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raz-writes-the-thing · 1 month

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Gaze of the Moon (HOTD One-Shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You and your wife, the Princess Rhaenyra steal a moment of peace together as you prepare for the coming birth of your child.

Fic type: fluff, romance, reflection

A/N: I had intended for this to be fem!reader x Rhaenyra but it wound up GN. This is also for @hotd-bigbang's March 11th prompt.

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"Did you know of that tale?" You asked softly, brushing your wife's hair back behind her ear as she lay against you in the moonlight. "About the second moon who cracked open from the heat of the sun and let the dragons out?"

Your wife let out a deep breath, the back of her skull pressing into your shoulder as she leaned back against you to peer out at the sky- up at the full moon above. She was gorgeous tonight. Radiant, round- both wife and moon.

The silver rays caught in Rhaenyra's loose hair, free tonight from tight braids and silk ribbons. The way you knew she preferred it. She'd been a wild child who'd grown into a proper lady, though you knew she yearned for the freedom of manhood. If she were a man, things would be easier. You both knew this but didn't care to dwell on it. There was no changing what was.

Rhaenyra hummed, eyes catching in the moon's gaze.

"I'm sure I remember my father telling me such a story once," she affirmed softly, lip twitching ever-so-slightly into the ghost of a smile. Your wife spent so much time stone-faced under the watchful eyes of the court vultures that even in the privacy of your own quarters she sometimes had trouble letting the cracks through. You treasured each of them like jewels as they deserved to be. "I used to stay up late into the eve and watch the moon- waiting for her to split and for the night to grow dark save for the fire of dragon's breath,' she admitted, eyes drawing closed as she thought on the memories.

"Perhaps one day, my dear wife," you said, pressing a kiss to her head before allowing your own to lean back against the cold, stone wall behind you. "Tell me, what is High Valyrian for 'moon'?"

You'd been learning her family's language for some time now, and you were certainly getting there. It was just that you preferred to hear the words from Rhaenyra's tongue. And truly, who could blame you when her voice had such royal lilt? Her voice was a balm for the mind. Or your mind, at the very least. You could listen to her speak for an age and then some.

"Hūra," Rhaenyra replied, a soft knowing smirk on her lips. You repeated it back to her, testing the syllables on your tongue. You liked the way it sounded, the way it felt. You reached a hand around her to brush over her swollen belly, round with child.

"If we have a daughter," you said thoughtfully, "Hūra is a nice name, do you not think?" Your fingers danced over her belly, and you both let out a laugh when you felt the babe kick from within her. Rhaenyra's hand joined yours, squeezing comfortingly. You hastily added, "It is not a traditional name, but I like it."

"Princess Hūra Targaryen," Rhaenrya breathed, opening her eyes to peer at her belly. "It does have a ring to it," she agreed, "and if the little one's restlessness is anything to speak of, the babe likes it, too."

You both lapsed into silence for a while, enjoying the light of the moon, the glint of the stars and the sounds of the night. It was quiet at this hour. Your favourite hour. What else could you possibly want for than this? A loving wife in your arms, a babe on the way, a flask of wine to share and the gaze of the moon on you?

"I suppose it is only fair you get to name one of our children," she said after a while. You'd almost thought her asleep in your arms with how quiet she'd been. "Why not the first. Get it out of the way, hmm?" She teased. "What if the babe is a boy?"

You chuckled softly, flicking at her arm in reply to her jape.

"Thank you, wife. Your generosity knows no bounds. I do not think the bairn is a boy, but if he is, I am quite fond of Vēzos. Best keep with the theme."

"One has to wonder where this sudden passion for celestial names has come from, my love," Rhaenyra mused. "Perhaps we will have twins. The Maester did say it was a possibility. Hūna and Vēzos. Moon and Sun-" Rhaenyra shifted uncomfortably as the babe wriggled under her skin. "I like it."

"Strong names," you added, brushing your fingers through her hair softly, aiming to detangle the few knots that caught in your fingers. "Compassionate names. Perfect for bairns destined for greatness."

You suddenly found yourself hoping for twins. A boy and a girl. Siblings to grow up together and protect each other from the horrors that lay dormant in the realm. You could picture them, age three or perhaps four, playing hide and seek in the gardens. Ages ten and four by their mothers' side on the throne. Ages nine and ten crowned joint heirs to the throne. Ages four and thirty sitting side by side on the throne. Ruling, together. Sun and Moon, over their kingdom. Their birth-right. Protecting each other and keeping each other in check. What was best for the kingdom.

The thought filled you with pride. Oh, yes, you hoped for twins. It wouldn't be long now until Rhaenyra was due. Within a month, most likely. It was part of the reason you both were staying up late at night and enjoying the peace. Once Rhaenyra commenced and completed her labours, there wouldn't be much room for peace and quiet.

And yet, you couldn't wait. You didn't like the thought of your lady-wife in pain, but the thought of your quiet chambers filled with the sounds of a babe or two growing big and strong was perhaps motivating enough for you to bear the thought of her pain. You'd be by her side no matter what, of course. Fuck the Maesters and midwives. This was your wife, your babe. You would be there to support her until she asked you to leave.

"We should retire to bed," Rhaenyra broke your thoughts as she began shifting to stand. "We both need our rest for the day to come. I believe we are making arrangements for catering after the birth."

Ah, yes. The feast the King was insisting upon for the birth of his Grand-Sire. As the birth grew closer, more plans needed to be set. Catering, colours, floral arrangements, gifts for the babe. So many things that Rhaenyra and yourself were set to arrange. You may have enjoyed setting the festivities up, but Rhaenyra would be more than happy to sit out if she could.

You hadn't told Rhaenyra yet, but you'd made arrangements with the cooks to send for the ingredients to make Rhaenyra's favourite sweets. Ones she had not had since she were near a babe herself. The rest of the food, however, you both needed to settle on. A job for tomorrow, quite clearly.

You supported her as she stood, following behind. You stretched out the muscles in your arms and legs, creaking with complaint. You could only imagine how Rhaenyra felt. You left the balcony door open to the bedchambers as you helped your wife shift out of her gown.

Once she was settled into the sheets, Rhaenyra let out a sigh of relief. The bed took the weight off her body and allowed her to settle in. You followed, pressing up against her back to keep her warm against the slight chill of the night.

Rhaenyra took your hand and rested it against her belly. You felt any of your remaining troubles melt away for the moment and pressed a kiss to the back of Rhaenyra's neck.

"Good night, my love," you whispered softly, rubbing your thumb over the silky material of her nightdress. "Sleep well, little one."

You drifted off to the sound of Rhaenyra's soft breathing and the quiet chatter of insects out in the gardens below your balcony, dreaming of the bairns to come, and a life well lived.

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sleepparalysisdemon112 · 1 year

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Tension

A/N sorry not Aemond but I have a massive crush on Rhaenyra sooo

Warnings: made up house, some unrealistic things for this time period (keyword FICTION) just fluff I mispelled Rhaenyra so many times..

Pairing fem!reader x Rhaenyra

Summary: Ever since you two met, you’ve always been more than friends

Maybe it was the lingering stares, the feeling in your stomach whenever your hands touched, or the way you always wanted to be together, but it was apparent to you both that you were more than typical friends. I mean Rhaenyra had always been friends with Alicent and they had always been close, but it wasn’t like this, was it normal? Was it wrong? But to be honest with yourselves neither of you really cared.

You were at Kings Landing with your father on business, you had met Rhaenyra two months ago and instantly you knew you had some new type of feeling for her, it was something you had never felt before, but she made butterflies flutter in your stomach, made your skin hot, and a smile always rested on your face whenever you two talked or even looked at each other.

When you first met Rhaenyra you were by yourself in the training grounds using your custom-welded sword against a shredded dummy for training, in your house, it was normal for girls to train with sword and shield simply to know the skill in case of ever needed their own protection in, which was rare but her father saw it to be a useful skill.

Rhaeynra was passing through simply enjoying the outside of the castle when she saw you, swinging your sword not paying attention to the princess now stopped observing. Unlike you, Rhaenyra was not familiar with women practicing such skills, but she was overtaken with intrigue and desire to join. When you stopped to take a break you finally laid your eyes on her. You were enchanted for what felt like hours of staring at eachother but only a few seconds, Rhaeynra was the first to speak, “Might I know you?” you smiled hearing her voice, “I’m y/n I come from Windswest, princess” You bowed your head and she smiled, “Do you practice sword and shield where you are from?” she questioned genuinely curios, “Oh yes it’s a typical skill for us. Would you like to join? There are some wooden swords over there,” you pointed to the wooden rack holding the trainee swords,” I can teach you whatever you’d like,” Rhaenyra agreed, and that was the beginning of it all.

The two of you were inseparable spending all of your time together whenever you came to visit, riding your dragons, reading tales under the trees in godswood, gossiping about the other lords and ladies, making flower crowns, and sometimes just basking in each other's company.

Alicent warned Rhaenyra about you, saying the way you looked at Rhaenyra wasn’t normal and that you seemed to be a bad example but Rhaenyra dismissed her and ran to your company whenever you were around.

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Landing your dragon at the landing space you gently rubbed the base of her neck before jumping down and petting the rest of her long red neck, “That waterfall looked incredible we must visit one day,” You said taking off your gloves as you approached Rhaenyra, “I would love too whenever I’m allowed to get out of the castle,” she rolled her eyes as you giggled and she looked at you and her smile grew.

“Change and meet you at the Godswoods?” you inquired fixing down the flyaways on your head. “Of course,” she removed her gloves as the two of you walked together.

You had changed out of your gear into a simple silk purple dress and you rested under the tree you always went to waiting for Rhaenyra, when she arrived she was in one of her simple yellow dresses, but she still never failed to be the most beautiful woman you ever did see, when she sat she began talking to you about how her father was trying to sell her off and how she didn’t want to marry, “I know, I know, and trust me, I also wouldn’t want to be forced into a marriage but once you are married I’m sure it won’t be as bad you still will get to do whatever you like,” You looked down at her resting her head on your shoulder.

“But I will not, I will no longer have the time to be here with you I’ll have to be with my cunt of a husband,” you only giggled, but took her comment about you to heart, to you, you were overthinking her words and wondering if she felt the same about you as you did her.

You had finally learned that these feelings were normal, but not excepted, your friend from home had taken you to a brothel and there were many women hidden in alleyways appreciating each other as men and women do, but you still were unsure if Rhaenyra even saw you as nothing but a friend.

“Rhaenyra,” you spoke lowly, the time seemed right the wind was blowing slightly the sun was shining the birds in the godswood were talking it was like the setting of one of the epics the two of you read,”Y/n,” she sat her head up looking at you and instantly your breathe caught in your throat, she had been this close to you so many times but it never failed to make you stop in your tracks, it made you blush and made you want her, even more, each time.

“Is there anyone that you really want to be with?” you asked just trying to see if she had already fancied someone, “Yes, you, I just told you,” she smirked, “No I mean, romantically, “Yes but, I can’t,” something sparked inside you your mind racing at all of the possibilities, “Rhaeynera if I tell you something will your promise not to be completely disgusted at me,”

“I swear it,” she rose her hand jokingly you could only weakly smile, “I have always gotten really nervous whenever I’m around you,” Rhaenyra’s face was puzzled, “Not in a way of displeasure, but in a way that uhm, boys and girls, do”

Her eyes and smile widen and she slowly placed her hand on your chin pulling you closer to her, before suddenly a gasp was heard on the side entrance of the Godswood, Alicent.

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marthawrites · 3 months

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A Not So Hidden Secret

Modern Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 2.6k+

About: Rhaenyra discovers something in the bedroom that you, admittedly, forgot about, but didn't want her to know about!

Includes: This is mostly porn with some general plot to set things up. So, SMUT. Featuring established relationship, soft dom Rhae vibes, praise, sex toys (nipple clamps and vibrators) pushing reader out of her comfort zone, minor pain play, reader receiving oral sex, overstimulation, after care, fluff

Note: Hello lovely reader! Rhaenyra's age isn't specified in this fic, so you can read it with either "younger" (milly alcock) or "older" (emma d'arcy) Rhaenyra. I wrote it with older Rhae in mind, but how you read it is up to you! Reader is non-descript. As always, please enjoy!

“When were you going to tell me about these, sweetling?” Rhaenyra asked as she came out of your shared bedroom and sat on the couch with you. Casually, she pulled your foot into her lap so she could idly trace over the lower portion of your leg. She held something in her hand and if you could see her you’d see a sly little grin on her face.

Her soft voice–filled with amusement–barely registered as you read your book. Turning the page, you didn’t bother to stop as you asked, “hm?”

She’d sat down on the opposite end of the couch where you laid to read, and you felt the cushions dip as she shifted over you. Straddling your hips, she pushed the book down so your attention was on her and not whatever silly who-done-it you were currently reading. “I said, when were you going to tell me about these?” She held up a small clear plastic bag and realization hit you.

Oh hell–the nipple clamps!

“Where did you find those!?” You half-squeaked, face hot with embarrassment–and maybe a teeny bit of guilt for not telling her.

Rhaenyra’s eyes danced with curious humor. “They weren't hidden. I went to wear some of your fluffy socks I like and they were right on top of your dresser.”

It's true. They weren't hidden.

Yours and Rhaenyra’s relationship had been going strong for nearly two years now, and when she invited you to move in you practically screamed with joy. She was an absolute delight and treated you so well–and you, her! She lived in a beautiful townhouse in upscale King’s Landing that Viserys likely pulled a couple stings to make happen. But, Rhaenyra had always been his favorite child and there wasn't anything he'd skimp on for her. You’d been living together for almost six months. You didn’t hide anything from her–you had no reason to–and she didn’t hide anything from you. But these damn nipple clamps?

You looked between her eyes as tension coiled in your belly. Heat still lingered in your cheeks and you hoped she couldn’t see it. Biting your lip sheepishly, you said, “I can explain!”

She smirked. She had a dimple in her cheek and it was on full display. “Something I’m quite eager to hear about.”

You ran a hand down your face covering the giggle her words elicited from you. “Okay okay, so…,” you started, looking up at her as demurely as you could. “Remember when I bought that toy a month or so back?”

“Mm-hm,” she answered, dimple deepening.

“Well when I checked out apparently I spent enough to earn a ‘free gift’ if I wanted. So, I thought, what the heck! and clicked yes. I was hoping for maybe a tiny vibe or something, ya know? One of those cute ones that looks like lipstick or something,” you giggled again, blushing deeper. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed talking to your girlfriend about this sort of thing–you both loved toys!–but sometimes you did feel a wave of embarrassment talking about them outside of the bedroom.

Rhaenyra hummed in acknowledgment. “I see,” she said. “And when you opened your box and saw these… did you try them on?” Her voice was lower, now, a feminine husk that tickled along your senses in the most wicked ways. Amusement still glinted in her eyes, too, and made them all the more lovely.

You shook your head, exclaiming, “no! They freaked me out a little, honestly!” You wish you would have thrown the stupid things away. Or at least hid them! Tension shuddered up and down your spine. Warmth began to slowly spread outward from your center, and you were glad you weren’t straddling her. If you were, she'd know exactly what she was doing to you. Being beneath her gaze like this shouldn't affect you in such a way, but… it did. “I haven’t even opened them!”

She laughed. Lowering, she kissed you and purred, “and here I thought I ruined a surprise you had for me.”

With her lips on yours any teasing retort you might have said flew out the window. The initial playfulness of her kiss shifted to something deeper, hungrier. Breaking away from it, you pouted, “sorry for disappointing you,” with a tiny grin of your own.

One of her hands pushed up beneath the front of your shirt, causing the material to bunch the higher she went. She felt your ribs hitch and she hummed against your mouth, delighted. Going higher still, she palmed over the swell of your sports bra covered breast and that hum turned into an appreciative moan. “I know a way to make it up to me,” she suggested, fingers splaying wide as she brushed over the fullness of your breasts.

Your breath started to come quicker and the liquid warmth between your thighs grew needier. “Oh yeah?” You asked, spine arching up into her touch. Your own hands pushed up the tops of her thighs until your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her biker shorts and snapped it teasingly against her waist.

“Yeah. You can try them on now. For me. You’ll let me clamp those pretty nipples, won’t you?” Her voice might have tilted slightly with the question, but there was no question about it.

Yes, yes, yes.

Biting your lip, you nodded as you looked up at her. “Okay, yeah. Let’s do it.”

The expression she gave you was purely feline. Rolling off you, she offered you her hand. “In our room,” she said, tilting her head in its direction.

A trail of strewn clothes littered the space between the living room and bedroom, and Rhaenyra didn’t even bother to close the curtains as she stepped right between your legs when you sat on the edge of the bed. The townhouse was two-stories high and with the position of the window, as well as the arrangement of your room, there was an extremely low chance of anyone seeing anything. She looked down at you and traced the back of her hand over your jaw before sliding her thumb over your mouth. “Those eyes are so pretty looking up at me like this,” she cooed. “My perfect girl.”

Shivers filled your body at her praise. “Nyra…,” you whined, blushing yet again, doing your best to not turn your face away from her in flustered embarrassment.

“My sweet girl still feeling shy about her little secret?” Rhaenyra asked as she opened the plastic bag, pulling the chained clamps out. It clanked softly in the quiet room. “Ooh, these can get really tight,” she said as she showed you the pinch of the clamp. “Let’s loosen those a bit, yeah?” She asked amusedly as she twisted the screw looser on each.

The tips were covered in a brightly colored smooth rubber, and you assumed it was for the comfort of the wearer. Anticipation fizzed in your belly as you watched Rhae. She only wore her underwear, as did you, and it somehow made the setting all the more intimate.

“There,” she breathed, testing the tightness on the tip of her pinky. “Ready?

Gulping–and unintentionally squirming–you nodded. “I am.” Still sitting, you leaned back on your hands and the position allowed you to easily arch your spine as you offered your breasts to her. You watched as she clipped one on. You gasped. Once she clipped the second on you gasped sharper.

Leaning down, Rhaenyra kissed you softly. “Good girl,” she whispered against your lips. “How do they feel?”

You looked down the front of your chest, and Rhaenyra took the moment to inspect her work, too; electricity charged the bedroom’s air. Your nipples were pinched tight and the very tips of them buzzed. “Feels weird,” you giggled, still trying to wrap your head around the strange sensation. “It doesn’t hurt-hurt but it sort of hurts.” You realized how silly it sounded as soon as you said it. “Think they’ll fall off?” You asked, shimmying your shoulders in a way that sent your tits swaying just slightly. The little chain rattled and somehow that made you feel all the more dirty about it.

“Fuck,” she hissed beneath her breath, watching. “God, you have the sexiest tits. Can’t believe you let me clamp them. You are the loveliest gem,” she said before she was on your mouth again. The kiss was immediately hot and heavy, desperate in a way that made you sink your fingers into her half-messy updo, stray little curls framing her face. With a soft moan she pushed you back, careful to not disturb the clamps or chain too much.

Laying on your back, you wrapped your legs around Rhaenyra’s waist and kissed her with fervor. “Think I want them off now,” you admitted, really starting to feel the pain of them.

She hushed you. “Shh, no, not yet, sweetling. You’re doing very well. They hurt?”

You nodded, looking up into her desire glazed eyes with your softened doe eyes.

“Let me show you how sweet the pain can make the pleasure,” she said, expression turning sweetly wicked. Without giving you any time to ask questions or protest, she slid down the front of your body until she laid between your thighs. In a single sweeping movement she tugged your panties off; those things didn’t stand a chance. She groaned as she saw how wet you were, how ready your body was, how responsive you’ve been to this new experiment. “Fucking hell, love,” she rasped. “You could take my strap right now without any prep. You are so fucking wet.”

A hazy fog already began to settle in your brain. Anticipation, emotions, and sensations sent your hips squirming in need. You made a little sound in response to her words, but no actual words came out of your mouth. She hadn’t even started on you yet and already she rendered you to an unintelligible mess.

Her arms wrapped around your thighs and positioned you just how she wanted, and she instantly dragged her tongue up the fullness of your center. She lapped full lazy licks up your slit, catching and kissing your clit at the top of each stroke, before doing it all over again.

And again.

Your hands flew down to her hands squeezing into your thighs, and you squeezed atop them as she devoured your pussy. Too much. It was already too much. How was it already too much? “Oh my god..!” You breathed, gasping, a tight coil of pleasure already threatening to snap in those low muscles of your belly. “H-holy fucking shit…!”

Rhaenerya planned to murder you. Truly.

She moaned into you and didn’t stop. She gently drew your swollen clit into her mouth and slid her tongue over it, feeling your thighs begin to shudder around her. She alternated between licking and sucking–even kissing the bud when she thought you needed to catch a full breath–until your hands were in her hair.

“God! N-Nyra..! I’m gonna co-,” and before you could finish whimpering out those final words, she shattered you. Orgasm rolled over you in warm waves of bliss. Still, she never stopped, and you rode it out until it threatened to crest into a second peak and become painful.

It was then, and only then, that she stopped and looked up at you, panting almost as much as you were. “You taste so fucking good. Stay right here, I’m not done with you yet.” She slipped off the bed and walked over to your dresser, going right for the drawer you kept all your toys. Picking out a vibrator she knew you loved–its width and shape always making quick work of you–she smiled like a succubus. Crawling back between your legs, she once again didn’t give you time to protest before turning it on. “Don’t even think about taking those clamps off.”

You opened your mouth to say something in retort but the second you did you felt–and saw–Rhaenrya begin to push that big vibrator into your clenching, soaked, needy fucking pussy. Your eyes rolled closed when she seated it fully inside you. Tension instantly returned to your core and you barely covered your mouth in time to muffle an overstimulated cry. The muscles of your abdomen flexed and tightened, hips stuttering, as bliss threatened to push you over the edge.

God you fucking loved this thing.

“If only you could see yourself right now,” Rhaenrya cooed as she watched you from below, able to see not only your saturated cunt as she pumped the toy in and out of you, but also see up your belly to your breasts, and your blissed out face above those. “You are so lovely. So perfect. So fucking sexy and dirty.”

“P-please! Too much. Too much,” you gasped, still shuddering and clenching on your vibrator.

She smirked like the devil himself as she leaned forward and began to lavish your clit with her tongue and lips once again. She held the vibrator inside you, keeping it in place and not letting it squeeze out from your clenching depths. Nor did she pump it in and out of you. She simply kept it there. Deep. Buzzing away inside your perfect walls on one of its highest settings. She let all those inner muscles do the work as she ate your clit.

If you thought the first (or was it two?) orgasm was too much, this one really was. A strangled cry left your throat as blinding pleasure pulsed through every single nerve-ending in your body. Molten lava consumed you. You were weightless. Formless. Your hips spasmed beneath her and you thought you might actually pass out.

Carefully, with one final kiss to your clit, she pulled the toy out from your overstimulated center. She turned it off and dropped it on the bed. She moved to lay beside you, kissing your cheek. With a much softer expression, she asked, “you okay?”

You hadn’t realized the intensity of your last orgasm caused more than physical release to flood you. Tears had gathered in your eyes and slid down your temples. It’s not that you were sad–not at all–but the sensation had been that intense. You couldn’t remember the last time this happened! The tears were short lived and as soon as you wiped them away, no more came. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered softly, voice thicker and more horse than you expected. “Holy shit. I’m more than okay,” you laughed, honestly dumbfounded at how your body could still be weightless and tingling. “I’m honestly fucking amazing right now.”

“Good,” she answered with a little giggle of her own. “I’m going to take the clamps off now, okay?”

You nodded, slowly coming back into yourself.

Once your nipples were free of the clamps, she tenderly kissed each one. “You did so, so very well. I’m beyond proud of you my sweet, perfect, lovely girl,” she said as she nuzzled soft kisses at the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your neck.

You tickled her face with kisses too, soaking in all of her sweet lovey words. “Pretty sure my soul is still coming back to my body, but, once it does I am so tackling the fuck outta you,” you proclaimed fiercely, wanting to give her even a fraction of what she had given you.

That got a laugh out of her. “Take your time, sweetling,” she winked. “I’m half starved. I’ll go order us dinner and be back in for said tackling. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed as you watched her walk out of the bedroom in only her panties, searching for her phone to call something in from one of your favorite restaurants.

By the time you were done giving thanks to your girlfriend for all the pleasure she gave you, dinner was cold on the front porch. But, even with that, it was still one of the best damn meals you'd had lately.

After dinner, you found your book on the couch again, and Rhaenyra flicked on the latest show she'd been binging–both of you sharing one really big, really soft, blanket.

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spookitapes · 1 year

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I posted 179 times in 2022

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#hotd - 28 posts

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#rhaenicent - 9 posts

#dreamcatcher - 8 posts

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Longest Tag: 119 characters

#thinking about how many medieval lesbians there were and how to deny their existence in medieval fantasy is ahistorical

My Top Posts in 2022:

Pretty Girl~Im Nayeon x black! fem! reader

Pairing: Nayeon x reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, romance, hurt and comfort

Summary: Nayeon cannot get enough of your beauty in the morning and you shyly accept all the love she gives you.

Word Count: 6, 655

Writer’s note: This was a quick one, sorry if it’s bad lol. Just wanted to get something done.

Warning: 18 + only beyond this point

The sun illuminated enough of it’s shine to get you to mumble and grog yourself out of deep slumber. Eyes still blurry, yet you couldn’t take your eyes away from the sight before you: your girlfriend, Im Nayeon laying directly beside you, her arm propped up on the pillow and dark, smoldering eyes boring into you. Your skin grew hot quickly against the coldness of sheets due to the crisp morning outside but Nayeon’s grin of course added to the already budding ember.

“Morning, pretty girl,” she said.

You smiled, even though the pit in your stomach and the fact that you still had your bonnet halfway on and your breasts nearly showing from how your sleep shirt road up your stomach. You tried adjusting yourself by pulling the bonnet up and your shirt down, but was stopped by Nayeon pushing your hands back to your sides.

“Mmh, don’t do that baby,” Nayeon said. She inched closer until the both of you were inches apart, inches away from her lips and the crop top she always knew drove you crazy. “Hi.”

“H-Hi,” you said, barely breathing because of how she bit her lip, eyes darting from your exposed belly and braless chest and lips. “Nayeon, it’s too early.”

Nayeon giggled. Her breath warm, tickling your skin as she trailed kisses down your throat while her hands acted in secret traces down your sides.

“Never. Too. Early. To. Be. Loved. Mwah,” she said between kisses. “Mmh, one of the marks I gave you is fading. Should I make it re-appear?”

You shivered at the thought, making Nayeon chuckle and rub down your sides where your stretch marks were more prominent. She could have kept kissing you, going in on that promise of birthing a new hicky but her eyes said otherwise. They said, let me take you in, a beauty that she always saw in you. It was something you had a hard time seeing, especially in the morning when your flaws had no where to tuck, run and hide.

“Do I look ok?” you said. You had to ask, since Nayeon was always critical of herself and sometimes your choices in brunch outfits. They were never to poke fun but ways of enhancing them and/or match with her. “I know how much you like a certain look.”

Nayeon pouted, cheeks puffed and chunky while moving down to play with your finger.

“You always look stunning, baby,” she said. “Is there something wrong with me? Looking at you like this?”

You hated whenever Nayeon got pouty and when she was right. Mornings weren’t your favorite, especially how puffy your face got, along with the lines from sleep, crust and not to mention breath. And Nayeon seeing you in your bonnet added to the self conscious weight that spiked you today as well.

“Y/N? You aren’t here,” Nayeon said with a giggle. “You can talk to me, I know how new this is. Us sleeping together, in the same bed that is. Waking up together.”

When she spoke, Nayeon wrapped her arms around your waist and gently stroking your back. Her features were still soft, eyes waiting for you patiently as they never left your own.

“Yeah, this is all new,” you said. “To be honest, I still feel a little weird about you seeing me so...not put together.”

Nayeon nodded, lightly scratching your back, urging you to continue.

“I noticed when I was putting my hair up and fixing it up for my bonnet, your stares,” you admitted. “I thought you might have not liked seeing me like that in the moment, like I wasn’t beautiful in that moment. So now I’m a little confused. Since I look extra crusty waking up.”

Another giggle left Nayeon as she put a hand underneath your chin.

“No, baby you don’t look bad or crusty,” she said. “You just, at that moment it was a bit different. I always question things about your hair especially, I just didn’t want to always ask. I know how much you do to maintain it and honestly I was confused by your routine but not in the way you’re thinking.”

“Really?” you said. “Well, what were you confused by?”

Nayeon pulled you closer so your foreheads touched.

“Why you didn’t do skincare with me last night,” she whined. “We should have done it together. I also wanted you to try this new lipstick I got! Maybe do the lipstick challenge, where you have to kiss me a lot!”

Your heart skipped a beat at her answer. Here you were worrying, you still do but Nayeon didn’t care about how you looked in that moment even though you still lingered on it. The lingering thoughts still bubbled up within you but you couldn’t help but get emotional at how domestic she wanted to be with you, even with how new your relationship was.

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Was This Vacation a Mistake?~Crazy Rich Asians (Astrid x black! fem! reader)~Part 2

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: After your dreamy run in with Astrid, you meet up with her again at a bachelorette trip as things escalate with your presence there around other young rich women. Luckily for you, Rachel and Astrid remain at your side, even when things look bleak.

Word Count: 2, 708

Author’s Note: Ya’ll it’s here after 7 million years. I’m sorry if it’s been awhile with other fics but I’m slowly but surely getting to them. Hope you guys enjoy this! Comment and let me know how it’s going. I published chapter 2 guys! 2022 starting right!

“I can’t believe Nick’s rich rich,” I said before flopping onto the massive bed you had in your own suite.

Rachel joined you, munching on a large cookie that was offered to the both of us as we returned to the hotel after an exhausting night. Of course Rachel was put on the spot as expected, but I’m still reeling from what happened to me. Was Astrid just being nice, or was she really--no. Ollie would have known, he’s the eyes and ears. Right?

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Rachel said.

I nodded a bit too quickly. Rachel flopped onto her back to stare me down with those deep, brown eyes that always saw through a white lie whenever they ran from me. A perk and curse for knowing someone since high school.

“What happened?” she said. “You haven’t spoken about it much. You hardly touched all that food Nick’s mother’s servants made either.”

I deflated at her words.

“A lot happened,” I admitted. “It’s along the lines of something you wouldn’t understand.”

Rachel nodded and rubbed my knee.

“I know, we may be the strongest minority alliance but--”

“We deal with a lot of different issues,” I said, finishing it.

The unspoken rule of what happens if we don’t feel like talking about a certain microaggression or something infuriating racist that occurs. We’d eventually talk about it and sometimes we don’t.

“Whatever it is, we can leave if you don’t feel safe,” Rachel said. She placed the remaining half of her cookie in it’s wrapper on the dresser to the right of the grand bed.

Her arms found themselves around me. I melted into the embrace while she rubbed my shoulders gently.

“I’m here all night,” Rachel said. “If anyone bothered you, you’d tell Nick right?”

I nodded against her chest.

“Yeah. You’re my best friend Rachel, I’d tell you too, it’s just,” I paused to gather my thoughts. “Someone came to my rescue, surprisingly.”

Rachel hummed and rocked us back and forth.

“Are you going to tell me who?” she asked.

“Yeah, don’t know if you know her,” I said. “But her name is Astrid. Nick’s cousin, I believe?”

Rachel jumped and gasped, nearly scaring me to death. I turned to see a smile on her face with teeth and all.

“Astrid? Sweet, beautiful Astrid?” she said.

“Um, yeah,” I said, trying not to grow flushed with her holding me like this. “Stunning in fact, gorgeous even. She’s got this beauty mark that’s--ah! I need to chill!”

Rachel’s mouth gaped open, eyes wide with a combination of shock and humor.

“You’ve got a crush.”

“No I don’t,” I said. Answered fast again, another lie Rachel saw through.

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Dreamcatcher Going to Pride with their Girlfriend Would Include...

Happy Pride month ya’ll! There will be more Dreamcatcher content soon! Also! Let me know if you’d like to see any individual fics based on this concept with any of the members. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

JiU/Minji

•She’d be so excited and happy for not only you but also the people around you who are enjoying pride and the festivities as well. Will be holding your hand the entire time, smiling and rubbing your back if you’re nervous.

• So much laughter and corny jokes from her than usual. While painting your face in glitter along with whatever color of flag you identify with/represent she showers you in compliments. With a dash of punny jokes

• “Y/N? Why is your hair so gorgeous? Such a mane right?”

“Thank you Ji. But why mane?”

“Cause looking at you and it makes me so prideful.”

• Minji would get so many stares and compliments from other gays, so much so that you’d get a bit jealous. It wasn’t just because of her beauty but of how friendly and open she was with them. Of course Minji told them she was happily taken, all the while taking you by the hand or waist, introducing you to them as your girlfriend.

• She’s mesmerized by the floats and would most definitely drag you to a drag show (lol).

• Would kiki with all the drag queens/kings as if they were friends for years and tip the extremely well.

• Kisses you whenever you both have moments to yourselves, thanking you for bringing her along and for having such love in her but also in your own self to celebrate this.

SuA/Bora

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My Sweet Girl~Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem! Velaryon! reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra x velaryon wife reader

Genre: Hurt and Comfort, Romance, Smut

Warnings: 18 + only ,smut, dirty talk, mommy kink, slight queen kink

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You’ve been distant from your wife, Rhaenyra ever since she was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, going back and forth from Driftmark to Kings Landing all while growing quiet at small council meetings. Rhaenyra decides to take matters into her own hands, flying you to Dragonstone with her to give of you the space you deserve while pleading with you to tell her what the issue is.

Writer’s note: This was going to be a short one shot but it got out of hand (as usual) but I hope ya’ll enjoy more Rhaenyra! There’s not enough fics of her on this site so, hope I could deliver. Please comment and tell me how I did! It would mean a lot, thank you.

The painted table of Dragonstone never ceased to astound you: Seven Kingdoms of Westeros perfectly accounted beautifully on a table, whether lit by the hyper orange plums of lava, or stark in the gloomy gray the island was known for. House Targaryen’s ancestral seat intrigued you. It wasn’t as grand as the stories you heard of old Valyria, yet it’s presence remained in it’s stony walls.

Just standing around the table Aegon the conqueror and his sister-wives cultivated radiated an ancient energy in the room, as if you could still feel them standing there, discussing their plans of overtaking Westeros.

It made you reflect of your own house, not as regarded as the Targaryens but still powerful; the Velaryon fleet was the greatest strength to the crown, something your father Corlys often raved about. Was that your strength? What made the Queen love you as much as she did to marry you and in turn caused so much chaos within the realm?

“If you wanted to stare at the painted table all day, you could have asked,” a voice said.

You hesitated. Rhaenyra’s voice was easygoing as it often was, yet you couldn’t help but feel shameful, leaving her in the dark for over a month, not confiding nor speaking with her except when it came to goodbye kisses and your occasional thoughts during council meetings. Rhaenyra was queen now. Her troubles within the realm were far more important than you, well, at least that’s what you believed until your lady wife coaxed you into going to Dragonstone with you. Syrax was always eager for rides, especially with her owner and the woman who made her rider the happiest--you. No chances of distractions on the Targaryen’s ancestral seat either: Rhaenyra’s children remained in Kings Landing and the guards you fared the journey too are outside, leaving you both alone to resolve whatever issue you had.

“My love, your mind is still in Kings Landing, maybe even at Driftmark,” Rhaenyra said. She stepped from the hallway and circled around the painted table, making it to your side. “I am here without distraction, not as Queen of the seven kingdoms but as your wife. What’s on your mind?”

Concern played at Rhaenyra’s face as she finally joined you at your side, slotting herself next to you while your eyes traced over the craved part of Dorne on the map.

“If I were ever a distraction to you or the governance of the kingdom, would you tell me?” you said. The grooves of the map felt bold in your fingers, tracing over it and your attention heavy on in instead of your wife. “If you wanted to make this marriage less restrictive, like you did with Laenor, would you?”

Rhaenyra’s hand found yours among the table, trapping the piece of Dorne thanks to both of your palms.

“You know I would, but the thought never crossed my mind,” she said. Her tone was low, yet sad, almost making you apologize then and there. “There is so restriction with you, my dear. Where is this coming from?”

Your attention remained drawn to the table. It was difficult being honest when your wife was this soft, tender and unfurled with brows up, you knew purple eyes smoldered deep to convey enough emotion to break you down. She had no clue of your emotions, it worried her to death, that was evident. Yet you couldn’t speak it. Your feelings shouldn’t get in the way; Rhaenyra was Queen, needed in Kings Landing not here trying to coax a whirlwind of insecurities out of you.

“Can you look at me, my love?” Rhaenyra said. She clasped her hand around yours, gave it a squeeze as she continued. “I need you here. Dorne is important, but not as important as what’s kept your mind occupied.”

You attempted to stray from her undivided attention on yourself; your eyes swept the map thrice over, but Rhaenyra tugged you until you were flush against her. Targaryen heat radiated from her, a feeling you knew too well.

“Please?” she whispered. She held your face, gently, finally guiding your attention on her soft, lilac eyes. “Whatever it is, I’ll stand steady and by your side as always but I need you to talk to me.”

Being fully immersed in the comfort and attention of your wife forced you to crumble instantly. Your hands slide up Rhaenyra’s body to play with the golden dragon lapels of her cloak, slightly rubbing against the curve of her breasts, something the Targaryen noticed then chuckled over.

“No distractions, remember, love?” she said. “At least until I hear your voice.”

“Fine,” you said. “Sometimes I wonder if I can offer more to you as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and as a Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra traced your cheeks with the pads of her thumb; she carefully trailed her hands down to your waist in order to hold you close.

“What do you mean, my dearest? You’ve offered so much to me,” Rhaenyra said.

“I know,” you whined. “But compared to your past loves: Harwin, and Daemon, even a different kind of love like Laenor. They were strong, powerful in a way like you, whether with a sword and shield or with dragon, they seemed most worthy of being at your side. While I--”

Rheanyra ceased the words from you, sealing them away with a kiss. A gasp bubbled its way through you before urging you to follow through to return the favor. Your wife’s arms wounded around you, tight enough to make you jump as her nails dug your skin through the fabric of your own cloak.

“I will not have any of that,” Rhaenyra whispered, nearly ghosting your lips with another kiss. “You may not have a dragon, that is true but you are still capable my sweet girl. Even still, you are of valyrian blood, dearest, I’m willing to try anything with you once Syrax lays another clutch of eggs.”

The way her lilac eyes shined showed you that she would hunt this idea to the ends of the realm for you. You didn’t want her to do that however, not for you. It felt as if you were still unworthy of her, her love or even the next clutch Syrax would or wouldn’t produce.

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My #1 post of 2022

Being Corlys’ Bastard Daughter in a Secret Relationship with Rhaenyra Would Include...

I started writing this weeks ago and recently finished. Kinda went ham on it, sorry if it got too long! I’m also working on fics about this concept so stay tuned. Also spoilers for House of The Dragon up to episode 7, Driftmark. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

• You were Laenor and Laena’s half sister, since you were Corlys’ bastard daughter but you were legitimized in his eyes once you came into adulthood.

• Rhaenys accepted you with open arms, seeing you as a daughter just as she saw Laena and Laenor as her children respectfully.

• You didn’t care much for lady-like duties, choosing to chase behind Laenor and the other knights of your house to train in sword and shield. Corlys had his issues with it of course, but as long as you did what you could to keep up appearances, he was fine. Rhaenys was there to teach you all about being a lady, while sharing much of the fierceness a Targaryen could hold.

• Like Laenor, you had different tastes to what was expected of you.

• You much preferred the company of the ladies of court as your father frequented Kings Landing as King Viserys’s master of ships. Being around other ladies of court wasn’t frown upon much, you were safe from rumors, unlike your brother Laenor, it was easy to navigate yourself through your specific tastes since close bonds between women of the court were common.

• It remained common as you could keep them, a few lingering smiles here and a few compliments there, until you met the crowned Princess herself, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

• She was betrothed to your brother Laenor but he didn’t see her like that, yet you did. The Princess noticed you, and complimented you accordingly:

“You’re just as pretty as your brother, Lady Y/N,” Rhaenyra said before kissing your hand.

• Laenor may have been her betrothed, but Rhaenyra spent much time with you: listening of your tales amongst the sea with your father while Rhaenyra told you stories of dragons, even mentioning that she’d like to take you on the back of Syrax if you’d like to.

• During Laenor and the Princess’s wedding, the both of you kept running into each other on the dance floor. Her eyes tracing your body as she moved from man to man, attention on the way the music took you.

• Kept a close eye on you until the violence began, going straight towards you, keeping you safe through all of chaos.

“I need to find my brother!” you said.

Rhaenyra shook her head, hands still holding yours.

“I must protect you for him, my lady.”

• You knew you had feelings for the Princess after she married Laenor. The ten years away from her while she was in Kings Landing and you on Driftmark made you crave for her presence again. So you wrote to her, along with Laenor and Laena, respectively as she was in Essos.

• Rhaenyra oft wrote back, telling of her children and how much she missed you. She detailed your beauty in her letters, joking about how she’d rather be the wife of another Velaryon than your brother.

• You gushed at the letter once it got to you, thinking over a fortnight of what to say back to the Princess. It was treason and down right wrong to think of Rhaenyra in a nonplatonic way yet the Princess’s words drew you with so much tenderness inside.

• Rhaenyra’s letters kept arriving, wondering when you’d get back to her: both physically and by letter. You didn’t mean to leave her in the dark, but after hearing about her relations with Harwin and how she adored him saddened you. You wished to be the sole love she adored.

• You didn’t write her back until Laena’s death, pouring out everything you thought for her and the hate you felt for Laena going off with Daemon to Pentos, for making Rhaenys a wreck and making your father quiet, so much so that he didn’t talk much until the funeral.

• You and Laena weren’t the closest, yet she always made an effort to understand you the most, boasting that the blood of old Valyria was still strong in you, whether you weren’t full Velaryon or not. She never looked down or joked about your preferences, encouraging it along with Laenor.

• Laenor took Laena’s death the hardest though. You tried sticking by his side during the funeral, trying not to crack under your uncle Vaemond’s words of Velaryon blood, glancing at Rhaenyra’s own boys and you. It made it hard for you to handle your grief when anger bubbled inside, forcing you to clutch your hands tightly that red nail marks carved at your palms.

• Rhaenyra noticed however, prompting her youngest son there, Lucerys to comfort you in some way. The boy reluctantly looked to his mother, than to you before bounding over (thanks to a stern, yet easygoing nod from Rhaenyra) and taking one of your clasped hands into his tiny one.

• Your wall of rage tumbled just a bit, breaking your intense focus to see your nephew staring with wide eyes, steady and ready to bolt back to his mother and father if things grew awry. All you wanted was some one there who understood your pain, your rage, your heartbreak. You knew of the rumors, you may have been away from court but the gossip always ran throughout the seven kingdoms. The words bastard and Strong thrown around carelessly of Rhaenyra’s boys so much so that you felt terrible for them or even considering the truth that they weren’t Laenor’s boys.

•Whether they truly had the “saltiest and thickest Velaryon blood” didn’t matter, even though you were a Velaryon in Corlys’ eyes, yet in other members of the house’s eyes you were still the Sea Snake’s bastard daughter. A title you could never escape from. You didn’t know what Lucerys went though but you held his hand anyway, pulling him close for a hug. You may not know what the boy went through but it had to be something similar to your own strive.

•The boy hesitated but returned it immediately, clutching onto you for the rest of your uncle’s speech. You felt loved, you may have only met your nephew but you could tell Rhaenyra and Laenor loved and raised him decently so far.

“I-Is aunt Y/N all right?” Jacaerys asked as he approached you and Luke, holding his mother and father’s hands.

Luke glanced up at you expectantly, hugging into your side, as if asking his brother’s question a second time.

“Y-Yeah,” you said. Your voice rough but you tried your best in sounding all right. “T-Thank you for worrying about me, boys.”

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