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justinalovee · 1 year ago

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Rhaenyra smut but you’re in the bathtub and she’s washing you and she keeps brushing against your nips and legs but Reader tries to ignore it but that upsets her so she makes her attempts wayyyyy more noticeable

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Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen × reader

Word Count: 632

Warnings: Oral sex, fingering, swearing

Summary: Based on the ask above, hope you like it!

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

Rhaenyra’s delicate fingers worked the soap into a lather before massaging it onto the bruised skin that decorated your shoulders. It wasn’t unusual for you to be covered in bruises since both your brothers were knights and insisted on trying to train in self-defense, which always ended with you laying on your ass.

What was unusual was your good friend, Princess Rhaenyra, offering to help you bathe.

Each time she accidentally touched your breasts, it sent a shiver through your body. You had always thought of Rhaenyra as beautiful, and with her hands over your body, proper thoughts continued to flood your mind. You did your best to avoid looking at her soft-looking lips or her breasts whenever she leaned over.

“Your shoulders are tense,” she says, shaking you from your thoughts.

“Uh yes, princess, they are tense. The warm water is helping, though.”

You feel her arm brushing against your nipple as Rhaenyra moves her hand to wash your stomach. You notice the pout on her lips. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm.”

Rhaenyra finishes washing your stomach with the washcloth in her hand and returns her attention to your shoulders again. She drops the cloth and begins massaging them, which feels delightful. You let out a relaxed sigh, but noticed she was still pouting. “Perhaps your soft touch is what I needed to ease the tension.”

A small smile pulls on her lips. Your silly mind was playing tricks on you; it almost seemed as if the princess was looking for a compliment from you. Her hands slowly begin to travel from your shoulders to your ribs. Your mouth goes dry, and you feel a tingling sensation in your core, which causes you to squeeze your thighs shut.

Rhaenyra observes your actions and whispers in your ear, “I know another way that can help.”

Her hands move from your ribs to the underneath of your breasts; she cups them before gently massaging them. You shuffle back in the tub so Rhaenyra doesn’t need to stretch her arms as much; a soft moan leaves your mouth. Tilt yourself up, and Rhaenyra takes the opportunity to kiss you. Eventually she repositions herself on the side of the tub and leans forward to suck on one of your hard nipples.

Her hand snakes up your thighs, which had parted on their own accord. You let out a soft gasp when she begins to circle your clit. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you are clean inside and out, my lady,” she says, slowing her rubbing motion on your clit to spread open your folds before sliding two fingers into you.

Your lips find her again as she continues to pleasure you with her finger. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

She smirks into the kiss and speeds up her actions. It doesn’t take you long to come undone. Your legs shake as you cum around her fingers. She continues to rub at you, working you through your orgasm. When Rhaenyra pulls her fingers out, she goes to step back, but you grab her wrist to stop her.

“Let me return to favour and ease some of your tension, princess.”

Rhaenyra quickly pulls up her skirts, showing you her bare cunny, which was glistening with her slick. Within seconds, your hot mouth was covering her wet cunt, lapping at the sweet juices.

“Oh gods.”

It was an awkward angle with you still sitting in the tub and with her standing beside it, but you do your best to please her and feverishly suck and lick at her swollen pear. Rhaenyra grips your hair as she soon reaches her peak. “That was fun.”

You both start to giggle. “Perhaps you’ll join me in that bath next time.”

“That sounds like a good idea, my lady.”

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livingdreams97 · 10 months ago

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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 6)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.

Words: 3.690

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Rhaenyra POV

I was more than nervous. I never thought I would feel nervous on my wedding day, I always imagined this day as a dark day full of misfortune. But it was the opposite of what I imagined.

I had barely been able to close my eyes for more than half an hour, being awakened by the excitement and nerves of the day.

Today would be the day I would officially and publicly join Y/n Strong. Today I would become his betrothed officially and he would be mine, today we would unite as one in front of the gods and I couldn't be more excited.

The preparations for the wedding had been quick. Just two weeks ago I was arguing with my father about the unfounded rumors of his former hand and fighting not to be forced to marry Ser Leanor Velaryon.

And after two hectic weeks, due to the organization of the wedding, the banquet, the dress and everything that goes into the preparations for the big day. The big day had arrived.

In these two weeks my father put another personal guard on me and I hadn't been able to see Y/n more than passingly during this time. But today I would finally see him, I would see him walking towards me and at the end of the day I will be in his arms again.

Although I can't help a bitter feeling, when I am aware that I will experience one of the happiest days of my life and that my mother will not be with me on such an important day.

I would like to be able to live this with her, listen to her talk about how happy she is for me and telling me that she was right; like I did when I was a girl.

I would like to know that you are proud of me, for having left behind the negative idea of getting married and having chosen the best man in all the kingdoms. I would like to have her by my side to calm my nerves, hug me and whisper to me that everything will be fine.

But even though she is not by my side, I know that she watches me from the heavens and that she is happy for me.

Nora: Are you nervous, princess? - my trusted servant asks me, getting me out of my head.

Rhaenyra: Terrified.- I admit with a nervous laugh.

Nora: Don't worry, everything will be fine.- she assures me, placing her hands on my shoulders and leaving a reassuring squeeze.

Nora has been my personal servant since I can remember, always by my side and taking care of me. She was something of a mother figure, especially after my mother's death and Alicent's betrayal.

Rhaenyra: I know.- I nod, taking a deep breath. -But I can't help but feel nervous.- I admit, biting my lip, seeing my reflection in the mirror and realizing that I'm completely ready.

Nora: Nerves are good.- she assures me with a smile. -That means you care.- she explains to me without removing the smile from her face and I return the gesture.

We both remain silent, while Nora helps me with the last details of my hair and a doubt invades my head.

Rhaenyra: Am I doing the right thing? - I let the question hang in the air without stopping to look at my reflection in the mirror.

Nora: Do you want to marry Lord Strong? - she asks me back after a few seconds of silence.

I remain silent at her question. My mind immediately searches for every existing memory of every conversation, every touch, every word, every gesture, every interaction, every sensation and every detail of Y/n Strong towards me.

The fact that with a mere smile from him my day becomes happier, how with each of his gestures towards me they make me feel protected and loved, just like the feeling of his worked hands leave a path of softness. and delicate all over my body. About how every tiny thing he does for and for me makes my heart race in an exorbitant way.

Rhaenyra: With all my soul.- I respond bluntly with total sincerity and with a smile completely flooding my face.

Nora: Then you're doing the right thing.- she assures me, placing the last ruby in my hair and taking a step back. -You're ready, princess.- she informs me with a slight smile.

Rhaenyra: How do I look? - I ask her, turning towards her and biting my lip with some insecurity.

Nora: Perfect.- she answers me with a smile full of sincerity.

Rhaenyra: Do you think Y/n is going to think the same? - I ask, feeling my body vibrate in anticipation of her response.

Nora: No.- she answers and my shoulders fall at it. -He won't be able to think of what to say to you with how dazzled you are going to leave him.- she finishes answering me, making my spirits rise and a warm sensation settle in my chest.

Rhaenyra: Okay.- I whisper, trying to calm myself down.

Nora: Ready for the first day of seven? - she asks me calmly.

Rhaenyra: I'm ready.- I assure with a sincere smile.

My feet walk calmly but with a certain nervousness through the castle, feeling the bustle of the people closer with every step I take and the moment of seeing my betrothed becomes more and more imminent.

My steps resonate in my ears and add to a symphony with my heart. Each heartbeat is accompanied by a step and an echoing sound every time my foot hits the ground.

The symphony of my steps along with the beating of my heart stop when I land in front of the entrance to the dining room and the place is full of people for the celebration.

This time it is my breathing, along with the racing heartbeat and bustle of the people that create a symphony of different sounds. But the symphony ends when I hear my name announced to the room.

With a nervous smile, I begin to descend the stairs at the entrance and watch as everyone gets up from their seats to greet me and congratulate me on the imminent event.

I just smiled at them in response and walked as quickly as possible towards the table at the end of the room, where I can see my father standing and giving me a big smile.

Viserys: You look beautiful, daughter.- he says, grabbing my hands when I reach his side.

Rhaenyra: Thank you, father.- I thank him with a shy smile.

Viserys: I'm sure Lord Y/n Strong will be enthralled as soon as he sees you. - He assures me, leaving a loving squeeze on my hands and helping me to what will be my chair during the celebration.

I sit on my father's left side, watching the big houses being announced as they enter the dining room and how the heads of said houses congratulate me on the nuptials as well as my father.

But holding back my smile and holding my tongue against any cruel comment becomes very difficult when Lord Jason Lannister makes an appearance.

But thank the gods, I don't have to endure it for long and it's thanks to the announcement I was most looking forward to.

Ser Harrold: Lord Lyonel Strong, lord of Harrenhal, former councilor of buildings and current hand of the king. - begins to announce. -His first son Ser Harwin Strong, city guard and future lord of Harrenhal. And his youngest son, Ser Y/n Strong, the future king consort.- finishes announcing, causing a wave of applause in their presence and I get up from my chair quickly.

I smile as i see my future husband walk towards me, appreciating every detail of his clothes and face as best as I can given our distance.

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I swallow heavily, trying to calm my nerves and appear as composed as possible. But it is very difficult for me to see the princess looking at me and the sincere smile she gives me.

Everything falls silent, as my father and brother bow before the king and I do the same when it is my turn.

When I stand up, the princess turns and begins to circle the table. I look at my father and he gives me a sign that I can move towards her. Which I do immediately, walking towards where the princess is and holding one of her hands delicately when we are facing each other.

Rhaenyra: Betrothed .- she greets me with a smile full of life and a certain point of fun.

Y/n: Betrothed .- I greeted, without taking my eyes off of hers and leaving a kiss on her soft hand.

The entire room erupts in applause again, but my attention is only on the woman in front of me and her incredible beauty.

Rhaenyra gently pulls at our hands to follow her and places us in front of the chairs we will occupy at the banquet. My father greets the king and takes his place on the right side of the table, occupying his seat as a hand. While my brother Harwin stands next to me and Larys in the corner.

Once the family is in front of their seats, we all begin to sit down and I lean slightly towards my betrothed's ear.

Y/n: You look like a goddess.- I whisper affectionately, noticing how her smile widened and how her cheeks took on a more pinkish color.

She turns her face to answer me, but her words remain in her mouth as everything falls silent at the sudden presence of her uncle, Prince Daemon.

But as soon as he sits down at the table, the place fills again with conversations and the clatter of dishes.

The king rises to give a speech about the union of our houses, but the room falls silent again due to a new presence in the room. But this time it is none other than the queen who enters and dressed in green.

I look at my brother, remembering something he once told me about the Hightowers and that is that when they rise to war the color green is the color they use to summon their bannermen.

But no one but the Hightowers themselves stand up to applaud their presence and color of clothing. The rest remain silent as they walk and approach the royal table. She congratulates us with an evidently forced smile and sits down in the seat to the king's right.

Once seated, the king begins his speech again and congratulates us on the union of our houses, as well as my union with his daughter as king consort. With the speech finished, the music begins to play and the laughter of the people fills the room.

Rhaenyra: Do you want to dance? - she asks me excitedly.

Y/n: Umm I don't know, will you step on me during the dance? - I ask her amused.

Rhaenyra: Maybe.- she answers me with some malice.

Y/n: Then I'll have to take that risk.- i smile, lifting me up and stretching my hand towards her.

She accepts my gesture and with my help gets up from her seat. We walk hand in hand to the center of the room, where there is a space for dancing, and we start dancing.

As soon as we finish the first dance, more people join the floor and start us dancing a new one.

Y/n: Are you happy? - I ask her when we are close enough.

Rhaenyra: With you? Or with the wedding? - she asks me back with a smile.

Y/n: With the wedding.- I respond amused. -I hope she's happy with me, because otherwise I don't know what we're doing here.- I say and she laughs at my comment.

Rhaenyra: You're right, with you you don't need to ask me.- she assures me. -But I would be happier if the wedding was more intimate and quick.- she answers with a grimace.

Y/n: Does seven days seem like a lot to you? - I ask, feigning surprise. -And here I was thinking it was a short wait.- I joke earning a laugh from her.

Rhaenyra: Seven days are too many to be able to call me your wife.- she admits with a smile and I return it.

Y/n: What's seven days with the rest of our lives.- I whisper with a smile before moving on to a new partner.

I continue with the dance, but some screams and a brawl at the end of the room cause everything to stop. I look everywhere, trying to find my betrothed and get her away from any possible danger.

Y/n: Harwin!- I call my brother when I see him among the people. -I can't find Rhaenyra!- I shout nervously, pushing people and trying to find a silver hair.

Harwin: Look to the left and I'll look to the right! - he shouts in response, pushing each person in his path and looking for my betrothed.

Rhaenyra: Y/n! Y/n!- I hear her calling me and look to my left. -Y/n!- I listen again and see her on the floor against one of the chairs.

Y/n: Rhaenyra! - I shout, pushing anyone who gets in front of me. -Are you okay?- I ask, bending down and holding her face in my hands.

Rhaenyra: Get me out of here, please.- she begs me with fear in her eyes.

I place a delicate kiss on her forehead, before helping her up and hugging her against my body.

Y/n: Harwin! Harwin, help! - I shout and it doesn't take more than a few seconds before my older brother is in front of us. -Help me take her to the king.- I ask and he nods.

Harwin: Stick to my back.- he orders me, turning around and I do what he tells me.

I place Rhaenyra between them for her safety. My brother leads the way and I make sure no one touches her in any way.

The king quickly hugs her when we get to the table and she is safe from whatever is happening.

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I walk at a fast pace through the corridors of the castle, greeting all the nobles I meet along the way and trying to get to our room as soon as possible.

I was training with my brother, when one of the servants told me that Rhaenyra needed me right now and that it was urgent.

So I had started to run through the castle and try to get to my wife as soon as possible.

Y/n: Rhaenyra!- I exclaimed when I entered our chambers. -What happened? Are you okey? Is the baby okay? - I ask quickly, kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa where she is and I look at her worried.

Rhaenyra: No, calm down.- she tells me with a smile, placing her hand on my head and moving a strand of my hair behind my ear. -You have to cut your hair.- she comments calmly and I look at her confused.

Y/n: I don't understand anything.- I confusedly whisper. -The servant told me that you needed me urgently, I had thought that something had happened to you or the baby.- I commented trying to catch my breath.

Rhaenyra: The baby is fine and so am I.- she assures me, grabbing my hand and placing it on her swollen belly.

Y/n: So, why the urgency? - I ask, relaxing my body.

Rhaenyra: This is why.- she whispers and moves my hand from the center of her belly to one of her sides.

I look at her confused, but when she puts light pressure on her belly with our joined hands, something moves and I open my eyes in surprise. I stare at my wife's belly, completely surprised and excited.

I bring my face closer to the belly, placing one cheek on the fabric of the dress and gently pressing the belly again.

I can feel the movement of our baby again and I can't stop a tear from falling from my eyes.

Rhaenyra: Was it urgent? - she asks with some amusement in her voice.

Y/n: Very urgent.- I whisper still, without separating myself from her belly and feeling how her hands go into my hair.

Rhaenyra: As soon as I noticed it, I asked them to call you.- she whispers, stroking my hair.

Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper gratefully, separating myself from her belly and staring into her eyes.

Rhaenyra: For what? - she asks me confused, taking her hands out of my hair and caressing my cheeks gently.

Y/n: For everything.- I respond with a sigh. -For loving me, for being braver than me to the point of almost forcing me to marry you and for giving me an heir even with your reasonable fear of giving birth.- I list, making her laugh at the comment about the wedding and causing her to grimace at the end.

Rhaenyra: With you I'm not afraid of giving birth.- she assures me with a slight smile.

Y/n: Why? - I asked curiously, raising my other hand to her belly and leaving soft caresses on the spot over her dress.

Rhaenyra: Because I trusted you and I know that you will never do to me what my father did to my mother. - She answers me with a certain pain shining in her beautiful lilac eyes. -Because I know that you love me like I do and that you would put my life before even your own.- she assures me and a tear falls from her beautiful eyes.

Y/n: Rhae.- I murmur, touched by her response getting up from the ground and sitting on the couch next to her.

Rhaenyra: Stupid hormones.- she growls when followed by the first tear, the others come out after her and she begins to cry.

Y/n: Hey no.- I deny when she abruptly wipes away her tears. -You're going to hurt yourself, Ñuho glaeso hūrus (Moon of my life).- I tell her, putting her hands aside and gently removing the tears from her face.

Rhaenyra: I hate these mood swings.- she growls, crossing her arms and looking completely cute.

Y/n: I love them.- I whisper against her forehead, leaving a kiss on the spot and then descending my kisses all over her face.

Rhaenyra: You love them because you can laugh at my expense. - she hits my side and I can't help but grunt from the pain. -What's the matter? I haven't hit you that hard.- she asks me, frowning and with some concern.

Y/n: Nothing's wrong with me, it's just that Harwin has been faster than me in training and has had his fun with me. - I explain with a slight amused grimace.

She looks at me seriously, before reaching her hands towards my black training shirt and starting to take it off. Once the fabric is off my body, she looks at my ribs where a reddish area with small purple parts is located.

Rhaenyra: I'm going to have to talk seriously to your brother.- she comments, caressing the area delicately.

Y/n: Leave it, I hit his butt quite hard. - I comment with amusement, removing all traces of tears from her face and looking at the movement of her eyes.

Rhaenyra: Of course. - She rolls her eyes, letting out a small laugh, before returning her attention to my body.

Y/n: Better? - I asked quietly with a hoarse tone, noticing how my wife's eyes and hand ran over my entire torso.

Rhaenyra: Much better.- she assures me, biting her lip and unconsciously leaning towards my body.

I place my hand on the back of her neck, leaving a caress in the area before pulling her towards me and joining our lips. It doesn't take Nyra more than three seconds to deepen the kiss and moan against my mouth.

Y/n: This is why I love your mood swings. - I comment with amusement, separating myself from the kiss, feeling her hands run over my body and my hands over her.

Rhaenyra: Pervert.- she murmurs against my lips, putting her hands inside my pants and trying to take them off.

Y/n: That's what the person who tries to undress me says.- I laugh, standing up a little to help her undress me.

Rhaenyra: Shut up and take off my clothes.- she growls at me before kissing me hungrily.

I undress her as best I can, trying to do it in a way where our lips don't have to separate and where it is comfortable. But in the end the kiss is interrupted when I manage to release the dress and take it off over her head.

She gets up from the couch, taking off her underwear as best she can and walking naked towards our bed.

Rhaenyra: Are you coming or not? - she asks me maliciously, biting her index finger and looking at me innocently.

I don't respond verbally, but I jump off the couch as best I can and pick her up in my arms quickly, making her laugh. I lay her on the bed, placing myself on top of her and starting to kiss her entire body.

Y/n: I hope little Jacaerys or little Aemma prepare for what's coming. - I comment amused, leaving a kiss on my wife's belly and earning me a slap on the head from her.

Rhaenyra: Don't say that! - She exclaims with amusement and horror at the reference to our future baby.

I just laugh, leaning towards her face and staying a few centimeters away from her.

Y/n: Avy jorrāelan (I love you)- I whisper against her lips, knowing how much she likes me speaking to her in Valyrian.

Rhaenyra: Avy jorrāelan (I love you).- she whispers before hugging me by the shoulders and joining our lips for the third time in a very, very long afternoon full of something more than kisses.

Because maybe the beginning of our relationship was not the most orthodox or the most common. And our wedding may not have been the most pleasant for many, thanks to the death of a close friend of the Velaryon family at the hands of Ser Criston.

But to me, everything about Rhaenyra is perfect and natural. Our relationship arose from sincere feelings and although the wedding was brought forward 7 days due to a misfortune, I only look at the positive side of that day; marrying the love of my life.

Because from that day forward, my entire life is dedicated to my wife Rhaenyra Targaryen and the family we are creating.

Because even now after all the time that has passed since the day we met, just looking at her or feeling her hand touch mine makes my heart beat wildly just like the first day.

THE END

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