#daenarys targaryen x reader

[vintage-marina]

Burned to the unrecognizable

Ñuha = mine/my

sỹz toaba = good boy

riñnykeā = child

Female Targaryen reader!

Ship is not specified, is only a fic with your dragon

iksan vaoreznuni = I'm sorry

Draegan = name of your dragon

summary: You're dragon is wounded by some of the Dragonkeepers

Tw: beast cruality, death

You could feel the fear and pain from your dragon in your bones, your hair blew in the wind and with all your strength you ran towards the Dragon Pit, your guards hot on your heels.

You didn't know what the cause was, but in that moment you dropped everything you were doing and ordered the guards to come along.

You couldn't see a thing, the morning fell with a heavy mist that covered Kings Landing. Your foot slipped away, but just in time you could rebalance yourself.

A deep agony grazed your abdomen, you couldn't help but call his name while tears slipped from your eyes.

Time slowed by each minute down, you almost reached the Pit, just a few steps more. The roaring cry of Draegan could be heard from kilometres away, you and the guards quickened your steps.

You almost flew on the stairs, your brows furrowed with concern and fury. You heard him more clearly now, his broken cries clenched your heart, but the realisation of him being hurted shattered your heart.

Hands balled up, you spotted your dark red dragon shuffling in big metal entrapments.

What the fuck happened in the week that you were gone for duties?

Smoke appeared underneath the belly of your boy and horror snuck on your face when you realised the foul stence. "Draegan!" you screamed so loud as you can. "Line everyone up who dared to hurt my child."

The Dragonkeepers heard your voice and with shock they stopped what they were doing, in the hope you didn't notice. But alas, you saw, felt and heard everything.

Draegan looked up, a soft huff escaped his jaw and he lowered his body and head. With swift steps you walked towards him, your lips were quavering. Out of the side of your eye you saw your guards one by one dragging the Dragonkeepers on the ground.

Good, a small smile graced your lips.

But when you focused on him again, you couldn't help but let slip more tears on your cheeks.

"Ñuha riñnykeã," you began softly. You rested your hand on the snout of his nose. "Iksan vaoreznuni, you didn't deserve to be treated like that." He leaned with his head against your hand, you gave on top of his skin a kiss and nuzzled your head against his scales.

Calm settled between the both of you.

One of your guards scraped his throat and after a few seconds you lifted your head, acknowledging that he may speak. "We already informed the maesters, they are on their way."

"Thank you."

"What will we do with them, Your Royal Highness?"

"Nothing, yet. Make them sweat a bit, I will be there in a minute."

Slowly you pulled away from your dragon, making him huff. "Wait a minute my boy. I need to see your injuries." you walked around him. "And someone please uncage him!" Your voice boomed through the large chamber.

In no time Draegan was freed, but still he wouldn't lower his belly. Smoke still sizzled underneath him and large chunks of skin and scales were burned off, leaving a bloody and burned surface.

You tried to pet the unharmed side of him, but your dragon gave a fair warning that quickly made you retreat. When you tried to see more of his injuries he simply pushed you away.

The Dragonkeepers would suffer.

"I have seen enough," voice laced with calmed rage. You walked calmly to your guards, the maesters were in the distance. At this point they were the only one who you could trust Draegan with. You didn't know if they even knew how to heal a dragon, but under watchfull eyes they should. Your hands were clasped behind your back, you stood next to some of your guards when they announced your name.

"Y/N Targaryen, first of her name. Princess of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men."

" I, Y/N Targayren saw for the first time in my life my child in pain by the hands of the people who swored to protect him." you watched the six Dragonkeepers with fury. "My child who was hurten by his very own people and indirectly they have been hurting me. Not only you have been hurting me and my child, you showed your true colours towardsthe Crown. Therefore I declare the highest from of treason.¨

Some of them gasped in shock, but you continued. "You will be punished in the same way you did to Draegan." Stopping for a moment you whispered to the guards next to you. "Take them in a few minutes to the cellars."

You watched the six Dragonkeepers and you drew your breath, "burned to the unrecognizable."

Therefore your speech was done, their feet were dragging on the floor and your guards slept them away.

You drew your attention to Draegan again, the maesters already treating his wounds. A genuine smile maked his way on your face. You petted his snout again while they were helping him, "Ñuha sỹz toaba." you whispered towards the dragon.

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Comments are really appreciated!

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

What Daenerys Targaryen would wear

(Hussein Bazaza, Fall/Winter 2019)

[johnnyraine]

The Princess and The Sea

Daenerys Targaryen x Male Velaryon Reader

*This was a Request: Hey can you write a Daenerys Targaryen x Male Velaryon Reader where reader is in Pentos with her. Thanks in advance

Words: 1094

3rd of February

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"Princess."

Daenerys hears your whisper and stops.

This is your first time meeting each other. In a market in Pentos. She will later tell you that you didn't outwardly stand out that much, Pentos is a city of many different people. What did catch her attention, however, was your eyes. Unobscured by the tinted glass you own, she could see them. It was that and the fact that you knew who she was.

"How do you know who I am?" She asks, her own purple eyes looking into yours.

"I am just a loyal vassal to the true crown, Princess."

Your conversation is short, as Magister Illyrio's people realize Daenerys is not with them and come to retrieve her. She leaves reluctantly, gazing over her shoulder at you.

Your next meeting is more public. Your "boss" has trade goods for Illyrio and you are allowed into his manse.

It’s grand, you admit. But the Magister's guest was more alluring. As Illyrio and your "boss" talk, you sneak off to check out the place and happen upon Daenerys again.

"Princess." You smile when she sees you.

"It's you!"

You walk up to her and gesture to the bench she's on.

"May I?"

She lets you sit beside her. Looking around the spot, you notice plants around you, but most noticeable is the marble statue.

With a noticeable grimace, you ask, “Illyrio?”

Daenerys giggles, “Yes. Apparently, it’s him when he was younger.”

“Ah… I guess I can see it?” You throw a look at the Princess and she giggles again.

You sit in comfortable silence for a moment before she asks her awaited question.

“Who are you? You must be from Westeros, but I don’t know.”

“I’m a humble vassal to the true crown, Princess,” You reply with a smile and flourish.

“Yes, but who?” She asks again.

“Well, I would have thought my appearance would be enough of a giveaway. But I do suppose that since my hair is dyed, it would be a little harder.”

You clear your throat, “I am Y/n of House Velaryon. Though my house has been out of prominence for a while, I have come here to see you, Princess.”

Daenarys’ eyes widen, “Me? Why?”

“As I said, I am a loal vassal. That, and I heard the Dragon Princess is an incredible beauty. I can see the words are true.”

She blushes at your words, looking away.

She opens her mouth to say something but stops herself.

“If the Princess would like to ask something of me, I am happy to help,” You say.

Daenerys still looks apprehensive, but she speaks, “Perhaps some other time.”

She gets up and walks off.

“So there will be a next time, Daenarys?” You smile.

She freezes before shaking her head, but you notice the blush on her ears as she walks off.

Over the next few months, your “boss” gathers and trades more goods with Illyrio, allowing you continuous access to the manse, and to Princess Daenerys. Spending time together, you two grow closer, learning more about the other. She asks for your tales on the seas, and you tell her. You learn of her struggles while on the run and you sympathize.

As destiny gets ever closer, so do the two of you and she allows you to take her to bed.

Time passes again, and one night as you lay together, her in your arms, she tells you the news.

“I am to marry a Khal,” She whispers into your chest.

You still for a moment, before rubbing her back.

“What do you want to do?”

She reluctantly pries herself from you, crestfallen, “My brother needs an army… so that we can go home.”

“Do you want that?” You ask, sitting up.

Daenerys is silent. You grasp her hand in yours, gently squeezing. Her eyes flutter before she squeezes them shut. Collecting herself, she looks up into your eyes.

“I want to go home.”

Squeezing her hand, you nod.

“Let’s go then. To home.”

The next night, your “boss” gives no indication of his departure to Illyrio, merely the same business. You don’t follow him into the manse that day, too busy planning, scanning the maps you made of the place.

When you decide the time is right, dark clothes cover you from head to toe and you follow the path you set. Climbing the walls, sneaking past the Unsullied guards, the marble pool, and into a dim hallway. There are more guards on Daenary’s floor, even more so near her room. You follow a staircase upward, just above her room.

Coming into a windowed room, you rummage around it for a moment. Within a few moments, you find the rope one of your men left. You check the length, wrap it around a good and solid weight, check the ground for guards, and then throw it out the window. Tugging the rope, it doesn’t come loose and the weight stays still. As if to say “what the hell,” you nod before propelling down the building.

With a tight grip on the rope, you gently push on her window, and it opens.

Sighing, you step into the room. Daenerys sits on her bed, awaiting you. She is shocked for a brief moment before you lower the cloth covering your face.

“Y/n!” She exclaims quietly.

She runs to you, throwing her arms around you, and you wrap yours around her. She turns to look at you and you kiss her.

“Are you ready?” You ask afterward.

She nods and you leave. With difficulty, you scale down the building, barely sneak past the guards, and over the walls again. Through the city, you run, despite knowing no one should know yet, you two run. Just because.

You reach the port and signal the men of your arrival.

Daenerys gawks at your ship.

Grinning at her, you say with nothing short of pride, “Ain’t she beautiful, Daenarys? The culmination of the work, all put into this ship.”

“Come.” Hand outstretched, she grabs it and you take her to the helm.

Your men await your orders around you.

Looking around, you gaze at Daenerys, “Are you ready?”

She takes a breath, “Yes. Let’s go home.”

You smile. Throwing off the cloth on your head, you let your hair run free. No dyes marring it, the silver hair of Targaryen and Velaryon glow in the moonlight.

“Set Sail!” You shout before the ship begins its journey to Westeros.

Hand in hand, the Targaryen Princess, Daenarys, returns home with the Velaryon Heir, Y/n.

[dany-is-my-queen]

Really wondering so hard if someone’s gonna write a Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader!!! 🫣🫣🫣

UPDATE: YES I AM WRITING FOR HER SMALL DRABBLES OR ANYTHING SHE’S SO PRETTY

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[motherofdogs1010]

Of Messiahs and Seeds I (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: Emperor Paul of House Atreides has set forth with expansion of his empire on the planets that have resisted and has now come across the last stronghold that resists him: Terra Millennium...

Warnings: eventual 18+, dark!fic, eventual forced marriage, eventual NONCON, eventual pregnancy, dark!Paul Atreides, more to come as story progresses

A/N: Reader is inspired by Daenarys Targaryen with dragons and Sailor Moon's Silver Crystal lol, so I hope you all enjoy!! Terra is similar to Earth, I imagined Lord York to be Tyrion Lannister so please picture that

😈 Dividers by @firefly-graphics 😈 Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Part II

"Terra Millennium stands as a enomely in the universe for their rejection against the Empire", the hologram records said. "A two-century long battle was waged for the planet through the Great Houses yet the people won through the help of someone they have since called 'The Conqueror'."

Paul had heard of the Terra Millennium, their planet one of lush greenery, vast oceans and an abundance of resources that the previous Emperor had tried countless times to harvest just as House Harkonnen had done with the Spice on Arrakis, but alas, no one had ever been successful in mining Terra Millennium. He had heard that they experience something called 'seasons', he wondered what that was.

Just as he had done with Arrakis, Paul sat in his private room, watching hologram clips of Terra Millennium as his fleet flew to the planet to finally land conquest through the help of the Fremen.

"Anthropologists have never been able to stay long on the planet or among the people, but what has been gathered is the people have rejected the teachings of the Bene Gesserit, labeling it as hertic literature."

Terra Millennium was an odd planet with an odd people who had unusually long live spans, being able to live into their thousands without a single wrinkle or grey, they repented against the Bene Gesserit, the use of the Spice; he had heard of the people of that land believing solely in the ruling Queens because of a crystal, one of immense power that was sought after.

"Characterized by their white hair, the ruling House of L/N have upheld the traditional values of the planet, which has a population of over 1 billion. Only female heirs have been able to inherit the throne and it is rumored that a single crystal that is worn by every ruling Queen is said to hold immense power that has granted its people longevity, peace and prosperity."

A knock interrupted his research, Paul seeing Stilgar walk in followed by Gurney.

"Muad'Dib, we have touched land on Terra Millennium", Stilgar said, "they have responded to our communication message."

"What did they say?" he asked, Gurney chuckled.

"They said if we proceed with our mission, they will see it as an act of war", Gurney said, "they're real hard asses here."

"You've been, Gurney?" Paul asked, curious.

"Once", Gurney replied, "I came with your father on a diplomatic assignment, but that was with their previous Queen Helene. This one is new, just coronated a few months ago."

He thought back to the new dreams he had been having of a woman whose hair was the color of white that hung down near the ground in large curls, whose eyes were hard and the color of lilac with the roar of a great beast that rung in his ears when he would awaken from his dreams.

Unlike his dreams with Chani, these felt different now that he had drunken the Water of Life. His visions of the woman consisted of a gentle breeze sweeping through her hair, it curling around her as she was dressed in a long, white silk dress that clung to her body and trailed in a long train behind her with woven golden in the upper bodice. She stood on a tall pillar of crystal, a tall scepter in her hands that she was raising above her head as the breeze picked up.

Soon, the dreams melted in a great war as crystals encapsulating him, a bright light that blinded him yet filled him with warmth and security.

"Show them the full might of the Empire", Paul said, "after all, they are in the presence of the Muad'Dib."

And it was those eyes that greeted him when he finally set foot on the pavement of Terra Millennium with its tall structures that were made of variously colored crystals.

Neo-Queen Amaris was the regal name Y/N had chosen to go by when she took the throne a mere few months ago. Of course, she went by her name, Y/N in private with those closets to her and only by her regal name with others.

Y/N had heard the rumors of the new Emperor wanting to claim her home, her people; he wanted to bring her planet into the vastly growing empire that he ruled under as a supposed Messiah to the Fremen and Bene Gesserit: Muad'Dib. Everyone had heard of how he supposedly liberated Arrakis and the Fremen people, marrying Princess Irulan as a political move to secure his position as the new Emperor.

Only a few days ago did a message come into their Communication's Hub from the Emperor about finally claiming Terra Millennium for not only himself but for the Fremen as it would be their 'Green Paradise'.

War will come to Terra Millennium if you refuse to submit, the message read.

"My Queen", her advisor, Lord York, said as she sat on her throne. "Reports have come in that the Atreides fleet has made contact on the landing pad near the Capital. Scouts have seen the Atreides Army beginning to get ready."

Lord York was a man of small stature with a head full of bronze curls and dark brown eyes that always looked calculated as if he was already ten steps ahead.

Y/N looked over at Lord York before bringing a hand to the crystal that hung around her neck on a chain that could never be removed from her neck before slowly standing up from her throne that was encrusted in gemstones.

"I believe it is time we greet them", she said, looking over her court. "After all, hospitality is what our people are known for."

And it is not like they have any chance of having their weapons working; outside weaponry not from Terra M had no chance of working and she wondered what their reactions would be once they realized this.

"But before we go", Lord York said, "may I make a suggestion?"

Y/N made a motion to the man, who gave a nod and said, "I believe it is our Queen's best interest to wear your ancestor, The Conqueror's crown and scepter to greet our guests. It would show the great strength you possess, a message to not only the Great Houses but the Emperor as well."

"That sounds like a great idea."

"You are the presence of our Neo-Queen", a man said with a thick facial beard, "first of her name, descendant of our goddess Selene and The Conqueror, wielder of the great Silver Crystal, Mother of all, Neo-Queen Amaris."

Paul watched as the man motioned to the woman he had been dreaming about, he could see that as the breeze came that she wore no shoes; all the Terrians didn't despite their silken clothes as they stood amongst the tall crystal structures. They had landed as close to the Capital, finding that there was a landing pad despite the relatively isolated nature of the planet.

"I welcome you, Paul of House Atreides", she said with a stoic expression. "But now you must leave."

The woman, their Queen Amaris, looked upon them with a hint of annoyance as she held a large scepter in one hand that was as tall as Duncan Idaho had been with gold and gem embellishments, but what was curious was that at the top of the scepter where it looked as if a missing piece was needed. The crown she wore on her head was large, glittering in diamonds and curved up into a point as she stood there, her hair having a few small braids that pulled the framing hair away with kiss curls on her forehead.

"Leave?" Paul said with some amusement.

Irulan stood next to him dressed in a silver mesh outfit, a metal hair net that connected over into her dress that held down her short blonde hair. Paul was glad that he Voiced the woman to stop talking, she would not stop and frankly, he had no desire to try and pursue a romantic relationship with the woman after Chani chose to leave further into Arrakis.

His mother stood amongst them, holding the bundled form of his sister, Alia.

"I did not realize a Emperor could have poor hearing", Amaris said, "you are not welcome on Terra Millennium nor do we plan on allowing for you to colonize us. Terra M remains alone."

Paul took in the way she spoke, her accent one he had never heard before and the formal way of speaking. He noticed the large gem that hung around her neck, it sparkled in the sunlight as she stood there and looked to be the size of a her palm.

"Also, we did not apperciate your Bene Gesserit coming", she continued, "spreading their heretic language, you will find them in the Prisoner's Bay."

"You don't believe in the Muad'Dib, the Kwisatz Haderach?" Paul asked.

"We believe in our Queen, may her reign be as prosperous as Selene", the bearded man said.

The Queen just looked at him with contempt, he saw her lip curl a little in annoyance.

And it was that look that made something stir deep in Paul and made him feel something that he never felt before. She looked at him as if he was a bug ready to be squashed underneath her foot

He wanted to possess the woman in front of him, at all costs and he didn't care who he had to kill... he was going to.

[dearsnow]

Hey! I don't know if you write for Daenarys Targaryen, feel free to ignore if you don't!

May I request Reader and Daenarys are in a high tension chase with enemies and they hide in a small alley way where they barely fit so they have to stand very close to each other? Gn character :))

YOU

- you and daenerys dance around the danger of approaching dothraki soldiers (daenerys targaryen x reader) ⚠️ small bits of implied violence

word count: 575

a/n - dany my precious <3 and thank you for requesting! my writing is a little rusty so i hope this is good enough

Blood pounds in your head as the slamming of footsteps echoes around the alley. Daenerys is on the side opposite to yours, pressed as tightly to the wall as she can manage. Despite that, there’s a mere centimeter of space between your bodies.

The Dothraki are so close you can smell the must of their horses. They won’t take kindly to their potential khaleesi running away, and you know Daenerys’s brother will punish the both of you harsher than anything Khal Drogo could ever dream up.

She just seemed so… unhappy. Like she was destined for something greater than being sold off as a bride, and you couldn’t bear to leave her to that fate. You’ve been with her since the beginning, through thick and thin, and you will do everything possible to see her succeed. Your heart skips a beat when she runs her fingers over your jaw, and you think you would do anything to keep the stars in her eyes sparkling. That’s why you pulled her from her room at night and fled the small camp, in favor of hiding out in a more developed community. The Dothraki were on your tails as quickly as they noticed she was missing.

Daenerys is flushed. You can’t be sure it’s all from the chase.

Your eyes flutter closed as you send a silent prayer to whatever god is watching. For you, death is guaranteed. For her, though, your captors have something even worse in store. You cannot get caught.

Voices shout from the entrance of the alley, and your heart almost stops. There’s a crash, a bang, and what you hope isn’t the sound of a curved sword hitting flesh. Then, in a twist of fate, the sound fades.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Though it is a small victory, and they could return at any moment, you’ll take the little things.

The woman across from you looks happier than you’ve seen her in years. Despite the danger, her grin is wide and her eyes hold the excitement of a child on her name day. You’re sure you look aged beyond your years, standing there with a crease in your brow, but she doesn’t seem to care. There’s an electric moment when she reaches out to smooth your worried face.

“I’m glad it’s you.” She whispers.

You hesitate. “Me?”

“I wouldn’tve trusted anyone else to inspire me. So, I’m glad it’s you.”

You let yourself smile as the knot in your shoulder slowly unravels. She’s glad it’s you. You did the right thing, chose the right option. You might not know what the future holds, but you sure as hell know this path is the right one. Anything that will keep her strong spirit from being broken beyond repair.

She glances down to your lips. Her hand slides down to your waist, and slowly, carefully, she takes what she wants without prompting for the very first time.

Bursts of color swim through your eyelids, shut tight in disbelief. Her lips are warm in the feverish air. It’s a pleasant kind of warm, like a mug of hot tea on a chilly day. Like the warm you imagine the soft underbelly of a dragon to be.

For once, you’re glad it’s you. It’s you she followed, it’s you who will soothe her aches while she climbs the path to something better.

And you can ask for no greater pleasure.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[onegayastronaut]

Masterlist 2

Part 2, maybe part 3 coming soon

Imagines:

TVD/Legacies/The Originals

Hope Mikaelson Having A Crush On You Would Include…

Hope Mikaelson Feeding Off You Would Include…

Being a Heretic and Dating Hope Mikaelson Would Include…

Being Hope Mikaelson’s Best Friend and the Saltzman Twins Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Being a New Werewolf and Dating Lizzie Saltzman Would Include….

Being Cupid and Dating Penelope Park Would Include…

Penelope Crush Having a Crush On You Would Include…

Being Penelope’s Friend and Having Her Fall For You Would Include…

Being Caroline’s Heretic Girlfriend and Lizzie Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Sex With Caroline Forbes Would Include…

Being Best Friends With Katherine Pierce Would Include…

Dating Rebekah Mikaelson Would Include…

BDSM Sex With Dom!Freya Mikaelson Would Include…

Arrowverse

Being in Team Arrow and Falling for E2!Laurel Would Include…

Kara and Alex Danvers Both Falling For You Would Include…

Being an Avenger and Dating Sanvers Would Include…

Dating Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer Would Include…

Being in the Navy and Dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Dating Nia Nal Would Include…

Dating Nia Nal and Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Maggie Sawyer and Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Maggie Sawyer Would Include…

Being a member of the Legends of Tomorrow and meeting and falling for Nora Darkh Would Include…

Dating Ava Sharpe and Getting Injured Would Include…

Sara Lance Helping You Accept Your Bisexuality Would Include…

Dating Nora West Allen Would Include…

Adopting a Child With Dinah Drake Would Include…

Twilight

Dating Alice Cullen Would Include…

Alice Cullen x wolf!Reader

Being Alice Cullen’s Mate and Getting Hurt Would Include…

Jealous Sex With Rosalie Cullen Would Include…

Rosalie Cullen x Wolf!Reader

Going to Harvard With Rosalie Hale Would Include…

Rosalie Hale Saving Human Reader Would Include…

Being Rosalie Hale’s Adoptive Daughter Would Include…

Being a Werewolf and Dating Rosalie Cullen Would Include…

Esme Cullen Saving You Would Include…

Being Esme Cullen’s Long Lost Daughter Would Include…

Being Adopted By the Cullen Family and Imprinting on Kate Would Include…

Kate Denali x Wolf!Reader

Tanya Denali x wolf!Reader

Being a Werewolf and Imprinting On Tanya Would Include…

Carmen Denali Saving You Would Include…

Dating Bella Swan Would Include…

Being Jacob Black’s Sister and Imprinting On Alice Cullen Would Include…

MCU

Being Bucky Barnes’ Sister and Falling For Peggy Carter Would Include…

Dating Carol Danvers Would Include….

Carol Danvers Realizing You’re Abused Would Include…

Dom!May Parker Being Jealous Would Include…

Dating May Parker Would Include…

Being Okoye’s Sister and Falling For Ramonda Would Include…

DCEU

Teen Wolf

Going From Best Friends to Lovers With Lydia Martin Would Include…

Lydia Martin Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Dating Allison Argent Would Include…

Choices (Game)

Dating Hana Would Include…

Dating Kamilah Sayeed Would Include…

Being in a Secret Relationship With Ina Kingsley Would Include…

Westworld

Dating Dolores Abernathy Would Include…

Other

Being Daenarys Targaryen’s Sister and Ruling Together Would Include…

Meeting Catelyn Stark and Falling In Love Would Include…

Having a Crush on Elizabeth Keene Would Include…

Dating Love Quinn Would Include…

Dating Peach Salinger Would Include…

Dating Jamie Moriarty Would Include…

First Time With Adena El Amin Would Include…

Kat Edison Hearing You Sing For the First Time Would Include…

Dating Rosa Diaz and Getting Shot Would Include…

Rachel Berry Introducing You to Her Mom Would Include…

Fics:

MCU

Lost Light (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Moving In (Carol Danvers x Reader)

Glass Castle (Maria Hill x Reader)

The Avengers Meeting (Maria Hill x Reader fic)

Best Laid Plans (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Worry (Carol Danvers x Kara Danvers x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Hope Van Dyne)

DCEU

A Jealous Goddess (Diana Prince x Reader)

Criminal Minds

Arrowverse

Thorn At My Side (Leslie Willis aka “Livewire” x Reader)

Giving In (Laurel Lance x Reader)

Holiday Present (Laurel Lance x Dinah Drake)

NSFW Alphabet List (Dinah Drake)

Telling the Truth (Dinah Drake x Reader)

Telling the Truth (Part 2)

NSFW Alphabet List (Laurel Lance)

Couch Date (Kara Danvers x Emma Swan)

TVD/The Originals/Legacies

First Kiss (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Westworld

A Trip To the Park (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

Quick, Kiss Me! (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Dolores Abernathy)

A Trip To the Park (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

Other

Back To You (Erica Reyes x Reader)

Ten Minutes and Thirty Years (Shirley Crain x Reader)

The Protector (Vinda Rosier x Reader)

A New Beginning (Rosalie Cullen x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Theo Crain)

Buried Emotions (Nell Crain x Theo Crain x Reader)

Old Friends (Chuck Bartowski x Reader)

[newcaptainofsquad9]

To Be Loved And Deserved~Myoui Mina x black! fem! reader

Pairing: Mina x reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, angst, smut, hurt and comfort

Summary: With the distance you created due to your anxiety and self doubt, Mina sought to lessen it and show you how much she cares about you.

Word Count: 1, 962

Author’s note: A continuation/sequel to this fic. Smut ahead, so there’s your warning, 18 plus from this point. Also, sorry if it’s trash I’m having a hard time focusing and finishing things so I finally got something done! Hope ya’ll enjoy!

Cosplay is always fun for you, especially when your girlfriend, Mina joined in the fun. At first, she loved to only gush about you and your presence and flair with the craft (her words), but with enough pleas and kisses, she gave it a try. The first cosplay the both you did together was Korra and Asami from The Legend of Korra, and the first you both shared on tiktok. It wasn’t the last as the both of you delved into some of your favorite pairings/partnerships, or ships in general from media: Renji and Rukia from Bleach, Jon Snow and Daenarys Targaryen, and various Marvel characters (Mina insisted of course).

There was one that people criticized you the most for and that was your cosplay of Princess Bubblegum, in all her pink and pretty glory, yet many commenters didn’t feel the same way about you. Like how they thrashed you of your sailor moon and other anime cosplay, they stressed over how Bubblegum wasn’t black and how you weren’t built for cosplay as much as Mina was. It hurt, damaged you as much that you began to distance yourself from your girlfriend. You only told her you need space, of course being Mina she didn’t question until it became weeks--your phone blew up with texts from a worried Mina which escalated to calls, tik tok and Instagram messages. You cut yourself off from her and the comments, only leaving your room when necessary. The calls soon stopped. 

Instead, a knock echoed throughout your home, jerking you from your burrito like position wrapped around your comforter. You knew she’d come over eventually, but the conversation isn’t something you’re looking forward to. Did Mina want to break up with you? You didn’t, you loved her so much that it hurt but she wouldn’t understand how much you felt. People only praised her when she tried, not calling her ugly or telling her a cosplay isn’t right because of her race. 

You got up from your bed, sighing at the cold that fit your tummy and toes once your comforter fell. It took a few shuffles but you found the front door as more knocks continued. Your heart pumped with each thud before you gathered enough courage to open it. 

Mina’s fist was still raised as she ceased knocking.

“Y/N,” she said.

“Mina I--”

You were cut off by Mina throwing her arms around you.  

“Thank God,” she whispered against the skin of your cheek. “You’re OK, you’re actually OK.”

Your arms wrapped around her back instantly as the emotion that bubbled up inside you came crashing down through a heat of tears that rushed. 

“S-So, does that mean you don’t want to break up with me?” you asked.

Mina pulled back immediately. 

“What? Did I do something wrong?” she said. “Y/N please just--”

You cut her off with a deep sob, no longer holding on without her. Mina’s arms wrapped around your waist, cooing softly as she cupped your cheeks. She stepping with you, slow and steady as the both of you moved as one towards your room. 

Once you reached it, she lay back against the bed next to you with enough space between you both.

Your eyes dart to the covers beneath you as silence fell. Mina opened her mouth to speak, yet closed it as you began to speak as well.

Mina’s hands flew back to your face as her face flushed with a bit of red.

“You should go first,”she said. 

You nodded, it’s the least you could do since you kept her in the dark for awhile.

“You did nothing wrong Mina,” you started. “I-I had a bad time on Tik-Tok, my anxiety got out of hand and--”

The sound of Mina’s gasp cut you off, her face serious yet again. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she said. “I always check in with you when things are hard for me.”

You nodded; the sadness Mina expressed breaking your heart more and more. 

“I know, and I wanted to talk to you, believe me I did but,” you paused. Mina tilted her head.

“But?” she asked before silently telling you to go on.

“My problems, are completely different from yours, you get so much praise from our cosplays,” you said. “I scrolled through thousands of them all commenting on how accurate your cosplay is, even if it wasn’t completely all there--no one called you names or sought to stereotypes to discredit you.”

Mina’s lips parted, looking to speak but she only nodded and rubbed your back. 

“A-And I’m not blaming you, it has nothing to do with you,” you declared. “But seeing how they brought you up, just to yank me down made me resent you--just for a moment! That’s why I needed space.”

Mina blinked away tears, forcing your own to build up as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“I’m sorry Mina,” you whispered against her chest. 

“You don’t need to apologize,” she said. “You let me back in, even if we have different problems, I’m always here to listen and support. OK?”

Her hands traveled up and down your sides, making the shirt you wore ride up a bit to bare soft skin. You nodded, then a shudder rippled through at Mina’s contact; your girlfriend noticed and narrowed her eyes. 

“I missed you,” she whispered. “Every part of you.”

Her words followed with a few pecks to your lips, across your jawline then down to your neck. 

“I-I missed you too.”

Mina smiled. It was her toothy smile with her adorable gums and the shininess of her eyes. 

“Yeah? I hope you didn’t just miss me and lay here all day,” she said with a hint of teasing. 

“No,” you said, heat flushing to your cheeks. “I-I watched a lot of Netflix, thought about things and ate some cookies.”

Mina giggled.

“Oh? What kind of cookies?” she asked while her hands still lingered at your sides softly. 

Her touch almost made you lose your train of thought. You shifted around the bed, flopping to the other side before reaching over to the dresser to grab the pack of cookies. 

“Strawberry cream ones,” you said in between a few bites. “Want some?”

Mina smiled as you chewed, then eventually swallowing.  

“No, but I’d much rather enjoy lovely strawberry kisses,” she whispered. 

You nearly choked on the rest of your cookie as Mina giggled and caressed your face, gently while you finished the few cookies you decided to eat. 

“Is it OK, if I kiss you?” she asked, leaning in to touch your forehead with her own. “And show you how much you are loved?”

Her words were tender, you barely reacted as her lips ghosted across your throat, jaw then cheek. A sigh escaped you; Mina’s kisses got harder, most likely leaving bruises and marks but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the warm feeling your girlfriend spurred within you. Mina noticed your silence and pulled back with soft eyes. 

“Y/N? Are you OK?”

You nodded. 

“Yes,” you said before initiating the kiss this time.

Mina moved fervently against your lips, hands moving down your sides to lift your shirt just enough to caress more skin and soft noises from. 

“Mina,” you moaned. 

“What would you like me to do, baby girl?” she whispered. “Anything you want, just let me love you.” 

Your hands tangled themselves in her curly hair while she trailed kisses down your neck and parts of your chest exposed to her thanks to your v neck. 

“I just want to get lost in you,” you said. “Make me feel good. Make love to me, Mina.”

Mina’s kisses ceased once you told her, eyes sparkling with as much love and passion that you almost cry again. She kisses you once more. It’s softer now while her hands gently pull up your shirt; you help by taking it off completely. A knowing smile spread while her eyes wondered down and your bra-less chest. 

“Y-You, I-I,” she paused as she tried to get her words together. “S-Stunning.”

You pulled her back to be flushed against you. Hands and fingers moved everywhere and all at once: Mina’s tracing each curve and stretch mark she could find; you tried to chase and follow her movements by unbuttoning her own shirt and tossing it on the floor. 

The both of you ended up panting on the bed. Mina straddled you with you lain on the bed in a heap of breathless giggles. She continued marking you to the quick moves of her hips, making you gasp at her clothed heat.  

“M-Mina-”

You were cut off by her getting off of you for a moment to pull you to the edge of the bed where she sat on her knees. The pajama bottoms you wore slipped off by Mina carefully, underwear following as she slipped them off in a matter of seconds. Her lips traced your legs, up thighs and lingered near the place you needed her the most.

“I need to gear you up, baby,” Mina whispered against the softness of your skin. 

Her fingers swiped slowly at your folds. The sensation had moans slipping from your mouth; Mina smiled and coaxed you through are her movements as she slipped a finger inside you. 

“Please, Mina--”

She finally followed your request, leaning up to climb over you, pulling her jeans down and kissing you fiercely. Her tongue slipped through, both of you not fighting for dominance over one another but the lust that was pent up for weeks. Your hands traveled down to Mina’s forearms, gripping tight as she sunk down: both of your soaking cores meeting. Her thrusts started up again with each kiss from your lips, jaw, chest then neck. The sensation wasn’t enough for you to handle. Mina smirked at the mess you were already with the moans building from you. When your eyes met, your heart-rate spiked up and the breath you barely had left; her eyes were shiny, careful and too pretty to look at. So much so, you couldn’t help but get teary eyed--you wanted to blame yourself again but Mina’s movements grew softer as her thrusts lessened.

“I love you so much,” you said, choking on the sobs that rocked your body. 

Mina bit her lip at the slowed movements, both of you so close to climax while being lost in each others feelings and emotions. 

“I love you too,” she panted. “Every part, do you understand? You’re beautiful OK?”

You nodded, adverted your eyes. Mina shook her head before gripping your chin.

“Say it, babygirl,” she purred. “Tell me, look at me. Tell me you’re beautiful.”

The deep, huskiness of her voice sent you over the edge, climax taking over while the words spilled from your lips.

“I-I’m beautiful!” you cried. 

Mina beamed down at you with a sense of passion mixed in with enough cockiness to force you to climax yet again. 

“I’m not the one you have to say that to,” she said. “But it is sexy seeing how I could make you do that and come.”

You rolled your eyes, then tried to roll over only for Mina to hold you by the arms while slipping from between you and onto the soft sheets beneath. 

“Are you still thinking about what happened with those disrespectful people on Tik-Tok?” she asked while playing with rubbing her fingers softly down your arms.

“No, not when my girlfriend is here cheering me up and telling me how loved I am,” you said. “And you’re right, I need to start learning how to love myself better.”

Mina pressed a hard kiss to your forehead before burying her face into your neck.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way baby. 

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88. Sansa Stark x Fem!Reader

Request: Imagine being Daenarys's little sister and being betrothed to Sansa to create the ultimate power couple in Essos and Westros.

You shook your head. “I don’t approve of this Daenerys.” 

You had been arguing with your sister for weeks about this arrangement. Dany wanted you to marry Sansa Stark, to secure the North. How on Earth were the seven kingdoms supposed to obey a marriage between two women?

Daenerys sighed. “(y/n) you know I love and adore you deeply. You’re the only sibling I have left, the last Targaryen sister. However, I am the Queen and you will obey me.” She didn’t say it with any edge or anger in her voice but the look Dany gave you meant that her word was final and that pestering her with this issue any more would lead to a very unpleasant fight between the two of you. 

You huffed. “But how are we supposed to produce an heir? That is the most important aspect of any marriage and the last time I checked two women couldn’t produce an heir.” 

You knew it would upset Dany to keep the argument going but really had she thought this all out? You were only trying to save her from herself. If only she’d marry the bastard this would all be easier. 

Dany looked up from her maps. She gave your words a second thought. Then she shrugged. “We shall find a way, after all if I can give birth to dragons you must be able to impregnate a cute girl.”

You blushed at the mention of how attractive Sansa was. You weren’t blind, you’d seen her beauty in the flesh when Daenerys was crowned. You swore you’d never seen such beauty, gods forbid your sister heard you say that.

“Well maybe I’m not as powerful as you Dany,” you confessed. You’d never quite measured up to your sister. Not in beauty, or brains, or charm. Viserys had always made sure you knew as much. 

He would be cruel with Dany but with you he was a complete monster. You shed no tears on the day he died. You and Dany had been better off everyday since. 

Daenerys stepped away from the table of war maps and sat down next to you on her bed. She intertwined her fingers with yours and squeezed your hand. 

“(y/n), you’re a Targaryen. You’re every bit as powerful as I, and every bit as beautiful and smart,” she said with a soft, caring voice. With her free hand, she caressed your cheek. “What is this all really about?”

You sighed and looked at your sister. “What if she doesn’t like me? What if she thinks me some horrible ugly monster like Joffrey or-”

“You’re nothing like that  (y/n). You’re the sweetest girl I know. Sansa will love you, maybe not at first but over time when she sees how kind and loving you are she will realize you were her luckiest marriage.” Dany kissed your cheek and stood up. “Come on, let’s go for a ride. I know that helps you calm down.”

You stood up and smiled. “Thank you Dany.”

Daenerys smiled. “Of course, you’re my sister after all.”

Then she led you down the many staircases to the stables for a nice horse ride.

-

The celebration around you continued all day and night. Wine never stopped flowing and the merriment seemed to never end. You hadn’t really talked to Sansa all day. 

You tried but she was always busy talking to family or friends or her handmaidens. You had slowly become frustrated. She was your wife after all. 

So you tried again. You got out of your seat and walked to Sansa. She stood next to the fruit table, picking grapes off the vine. You were about to tap her shoulder when a member of House Tyrell struck up conversation with her. You sighed and retreated back to your seat. 

Daenerys had been quite busy all day but as she came down to the party she saw you frowning. She walked up to you. “Why such a sad face on such a happy occasion?”

Your head nodded in Sansa’s direction. “I haven’t been able to say a thing to her since the ceremony.”

Dany nodded. “Ah, give me a second.” She excused herself and walked to Sansa. She said something to Sansa then to the member of House Tyrell. Dany was lead away by the Tyrell and Sansa left alone once again. This time you raced to her and practically bumped into her. 

“Sorry,” you said and smoothed down your clothes. 

Sansa looked away, towards the fruit. “It’s quite alright my lady.”

You took a deep breath. “You could just call me (y/n). After all, we are married.”

Sansa shook her head softly. “You’re a princess.”

You leaned into towards Sansa. “So are you, now.”

A small smile spread across Sansa’s face. Your heart began to race, you’d made her smile. But the smile quickly left her face. “Still, I’d feel more comfortable addressing you as my lady.”

You nodded. “Okay, if that’s what makes you feel comfortable.”

Sansa looked up at you, skeptical. “Really?”

You nodded again. “Of course. Sansa I know we don’t know each other very well but I think we can be great friends and allies. If you’d give me the chance to prove it to you.”

Sansa smiled again, and this time it didn’t disappear. “Alright.”

You extended your hand. “Shall we dance?”

Sansa curtsied. “Of course, my lady.”

Dany looked on from a distance with a giant smile on her face. You deserved happiness after the horrible childhood you’d had. She hoped this marriage not only proved to be good politically but also good for you. She loved seeing you happy.

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What Daenerys Targaryen would wear as the queen of Meereen

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What Daenerys Targaryen would wear

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