#p: daenerys jorah

[stormborns]

GAME OF THRONES 2.02, The Night Lands

#gotedit #gameofthronesedit #daenerystargaryenedit #targaryensource #targnation #game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #jorah mormont #show: got #show: s2 #ch: daenerys targaryen #p: daenerys jorah #*mine

[targaryenimagines]

My Khaleesi

Dark!Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,586

Summary:

Warnings: Smut and G!P Daenerys.

Notes: Wasn’t sure if you wanted Dark!Dany (in a sense) or not, but decided to just do it that way for this one shot! If you’d like another one with a non dark Dany, I’ll be more than happy to do that. Also, this is definitely the most graphic smut I’ve written… I apologize if it’s bad.

Ash still falls from the sky like distorted flecks of snow— rubble shifts under foot as you make your way through the courtyard of the Red Keep. You didn’t have to turn your head far to see the destruction that had been wrought across King’s Landing, a destruction that had come at the hands of the woman you love the most in this world.

Fire and blood had come to Westeros, you think, side-stepping a charred corpse. And penance seemed to have been paid in full.

The sights, along with the smells, that assault you the farther you trek into the once great city aren’t something that sits well with you, nor does the knowledge that Westeros had pushed Daenerys, your Dany, to this point. That all of her grief: Viserion, Jorah, Rhaegal, and Missandei, along with all of her men that she lost in the North, had forced her spirit into shattering so completely.

I don’t want to be Queen of the Ashes…

A saying that had constantly been thrown towards Daenerys, that had been used as a means to control her, keep her line, and what better way to do that then remind her of her father’s legacy, a tale that’s haunted her ever since she discovered it, and had been continually repeated until Daenerys spouted it out as if she was simply talking about the weather. Her drive, the passion that had carried her through Essos, slowly being driven out of her the longer she spent in the toxic landscape that is Westeros; forever surrounded by the tales of her ancestors, by the fear and hatred that the people she saved showed her, at the clear refusal to ever accept her as anything more than a Targaryen Whore.

Rounding the corner of yet another hallway, you pause just outside of throne room, or what you believe to be anyway, and think over everything that had transpired. Think of the darkness that had seemed to have only grown in intensity since the Night King had been dealt with. Would Daenerys, after all of this, still wish to see you? Would you still have a place by her side?

Only one way to find out…

With a deep intake of breath, you step fully into the debilitated area that had once been a source of great pride— at the head of it all being the almost legendary throne itself, a mass of melted together swords, and standing before it?

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps, Daenerys turns from her perusal of the throne, and a warm smile quirks her lips at your nearing form.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon,” she murmurs, adoration clear within violet eyes. Slim arms wrapping around your middle the moment your close enough for her to grab. A single gloved finger gently tracing down the expanse of your cheek, rubbing away the hints of ash that still remained. “I’m glad to see you unharmed. I don’t know what I would have done if that hadn’t been the case.”

You lean into the hand still resting on your cheek, a happy smile of your own making an appearance. “Burn down the rest of Westeros?” A dark look flashes through violet eyes, your joke suddenly taking on an all too serious light that you desperately wanted to veer away from. Bumping into her slightly, you disentangle from slim arms, warmed by the smallest bit of hesitance she had at letting you go, you step closer to the throne. “This is it? The Iron Throne?”

Daenerys settles next to you. “It is.” She touches the arm of it with an almost reverent air. “After all these years, all the trials and tribulations that I went through, I’m finally here. A Targaryen is finally the holder of the Iron Throne once more. I’ve brought honor back to my family.”

“You’ve honored them for years already, Dany. You simply being alive is honor by itself.” You angle your head, not surprised at all to see that she had already been looking at you. “This just exemplifies you into the ranks of Aegon.”

Violet eyes gleam with an almost childlike wonder, the hand closest to you touching your cheek with the same reverence she had shown the throne. “Aegon had his wives, he had his queens.” She steps away from you, taking her rightful seat on the throne. “Something that I’ll be in need of moving forward.”

Your head dips. “Anything I can help you with?”

Daenerys chuckles lightly, the sound rumbling from deep within her chest like one of Drogon’s roars. “There is, Y/N.” Gesturing for you to come closer, a command that you listen to without question, she gently maneuvers you into a kneeling position before her, slender fingers tangling themselves within the strands of your hair. “Say yes.”

“Your Grace?”

“Say yes to marrying me, to becoming my wife and queen.” Her holds tightens, forcing your head to tilt back. “Say yes to becoming mine and I’ll make sure everything you could ever want becomes yours.”

A small smile twists your lips upward. “Everything that I could ever want already is.”

At the words a small growl escapes Daenerys, her head dipping downward to press a heated kiss to your lips, maintaining that you’re kept in place by the iron-clad hold she still has on your hair. And, like with everything else, Daenerys didn’t hesitate in conquering what is hers, tongue barely brushing over your bottom lip before she plunders into your mouth, taking you for everything you have. The taste of you, the submission in which you’re showing her, along with the location no doubt, makes Daenerys almost frantic in her need for you.

Barely pulling away, giving you both a moment to breathe, before she’s claiming your lips once more— it’s wet, filthy in a way that makes your mind fog over in lust, and you can’t quite get enough air into your lungs through your nose, something that constantly ensures her scent is all that you’re surrounded by, but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Wouldn’t want to be in any other position than where you are now; kneeling in front of your Khaleesi, her pleasure becoming yours.

Finally, with a ragged breath, Daenerys fully pulls away from you, a thin trail of saliva still connecting you both, before she shifts too far back and it snaps in half. Violet eyes, blown nearly black in lust, pin you in place as Daenerys slowly undoes the buckle of her pants, and jerks it down, the actions clear on what she expected from you. And, without preamble, or any sort of prompting, you help Daenerys with removing them, gently taking off her boots, before pulling her tight-fitting pants off her slim legs. The sight that greets you once you look up almost causing your mouth to dry up completely.

Daenerys Targaryen sat in all of her glory, bare from the waist down, her thick member jutting out from the apex of her thighs. The look in her eyes, in the darkness that lurks just out of reach, tells you all that you need to know, how your Khaleesi wished for you to service her next. Something you didn’t have a problem with doing, damn the consequences of potentially being caught in the wide open throne room.

Taking her into your hands, feeling her warmth, and the way that she twitches ever-so-slightly at your touch, is a heady sort of power that you’re never going to get used to.

Taking her into your mouth, jaw stretched wide to accommodate her girth, feeling the way she arches into the wetness it provides, hands tightening even further into your hair, the wonderful concoction of pain and pleasure, fuels you more than anything ever could.

Bobbing up and down, taking her deeper and deeper into your throat, listening to the breathy sighs she lets loose whenever she completely bottoms out, is a drug you never want to get off of. Her flavor— musky with just the barest hint of sweetness and something spicy— spreads across your tastebuds, your tongue lovingly swirling around the tip of her cock, taking in as much of her as you possibly could.

“Iksā doing sīr sȳz syt nyke.” The Valyrian praise escapes her in a low snarl, hands now guiding you in the exact way she wanted, your own simply being braced on her thighs as you let her use you. “Issare iā sȳz riña syt nyke. Ñuha sȳz riña.”

All you can do is moan in response, mouth completely stuffed full of her, but the vibrations makes her tense even further, another snarl rumbling from deep within her. You know that she’s close, can tell by the way her thighs were beginning to tremble underneath your touch, and the quickening of her thrusts, and your head moves even faster because of it— wanting nothing more than to feel her release down your throat, for your tongue to be coated by her cum.

“Issi ao jāre naejot gūrogon ziry mirre? Gūrogon everything bona nyke tepagon ao?” Daenerys groans out the question, clearly fighting with herself to not succumb just yet to the pleasure of her release. Peering up, you’re instantly met with darkened violet eyes, a rosy hue predominant across fair cheeks. Clearly waiting for a response, all you can do is gurgle around the cock currently in your throat, hoping that your eyes gave her all the answers she needed, which, by the tightening of her hands, absolutely did. “Sȳz riña.”

Within the next moment, jets of Daenerys cum shoots out, going straight into your stomach as you desperately swallow to make sure you don’t lose any of it. The feeling of warmth as her seed settles deep within you is one you’ve long since grown familiar with, but the possessive heat in her eyes as she watches you swallow it all down is definitely new. A reaction that causes your own arousal to come to the forefront of your mind finally, wetness clearly coating your thighs, waiting for your Khaleesi’s touch.

Daenerys pulls her cock from your mouth a moment later— the still hard length shimmering with the combination of leftover cum and saliva— allowing for you to take a deep lungful of air at last. Remnants of her still on your tongue.

Her thumb brushes across your bottom lip, briefly pushing into your mouth for you to suck on, before she retracts her hand and tugs you up onto her lap. Slim arms bracing your lower half perfectly against herself, settling her own body more fully on the Iron Throne.

“You did so good for me,” she murmurs, trailing slender fingers down your thighs. Nowhere near where you needed her the most though. “Do you want to continue?”

You nod. “More than anything, Khaleesi.“

Daenerys hums at the old title, hands gripping your hips in a hold that you know would leave bruises, lips ghosting across your jawline and down your neck.

“You’re mine, right?” Teeth nips into the sensitive flesh beneath your pulse point. “No one else can have you this way, fuck you the way that I can, or hear the beautiful noises you make when you fall apart.”

“Only you, Dany,” you whisper, nuzzling your nose against hers. “It’ll only ever be you. I’m yours completely.”

There isn’t need for more words after that, Daenerys simply hikes your dress higher up your waist, tearing your small-clothes away completely, before rubbing her hardened member against the wetness that has collected between your legs, a deep groan escaping her at the feeling of your clear want for her.

Within the next heartbeat, she’s buried to the hilt within you, a sharp keen being ripped from your chest at the feeling of complete fullness, the delicious stretch as your body tries to acclimate to the feeling of her, and begins to rut roughly into you. Hands slide from their place on your waist to settle on your hips, guiding you up and down as you begin to bounce in response to her thrusts.

A breathy moan falls from your lips, arms wrapped tightly around Daenerys neck, tugging her closer to you, continuing to ride her in complete abandon, wet slapping noise, intercepted by occasional grunts and moans, filled the air, echoing out across the empty throne room. A part of you thinks that you might even be able to be heard down below, the ripped open wall next to the throne offering an excellent siphon to the noises, but then Daenerys twists her hips in just the right way and everything, that doesn’t have to do with the mind numbing pleasure she gives you, vanishes from you mind in an instant.

Nails make crescent moons in the soft flesh of your hips, bruises no doubt already forming on your lower abdomen from how hard Daenerys was thrusting up into you, but the knowledge that your Khaleesi is marking you in such a way, that she’s lost parts of her control because of you, makes you not care in the slightest— you were hers, completely and irreversibly. Her pleasure was your own.

With another strangled gasp, your head falls to her chest, still glad in her formal garb, the metal cool against the heated expanse of your forehead, no longer being able to keep yourself upright. You could feel your climax approaching— coming faster and faster as Daenerys brushed against the spot within you every time she pulled out. Your core clenching around her desperately, trying to keep her within you, milk her for all that she’s worth, and the tight constriction causes a strangled sound of her own to resonate from your Khaleesi.

Feet planted firmly into the floor, she begins to piston fully into you, your body arching into her, allowing her to move you as she saw fit, clearly chasing her second release and your own.

“I’m going to mark you in a way that no one ever has.” Feverish violet eyes meet your own, strands of silvery-gold hair sticking to her heated cheeks, torn from their intricate braids, as her grip on you tightens more. “You’re going to bear my children, you’re going to continue on the Targaryen name. Would you like that?”

You moan. “Yes.”

The thought of carrying her children, of continuing on the Targaryen Legacy, filled you with a sense of purpose, a sense of warmth.

Pushing your head further into her chest, you plead. “Do it, Khaleesi. Claim me.”

With a ragged snarl, Daenerys’s hips stutter and before you know it jets of warmth fill you up, going straight to your womb. The feeling triggers your own release, a broken moan leaving you as you milk Daenerys for everything she has, everything that she’d be willing to offer. Harshly panting, Daenerys settles back onto the throne, hands gently running down your spine, holding you as closely as she possibly still could, still buried inside of you.

“Thank you,” she whispers, nuzzling you before she presses a kiss to your damp temple.

You sigh, content in her arms. “Always.”

Pressing another kiss to your head, Daenerys angles your face in order for you to look at her, the open look of adoration on her face one that’d only ever be reserved for you and her son.

“My beautiful love, my lovely wife.” She drops a chaste kiss to your lips, her hips beginning to move once more. “My eternal queen.”

“My Khaleesi.”

#daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys x reader #daenerys targaryen imagine #daenerys #got imagine #got imagines #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones imagines #game of thrones #house of the dragon

[laufire]

Not exactly an expert of your other fandoms so... Asoiaf? XD

I'm going to answer thinking strictly about the books, of which I've only read the first three, plus a few chapters of the fourth, all... eleven/twelve years ago now LMAO. It's just that if I thought of the show (which I also never watched consistently), the answers would be very different.

Catelyn Tully. She's a marvel. Can't believe I found her in those books.

Cersei Lannister. She's my #1 in the show, but it's very obvious the writers in one vs. the other felt very differently about her character.

Brienne of Tarth. Same as with Catelyn, it's so rare to find her there!

Daenerys Targaryen. The fact that I read the books when I was her age (14 years old) made her passages particularly hard to get through, so it still says a lot that she's this high.

Arya Stark. I related a lot to her ngl xD

As for less favourites we could be here a while lol. The Stark boys bored me or annoyed me; I have a love-hate relationship with all Lannister men (I'm including Joffrey on this, whatever); Theon both repels me and makes me endlessly pity him.

I had a particularly strong disdain for Jorah though, so I'm going with him :P

#fwiw my top 5 in the show would be cersei > bronn > shae > viserys > ellaria. LOL #queen zimraphel #replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #asoiaf thoughts #a song of ice and fire #top 5s #ty!

[wildfirefruitjars]

“I’ve brought you a peach,” Ser Jorah said, kneeling. It was so small she could almost hide it in her palm, and overripe too, but when she took the first bite, the flesh was so sweet she almost cried. She ate it slowly, savoring every mouthful, while Ser Jorah told her of the tree it had been plucked from, in a garden near the western wall. “Fruit and water and shade,” Dany said, her cheeks sticky with peach juice. “The gods were good to bring us to this place.”

A clash of kings,  Daenerys I

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Renly’s hand slid inside his cloak. Stannis saw, and reached at once for the hilt of his sword, but before he could draw steel his brother produced... a peach. “Would you like one, brother?” Renly asked, smiling. “From Highgarden. You’ve never tasted anything so sweet, I promise you.” He took a bite. Juice ran from the corner of his mouth. “I did not come here to eat fruit.” Stannis was fuming.

A clash of kings,  Catelyn III

#Peachy parallels #ASoIaF #asoiaf art #valyrianscrolls #jorah mormont #daenerys targaryen #Stannis Baratheon #Renly Baratheon #dont tag as ship #Also im so happy the peach is in the way of the horses head! I hate drawing horses which is funny as somebody who used to draw a lot of MLP #also i imagine Dany's earrings are made of dyed horse hair #also i was way to lazy to draw her lion pelt's head :P #my art

[ofbeautsandbeasts]

So I gobbled up all of the Game of Thrones TV series in a month and Ser Jorah Mormont rose to the top of my favorites list because he is just. So. Darn. Devoted. If you looked up “Devotion” in a dictionary, you would see a picture of Jorah. He was Dany’s knight in shining armor (literally and figuratively), never once faltering to do everything in his power to keep her safe. He may have made plenty of mistakes in his life, but boy did he redeem himself and then some.

#game of thrones #jorah mormont #daenerys targaryen #dany x jorah #daenerys x jorah #jorleesi #daenorah #what even is their ship name? #my art #I was just gonna put some lyrics from Let Me Be Your Teddy Bear as my caption #but I felt it was more important to rep my boy #as this will probably be the only Jorah x Dany piece I'll draw :P #but I still have another GoT piece coming up

[stormbcrn]

tag dump

#♕ * ooc. / mother of shih tzus! #♕ * ic. / answered. #♕ * ic. / interations. #♕ * about / headcanons. #♕ * about / musings. #♕ * about / aesthetic. #♕ * rel. / jon & daenerys ( so keep your queen warm. ) #♕ * rel. / jorah & daenerys ( and he will always guard me. ) #♕ * rel. / missandei & daenerys ( but we are not men. ) #♕ * visage / daenerys stormborn. #♕ * rel. / my children ( fire made flesh. ) #♕ * ft. / missandei of naath. #♕ * ft. / jorah the andal. #♕ * ft. / drogon. #♕ * ft. / viserion. #♕ * ft. / rhaegal. #♕ * sp. / bend the knee. #♕ * p. / blood of my blood. #♕ * q. / turn us away and we will burn queue first. #♕ * in the queen's favor / saved.

[marmalademouse]

Queen & King ;)

“I need you by my side”....

#game of thrones #season 7 #finale #jorah mormont #daenerys targaryen #daenerys x jorah #dany x jorah #queen daenerys & king jorah #:p

[fireismine]

Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month

Day 19 → Learning, Intelligence and Skills

Throughout the ASOIAF series, Daenerys has displayed the skills of horse riding, understanding multiple languages, negotiating, military strategy, creating alliances and dragon riding. These will be discussed under the cut:

Horse Riding

Daenerys is an accomplished horserider who formed an instant connection with her horse, Silver:

The silver-grey filly moved with a smooth and silken gait, and the crowd parted for her, every eye upon them. Dany found herself moving faster than she had intended, yet somehow it was exciting rather than terrifying. The horse broke into a trot, and she smiled. Dothraki scrambled to clear a path. The slightest pressure with her legs, the lightest touch on the reins, and the filly responded. She sent it into a gallop, and now the Dothraki were hooting and laughing and shouting at her as they jumped out of her way. As she turned to ride back, a firepit loomed ahead, directly in her path. They were hemmed in on either side, with no room to stop. A daring she had never known filled Daenerys then, and she gave the filly her head. The silver horse leapt the flames as if she had wings. - Daenerys II, A Game of Thrones

Polyglot

In Astapor, Daenerys could discern the Ghiscari dialect of High Valyrian:

"Tell the Westerosi whore to lower her eyes," the slaver Kraznys mo Nakloz complained to the slave girl who spoke for him. "I deal in meat, not metal. The bronze is not for sale. Tell her to look at the soldiers. Even the dim purple eyes of a sunset savage can see how magnificent my creatures are, surely." Kraznys's High Valyrian was twisted and thickened by the characteristic growl of Ghis, and flavored here and there with words of slaver argot. Dany understood him well enough, but she smiled and looked blankly at the slave girl, as if wondering what he might have said. - Daenerys II, A Storm of Swords

Negotiation

As Queen of Meereen, Daenerys offered to trade with Qarth:

"Shall we walk?" Dany slipped her arm through his. The air was heavy with the scent of night-blooming flowers. "You spoke of help. Trade with me, then. Meereen has salt to sell, and wine …" "Ghiscari wine?" Xaro made a sour face. "The sea provides all the salt that Qarth requires, but I would gladly take as many olives as you cared to sell me. Olive oil as well." - Daenerys III, A Dance with Dragons

Military Strategy

Daenerys was able to take Yunkai by complete suprise with her battle strategy:

"I think we should attack from three sides. Grey Worm, your Unsullied shall strike at them from right and left, while my kos lead my horse in wedge for a thrust through their center. Slave soldiers will never stand before mounted Dothraki." She smiled. "To be sure, I am only a young girl and know little of war. What do you think, my lords?" "I think you are Rhaegar Targaryen's sister," Ser Jorah said with a rueful half smile. - Daenerys IV, A Storm of Swords

Creating Alliances

As Queen of Meereen, Daenerys sent the Stormcrows to free the Lhazarene slaves to open the trade routes so that grain could be brought to Meereen :/p>

Beyond the eastern hills was a range of rounded sandstone mountains, the Khyzai Pass, and Lhazar. If Daario could convince the Lhazarene to reopen the overland trade routes, grains could be brought down the river or over the hills at need … but the Lamb Men had no reason to love Meereen. "When the Stormcrows return from Lhazar, perhaps I can use them in the streets," she told Ser Barristan, "but until then I have only the Unsullied." - Daenerys I, A Dance with Dragons

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Yet somehow she found herself thinking of Daario Naharis. His messenger had come that morning. The Stormcrows were returning from Lhazar. Her captain was riding back to her, bringing her the friendship of the Lamb Men. Food and trade, she reminded herself. He did not fail me, nor will he. Daario will help me save my city. - Daenerys III, A Dance with Dragons

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"Meereen has made alliance with Lhazar." That only made him chuckle. "The Dothraki horselords call the Lhazarene the Lamb Men. When you shear them, all they do is bleat. They are not a martial people." Even a sheepish friend is better than none. "The Wise Masters should follow their example. I spared Yunkai before, but I will not make that mistake again. If they should dare attack me, this time I shall raze their Yellow City to the ground." - Daenerys III, A Dance with Dragons

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Ser Barristan remained. "Our stores are ample for the moment," he reminded her, "and Your Grace has planted beans and grapes and wheat. Your Dothraki have harried the slavers from the hills and struck the shackles from their slaves. They are planting too, and will be bringing their crops to Meereen to market. And you will have the friendship of Lhazar." Daario won that for me, for all that it is worth. "The Lamb Men. Would that lambs had teeth." "That would make the wolves more cautious, no doubt." - Daenerys V, A Dance with Dragons

Dragon Riding

Daenerys was able to ride Drogon by using her intuition and previous knowledge of horse riding:

The dragonlords of old Valyria had controlled their mounts with binding spells and sorcerous horns. Daenerys made do with a word and a whip. Mounted on the dragon's back, she oft felt as if she were learning to ride all over again. When she whipped her silver mare on her right flank the mare went left, for a horse's first instinct is to flee from danger. When she laid the whip across Drogon's right side he veered right, for a dragon's first instinct is always to attack. Sometimes it did not seem to matter where she struck him, though; sometimes he went where he would and took her with him. Neither whip nor words could turn Drogon if he did not wish to be turned. The whip annoyed him more than it hurt him, she had come to see; his scales had grown harder than horn. - Daenerys X, A Dance with Dragons

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[a-libra-writes]

Spending Your First Time With the GoT Characters

THIS IS THE CUTE SHIT I LOVE. One anon requested first time with them, another how you lose your virginity to them, and i figured id roll it into one or it'd become redundant :p 

In this preference, you'll be with: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Dolorous Edd, Mance Rayder, Tormund Giantsbane, Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Beric Dondarrion, Gendry

NED STARK

Ned would give you the most loving expression as he’d undress you, often pausing to give you firm kisses on your lips and neck. He would be nothing but considerate and would make sure you were comfortable with how he touched you and how quickly he undressed you. He’d end up forgetting his own clothes as he’d lie you down and caress down your body. He’d love just touching and squeezing your soft skin before slipping his rough fingers between your legs and stroking you while giving you firm kisses. As much as Ned would be aching for you, he wouldn’t enter you until you were sufficiently relaxed and quivering with pleasure. Once you were ready and you felt him fill you up, he’d love how you’d adjust your hips and sigh as you’d make yourself comfortable.

ROBB STARK

He’d be grinning like a fool, cheeks red and eyes bright at the fact such a lovely, wonderful person wants him. Robb would waste little time in giving you plenty of kisses and firm touches, eagerly wanting to move your clothes aside so he could feel your skin. The more you’d undress, the more eager he’d become, especially as you’d return the touches. He’d love to grind himself against you first, getting both of you out of breath and taking his time to make sure you’re ready. He’d keep you close as he’d enter you, taking a moment to ask if you’re alright even as he’s breathless and biting at your neck.

SANSA STARK

She would be a little nervous initially, but the worries would slowly melt away as you began to get lost in kisses and touches. Sansa would want to undress you first, taking in your breasts and hips and thighs as she began to slide the clothes off. She’d take her time touching and stroking between your legs, before long she’d ask if she could taste you. Sansa would have a surprising confidence, doubled by you returning the affection and wanting to pleasure her just as much. She’d be so turned on by your first orgasm that she’d just have to push you a little further, giving you extra touches while you gasped from the over-sensitivity. 

JON SNOW

He would try not to be nervous himself, trying to play it cool and “take the lead” so to speak, but as you’d crawl into his lap and kiss him until he can’t think straight, that would go out the window. He’d want nothing more than to feel every bit of you with his hands, stroking the warmth of your thighs and pressing his fingers into your warmth. He’d love the way you’d gasp and squirm and he’d want to use his tongue to make you come. He’d be more than eager to be inside you, but he’d take his time, giving you sweet praises as you adjusted to the new sensations. He’d want to kiss you, and he’d find it incredibly sexy when you moaned against his lips and held him closer. 

BENJEN STARK

Knowing that it was your first time with anyone, Benjen would go out of his way to make you feel like a spoiled princess. He’d praise everything, touching what he liked and kissing what he loved. He’d figure out what flustered you the most and do it without mercy. You’d tell him to knock it off with the teasing, but then he’d get serious, making you come fast and hard with his tongue. Once he licked you clean, he’d have a devilish smile as he’d ask if you’re ready. He was aching to be inside you, but Benjen understood that he had to take his time. Of course, he was more than eager to speed up his thrusts as you’d become more comfortable and beg him for it. Benjen would want you to claw at his back and his arms, not minding in the slightest if you left marks. 

JORY CASSEL

He’d be so happy that you were wanting to be with him, and once he learned he was your first, he was almost adorably determined to make sure it was enjoyable for you. You’d sigh and moan in contentment as he carefully touched and stroked you, leaving firm kisses on your breasts and stomach as he made his way to your legs. He was almost worshiping your body, lost in your scent before he finally dipped in his tongue and made you cry out and rock your body against him. Once you came, he’d still have bright red cheeks as he’d ask if you were comfortable, or if you wanted to stop. Jory would be a bit embarrassed by how you eagerly helped him out of his own clothes, and he’d love to hold you close as he entered you carefully. 

DOLOROUS EDD

Edd would be … conflicted. On one hand, he was ridiculously, stupidly in love with you. On the other, he felt like you deserved so much more than someone like him, especially in whatever dingy room you two could find for privacy. Once you reassured him with a firm kiss and began removing his clothes yourself, the outside began to slowly melt away as you two entered your own little world. He'd want to touch as much of you as possible, kissing every bit of your neck and chest. You're often hidden under so many layers, so Edd wanted to take in as much as possible. As he'd slowly enter you, he'd bury his face in your shoulder and mutter a string of sweet praises. 

MANCE RAYDER

It was obvious by the way he looked at you that he cherished and desired you, but Mance also understood boundaries. When you started to straddle him while you made out and guided his hands under your clothes, he was more than happy to oblige you. He'd kiss and leave hickeys on your neck while he pulled your clothes away, complimenting your lovely body. He loved the blush that crept on your cheeks as he teased your body and slipped his fingers between your legs, getting you wet and clinging to him before he led you to his cock. Between an encouraging smile and heavy breaths, he’d encourage you to ride him at your leisure and chase your pleasure first. 

TORMUND GIANTSBANE

He’s thought so much about being with you, but he never thought someone as fiery and lovely as you hadn’t been with someone before. Tormund felt like you were giving him something precious, and he just knew you had to be taken care of properly. He made sure your shared tent was full with comfortable furs and a warm fire, and he had a surprisingly tenderness as he undressed you and massaged the knots from your muscles. While he was fine with you undressing him, he made sure you were lying back like a spoiled cat so he could kiss your thighs, leaving little bites and pleasuring you until you were grabbing his hair and filling the tent with your moans. He’d want to keep going, too - giving you a second orgasm before he was pulling you into his lap, peppering kisses all over your neck and asking if you were ready for him. 

THEON GREYJOY

Theon would have the most smug look on his face when you told him, assuring you that he knew all along, and he was absolutely going to give you a “night to remember”. You punched his arm and he laughed as he reassured you. Theon would want to kiss you everywhere and left several love bites as he’d gradually undress you. He’d start to lose his attitude as he took in your body and flushed cheeks, surprised such a pretty, well-born girl like you wanted to be with him at all. His hands would greedily explore every bit, and his lips would do the same. He’d eat you out with a ferocity that dissolved you into gasps and shudders, then ask if you’d like more. It was hard to keep his smug attitude when he was too flustered over how flushed your cheeks were and how content you were.  

YARA GREYJOY

All Yara could do was smirk. While she was taken by some surprise, she liked that you told her matter of factly, with no shyness or shame. She decided to make it a memorable night for you, pulling you into her lap as soon as you both entered her captain’s quarters, She had all sorts of fun, leaving hickeys on your neck, teasing your body through your clothes before finally slipping her fingers in. Even then, she kept denying your pleasure, taking her fingers away just as you were about to finish. By the fourth time she did this, you irritably told her to hurry up, which you quickly realized was a mistake. Yara flipped you over, pinned you down and wickedly asked what her dear lover wanted. You’d end up begging for it several times by the time the night was over.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

Dany was pleased when you told her, and she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t until you were comfortable and wanted to spend an evening with her that she realized it. She remembered being so afraid when her first time came. She didn’t want you to feel a fraction of that fear. Dany would spend some time touching your body as she removed your clothes, giving you light kisses and taking her time to ensure you were comfortable. She wanted to both explore your body and let you take in all the sensations. Once she reached between your legs, she loved feeling your wetness and how you gasped with her lightest touches. Even after you’d come with her fingers, she’d ask if she could use her mouth next, and you noticed after both times she was very pleased with herself. 

JORAH MORMONT

While he’d have a fleeting moment of worry about your age difference, and if he really deserved someone such as you, he was quickly filled with adoration as you assured him that you wanted to be with him. Jorah would seat you in his lap and give you long, deep kisses as you touch his body as you pleased. Once you were comfortable, he’d undress you himself, earnestly telling you how beautiful and sweet you were. He’d end up flustering you with how he was so genuine with his praise. Jorah would want to taste you almost immediately, kissing you straight down to your legs, and pleasuring you until you were a quivering, gasping mess. By the time he pulled you back into his lap and thrust inside you, you were clinging to him and grinding your hips to take him deeper. 

MISSANDEI

She hadn’t had much experience herself, and none of them were particularly good memories, so in a way it was like you both were having a new experience together. Missandei liked to think of it that way. You both took a long bath together first, full of playful touches and deep kisses, before helping each other dry off and heading to your warm bed. Missandei liked holding you close so she could feel your heartbeat together with her’s, and when she touched between your legs, she loved how eager and sensitive you were. She thought your orgasm was the loveliest thing, the way you moaned and gasped, and she’d ask nicely before using her tongue to give you another. You wanted to do the same things to her, although she wouldn’t pressure you, and you thought it was cute how much she touched and patted your hair as she got closer to her own orgasm.

TYWIN LANNISTER

Having wanted you for some time, Tywin had already thought of how to make you comfortable. As he removed your wedding dress, he’d run his hands along your sides and down your back, occasionally kissing your neck and shoulder to make you shiver. Once you were bare before him, he’d stroke your thighs and kiss your breasts, then slip a hand between your legs. His fingers would stroke slowly and firmly, making you arch your back and hold onto him. The whole time, Tywin would admire your flushed cheeks and bright eyes, but he’d say nothing as you came undone in his arms. Once you’d caught your breath, he’d squeeze your hips and take you with a pace that was just as steady, but deep enough to draw several moans from you. It was slow enough not to hurt, but you could still feel every inch. The closer you were to another orgasm, the more he’d pick up the pace and encourage you to keep saying his name. 

TYRION LANNISTER

He loved you with all his heart, and he still felt like it was a dream that a kind, beautiful girl like you still wanted to be with him. He’d long decided that he would spoil you rotten. Tyrion took his time undressing you, praising your sweetness all the while, planting kisses on all his favorite places, which was most of your body. He’d still want to make you laugh, because he just loved that smile, but once he began touching you he wanted your moans instead. He’d touch and lick you with confidence, curious to what you would like best. He’d want to be in you as soon as you came down from your first orgasm, but he had the sense of mind to hand you a drink and ask how you were doing. After a shower of more kisses, he’d part your legs again and lose himself in how sweet and warm you felt. He’d still touch you, over sensitive or not, wanting you to come around his cock.

JAIME LANNISTER

Jaime thought you were joking at first, he’d seen so many suitors after you, he was sure you’d had your pick before you two were together. He was cocky, insisting that he’d spoil any other man for you, and you just scoffed and pulled him into a deep kiss. As he began undressing you and relishing in the gasps you’d make when he squeezed you, Jaime started to become quieter. He noticed how you’d look at him with such anticipation -  no, love - and how his touches made you shiver. It was new and exhilarating, but a strange, protective feeling came over him. He pulled you into his arms as he touched between your legs, whispering all sorts of sweet and filthy things at once. He had a sudden urge to come with you, so he’d eased himself inside and held you possessively until you two cried out together.

SANDOR CLEGANE

It made him damned nervous. In fact, he was probably more nervous that you - you actually wanted him, you held his face and kissed him with such affection that it was frightening. You reassured him it’s what you wanted, and as much as he grappled with it, he was already greedily pulling at your dress and dragging you to bed. The more you touched him so tenderly and became needier for kisses, the more possessive he became. He squeezed your ass tightly as he bit at your neck, wanting to leave bruises and hickeys, loving to hear how breathless you were. He loved stretching you out with his calloused fingers, feeling how you’d clench against him and slick his palm up. He didn’t want to admit to himself how much he loved hearing you cry out his name as you came. He wanted you in his lap when he thrust into you, wanting to really hold you close, as if you’d leave at any second. 

BRONN OF BLACKWATER

Bronn already knew you didn’t have much experience in this department, and he never faulted you for it. If anything, he tried not to think about how much he liked the idea of “teaching” you a few things. When you teased him about just such a thing, he couldn’t believe his luck, and gladly went to your chambers. He admired your stubbornness and gave you all sorts of dirty praises as he slowly undressed you. Bronn took his time, teasing and edging you, laughing when you told him to hurry up. Groping your ass and licking up your wetness was fun, but surprised himself at how much he wanted to be in you. He let you hold him close, thinking the way you nuzzled into his neck was cute, and relished the breathless gasps you gave as he began thrusting in and out. 

PETYR BAELISH

You knew he would take care of you, because he always treated you with such sweetness, but you hadn’t expected it to happen this quickly. He was just in such a romantic mood, wanting to shower you with gifts and touches, and you could see the eagerness in his eyes when he asked if you were comfortable to let him go further. Petyr removed your clothes swiftly, but he was quick to touch and reassure you, giving you loving kisses and gladly leaving hickeys behind on your neck and shoulders. As he’d touch between your legs and bring you to orgasm, his sweet words would become dirty praise, asking if you liked what he did to you and how much you wanted him. He didn’t quiet himself once he was finally inside you, quickly becoming possessive as he kept you in place and almost begged you to moan louder for him.

STANNIS BARATHEON

He expected this sort of thing, but seeing you on the bed in your lovely wedding gown was affecting the stern man more than he wanted to admit. His eyes kept taking in your shoulders, your lips, the way the dress hugged your legs, and before long he was helping you wiggle out of it. You knew that he wanted to touch you, and you had to reassure him that you wanted him to. It was enough to make Stannis’ cheeks turn a little pink. He lost himself in your warmth, allowing himself to relax, and you felt safe in his surprisingly strong grip. You didn’t expect how carefully he held you, or the soft apology he gave as he slowly thrust in you. You gladly gave yourself over to the new and pleasurable sensations. Afterward, Stannis was unsure how to process these new feelings and thoughts, but he offered to draw you a bath and made sure you were comfortable in bed afterward, quietly asking if he could do anything else for you. You liked the gentleness in his voice as he said this, and he was just as attentive in the  morning.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

As you kissed him firmly and brought him close to you, Davos quietly asked if you were sure you wanted to be with him. He was still concerned about the status difference between you, never mind the age gap. When you’d firmly press yourself against him and reassure him of your love, he’d melt and find himself unable to deny you anything. He’d shower you with plenty of affection as the two of you removed your clothes, and before long Davos became lost in the warmth and softness of your body. He knew just how to finger you and stroke you while kissing your neck and chest, and relished in the way you held him closer and begged for him. As you’d come down from your orgasm, he’d pull you into his lap and murmur how much he wanted you. He’d start out at a slow and steady pace for you, only going faster once he was sure you were comfortable. Afterward, he’d be nothing but doting and loving, tucking you in bed and letting you snuggle into him all you wanted.

MARGAERY TYRELL

She wouldn’t tease you at all for being mostly inexperienced, because she didn’t have much herself. Margaery knew the things she liked, however, and she wanted to try lots of things she heard about with you. You laughed at the mischievous glint she had in her eyes as she gently laid you down. Her kisses were full and loving, although her hands were snaking under your dress. She was matter of fact with her compliments, loving the feeling of your breasts in her hands and the warmth of your thighs as her fingers ran along them. She started to touch you with her fingers, but before long her curiosity was too much and she wanted to use her tongue. Margaery loved how you moaned her name as you came, and you realized you were at her mercy as she kept stroking and touching you. Margaery gave you a sweet kiss to your brow when she finished, trying not to grin at how flushed and breathless you were. 

BRYNDEN TULLY

He admitted he wasn’t so sure at first, wondering if a lady such as yourself should be with an old knight like him in the first place. Still, your insistence would warm his heart and he knew he had to spoil his girl rotten. He’d teasingly ask how you’d like it as he thrust his fingers in and out, coating them in your wetness once you finished. Brynden would assure you that you didn’t have to go any farther if you weren’t comfortable, and when you told him you were ready, he’d smile warmly. He’d hold you close and enter you carefully, giving you time to relax around this thick size. It wouldn’t take long for him to get lost in your body and thrust a little too quickly; he’d breathlessly apologize and kiss your brow if it hurt too much.

EDMURE TULLY

He was confident through your courtship, sweet through the wedding ceremony and a little flirty through the subsequent feast, but once you two entered the bedroom, Edmure suddenly became a little nervous. It wasn’t new for him, but you were more than special to him, and he didn’t want to disappoint you. He began to pull your dress away and marvel in your beauty, his hands eagerly seeking out the places that made you sigh and shiver. Edmure would insist you tell him if it hurt too much while he was inside you. As you’d wrapped your arms around him, he’d give you plenty of kisses and thrust at a steady pace that filled you up and made you shudder. He’d stop now and again to touch you, and he’d definitely want you to come first. 

BRIENNE OF TARTH

Brienne thought she would be nervous when this time came, perhaps even fearful. She  hated thinking about it before, after all. She hardly had experience, but she knew her feelings. She knew she loved and trusted you, and you thought the same of her. It was a comforting thought as you both rested in each other’s arms, your kisses and touches naturally becoming something more. It just felt right as she slid your nightgown down and you began to untie her loose shirt. She loved your reassuring smile, and how those lips quivered when she explored your body. Brienne didn’t think she was any good with flowery words, so she spoke honestly, praising your beauty and kindness. She hadn’t ever imagined how you might come, but now that she’d seen it, she was sure whatever she could’ve thought wouldn’t measure up. You two enjoyed each other’s embraces and company, eventually falling asleep snuggled up together.

RAMSAY BOLTON

He was absolutely delighted that you hadn’t been touched before, or at least, you’d never gone this far with anyone else. He’d say as much as he’d undress you, praising you for being “his” and letting him have this “present”. Ramsay would be quick to toss the clothes aside and take your body in his hands. He’d eagerly squeeze every bit as he’d leave hickeys all over your neck and breasts. He’d actually spend quite a bit of time marking you up and groping you, only stopping briefly to remove some of his clothes. He’d grasp your hips and lick you hard and fast, making you come too quickly, then he’d keep at it to give you another one and turn you into a whimpering mess. The transition to his cock would be swift, which would make you cry out, but he’d thrust slowly after that. He’d want to take in every expression you made, relishing in it, asking if you were pleased and if you wanted him to go faster. 

ROOSE BOLTON

To say he was pleased about this was an understatement. You could absolutely tell by the glint in his eyes when you told him. You teased Roose to be gentle, and you wondered what he had in mind when he pulled you toward him. He’d leave love bites up your neck and chest while fingering you, wanting to hear you shudder and feel you clenching around his fingers. He’d want you to be louder as you came, but if you were quieter, it’d be a charming surprise. As he’d pull you to him and finally thrust inside you, he’d immediately have a feeling of possessiveness and would hold you tight as he thrusted inside you. Roose wouldn’t want to intentionally hurt you, but he’d enjoy the slight gasps and little whines his harder thrusts would give you. Afterward he surprised you with how he wanted to draw you a hot bath - even wanting to bathe you himself - and how he already had clean sheets and a comfortable fur ready. 

OBERYN MARTELL

Oberyn had suspected you hadn’t been with someone before, not that he faulted you for it at all. He was open about your comfort and boundaries, and when you were ready, he promised he’d make it special. Oberyn planned to spoil you, because you deserved the best. In a hot bath he’d massage your legs and kiss your neck, biting at your ear as he playfully asked if he could touch you. He’d stroke you and leave hickeys on your neck, only letting you come once you said his name several times. He’d want to dry you off and wrap you in one of his silk robes, before picking you up and whisking you away to the bedroom. Oberyn would kiss from your ankles to your legs, wanting to taste you and overstimulate you, and only then would he pull you into his lap and grind his length against your wet core. As he entered you, he’d have plenty of praise and guidance, telling you how to move your hips to be more comfortable and asking what you’d like him to do. He’d be so proud of you as you’d become more confident, and he wouldn’t let himself finish until you were fully satisfied again. 

BERIC DONDARRION

As much as he loved to cling to you and spend several evenings showering you in kisses, he’d always told you that he’d wait if you weren’t comfortable with going further. He was happy you trusted him and wanted him for your first experience; you could tell from his grin. Beric would pull out all the stops; showering you in kisses while he touched your body through your clothes, then slowly undressing you and kissing all the skin he exposed. He’d whisper praise after praise, telling you how beautiful you are, grinning at how flustered you’d become. He’d keep murmuring sweet words as he’d finger you and stroke you, loving how you’d cling to him and rock against his fingers. Once you came, he’d eagerly lick you clean and again ask if you were ready. He’d enter you carefully, letting you feel every inch and wanting to hold you close. Beric would keep his slow and steady pace, breathless as he was, and only speeding up if you “asked sweetly”.

GENDRY

He blushed to his ears when you told him you’d haven't actually been with anyone before. He hadn’t, either, but he was so sure a wonderful girl like you deserved something better than the small room you both stole away in. Your kiss reassured him, though, and he asked that you tell him if he did something you didn’t like. Once you both began to undress and explore each other’s bodies, he grew in confidence, only spurred on by your hands running down his chest and arms. He’d touch and feel how wet you were, and with your encouragement, would stroke you with his rough hands until you came. He’d love sinking into you with his cock, almost losing himself right there. He’d hold you tightly and protectively as he thrusted into you, sighing your name as he kept pace.

#game of thrones imagines #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #got imagines #got x reader #AIGHT ITS 11 LETS PLAY ANIMAL CROSSING BOIIII

[felicjana050896]

Recently, I've been re-reading asoiaf as well as theories on Reddit and building up one big theory about what could happen (as long as George doesn't release WoW before my theory), and I've known for a long time that a lot of people want to see Tyrion rides the dragon, Viserion is most often mentioned, and the following quotes give evidence:

,,,,Salloreon, as it please my lord. If the King's Hand will permit, I should be most honored to forge him a suit of armor suitable to his House and high office." Two of the others sniggered, but Salloreon plunged ahead, heedless. "Plate and scale, I think. The scales gilded bright as the sun, the plate enameled a deep Lannister crimson. I would suggest a demon's head for a helm, crowned with tall golden horns. When you ride into battle, men will shrink away in fear."

Scales gilded bright as the sun, a demons head with tall golden horns, when you ride into battle men will shrink away in fear. Tyrion on Viserion.

,,A demon's head, Tyrion thought ruefully, now what does that say of me? "Master Salloreon, I plan to fight the rest of my battles from this chair."

Fighting battles from chairs, Tyrion fighting from his dragon saddle.

And here in the Winds chapter, rather point blank foreshadowing.

 

,,The white cyvasse dragon ended up at Tyrion's feet. He scooped it off the carpet and wiped it on his sleeve, but some of the Yunkish blood had collected in the fine grooves of the carving, so the pale wood seemed veined with red. "All hail our beloved queen, Daenerys." Be she alive or be she dead. He tossed the bloody dragon in the air, caught it, grinned.""

,,Viserion sensed her disquiet. The white dragon lay coiled around a pear tree, his head resting on his tail. When Dany passed his eyes came open, two pools of molten gold. His horns were gold as well, and the scales that ran down his back from head to tail. "You're lazy," she told him, scratching under his jaw. His scales were hot to the touch, like armor left too long in the sun. Dragons are fire made flesh. She had read that in one of the books Ser Jorah had given her as a wedding gift."  Daenerys I, ADWD

,,He dreamed of a better place, a snug little cottage by the sunset sea. The walls were lopsided and cracked and the floor had been made of packed earth, but he had always been warm there, even when they let the fire go out. She used to tease me about that, he remembered. I never thought to feed the fire, that had always been a servant's task. "We have no servants," she would remind me, and I would say, "You have me, I'm your servant," and she would say, "A lazy servant. What do they do with lazy servants in Casterly Rock, my lord?" and he would tell her, "They kiss them." That would always make her giggle." Tyrion XV, ACOK*

And sure, this is quite strong evidence, but ..., Tyrion would have to have dragon blood in him (I don't see that, there are too many indications that Jaime and Cersei are Aerys' children) or blow the horn (which also doesn't I can see because the horn is cursed and probably anyone who blows on it will die, so for Tyrion to bind with the dragon with the horn, another Lannister would be needed, and there is probably no one nearby). I counterpoint to these quotes, I will add (because in my opinion Tyrion is only a red herring) regarding the first quote, Tyrion's armor, that the armor is described as red and gold, there is no white, and Viserion's main color is white, red is his blood like any animal, cut with golden veins, clear partially the reverse into "white wood cut with red veins," but we have an interesting quote in Eddard's chapter, Game of Thrones, p. 573:

,,He remembered Jaime Lannister, a golden youth on scales white armor, kneeling on the grass in front of the king's pavilion and making his vows to protect and defend King Aerys."

,,Viserion's scales were the color of fresh cream, his horns, wing bones and spinal crest a dark gold that flashed bright as metal in the sun." (Strom of swords, Daenerys, p. 77)

In Jaime's chapters the mention of the sun and gold is more frequent than anywhere else, plus Jaime himself is always described as golden, like the sun, in addition, we have some two quotes that talk about the beast, and as I read asoiaf and analyze, I don't recall in the whole Saga any more embarrassing moments of using the word than here:

,,Glinting gold in the lamplight, the whiskers made him look like some great yellow beast, magnificent even in chains. His unwashed hair fell to his shoulders in ropes and tangles, the clothes were rotting on his body, his face was pale and wasted . . . and even so, the power and the beauty of the man were still apparent." A Clash of Kings, Catelyn, page 420

,,Jaime had only seen Rhaella once after that, the morning of the day she left for Dragonstone. The queen had been cloaked and hooded as she climbed inside the royal wheelhouse that would take her down Aegon’s High Hill to the waiting ship, but he heard her maids whispering after she was gone. They said the queen looked as if some beast had savaged her, clawing at her thighs and chewing on her breasts. A crowned beast, Jaime knew." A Feast for Crows, Jaime, page 206

Plus, one of the fire and ice comments on the Polish forum drew attention to a curiosity:

,,I recently became convinced that Brienne and Jamie would escape the outlaws by departing on Viserion. As the Virgin of Tarth herself admits, at the court where she grew up, more than once ladies from the Far East, who sang their songs unknown to Westeros, often visited them. I'm sure she'll probably accidentally summon a dragon by singing one of them that turns out to be a spell. As a result, they will fly away on it, I personally hope to say goodbye to the UnCat character forever. I wish she was burned by a dragon than Jamie ripped her throat out with his golden hand, but I'll probably swallow that too. The dragon that saves them will be Viserion. I have already mentioned this in another topic, his scales are white and his blood is red with golden threads (the colors of the Lanisters). I am sure he will fly it. The fact that Jaime will be patching on the dragon and not Tyrion also fits the story of the younger brothers living in the shadow of the elders, which is repeated more than once in the saga. My theory was confirmed by the fact that the inn in front of which Brienne fought Roger was once called "the Clanking Dragon". Viserion still has chains attached to his legs, which Quentyn Martell described, "Broken chains clanked and clattered about his legs."

Although I don't see that Jaime and Brienne have to run away from the fraternity on Viserion, I see this scene quite differently, but the fact that Brienne was learning songs from some eastern women, Catelyn in one chapter encourages Brienne to sing:

,,“There was always a singer at Evenfall Hall when I was a girl,” Brienne said quietly. “I learned all the songs by heart.”

“Sansa did the same, though few singers ever cared to make the long journey north to Winterfell.” I told her there would be singers at the king’s court, though. I told her she would hear music of all sorts, that her father could find some master to help her learn the high harp. Oh, gods forgive me . . .

Brienne said, “I remember a woman . . . she came from some place across the narrow sea. I could not even say what language she sang in, but her voice was as lovely as she was. She had eyes the color of plums and her waist was so tiny my father could put his hands around it. His hands were almost as big as mine.” She closed her long, thick fingers, as if to hide them.

“Did you sing for your father?” Catelyn asked.

Brienne shook her head, staring down at her trencher as if to find some answer in the gravy. "

“For Lord Renly?”

The girl reddened. “Never, I . . . his fool, he made cruel japes sometimes, and I . . .”

“Someday you must sing for me.”

“I . . . please, I have no gift.” Brienne pushed back from the table. “Forgive me, my lady. Do I have your leave to go?”" A Clash of Kings, Catelyn, page 352

Singing seems to be very important, George wouldn't have put so much emphasis on him then, Brienne failed to sing for Renly, failed to sing for Catelyn, for the two people she served, so I'm 100% sure that for Jaime 'sings it.

Addition:

,,The cream-and-gold I call Viserion. Viserys was cruel and weak and frightened, yet he was my brother still. His dragon will do what he could not.” A Clash of Kings, Daenerys, page 103

So what will he do ... what Viserys has not done ... he has not won the throne of course, Viserion is to be the dragon (his rider is to be) who will take the throne.

,,“Boy or man, he had no right to that throne.”" A Game od Throne, Eddard, page 113

The real irony of George would be if Jaime had enormous rights to the throne, and ultimately sat on it.

,,And here he has remained, while his brother and his brother’s son and his son each reigned and died in turn, until Jaime Lannister put an end to the line of the Dragonkings.”

“King,” croaked the raven. The bird flapped across the solar to land on Mormont’s shoulder. “King,” it said again, strutting back and forth.

“He likes that word,” Jon said, smiling.

“An easy word to say. An easy word to like.”

“King,” the bird said again.

“I think he means for you to have a crown, my lord.”" A Clash of Kings, Jon, page 56

And yes, this could actually be proof that Jon will sit on the throne (and I am largely behind the theory myself, I see Jon on the throne at the end and Jaime as his hand, but ..., there are many quotes to Jon as to the king, but there are as many quotes to Jaime as the king, so I leave the door open anyway that there is a percentage chance that Jaime will sit on the throne) but the raven says it when we have mention of Jaime Lannister, so maybe ultimately not it's a reference to Jon, but to Jaime?

#asoiaf #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister #brienne of tarth #viserion

[stormborns]

GAME OF THRONES 2.05, The Ghost of Harrenhal

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For the lobsterinos 🦞🦞: 1, 20, 30, 31, 39 <3

1. Who wakes up first?

Jorah, mostly. But if it’s his birthday or if they have anything planned for the day that Daenerys is even remotely excited about, she’s up before dawn, sprawled on his chest, chin in her hands, eager smile on her face, willing him to wake up. And if that doesn’t work, she starts in with the butterfly kisses.

20. What do they argue about the most?

Little, inconsequential things. Movie choices (“Jorah, sorry, I love you but I can’t take another three-hour miniseries on submarines, I just can’t…”), book choices (“Khaleesi, you are the light of my life, but if you force me to read another Nicholas Sparks* novel, it’s not going to end well for us…”), whether or not she was flirting with Daario Naharis at the holiday office party (“I was not”), whether or not he was jealous about it (“absolutely not”), who loves who more (it’s a tie). *She tells him it’s not Nicholas Sparks, it’s Jojo Moyes - he answers, “I don’t care, love.”

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

Neither. Dishes are the worst. (Haha I personally love doing dishes so I don’t understand this about them, but it’s still true :P)

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?

Well, Daenerys is definitely more vocal about her cravings. And it could be anything. She has a list. Ice cream sandwiches at midnight, sweet peaches, kissing by a fire while it’s snowing outside, her bear. But Jorah will surprise her once in a while with some random but strong craving that she’s totally amused by – like he wants shepherd’s pie or something and she’ll move heaven and earth to get it for him, while side-eyeing him as she hands over something most people would toss in the trash, "this is what you want?"   

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?)

Joraaaaaaaaaaaah <3 So Daenerys is working on this huge merger with Stark Enterprises and Lannister Productions, trying to bring all the squabbling factions all back under one umbrella corporation of Targaryen, Inc. (it didn’t work when they all went their separate ways, everyone agrees). Her office phone won't stop ringing. Her thoughts are cluttered and she feels like she’s going cross-eyed from the mountains of paperwork she's been buried beneath all week. The clock is chiming out noon and she's not even sure how that happened since the last time she looked up it was quarter to 9. Her stomach growls, on cue, as she looks up...and suddenly, she has take-out from her favorite corner shop sitting at the side of her desk and she’s not even sure where it came from. Although she has a vague memory of someone brushing a kiss against her hair and saying, "I won't tell if you set this all on fire, lass." When she opens the brown bag there’s a little origami dragon inside (perched on a red velvet cupcake) and she grins as she unfolds it to read: “Don't work too hard. Tell Tyrion to watch his mouth. I'll see you at home. Love, J”

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[targaryenimagines]

SFW Alphabet: Daenerys Targaryen

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In public Daenerys isn't a very affectionate person. However, all in the room would know that you were hers. Whether it be a small smile sent your way or her hand clasping yours in a show of silent support. No one would be mistaken when it came to her loyalty and devotion towards you.

In private, however, Daenerys loves to have you in her arms. She loves having her arms wrapped tightly around you. Knowing that you were safe and sound made her feel at peace. Also expect a lot of cheek and nose kisses because once Daenerys starts she won't stop. She wants to make up for not showing you affection for the entire day, and it may take a while.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The friendship would start like many of Daenerys's relationships, with time and patience. You were one of her new advisors and she hadn't gotten a clear read on you, yet. The fact that Tyrion and Jorah both seemed to trust you helped, but Daenerys would still be wary. You would have to prove yourself to her and show her that you could be trusted, and once you do that everything would change for the better.

Daenerys would be the type of best friend that would always stand beside you. Through thick and thin she would be there. To hold your hand or to be a shoulder for you to cry on. She would never disappoint you. She would be a silent protector against the darkness and cruelty of the world around you. Her light burning bright when you felt yourself being surrounded by darkness. She would always be the one to pull you out and show you the way.

Of course there would also be inside jokes that would make the other chuckle during council meetings. Or late night talks with a bottle of wine that could go all night. Not only is Daenerys a great listener but she's fantastic to talk to.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Daenerys doesn't mind cuddling but she doesn't seek it out. However, if she's feeling particularly clingy and wants nothing more than to hold you then she will. She'll wrap her arms around you waist and pull you towards her so that you're fronts were touching. She would look deeply into your eyes with nothing but love shining in her gaze, and you both would feel like there was nothing else around you. Just the two of you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Daenerys does want to settle down with you, eventually. Once she has the Iron Throne she would want nothing more than to start a family with you. She loves you more than anything and she wants to spend the rest of her life with you, but she first has to conquer Westeros.

Daenerys is an okay cook and she keeps her living quarters tidy, but she would much rather have someone cook for her. As she can't really grasp any of the more complex meals.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Daenerys would take you to the side with unshed tears in her eyes. She would make sure that no one could overhear what she was about to say. Wanting as much privacy as she could. Her heart would be breaking as she told you the news, but the care she still had for you would be unwavering. She would offer you two choices, and would be willing to accommodate for either.

The choices being if you would rather stay and still be her advisor or leave with the money Daenerys was willing to give you. No matter which you chose Daenerys would support you wholeheartedly.

Even though you were no longer together that didn't mean she didn't still care for you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Daenerys is very committed towards you, but she can't settle down fully until she has the throne. Meaning she doesn't want to marry until everything is over. She wants to be able to fully enjoy her married life with you, and she can't do that when she's still planning her invasion.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Daenerys is very gentle with you in everything you could ever imagine. Her touch can either be feather light or rock solid. She knows exactly how to touch you and when. However, Daenerys can have some difficulty with being gentle emotionally. Not that she means any harm when she speaks... she just has to deal with bickering merchants all day, which can leave her sort of lacking when it comes to that front. But when she realizes what she's done wrong she's quick to rectify it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Daenerys enjoys the occasional hug in public, but she hates having her arms pinned or filled with something when around others. It makes it much easier to attack her and the person she's embracing. In private, however, Daenerys is more than happy to wrap her arms around you and hold you tight. Either nuzzling her face into your hair or neck with a sigh of contentment.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take a while for Daenerys to say she loves you, but that doesn't mean her actions don't show what she's not saying. She would try to show you everyday that she loves and cherishes you. However, one day, when you were asleep she would brush her lips against your cheek. Her eyes staring at you with adoration and a soft smile curling her lips. She would whisper those three words to you, and mean every single syllable. Hoping one day she would be able to say it to your face.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Daenerys is very much like a dragon when jealous. If she could breathe fire she more than likely would. Her entire being would stiffen and her gaze would harden when she sees someone flirting with you. Without thinking she would move closer towards you, trying to gauge the situation and when she sees that someone is trying to take you from her? All bets are off and a very furious Khaleesi is charging towards the both of you. She would grab you around the wrist and take you back to your shared chamber.

To show you exactly who you belonged to.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Daenerys's kisses are either feather light and filled with a sense of coyness. Or they're passionate, burning brighter than the morning sun.

She loves to kiss your nose, cheeks or neck. Your nose because she loves to see the adorable crinkle that appears because of the action. Your cheeks because they're the easiest to access when she's walking near you. Your neck because it's the easiest place to mark you.

She loves to be kissed on her mouth because she loves feeling you respond to her. She loves feeling the love and passion you have for her.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Daenerys is sort of in the middle around children. She doesn't detest them nor does outwardly react when around them. It hurts her heart when she has to be near laughing children. Reminding her of everything she's lost, but seeing that you were the one that was making them laugh? She's reminded of everything that she's gained because of it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Daenerys normally doesn't sleep in because she is the Khaleesi afterall. She has council meetings the majority of the time or she's meeting with her people, which doesn't leave much time to sleep in. On those days she kisses your cheek and holds you close for a moment before slipping out of the bed. Getting ready to start her day.

If it's one of the rare days that she has nothing to do than she will pull you tightly towards her and hold you close. Her entire being sinking into the bed. Relishing the warmth and happiness she feels in that moment.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If Daenerys had a long day then she'll do nothing more than kiss you and get ready for bed. Not having the energy to do more than that.

More often than not, however, she's very much ready to become connected with you once more. Having missed the sense of intimacy you two share throughout the day, and wanting to rekindle that. Even if it meant spending all night doing so.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Daenerys would reveal parts of her past very slowly towards you, but with each reveal you would be able to see the trust that she now has in you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Daenerys isn't the most patient person around. At least not when it comes something she truly wants.

She can become angered easily when insolence is thrown her way. Or when someone directly disobeys her.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

If it was something important than Daenerys would have no problems remembering it. Even passing conversations she remembers because she always cherishes the moments she has with you. Every moment she has with you is imprinted in her brain (and heart).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Daenerys's favorite moment of your relationship would be when you met her children. She can still remember the way you were nervously pacing around. The way you were fidgeting your hands, to the point where she had to come up and grasp them. Speaking to you in a soothing voice telling you everything would be alright.

She remembers the look in your eyes as you finally laid your gaze upon them. The awe and happiness at seeing dragons. Not the sense of fear and terror that many had. It was a look that, truly, cemented her love for you.

She remembers Viserion coming towards you and nuzzling his small head against your hand. Remembers the smile you gave him and the sounds he made when you started to pet him. She remembers Drogon and Rhaegal finally moving over and, cautiously, nuzzling you too because they wanted to be pet.

She remembers the warmth in her heart at seeing her family.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Daenerys is very, very protective.

She has seen what not being cautious can do and she refuses to lose you. Whenever you're out and about there would always be three (or more) Unsullied or Dothraki to follow you. Especially if she's not there herself to be near you.

Even though you may fight against it she would be resolute, and it's something she would never bend on. You were her top priority (along with her children), and she would be damned if she let anything happen to you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Most nights Daenerys would be too tired to put as much effort as she would want in your dates, but she would make sure you know how important you were to her. During anniversaries she would clear her schedule and spend the entire day with you (either in or out of bed).

Her gifts are very heartfelt and she puts a lot of time into picking them. She's known what it was like to not get anything or to get something and it be something that clearly means nothing. She refuses for that to happen to anyone she cares for.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She's overprotective.

Daenerys means well when it comes to her wanting to protect you, but sometimes she can go overboard and you have to put your foot down. It's caused no small shortage of fights, but the two of you had finally come to an agreement.

Even though you know she would change her mind in an instant.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Daenerys is very concerned with her looks. She's in the public eye all day. She can't look unkempt because that would tarnish her image.

So, yes, she cares a great deal about her looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

The short answer? Yes.

The long answer? Daenerys would feel like she's lost her other half when she doesn't have you. She would feel like everything was crashing down around her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Everything she used to enjoy would be nothing without you. Her heart would be shattered and only you could pick up the pieces.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Targaryen's, like dragons, mate for life. So you are Daenerys's entire world and she would do anything to keep you safe. Her children knowing this immediately see you as their second mother. Loving you just as much as they do her, and protecting you just as she does.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Daenerys would never stand for a dishonest partner. Trust and loyalty are a big thing to her, and she could never be with someone that doesn't abide by that. She has seen enough pain and suffering in this world because of disloyalty/dishonesty.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Daenerys by herself is a light sleeper. Waking to even the slightest sounds in the night and not falling back asleep for a long while afterwards.

However, with you she sleeps deeply. Her slumber only being disturbed by your presence no longer being beside her. With you she can let her guard down and finally rest completely. Like a slumbering dragon she's hard to wake and only does when you're no longer near her.

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[marmalademouse]

Escape to Bear Island (Part III)

Alternative Universe - Modern Setting

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[fireismine]

Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month

Day 3 → Personality Traits

Brave

When Daenerys faced Drogon's fury in Daznak's pit, she stood her ground in spite of her fear:

Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon's long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. If I run from him, he will burn me and devour me. - Daenerys IX, A Dance with Dragons

Clever

In the House of the Undying, Daenerys was given instructions to only go through the first door on the right. She reached a dead end and quickly realised she needed to go through the last door on the left:

Yet another torch went out as she stood pondering, and the sounds grew faintly louder. Drogon's long neck snaked out and he opened his mouth to scream, steam rising from between his teeth. He hears it too. Dany turned to the blank wall once more, but there was nothing. Could there be a secret door, a door I cannot see? Another torch went out. Another. The first door on the right, he said, always the first door on the right. The first door on the right . . . It came to her suddenly. . . . is the last door on the left! - Daenerys IV, A Clash of Kings

Wise

Although Jorah Mormont continually counselled Daenerys to mistrust everyone she meets (to make her dependent solely on him), she innately understood that as a leader, having no trust is just as bad as being too trusting:

"It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone. Every man I take into my service is a risk, I understand that, but how am I to win the Seven Kingdoms without such risks? Am I to conquer Westeros with one exile knight and three Dothraki bloodriders?" - Daenerys I, A Storm of Swords

Observant

Even from her first chapter, Daenerys is shown to be highly aware of her surroundings and able to see Magister Illyrio Mopatis' insincerity while Viserys only heard what he wanted to hear:

Dany had no agents, no way of knowing what anyone was doing or thinking across the narrow sea, but she mistrusted Illyrio's sweet words as she mistrusted everything about Illyrio. Her brother was nodding eagerly, however. "I shall kill the Usurper myself," he promised, who had never killed anyone, "as he killed my brother Rhaegar. And Lannister too, the Kingslayer, for what he did to my father." "That would be most fitting," Magister Illyrio said. Dany saw the smallest hint of a smile playing around his full lips, but her brother did not notice. - Daenerys I, A Game of Thrones

Playful

Daenerys often jokes with her people and has an easygoing manner. When speaking of marriage with Hizdhar zo Loraq, she joked about wanting a magic sword, referencing how knights went on quests to prove their worth to the women they wished to marry:

Hizdahr looked thoughtful. "Ninety days and ninety nights without a corpse, and on the ninety-first we wed?" "Perhaps," said Dany, with a coy look. "Though young girls have been known to be fickle. I may still want a magic sword." Hizdahr laughed. "Then you shall have that too, Radiance. Your wish is my command. Best tell your seneschal to begin making preparations for our wedding." - Daenerys IV, A Dance with Dragons

Intuitive

As Drogon roared in Daenerys' face in Daznak's pit, she instinctively knew that if she ran away, he would kill her:

Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon's long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. If I run from him, he will burn me and devour me. - Daenerys IX, A Dance with Dragons

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