#Dragonborn!Rhaenyra

[itspronouncedjulia]

Honestly my Dragonborn!Rhaenyra is going to have enchanting maxed out legendary down boots because almost all of the armor in Skyrim is ugly and the ones I like just I feel like would not suit her lol

Like she's going to have nice clothes made for her and then enchant them accordingly. Like recreate those season 2 fits and then just make them magic idk lol

And honestly what inspired this the fact that I can not stand the way daeric armor looks like it's actually so ugly and I could never in good faith writing Rhaenyra wearing it. Honestly even having her in the iron armor right now is painful but my girl needed more than those rags she popped up in.

[silver-dragonborn]

Draft #1: Prologue of Ascension

This is just a prologue of my upcoming multi-chaptered fanfic I call Ascension. It's a HOTD/Skyrim crossover in which Rhaenyra and Syrax find themselves in a strange land during a flight gone wrong. Rhaenyra finds herself embroiled in Skyrim's politics, Civil War, and a dragon invasion, but survives every challenge and becomes High Queen of Skyrim after she slew Alduin. This is an extremely rough draft in which Daemon finds her after years of searching.

He is currently going through a severe culture shock because he has never seen an orc or an elf before. Plus, he's finding out for the first time that his niece is already a Queen when she has an inheritance back in Westeros.

Some things to know before you read:

>Rhaenyra fought for the Imperials as she sympathized with Elisif and killed Ulfric, crushing his rebellion under her foot.

>Syrax is on High Hrothgar learning from Paathurnax. Rhaenyra is still her rider, but lately, Syrax has become bigger and more independent.

>Rhaenyra does not trust the Thalmor, but her household is diverse and she strives to undue certain harmful laws and permit Khajiit to be allowed within cities and towns. She also had a town built for the Argonians of Windhelm so that they might live in peace and ensured the Dunmer were treated far better than they were under Ulfric's rule.

>The four children are the orphans of Skyrim: Lucia, Alesan, Sofie, and Blaise. Rhaenyra took pity on these children and took them in as her wards. She gives them an education, food, and arcane lessons and prepares them to hold esteemed positions within her household once they reach age. The children are fiercely protective of their mentor.

>Rhaenyra wields a blade, but her gift lies in the arcane, and like Viseyna, she uses magic like a pro.

Please do not repost or reblog.

Prince Daemon's polished boots click-clicked against the highly polished floor. The chamberlain’s silken slippers squeak-squeaked along behind. The echoes of both snap-snapped from the glittering walls of the Blue Palace and around the great, hollow space, their hurry-setting lazy dust motes swirling through bars of soft light.

Daemon's travel boots, scuffed and supple from long use and dragon-riding, made no sound. This...this was the foreign land his niece had fled Westeros for. “Upon entering the presence of Her Excellency,” the chamberlain’s words droned out, “you advance towards her, without undue speed, looking neither right nor left, your eyes tilted down towards the ground and at no point meeting those of her Excellency. You stop at the red line on the carpet. Not before the line and under no circumstances beyond it but precisely at the line. You then kneel—”

“I will not kneel,” said Daemon not even bothering to grace the chamberlain as the man was queer in appearance with too-dark skin, ghastly glowing red eyes, and ears with sharp tips. A Dunmer. An elf. Grumps and Snarks come to life unsettling him in the worst possible way. But the elf was one of many of his niece's stranger subjects.

Lizardfolk, green people with tusks, furred cats that walked on legs, and golden-skinned elves with impossible beauty. Even the humans were exotic with their ability to use any weapon of their choosing and permit the women to fight alongside the men or defend their homestead.

The chamberlain’s dark head rotated towards him like an affronted bird's, a snarl upon his thin lips as he practically hissed at Daemon. “Only the heads of state of foreign powers are excepted! Everyone must—” “Rhaenyra Targaryen is my niece. I will not kneel.” The chamberlain's lips parted open in shock, his slight body quivered with outrage, but Daemon snapped over him, temper crackling. “By the Fourteen Flames! I have not seen my niece since she disappeared on her dragon! Her Excellency does not give a fuck whether a man kneels if he is her beloved kin. I am her uncle.” Two armor-clad guardsmen lifted their crossed halberds to let them pass, and before the chamberlain could announce him, Daemon shoved the double doors wide open. He was eager to greet his niece, eager to take her in his arms, eager to take her back home to claim her birthright and heal Visery's broken heart.

The hall beyond was cavernous, opulent, and grand with dragon banners and statues on either side like silent sentinels. Fit for the throne room of the most powerful woman in Skyrim. The throne room of the Red Keep was grand, but this rivaled that of the Red Keep. A thin black carpet stretched away down the mosaic floor, a red line at its lonely end. A high dais rose beyond it, a dozen men and shockingly women in full armor standing guard in front.

Upon the dais was a grand throne carved from raw ebony. Within the throne was his missing niece, Rhaenyra Targaryen High Queen of Skyrim...Slayer of Alduin...Dragonborn. She was dressed all in imposing black armor, but the severe look on her beautiful face was blacker and her hair was tied in a long braid with two loops on either side of her face. She has grown, Daemon thought, a curl of unease blooming in his stomach as she stared down at him as if he were a stranger and not the man who had spent years and gold to find her.

A peculiar and foreign selection of people, three scores or more, of all races, sizes, and shapes, knelt before Rhaenyra and her retinue in a wide arc. They carried no weapons now but Daemon guessed these fine men and women carried many. Despite their strange appearance, Daemon knew what they were. Killers. Soldiers. Hounds. All of them killers. Like him...and apparently, like his niece, too.

They say she kills dragons, that she devours their souls, and when she speaks, the ground trembles in awe of her Shout.

Daemon advanced towards the dais, without undue speed, looking neither right nor left. He passed through the half-circle of assorted couriers, noting four children almost close to adulthood, and stopped precisely at the line. He watched the still-annoyed Chamberlain stride past the guards and up the steps to the throne, leaning to whisper in Rhaenyra's ear, the four children watched Daemon with silent suspicion and Daemon noticed that each child had a weapon strapped to their waist.

Rhaenyra stared at Daemon for a long moment and Daemon stared back, the hall cloaked all the while in that oppressive silence that only great spaces can produce. “So it truly is him. Why are you not kneeling, Uncle?” “He does not kneel, apparently,” snapped the Chamberlain with heat. Rhaenyra waved his angry words away with a regal hand, each finger adorned with ruby and ebony rings that glistened in the light.

“Everyone else kneels. What makes you special, Uncle?”

“I am a Prince and your kin,” said Daemon.

“But you do not kneel.”

“Because we are family and I have spent years searching for my niece...for you.”

"Make him kneel!" snarled one of the children, a dark-skinned boy dressed in strange garb who made as if to grab the mace at his hip only for a girl, a brown-haired little thing, grab him gently by the wrist and shake her head, but her eyes were hard with fury on her Queen's behalf. "Peace, Alesan," Rhaenyra cooed, raising her hand to silence. "Daemon is my Uncle. He is stubborn but still blood of my blood and a dragon." The boy, Alesan, scowled and kept his peace, but still glared at him with a mutinous expression.

"Lucia, Alesan, Blaise, Sofie...return to your rooms and resume your lessons." The softness in Rhaenyra's eyes hardened and from a distance, dragons roared. "I will see to my Uncle...and inquire about the state of Westeros and its King...my father."

[hawkmothmoon]

I think I forgot to post Daenerys even though I posted Rhaenyra. Or maybe I did post it? Tumblr app seems to eat some of my posts. Ok here’s Dany! And bonus Rhaenyra.

Details

[the-little-red-haired-girl]

“īlon emagon va moriot meant naejot zālagon hēnkirī.”

We have always meant to burn together

[lichiewhynot]

SHE LITERALLY GODDESS

[helgiafterdark]

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, it is kind of implied that Daemon has hit reader before, or that reader is aware Daemon is violent

>You loved Rhaenyra

>As a child, she'd always make time for you, and eagerly wait for your arrival. She always wished for a girl, and while doing your hair and telling you tales, she always said you were everything she could ever desire in a lass

>So before she married your father, you loved Rhaenyra

>You loved Daemon

>Your father had always doted on you, you had always been his favorite. He defended you fiercely against any slander, and reminded you that all that mattered was that you were dragonborn, you were his seed and carried the Targaryen lineage. You were his first born, his little girl

>So before he married Rhaenyra, you loved your father

>But then you had too look at yourself in the mirror while being dressed for the big day of your father's not first, not second but third wedding day. Not even a year later of Laena's passing

>You remembered Rhaenyra flying with your father and step-mother, while your uncle Laenor would stay on land with you

>You look back at that memory, and can't help but imagine Laena's reaction

>They married in secret, just them, a septon and you

>When you asked your father why your sisters or Rhaenyra's kids were there, he said he trusted you the most

>But you didn't, you didn't trust him anymore

>It was never spoken, but you knew Laenor's "mysterious" death somehow involved them

>This marriage also meant you would have to say goodbye to your sisters, Rhaena and Baela, who would stay in Driftmark

>They both wept, and Rhaena threw a tantrum, but it was to no avail

>And as much as you loved Jace, Luke and Joffrey, they were not your sisters

>Despite the warnings, that year you mounted your dragon for the first time

>Two of the dragon keepers had to run through the halls of dragonstone to inform your father of your dissaparence along with Dagahrion's, it was not difficult to put two and two together

>He got on Caraxes and chased after you

>Like a wise hand once said, not being capable of controlling your daughter seemed to be a tradition in the house of Targaryen

>It was not hard to find you, Dagahrion had grew even concerningly so in the last season, making him easy to spot

>The dragon was shaking, unused to being rode, Daemon begged to every god he had ever disappointed to please allow you to survive, anxiety pooling in his gut

>You were hugging Dagahrion as hard as you could, with your eyes shut. Tears streaming down your cheeks, your face felt like it was freezing due to the wind hitting you. Your garments were restrictive, causing your legs to be tightly wrapped around the scales of his neck

>"Lykirī, lykirī" you kept screaming to your dragon, until he steadied and finally landed at your command

>You were surprised to see Caraxes land with you, your father's screams were inaudible between the fear, the wind and Dagahrion's noises

>When you got off your dragon, your father's expression made your blood run cold. He approached, and you knew by his stance, he could only mean to hit you as soon as he was close enough, you fearfully walked towards him

>But instead of a slap, he hugged you so close to his chest you had trouble breathing. But you did not care, you simply let him silently suffocate you, you can feel his worry, his anger, the turmoil inside him, his heartbeat says it all

>He slowly lets go, and proclaims "I will not have any daughter of mine fall off her dragon, be aware" it sounded like a threat, but you knew in what terms your sire had always spoken in

>He took you home to Dragonstone, on Caraxes, having Dagahrion follow

>When you came back, you noticed Rhaenyra's arm was bleeding once again, she had developed the bad habit of picking on the stitches when she was anxious, but never on this level

>She ran to hug you, and you smelled her blood, the same blood of the valyrian ceremony

>It was difficult to forgive, but you did

>You exchanged multiple letters with Alicent Hightower, and she had always reminded you, that the seven watch after you, and know you have the strength to forgive

>You had spoken to her plainly.

>"[...] You said my father will never love Rhaenyra more than he loves me, but that is not what afflicts me. He may love me more, but I am competent —as competent as any person with a fine set of two eyes— to see he loves her more than lady Laena. She was not my mother, but in her heart of gold, she held me, and at the risk of disrespect, I dare to say she was the closest I could get. I wonder if dragons would get to feel this way too, Caraxes is a son of Dreamfyre and Vermithor, yet they are all apart, and Dagahrion is a son of Vhagar, but has no sire that we know of. Do they feel lonely? I wish they do not, I don't wish for their misery."

>"My dearest Y/N.

Despite my many years here, I do not know about dragons as nearly much as I'd like. They are miraculous creatures, but like any one of us, they were created by the god of seven faces, So I believe they are capable of such emotions. But princess, do not think only of their misery, think of their joy. If I am not overstepping, then may I offer you a solution for both predicaments of loneliness? Both Dagahrion and your grace are the blood of the dragon, and if it pleased you to remain surrounded by your kin, you are always welcome to King's Landing, Sunfyre, Dreamfyre, Vhagar, Vermithor and their riders are always honored to give you company. Perhaps one day you'll call the red keep your home, if you'll excuse my boldness.

While you are not at arms reach from me, I keep you in my mind and my prayers. Pray to the mother, sweet child, you need her like one day I needed her.

Warm regards."

>No matter how much Alicent spoke of him, you did not want anything to do with Aemond for a long time, it was painful

>But you would send one raven for Daeron and one for Helaena almost every week

>Daeron was everything you once saw in his older brother, a knight, a hero. And he was oh so gentle, just like his sister. Perhaps it was due to his position as the youngest, but Daeron never screamed to be heard, never dolled up to be seen, he was gentle like a summer breeze, and never tried to control the conversation in your corresponde

>And as time passed and you kept Alicent's words in your head, your step-brothers also became close companions, each of them sweeter than the last one, the Velaryon boys were like warm honey in your presence, sweet and sticky

>Jace was always respectful, but there was some things you didn't know about him

>Like how he stole an old nightgown of yours to cuddle with at night, or how he keeps hiding your quills so you'll stop writing Daeron

>At some point it is impossible to hide your correspondence from your family, causing Daemon to forbid the servants from giving you birds. This ultimately fails, as you always charm the servants into doing whatever you want

>You sometimes travel to King's Landing on dragonback along with Rhaenyra, you can see that side your family, and Rhaenyra can closely watch the Hightowers actions

>Despite everything, this time was happy

>You loved Rhaenyra, and Daemon, and Alicent, and Viserys, and Jace, Luke and Joffrey, you loved Daeron and Helaena

>But what a horrible feature life has, when everything that is wonderful is meant to end

[aphroditelovesu]

let's talk about how amazing yan!mom rhaenyra, please. as soon as she gave birth and had her baby in her arms, she understood that neither dragon fire nor valyrian steel could break the bond she shared with her baby, is half the soul her and is her heart.

yan!mom rhaenyra makes her baby and her three-headed dragon spend time together from the moment they were both born, thus creating an inseparable bond between them.

yan!mom rhaenyra who is completely amazed as soon as her baby's dragon egg hatches into a three-headed dragon, the emblem of the targaryen house. everyone is amazed and scared except rhaenyra, viserys and laenor, yan!grandfather viserys says that bby!reader is a worthy targaryen and he was given a worthy dragon, bby!reader's parents fully agree.

yan!mom rhaenyra who is surprised when the baby's first words of hers are in high valyrian but she immediately becomes proud, claiming it is her valyrian heritage.

I finally found this concept, wow, sorry for the delay in answering, anon! There's this and more to be answered about bby!reader but I ended up stalling with this because I tend to procrastinate and had some family issues but here we are 😁

Yes, we can and we should talk about yan!mom Rhaenyra and everyone on that wonderful and balanced family*irony* that the Targaryens are!

I agree with all the statements, and if you don't mind, I'll extend them.

Rhaenyra loved her baby the moment she had you in her arms, she ignored your cries and just focused on how small and right you looked to her, how fragile and perfect you were. By the Seven, you were hers and Rhaenyra would have almost burst into tears right there if she hadn't been interrupted by Laenor and Viserys. In that moment, she swore to herself that nothing and no one will separate you from her.

As is a Targaryen tradition, a dragon's egg was placed in your cradle and, to everyone's surprise, it didn't take long for a dragon to be born. But it wasn't just any dragon, it was a three-headed dragon, the symbol of the House of the Dragon. This birth just proved how special you were and how she was even more committed to protecting you, even more so after that event.

Dragon fire, valyrian steel and not even the Seven and the old Valyrian gods could destroy the bond of mother and child you possess.

Everyone was surprised by this birth, but as you said, except Rhaenyra, Viserys and Laenor. Those three just smiled and agreed that this is yet another reminder of your valyrian heritage, that you are dragonborn. Daemon just laughed and said it showed how special you would be to the family's future. He even said that when you came of age, he would give you the Dark Sister as proof.

Some weren't as thrilled with this situation, Alicent and Criston in particular. Some say that the Queen's dissatisfaction with this is envy, but this is not true, she is worried about you. She fears that your dragon could become a future risk to you and Criston is sulking about it, the worry and overprotective instincts grow even more after seeing you so close to this three-headed dragon.

Rhaenyra was tending to you when your first words will come out. At first she didn't pay much attention, imagining that the noises coming out of your mouth were nothing more than small gurgles, like all babies do. But as soon as you said something in High Valyrian she was taken aback.

She thought she heard wrong until you said it again and she actually realized you said your first words and they were in High Valyrian! Rhaenyra felt pride fill her as she hugged her bby tightly. This was just further proof of everything, your lineage and how much of her you really were.

Your bby had the weak traits of someone she's come to hate but you're more like her than expected. You are so perfect for your mother, aren't you?

~ Lady L

[blububblgum]

Ok first of all. Its my dnd au and i make the rules and i think it would be cool if rhaenyra is a trans woman. Obviously this does not work at all with the actual world asoiaf/f&b, but i do what i want. This would create different issues of inheritance (i think??) but ultimately she would be the heir, and she and alicent could get married <3 . Now her actual dnd lore; i think that she would be far more of a warrior if given the opportunity (i also think this about the canon world, but idk if that's due to hotd or what), so i decided on drakewarden ranger.

I definitely knew i wanted to do something with dragons for rhaenyra, (moreso than i have for other targs) so i spent a while thinking about which classes are closest to dragons in the f&b sense. Draconic ancestry sorcerer was a possibility, but i've already done sorcerer for dany, and i want variety. Fizban's treasury of dragons is really cool, and i considered making rhae a dragonborn (since i feel like i've been playing it really safe in terms of the fantasy races i've used so far) but i think that the dragon differences between dnd and asoiaf make it weird to have someone in your family who fucked their dragon. Also drakewarden is cool. Ranger is a fun class if its played right, and its combined options for ranged/martial/ and a little spellcasting makes it great for the role that the heir to the throne would play on the battlefield. I  think her favoured enemy is also dragons, since both her enemies and allies having dragons means that she would have had to learn about them. Since i am designing her at about 10th level, she gets another faovured enemy, which could be either beasts (if we lean more into asoiaf's low fantasy worldbuilding) or aberrations (lets get weird). Im leaning toward aberrations due to how i am as a person

For her race i did do half-elf (boring i know, bite me) but with the gift of the chromatic dragon feat, she would be able to take give herself resistance to elemental damage, and drakewarden gives her the ability to do a breath weapon attack (like how dragons breathe fire or acid or whatever). I thought about elemental adept as her other feat, but i also gave that to dany, and im avoiding repetition. The aberrant dragonmark feat gives access to a sorcerer cantrip and 1-level spell, i chose booming blade and chaos bolt, as well as a flaw associated with the dragon mark, i think she gets horrific nightmares after using the mark.

Now for the usual last details, i think her stats go (highest to lowest) dexterity > charisma > strength > intelligence > constitution > wisdom. A healthy balance between mental and physical stats i think! Though i may have nerfed her spellcasting by putting wisdom as low as i did. Oops. For her fighting style, dueling makes sense for how an heir would be taught to fight.

Ok as per usual , if u read all this im in love with you and you can summon me in one (1) online argument to back you up.

[royaltides]

Chapter5: Veils of Winter. let me introduce the new characters. Lady Maege Mormont, Lord Cley Cerwyn, and Bernard Stark. Enjoy! I entertained myself by using AI tool to create pictures to go with this Chapter!

Name: Dragonborn: The First Flames of Winter by RoyalTides

Summary:

What happens when the fiery heir to the Iron Throne meets the stoic heir of Winterfell?

Rhaenyra Targaryen is not exactly thrilled about her suitor’s tour—until Rickon Stark shows up and turns everything upside down.

or

Dive into a world where the North meets the Iron Throne, and nothing goes as planned—but maybe that’s just how they like it.

Chapter summary: Rhaenyra grapples with the growing distance between her and Rickon, as the weight of duty and unresolved emotions strain their relationship. The arrival of Rickon’s Northern party in King's Landing.

Relationship: F/M Pairing: Rickon Stark (Father of Cregan)/Rhaenyra Targaryen Warning: Sexual content, Death, Violence, Rape/Non-Con. (in later chapters)

word count: 30,351

Chapters: 5/?

[itspronouncedjulia]

My downfall is that I will spend more time thinking out my whole Dragonborn!Rhaenyra extended universe than I will writing it!

[silver-dragonborn]

I am currently writing out another drabble for Dragonborn!Rhaenyra and I realized that after being crowned High Queen of Skyrim, there's no way she'll return to Westeros to claim her rights as Visery's heir. I wrote that she does come back to show everyone that she's alive and well, but seeing how she's treated in Westeros compared to the reverence she's shown in Skyrim…she chooses to return to the place where she's loved and respected. The Dance might still happen, but she won't be involved unless it's to help Laena and her daughters. Also, during her visit, she pulls Laenor to the side to tell him to pack his bags, get on Seasmoke with Joffrey, and come with her back to Skyrim, where she will personally marry the two because Skyrim doesn't discriminate when it comes to same-sex romance. They don't even have to worry about living a life of poverty because she's High Queen and as his cousin, she'll grant him his own lands and wealth.

Honestly, maybe after Viserys croaks, Rhaenyra can convince all of her relatives to just leave Westeros and migrate to Skyrim where they can be who they are without Andal lords and the Faith breathing down their necks. Alicent and her family can keep the damned chair.

[londonmasalaa]

Wraith of Fire and Blood

Visenya is the only trueborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, as well as the only "Dragonborn" of House Targaryen. When she is all but sure that the only trouble she will encounter is the trials of tribulations of being her mother's heir and the learning curve the comes with her inherited gifts, her life is plunged into darkness the night her childhood best friends eye is taken. After six years in Dorne, serving as Qoren's personal assassin and Visery's hope of unification, Visenya is released back to her family. But nothing stays peaceful for long, especially when you're a Targaryen. The princess runs from one fight to another, as dragon begin to dance in the place she calls home...

content warning!

Dark!Aemond, dub con, violence, PTSD, trauma upon trauma, canon-typical misogyn

Hello! This is the masterlist for my new Aemond x niece!Velaryon fic:

Chapter 1:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50801254/chapters/128333062

Chapter 2:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50801254/chapters/128782168#workskin

Chapter 3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50801254/chapters/129166783#workskin

Chapter 4:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50801254/chapters/129299482#workskin

Chapter 5:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50801254/chapters/129753406#workskin

Chapter 6:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50801254/chapters/131403961#workskin

Chapter 7:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50801254/chapters/131474698#workskin

[ao3feed-superbat]

Kinktober 2024...

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uWsYMgk by Maladaptivity Look, I didn't think I would do this, but I'm putting off my literature homework. And this is close enough to literature to not feel guilty about writing it instead. Fuck off. There will not be good intros to all this porn. I'm trying my best. We're lucky if I even upload more than once in a week. Don't @ me I'm a college sophomore and this is not the most important thing in my life rn   btw, if y'all give me good writing critiques, I'll definitely take them to heart and tell my professor i'm getting out-of-class critique which could be extra credit soooooo help a brother out? Words: 9248, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), House of the Dragon (TV), Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi, F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Kamisato Ayato, Thoma (Genshin Impact), Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Criston Cole, Arataki Itto, Gorou (Genshin Impact), John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Vex (Elder Scrolls), Karliah (Elder Scrolls), Delvin Mallory, Brynjolf (Elder Scrolls), Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Kamisato Ayato/Thoma, Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Criston Cole/Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Criston Cole/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Arataki Itto/Gorou, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Delvin Mallory/Vex, Brynjolf/Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Karliah (Elder Scrolls), Brynjolf/Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Karliah (Elder Scrolls), Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Power Imbalance, Power Dynamics, Orgasm Edging, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Threesome - F/F/M, Threesome, Dehumanization, Breeding, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Crossdressing, Virginity, Virginity Kink, Loss of Virginity, read my dissertation on gender, Kinktober, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Long-Distance Relationship, Orgy, Some Plot, Dacryphilia, Handcuffs, Kidnapping, Kinda read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uWsYMgk

[darkestspring]

Naerys and Cecaelia have a good (sex) time. Cecaelia moans loudly, so The Red Keep would hear them. Oh that would be a nightmare for Rhaenyra, Alicent and Laena, since they want and desire Naerys and they wanted to become his wives. For Rhaenyra, Laena and Alicent hearing Naerys growls and moans would make them go wet,wiishing it was them and not Cecaelia.

Next morning Cecaelia asks: Have you ever done that before?

Rhaenyra, Laena and Alicent quite.

Cecaelia: Really? Not even a kiss?

Rhaenyra, Laena and Alicent still quite.

Cecaelia: Well your loss, he’s great in bed.

I have said it once and i'll say it again, cecaelia likes causing drama, especially with her "romantic rivals" she loves to taunt them about it because its very obvious that she and naerys fuck like rabbits, she's very vocal about it, she's loud during sex and she loves to brag about the marks naerys left on her but she's goes from being this bragging, arrogant girl with other but being so sweet and so saintly in naerys and aemma's presence.

cecaelia will brag about it because she's so smug, especially when she's compared to rhaneyra, alicent, and laena.

like these are noble girls. rhaenyra is a princess of valyrian descent, laena is very well respected, as well as of valyrian descent and alicent is beautiful, she's noble. cecaelia was nothing before naerys, she lived in a brothel, even if she hadn't lost her virginity yet, she wasn't noble or a princess but naerys chose her, naerys lost his chastity to her, he chose to take her as his wife, the one who would rule by his side. naerys, the dragonborn, the man born of two dragons, chose her and not them. they'll never know what he sounds like, what he feels like, what he tastes like but she will. and cecaelia considers that her victory. against the nobles, against the targaryens that hate her, against everyone that disapproves of her.

she's the one naerys loves and she adores him in return, she loves him as much as he loves her. they may be noble, but cecaelia is the one who holds the dragons heart.