and the heave of the ship...I want to push every inch of that toy into the clench of your cunt and hear you cry for me!
[ A sharp moan strikes out of Dany as teeth tug upon her nipple before that impossibly talented tongue lashes across it; without even realizing it, Dany has started to grind down against Margaery in a slow, deep rhythm of descending hips. She presses Margaery's head to her chest moe firmly than ever, hands sliding down her lover's back. ]Never stop touching me, never, I need you...oh Gods, you - ah - love my - mmph - love my breasts, don't you? Keep going, keep going, kiss them, suck them, for your Queen...your loving Queen...
[ While there's certainly a lot to enjoy about taking one of Dany's soft, perky breasts into her mouth, Margaery's favorite part is watching how her lover slowly grows too turned on to speak. The words she does say, however, are hotter than ever, and Margaery rises from her task for a moment to shoot Dany a wild smirk. ] Could you imagine what people might think, you having dragons and traveling by ship just to fuck your lover? Or using a dragon ride just to join me in bed?
[ She knows Dany might do it, is the thing. There's very little her lover won't do for her, and Margaery takes all she has to give. She's always been greedy that way. And she's greedy for more of her now, more as she continues to lick and suck at Dany's breasts, switching off to give them each equal treatment, one hand coming up to tease whichever one isn't currently filling her mouth. In the meantime her other hand comes around behind Dany, giving her a sharp spank on the rear before soothing and kneading the skin, showing her how much she enjoys the growing rhythm of her hips. ] I love your breasts, your ass, your cunt.... every inch of you. Touching you, licking you, fucking you... hearing you scream....
[ The thought of jumping on Drogon's back and climbing above the clouds just to dive down toward Highgarden for the simple purpose of feeding her impatient lust for Margaery Tyrell has occurred to Dany, and more than once; Margaery's mention of such a possibility causes a breathless grin to break across her face, even as she struggles to get words out when moans are all that want to leave her. ]Mm, I - ah - I think they'd be shocked, scandalized, and - ngh - and I wouldn't care at all if it means your - ah! - b-body is pressed to mine...
[ Dany sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to hold back a moan which subsequently squeezes out of her in the form of hurried gasps; her grip on Margaery's hair tightens into something harder, even more possessive. She can't help it, not when Margaery is doing this to her, bathing her sensitive breasts in the kind of attention she needs and only Margaery can give her. Dany's hips grind and roll in a steady if frantic motion, and even lash of Margaery's tongue across an achingly tight nipple sends a fresh jolt of ecstasy through the very core of her.
Then comes the spank, sharp and stinging and causing a high squeal to race out of her. The very impact causes her to shiver with fresh arousal, and she clutches at Margaery all the more desperately, sinking into the erotic warmth of her words, her promises. ] Y-yes, oh Gods yes, I love how you touch me...do it again, please, do it harder, make me scream for you...
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[ Margaery's gaze alone is so intense with lust that Dany can feel her lover's desire as surely as fingertips gliding over the bare valley of her body, and she meets said gaze with her own hungry stare, eyes glistening with deep-rooted sensuality. Gods, Margaery truly is beautiful beyond all words, not that it stops Dany from whispering in the other woman's ear whenever they're cuddled up together in the heavy-breathing aftermath of sex. None of the women they've entertained together, no matter how beautiful, have been able to distract Dany from Margaery for even a second. Not Yara, not that due-to-be-married girl who wrote Margaery a poem, not even beloved friends like Missandei and Sansa.
A moan rushes out of Dany as their chests crush up against one another, tight nipples stabbing against deliciously soft flesh, and her hands sweep easily down the smooth length of Margaery's back until her palms fill with the globes of that likewise perfect rear. She meets Margaery's kiss with her own, eyelashes fluttering with trembling bliss as their tongues meet with frenzied hunger. ] I hope you do more than think.
[ Dany's smile is sharp and sly, and after nuzzling Margaery again, she rolls them until the Rose of Highgarden is on her back. Dany buries her mouth against Margaery's neck, kissing and suckling while her hands move in a steady roam that's as full of affection as lust; she captures a nipple between her fingers, rolling and tugging it. ] Sometimes I can barely - mm - focus on ruling...my mind wanders to you...the entirety of me is...drawn to you. I can no more resist you than flocks of birds can choose not to fly south for winter... [ Smiling, Dany lifts and shifts forward just enough so that her breasts hover above Margaery's face... ]
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[ Not exactly an unappetizing vision, though she obviously prefers her reality much more. Her neck has always been a sensitive spot, and Margaery feels little whimpers travel up her throat and spill out of her mouth. It's fascinating how quickly Dany can cause her to heat up; even if she'd walked onto the ship with just the barest idea that they might find themselves here, she's now wet, and getting wetter with everypleasing grope of Dany's hands. Her mouth waters as Dany hoists herself up to push her breasts above her face, and she gives her lover a grin before she licks her lips. ] What are you imagining, Dany? [ She pushes her head up to give Dany's breast the worship they deserve, speaking between kisses. ] Me, mmm touching myself on long nights alone? Fucking myself in time to the crashing of the waves outside? Pushing a toy inside while wishing it was you making me take it?
[ She already has ideas of the sort of teasing missives she can send the other woman. For now, she takes one of Dany's nipples between her teeth, gently, than lashing her tongue over it over and over just the way she knows her lover likes. ]
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Yes, yesss, Margaery, all of it...but I want to be there for - ooh, fuck - for all of it. I want to stop your nights from being lonely. I - ah - I want to fuck you in time to the crash of the waves and the heave of the ship...I want to push every inch of that toy into the clench of your cunt and hear you cry for me!
[ A sharp moan strikes out of Dany as teeth tug upon her nipple before that impossibly talented tongue lashes across it; without even realizing it, Dany has started to grind down against Margaery in a slow, deep rhythm of descending hips. She presses Margaery's head to her chest moe firmly than ever, hands sliding down her lover's back. ] Never stop touching me, never, I need you...oh Gods, you - ah - love my - mmph - love my breasts, don't you? Keep going, keep going, kiss them, suck them, for your Queen...your loving Queen...
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[ She knows Dany might do it, is the thing. There's very little her lover won't do for her, and Margaery takes all she has to give. She's always been greedy that way. And she's greedy for more of her now, more as she continues to lick and suck at Dany's breasts, switching off to give them each equal treatment, one hand coming up to tease whichever one isn't currently filling her mouth. In the meantime her other hand comes around behind Dany, giving her a sharp spank on the rear before soothing and kneading the skin, showing her how much she enjoys the growing rhythm of her hips. ] I love your breasts, your ass, your cunt.... every inch of you. Touching you, licking you, fucking you... hearing you scream....
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[ Dany sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to hold back a moan which subsequently squeezes out of her in the form of hurried gasps; her grip on Margaery's hair tightens into something harder, even more possessive. She can't help it, not when Margaery is doing this to her, bathing her sensitive breasts in the kind of attention she needs and only Margaery can give her. Dany's hips grind and roll in a steady if frantic motion, and even lash of Margaery's tongue across an achingly tight nipple sends a fresh jolt of ecstasy through the very core of her.
Then comes the spank, sharp and stinging and causing a high squeal to race out of her. The very impact causes her to shiver with fresh arousal, and she clutches at Margaery all the more desperately, sinking into the erotic warmth of her words, her promises. ] Y-yes, oh Gods yes, I love how you touch me...do it again, please, do it harder, make me scream for you...