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justinalovee · 10 months

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Hi, I don’t know if you take requests but if you do, could you please do Helaena smut?

Hey, sorry for taking so long to reply! One shot from the Endless Love series 💕

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Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Reader

Word Count: 844

Warnings: Incest, oral sex, fingering, sex toy, praising

Summary: Helaena helps you get over your hangover

A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI

The gentle moans that emanate from your beautiful queen's mouth drown out the ringing in your ears. Head leaning back against Helaena’s arm for support, you lay across her chest, sucking one of her breasts into your mouth while your hand palms at the other.

Helaena had sought a way to help you feel better while the wooziness of your night of indulging in ale with your husband wore off. A smile graced her lips as she pulled down the front of her nightdress, summing you over the chair she was sitting in to lay over her lap. You happily obliged, and pleasing her always pleased you. Helaena and Aegon were betrothed and married under the eyes of the faith of the Seven, but the burning desire between you and Aegon never ceased, and your love for Helaena grew stronger each day. Not long after his first wedding, you and Aegon married in a traditional Valyrian Wedding ceremony, making you his second wife, meaning he now had two women whom he deeply loved by his side.

Although you technically weren’t married to Helena, you still saw her as yours to protect, love, and cherish. In your eyes, she was yours. You knew Helaena’s body as if it were your own; you knew how she liked to be touched and when she wanted to be touched. Biting your lower lip, you let her breast go with a pop. Kissing her softly, you remove yourself from her lap, sinking down to your knees. Lifting her hips up, Helaena pulls her nightdress up, giving you access to her core. Your fingers dig into her thighs as you settle between her thighs, swiping your tongue over her core. You swipe your tongue over the hood of her clit before plunging it inside her. Helaena squeezes at her breast while you move your attention back to her clit and begin sucking on it. A high-pitched moan leaves her lips as she sinks into the back of your head, holding you in place as she cums into your mouth.

“You taste so good,” you say, kissing her thighs. “Do you want to cum again?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, running her hand through your hair and pushing it out of your face. “Please, please keep going.”

“Of course,” you lick a strip up her core, causing her to shiver, “how do you want it, my queen?”

Her eyes land on the small box that is sticking out from underneath your shared bed; inside it is her favorite toy. “Hmm.” You put your thumb on her clit and started to slowly rub it. “I’ll need to get you ready first, my love.”

Slowly, you slid a finger into her, causing her to moan. You added another, then another. It drives you crazy feeling how tight she is. Helaena’s slick drips from her core down her pale thighs, coating your fingers. You speed up your actions on her clit, causing her breathing to become hitched. Grinning, you slow down your actions, causing her to frown.

“Don’t be lazy,” you tease. “If you want to cum on my fingers, you’re going to need to work for it.”

Gripping the sides of the chair for leverage, Helaena begins to thrust her hips up and down, grinding down on your fingers. You kitten lick at her clit, tipping her over the edge. Her legs clamp around your hand as her orgasm overtakes her. You remove your fingers and kiss her thigh as Helaena comes down from her high.

Her fingers dip down to her core, rubbing at her clit, “please get the toy and fuck me.”

Chuckling, you rise to your feet to go retrieve the toy. Your husband's high sex drive was common knowledge amongst the people of King's Landing, while your sweet queen's was a secret; she was insatiable. When you return to your previous spot, you see Helaena has removed her nightdress, having tossed it to the side before gripping the back of the chair and arching her back.

You smack her bare arse playfully and say, “my wicked girl.”

You pour a small amount of oil on the toy before pressing it to her entrance, and Helaena pushes back onto it. Your own wetness starts to dribble down your legs as you watch the toy disappear between her folds. “Such a good girl, taking it so well.” You nip at her ear. “I can tell you want to cum again; show me how much you want it; be a good little queen; and cum for a third time.”

Helaena screams as she cums for a third time. She puffs out a short laugh as she sits the toy onto a cloth for it to be cleaned later. She turns back around to face you and slumps back, catching her breath. “That was... something else; do you feel better now?”

“My hangover is long forgotten.”

Helaena smiles down at you with such adoration in her lilac eyes that you swear you have fallen more in love with her just from that look alone.

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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My Sweet Helaena - Helaena x F!Reader

Warning: SMUT, fingering (fem), lesbians

A/n: I love helaena so much my baby deserved so much better

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“My lady?” you gently knock on the princesses bed chamber door, “Ser Cole said you called for me?”

“Hmm yes, would you like to join me for tea?” she asks as she smiles up at you, “the children are currently with their septa, and I feel quite lonely”

Princess Helaena Targaryen, the soft spoken and Alicent’s only daughter. You were chosen as her lady in waiting when she was a child, you both bonded over your love for the peculiar. You loved the bugs and creatures she would show you and she, unknown to you, had fallen in love with you.

“I would quite fancy tea with you my lady,” you respond as you walk over here at the table and sit. ‘She's glowing’ you think to yourself.

“Thank you, Lady Y/n,” she gently smiles at you, “I do believe the mother and the maiden blessed you with beauty as well,” she grabs your hand squeezing gently. You blush at the comment.

You know you have feelings for the princess but those were not proper in the eyes of the people as well as her being married and the queen of the realm.

“I do enjoy our time here alone,” Helaena says after some time, “I-Theres been something i've wanted to tell you but it may seem improper,”

“Whatever it is my lady, I'm sure it's ok,” you say gently, placing your cup of tea down onto the table once more.

You watch as she gets up from her place and walks towards you. She stops in front of you and you look at her through your lashes. She leans forward and places her soft lips on yours. You are shocked at first which makes her pull away.

“Oh, Im-Im sorry, i don't know what came over me-” she is then cut off by your own lips on hers.

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You sit on her bed, both of you nude. Your left leg is under her lifted right one and your right leg is over her left, your lips are on one another. Hunger is the only word to describe the feeling of her pulling you closer to her, you have one hand on her breast while your free one is buried deep in her wet cunt. She got a hand against your throat lazily wrapped around it while her other hand is holding the back of your head, fingers scrunched in your locks.

"Oh, fuck" she moans out into your mouth as she moves the hand holding your neck to your own cunt, rubbing circles against your clit, causing you to lean your forehead against hers.

The bottom of your palm continues to bump against her own clit deliciously.

"Does my beautiful-my beautiful princess wish to cum upon my fingers?" You say into her ear just before moving your lips to her neck.

"Yes, oh Gods yes" her eyes close tightly as she feels herself get closer to her sweet release. You feel her clench around your fingers, which in turn triggers your own orgasm.

“Fuck!” you moan out as you pull her on top of you, your peaked nipples rubbing against hers as you move your fingers from her cunt and rub you essence soaked fingers over her clit causing her to moan out your name soaking your thigh as you gently move her to grind herself against you, lengthening her own orgasm.

“I love you,” she cries out as she puts her lips back against yours, holding your face with one hand while her other is at the side of your face. Your lips move in sync until you've both calmed down from your euphoric highs.

“I love you too, Helaena,” you smile as you pull away from her. You rub both of your thumbs across her cheeks, “I will always love you, my Queen”.

#bitchyglitterfox writes #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #hotd #helaena targaryen x reader #house of the dragon helaena #helaena x reader #hotd helaena #helaena x fem!reader

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n1ghtsw4tch · 7 days

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HELAENA TARGARYEN DESERVES BETTER!

for the most part, the lack of understanding in this fandom when it comes to Helaena as a character needs to be studied.

she is NOT a tool to be used to make points against either Black or Green, nor is she to be used to make your argument for/against Rhaenyra, Aegon II or Alicent valid.

she is a young woman who was brutalised by her family and her husband. she was always overlooked for her “madness” when in reality, half of the problems could have been solved if they had just TRIED to listen to her. she lost her children and later her own life because she was never seen as anything more than a pawn.

#hotd #hotd season 2 #helaena targaryen #helaena the dreamer #house of the dragon helaena #team black #team green #helaena targaryen deserves better

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helaenathesweet · 2 months

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P. 02/06 | Helaemond

Helaena Targaryen and Aemond Targaryen

Artist: horionmuses

Click on the image for better details.

Even if is not necessary to say this I'm so grateful with the artist, I passed for something delicate and she was so understanding and respect my decision to pause the special.

So if you like this style, you can DM her!

#helaenatargaryen #houseofthedragon #helaena targaryen #helaenaedit #hbo #helaemond #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #hotd #house of the dragon helaena #house of the dragon

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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*a deep breath* imagine,

Queen Mother Y/n, not a Targaryen, wakes up in the middle of the night, because: "Gods... How to breathe? Where is the air?" She squints in the dark and tries to look around. All her yandere children with silver hair thickly clung to her. From the youngest to the oldest of her children, everyone was in her bed. All the silver heads were sleeping peacefully. On both sides of her, her children were tightly pressed to her, heads rested on her chest and stomach, and... Someone even hugged her knees? On all sides. Sweetly sleeping silver-haired heads everywhere.

Thank you for this scenario. It's so sweet. Feel free to post more.

Let the reader imagine that the Targaryen King is the Tyrell consort. One night in his sleep, he feels something is squeezing him. She feels as if she is suffocating. When She opens her eyes, she sees all her children in her bed. She realizes that they're all hugging her, from the oldest to the youngest. There is a child wrapped all over his body. All the Queen's children are yandere to her. This causes children to become more dependent on their mothers. Because the Queen loves her children, she accepts their inclinations. In fact, the Queen has no time to spend a single moment apart from her children. Children are like a group of army surrounding the Queen. They do not allow anyone (except their father) to approach the Queen.

#house targaryen #house of the dragon helaena #yandere house of the dragon #yandere game of thrones #game of thrones #yandere asoiaf #yandere targaryen #house of targaryen

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skawart · 1 year

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There's a beast beneath the boards.

#helaena targaryen #princess helaena #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration #drawing #aemond targaryen #queen helaena #helaena x reader #house of the dragon helaena #hotd fanart #hotd season 1 #house targaryen #house hightower #aemond x reader #aegon targaryen

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fearmakess · 3 months

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thatscruelsummer · 1 month

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Queen Alicent Hightower and Princess Helaena Targaryen

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vunnen · 7 months

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Taking care of bugs together.

#digitalart #hotd #hotd fanart #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanart #procreate #portrait #aemond targaryen #aemond fanart #house of the dragon helaena #helaena targaryen #aemond x helaena #helaemond

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dreamfyrefairy · 20 days

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aesthetics of me as helaena (+ my kitten richard as dreamfyre) on halloween <3

#helaena the dreamer #queen helaena #helaena targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon helaena #hotd helaena #helaena targaryen cosplay #helaena targaryen hair #helaena embroidery #house of the dragon hair

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tigerlii · 9 months

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“It is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another. If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away.”

#helaena targaryen #house of the dragon helaena #princess helaena #helaena the dreamer #hotd helaena #phia saban #house targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd

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pansyparkinsonsworld · 1 year

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THE LONE WOLF AND THE LAUGHING DRAGON

Rhaella was the youngest daughter of the King, Viserys I Targaryen, and his wife, Alicent Hightower. At the age of twelve, Rhaella was sent to Winterfell for a betrothal to the young Cregan Stark.

CHAPTER ONE: the winter kiss

Rhaella bowed down, before the Northman, looking a little taken aback by how massive he looked. He was as tall as she had thought, but he was too tall. "M-my.." She stuttered. "My young Lord to be.."

He raised a hand to halt her as she began to bow. "My Lady, there is no need for bowing. I am nothing more than a common lord, one who is only concerned about the safety of the realm." He paused for a moment before asking his next question. "Lady Targaryen?" He assumed she was who she was. "Am I correct in assuming that you are a Targaryen?"

"Yes, my Lord." She smiled. "I am that of Princess Rhaella of House Targaryen, third born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Princess Rhaella Viserra of House Targaryen."

His eyes widened slightly when he heard her full name, before nodding and smiling. "I see, it is an honor to meet a Princess of House Targaryen." He hesitated for a moment before asking the question he so badly wanted to ask. "If I may be so bold, Princess, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes, my Lord." She nodded, as she stepped forth. She only wore a black dress, topped with a thick fur coat that almost buried her face. "Any question would be preferred."

He was silent for a moment, thinking to myself as he looked at the Princess. Finally, he spoke up. "This is a hard question to ask, but…do you control a dragon? Are all Princesses of House Targaryen bonded with dragons?"

She hesitated, before nodding. "Yes.. What can I call you? You are not yet a Lord, as you are certainly not of age.. We have an age difference, you and I. A slim difference of a year and two moons."

He paused for a moment. "I am Cregan Stark." I said simply. We were both too young to truly need titles, so perhaps it was better this way. "You can call me Cregan, if you would like."

He paused for a moment, unsure if he should ask about the dragons. Would a Targaryen Princess be too offended if her answer was too honest? But he felt he had to know. "What is your dragon's name?"

"Silverwing, that of the late Queen Alysanne's mount." She smiled. She placed a hand on Cregan's long brown hair and giggled, as she touched it. "Your hair.. It's.. beautiful, my Lord. I really like it,"

He could feel his face start to turn red as she started to touch his hair. He was not used to having a beautiful Princess of the Targaryen dynasty pay him attention, and the contact of her hand in his hair only made him blush more than he already was. He stuttered for a moment before getting it out. "Y-you think so? Your hair is beautiful as well."

"I really think it is beautiful, Cregan.." She whispered, her voice low. The winds blew, and Rhaella's hair flew to the right, and she giggled. "Gods!" She giggled. "Thank you for the compliment, Cregan." She smiled at the end.

He smiled as she giggled. He had not really had many interactions with girls his age, so this was a big thing for him. He was almost completely flustered as he spoke. "W-well, it is true." He stuttered. "I can't imagine many girls who have better hair or who are more beautiful than yourself, my lady."

She took Cregan's rough hands to her soft ones, and she looked at his hands. "Gods, what is of your hands? They look rough, and.." She noted. "Have you come out of training? M-my brothers usually have hands like these when they come out of training.."

His face turned even more red as she held my hands. She was right, his hands were rough, and his fingers were scarred from a lifetime of swords and shields and bows and lances. He held up his hands and looked at them. "A lifetime of fighting, my lady." He nodded. "I learned to fight as soon as I could walk, as every Lord of the North does. We are born warriors." He squeezed her hands. They were so soft. "Have you been training as well?"

She shook her head. "I am not allowed to train with a sword. Only my brothers can.." She explained. "I do not mind. My septa says that I knit well, especially by the fire."

He smiled and nodded. "Knitting can be very calming, I am sure. It is never too late to learn the sword though. I am sure your father would allow you to be trained in the blade for self defense should the need ever arise." He paused as I looked at Rhaella. "Would you want to learn, my lady? I would be happy to teach you if your father were to allow it, and if you wanted to."

"I have asked my Father, the King." She explained. But she laughed. "Mother had forbidden me from ever touching a blade or a lance. Helaena thinks of it as horrifying, given that she's rather.. fragile."

He shrugged. "Your mother does what she feels is best for you. That is all any parent may hope to do, but to know how to defend yourself might one day be vital. If the dragons were ever to die out, then the Targaryens would need to be able to defend themselves, just as everyone else must."

He smiled and squeezed Rhaella's hand again. "But if you aren't interested in that, then perhaps I could teach you to ride? We Northerners have many wild horses that you can only find in our lands. I bet I could find you a beautiful filly from the stables."

"I have my sworn sword, Cregan." She giggled. "And I have Silverwing, why would I have a need to ride a horse?" Her sworn sword was that of Ser Clatton of House Vypren. "Is there a silver filly, though? I might want to look at that.."

He grinned as she mentioned her sworn sword and her dragon. She was right. What would she need a horse for when she had the most dangerous beast in the realm? "I suppose you are right." He nodded. "Would you like to see some horses, though? I have plenty of fine breeds in my stable, and I would love to take you on a ride through the woods around Winterfell. I imagine you have seen nothing as grand and beautiful as the Godswoods, have you?"

"I have not seen the Godswoods yet, but.." She took a breath. "I am sure that it is beautiful, as you claim it is." She smiled, and looked at the Stark. He was only three-and-ten, and her.. two-and-ten.

When she smiled, his heart skipped a beat. Was it really possible that I had such an effect on the beautiful Targaryen Princess? She was a Targaryen! And from what he had seen of them, most of them were rather cold and aloof. However, Rhaella seemed to be as warm and gentle as the summer.

He smiled widely, and squeezed her hand once more. "It is beautiful. The old trees there are massive, and the roots of the trees are like the fingers of old gods themselves, sprawling below. It is beautiful and peaceful, and I would be honoured to take you there."

"So, take me there." She giggled, placing a hand on his heart. "Take me to the heart of Winterfell. I want to ride a horse with you, it seems like fun."

He blinked in surprise for a moment, but then he nodded and chuckled. "Of course I will, my lady." He squeezed her hand once more. "And I assure you it is a fun ride. There is no animal as majestic and beautiful as a horse. They are swift and they are strong. You shall enjoy it."

He leaned in a bit, whispering in her ear. "Would you want to ride alone?" he asked. "My guards can keep their distance, and we can have…privacy."

Rhaella's heart fluttered, as he leaned in and whispered. "I would love to ride with you, Cregan." She whispered. "It is only fit for us to ride, since.. we are betrothed, after all."

His heart stopped and then raced as she spoke those words. His voice was shaky and his hands trembled as he leaned in and kissed her on her soft lips. She was right, they were promised to each other, and this would be only the first of many things we would do together as husband and wife. "Perhaps it is only fitting," He whispered. "It is only proper."

She blinked, as he let go of her lips. "My… M-my." She stammered, she has never been kissed before, but to be kissed by her betrothed was worth it. "How old are you? I am only two-and-ten!"

He smiled as he leaned back and looked at her. This was her first kiss? For a Targaryen Princess I would have expected there to have been many before me, but perhaps most boys were too scared of her house and her dragons to try. I couldn't blame them.

He considered her question for a moment. "I am three and ten," he admitted. "I am a year older. I hope it is okay?"

"Yes, of course." She stammered. She was still nervous, as Cregan had just kissed her not too long ago. "I.. I am still in shock—. Cregan.. You have just—. You have just kissed me, my Lord!"

He laughed a bit as she stuttered out her words. This was certainly an odd situation, but he was enjoying it. He squeezed her hand again and smiled. "This was your first kiss? I am glad that I could be the one to give it." He leaned in once more and kissed her again, much to his delight. "Does this one shock you as much, my lady? Or is it something you are starting to enjoy?"

Rhaella gasped, as he kissed her once more. "My L—Lord.." She gasped, as she touched her lips. "You just kissed me!" She stammered. She was getting to enjoy the kisses, but that was unexpected.

He smiled, and squeezed her hand. "Indeed I did, Rhaella. And you enjoyed it, didn't you? I am starting to enjoy giving them, as well." He leaned down to her again, and whispered in her ear. "Do you want me to kiss you again?"

She began to stutter, and looked at him. "My.. My L–Lord.." She stuttered. She was nervous, and began to fidget the coat that she had on. "You.." He laughed as she stuttered. It was obvious that she was nervous, but the laughter was not in response to that. A beautiful Targaryen Princess stammering? It was such a foreign and yet so adorable sight that he could not help but laugh.

"What is it?" He asked her with a smile. "Are you too nervous?" he squeezed her hand, hoping to calm her down. "It is okay if so. You do not have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, my lady. And yet…" He leaned in once more, whispering in her ear. "May I kiss you one more time?"

She bit her lip, and looked away from Cregan for a moment. She needed to breathe, and she needed it. She thought of it, for a moment. If she were to kiss him, it would seal the marriage alliance. After a moment, she walked forward and kissed him. Both her cold and soft hands on his face.

He was not expecting her to be the one to initiate the kiss this time, and he could feel myself start to blush. Once her lips met his, his confidence returned, and he grabbed her around the waist before pulling her closer to him and kissing her back. He closed my eyes, and let himself get caught up in the moment, before eventually pulling away and breathlessly whispering in her ear. "Is this what you wanted? Does this make you happy, my lady?"

"Very–." She giggled and smiled. Cregan's big hands were placed on her waist, and it covered a big portion of her waist. "Now.. Can we ride?"

He smiled and gently stroked her silver hair as she spoke. "If you wish, my lady. We can ride all you like." He laughed as he spoke, and smiled down at her. "We can ride through the Godswood, or ride around on my horse, or you can fly on your dragon." He laughed again. "How would you like to ride?"

"Ride around on your horse, it sounds like a brilliant idea, my Lord." She smiled, as he laughed. He smiled as I squeezed her hand one more time. "Then let us go to the stables, my dear. I promise you that my horse is a fine animal indeed. If you enjoy riding, I think it may even be better than riding a dragon." He laughed, and winked at her as he said it.

With that, he began to lead Rhaella to the stables, where he had an especially fine horse, who would be perfect for a Targaryen Princess.

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