#alpha daenerys

[howyouloveyourdragon]

could you maybe do some yandere alpha daenerys x brat omega reader please with some NSFW please as i see you havent writen for her yet.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘 : 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 (𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔶)

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔡𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔫𝔣𝔰𝔴, 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢 ) 𝖕.𝖘 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔰k 𝔦 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 against the back of your thigh and glared at the man opposite her. You had been in her care since she was married to the Khal and she did not intend to give you up. You sighed loudly beside her and fidgeted irritably. She grit her teeth and squeezed your thigh. "With all respect," She began, voice clear and commanding. "I already have a betrothed." The man scoffed and Tyrion nudged her. "You will have to marry someday," He hisses. "And to pass your children a throne you need to have one. This is a family that can offer you ships and legions worth of weaponry." Daenerys glared down at him. "And just as I told him, I am to marry someone far superior." Tyrion tried not to let his aggression get the better of him. "Who?" He demanded. She pushed you toward him and raised her brows. His own furrowed. "A wo-?" "An omega." She spat to which his face raised in surprise and horror intermingled. "But one has not been seen–" "Until now as was prophesied. I am the prince that was promised I assure you that she belongs to me." Her tone had turned dark and shot tendrils of madness from her lips. He backed down and gave a grave glance to his fellow lords. Jon shared a nervous glance with his sisters before looking back down. Daenerys' alpha stature held strong over their heads as she reminded them. Her face turned to look at you, narrowing her eyes at your distasteful expression. Your lips pouted and curled while you slouched improperly in your dutiful seat beside her though she stood.

"Cersei has–" Daenerys' gaze cut back onto him. "I am the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and I will not have myself sold for alliances so easily made. I have garnered my soldiers with respect and strength. I will not sacrifice myself to such slander." Without any other backlash she dismissed them and turned her harsh eyes onto her beloved. "What were you thinking?" She asked calmly, annoyance seeping through only lightly. You were always so good for her, why were you acting out? She ran her fingers over your arm as she lowered into a seat and tugged you onto her lap despite the resistance. You huffed. Daenerys' eyes flashed to look at you carefully. She wrapped a tight enclosed fist around your hair, triggering a low whine. "Answer me." She demanded, rocking your head gently back and forth. "What," Her breath fanned over you. "were you thinking about?" "You." You finally answered in shaky breaths, a moan dropping from your lips when she leant closer. She began to smirk in pride. "What about me?" She mocked, voice raising to a teasingly high pitch. Her fingers dipped under your dress, dragging another moan from you. "Always my perfect girl, huh? What happened to my good omega, still made for me?" Her index rolled slow circles over your clit–too slow. She halted abruptly when your voice was starting to sound helpless. "Answer your Queen." She commanded harshly, delivering a resounding slap to your cunt. An excited whimper came from you as you closed your eyes. "Was thinking about you taking me like you told me," You're cut off by your own whines as she begins to roll your clit between her fingers. "Good girl...go on." She utters in quiet praise. "Keep telling me what'll happen but never do." Your groan is emitted as she stops once more and raises the same hand to slap against your face. "Look at me." She demands, regal presence permeating. You shake your head only for her to slap you again, careful not to hit too hard. When you obey, she clasps your jaw and stares into your eyes. "You want to be my whore do you? My silly little whore. I am here offering marriage, wealth, titles and all your stupid little brat brain can comprehend is the fucking I'm going to give you. You just want to carry my heirs don't you?" She scoffs meanly and ignores your cry for attention. Her grip on your hair strengthens. She bobs your head back and forth through the air.

"Please." You moan. Her fingers dance along your lower stomach. "Only obedient girls get rewarded. The longer this war goes on, the longer you wait so be good and stop pushing me." To emphasise her point she delivers a blow to your hip and pushes you abruptly to kneel before her. She moans once your face is pressed snug against her heat. "Tongue." Daenerys ruts across your face, holding in the gasp when your nose makes contact with her clit. Your tongue is desperate as it flicks into her cunt. She throbs against you Daenerys refuses to relinquish her hold entangled in your hair even when yelp at a pull too hard, she only berates you. "Don't even know what you want do you?" She mocks, pushing your face even closer. Her hand reluctantly lets go as she wraps her thighs around your head and pushes against you. "Acting like a whore rather than my wife." She tuts, a low growl of pleasure escaping narrowly. Your tongue roams her and you're suddenly brought back to the evening before, how her hand played and teased you under the table until you were whining and begging her for more but as always, she didn't take kindly to insolence. The loud slaps that struck your behind as she drove your face into the pillows. Vibrations shot through Daenerys' clit as a moan escaped from you unwillingly at the memory. She pulls you from her once she's found satisfied and snickers at your dilated wanton gaze. She wipes a gentle thumb against your wet lips.

"Have you learned your lesson, wife?" She says it with a strong domineer. Your Queen holds your chin in her hand and stares through you as though anticipating your next words. A sense of desire rolls through you in a never-ending loop. The memory of the night before rears its magnificent head. It urges your next words.

"Make me, your grace." The mocking tilts a smirk to her mouth.

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[springdandelixn]

The Yellow Shirt

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42759351

Alpha!Jorah x Omega!Daenerys

Summary: Jorah searches their chambers for his favorite yellow shirt only to find it somewhere unexpected.

Warnings: nothing really. All fluff

As always, your comments and likes are highly appreciated though re-blogging would help my story flourish better. I hope you guys enjoy this little piece! 💛

He cannot find it. 

Jorah has searched almost everywhere in his chambers for his favored shirt, the yellow tunic he’s worn since his time at the red waste which has brought him good fortune since then. 

He’s looked in the chest sitting at the foot of the bed and it surprises him even further that more of his clothes have gone missing. 

He growls low in frustration at the thought of a thief entering his chambers, the chambers he shares with his queen yet it baffles him just the same for he’s not scented anyone in the room, other than him and Daenerys. But a beta could be the culprit and he makes a mental note to consult Grey Worm about adding guards in the castle. 

If a thief truly is among them, and they’ve got plans to hurt his queen, his omega, then he shall have no choice but to bestow upon them a just punishment. 

“Ser Jorah,” Reynald, his squire, calls behind the door and he slips on the shirt he’s slept in that night and opens the wooden barrier to meet the boy. “Our queen requests your presence in the throne room.” He says politely, eyes cast down to the floor. “She’s to entertain the smallfolk's request for an audience.”

“I shall be there soon.” He simply says and closes the door as his squire leaves. 

This shall make do. He says to himself, looking down at his nightshirt and tying the strings closed before putting on his armor and fastening the gold cloak on his shoulders. The dilemma of the unknown thief shall be dealt with later. 

As he picks up Heartsbane and ties it around his hip, his eyes catch sight of a pile at the other side of the bed, pillows and a fur quilt nestled at the corner that his eyes open wide when he sees his clothes strewn on the ground. 

“Seven hells!” He grunts and walks towards the small mound but stops when he’s hit by the scent of Daenerys. He observes the burrow and tries to remember what it could mean when the corners of his mouth lift, his knees bending to a crouch, picking up an article of clothing and pressing it against his nose. 

Could she be nesting? He thinks and the feeling slowly warms his heart at the possibility of it. 

“Seven hells.”

 -

 “A share of our harvest, my queen.” Jorah watches from Daenerys’ side as the elderly man bends his knee at the steps of the throne, laying down a basket of crops and a sack of grain on the pavement. “For your table.”

“Thank you,” Daenerys says with a genuine smile and Jorah nods his head at the servants waiting at the side, the women taking the gifts and stowing them away in the kitchen. 

He listens to what the man is saying, thanking their queen for her guidance and generosity that has made his crops prosperous in the year. How he wanted to give back to the person that has saved the city and he cannot help but smile and be proud of the changes she’s done to the capital.

Another, a woman, with two boys, one a child and the other older, steps forward. They’re of age to present and Jorah’s nose flairs when he senses one of them to be an alpha. The three of them bowed in respect before laying down what looks to be a small chest of children’s toys. 

“My sons have taken a liking to carve, your grace.” The woman speaks. “And they’ve made you these pieces for the future heir of the throne.” Her eyes then land on him, a smile on her lips, and Jorah fights the urge to look at her in shock, choosing to nod instead in acknowledgment. 

“Will you take them closer?” Daenerys asks and by instinct, Jorah steps closer to her, his hand resting on the back of the iron throne as the boys climb the steps.

“Only the younger one.” Jorah intones strongly and the woman nods at his words, pulling back her older son and urging for the younger to bring her their gift. 

He senses Daenerys looking up at him but he keeps his eyes trained on the boy as he lays down the box at her feet. He observes the gifts, his eyes blinking in wonder at the craftsmanship of the wooden toys and a soft smile graces his lips as he recalls his time as a lad, sneaking firewood up his chambers to practice his skills with the knife. 

“They are beautiful.” His queen says and the boy smile when she touches his cheek, seeming affectionate to the child. “Send these immediately to my chambers.” She instructs and the servants appear once more, taking the chest away. 

The audience leaves and she calls for the second set to come forward when Jorah notices Daenerys fiddling with a cloth on her lap, the color striking and familiar to him that he cannot miss it. 

His shirt! The one he’s been looking for since the morning. And realization slowly hits him when he sees her lift the fabric to her cheek, nuzzling against it before setting down at her side yet keeping a grip on it as she greets the row of her subjects that bow at the foot of the throne. 

His speculations could be true but it would be a while til he confirms it as another man stands forward and says praises to his queen, Jorah keeping closing and eyeing the yellow fabric on the seat.

 -

 It’s midday when they finish, Jorah immediately stands by Daenerys’ side when she stands from the throne, her hand caressing her backside possibly from the ache of sitting still for long periods. He rests a hand on the small of her back and pulls her into an embrace when the doors of the throne room close. 

“I shall request more cushions for the throne.” He says and Daenerys releases a small laugh as she rests her cheek against his chest plate. 

“I’m fine, my bear.” She hums. 

“Omega.” He rarely uses this name as it toes the line of her leadership in the kingdom and his authority over her. But he has to know the truth and Daenerys has always been stubborn despite her devotion to him. “I ask that you tell me the truth.” He says softly and smiles when Daenerys nods at his request, his hand reaching up to cup her face, his gloved thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. “I saw my clothes at the side of the bed and they smelled strongly of you.”

He sees her eyes grow wide and he keeps his hold on her cheek, not wanting her to look away when she answers him. 

“Are you nesting, my love?” He asks. “Are you with child?”

Her eyes cast down briefly before she raises them to meet his once more, a tinge of pink scattering at her cheeks as she says, “Samwell confirmed it last night while you were patrolling the castle.” Her eyes grow wide and she pulls her face away only to rest her cheek once more against his chest plate. “I couldn’t sleep. Something felt wrong and I asked Samwell for an elixir to help. But he asked when my blood last came and he examined me.” 

“And?” 

“I’ve been with child for two moons.” He hears her smile and Jorah leans down to wrap his arms around his omega, loving the way Daenerys sighs as she buries her face in the crook of his neck. “I wanted to tell you when you came back but Missandei woke me up and you were asleep.” 

Oh, how elated Jorah feels. A child! He’s to be a father after such a long time. To have a child with the woman he loves, the woman he’s devoted to and he can’t wait to see her grow round and plump, to caress the babe within her womb and protect it, them, from any harm. 

“Are you happy?” Daenerys whispers against his neck and Jorah presses a kiss on the junction between her shoulder and neck, where his mark sits for all to see and witness that she is his is enough of an answer he gives. 

 -

 He watches Daenerys peruse the gifts she’s received for the day, her hands running through fabrics and a dress made by a seamstress in the city that she presses against her frame with a smile. 

He takes off his boots and his armor, sitting them at the table at the side of their chambers and draping his cloak on the chair where he sets down Heartsbane and leaving himself with his nightshirt and breeches. 

As he makes to climb into bed, tired from the activities of the day, his eyes catch wind of Daenerys holding out the fabric from earlier to him and he lets out a hearty chuckle before taking it from her hold and pressing it against his chest. 

The joy on her face is enough to warrant him a wide smile, handing her back the cloth and watching her set it on the nest she’s fixing at the side of her bed. 

“Do you plan on sleeping there tonight, my love?” He asks. 

And Daenerys gives him a knowing look as she settles herself on the ground cushioned by the quilt and one of his pillows. “Do you not plan to sleep here, my bear?” She inquires back. 

Jorah laughs once more, moving the bed aside to give himself room, blowing out the candles in their chambers before joining her in the nest, his arms wrapping around her frame as she covers them in the quilt and nuzzles her face against his chest. 

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[sweeterthansammy]

ONLY YOU - JON SNOW

Summary: After being accused of wanting another woman instead of you, he makes it his mission to let you know that he wants you…and only you.

Warnings: This is all over the place but it makes sense in my head :D. Completely made up the last name for the sake of the fic. Now for real warnings - One (1) quickie, unprotected sex (be smart y’all), vaginal penetration, fingering, oral (female receiving), face-sitting., love-making ig, overstimulation, basically porn, very light touch of breeding, one (1) use of the word ‘whore’, marriage (yes that is a fucking warning but it’s not that complicated in this fic), feelings (ew), mild language, cheating accusations, mentions of not being able to conceive, one (1) very brief mention of Jon crying (yes this is also a warning)

A/N: Hello my darlings! My laptop is still being repaired so please bear with my shitty typing as well as possible typos. I just recently started watching GOT and I HAD to jump on the opportunity the second I laid my eyes on Jon…… considering that I’m only a few episodes in, I did not follow anything too canon considering that I don’t want the details to be too off.

Word count: 4.2k+ (this is the most I’ve written in forever LMAO)

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Daenerys Targaryen. The most wanted woman of all in any of the kingdoms. She was undoubtedly envied by many, you included. You were a very close runner-up, but it didn’t help much considering your family’s constant comparisons between you and the younger girl.

You were nearing twenty-one and you had yet to be set for marriage, your parents frowning upon the idea that you wanted different things in life. Sure it might be nice to carry on your family’s legacy and become the heir, being their oldest of seven girls, but it wouldn’t be all that nice when you’d get threatened by others to give up your title as queen.

You’d met Jon when your parents had gone over to the Stark residence for a ceremonial dinner. He’d been out front, swording away at a dummy. You removed the flask from the garter that sat under your dress, sipping the bitter whiskey. You’d leaned yourself up against the wall, eyeing the dark-haired alpha as he blabbered away to his uncle Benjen.

He stole several glances, his tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek when he realized your gown parted more and more to allow some air under the fabric.

“I shall go with you when you leave, Uncle Benjen. My father will say yes - ask him!”

Trying your best to not eavesdrop much more, you began to wander off. His uncle couldn’t stop the perverse words that fell from his tongue. You glanced over your shoulder, shooting the older male a wink, careful as to not show too much of your face as he’d only seen your silhouette. He took off, heading into the castle to rejoice with his brother and several lords, leaving you in the presence of the young man.

“Tisn’t quite the scene for a lady. You should be inside with everyone else.”

“Nor is it the scene for the son of a lor-“

“Lady Stark requested that I didn’t join them for the dinner.”

“Oh, right. Jon Snow, is it? The bastard?”

You finally turned to face him, his eyes widening in their sockets.

“Honorable Y/N Burke. You shan’t be in the presence of an unwed man, young lady.”

“There are many things that I ‘shan’t’ do,” you mimicked air quotes. “But, you’ll find very soon, bastard, that I don’t care much about the things that I shan’t do.”

He eyed you for a moment longer, his sword firm at his side. You had yet to conceal your flask, offering him a sip before taking one of your own.

You watched as his eyes glanced over the way your lips encircled the opening, a drop of the liquid dribbling down the side of your mouth before your finger swiped at it, sucking the digit into your mouth.

Then he lost it.

He pounced on you in just a matter of seconds, groaning as your tongue mingled with his. The exchange of tastes - the whiskey warm with a mix of whatever sweetness you’d treated yourself to beforehand, and his bare whiskey. You could almost taste his musk but it must’ve only been the way his scent overstimulated each of your senses.

His hands, which had made themselves up to your face, dropped to your waist, pulling your lower halves together as he felt up on your body.

“Goodness- we can’t get caught, Snow.”

Your breath picked up into heavy pants, his fingers dipping into your undergarments as he swallowed all of your moans.

“Just be quiet, darling, and they won’t know a thing.”

He teased your clit with a grin plastered to his face. He yanked your underpants down, mimicking the move with his own clothing.

“Jon-“

“Sh, sweetheart-“

He hoisted you into his arms, not hesitating to plow himself into you. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to fight each moan from leaving your mouth. A high-pitched squeal sounded from your throat as his hand accompanied his rather vulgar pace.

“Fuck-“

“Remember what I told you, sweetheart,” he grunted into your ear.

His arm circled itself around your waist, stabilizing your squirming figure. His head tipped back, a groan sounding from his throat before his forehead met yours.

“Jon, fu-“

Before you could finish your statement, you felt the pulsating of his cock, his seed dribbling down your legs. He fucked you through his high, dropping his thumb to your cunt so you’d finally come around his cock. Your body shuddered as your climax hit you, your hands clutching onto him for dear life.

He pulled his garments back up once he’d placed you on the makeshift railing. You remained silent for just a bit longer until you broke said silence.

“Look, Jon- Lord…Snow, I’ve heard of your desire to leave this land and become a Night Watcher. I just….”

For once you had not much to say despite wanting to spew so much out.

“I know of your oath and the things you must accede to.”

“What are you getting at, Hon Burke?”

“If…if I am to carry your child, and I know the chances are slim because it’s only been once-“

“As you said, it’s only been one time. Don’t speak nonsense. This never happened. Are we clear?”

“But-“

He turned to you, helping you redress yourself with a sigh. He couldn’t miss the way your demeanor faltered just a tad, his own softening drastically.

“It’d be in both of our best interests to pretend that this never happened, sweetheart.”

And so you did as he said.

Despite wanting oh so badly to miss your menstrual cycle that month, it’d worked out for the best - you’d told yourself. You’d only known the lad for a few minutes tops but he remained on your mind for years following.

Upon his leave, you were devastated. Watching with teary eyes as the man you knew you wanted so much more with was leaving. Your mother watched as you quickly wiped a tear from under your eye, sniffling quietly.

Two years down the line, it was nearly impossible to avoid the fact that you’d have to step up and become queen rather soon.

“Mother, I am not stepping into that role until I get a proper proposal!”

“You’re too picky, Y/N! We’ve been waiting - for years, we’ve been waiting. You’ve gotten thirty proposals, all of which you’d turned down for the darndest reasons!”

“I’m not picky! I am awaiting someone that will settle for more than what the stupidity of this society offers. My king-“

“Has arrived.”

That voice. His voice.

Immediate tears were brought to your eyes as you found Jon standing in your doorway.

“J- Sir Jon Snow. Am I dreaming?”

“No, m��lady. ‘Tis truly I.”

You resisted every fiber in your body that urged you to jump into his arms and snog him right in front of your mother.

“Lady Burke,” he bowed.

Your mother offered a tight-lipped smile before leaving the pair of you to catch up.

“I didn’t think I’d see you for another ten years.”

Your smaller arms pulled his body into yours, embracing his warmth despite his cool armor.

“Jon,” you hummed, nuzzling yourself further into him.

“Y/N,” he copied your actions, smoothing his hand over your hair. “I couldn’t do without you for much longer.”

“Really? That’s hard to believe considering how quick you left after fucking me,” you quipped.

“I’m sorry, darling. I truly am.”

You met his lips in a soft kiss, your fists clenching around his coat.

“How’ve you been holding up?”

“I’ve just been dandy.”

Lies.

“Sort of glad I didn't have your child.”

Lies.

“Tried to get back out there after you left.”

Lies.

His arm tightened around you at the last of your statements.

“Tell me, Hon. Am I marrying a whore?”

“‘Marrying a whore’?” you were flabbergasted. “One - never call me a whore again. Two - who said we are to be wed?”

“Me.”

The simplicity of his statement baffled your mind.

“You? My father would never let me-“

“Marry a bastard. But, darling, as I remember, you’d told me something two years ago. You don’t care about the things you shan’t do and that shall include claiming me to be your king.”

“Well, why do you wait, my lord?”

He held you tight to his chest with his pupils blown.

“Tell me you’ll be mine, sweetheart. This is my proposal to you. We shall leave this land and rule our own kingdom together.”

“I do accept your proposal, my dearest, but I believe it isn’t that easy.”

“Nothing is easy, especially this. If your father is to deny our marriage and your leave, we shall go nonetheless.”

You grinned up at him, shaking your head as you laid your head on his chest.

“Then I shall marry you, my king.”

As expected, your parents didn’t have the merriest of a reaction when it came to notifying them of your leave with the man who’d notoriously been known to be a bastard. They were disappointed you wouldn’t be running their kingdom but they were relieved to see that you were finally off to be married. They hesitantly approved of the young man’s proposal, sending you off with him.

On your ride to your new castle, miles from your parents’ kingdom, you couldn’t help but question your husband-to-be.

“Why did you leave?”

He eyed you.

“The Night Watch. Why did you leave, Jon?”

“I know my status as a bastard would’ve done me well over there but I couldn’t take it. Being away from you, my family. It was eating at me day and night.”

“Then…why’d it take you two years to come back?”

“I didn’t know how to tell them I’d be leaving. It took me a long time to muster up the courage for that.”

You allowed yourself to remain silent until he placed a hand on top of yours.

“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I regret ever setting myself up to be away for the rest of my life, but now I’ve got you and that’s all that I need.”

“You sure have a way with words, don’t you?”

His lip quirked into a gentle smile, his hand squeezing yours with tenderness.

In just a couple of weeks, you were settled into your new home with your husband. It was now time to host several dinners and welcome all to your land. You were beyond ecstatic but it wasn’t until the guests actually arrived that you became wary of those around you.

Daenerys had made quite the entrance into your home, every one entirely forgetting that you existed for a moment. The Khal trailed behind her, offering head nods to those that personally greeted him.

Your heart stammered in your chest beyond your control. You isolated yourself from the crowd, tears cascading down your cheeks as your breathing grew jagged.

Your husband seemed to be infatuated with the platinum blonde-haired girl. You couldn’t blame him but it was killing you. He hadn’t torn his eyes from her, nor did she. She seemed to eye Jon for a bit too long, keeping great eye contact with him as she bowed.

“No need for that,” he chuckled, greeting Drogo with a firm handshake.

He waited for you to greet the couple, not sparing a glance at your seat until he hadn’t heard your voice whatsoever.

“Y/N?”

Chatting and eating resumed, Jon’s leg bouncing anxiously. He watched like a hawk, eyes wandering about the crowd.

“Lord Snow, I don't think Lady Snow is feeling all that well.”

Upon hearing your name, you wiped the last of your tears, seating yourself at your husband's side yet again.

“Darling, what’s the matter?”

He held your face in his palm, eyebrows furrowing at your puffy and reddened eyes.

“Nothing, my lord.”

You spoke the words with such harshness that it pierced his heart.

“What-“

“Ah, Lord and Lady Snow! Why don’t you make a toast?”

“I don’t think-“

“Of course, Benjen. We shall give a toast!”

You stood with your goblet, Jon staring at you with confusion clear in his features before standing on his own two feet.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. Lord Snow and I are delighted to be sharing such a special moment with you all. We wouldn’t have wanted it to be spent any other way. Jon?”

He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on you as he spoke.

“I’m sure I’m supposed to be thanking you lot but if it weren’t for my beautiful wife here, I wouldn’t be standing in front of you and for that, I thank her. I thank her for trying to understand me, for being the greatest human on earth, and for standing by my side regardless of what. I’ve known the shame of being a bastard for my whole life but she’s willing to bear the embarrassment of being wedded to me.”

His speech went on and on and on. It didn’t seem to end but your heart fluttered at his words. He grasped onto your hand when you turned away from him, your eyes catching Daenerys’. You shook those pestering thoughts from your mind, repeating ‘stop it, stop it, stop it’ over and over in your head.

That had only been the first of many instances, though.

You were distraught. It’d been months since you and Jon were lawfully wedded yet it seemed as if you couldn’t conceive. Your parents were applying pressure, sending ravens to your kingdom every day after, asking when you’d bear children.

After a dinner you’d put together at your castle, you lost it. Jon had spent nearly three hours lingering near the Khal and his Khaleesi. For only two minutes, he held you at his side while conversing with the couple. You’d shimmied yourself from his arms, entertaining the younger Stark children.

Robb had witnessed the way in which you embraced your inner child, chasing the kids around as they screamed their heads off. You shooed them away with a motion of your hand. With a hand on your hip, you watched them run off, your heart aching at the thought of never having children.

“Any luck yet, m’lady?”

Robb chuckled as you flinched in the slightest.

“My goodness, Robb. No, no luck yet. However, we already have names picked out, as well as runner-ups for godparents.”

“Oh really?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, spinning to face the brunette.

“If you’re so desperate to hear it, then yes, you are a candidate for our children’s godfather.”

He took your hand into his, landing a kiss on your knuckles as you giggled endlessly.

“I knew you always loved me,” he dramatically expressed.

You raised a brow, badgering him, “Say that with caution, Stark.”

“Or what? Lord Snow will behead me?”

“I might.”

The older boy wrapped his arm around his brother’s neck in a cub-like embrace.

“Goodness, Jon. Leave your brother be,” you scolded him, watching as his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer.

The dinner was called to an end rather soon, but a few of your guests straggled about - Khaleesi Daenerys amongst the few. Your eyes were like daggers as you watched Jon converse with the younger girl. You were drawn from your thoughts the moment Robb placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Now, Y/N, I am well aware that you think my brother is mad over this woman - or at the least, having an affair with her. But I can assure you, nothing of that sort is happening at all. He’s only trying to make am-“

“I’d like to hear that from him, Robb. If he’s just trying to make amends with the Khal and everyone then that’s on me. But it doesn’t help that the Khaleesi is that fucking gorgeous. She has these big doe eyes that scream ‘help me’ or ‘fuck me’! I don’t know which one it is but I’m afraid that Jon will play the hero and be the one that fulfills any of her needs.”

You were seething in the corner with Robb at your hip. He tried assuring you repeatedly but you were quite a stubborn queen.

After everyone had left for good, you wasted no time in heading straight to bed. You wanted to avoid Jon to the best of your ability but you simply couldn’t outdo the king. Before you could step foot out of your bedroom with your things in hand, Jon stepped in front of you. He backed you into the room, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he shut the door.

“What’s your problem?”

You tried to not break under his intense gaze, your eyes bouncing from his own to everywhere in the room.

“What is your issue, Y/N?”

His voice was too quiet for your comfort.

“Are you…having an affair with Daenerys, Jon?”

The words that left your mouth sent a genuine fit of laughter racking through his body.

“Are you being serious?”

“Answer the question.”

His laughter died down, his body gravitating towards yours.

“Of course, I’m not having an affair with Daenerys. What makes you ask this?”

“The way you look at her kills me, Jon. When she’s here, it feels like I don’t exist! Why do you think I disappear for hours on end- you know what - you don’t even realize that I’m gone because you’re too immersed in your interactions with her! It’s-“

His hands found themselves on either side of your face, forcing you to look at him, though gently.

“If I was having an affair with Daenerys or anyone else, do you think that I’d be in the same bed as you every single night? All of those things I said about you months ago were nothing but true. You were probably too busy being upset with me to hear most of it but I don’t want anyone else. I want you and only you.”

“Then why do you look at her the way that you do? There’s so much compassion and-“

“I look at her that way because I feel bad for her! She talks to me because she feels as if she can’t trust anyone else, not even her own brother. I’m sorry that I ever made you feel less important. You’re the most important person, the most important thing in this world. I care for Daenerys’ well-being but I don’t care about her the way I care about you. I love you and I know I don’t say it enough but I do!”

He panted as he read your face.

“So you’re not cheating on me?”

“No, and I never will! I only want you, Y/N Snow. Only you.”

His lips met yours, your shoulders falling as relief washed over you. You allowed your hands to get lost in his hair, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as your lips moved in tandem.

“Tell me you love me.”

You hadn’t noticed the few tears that stained his cheeks until he spoke against your lips, your heart aching in your chest.

“Jon, my darling, I love you more than you will ever know.”

His arms tightened around you, lifting you from the ground as he pecked your skin.

“It seems as though I have to make up to you for the rest of my life,” he chuckled against your skin.

“Sweetheart, you loving me alone is enough of an apology.”

He laid you gently on the bed, undoing your bodice in an impressive amount of time. He held back no longer, suckling on the skin that was graciously presented to him.

“Jon,” you hummed.

He imitated your actions, putting a ministration to his movement once he’d reached your underpants. After kissing, biting, sucking on your skin, his lips were red and plump. They met yours again, the taste of whatever wine you’d been drinking just hours prior still lingering on your tongue.

He worked his hands into the sides of your underpants before pushing them down your legs. You whimpered against his tongue as his fingers stimulated your clit.

“Darling,” you gasped out, his fingers dipping in and out of your cunt.

He used a leg to pry yours apart, reveling in your angelic sounds. He propped himself up on his other arm, hand holding his head. With your hands tugging at his clothing, you pulled him in even closer.

His face disappeared into the nape of your neck. The way in which he breathed against your neck caused your skin to crawl.

His nose nudged at your jawline, a dumbstruck grin taking over his features once he felt your walls pulsating around his digits. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the next words that flew from his mouth.

“Lannister had told me he imagined you sitting on his face long before my proposal. I nearly slayed the son of a bitch until I realized you weren’t mine then. Why don’t you come on my face, sweetheart?”

“W-what?” You stammered out - half shocked at the proposition and half processing the fact that he was still fucking you with his fingers.

“My pretty girl doesn’t want to sit on my face?”

He jutted out his bottom lip, on which you pressed a kiss, uttering an ‘I do’. Your legs squirmed a bit more until you came. Your back arched off the mattress as you gasped and cried out. He slid his fingers into his mouth, his eyes locked on your blissful features.

“You taste heavenly,” he murmured, wiping his saliva-slicked fingers off on his bottoms.

His words made your cheeks heat up, using whatever strength you had to push yourself onto your knees.

“Are you sure about this, Jon?”

“A million times over - yes, I’m sure about this.”

He laid himself down, your legs trembling as your cunt hovered over his face. He brought you down in seconds, not being able to resist the temptation.

His tongue expertly worked your cunt as it’d done several times before. Sitting on his face, however, brought a new sense of pleasure to you - his nose bumping your clit every so often as the entirety of your cunt grew soaked. The mix of his saliva and your release sent you spiraling once more, the core in your lower half tightening before you could say anything.

His tongue softly fucked your desperate hole, a glass-shattering moan sounding from within. You couldn’t hold back any of it. You needed to let the whole damn castle know that your king was treating you right.

“Jon!”

One hand dropped to his hair, the other fondling your breast. Your eyes dropped to his, your body giving out at the sight of his disheveled hair and his eyes just begging for your come.

Your body shook gently as you came in his mouth, eyes screwing shut once your head had lolled back. You’d lifted yourself off to the side, your husband chuckling at your already fucked-out state.

“How was that?”

His fingers traced patterns on your skin as you came down from one of your many highs for the night.

“Fuckin’ amazing,” you breathed out, your arms reaching for him once he’d brought himself to his knees.

You watched as he undid his bottoms. The intense eye contact he held with you was a telltale sign that you needed to help him out of his clothes before he exploded.

“I won’t be rough tonight,” he whispered.

You bit your lip, feeling the burn of his gaze on your face as you undid the buttons of his shirt. Your insides grew fuzzy, becoming giddy at the fact that this was truly your husband. No one, nothing could ever take him away from you.

He stood nude before you, pressing his back to the headboard before patting his lap. You climbed onto him in a matter of seconds, your hands already stabilizing themselves on his shoulders. Your knees bent at either hip, legs akimbo to appease his girth. You pumped him a few times, running his tip up and down your fold before sinking onto him with a cry.

“Has it been long, my darling?”

You nodded, offering an airy chuckle as you struggled to take all of him.

“Gods, I’m beyond s-“

You hushed him with a kiss on the lips, your hips beginning to rock back and forth once you’d hit his base. His hands fell to your behind, your back arching as he hit that spongy spot inside of you. His name left your mouth like a mantra, chants of ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ following right after. Your mouths found one another in a slobbery mess, a clash of teeth and tongue as the rutting of your hips became more desperate.

“Stop apologizing, my lord. I- holy shit, I love you,” you choked out.

“I love you, sweet girl.”

His forearms held onto your waist, using this as leverage to thrust himself further into you.

The pace of his hips, the words exchanged, the looks on both of your faces. Just outside your door, guards exchanged knowing glances, clearing their throats at the sounds that came from the both of you. They seemingly grew louder, Jon taking the opportunity to let the words flow from his mouth - “I shall put a baby in you tonight.”

And so the night proceeded. Jon didn’t let up until you physically couldn’t go for another round, making sure none of his seed left your womb.

It was a relief to know that your king, your lord, your love wanted you and only you.

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[yourlocalnetizen]

What you're favorite Targaryen Dragon/Rider bond says about you.

Daenerys/Drogon - You are very attached to your pets. You love them like your babies. Or you may just like joint slays between icons.

Aegon/Balerion - You like things simple and reliable.

Visenya/Vhagar - You support women's wrongs.

Rhaenys/Meraxes - All you want to do is fly a dragon, and/or you're a horse girl.

Aenys/Quicksilver - You think having a dragon as a pet would be nice.

Aegon/Quicksilver - You're a dumbass probably.

Maegor/Balerion - You wanna commit crimes.

Rhaena/Dreamfyre - You love women, and only women.

Jaehaerys/Vermithor - You've thought of yourself as an Alpha male before.

Alysanne/Silverwing - You have good vibes.

Aerea/Balerion - You are/were a rebellious child.

Alyssa/Meleys - You're a horse girl.

Baelon/Vhagar - You probably liked Pokemon as a kid.

Aemon/Caraxes - You love the idea of a beautiful Angel bonding with a terrifying creature.

Daemon/Caraxes - You think those who slay together, stay together.

Aemond/Vhagar - You like how they bring out the worst of each other.

Daeron/Tessarion - You like pretty boys, pretty animals, and joint slays.

Helaena/Dreamfyre - You're lost in you're own world 90% of the time.

Aegon/Sunfyre - You want to be loved unconditionally.

Rhaenyra/Syrax - If they're your favorite... you are a show only watcher (or show only enjoyer).

Viserys/Balerion - You don't exist lmho.

Rhaenys/Meleys - You like girlbosses.

Laena/Vhagar - You like the idea of owning an atomic bomb just for funsies.

Laenor/Seasmoke - You love the gays.

Addam/Seasmoke - You value loyalty.

Baela/Moondancer - You're also a horse girl.

Rhaena/Morning - Barbie is your idol.

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[hikarimiyanaga]

The Queen's Bride (Part 1)

Summary :

Being a rich man's kid isn't as exciting as everyone makes it out to be.

You have no freedom.

Every choice has been made for you ever since you were born.

What you eat. What course you were going to study. What school you're going to.

Even the one you were going to marry.

So to your surprise, your father has finally chosen one thing right for you.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Look who's finally watching Game of Thrones. Surprise, surprise, I fell in love with Daenerys.

"This is bullshit!" Jon, your cousin, shouts as he paces around you.

Both of you were just given two names.

Two people you never met that you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

"Who the fuck is Ygritte and why do I have to marry her?" Jon shouts in frustration and you shrug.

"I mean, Father could've paired you with one of the Lannisters. Myrcella is an omega-"

"Shut up." Jon glares at you.

"You have to admit it. Ygritte is pretty as fuck."

"Lucky for Robb, huh? He's the heir so he could choose freely."

"She is. But- I don't know her, Y/N." Jon sighs as he sits next to you.

"Lucky asshole." You slap his arm.

"He's my big brother."

"He is. I wish I could be the heir."

"Seriously? You? Jon Stark of Winterfell Corp? Are you hearing me?"

"Shut up." The two of you look at each other then laugh. "Yours is pretty too, by the way. And a Targaryen too."

"Why them? Our mottos are literally parallels."

"Yeah. Winter is Coming."

"Fire and Blood. Like why her?" You groan at the ceiling.

"Just be glad that she's pretty. Some don't get that lucky."

"Are you talking about-" Jon nods and you sigh.

"I just wish we had freedom."

"Me too. Y/N. Me too."

-

You get your bag and look at the empty apartment around you.

"I need Sansa to room with me. Like gods, this place is fucking big enough for ten people at least." You mumble to yourself as you leave the apartment.

Just like everything else in your life. The apartment was provided by your Father, Ned Stark. You could count the number of times on your fingers that you've actually talked to him rather than just receive orders or scolding from him.

Your phone rings just as you get inside the Westeros University. You answer it as you see your little sister's name.

"Y/N! How are you?" You smile at Arya's voice.

"I'm good, Arry. Where are you?" How is she calling you right now?

"I'm at home. There was a lice problem at school today so we went home! Are you free??" You grin at her exciting tone.

"In two hours, I will be. Why?"

"Can we go play? Mom said she'll let me go to the mall if I'm with you!"

"Sure, can you wait there and behave?"

"Yep! See you later!"

"See you." You say softly and smile as you go to your first and last class of the day. You were so glad that you chose your own schedule. You sit down at your usual seat and hum as you take out your laptop. Looks like professor Varys is late today.

Westeros University is the biggest University in all of Westeros. It has lessons even in magic.

"Did you hear, Y/N?" You look up as Oberyn sits beside you. You were somewhat friends. He can charm anyone in a room while you can outread anyone in a room. Truth be told, even you didn't know why he talked to you.

"Hear what?"

"Not interested in rumors as usual?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Even if Varys tells us otherwise, I still don't like rumors and hearsays." Oberyn nods and grins in satisfaction.

"Which is why you make the perfect audience." You sigh. "Listen to this. Someone is doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Seeing if the dragons will choose them."

"Seriously? That thing hasn't been done in like 200 years."

"Right? But someone is brave enough to do it now. You know what it means, right?"

"Yeah. They get to sit on the Iron Throne regardless of their last name."

"And?" You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"And what?"

"Complete freedom!" You tilt your head at him. "No more choices by parents! No arranged marriages!"

"Damn. Sounds like a dream come true."

"For you guys. I still don't get why you guys won't love freely."

"Because last names have a value of their own. Here at Westeros at least. Oh. And Westeros Conglomerate too." Oberyn shakes his head.

"What you guys should value is talent, not blood."

"Meritocracy rather than blood right. Reasonable." Oberyn looks at you. "I don't make the choices though."

"Marry the king then."

"I'd rather die, Oberyn. I'd rather eat my own shit."

"Still hate men?"

"Only romantically." Oberyn chuckles just as Varys comes through the door.

"You're missing out on like half of the world then." You give him a smile.

"I don't think I am."

-

You hum as you park your car in front of the Stark Mansion. You were just getting your bag when you feel a pair of arms circle around your legs. You look down and see Arya smiling at you.

"Hey, Arya!" You scoop her up and she squeals. Arya is only 9 years younger but you love doing this to her. "Where's Ma and Father?"

"Dad is still at work! Ma is inside!" You put her down and nod.

"Come on, then. I'll tell Ma that I'll take you to the mall." Arya grins at you and she begins to tell you about her classmates and school.

"And then this one guy-"

"Y/N! You're home!" Catelyn Stark rushes over and hugs you. You hug her just as tightly.

"Hey, Ma. Arya wanted to play with me and it's been months since I've been home so I figured I should take her."

"I'm sure she understands that you're busy with university and all."

"I know, Ma! But school is out and she said she was free." Arya pouts from beside you and you smile.

"I am free, no worries." You ruffle Arya's hair and she smiles at you.

"Be sure to be back for Dinner then."

"We'll buy some before we get home. Are Robb and Father-"

"Busy." You nod in understanding then take Arya's hand.

"You ready for an afternoon with me? Your best sister?"

"YEAH! We'll destroy those high scores in the arcade!" You grin and agree.

-

You come home with a passed out Arya, a bag full of plushies, and a bag with food.

"You actually made her sleep? You are a godsend." You laugh at your mom and grin.

"Once you get Arya's quirks and use them against her, she can make herself run out of energy."

"Please don't tell-"

"Ma, she wants to. She can afford to learn it still."

"But her marri-"

"She's still 9, ma. She doesn't need to think about that yet."

"Right. Are you staying for dinner at least?"

"Sure. Is Sansa-" Before you finish your sentence, someone has already hugged you.

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You turn around and find your other little sister, Sansa Stark.

"Well, I had to exhaust this one so." Sansa looks at Arya who was cuddling your neck still.

"Whoa. Arya never sleeps this early."

"Like I said. Exhausted. Are Brandon and Rickon here?"

"Yep! They should be getting back from Winterfell by now."

"What did they do there??"

"Father wanted to show them something. Are you staying tonight?"

"If you're willing to share your bed."

"ALWAYS!" You shush her and smile.

"I'll just be putting this one in her bed then I'll come down. Here." You give the bag full of food to Catelyn and smile. "Some of my favorites."

"I'll plate them up." You nod and begin your walk with Arya still sleeping while cuddling your neck.

"You're becoming heavier, Arya. I wonder if I should do some training just so I can carry you around."

-

"Y/N! You're back!" Brandon says then hugs you.

"Hey, little brother." You kiss his head and smile as he beams at you.

"SIS!" Rickon shouts then tackles you to no avail.

"Heya, baby bro." You pick him up and grin. "Did you grow??"

"I did! I'm defeating Arya soon!" You grin at him.

"Don't let her hear you!" You ruffle his hair then turn to Sansa. "Did you do your homework yet?"

"No? Will you help me later?" She gives you her puppy dog eyes and you groan at her. You admit that you're too weak to your siblings.

"Fine. But no talking about boys. I swear to God if I hear one more thing about-"

"But Ser Loras is just so dreamy." You look at her with a deadpan expression.

"Try me and I will sleep besides Arya." Sansa pouts.

"Fine. No boy talk." She grumbles. "Stingy."

"I'm gay. I'd rather marry another omega as long as she's a woman." Catelyn smiles as she sees you getting along with your siblings.

"Do not plant ideas in their head."

"Ma, Sansa is as straight as a ruler. These two don't even know what their second genders are." Catelyn rolls her eyes at you. "That reminds me, when's your test?" You look at Sansa as you place Rickon at his seat.

"This Monday! I'm so excited to confirm that I'm an Omega!"

"And if you're a beta?" You ask and Catelyn slaps your arm. "What? There's nothing wrong about being a beta! I wanted to be one before."

"You did?" Sansa asks and you nod. "Why?"

"More options." Catelyn hits your head and you laugh.

"Why? Does being an omega lessen your options?"

"Technically, I can't have another omega as my soulmate. Not that it matters."

"Oh yeah, dad said he sent you someone." You roll your eyes at that.

"He sent a file of someone. He wouldn't just let some stranger in my apartment."

"Who is it?? Can we know??" You groan at the excitement in Sansa's voice. There's nothing more that interests her than love talk.

"She's a Targaryen."

"The Dragon Family!" Rickon shouts and you ruffle his hair.

"Yup! Bran, do you know their motto?" Brandon hums as he gets some food.

"Yeah. Fire and Blood, right?"

"Yup! You all will get some ice cream. I brought some earlier." Catelyn glares at you. "What?"

"Cavities."

"I only visit once in a while, Ma. Just this once." Catelyn pinches your cheek. "Ow! Give! Give!"

"Just this once and don't ever do this again without saying anything to me."

"Yes, Ma! I got it! Ow!" Catelyn finally lets you go and you hold your cheek. You pout at her. "You didn't have to pinch that hard."

"You know how I feel about sweets." You sigh.

"I know. Sorry."

-

"Good thing the ice cream didn't give Rickon sugar rush."

"Yeah. It was a relief that Ma didn't pinch me."

"Those two boys really love you and adore you."

"They do." You look at Sansa and pat her hair. "I hope you become a beta, baby girl." Sansa scoffs at you.

"Wha- why!?" You smile sadly at her.

"So then you'll have more freedom." Sansa holds your hand. "Sadly. As an Omega, everything is controlled for you here in Westeros. Specially if you have a last name of a noble."

"Y/N." You squeeze her hand and grin.

"Hopefully, you and Arya get to decide your own futures. And your own partners." Sansa gets teary eyed at that. You let go of her hand then pat her hair again. "Time to get ready for bed. I'll just check on Arya for a second, okay?" Sansa nods at you and you close her door before covering your mouth with your hand.

Freedom. What a grand word. For you, it was thrown out the window when you got your test results.

Everyone says that Omegas have equal standings with Alphas. That the world is getting better.

"What a load of fucking bullshit." You mumble to yourself as you make your way to Arya's room.

You open the door and see that Arya is still fast asleep. You get to her bed and kiss her head.

"I hope you'll have more freedom than me, little one." You tuck her in and leave.

-

PS.

Jon is a Stark here and Catelyn knows he's Lyanna's son but no one knows who his father is. Let's just pretend for a second that he's not a Targaryen.

I actually was going to go the usual route for this aka Alpha Reader but decided against it. Omega Reader just works better for the angst inside my head.

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[homophobiagoals]

of all the misunderstandings of jons character i see i have to say the one is hate the absolute most is the people who think he's like. an alpha male lone wolf stoic warrior. bc the thing about jon's character that it all comes down to in the end, is that jon has friends. which sounds silly! but so many asoiaf character just like, don't really have friends. like they have family they get on with, they have political allies or companions who would turn on them if it was beneficial (tyrion) or their employees (daenerys/stannis) or shared history (ned). jon is really one of the very few characters we see who has uncomplicated, mutual friendship for the sake of friendship. like yes, jon is brooding and serious and closed off, but he isn't a stoic lone wolf. jon fundamentally wants acceptance and companionship and belonging. jon has friends!

sidenote i think its not at all a coincidence that one of the only other characters in this same situation is arya, who is very similar to jon imo. and also! they were best friends first! and then they both went on to seek friendship!

#jon snow #game of thrones #got #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf

[claymoresword]

You Make A Mess Of Me

Daenerys Targaryen x Missandei

Summary: An alternate universe where Daenerys Targaryen is Queen of The Seven Kingdoms and Missandei of Naath is her Queen Consort.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, just filth, alpha daenerys, omega missandei, you know how i love my crackships

Note: i really have no explanation for this literally wrote it in 20 mins but they deserved so much better in show canon which is why i have not stopped thinking about them since!

"My dragon Queen, come back to bed." Missandei practically whines as she begrudgingly watches Daenerys get dressed for the day.

The alpha hums in acknowledgement, but ultimately does not comply, her back still towards Missandei as she fixes her breastplate.

"Later, perhaps." She responded simply, but the omega was not satisfied.

She comes up behind the silver haired woman, with only a sheet covering her frame.

Missandei wraps an arm around the Queen, stilling her movements, as she rests her front against Dany's back.

"You smell of dragon." Missandei quips.

"You flatter me, my love." Daenerys responds, a smirk playing on her lips.

Missandei doesn't respond, instead she tilts her head, tracing open mouthed kisses up the Queen's neck.

Almost instinctively, Daenerys leans back with a contented sigh, allowing the other woman further access.

The curly haired woman lets go of her grip on Dany's hand so she may reach down. With a single bold move, she eagerly palms the alpha's bulge over her slacks.

Daenerys lets out a low groan of approval as her lover continues massaging her cock over its confines; in a few short moments Missandei feels it harden underneath her touch.

"You have gotten very bold these past few moons, my love." The Queen states, and her tone only works to further excite her wife.

Dany finally turns around to look at the omega and Missandei languidly lets go of the sheet that was covering herself, deliberately leaving her naked body exposed.

Upon seeing this, something in the Targaryen snaps, her gaze darkens as she crashes her lips against Missandei's. 

The curly haired woman reciprocates with as much despair and need.

Her fingers getting lost in silver locks, tugging and pulling. The kiss is open mouthed and messy, Daenerys greedily inhales every breath her omega exhales. The Queen soon guides the other woman further back onto the bed, prompting her wife to lay her head on the pillow.

Missandei introduces her tongue mid kiss and the Queen takes the opportunity to capture it in between her lips, sucking it on it harshly. She doesn't pull away until her wife is gasping for air. 

Dany finally retreats so she may begin taking off her clothes, Missandei watches as she hastily removes her breastplate, along with her doublet and breeches. Finally she takes off her small clothes, and her cock is finally released, Missandei immediately takes notice of its erect state, thick and heavy.

The curly haired woman parts her legs instinctively; licking her lips as she observes Daenerys stroking her length, her steely gaze does not falter, only growing darker by the second.

"What have I told you about touching me without my consent?" The alpha's tone betrays no notion of a jest, but her lover decides to push her luck anyway.

"That I should do it?" Missandei responds cheekily.

Dany's expression merely hardens at her wife's audacity, and Missandei's entire body hums in anticipation.

"I think you deserve a punishment– for disobeying your Queen." Daenerys states, bending down to retrieve something off the floor.

Missandei only recognises what the alpha had in her hand as she climbed onto the bed. 

The curly haired woman attempts to capture the Queen's lips with her own but she is distracted as she feels cold metal against her skin, followed by smooth leather wrapping around her wrist.

Dany tugs on the belt and Missandei's arm is lifted up until it reaches the bedpost.

It was then the omega finally let herself acknowledge what was happening; she was being restrained to the bed.

Dany wordlessly does the same to her wife's other arm. Once she was satisfied, she leaned down to kiss her, it's a hefty kiss that leaves Missandei wanting more, but the new restraints prevent her from attempting to chase the alpha's lips.

She whines in clear protest, and Daenerys only smiles.

"I am going to make you regret disobeying me, my sweet omega– so that you will never do it again." The Targaryen says, placing a chaste kiss on the other woman's cheek.

Missandei does not know what her wife intends to do for certain, but she is partially sure that it will do nothing beyond urge her to further act against the Queen's wishes.

Although, she does not admit this, instead the omega bites her lip, suppressing a look of exhilaration.

Dany soon begins licking her way up Missandei's body; her thighs, her navel, her neck.

Her wife finally reaches the familiar spot on her neck; her mating mark, she deliberately bites down, nearly breaking skin, and Missandei lets out a hiss at the sensation.

The pain only causes a thrill of arousal down her body, straight to her core.

Missandei tugs on the restraints again.

"Please– touch me–" The Queen consort pleads, embarrassed at just how needy she sounded.

"I am touching you." Dany casually states as fact, gently swiping her tongue across one of her nipples, and her wife's moan was involuntary.

"Daenerys.." Missandei groans, swiftly earning a harsh pinch on the same nipple. 

It makes the omega yelp in pain, but the pleasure she feels immediately after overpowers it.

"Stop teasing me– please– Your Grace." Missandei whines, she was already dripping for her alpha, certain at this point, her arousal has already soaked the mattress underneath.

"You've been very bad, Missandei." Daenerys quips as she continues to nip at her wife's sensitive skin.

"Why should I give you anything you ask for?" She adds, licking her way down the omega's thighs, reveling at the feeling of her wife's goosebumps forming on her tongue.

"Because you love me." Missandei replies simply and the alpha stills.

The look her wife is giving her is unfamiliar, perhaps it was due to her current state of arousal and inability to think of much else, but Missandei cannot decipher it.

Is it fury? Desire?

The omega doesn't get the chance to ponder a moment longer, as her wife settles quickly herself on top of her, Dany holds herself up by her forearms as she lines up the tip of her cock to the other woman's entrance.

With one rash movement of her hips, Daenerys is fully sheathed inside of her wife's cunt. 

Missandei half screams and moans at the sensation; it is deep relief, pain and pleasure.

She tugs at the restraints again, a reflexive urge to pull her alpha closer.

"Is this what you wanted?" Dany growls, her thrusts continue to be purposeful and rough, her thick cock stretching the omega's cunt deliciously, hitting every spot within her, leaving her lightheaded and gasping.

"Yes.. yes.." Missandei manages through her moans, she wraps her legs around the alpha's waist, an attempt to hold her as close as she can.

"You drive me mad, did you know that?" Dany grunts, punctuating her words with every thrust.

A compliment or an insult, Missandei could not say for sure, but still, she nods her head vigorously in response, her eyes shut tightly.

Daenerys places her open mouth over the mating mark once again, this time allowing her warm tongue to soothe the earlier bite. 

Missandei mewls as she feels a familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach, her release fast approaching; the alpha is not far behind as she deepens her strokes.

With a few deep thrusts the omega finally comes undone around the other woman's cock, her wife following swiftly behind her, releasing thick spurts of her seed deep inside her wife's wanting cunt.

"Seven Hells." Daenerys cursed, breathless and disoriented, as she continued the movement of her hips, riding out her peak. 

Her wife remained trembling underneath her, gone totally slack, yet content as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The Queen finally musters the strength to reach up, releasing her wife's arms from the restraints. 

Once freed Missandei's hands immediately move to her wife's back and neck, pulling her in for a deep, lingering kiss.

"I love you." Daenerys whispers against her wife's lips as they parted.

Missandei rubs her nose against the alpha's affectionately before answering.

"I love you too." She says, and the smile that appears on Dany's face is instantaneous.

"Well you have succeeded in making me stay, I am afraid I will not be able to move for the next few candle marks." She adds, not making an effort to pull out of her wife, only laying her head against her shoulder.

Missandei grins at that.

"Good. Stay forever." She replies.

#daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #missandei #missandei of naath #g!p #crackship #daenerys targaryen smut

[asoiafsworld]

STAR'S MASTERLIST !

star's rules & disclaimers for requesting.

🍷 (romantic love), 🩰 (platonic love)

🍡 (fluff), ☁️ (angst), 🍒 (smut)

↳ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

⇝ rhaenyra targaryen

first; headcanon; falling in love and marrying rhaenyra and daemon. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

second; headcanon; being married to rhaenyra and daemon and being a mother to their children. (🍡) (🩰)

third; headcanon; being pregnant with rhaenyra and daemon's child. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fourth; headcanon; having rhaenyra's and daemon's children. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fifth; headcanon; your life with rhaenyra and daemon and your children. (☁️) (🍡) (🍷)

⇝ daemon targaryen

first; headcanon; falling in love and marrying rhaenyra and daemon. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

second; headcanon; being married to rhaenyra and daemon and being a mother to their children. (🍡) (🩰)

third; headcanon; being pregnant with rhaenyra and daemon's child. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fourth; headcanon; having rhaenyra's and daemon's children. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fifth; headcanon; your life with rhaenyra and daemon and your children. (☁️) (🍡) (🍷)

⇝ aemond targaryen

imagine; the turning point. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

imagine; the sun also rises. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

imagine; stand by me. (☁️) (🍷) (🩰)

headcanon; alpha aemond courting and marrying omega reader. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

⇝ aegon targaryen

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding) (🍡) (☁️) (🍷) (🩰)

first

⇝ jacaerys velaryon

nothing yet.

⇝ alicent hightower

nothing yet.

↳ GAME OF THRONES

⇝ daenerys targaryen

nothing yet.

⇝ robb stark

nothing yet.

⇝ jon snow

nothing yet.

⇝ sansa stark

nothing yet.

⇝ margaery tyrell

nothing yet.

⇝ oberyn martell

nothing yet.

↳ THE LAST OF US

⇝ ellie williams

belong to you; first, second

drabble; consensual non consent.

drabble: cnc, face sitting.

headcanon; dating alpha ellie.

⇝ abby anderson



drabble; making you squirt.

drabble; g!p abby, breeding kink.

#house of the dragon #game of thrones #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #daenerys targeryan #daenerys targaryen x reader #sansa stark #sansa stark x reader #jon snow #jon snow x reader #robb stark x reader #oberyn martell x reader #daemon targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagine #rhaenyra targaryen imagine #hotd smut #hotd imagines #aemond targaryen smut #daemon targaryen smut #asoiafsworld masterlist #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #the last of us

[adarkandmagicalforest]

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #house of the dragon #hotd #got #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #daenerys targaryen #rhaegar targaryen #egg targaryen

[howyouloveyourdragon]

dividers by hitobaby

ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha!rhaenyra claims sister ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha!rhaenyra claims sister part 2 ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere alpha!rhaenyra x omega half-sister betrothal ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens power play* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra punishes omega reader after lords flirt with her* ﾟ☁︎｡ Alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra x Lady-in-waiting ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra x female dragonseed* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra x female dragonseed* part 2 ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister ﾟ☁︎｡ Dragonseed reader saves Rhaenyra from execution & Aegon the young ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Rhaenyra x Valyrian sorceress reader* ﾟ☁︎｡ Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon headcanons

🇼​​🇮​​🇵​​🇸​

ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega sister with child together fluffy ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra and laenor x aemond (platonic) headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra and laenor parenting her siblings ﾟ☁︎｡ headcanons of alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance) ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x aegon (romantic) headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x omega leana headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon & rhaenyra x fem!reader in charge ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra targaryen x dragonseed!reader claiming her dragon for the first time ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x yandere daemon x half sister (blacks win au) ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon male!reader ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (platonic) ﾟ☁��｡ rhaenyra x royce-targ!reader ﾟ☁︎｡ headcanons of alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x omega laena headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance) ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x aegon (romantic) headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x son cole!reader x yandere laenor headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra x twin!reader soulmate au ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra and velaryon!son with laenor headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x helaena ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x handmaiden ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x female dragonkeeper headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere mom rhaenyra x orphan reader headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryion reader headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega daenerys headcanons ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra x omega!hightower alt ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega!sister part 2 ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryon reader headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ politically smart hightower x rhaenyra (part 2)  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega male velaryon!reader  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x tyrell omega reader  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent (arranged marriage)  ﾟ☁︎｡alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x alpha daemon headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡yandere rhaenyra and haelena (platonic) headcanons

🇼​​🇮​​🇵​​🇸​

ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x omega leana headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent (arranged marriage)  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x alpha daemon headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ rhaenyra x alicent open marriage w/ laenor headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x alicent (blacks win au) ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x alpha laena x omega alicent headcanons

ﾟ☁︎｡No Rest For The Dragons ﾟ☁︎｡The Softest Love

🇼​​🇮​​🇵​​🇸​

ﾟ☁︎｡ jacaerys overstim smut, 'Too Much, Too Little' ﾟ☁︎｡ baela & jacaerys x reader ﾟ☁︎｡ helaena x jace headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ jace x reader confession prompt 11 ﾟ☁︎｡ jace x reader prompt 30 ﾟ☁︎｡ jace x reader flustered prompts

ﾟ☁︎｡ Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon platonic headcanons

🇼​​🇮​​🇵​​🇸​

ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance)  ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x aegon (romantic) headcanons

🇼​​🇮​​🇵​​🇸​

ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x helaena  ﾟ☁︎｡ helaena x jace headcanons  ﾟ☁︎｡ helaena has peace for herself

ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* ﾟ☁︎｡ Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister

🇼​​🇮​​🇵​​🇸​

ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon x fem!reader steamy bath smut ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon & rhaenyra x fem!reader in charge ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance)  ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance)  ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x yandere daemon x half sister (blacks win au) ﾟ☁︎｡ yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (platonic)  ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon x reader comfort  ﾟ☁︎｡ daemon x hightower fem!reader ﾟ☁︎｡ alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x alpha daemon headcanons

#requests #hotd requests #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aegon ii x reader #daemon targaryen x reader

[daenystheedreamer]

Wondering how you are connecting the valar thing to patriarchy? I don't disagree I just feel like I missed some steps in your post lmao

yeah my bad i forget this isnt my personal secret diary that no one reads and also that you need more than the alpha and the omega this isnt jesus. you also need beta gamma delta etcetc like posts need linking threads so my b brother

so my personal valyrian incest theory is material and economic: that the dragonlords wanted to hoard wealth within families (much like a dragon!) and especially hoard the supposed 'dragonrider blood', which necessitated the marrying of brothers to sisters. its european monarchical consanguinity taken to its absurd extreme. the incest is mentioned as being among dragonrider families specifically.

but i think it goes a step further i think having weapons of mass destruction that are linked basically biologically and equally (as in, both men and women can be dragonriders) gives women especially feudal women an INSANE amount of personal mobility and agency. letting women start their own families and well deseminate the bloodline means both the wealth is spread and this caste system crumbles. there were only about 40 dragonrider families in valyrian aristocracy.

there's theories that the incest is for the purposes of blood magic, that it makes them for real actually ethnically superior (bleugh kys), that there is a magical spiritual etc reason for it but i prefer materialism sorry i think it makes it more interesting i like human conflict in the story about humanity :(

and my linchpin for all this like threadbare nonsense is how aegon wed visenya to shore up his inheritance. it is a fundementally sexist act it places aegon's inheritance above visenya's. there is the implication that visenya could have, in the future, been a threat to his inheritance.

we predominantly see valyrian incest only in the targs which is unfortunate (FOR ANALYSIS FOR ANALYSIS!!!) since the targs and their relation to valyria is so fucking emotional and freudian and weird so they're not like a neutral test case. but the incestuous dynamics are so so so often deeply misogynistic. its men wielding power over women because their lusts are more important, because they are entitled to women. again it all goes back to the FIRST DANY CHAPTER. viserys forcefully marrying 13yo daenerys, dressed in golden collars just like the slaves etched in valyrian runes, to an adult man with the near gleeful knowledge she will be raped and abused.

SO THE FUCKING VALAR THING. honestly mostly a joke for me. all my posts are just things i think are funny in the ten seconds i post them. morghul- means death and dohae- means serve and the -is suffix is i think genitive?? leaving the 'valar' to serve (heh) as the 'all men' section of the quote. there's an elio+linda quote saying valar is probably in reference to valyria (as opposed to a reference to the valar of tolkien). it reminds me of how patria (fatherland, country, etc) is from pater (father). valyria - valar. its just very masculine and my nerd etymologist brain thought it was funny. i hope this rambling 7 paragraph fucking unabomber manifesto sounding answer makes sense 💀

#anonymous #ask #valyria #asoiaf #ALL MY OPINION. MY INTERPRETATION. I AM NOT CLAIMING THIS AS CANON OR PISSING ON ANYONE'S IDEAS. PLEASE NO ONE YELL AT ME 😭

[sugume]

Do you read Rina Kent books?!! 👀 I neeeed more dark romance recs!

Yesss I love Rina Kent I’m slowly making my way through her backlist (legacy of god series is MWAH)

here are some of my favorites —

Torment duet by Dylan Page (omggg when I tell you this shit is dark ITS DARK and it’s such a mindfuck that you’ll find yourself in love with the bad guy and he’s BAD not in a sexy way in a get away from her way, I don’t even know how to explain this book just know that I was sobbing and screaming, check TW!!)

The dark verse series by RuNyx (mafia, the plot is dark but the men are so down bad for the girls , gotta be read in order because it follows a mystery)

Cora Reilly books (look up reading order bc they all connect, mafia series, my personal fave is Twisted Emotions and By fate i conquer, ALSO she isn’t the best writer but they’re my comfort books lmao)

Harrow Faire by Kathryn Ann Kingsley (a dark circus, I read this series at night around Halloween and It was so creepy 😭he’s a puppeteer and quite literally tries to turn her into one of his dolls and he has a creepy shadow that’s his subconscious mind, he’s so obsessed and clinically a maniac I was scared for the FMC.)

The golden Dynasty by Kristen Ashley (reads like a Daenerys and Khal Drogo fanfic, girlie gets teleported to a primal world where men chase the women in the forest to claim them, I have a love hate relationship with this book bc the man did something I deem unforgivable so I was sad the rest of the book. Look at TW’s)

ALSO if omegaverse is your jam or your wanna try something new

The 12 Sectors by Isoellen (post apocalyptic world, very VERY primal like breeding and dominate obsessed alphas but it was so so hot. If you’re like me you gotta read it during your ovulation bc that’s when I let shit like this slide and when I tell you that dirty talk was FLITHY I had to pause a few times.)

#pls pls check TWs I don’t wanna traumatize you #a lot of these are not for the weak 😰 #have fun reading #tho #bc Ik I did #Rina Kent has my heart and soul and all my money #can’t wait for EliAva #book recs

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics taking place in medieval times as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers. You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🏰 Fantasy/Merlin AU (series) by MyEnglishRose / @lwtisloved

(E, 249k, fantasy) A Fantasy AU loosely inspired by Merlin BBC, with Louis as a servant, hiding his nature as a sorcerer, Harry as Camelot's prince, Liam as his guard, Niall as Louis' knight and Zayn as the fairy prince.

🏰 After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 71k, Scottish au) In an attempt to garner extra protection for his clan, Harry sets out to mend his father's past wrongs and ally with their neighbors to the west, Clan Sutherland.

🏰 I'll Be Here Waiting on Forever by sweaterpawstyles

(E, 46k, a/b/o) A Romeo and Juliet AU where Louis is an alpha prince who falls in love with Harry, an omega prince from the neighboring kingdom

🏰 Now You're Lost, Lost In The Heat Of It All by @marchessa

(E, 44k, a/b/o) the story of a great medieval Emperor and his consort.

🏰 It's Not You, and It's Not Me by @realitybetterthanfiction

(E, 18k, Game of Thrones) Harry Snow, bastard son of Lord Ned Stark, meets an intriguing stranger on a midnight ride near Winterfell. Can their connection last in a world ruled by lions, and dragons, and wolves?

🏰 Where Iron Meets Flame by @fallinglikethis

(T, 14k, magic) Louis is a knight in training that emphatically doesn't believe in magic, Harry is a mage with confidence issues.

🏰 Knight Changes by graceling_in_a_suit / @graceling-in-a-suit

(M, 10k, bog man) Louis has a promise to keep and a curse to break for a man in a bog. Niall, Liam, and Zayn are along for the ride. The real friends are the dragons we slay along the way.

🏰 The Rose and the Stag by lonelymisfit / @l0nelymisfit

(E, 10k, Game of Thrones) A medieval AU where Louis is heir to the throne and Harry is a knight who fights for more than just his lord’s victory.

🏰 The Bandits of Sherwood Forest by foreverfanficaddict / @chaotic-bells

(T, 8k, Robin Hood au) Louis Tomlinson and his band of merry men were the people’s only hope. They robbed from the rich to feed the poor, and were beloved by all of England during these terrible times.

🏰 These High Walls, they came up short by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 7k, hybrid au) Simon, he assumes, is thinking back to the days he likes to tell Harry about; the days when the abbey was teeming with life and community. They needed to be a united force then, surely. But now— now it’s just the two of them. 

🏰 My Sun and Stars, Moon of my Life by @ohharold

(M, 7k, Game of Thrones) Harry was used to the luxuries of Kings Landing and then Pentos but when his brother is desperate for the crown he is entitled to, Harry must be part of an arranged marriage to a ruthless Khal of a Dothraki tribe.

🏰 Had Enough of Silly Love Spells by learnthemusic

(T, 7k, Merlin au) A Merlin AU in which Harry, Court Sorcerer, slips a love potion into King Louis' sleeping draught in hopes of awakening his true feelings for Harry. It goes wrong and Harry puzzles over how to get things back to how they used to be.

🏰 Settle Soft and Follow Thee by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, pagan gods)  He’s never met a deity himself, not even a member of the fae, but if he did, he thinks the inbetween time would be when it happens. 

—Rare Pairs—

🏰 Spark by unfortunate17

(E, 42k, Zayn/Liam) a Game of Thrones AU that lacks all the death and sorrow, where Zayn is Daenerys Targaryen and Liam is Khal Drogo

🏰 my crown is in my heart by carissima

(M, 30k, Liam/Harry) After several attempts on the royal family’s lives, a knight’s tournament is held to find Prince Harry’s future husband to rule beside him when he becomes king. 

#ficrec #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #trackinghome #hltracks #1dsource #tracksintheam

[miupow]

OKAY WAIT WAIT WAIT CUZ THIS SUBBY CRAVE GYU TALK IS REMINDING ME OF AN ASK I ALMOST SENT YOU A WHILE AGO okay so have you seen/read game of thrones?? in the beginning when daenerys gets married off to big violent mean scary drogo, all he does at first is expect her to wait in the tent for when he’s ready to fuck, instantly getting her on her hands and knees, no questions asked… until she decides to take initiative and forces him to lay down before mounting him and so that man gets ridden for the first time in his life and LOVES it and then they fall in love but anyway THIS WITH CRAVE GYU !!!!!!!!!! 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

don’t even get me started on the nightmares.. his past female alpha treated him like complete scum but when he falls apart under you, he knows that it’s different and suddenly you feel safe to him

THIS IS INSANE honestly drogo/daenerys makes me think more of barbarian!taehyun more than any of the other boys… i’m weak for big buff wild man tyun okay :33

but this concept for crave gyu… ugh just mc having enough of it and dominating him so fully.. but she’d be so sweet with him still 😭😭 stroking his hair n telling him how good he’s being while she bounces on his knot 😭😭 i need to be institutionalized

turning crave gyu into a submissive puppyboy… wake up everyone new plotline dropped im not letting go of this

#lia's hard hours 🔥 #nightly.crave #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #nightly.nsfw #nightly.beomie #📥.requests #📥: mj!!💟

[hikarimiyanaga]

The Queen's Bride (Part 3)

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Taglist : @kelloggs4cereal

Sorry for not updating immediately, holidays are crazy here and I have writer's block.

You come home to Catelyn and Ned Stark waiting for you in the mansion's living room.

"Mother. Father." You greet them. Ned scoffs as you bow respectfully at them.

"You are late." He points out and you clench your fist.

"I apologize for the tardiness, Father." 'Never mind the fact that you literally just called me an hour ago.' You bow and he waves away your apology.

"Your mother has prepared a suit for you in your room. Go change and behave yourself at the gala. Understood?" You nod then bow at him.

"Of course."

"Go." He waves you away and you go up to your room. Thankfully, everyone else is asleep so you go straight to your room and change into the white suit with a gray bowtie. Your house's colors.

You go down and see only Catelyn waiting for you.

"Y/N. You look dashing, daughter." You nod as she pretends to fix your tie.

"Thank you, ma." You smile sadly at her as you pull away. "I'll be going now."

Catelyn can only watch as you go into your car and drive away.

She didn't want this. She didn't even want to disturb your day.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop him."

-

You arrive at the gala and sigh. Galas for the nobility of the Westeros Conglomerate are quite common. There's like one every week. But not everyone has to attend. Not you, at least.

"Finally arrived. You are late." Robb greets and you roll your eyes at him.

"Shut up." You punch his shoulder and he grins at you.

"Thank the gods that you arrived." He holds out a glass of champagne and you take it.

"You need saving?" You ask as you down the champagne.

"Desperately. Every mother wants me to marry their daughter." You laugh at that.

"Never mind that most of them are still underage, right?" He glares at you as the both of you go inside.

"Asshole." You just grin in return and was about to get another glass when someone holds your wrist.

"Finally." Your eyes widen as Daenerys smiles at you. "You are late."

"What? I-I didn't know I was-"

"Supposed to attend? I suppose not. But this is an heir's birthday gala." You look at Robb who was just smiling at you.

"We have him." You point at your older brother and Daenerys nods.

"I suppose so. But still, remember the plan?"

"Plan? We have one? You only gave me rules."

"Yeah. But we have one plan." She pulls you closer. Enough that you can smell her scent. You realize that she smells like sandalwood.

"W-what?" She pulls away and fixes your collar.

"We need to convince everyone that we're in love."

"We do?"

"Yes. I don't this to become just another arranged marriage."

"But it is." She smiles at you.

"Yes. But we can pretend that it's not."

"Why?"

"Too many questions, Y/N." You clear your throat and hold out your arm to her. She smiles as she gets your hand and pulls it to her waist instead. "This is better." She explains and you just nod as you blush profusely. You look at Robb who was smirking at you.

"Good luck." He mouths and you flip him off. He laughs as he goes inside the gala.

"Remember. Look at me like you're in love with me."

"Of course. Can I ask just one question?"

"Sure."

"Are you in love?" She smiles at you.

"That's a secret." She then pulls you inside.

-

You sigh as you get inside the bathroom.

You've been talking to other people for about an hour and you are exhausted. Specially with everyone's snickers and whispers.

"How could a Stark like her have a Targaryen as a fiancé?"

"Isn't she the Omega of the Starks? Did she get lucky?"

"How did Ned convince King Aerys???"

You run a hand through your face and look at the mirror.

"Fuck this gala!" You shout and flinch as a stall opens.

"I agree. Hi, Y/N." Ellaria says and you sigh in relief.

"Ellaria. Is Oberyn around?"

"Yes. He accepted because he wanted free drinks. Why are you here?"

"Ask my Father." You groan as you wash your hands.

"Your father really does control your life, doesn't he?" You glare at her. "How about your training? Does he know?"

"He doesn't. I doubt he'll approve."

"Even though Master Syrio has approved and even recommended you?"

"Yes. Even if fucking Ser Barristan can recommend me, I doubt he'll give a shit."

"Your father is so strict when it comes to you but your brother and sisters has freedom."

"Do they? Do any of us?" You laugh at your own question. "Sometimes I think about running away from all of this."

"Westeros?"

"Everything." Ellaria sighs at your defeated sigh.

"I am not Oberyn. But there is one thing I know. You are one of the most honorable people here. You have to survive." You smile at her then look at the mirror as she leaves.

"Survive? But I-" You clench your fists. "I want to live."

-

You come back to the gala and see that Daenerys is charming yet another group of people. You look around and see Robb talking to a woman. You smile as he lights up as she talks.

"Robb has finally taken a liking to a woman, eh?" You shiver and back away. "Don't be like that, Stark. I know that you're friends with Tyrion." You glare at Jaime.

"Exactly. Tyrion. Not you, ass-hat." He chuckles at the insult then looks at you.

"I heard that your fiancé is showing you off."

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"I actually wanted to marry you, you know?" You shiver at that and you clench your fists as you look at him. "I needed you as shield."

"Why because you're fucking your own-" He quickly covers your mouth and you push him away.

"Shut your mouth, Stark!" He dumps his glass on you and you clench your fist at him. "That's right, stay down, fucking dog."

Daenerys comes to your side then glares at Jaime.

"What happened here?" She asks with an angry tone but you stay quiet. You know what the consequences are if you ever messed with an heir. Specially a Lannister one.

"It was an accident, dear princess." Jaime says and you sigh. "She bumped into me and I didn't budge."

"Really?" She asks you and you look away. You stand and Robb is there, ready to punch Jaime. He was growling but you hold him back.

"Robb, stop." You plead. "It was an accident."

"Like hell it is! I saw him!"

"Robb! Stop!" You clench his suit and he looks at you. You were shaking. "It's not worth it." You push him gently. "I'm not worth it." He glares at Jaime as he guides you.

"This is not over, Lannister." Jaime just smiles as you and Robb leave. He escorts you to your car and gets inside.

"What- your car?"

"I can just get it later. Hop inside." You sit inside the passenger side and sigh. You look at the gala and don't even see Daenerys. She didn't even follow to make sure you were okay. Robb drives away and you take off your jacket.

"Why the fuck did you stop me? That asshole deserves a punch."

"And Father will get angry at you?" He flinches at that and you sigh. "It's not worth it."

"But he pushed you!"

"Robb. Stop. I'm begging you." You get a towel from the bag inside your car and dry yourself with it. "Who was the woman you were talking to?"

"Oh. You saw me?" You hum as you get your phone.

"Yeah."

"Her name's Talisa. She's a doctor."

"Talisa what?"

"Maegyr. She's from Volantis."

"Ah. She's far from home."

"She is. She said Westeros had the best school for medicine so."

"She came here. And she stayed? Is she okay?" Robb laughs at that.

"She said she really liked the place." You chuckle.

"But not the people, huh?"

"No." You both laugh.

-

You wake up in your own apartment and pajamas. After you got home was all a blur. You look around and there was a note from Robb.

Text me when you wake up.

You get your phone and see that it's Sunday. Good. No classes.

You groan and stand from your bed. You get your phone and text a quick 'I'm fine' to Robb. You get ready for the day.

As you finish up your shower, you get a text.

It was Daenerys.

Dani : Are you okay? I'm sorry that I couldn't check up last night. Everyone asked me about us.

You : And? What did they ask about?

Dani : Mostly why I was with you.

You : What did you say?

Dani : That it was a secret. This is just a soft launch after all. We need to keep them in suspense.

You : Got you.

Dani : That Lannister talked to me too.

You : What?

Dani : He said that you are hanging out with his brother which is how he knew you.

You : Ah. Yeah. Tyrion. He's a friend.

Dani : Do you like Tyrion?

You raise an eyebrow at her text.

You : What are you talking about?

Dani : He insinuated that the both of you were "special friends".

You : Special because I'm the rare omega and Tyrion's the rare dwarf. I'm gay, Daenerys.

Dani : Oh. Good to know.

You hum as you put down your phone and get yourself some coffee.

-

You were just lazing around and watching some TV when Jon barges in and looks at you.

"Y/N!" He shouts then hugs you. You push him away and glare at him.

"Personal space, asshole!"

"The date went great!" He ignores your complain. "She was so pretty and cute! We're a match made in heaven!" You glare at him.

"And? Why are you telling me this instead of, I don't know, mating with her?" He blushes and you laugh at him. "Jon Stark! You're a grown ass man! Is the idea of mating with to-" He throws a pillow to your face cuts you off, it was a good thing that you had fast reflexes and you block it with your hand.

"Stop saying that!" You laugh at his blush.

"Seriously? Mating is nothing to be ashamed of, Jon."

"I know that! But I- I-" He groans as he sits besides you.

"You what? Never saw yourself doing it?"

"Technically?" You hum and stand from the couch, you get inside your room and after a few minutes, you come back out with several books in your arms. You settle the books on the coffee table.

"Read up." Jon takes the first book and reads it's title.

'Sex for Dummies.'

"What the fuck?" Despite saying that, he still opens it and reads.

"Planned on giving these to Sansa. Then Arya, and the boys."

"Why?"

"Better me than Father." Jon looks blankly at you.

"Right." He stands from the couch and scoops up the books. "How long can I borrow these for?"

"Two weeks max. Sansa is going to find out her second gender tomorrow."

"What do you think it will be?" You shrug.

"I hope she'll be a beta." Jon nods in agreement and leaves your apartment. You sigh. "I really hope she is."

-

A/N:

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