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(Smut) Captain's Quarters - Yara Greyjoy x CisF!Reader

Summary: Princess Y/N, sibling of Queen Daenerys, has returned with her sister for a visit to the Iron Islands. These visits used to be more commonplace, but the two have not visited the islands since before the Battle of Winterfell. Y/N has a strong attachment to the islands, but finds her attachment has extended to its reigning monarch in a new, unfamiliar way.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: loss of virginity, oral sex, fingering, praise kink (kinda), the works

A/N: Long time no see! I got so sick and tired of there being no reader insert for Yara that I arose from the dead with 4.2K words of yara-posting. Yara-yearning, if you will.

NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT

The night was surprisingly warm for the Iron Islands, and the salty mist of the beaches hung heavy in the air and clung to the sway of your hips and undone hair. Your hands clutched your silken robe shut as you leisured through the sand, a soothing waft of lavender from your recent bubble bath hitting your nose with a gentle breeze.

You paused at the base of the shore, where the brine nipped at your toes and you tilted your head back, deeply inhaling into your chest. Your eyes slipped shut.

It wasn't often you and your sister were able to visit the islands, but gods above, you had missed it. Queen Yara had earned a special place in Daeneyrs's heart after her proven loyalty to the Dragon Queen, and thus routine visits were necessary to uphold the alliance between the Greyjoys and the remaining Targaryens. Sometimes it felt like you had grown up here, and sometimes the coldness of Pyke felt more familiar to you than anything back home, despite how long it had been since you had returned.

You would never admit it, but something about the sea and the people on this particular side of the world had consumed you during all these years of visits. Something about the people's wildness and the way it mimicked the ocean that mothered the island spoke to you and whispered to you at night and danced on your eyelids in spirals and swirls.

Some other nights, when the whispers never came, you would hold a large shell up to your ear and pray. The beloved gift had always answered you with the melodic pounding of waves against rocks, against ships, and lured you to sleep. In your dreams, you would sink into your deepest desires.

In this realm, much below the surface level of what was true and probable, you would find yourself standing beside an iron throne. This was not unusual for you -- you had been born to stand behind your brother, and then readjusted to beside your sister. Your duty had always been protecting the honor of this seat and whomever presides in it, and yet this integral piece of your mind, heart, body and soul vanished in these moments, and instead, you found yourself for once atop of the throne.

Well, atop of its monarch.

Clawing at the throne, which was not particularly jagged and sharp like the one your sister sat upon, and clawing at the crowned, whose calloused hands curled inside you and rough lips whispered filthy promises to you in a voice that sounded an awful lot like

"Yara!"

You stumbled away from the shore, whose once soothing pulls had now gone ice cold and stabbed at your feet and at hem of your robe. Your hand readjusted the collar of your robe out of instinct, as your sense slowly settled, though your burning cheeks lingered a bit too long.

Turning towards the disturbance, your eyes caught on the closest (and largest) docked ship, whose windows and deck harbored light and celebration. A group of sailors and soldiers drank merrily and called for a straggling participant, who marched towards the boat and waved them off, enjoying the attention in her own way. In this moment, you were grateful that the shadows of the cliffs behind you hid your so very clearly out of place figure.

Your attention followed Yara as she boarded the ship, and despite the distance, you could make out the way they all greeted her with a clasp on the shoulder, pat on the back, or smack on the bottom. The corners of your mouth turned up at the raw, unabashed display of admiration.

Shudders ran down your back and you ignored the way your stomach turned. For a moment, you thought about heading back to the castle. Nauseatingly, you thought about knocking on your sister's door and spilling these secrets to her and beg for direction, a command, anything.

Daenerys was the closest thing you had to a mother, and the urge to crawl into her arms and wait for guidance on this troubling issue consumed you as it always had, but you were a woman now, a delicate one, but blossomed and bled nonetheless, and you had witnessed your own sister's call to these womanly urges, and it was incredibly reminiscent of this pull you felt to the Ironborn Queen.

Your mind wandered back to your arrival this morning.

"It has been so long since I've returned," you said to Daenerys as you marveled over the aged walls of Pyke. Your hand danced across the slotted stone, digging your finger into chipped areas and rubbing your thumb against the in-between space.

Daenerys smiled knowingly, hands clasped softly in front of her. Missendei, Tyrion, and Greyworm trailed closely behind.

"How long has it been?" You murmured, mostly to yourself.

"Not since before the war, my lady," Tyrion added, and you turned to him, nodding with a solemn smile.

"It has been nearly that long since I have seen the rest of the Greyjoys, as well. Not since Theon."

Tyrion and Daenerys nod respectfully, reminiscing on Theon's death and the bravery that presumed it. A small silence ensued.

"I never understood how you have adapted so well to this cold, my lady," Missendei said, sweetly cutting the silence.

"She is a dragon," Daenerys replied, reaching out to brush a bit of her sister's hair back into place. "She provides her own warmth."

The throne room was modest in size but exuberant in its carvings, luxurious enough to suggest status but rugged enough to represent the people it ruled. You couldn't help but admire it all, it being so vastly different from the outright lushness of Mereen or even Dragonstone.

Of course, the architecture was not the only thing you were interested in. You turned your attention to the throne, and immediately stopped. Your sister continued for only a few steps more, taking her place in front of you.

"Yara," Daeneyrs greeted with a warm smile.

Yara strutted forward with an unmatched level of confidence, and you couldn't help but stare at the way her leather tunic hugged her strong shoulders. You were used to Yara not dressing like any other lady you had known, but couldn't help but always think the natural defiance in her pants and boots exuded power and self-assurance. Yara looked somehow more bold and stronger than you had ever seen her, and it was admirable in an unfamiliar, indescribable way.

"My queen," Yara bowed in her own way, a half-smirk ever-present, "It is an honor."

The two clasped arms, and Daenerys smiled before turning to you.

"I'm sure you remember my little sister, Princess Y/N."

Yara's attention followed, and you couldn't help the way you held your breath and stared up at her with widened eyes. It was like you were seeing her for the first time.

"Princess Y/N."

Yara said your name like she was trying it on, but in truth she had always used formalities in this way, especially towards you. In your aw-stricken mind, you'd like to think that her gaze softened a bit. She had never looked at you like this before.

"Your return has been long-awaited."

She outstretched her hand, and you took it with both of your hands, feeling yourself relax into it. Your eyes watered a bit, and you squeezed, unable to avoid the way you beamed up at her.

"I have missed the islands dearly."

Your sister had given in to her own desires, and she had lived to tell the tale. Perhaps you would too.

The ground seemed to push you towards the ship, and by the time your eyes unglossed and you regained clarity, you found yourself standing at the base of the footway. You of course had been on many vessels that belonged to the Iron Fleet, and you knew the people on board rather well, but you couldn't help but feel nervous now. These men were rather drunk, and you knew you probably should have an escort this late. Not even status could always safeguard a lady from the hands of depravity and sin. Stupidly, you grabbed on to the ropes of the ramp and pulled yourself aboard.

Immediately the overwhelming stench of ale and piss cause you to wrinkle your nose.

"Gods above," you whispered to yourself. Though you had been quiet, the sailors very quickly took notice of your presence.

"Princess!" one called, waving at you with his mug of ale. It sloshed over the sides and splashed, narrowly missing you. The men around him jokingly scolded him.

"Come on Ravos, you don't want to ruin her dress," a dark haired, stout man called Yohn slurred.

"Don't look like she's wearing much of a dress to me."

The men turned to you once more, and your ears burned, now with a much more uncomfortable feeling as they eyed you. One coughed and shifted on his feet.

You wrapped your robe tighter, straightening yourself up like you had been taught. You narrowed your eyes slightly, and responded directly to Ravos.

"Where can I find Yara?" You asked, hoping you exuded more authority than the piece of meat you felt like.

Reacting much more appropriately, he turned and pointing towards the North end of the ship.

"Captain's quarters," he grunted, avoiding eye contact.

You nodded, and the fifteen or so men stumbled backwards to allow for a path.

Carefully you stepped over puddles of questionable substances and shards of glass, maintaining as much grace and fierceness as you could muster. Behind you, the men resumed their activities, seemingly already over the drunken encounter. You knocked once on the Captain's door, before hurriedly slipping inside, eager to escape the sailors.

As you shut the door and turned to face her, you had to carefully force out a normal respiration rate. Yara was propped up in her chair with her boots resting on the desk, holding her own stein, though her sobriety seemed much more intact.

"Hello, princess."

Yara didn't bother hiding her surprise. She set her stein down and dropped her arms to the ends of her arm rest. A smirk creeped across her face, and she leaned her head back as she very obviously eyed you up and down, legs spreading a bit for a better view. Despite her brute persona, she did seem to try to hide the way she stuttered over the V of your robe.

You noticed anyways.

"A little far from the dressing room, are we?" She nodded at your outfit. You blushed and nodded with a smile. She smiled back and sat up. "You should know better than to walk around alone at night like that, especially here."

"I'm not alone now," you replied softly. Here in the candlelight, she was able to see you fully.

Yara took notice of the way you wrung your hands together, the way your eyes were glued to the loose laces of her tunic, the rose hue of your cheeks and ears, and your long, snow-white hair falling in loose curls around you.

Yara had known you for half a decade at this point. When she first met you, you were a scrawny, timid little girl who watched from Daeneyrs's shadow. To be fair, you were still quite shy, but you were a woman now, not nearly the little bird of a lady that you used to be. Now, in the warm lighting, she could see that these days you were more of a snow leopard than a cub, and you looked almost regal.

For a moment, Yara wondered what you would look like on the throne instead of your sister. Her hands squeezed at her chair at the idea, and she concluded that that was an image that would inspire millions.

Yara's eyes returned to your face, recomposing her commanding demeanor. She shrugged and stood, traipsing leisurely towards you.

Your eyes' followed each other, studying the other until they met. Yara had never looked at you this way, not that you could recall, and the curiosity in her face sent a thrill down your spine and fueled your ego.

"Oh, but I am as much as of a predator as any man out there, princess," Yara countered.

Peculiarly, you stepped forward, taking Yara by surprise at this newfound confidence. She watched you, and noticed something lurking behind your irises, something Yara was very familiar with and could feel exuding off of your body, but ten fold. She knew why you had come.

"And I am a dragon," You murmured, meeting her eyes without hesitation. Up close, you looked even more feral than before, with the sea spray making a wild mess of your hair, and each rock of the boat interrupting your breaths.

Yara backed up to sit on the edge of her desk, and you followed, keeping the distance small but not yet close enough. Yara waited for you to make a move with unusual patience. You raised your hand to caress the open area of her shirt with your palm, then push it aside just a few inches to trace her collarbone with your index and middle finger.

"Are you scared of dragons, Yara?"

"Anyone in their bloody right mind is scared of dragons," she replied, watching your hand as her breathing grew heavy. You giggled, reaching your hand around to cup the space between her ear and neck, letting your thumb rub her jaw.

"Are you scared of me?" You spoke quietly, like it was a secret meant to be kept safe between the two of you.

"I'm hungry for you," she growled, eyes heavy with desire. You felt your core throb in an entirely new way, letting out a small whimper at the feeling.

Finally, Yara reached out, hand splaying across your lower back, where she could finally feel that the robe was the only thing preserving your modesty, and she could've fainted at the realization.

"I've never been with a dragon before," Yara confessed, halfway a joke, yet halfway entirely all too true. You brought up her other hand to truly cup her face, bring her attention to you.

"I've never been with anyone before," You whispered, and for a second Yara could see that familiar timidness she knew of you flicker between the lust clouding your vision. "You are the only person I've ever wanted."

Yara let out a small noise at this. "Then you must be starved."

You nodded, eyes falling to her lips.

"Can I?"

"Please."

The first thing Yara noticed was how warm you are. Your lips against hers were like fire, and your soft whimpers made her want to crawl inside the flames and be burnt alive. You practically fell against her, knees going week, but she grasped you with both hands and held you up.

This alone was like nothing you had ever experienced. Your ears rung from the intensity and your nails dug into Yara's skin ever so slightly, illiciting a gasp from her that you greedily swallowed.

Yara reached back with one hand, pushing herself off to stand, keeping you slotted between her legs. She turned you both, pushing you against the desk until you were sitting atop it now. You raked your hands over her shirt, grasping at it and pulling her as close as you could. Yara put her hands between you and undid the tie to your robe, hurriedly pulling it off your shoulders. She reached under your thighs, lifting you up by them and letting the robe fall on to the floor.

As Yara angled you on to the desk, you propped your arms behind yourself, baring your legs to her. She paused, staring at your bare form and licked her lips.

"Gods below," she growled, running her hands up your body. You shivered as they danced over your thighs and ghosted over your breasts. "You're fucking stunning."

Yara pushed back between your legs. The warmth of her skin against yours and the cold leather of her pants pressing against your bare sex made you moan. Yara shoved her hand back behind your back and laid you down flat.

"Such a pretty cunt," she whispered, tracing her thumb over you. You gasped at the touch, and watched as she brought it up.

"Do you know what this is, sweet girl?" Yara watched the way the wetness glistened on her finger, and you nodded your head.

She grinned, then brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked it clean. You whimpered at the sight, nearly panting now in desperation.

She leaned down to kiss to you and forced her tongue into your mouth. You moaned at the feeling and at the taste, grabbing on to the back of her head and pushing back with your own tongue. Yara groaned into your mouth and grabbed you by the neck, deepening the kiss, if that was even possible.

Yara's scent and touch and taste consumed you, feeding into every one of your senses and bleaching them until all that was left was her.

Finally, Yara put her hand against your chest and pushed you back against the desk.

"Be a good girl and open your legs a bit more for me," she commanded, and without a single underlying thought, you obeyed, gasping at the way your stomach turned at the petname. You watched with slightly parted lips, panting, as Yara sunk to her knees, staring into your eyes so intensely that you couldn't even think about looking away.

She settled between your legs and brought her hands to rest up on your thighs, just in case. You pushed up on your elbows, trying to see what she was going to do, when she pressed a firm kiss to your sex. You groaned, cheeks going pink, and Yara reacted similarly.

She kissed again, this time open mouthed, and gently sucked on your growing bud. You could feel your cunt pulsing, and your thighs quivered around Yara's head, but she held firm.

She licked stripes around your clit, teasing you before giving it a direct swipe that had you balling your fists and curling your toes.

"Yara!" You gasped, perhaps a little too loudly, because the voices outside of the room suddenly quieted. You froze, looking down at her in panic, but she didn't share the same concern.

Instead, Yara chuckled, murmured your own name against your cunt almost tauntingly, and without any warning, eased her tongue inside of you. Your whole body stuttered, and you slammed your hand against the desk. Yara gripped your legs even tighter and repeated the motion, and you couldn't find it in you to keep quiet, not with the way Yara was working you like she was eating her last meal.

"Fuck," you groaned, back arching. You head fell back, curls falling with it, and Yara swore she had never seen anything more stunning or satisfying. Yara's own cunt throbbed impossibly hard, but she continued her merciless assault, drawing curse after curse from you, until Yara was certain the men outside knew exactly what was going on and with whom.

Yara stood and pulled your hips closer to the edge of the desk. Holding you by your hips, she rocked her hips against your core, and you gasped at the new sensation. You grabbed her shoulder, holding yourself up.

Yara cradled your face with one hand, and you buried yourself in her arm, ear pressed against her chest, whining and whimpering. She pressed kisses into your neck, nipping at it and bruising it. Slowly, Yara stopped her hips, and just as you started to get question it, she spoke.

"You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?" She teased, and you cried out, nodding desperately into her arm. Yara laughed, and then when you felt her middle and ring finger prodded at your entrance, you clenched down, gasping.

"Relax, sweetheart," she whispered, kissing right behind your ear. "I'm going to take good care of you."

You shuddered against her, but tried your best to settle down. Yara started pushing in again, and you clenched again out of instinct, this time clamping down on her fingers. She groaned into your ear.

"You're so tight," she whispered, and you pulsed around her fingers, whining. Once she was entirely inside, Yara curled her fingers, and your whole body reacted.

Your legs wrapped around her, holding her in place, and your fingers dug into her lower back while you saw stars. You bit down on her arm, at least still attempting to keep quiet, and Yara moaned loudly. When you finally loosened you grip on her arm, she pulled your face back by your hair.

"Does that feel good?" She whispered against your lips, and you panted, pressing kisses between each breath.

"Yes, y-yes," You cried out, and she pressed a knowing kiss to your temple.

"I'm going to move them," she warned, and you nodded, eyes glassed over and lips parted. She kissed your fiercely, then held eye contact as she started pumping her fingers. You groaned loudly, then started moving your hips to meet her hand. As your body adjusted to the foreign feeling, you grew confident.

The sound coming from it was obscene, and you pulled Yara down to sloppily kiss her. Yara pushed harder, and so did you. Soon, you developed a rythym, and you could feel a pressure building up in your stomach. Yara glanced down at her hand, then back up at you, eyes unbelievably filled with even more lust. You followed her gaze and practically melted at the sight.

Thick, hot cream spilled out of you and on to Yara's hand, and gods above, her hand was huge. Her palm practically framed your whole cunt, and the sight made you dizzy.

Yara flicked her thumb over your clit, and you choked, grabbing her neck to hold you up from falling backwards. Your whole spine tingled, and your vision started to blur.

"Y-Yara, I'm," you gasped, but you weren't entirely sure what was going on. "I'm, I think I'm gonna -"

"Cum, sweetheart," Yara groaned. "You're going to cum for me." She pumped her fingers harder, and you sobbed into her arms, feeling your stomach ball up tighter, tighter, tighter, and then burst.

You screamed into her shoulder as your cunt gushed over her hand, and Yara moaned your name into your ear at the feeling. Your hips stuttered, but Yara kept pumping until you were shaking uncontrollably and babbling nonsense. Then, she eased out of you.

She tilted your head up with one hand, then brought the other soiled one between the two of you. You looked up with watery eyes and red cheeks, and watched as Yara licked your cum off of a few of her fingers. Then, she prodded your lips with the remaining two, and you opened your mouth, accepting it gratefully.

You pushed her fingers farther and farther down your throat, chasing that high and letting the bittersweet flavor swirl and cloud your taste and mind. You looked up at Yara through wet lashes, and she swore she could've creamed herself.

"Fucking hell," she groaned, and pulled her fingers out of your mouth, worried you'd probably suffocate yourself on them if she let you work at them any more.

You coughed and gasped, and regained your breath just before she pressed a firm kiss against your mouth. When she pulled away, you stared at her with wide eyes and she panted down at you. You couldn't pull a single word to say off your tongue.

She kissed your temple, then the side of your head, and rested her forehead against yours. "Gods below, are you sure that was your first time?"

You nodded breathlessly, swallowing thickly.

"You fuck like a-"

"- I want to do it again."

Yara pulled back, studying your face. Her face was expressionless, and for a moment during the silence, you were worried you had angered her, or somehow shamed her skill. Then, the corners of her mouth curved into a smirk.

"You want to do it again?" She asked, tilting her head until her lips were almost slotted against yours. You nodded your head.

"Is that okay?" You asked, no shyness left to spare.

Yara laughed loudly and kissed you. She stepped away, running her hands through her hair.

"Yes, fucking absolutely," she assured. She reached down and grabbed your robe. "But not in here, I have other things to show you."

You quickly got dressed. Your body shook, so Yara helped you with it extensively, and kept you steady. You looked up at her quizzically. "Other things like what?"

She grinned wickedly before pulling you up into her arms, one arm under yours and the other under your knees.

"You'll see, princess," she assured.

In her brutish style, Yara kicked open the door to her quarter's. The soldiers remaining on deck went absolutely silent, staring at the two of you with both terrified and amused expressions.

Yara coughed loudly and you buried your face into her shoulder to hide your embarrassment.

"If you gentleman will excuse me, me and the lady are going to retire for the night."

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wez-star · 6 months

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《 .~°☆°~. 》

masterlist

Request: open

Heyy,

This is a blog for the girlies and the they/thems only! So if you're a MALE (or minor) leave please.

Who i plan to write about:

-wednesday addams (j.o)

-cersei lannister

-rhaenyra targaryen

-daenerys targaryen

-alicent hightower

-yara greyjoy

-rosa diaz

-eivor varinsdottir(wolf-kissed)

-yelena belova (?)

-wanda maximoff

-maria hill

+more

I will probs mostly write x fem! Reader

Most stories will be smutt

That's all byee.

《.~°☆°~.》

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tyrionsource · 4 months

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Thank you so much for Tyrion’s Seasons of Love, Part 3: Winter!

There is a masterlist of all the fanworks created for the event under the cut. Late submissions will be added to the list as they are posted and information about the last part of our celebration (Spring!) will be announced very soon. Thank you again to everyone who participated or supported!

EDITS/GRAPHICS

Daenerys/Tyrion Jane Eyre AU by @blogforasoiafevents

FICS

By the fireplace by actuallysango (Tyrion/Daenerys. You will have to be signed in to view)

with moonglow in his hair and a laugh upon his lips (Tyrion/Theon) by @selkiewife

Winter Dragon Dreams of Spring by @selkiewife

Three Hearts by @selkiewife

GIFSETS

storm and war and childhood’s end (Tyrion/Yara) by @ironbornsource

Tyrion/Sansa Aging Together by @tyrionsource

Tyrion/Daenerys “Madly” by @selkiewife

Tyrion/Tysha “Annabel Lee” by @selkiewife

Dany Introduces Tyrion to Viserion by @selkiewife

#tyrionseasons #winter masterlist #tyrion lannister #tyrionlannisteredit #gotedit #daenerys targaryen #danrion #sanrion #tyrsha #thyrion #tyrion x dany #tyrion x sansa #tyrion x theon #tyrion x tysha #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #tyrion x yara #tyrion x asha #tyrionseasons winter masterlist

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alibraryoficeandfire · 5 months

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Daenerys Targaryen/Female character smut

I Never Demand - Revans_Mask Dany/Yara E, 5k

Summary: It's a long voyage back to Westeros and Daenerys Targaryen is finding herself intrigued by Yara Greyjoy's bold flirtations, while the Ironborn is eager to show the dragon queen a few new things.

Teaching Khaleesi - fembuck Doreah/Dany E, 3k

Summary: Dany has asked Doreah to teach her how to make Khal Drogo happy and in learning how to please the Khal she learns to please herself as well.

Curious Taste - jkl789 Dany/Irri E, 555

Summary: The first time Dany performs cunnilingus.

Regina Rex - emmaliza Sansa/Dany E, 873

Summary: Sansa used to dream of a queen, with eyes like jewels and bright blonde hair shimmering in the against the sunlit snows, a queen who's every word dripped with power, and yet still looked as sweet as her lemon cakes.

Now she meets one, and she hates it.

The Sweetest Thing - fembuck Doreah/Dany E, 3k

Summary: A quiet interlude between Dany and Doreah during their stay in Quarth.

The Whore of Highgarden - jkl789 Margaery/Dany E, 2k

Summary: This is the story of how Margaery, queen to three kings, became whore to Queen Daenerys.

you can count on me to misbehave - amainiriss Sansa/Margaery/Daenerys E, 4k

Summary: “So how does the story end?”

The three of them are strewn across Margaery’s bed, Sansa in the crook of her elbow and Dany nestled innocuously against the opposite curve of her breast. It’s a golden summer evening and all of them are at least a little drunk on wine coolers and vodka-and-Sprites -- vestiges of Margaery’s grad party, which still flows on beneath her half-opened bedroom window. Margaery stirs a little in the heavy heat and her fingertips skim Sansa’s arm; Sansa stiffens slightly at the contact, but otherwise does her best to give no hint that she has felt it at all.

Because three is better than two, right?

Queen - mautadite Irri/Dany E, 380

Summary: Irri would make a fine Khaleesi.

(A game of role reversal.)

Control - roughian Yara/Dany E, 7k

Summary: Yara's gaze lingered on the Targaryen's face. "Do you know that women in brothels have fashioned themselves to look just like you, to please the vagrants that pass through the ale houses?" She watched as Daenerys' gaze hardened, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Though none of them approach your beauty. Even good and drunk. No one can compare."

The Lion, The Dragon and the Wolf - dreakawa Cersei/Dany/Sansa E, 873

Summary: After Daenerys comes to King's Landing, she makes a treaty with the Lannisters, ruling alongside them. Sansa still lives at the Keep, and one evening she finds herself in the arms and bed of both queens.

(Super out of character at parts, I just had this pairing in my head and needed a reason to write it.)

Pleasing the Khaleesi - redcandle17 Dany/Irri E, 429

Summary: Irri tries something new to satisfy the khaleesi.

Forgot to pot yesterday my bad! Enjoy this smut to make up for it!❤️❤️❤️

#ao3 #fanfic #masterlist #daenerys targaryen #daenerys x sansa #dany x yara #dany x cersei #asoif fanfic #asoif/got #asoiaf #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones

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rainwingmarvel7 · 3 months

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Basic Alistair Dormaire Lore

Born: 378 AC, Raven’s Keep

Parents: Edwyrd Dormaire and Marah Tyrell

Siblings: Nadya Dormaire, Victyr Dormaire, Erwyn Dormaire (Snow)

Love Interest(s): Talisa Maegyr (S2-S3, wife), Daenerys Targaryen (S4-S8, wife), Ellaria Sand (S4 & S7, paramour), Yara Greyjoy (S7, paramour)

Children: Marah Dormaire (w/Talisa), Rhaella and Alysanne Targaryen (w/Daenerys)

Titles: Nobleman of House Dormaire (S1-S8), Lord of Raven’s Keep (S4-S8), King Consort of Daenerys I Targaryen (S4-S8)

Weapon(s): Talon (ancestral Valyrian steel sword of House Dormaire)

Fic: As the Raven Flies

#game of thrones #got #game of thrones oc #got oc #asoiaf oc #alistair dormaire #oc: alistair dormaire #alistair x talisa #alistair x daenerys #alistair x ellaria #alistair x yara #talisa maegyr x oc #daenerys targaryen x oc #ellaria sand x oc #yara greyjoy x oc #as the raven flies #fic: as the raven flies

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ebaylee422 · 1 year

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Characters

Stranger Things (the heart of my blog):

Character(s) X Reader/OC or the Ship. All other characters for other formats, I will reject any requests for any kids in a SMUT request. It is a privileged for cannon adult only. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanon

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Steddie, Steddie X Reader

Harringrove, Harringrove X Reader

Mungrove, Mungrove X Reader

Ronance

A Court of Thorns and Roses+ :

Character X Reader/OC, I will take considerations for other characters but it might be biased. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Cassian

Nesta

Lucien

Feyre X Rhysand X Reader

Azriel, and Azriel X Rhysand’s Sister

Game of Thrones/ House of the Dragon:

Character X Reader/OC only

Daenerys Targaryen

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Daario Naharis

Yara Greyjoy

Jaime Lannister

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Cregan Stark

Random!

Leon S. Kennedy, from Resident Evil 4 Remake

Merlin or Arthur, from BBC Merlin

Potentially Marvel Characters or Harry Potter characters (depending)

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megsironthrone · 5 months

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More Than Any Throne

Based on this request: may i request a ramsay bolton x targaryen! reader? they are opposites since she is fire and he is ice and she is kind while he is well.. ramsay. he comes to essos to request her help in conquering the north (much like yara came to daenerys) and they end up ruling side by side, and ramsay doesn’t anticipate it but he actually loves her more than the throne?

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Warnings: None??

Pairings/Characters: Ramsay Bolton x fem!Targaryen reader

Ramsay stared up at you as you sat on your throne. For a queen of fire, you regarded him with such an icy expression it almost made him shiver. "I have heard of you, Lord Bolton. Of your betrayal of the Starks and the Greyjoys. I have heard of the murder of your father by your hand. Word of your horrible deeds has spread far and wide. I see no reason to trust you, especially not enough to form an alliance."

Ramsay knew he had to say something and quickly before you had his head. He was nothing if not quick-witted. "Queen Y/N, I too have heard of you. Tales of your kindness and compassion have reached far across the Great Sea to Westeros. I know my reputation. Even if I should gain the Iron Throne, the people would not accept me. I would be assassinated the moment the crown was on my head." You arched a brow.

"You aren't exactly helping your case, Lord Bolton. Flattery may work on my sister and most definitely would have worked on my brother, but I am not them. Why should I not let you return to Westeros for your, most likely, inevitable assassination then cross the sea to take the throne for myself?"

"Because then the people of Westeros would believe that you too are cruel. What sort of queen allows a potential ally to run to his death when she could stop it? That is what the people would say. Together, we could rule side-by-side. You would be returned to your rightful home as the true heir to the Iron Throne and the people would love you. And you can sway them in my favor as well. If the kind Targaryen queen could love the ruthless, mad dog Lord Bolton, there must be some good in him. They would accept and follow us both as their rulers. But I cannot-" Ramsay cut himself off for a moment. He hated sounding so weak, but he needed to do this. "I cannot do this alone. I need someone like you by my side."

You let out a huff. "Prostrating yourself before me does not suit the 'Mad Dog', Lord Bolton. Once again, your words of flattery mean nothing to me." Ramsay felt himself growing frustrated. You were supposed to be swayed by him, but you weren't. You showed nothing toward him except amusement.

It grew quiet in the hall as your Hand whispered in your ear. You hummed and nodded slightly. For a few moments, you watched him as Ramsay grew more and more irate. It was becoming difficult to keep his temper in check. After a while, you hummed again. "You've amused me, Lord Bolton. That's not an easy feat. I will consider your proposition and inform you of my decision in the morning. You are free to explore Essos, with an escort, of course. Or you may choose to retire to the chambers I keep for visiting nobility. Until morning." With that, you stood and swept from the room, leaving Ramsay utterly confused and, maybe a little bit impressed.

The next morning, Ramsay entered the dining hall to find you already waiting for him. He bowed to you and you smiled at him. "Lord Bolton," you greeted with a warmth that had been missing the day before. Once again, Ramsay was utterly confounded by you. You sipped your drink before speaking again as Ramsay sat down. "Though your proposal was…ridiculous, to say the least, I accept." Ramsay blinked stupidly for a moment.

"What?"

"I will sail to Westeros with you and rule, as equals, by your side." Ramsay began to smile, but you continued, "Know this, however. If you betray me in any way, I will destroy you. Bear in mind that my sister is not the only Targaryen with dragons. My reputation may be one of kindness and compassion, but I will answer betrayal and harm with ruin." This time, Ramsay did smile.

*time skip*

Ramsay glanced at you across the table as you broke your fast together one morning. The stress of ruling over Westeros had done nothing but enhance your beauty. If possible, you had grown more confident, stronger, and intelligent since coming over from Essos. You lead the people compassionately and held Ramsay's temper back whenever possible. People respected you and feared him and the dragons. It worked well for you and Ramsay, to his surprise, found himself caring more for you than for the throne he'd fought for.

"You're staring, Husband," you stated, hardly looking up from the scroll in front of you. "Am I not allowed to look at my wife? My queen?" You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "I am only your wife and queen because you wanted the throne and knew there was no other way to get it. So either you're forming some devious plan, or you've come to the realization that you've fallen in love with me."

Ramsay blinked in surprise. The man had prided himself on keeping any and all emotions under wraps. Did he love you? He had his throne, but would he give it up for you? Yes. In a heartbeat, he would. Did that mean he, for the first time in his life, was actually in love?

A soft laugh from you broke Ramsay from his thoughts. He looked at you again. "Did you think you were hiding? Ramsay, my darling, you forget that I have been able to see right through you from the moment we met." You pushed your chair back and rose to your feet. As you passed by Ramsay, you placed a hand on his shoulder. "There is nothing wrong with admitting that you're in love, Ramsay." You squeezed him lightly before moving to leave the room. Ramsay stood and turned to watch you leave. "Oh, and Ramsay?" you called over your shoulder, "I love you too." Ramsay stood still for a moment as his brain processed what you'd said. Once he snapped out of it, he was instantly running after you, intent on spending the rest of the day getting you to ignore your duties and spend time with him.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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ravensinthedaylight · 1 year

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City of Ash - Daenerys Targaryen x Daughter!Reader

Request(ed by @violetromanova): i’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not right now (so if not i’m really sorry pls ignore this) but i had an idea for a daenerys targaryen x daughter fic where her daughter is there at kings landing and is so afraid and horrified by what happened that she struggles to be around her mum, and you can take it from there i think, i have no clue what should happen next,

Notes: For the sake of the fic Rhaegal never died lol, I also made some minor adjustments to the plot.

Summary: You struggle to look at your mother, Daenerys, after the burning of King's Landing.

Reader's Age: 13

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You didn't know what to think as you rode over the burning city.

Parts of King's Landing had been reduced to ash, it had only been two hours after the initial attack and your mother had finally given the go for you to be brought to the city.

The city that she had just conquered. the city whose people she had just cold heartily burned.

Even from high up, on top of Rhaegal, you could hear the screams and cries of the people. Your people. Your mother's people.

The more you looked the more tears flowed from your eyes.

Your mother couldn't have done this. Not the woman who had given birth to you and raised you even though your father, Beltar Celtigar, had died in battle in Essos before you were even born. Not your sweet, kind, fair, and honest Muña.

At first, you had told yourself that she had just lost control of Drogon. But the further you road with Rhaegal the more you realised that that wasn't possible. Drogon didn't have such a blood lust, Drogon was as loyal to Daenerys as you were, even at the age of three and ten you remain one of the people who are most loyal to your mother.

You knew that your loyalty probably didn't mean as much as that of Yara Greyjoy and the Tyrells, but your mother had been insistent that you were the person who mattered most.

As you neared the Red Keep you began to see the castle, or at least what was left of it.

Most of it was just a pile of stone. You didn't see how this could be rebuilt within just a few years.

It had taken your ancestors decades to build the Red Keep and now look at it.

You could hear the pitiful noises coming from Rhaegal. He seemed to share your grief.

You knew that the cries of the women and children would haunt you for years to come, and the images of the burning buildings and castle would forever be engraved in your brain.

The cries were so loud, so very loud, you could hear them so well despite being so far up above.

Rhaegal seemed to slow down, and stayed flapping his wings in the same spot.

When he stopped moving forward you could see everything. The full scale of the destruction caused.

You found it hard to breathe.

Daenerys had once promised that she would never attack King's Landing. She had said that she was not here to be Queen of the ashes.

But then what was this? What was she doing?

She had gone back on everything that she had ever said.

You were happy that Jorah and Missandei weren't here to see this, to see what your mother had done.

Because now, as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that your mother had done this.

Your mother had shown no mercy.

She destroyed King's Landing.

There were no other words for it.

I'm sorry. You thought as you looked down to the flames that were no doubt burning thousands of innocent civilians this very second. I'm so very sorry.

The army of Unsullied stood in rows in front of the steps to what was previously the castle.

You had wiped your tears from your face, refusing to show her your tears. You had the feeling that this would be a different woman than the Daenerys Targaryen who you had said goodbye to just a few moons ago.

You didn't know what she would do to you.

Rhaegal let out a roar, landing in front of the steps.

As you dismounted, you felt a shiver up your spine.

It was freezing, even the furs that were wrapped around your shoulders didn't do much for the cold.

It was rarely this cold in Essos. You missed Mareen. You wanted desperately to return there. The atmosphere was happy there, and the people were treated with a kind yet fair hand.

You missed the warmth of the weather and flying the dragons alongside your mother. Of course, you were too young to ride by yourself back then, it was just the two of you on Drogon as Viserion and Rhaegal flew nearby.

You had made friends in Mareen. Here you were all alone.

You petted Rhaegal's scales and patted his head, signaling for him to stay.

You looked up. Daenerys Targaryen stood at the top of the steps, Greyworm to her side, and Drogon was perched on a nearby ruin watching over the army of both unsullied and Dothraki.

The Dothraki made room for you as you went to climb the first step of many up to meet your mother at the top.

With each and every step your heart rate increased, and you caught sight of the familiar silver hair that you had inherited from her, you refused to meet her eyes, you were afraid of what you would see in them.

But you saw her hand, a hand that was outstretched to you. Your heart was filled with hope.

You wanted to reach your own handout and touch hers, to feel her familiar warmth, but then the sound of the wailing children, mothers, and widows filled your ears and your yearning was quenched.

You saw her smile, the same smile which had made it a priority to tuck you in every night. The same smile that had been used after freeing the slaves from their masters back in Essos. Bile threatened to surge up your throat over the fact that that very smile was being used right at this moment, right after she had done this.

But no matter what you avoided the eyes, you didn't want to see her eyes. What if they were the same as before? In many ways, you knew that that would make you feel even more sick and horrified, for you felt nobody could commit such a heinous act and still be able to look at their child the same.

You were halfway to the top and the only sounds to be heard were the sounds of your footsteps, the wind, and the crying of the civilians. You didn't know which sounds were more deafening to your ears.

Daenerys hand was still outstretched, but as you got higher up, the more you looked to the nearest step in front of you.

When you finally reached the top you still refused to meet her eyes, she was - in what your mind perceived - stalking toward you. You felt like the prey. You didn't feel safe.

She ignored your flinch as she grabbed onto your shoulder softly, whether she noticed it or not you weren't sure.

"Oh, my sweetest love." She whispered lovingly as she pulled you closer and eventually into an embrace.

You were tense in her arms. You felt even sicker as she caressed the silver curls that cascaded down your back.

Your arms were pinned to the side, while your mother's arms were around your shoulders.'

You refused to give in to the affection.

"You missed my speech." She hummed, placing kisses to your head.

You said nothing, you were cracking, like when your mother's glass vase back in Braavos cracked when one of the baby dragons accidentally knocked it over.

"I hope you had a safe flight."

You forcefully pushed her off of you, breaking the embrace and making her gasp in anguish, in the corner of your eye you could see some Dothraki shift where they stood and Drogon's gaze sharpened.

Daenerys looked hurt and... confused... which irked you greatly.

"Sweetling?"

You promised yourself you wouldn't look in the eyes, you promised, but you couldn't stop yourself.

Her eyes were the same.

And you felt hurt everywhere. You felt betrayed even though it wasn't you she had betrayed.

Despite your promises not to cry you let out a distressed sob as you tried to turn away. Thousands of eyes were upon you, but you failed to care very much. For every eye that was on you another ten people were left burned by Dragonfire.

Daenerys put her hand on your shoulder and guided you away from the scene, knowing that this was a conversation to be had privately.

"Shh, shh, shh." She tried to tell you, but you just tried to pull your arm out of hers, but Daenerys wasn't having it, she wouldn't let go, which made you cry out more. "It's just me, Y/N. It's Muña." She said softly.

"Let me go, please." You cried, Daenerys finally did as she was told, releasing her hold on your arm.

You protectively wrapped your arms around yourself.

"What have you done." You whispered brokenly. "How could you have done such a thing."

Daenerys stared at you and her gaze faltered. "I did what was necessary. I did it for us."

You stared at your mother and took a step back.

"The city surrendered. It surrendered and you still killed thousands!" You spat. "You won, gods be dammed you won! Have you been down there? Have you seen- heard what I've heard, children, women, babies, innocent civilians are dead, you slaughtered them like sheep." You sobbed.

"You overcame Euron's fleet, you annihilated the Golden Company, you eliminated all the city's defenses, Cersei surrendered and you still killed them!"

Daenerys thought for a few seconds, she needed to gather her words. "I needed them to know not to mess with us, to never endanger my dragons, my army, my reign, my kingdom, and most importantly you."

You laughed bitterly. "Them? Who's them? The tens of thousands you have just slaughtered? Don't you understand that the start of your reign is now marked with the bloodshed of innocents?"

"I needed to make sure you would always be safe."

"You think I feel safe now?!" You cried out, bringing your hands up to your face. "You think I feel safe around you?!"

Daenerys looked hurt for just a split second, she goes to pull them away from your face, and you kept going.

"You've just murdered Lord Tyrion's family, you really think he'll stay loyal to you?" You snarked.

"I've granted him Casterly Rock." She responded dryly. You scoffed.

"If someone murdered me would you take Dragonstone and leave it at that?"

"You are not Cercei! And you already know the answer to that, Cercei was a tyrant and Tyrion understood that. Nobody will ever harm you, I've already told you. I've just guaranteed that." You could tell she was getting fed up with your comments.

You shook your head in disbelief, how did she think that this was ok?

"Do you even feel sorrow? Even just a little bit?"

You desperately wanted her to say yes, you desperately wanted to believe that what she did was truly necessary.

"I did what I needed to do, sweetling."

You looked down, you couldn't look at her, not right now. You didn't think that you would ever look at her the same.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

A new round of angry tears came to your eyes. She may have scared you, but that's not what was wrong here.

Your mother could sense your anger by the way you clenched your fists and how your eyelids started to squeeze tightly.

She placed a hand on each side of your face, making you flinch harshly, something that shocked her. Her hands felt as cold as her words, but the main reason you didn't want her to touch you, the reason being clear to both of you.

"Look." She uttered, adjusting your head so that you were facing the Iron Throne. "That's mine now. This is all mine now, the seven kingdoms and soon it will even be beyond that. And when I'm gone this will be yours."

You shivered. You didn't want this.

You were happy in Essos. You wanted to go back to Essos.

You didn't want a throne, you didn't want the titles, you just wanted your mother. You wanted her how she was.

You thought of the stories Viserys would tell to you before his death. The story of King Jaeharys was always your favorite, coming to the throne after Maegor the cruel had finally passed.

You wondered if you would have a similar story, as you didn't know if that was the last of your mother's ruthless slaughters.

"You should have grown up in the Red Keep." Daenerys whispered. "I should have too."

Her hands felt warm again.

"Even though neither of us has been here before, this has always been our home, this has always been where we belonged, My dragon. So welcome home."

You wanted to cry again. You were finding it so easy to forgive her, even though you knew she didn't deserve it, you had never met the people of King's Landing before, but you still felt as though you were betraying them.

"I don't ever want you contradicting me again, am I understood?"

You go to open your mouth, but no words left it.

"At least not like that. I'm your mother, you're but a hatchling. I can understand that you're slightly shaken, and I'm sorry for that, but we have finally reached our goal. You're confused, I know that, sweetling. You're so young and confusion is natural." Daenerys fingers traced your cheek soothingly. "But we need to be strong, especially now. Can you be strong for me?"

You nodded, you didn't even know what you were nodding to, you just knew that somewhere deep down you would always be desperate to please her.

"Thank you." She spoke with such love and adoration. "Now come here, please."

The second you were taken into another warm hug sobs wracked your petite frame.

"There, there, I know my love. Don't fret, I'll take care of everything."

You hated that she was so warm. You hated that you still craved nothing but her love after what she had done here, the number of people she killed. It made you sick to your stomach

"Muña." You whimpered. "Please don't do anything like that again."

Daenerys didn't respond.

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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GOTU Masterlist

💖 Fluff / 🌧 Angst /🔥 Smut / 🤝 Platonic / 💞 related / 🧬 hybrid / 🐺 omegaverse / 🍆 G!p / 🧛vampire / 🐕 werewolf / ⚡️Modern Au / ✨authors / 💀 supernatural au

—— G A M E O F T H R O N E S ——

Daenerys Targaryen

Cersei Lannister

Her Little Stark 💖🔥🐺✨

-> Her little cubs 💖🐺✨

Sansa Stark

Brienne of Tarth

Jon Snow

Yara Greyjoy

Catelyn Tulley

Margery Tyrell

Ellaria Sand

Oberyn Martell

—— H O U S E O F D R A G O N ——

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You say its too big 🔥🐺

Imagines

Rhaenys Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Laena Velaryon

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We should call her aemma 🐺

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A Lovers Comfort💖

Aemond Targaryen

Pleasant surprises 💖

-> Unexpected news and welcome surprises 💖

Of dragon rides and thunderstorms 💖

Who do you belong to? 🔥🐺

Helaena Tragaryen

—— S E R I E S ——

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One 🔥🐺 Two 🐺💖 Three 🐺💖🔥 / Three Alt. 🐺💖 🌧

An eye for an eye

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Pregnant!Alicent x Reader x Rhaenyra 🔥🐺✨

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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What They're Like in Bed

Includes: Margery, Sansa, Daenerys, and Yara (Asha in the books but more ppl kno her as Yara I think)

Warnings: mentions of (but not descriptions) of various kinks, subs, doms, degradation, praise kinks, thigh riding, and oral (that kinda thing) 18+

Word count: 905

Men's part here

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Margaery

Margaery comes off as very in charge at first, which she is amazing at, but she can have a subby side as well. When she’s dominant she is a soft dom though. She loves to ride your face, telling you to behave or she’ll stop. She’ll sit you on her knees or over her lap, slowly staring to pleasure you and trail kisses on your neck. This girl loves neck kisses. Like obsessed.

She doesn’t do harsh punishments and instead will ban you from touching yourself, or worse her. She’ll make you watch her pleasure herself when you haven’t listened enough to earn it. When you do behave though she will shower you with praise. The praise can also be condescending in nature, saying ‘how good you are for a stupid slut’ or telling you ‘good job’ with a condescending tone. She wants to make you work for her praise.

When Margaery does allow her submissive side to show she loves to be overstimulated and if she trusts you then fully tied up. She could spend all day being tied up and edged just for the satisfaction of her release at the end. She loves when you grab her jaw or throat, even some light chocking, but she doesn’t tolerate degrading or spanking. At least not on her. You are a different story.

Sansa

Sansa was hesitant about having sex to start with, her trust always haven been broken in the past, so when you do start having sex you have to be very gentle. However, once she becomes comfortable things get amazing.

She’s defiantly a very shy sub who blushes when you make eye contact with her. She blushes like crazy when you praise her which is often because of her massive praise kink. She loves to be told how good she is, how sweet she tastes, and how perfect she is. The praise also helps her get out her shell. When she does is when she wants to experiment with things like temperature play with you dripping hot wax over her chest.

Her favourite thing is when you run her a bath, rubbing her shoulders, and kissing her neck, before joining her in it to truly help her relax. She defiantly loves more casual sex vibes. I’m talking laughing and giggling mixing through her moans, sleepy morning sex, lazy casual sex, making out on the bed as her hands wander your body. Her absolute favourite thing though is when you go down on her. Sansa can be a bit of a pillow princess in this regard but she’s also a very caring partner so if you point it out, she will turn her attention on you.

Daenerys

Daenerys feels a need to be dominant with her partner due to her history and never feeling like she is treated seriously. She does love being dominant though and loves a partner who will sit at her feet, praising her and begging to touch her. She loves to deny you of her touch or your finish until she has heard sweet praise and begs fall from your lips.

Her favourite positions are definitely to do with riding though. She loves to ride your face or have you ride her. Sometimes she’ll have you ride her thigh, teasing how easy it was to turn you on. She loves when you worship her body and the trails of kisses you leave across it. She realises her subby side one time when you began to suck her nipples and she wanted nothing more than for you to keep going and to please you. Oh also she loves nipple play.

When she is submissive, she loves to please and be praised, being told how good she is and how she can earn her next reward and asking permission to touch you or to cum. While she’ll ask first, she will never beg. She doesn’t handle degradation or punishment well but she never brats enough to deserve it. She just wants to be taken care of and make sure that you reach your own peak in the process.

Yara

Yara is a dom who loves to tease. This girl will tease you from the moment the sun rises till it sets regardless of whether you’re in the bedroom or not. She loves to flirt with you in front of others. She loves watching you blush and stutter at her words however she also gets a kick out of the days that you flirt as boldly back. This causes her to step up her game, sometimes dragging you off to the nearest surface or wall to remind you that she was in charge.

If her partner were comfortable with her, she would love to try a bit of exhibitionism. Maybe not go all the way but the idea of someone watching her turn you into a moaning mess riled her up to no end. She also wouldn’t be against watching you with someone else, however only if and when she allowed it and she was very particular on who she would share you with. This was also the reason she loves threesomes.

She loves to have her partner ride her thigh, choking them as she does. She’s down to try a lot of different thing but she will tease you incessantly while doing so if not straight up degrade you if you allowed her. She’s very experimental.

A/N: I love the girls but why can't they have easier names lmao I keep auto correcting to Margery not Margaery.

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(Smut/Drabble) Is It Casual Now? CisF! Reader x Yara Greyjoy

Summary: Y/N, a member of Yara's crew and longtime fling, finds herself struggling to face the reality of the Ironborn serving a Targaryen tyrant, especially after Yara's confession.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST! It's horny but it's sad. Oral sex, f/f, lesbianism (but that's a blessing), angsty sex, sad sex, crying

A/N: YES the title is based off of Casual by Chappell Roan. Every time I listen to it I can't help but imagine something angsty with Yara.

NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT

The boat crashing against the rage of the sea only slammed your hips farther onto Yara's fingers as you struggled to keep yourself upright. Her hips worked some to hold you in place on top of the crate you sat upon, but still you tethered yourself on a rope hanging from the ceiling of the steerage.

Your moans were partially washed out by the creaking of the boat and partially by the way she smothered your lips in her own, and when she groaned back into you, your hand dropped and wrapped around her neck, deepening the kiss in a clash of teeth and tongue.

This wasn't unusual for the two of you. You'd been the only female member of her crew for quite some time, and like any of the men on board, you two preferred to find solace in the arms of a woman. It had never been anything serious, and it had always been something kept mostly private. Yara loved good company, but with a member of her crew could put her authority in jeopardy.

However, there was something unusual about the way Yara's mouth wandered to your neck. There was something entirely unusual about the way that she, rather than a simple bite on the shoulder to stifle her own noises, worked a deliberate mark right at the base of your jaw. In all three years of your little secret, Yara had never made such intentions present.

This new sensation pulled little gasps from you that floated right to Yara's spine, sending a shiver down it, so she continued placing her claim at the base of your throat, in the dip of your neck, under your ear, creating bruises that eventually washed to the other side of your throat as well.

Her fingers pumped ferociously inside of you, carelessly bruising every sweet spot like it was her last moments on this earth. When you cried out against her, she cooed into your ear so sweetly that you couldn't even form the words to tell her to stop (not that you would want to).

"Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?" She whispered into your ear, and you shuddered, letting out a breathy laugh.

"N-no," you said, knowing it was the complete opposite of the truth. It was impossible for you to not to, especially when you knew she could feel the way you pulsed around her fingers, the way you gushed into her palm with every push, and the twitch of your thighs with every gentle curl.

"I don't think so," you murmured, letting a teasing smile slip.

Yara shook her head, chuckling and digging her fingers into a particular spot that had you almost jumping out of your seat. She watched, lips parted as your head fell back against the wall of the ship and your eyes fought not to squeeze shut.

"Your cunt is telling me a different story," she growled. She pressed her hand into your lower stomach, building another toe-curling pressure inside you as she held you in place. She kissed you sweetly after you let out a small cry, then sank to her knees.

You watched as Yara turned her focus to mouth at your clit, the vulnerability in her kneeling not slipping past you. The admiration in her eyes, the intensity of her passion - these things did not go unnoticed, and you felt your eyes begin to water. Tingles worked their way up your shoulder, and your ears rang as she pulled moan after moan from you. Your fingers dug into the crate, and you looked down at her with flushed cheeks.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but every other beat pulled a painful chord in your chest, and Yara could feel the way you began to choke up. Her hand slipped down to rub your thigh affectionately, but you instinctively grabbed it, interlacing your fingers.

Your eyes began to burn and blur as salty tears slipped down your rosy cheeks, and Yara squeezed your hand, watching the way you rested your other hand over your forehead, too mixed up between the climaxing pleasure and your longing heart to stay still.

"Yara," you whimpered out, "I'm, I'm-" But you couldn't get it out. It was all too much, the banging in your chest, the way Yara's fingers opened you up as easily as two flower petals, the way she made out with your sex like it was the love of her life, the way she had made it obvious to anyone who looked at you for the next week what had happened, and how they would know exactly who did it--

-- if you made it to the end of the week.

Tensions were high in all parts of the world, and the recent alliance between the Iron Islands and Daenerys Stormborn had completed changed the basis of the Ironborn way of life, and every member of the fleet in particular was feeling the effects of it.

Being pulled so far away from home, losing friends and family members too far from the sea to even retrieve them, and now you were following the trail of the dead with Yara to meet the queen who had started all of this, who had threatened and reconstructed an ancient way of life.

"What do you mean you don't want to go?" Yara stuttered, looking at you in disbelief. "That's not your decision to make, Y/N."

You stood on the other side of the room, running your hands through your hair. Your fight had echoed through the halls of Pyke until Yara had had enough and pulled you into a private room, but even now, passerby stopped to listen in.

It wasn't that you were a particularly disobedient soldier. You had always trusted Yara with your life, obeyed every command, even if that meant returning to her drenched in blood and void of emotion. She was your Captain, your Queen, and you had promised your life to her.

"Why are you serving her?" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. "She's not even Ironborn, and you've known her for all but a few weeks, and now you've bent the knee?"

"Y/N," Yara stepped forward cautiously, but you waved her off, stepping back. She could feel the heat radiating off of you, feel the anger ripping at the air, threatening the foundation of this offhand non-commitment commitment you had to each other.

"No, Yara!" You exclaimed, "I won't go off to die in the middle of some fucking sea-less dessert for some woman I've never met!"

"She is the Dragon Queen!" Yara argued back, slowly letting her own temper slip from her. "She is the breaker of chains! She will bring no harm to the islands - you know I would not allow that."

You turned to her, eyes burning with rage, and met her face.

"Oh, but you have so willingly sacrificed everything the Ironborn stand for and everything we are for her!" You screamed. Yara stared fiercely down at you, though she did not respond. "And for what? What do we receive in return?"

Still, Yara said nothing. This irritated you even further, so you went further, going so far as to push Yara back. She let you, still quiet.

"You cannot kill another Ironborn, so what, you've taken to dragging us far away and drowning us all in her name?" You hissed. "What has she promised you? Or are you truly just so wound up in some foreign woman's cunt you would erase everything we have worked for?"

You went to push her again, but Yara grabbed on to your wrists. She dragged you forward, bringing you until you were so close you thought she might kiss you if it weren't for the circumstances.

For a long moment, you stared at each other, rage stirring and boiling at the very sight of each other, at the implications you had grown to believe about each other during this fight.

Then, Yara opened her mouth.

Nothing came out at first, simply a few stuttered breaths, then a glance away. And though you had quite a few times before worked Yara up to the point of chosen silence, never had you rendered Yara speechless.

Then, she looked back down at you, and swallowed thickly. Her expression had changed, twisted into a much more somber one.

"If I die out there," she whispered, "I cannot die without you."

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Daenerys Targaryen -- "The rightful heir." (part 3)

Daenerys Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: Tiryon Lannister asks his queen for a favor: to help his missing nephew in a questionable way and just as his sister; Cercei proclaims the iron throne. The favor is to save his nephew and create a union between the heir of the House Baratheon and the mother of dragons.

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NOTE: If you see any spelling mistake im sorry, english is not my first lenguage and i try to do it the best possible.

Daenery's POV

Last night's talk with Y/n has never left my mind, every time I close my eyes the image of a broken boy both physically and emotionally comes to me. The way he spoke, moved and acted towards his mother is heartbreaking to me.

I never had the opportunity to be a mother to my little one, I was never able to hold him in my arms and enjoy him with his father Khal Drogo. But I do know that I would never, never have allowed anything to happen to my son, much less inflict that pain on him myself.

I am like this with my dragons, they are the only children I will have and I love them with all my heart. I couldn't bear that something bad happened to any of them and even less if it was my fault.

So I can't understand how Cercei, as a mother, has been able to be so cruel to her own child and leave so much to be desired as a healthy mother figure.

But what torments me the most is remembering his look when he told me about the promise and the reason why he can't marry me. It's not that I was looking forward to marrying him, but I accepted the proposal because it would help me reach the throne sooner and avoid many deaths thanks to that union.

And I have to admit that Y/n is a handsome man. It is something that I cannot deny, even when he is beaten, a little underweight and injured, the beauty of his face can be appreciated. Especially his incredible eyes and the combination of green and brown in those eyes.

Besides that by education, he has clearly received a good education and from what little I have seen, he has good manners. Therefore, he would not be the worst husband, after all; my own brother sold me to marry Drogo at first.

So getting married even if it's just a formality to get to the throne, with someone who speaks my language and who I know rape is not part of their culture, is not the worst thing that could happen to me.

But after seeing the pain and longing in his eyes, when he has spoken of his beloved. I understand you can't get married and have turned down the offer.

Anyway, right now I have other things to worry about more important and urgent than a denied marriage.

Right now I find myself looking out the window at the sea, from the map room and listening to the people behind me talking to each other.

Yara: If you want the throne, take it.- I listen as she tells me directly, so I turn to look at her. -We have an army, a fleet and three dragons. We can attack King's Landing now, with force, with everything we have. - she says with some anger in his voice. -The city will fall in one day.- she assures all those present.

Tyrion: If we free the dragons, tens of thousands of people will die in the fires.- he reminds her wisely.

Ellaria: It's a war.- she exclaims as if it were an excuse for the deaths. –If you have no stomach for it, then run to hide. - she says seriously.

Tyrion: I know how you fight wars. Here we do not poison girls.- He reproaches her with a certain resentment. -Myrcella was innocent.- he assures her and I can hear some pain in his voice.

Ellaria: She was a Lannister.- She excuses herself. -There are no innocent Lannisters. My greatest regret is that Oberyn died fighting for you.- she reproaches him with venom in her voice.

Daenerys: Enough is enough.- I ordered fed up with their attitudes. -Lord Tyrion is the hand of the queen and you will treat him with respect.- I remind her seriously. -I have not come to reign over ashes.- I clarify referring to the main conversation.

Olenna: I'm very glad to hear that.- The old lady sitting in front of me assures me. -Although, the truth is that I do not remember any queen more loved than my dear granddaughter. The populace adored her, the nobles adored her. And what's left of her now? - asks without any emotion. -Ashes. Commoners, nobles: they are but children, really. They will not obey you if they do not fear you.- she assures me with sincerity.

Daenerys: I thank you very much, Lady Olenna, for your advice; I thank you all.- I tell her sincerely. -But you have decided to follow me, I will not attack King's Landing; we will not attack King's Landing.- I clarify with all the seriousness in the world.

Olenna: And how do you plan to take the Iron Throne? Asking her please? - she asks me ironically and I look at my hand before saying anything.

Daenerys: I will lay siege to the capital, I will surround the city on all sides.- I tell them my plan. -Cercei will have the throne, but not food for her hosts or for her people.- I explain.

Tyrion: But we won't use Dothrakis or Immakulates.- he explains starting to move. -Cercei will try to recruit the lords of the west by appealing to their loyalty, their love for their country. If we besiege the city with foreigners, we agree with her; our army must be from the west.- He finishes explaining the reason for their presence.

Ellaria: And we will contribute to the Westeros.- she points out.

Tyrion: That's right.- He agrees. -Lady Greyjoy will escort you to Sunspear and her iron fleet will transfer the Dornish army to King's Landing.- he tells as he moves the pieces on the map. -The Dornishmen will besiege the capital together with the host of Tyrell. Two great kingdoms united against Cercei.- He finishes explaining the plan.

Olenna: So your infallible plan is to use our armies.- she denies almost imperceptibly. -Forgive the question, but why did you bother to bring yours? - she asks with a certain arrogance.

Tyrion: The unsullied will have another objective.- he explains, moving a token on the map. -For decades the Lannisters have been the true power of Westeros. The seat of that power resides in Roca Casterley.- He tells and looks at me. -Grey Worm and the Unsullied will sail there and take it.- He ends up throwing the lion piece with the one from the Unsullied's helmet.

Olenna: And that is the complete plan? - asks with interest and some curiosity.

I look at my hand, watching him take a deep breath and looking at me for confirmation. Before the meeting started, I told him about the end of my talk with his nephew and about his support for my coronation.

Tyrion: It's not everything.- He denies with a sigh walking towards where King's Landing is on the map. -Nothing shows more the end of a reign, than your own son and rightful heir to the throne; supporting another queen and not thier own mother.- account creating expectation and intrigue in the room.

Ellaria: What do you mean by that? - she asks leaning forward, a clear sign of her interest and curiosity.

Tyrion: My nephew Y/n Baratheon, heir to the Iron throne, is in this castle and supports Daenerys's ascension to the throne.- he answers without hesitation. -There is nothing that demonstrates the end of Cercei's mandate more than that her own son being on the opposite side and demands the throne for Daenerys.- He finishes telling and I can see the astonishment on the faces of all those present.

But there is something different in Lady Olenna's face, I couldn't point out what feelings the news provokes and the reason for those feelings. What I can say is that a certain brightness has appeared in her eyes and I can't understand why.

Olenna: Y/n is here? - she asks directly to my hand and it nods. -I want to see him and talk to him right away.- she orders seriously.

Daenerys: Right now he is not completely available, he arrived very late last night and he needs to recover from the trip.- I answer seriously.

Olenna: I demand to see him and talk to him.- She orders again, getting up from her chair.

My gaze goes to my hand, which is looking at the old woman with sadness and something akin to understanding. There is something that Tyrion knows and I don't, and I do not like that.

Tyrion: I'll accompany you to your rooms so you can talk in private and calmly.- he tells her with a sigh, walking towards her and looking at me for a few seconds over his shoulder.

I watch as they disappear from the room, leaving the place completely silent and feeling an iota of annoyance inside me.

If I say no, it means no and Tyrion is nobody to override my decisions. I understand that it is his nephew, but his nephew is on my property and is not here to receive any kind of visits.

POV You

Tonight I had the opportunity to sleep a bit, although the nightmares kept coming back and I ended up waking up drenched in sweat. But the good thing is that at least I was able to sleep a couple of hours.

I stop looking out the window of my room, when I hear a knock on the door and look at the door alert. I swallow hard, allowing them into the room and watching my uncle enter.

Tyrion: How did you spend the night? - He asks me as soon as he enters the room.

Y/n: I've been able to sleep a bit.- I reply, turning my eyes towards the sea.

Tyrion: I'm glad to hear that.- I listen as he says from behind me. -But there is someone who wants to talk to you and I want to make sure that you agree to let her go to your rooms.- he informs me and I turn to see him confused.

Y/n: As long as it's not my mother.- I answer with some irony and some hidden fear.

Tyrion: If it were your mother, I'd already be dead.- He laughs, opening the door and waving to someone. -I'll leave you alone so you can talk in peace.- he says and as soon as I see the person who enters I stand completely straight.

Y/n: Lady Olenna.- I whisper somewhat incredulous at her presence.

Olenna: Dear Y/n, what have they done to you? - she asks in a whisper, approaching me and seeing the blows on my face; and the thinness of my body.

Y/n: You already meet my mother.- I answer with some venom.

Olenna: Of course I do, but I never imagined that she would do something like that to you.- She points to my face and I immediately realize my manners.

Y/n: How rude of me.- I say approaching to help her. -Would you like to sit down and have a glass of wine?- I asked, bringing her closer to the table.

Olenna: You know I never turn down an offer like that.- she comments with a certain humor, sitting down in one of the chairs next to the table and me facing me; while I serve the wine. -How are you dear? - she asks me after a few minutes in silence.

Y/n: I guess as good as I can be.- I answer with a guilty sigh. -After all, I'm alive.- I pursed my lips with some poison.

Olenna: That's good dear.- tries to cheer me up but I deny.

Y/n: I should be dead, me and not her or my brother.- I say sincerely, looking at my hands and avoiding her gaze at all costs.

Olenna: Don't say that. Y/n, Margaery would be happy if you're still alive and safe away from your mother.- she tries to comfort me.

Y/n: It's not true, I'm to blame for everything and I'm the one who should be dead.- I say honestly, feeling the itching in my eyes and the pain in my chest.

Olenna: That is not so, if there is someone who should be blamed and judged, it is your mother.- try to make me see; but I just shake my head.

Y/n: It's my fault, because if I had risen to the throne at the time, nothing that has happened since our return from Winterfell would have happened.- I deny feeling all the guilt inside me.

Olenna: No, it's not your fault and you have to stop beating yourself up for it.- She denies grabbing my hand. -Your mother is a manipulator and she is the only one who is to blame for everything that has happened. From the death of Edward Stark to that of my grandchildren and your lover.- She assures me and I look at her with shame.

Y/n: Did you know? - I ask with some embarrassment, since the last few months she was married to my brother and we were still having relationships.

Olenna: I would have to be very blind not to know.- She tells me with a smile, letting me know that she doesn't mind. -I just had to see how Margaery shone when she was by your side or talking about you and believe me when I tell you that I was happy for her.- She assures me sincerely with a sad smile.

Y/n: So the relationship i had with your granddaughter doesn't bother you? - I ask a little more calmly.

Olenna: Not at all dear.- she shakes his head. -She was happy with you, either in secret and behind closed doors. And I was happy that she was, so it gave me security to leave knowing that you would be by her side.- she comments and I look at her with sadness and guilt.

Y/n: And even so I couldn't do anything to save her.- I sighed feeling the first tear slide down my cheek.

Olenna: You saved her in more than one way dear.- she promises me. -She was happy with you, she felt safe and complete when you were together. To be honest, I would have given anything for you to have sat on the throne and married her, instead of being the lover.- She sighs with some sorrow.

Y/n: You know what's funny? - I ask ironically. -That before Tommen was named king, I promised Margaery that I would proclaim the throne and that I would marry her and her alone. So that way we could be together publicly and not keep hiding. - I tell her with a small sarcastic laugh. -And look where we are now.- I mumble with venom.

Olenna: And I'm sure you did what you could to get it.- she tells me with confidence. -But you are old enough to know that not everything goes as we want and there are times in life when dreams are just that: dreams.- she explains with sincerity and evident experience.

Y/n: I know, but that won't stop me from keeping my promise and I'll stay true to your granddaughter until the day I die.- I say with all the confidence in the world, looking into her eyes and trying to make her see my sincerity .

Olenna: And what will happen the day you fall in love again? - She asks me with some curiosity.

Y/n: It won't happen.- I deny immediately.

Olenna: But what if it happens? If you meet a great woman and end up falling in love with her? - she asks with a sigh.

Y/n: Nothing, because I will keep my promise and be faithful to Margaery; just as we talked about it.- I stand with my answer.

Olenna: And do you think my granddaughter would agree with that? - She asks me raising a eyebrow. -Because let me tell you that she wouldn't be happy, knowing that you can rebuild your life and you're not going to do it just because of a promise you made to her.- She assures me with a frown.

Y/n: That promise is the only thing I have left from Margaery.- I whisper feeling my heart beat painfully.

Olenna: Your memories with her are what you have left, don't tie yourself to a promise where you will suffer and my granddaughter will also see how you refuse to love again.- she tells me with an affectionate voice. -Margaery would have wanted you to love again, to fall in love again and be able to enjoy the experience. She would have wanted you to get married and have children, because you deserve it dear.- She assures me and I can't help but smile at my happy memories with her.

Y/n: And how are you so sure of it, how do you know that she wouldn't mind if I rebuilt my life? - I ask her, really needing an answer.

Olenna: Because she loved you and you always wish the best to those people you've loved.- She answers me with an affectionate smile.

Y/n: I loved her too.- I assure her looking towards the ceiling so as not to cry.

Olenna: I know dear, I know.- She tries to comfort me. -And she knew it too, so don't stay in the past and give yourself the freedom to feel love again for someone other than your family.- she whispers and releases my hand, taking off a gold ring from her finger. -I think this should be yours.- she gives me the ring of the rose and I stare at it with teary eyes.

Y/n: How did you get it? - I ask caressing the rose with my thumb.

Olenna: I had it when she died and I think it belongs more to you than to me.- she answers me and I smiled, when I remember the first time I saw the ring and on whose hand.

Y/n: I still remember how beautiful she looked the day I met her, she was wearing that light blue dress with sleeves and she only had the upper part of her hair tied back.- I tell her looking at the ring. -I remember the touch and warmth of her hand in contrast to the one with the ring, when she introduced herself to me and I kissed her hand.- I remember now feeling only the coldness of the gold of the ring.

Olenna: And that's why I'm giving you the ring.- She explains with a loving smile. -Besides, I'm sure she would have wanted it that way.- she nods, pointing to the ring.

Y/n: Thank you very much Lady Olenna.- I sincerely thank you.

Olenna: It's nothing, boy.- she denies, dismissing it as unimportant. -But now I have to go, since I have to go to the upper garden and help Queen Daenerys to defeat your mother.- she says, carefully getting up from her chair.

Y/n: It has been a pleasure to speak with you again Lady Olenna.- I assure her walking with her towards the door of my bedroom.

Olenna: I can say the same dear.- she tells me with a smile. -We'll see each other again soon and we'll make sure to do justice to my granddaughter.- she nods confidently.

Y/n: We'll do it for her.- I nod watching as she disappears behind the door.

I'm left alone in the room again, but this time with less weight on my shoulders and something physical to tie Margaery to. I look at the ring in the palm of my hand with a sad smile, bringing it closer to my lips and leaving a light kiss on the rose.

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A week had passed since my conversation with Olenna and I can say that she had been very helpful. I no longer felt the remorse I had at first and the guilt was not so great.

With each night, I was able to sleep a couple more hours and I could begin to see my body gradually return to its original physical form. Two days after the conversation, the queen allowed me to start moving around the castle and revoked the order of complete rest.

Which has made the following days more entertaining, since now I spend the day exploring the castle and its surroundings. While at night, I talk to the queen and that allows us to get to know each other better.

Which is great, because even though I trusted my uncle; I don't personally know Daenerys and I need to know that she is really worthy of the throne.

But there is something that I have been doing for a couple of days and that absolutely nobody knows. Three days ago from today, I went out to the cliff behind the castle after eating and sat looking at the sea thinking about everything that had happened lately.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize someone had joined me on the cliff and stood behind me. I only realized when I started to feel hot air on my back and when I turned around there it was.

The cream-colored dragon with orange, red and gold details staring at me just inches away. I have to admit that I almost fell off the cliff because of the fright, but after a few moments I was able to calm down and I was watching the dragon.

At no time did I move, since I did not want to alert him and have him attack me. So I let him move and put his nose in my hand sniffing me. When I saw that it was safe, i started stroking his face as best I could.

And that's what I've been doing for three days. And what I'm doing right now.

Right now I am sitting on the grass, with my back against the dragon's neck and caressing the side of his face next to me.

Y/n: Do you think this war will turn out well? - I ask the dragon, even knowing that he is not going to answer me and I am surprised when I receive a noise from him. -I only hope that my mother is not stupid and gives up.- I sigh, closing my eyes for a few moments, to enjoy the silence and the light breeze hitting my face.

Denerys: So this is where you've been running to after eating.- I hear her voice and widen my eyes completely surprised by her presence.

Y/n: Only the last few days.- I admit a bit embarrassed, since the dragons are theirs and here I am practically lying on one.

Denerys: I'm surprised that Viserion is so comfortable with you.- she comments walking towards us and stopping in front of the dragon's head. -Although the reality is that he is the most calm, affectionate and trusting of his brothers.- she tells me caressing his nose.

Y/n: I didn't want to bother you.- I apologize getting up from the ground immediately.

Denerys: You don't bother me, on the contrary.- she tries to reassure me. -If Viserion is so comfortable with you, it means that you can be trusted and I don't have to distrust you.- She assures me with a small smile and I can't help but notice how beautiful she is.

Y/n: The truth is that it wasn't planned.- I admit, looking away from her smile. -I came here to see the sea and by the time I realized he was behind me.- I explain and she nods slowly.

Denerys: And have you met his brothers? – she ask curiously and I simply deny. -Come.- I gave in and begin to walk around the place behind her.

I just follow her and watch how the wind gently moves her hair. We walked not much more than two minutes, when I look in front of me and stop walking abruptly.

In front of me are two more dragons, a green one the same size as Viserion and a black one even bigger and darker.

I swallow hard as they both look over at us and immediately growl at me as they walk over to me. Somewhat scared I take two steps back, bumping into something and turning to see the face of the cream dragon behind me.

I look forward again, when I hear growls again and this time even closer. I swallow hard, beginning to pray in my mind and wish my death isn't painful.

But I am surprised, when the dragon behind me steps forward, placing me between his front legs and growls back at his brothers. I open my eyes in shock, staring at the completely surprised face of the queen and mother of dragons.

Daenerys: The biggest one is Drogo, I called him that in honor of my late husband and the green one is called Rhaegal who together with Viserion were called in honor of my brothers.- she informs me standing in front of the biggest one and raising her hand in the air silencing it.

Y/n: I think they don't like me very much.- I comment taking a step forward and leaving my hidding between the dragon's legs.

Daenerys: They are not usually very friendly with strangers, but if Viserion likes you; sooner or later they will accept you and stop being so aggressive with you so to speak.- she assures me with a charming smile full of emotion.

Y/n: If they don't eat me before.- I murmur and listen to how she laughs at my comment.

Daenerys: Don't worry, I won't let them eat you.- she assures me with a certain humor.

Y/n: That calms me down a lot.- I say with some irony and fun.

Daenerys: We expect a visit soon.- she informs me while caressing the nose of the reddish black dragon. -And I want you to be present in the throne room with me.- she asks me and I nod with a smile.

Y/n: I would love it.- I accept and see how a smile adorns her face and a certain reddish color appears on her cheeks, but I don't give it any importance.

Daenerys: Then let's get going to the castle.- she tells me walking towards me and threading her arm with mine. -Besides, from what your uncle told me, you already know our guest.- she tells me as we start to walk and I get curious.

Y/n: And can I know who it is? - I ask with obvious curiosity, causing her to laugh and squeeze my forearm in response.

Daenerys: No, you'll have to wait and see with your own eyes.- she replies amused, because of the slight pout I put on her answer.

I just shake my head, continuing our walk to the castle and the throne room. A room that I haven't entered yet, because it gives me respect and I didn't want to cross any line by entering it. But now I can only think of who the guest could be, who I know would come to Dragonstone and support Queen Daenerys against my mother.

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