“Mixed Signals” - Masterlist

hi, my sweet heart!

first of all i want to tell you that you are one of my favorite writers of all time, and your Aemond fics can be considered, by me, works of art!

your writing is MAGNIFICENT!

with all this, can you write an Aemond fic involving that scene, from episode 8, where Daemon is holding Rhaenyra's hand, showing affection and strength to her? And who is faced with that scene is Daemon. — His sweet daughter with his damn nephew.

— Two dragons, two rivals.

© do not repost or translate !

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: how could two people, two dragons have so many things in common including the hatred they feel for each other?

warnings: incest, explicit language, explicit words, inspired by episode 8

word count: 2.537!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

"ñuha jorrāelagon, gaomagon gīda." (My dear, keep calm.)

Your heavy and distressed steps were echoed by the empty room, which was lit only by the cracks of light coming from the huge window. — It was quite capable of forming a harrowing circle on the smooth floor of the cold place.

Your hands were sweating and you played nervously with your fingers, trying to balance and lessen your anxiety. — It looked like you were going to release fire from your mouth at any moment.

By the looks of it, and you've been warned, your parents, along with your siblings, are on their way to King's Landing to settle some frictions, duties and debate who will inherit the greatest roles in the dragon house. — Well, you're not worried about that, that subject never interested you as much as you were the main heir to the throne.

The eldest daughter, first of your name, hated meetings about it because deep down you knew that being a woman you would never receive the same respect that a male heir could receive.

Destined since childhood to be married to your uncle, following in your mother's footsteps; Rhaenyra thought it more correct and direct to leave you in King's Landing, of course with your father's permission, who hated the idea but learned to agree with it over time. — Daemon made a point of sending ravens with messages, mostly in the Valerian language, to you on every moon.

The rebel prince would never leave his darling daughter alone among those vultures, as he always called them.

Of course you liked the news, seeing your parents and siblings was a gift from the good gods and you thanked them. — But soon, a heavy storm fell on his head at the memory of an infuriating fact.

Your father and your husband never got along. — Only the gods knew the insatiable desire of each one to want to kill each other. — Two men. Two dragons who defended their family with fire and blood, had so many identical physical and mental characteristics and also shared the reciprocal hatred.

Your father always made it clear how much he disagreed with, and hated, your husband in the letters he sent your, but a part of his heart admired your passion for the one-eyed man. — And it was impossible to deny that you and Aemond were, in fact, a copy of Daemon and Rhaenyra.

A heavy sigh deliberately escapes your lips and your head decides to turn towards the owner of that voice. — The only voice that could reassure you at that moment and make you feel lighter and less pressured and you needed support and, especially, your lover.

As you turn around, your eyes clash with the image of the oldest sitting in a leather chair, pigmented in pure black and reddish tones, watching all your steps and features that you make. — Every simple movement or even a simple swing of your hair, was perceived by Aemond.

"Come here, my love." — It was technically impossible to deny that request. Those simple words fell sweetly from Aemond's thin lips, and ended up conquering you and comforting your anxious heart. — With a reassuring smile that came to your lips quickly, your steps made their way to the chair where your dear lover was sitting.

Your dress, made of fabric blessed by the gods and dragons and beautifully crafted in shades of black and red, paying homage to your home, swept the floor along with your steps. — That dress showed and defined your beautiful curves. — Any of the seven kingdoms would say, in all honesty and honor, that you were a copy, designed by the gods, true to your mother.

And Aemond looked to the heavens and thanked all the good gods for having you.

As you approached, a sincere smile with a touch of understanding appeared on the older's lips and he reached out to grab your hand. — A gesture of pure affection and love. — Aemond's rough fingers stroked the palm of your hand, a few circular movements but slowly. Aemond's hand, which tends to be cold most of the time, was warm but still made you shiver.

"Everything is going to be perfectly fine, my wife." — Aemond reassured you, looking into your eyes. The eldest's one good eye admired you, and tried to pass a pleasant image. — "You know very well that you have my word."

Interrupting the simple but comforting finger caress, Aemond clasps your hand in his and holds it tightly, showing support for you. Even with all the friction, differences and threats between your family and Aemond, he never failed to support and protect you. — You belong together. Two dragons and only one soul, you two defined yourself with those words.

You delivered a smile that meant all your passion and admiration for Aemond, and he was able to understand that quickly. That damn man knew you like no one else.

The huge doors of pure wood along with some stone repairs are opened scaring you and taking your focus away from Aemond, and the same happens to him but the older man's hand still remains holding yours. — Soon, one of the guards, who escorted the door, enters.

"Majesties, excuse me." — The guard, whose name you didn't know, refers to your and Aemond's presence. He was young looking and a little nervous, maybe it was one of his first days as a guard. — "The presence, majestic and of high grace, of Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon already awaits the two of you"

Aemond did not fail to notice and feel the strength you exerted by squeezing his hand. It seemed that nervousness had attacked your entire body in a brutal and deadly way. — Your voice had disappeared, as if you had lost your way of speaking at that moment, and your husband noticed it immediately.

"Allow them to enter here, now." — The elder Targaryen commanded in a loud voice, causing the young guard to stiffen his stance and quickly nod to obey the order.

The huge and strong doors of pure wood, which blocked the image of the corridor, are opened again and soon your eyes can see some strands white, like snow, and very familiar. — At the exact moment, you can have a broad view of your mother next to your father.

Your heart was racing, it felt like it would burst out of your mouth at any moment and not to mention your eyes were teary and ready to shed the tears that were threatening to fall freely. It had been so long, so many moons and so many suns, without admiring and talking to your parents.

The first steps were Rhaenyra's and in your direction, she wanted to ignore her unfortunate brother's existence. The future queen hated that dragon ever since the event that caused his eye to be missing, and if Rhaenyra could; she would never leave you in that man's hands again. — But she knew she couldn't fight your feelings and the sacred seal of Targaryen marriage.

Keeping her posture and, knowing that she couldn't disrespect her brother and even in front of him, Rhaenyra faced him with respect and nodded to the youngest.

"My dear daughter and my dear…" — A not-so-long, tight sigh escaped Rhaenyra of its own accord. — "Brother."

Aemond did not show such a surprised or grateful expression or reaction with the presence of his sister, who has a feeling of reciprocal hatred and anger. The seriousness remained on Aemond's face, until he decided to watch his uncle's footsteps.

The annoying, unhappy sound of Daemon's well-crafted, presumably leather, shoes drifted past Aemond's ears. As if each simple, slow step was a deathly crack in the one-eyed head. — Aemond hated even Daemon's gait. — There wasn't one thing Aemond didn't hate about his uncle, besides his daughter; of course.

Gently and slowly taking your hand away from Aemond's, you approach your mother and don't miss the opportunity to hug her. Feeling your mother's comforting and warm affection again is a blessing to you and warms your heart. It was, in fact, an eternity since you felt that.

"I missed you so much, my sweet child." — She whispered in your ear, you could feel the affectionate smile and very typical of your mother. — "And you look so beautiful."

"I missed you too, mom." — After you reciprocated your mother, you slowly pulled away from the warm embrace that held the two of you together and finally got the chance to meet your father's eyes. Eyes identical to yours that, in one of your youthful memories; Rhaenyra said you destined the most beautiful eyes she could look up to in all the seven kingdoms, your father's.

Daemon ignored the heavy, deadly glare of the younger man who sat a few feet away from him. The rebel prince didn't care, not even a little, about that one-eyed drama. — He just wanted to have the opportunity and moment to meet again, correctly and as a father, with his beloved daughter And not even her husband could stop it.

"issa tala." (My Daughter.) — The tone of Daemon's voice took a little hitch, leaving her weak as if he were broken or even his voice totally incapable of uttering a miserable word. — But that wasn't it. Your father was thrilled to see you after so many years. — "issa dōna tala" (My sweet daughter.)

Even with his low, wistful tone, Daemon didn't lose his poise but he couldn't hide his genuine, compassionate smile when given the chance to hold your delicate hand. — Your hand that was in a reddish tone because of the countless times you rubbed and squeezed because of nervousness. — Your father understood that and didn't want to question it.

Holding your hand, Daemon's thumb caressed your fingers and analyzed some rings, pure silver, that remained lying there and, he couldn't help but analyze his engagement ring and be impressed with his nephew's taste. — The blood color stone, the color of pure red and the color of the Targaryens, of dragons; a ruby was between your finger.

"At least he knows how to put incompetence aside when it comes to choosing a ring." — A low and brief laugh came out of your mouth when he had the privilege of listening to that mocking whisper of your father. But, something catches the attention of Aemond, who was still not very happy with his uncle's arrival.

"I hope the trip was pleasant for you, uncle. From what I understand, the tide was calm, wasn't it?" — It was impossible not to recognize the teasing and sarcasm in the words that were uttered from Aemond's mouth, and he didn't even try to hide it. The weather could get worse but that was exactly what the one-eyed man wanted.

You turned your head towards your lover, wanting to question and scold, just by looking at that attitude, but again, it was impossible but you didn't stop watching him with narrowed eyes. — Your husband's single eye met yours but it was only a fleeting moment.

"I must feel honored and privileged to have conceived your concern for me, nephew." — Daemon returned in the same tone of voice. — "But i don't deny that i'd rather stay on the ship than here."

Remaining facing Aemond, you had a full view of Rhaenyra doing the same action you had previously performed on the one-eyed. — It looked like you two were in the middle of a children's discussion, that was an unfortunate and unpleasant moment to witness and participate; and besides being extremely tiring.

"I make a point of calling that ship for you." — Aemond retaliated with a thin and ridiculous smile.

"ao jurnegon raqagon riñar." (You look like children.) — For the first time that day, you had raised your voice but not in an aggressive or grotesque tone, but in pure reproach. Either you would get the attention of the two men or Rhaenyra would. — You decided to move away from your parents and return to your starting place, next to Aemond but this time, not so close to him.

Silence settled in that dark and cold room, with a tense atmosphere. — Better that than a childish argument and that could leave for something worse. — The Targaryen without one eye turned towards you with an expression, perhaps, regretful but he didn't dare to say anything at that moment.

"Glad to see you, my daughter." — Rhaenyra decided to end that silence but as if she was saying goodbye, and she kept smiling at you and continued to admire your eyes. — "Well, i'm glad to see you too, my brother." — She didn't leave Aemond's eye but kept her expression serious.

"It's good to have them back, Mom." — You returned a smile grateful for the return of your parents and praying to the good gods that your father and your husband kept their posture and did not argue anymore.

Aemond just let out his typical and common "Hm" and didn't show such a reaction or something strange, or a provocation. — You thanked him mentally for that and soon approached him again. Your act caught the attention of the king's youngest son and he missed no opportunity to join his hand with your, as he had done before Rhaenyra's arrival.

Daemon's eyes didn't want to believe what was happening in front of them, something he would never admit in his life. — It seemed that his nephew wanted to provoke him again, to make another argument happen and maybe worse. — But also for the first time in all times and moons, Aemond did not do it to provoke or defy his uncle. He did it for his beloved, for the way he shares his love and admiration for her.

And for the fact that you could be upset with him, Aemond opted for the way to apologize with the touch. A touch that seemed simple but had immense meaning.

Of course, Aemond didn't want to feel threatened in front of a person he despises so much, a person he characterizes as his rival, but he hated to keep and create these discussions in front of you. A feeling, considered rare for one who knew only the dreaded prince by sight, of regret settled over Aemond.

Aemond's thumb passed slowly over the ring, which he had chosen, and a sense of pride and passion surged through his chest.

"I hope that the days that remain here are pleasant and possible for you." — The surprising speech of the one-eyed prince was exclaimed and listened to with great attention. The boy's one good eye landed on your hand, and he again stroked the area. — "syt ao tolī, Daemon." (For you too, Daemon.)

After the last words, Aemond began to stare deeply at Daemon. Without an expression of sarcasm, or even anger, but that didn't mean that anything good had actually come out of the young man's mouth.

"and nyke hopi ao morghūljagon." (And i hope you die.) — He answered unwillingly. Rhaenyra, again, faced her husband with no desire to participate once more in a half-baked and totally childish argument. She was already completely exhausted and Daemon sighed heavily. — "We appreciate it."

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So, since I’ve achieved another of my follower goals, I thought about doing a recommendation list of all of my favorite fanfiction from this website (so far)! These are the ones I reblogged and commented on it, and truly recommend! Some of them them I really have to catch up, but I love them anyway! I hope you like them too!! I’m definitely missing someone, because I always forget things, lmao, so if your work is not here is probably because I forgot!! The characters are in alphabetical order:

Boba Fett

Staple Your Tongue by @bobafvtt

Say it, Spit it Out by @bobafvtt

Diego Hargreeves

I Need a Favour series by @areyouthorrealrightnow

Diego and his baby daughter by @the-novel-on-the-left

Din Djarin

As You Wish series by @themandjalorian

Both Hunter and Prey series by @themandjalorian

Cold Showers by @cptnbvcks

Deliver Me by @damerondjarin

Healer series by @bestintheparsec (i terribly have to catch up, but it’s a great series 🥺) 

The Lovely Moons series by @vercopaanir (i still have to catch up on that one, sorry 😥)

Rough day series by @no-droids

Ezra (Prospect)

Moonlight by @adikaofmandalore

Next Rotation by @hopelikethesun

Orchid by @adikaofmandalore

Trap by @rzrcrst

Frankie Morales

Addicted to You by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

Dawn by @rzrcrst

Pragma series by @softpedropascal (another one that I have to catch up, but it’s so soft and sweet!!)

Querencia series by @spookyold-saintjm

Javier Peña

A Good Man series by @forever-rogue

Curriculum Vitae series by @tiffdawg

Deal series by @longitud-de-onda

Dial Tone by @cptnbvcks

Look How Long This Love Can Hold Its Breath series by @themandjalorian

Partial to the Cavatina series by @acomplicatedprofession

The Same Coin series by @bestintheparsec ​

Marcus Pike

And Then I’d Kiss You, And Then I’d (Still) Kiss You by @agentpike

If You Ever wanna be in Love series by @agentpike

Secret Kisses by @catfishingmorales

Undercover by @secretpajamas

Maxwell Lord

A Gilded Lie series by @maxlordd

Max Phillips

Bury me face down by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

With Cherries on Top series by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

Oberyn Martell

In Name Only series by @forever-rogue

Of Princes and Berries series by @forever-rogue

Pero Tovar

Morning, Necklace and this Art Drabble by @di-kut (all set in the same universe)

Querida by @yespolkadotkitty

Tradition {Mando x Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6250

Warnings: Breeding Kink, Vaginal Sex, Slight Pain Kink, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex

Comments: Din Djarin is summoned back to the newly relocated covert. The Armorer has a task for him. His guilt over the decimation of the covert has him agreeing before he knows exactly what is expected of him. And he wonders why he hasn’t seen a certain female Mandalorian that he had a thing for, since the events of Navarro. 

The covert’s numbers were fewer, and it was all his fault. The guilt ate at him. The pile of Beskar and Durasteel helmets looked up at him accusingly in that tunnel under Navarro. He saw them every time he closed his eyes.

Mando sighed and punched in the coordinates that had been sent to him via transmission. The Armorer had reached out and summoned him to the new covert.

Anxiety pooled in his stomach as they sped through hyperspace. The child was resting peacefully in his crib. He turned and looked at him. So much sacrifice for one little child. The remnants of the Empire had an interest in the strange 50 year old baby. And he was damned if he’d let them have him. Under Mandalorian tradition, the child was now his son.

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Isthereanypossibilityofdoingaslightspankingficforoneofpedroscharactersplease?

***Sooooooo this turned into something waaaaaayyyy different than I had originally planned. I literally thought of this in my sleep last night.

Punishment

The rumors that The Red Viper had taken a wife had swirled around King’s Landing, disbelief being met with every retelling. The man was known as free love advocate. Traveled with his paramour and openly acknowledged the eight bastard daughters birthed to him with no recourse from his family. King Baratheon and his wife Cersei, dismissed the rumors as idle gossip.

Until that day when the ship that bore the glad of a red sun pierced by a golden spear docked, and Prince Oberyn lead his lady wife, Y/N Mormont, down the gangway of the ship.

“By the Gods, he did marry.” Robert Baratheon gawked as the Dornishman tucked her arm into the crook of his elbow and sauntered over to the greeting party.

The golden haired queen seethed at the beauty as they drew closer. “Probably just another one of his whores. Trying to gain favor with Dorne of all places.” She spat.

“Woman, you will hold that cursed tongue of yours.” Robert growled as he stepped forward, the thunderous look on his face fading away as he greeted the second son of House Martell with enthusiasm.

“Oberyn! I see the news of your marriage has not been mistaken. And to such a pretty lass.” He boomed, his hulking frame shaking as he came forward to embrace the Prince, clapping him on the back.

Turning to Y/N the King’s eyes flittered over her with hunger. “At one time, her father wanted me to marry her you know?” He held her hand while she curtsied and brought it to his hips for a kiss. “But Tywin convinced me that Cersei was to be the next Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Had the resources for the burgeoning army I led.”

Y/N Mormont was breathtakingly beautiful. Rich black hair tumbled down her back in loose curls. The emerald green eyes a shocking contrast. While on Bear Island, she had skin the color of fresh milk, pale and white. The sun and sand of Dorne had been good to her, making her skin honeyed and giving her a more exotic look that made the display of skin from her light dress even more tantalizing.

Cersei flushed as she gritted her teeth in anger. The insults her husband doled out just adding to the mocking smile the Prince shot her.

“Yes, well the Lannister’s always believe their golden lions made them better than everyone else.” The smooth accented voice was deadly like the spear he wielded in battle. “But gold is a cold and ridged spouse.”

Y/N’s eyes flashed in amusement as the King laughed at the veiled insult. The red mottled face of the Queen let her know that the devious woman would be seeking some sort of punishment for her perceived embarrassment.

****

Dinner was an affair that was quickly spiraling out of control. The King and Queen were very generous in the numerous cups of wine they imbibed. The sharp tongue of the woman growing more bold with every cup poured.

Y/N watched as she leaned back in her chair, newest drink her her hand as the barbs rolled off her tongue.

“Is House Mormont so destitute that you needed to trade yourself to Dorne?” She slurred slightly, her eyes narrowed in wicked glee.

Oberyn’s hand was on her knee, gently stroking the inside with his thumb. While they had retired to their rooms to freshen up, they had both agreed that Cersei would try to ignite their anger. But she didn’t understand, could never understand the bond that had formed between the pair.

“My family house is in good hands with Lady Lyanna leading it. I felt after the betrayal of my brother, my cousin would be better trusted by the throne. So it left me free to pursue other interests.” Y/N said as she picked out a plump grape from the bowl on the table before them and turned to slip it between her husband’s lips.

Cersei sneered, her lip curling viciously as she spat. “Orgies?”

Emerald green eyes snapped over to the blonde. Fire flashed in her eyes as she ignored the silent warning Oberyn gave her. Y/N was less skilled in veiling her insults, more blunt than a princess should be.

“Love. Something you would know little of. Perhaps if you did, your bed wouldn’t be cold.” Y/N shot back, aiming directly for the chink in the Queen’s armor. Everyone knew of the hushed rumors. The King having spent far more time with tavern wenches and whores than in Cersei’s bed.

Silence fell over the room as Y/N cursed herself inside. As much as she knew that Oberyn has enjoyed her barb, she had overstepped. Publicly insulting the Queen in such as brash manner had been reckless. People had lost their heads for less.

Blazing eyes turned towards the King, who sat with his mouth slightly open in surprise. “You will allow your wife, your Queen, to be treated so?” She ground out scathingly. “How far we have fallen. Soon enough there will be insults by every subject in the kingdom.”

Oberyn tensed next to Y/N. He knew what game she was playing. Even if they had not love for one another, Cersei could manipulate the vanity of the king exceedingly well. His reputation for being a leader was now being calling into question by a returned volley on an insult that had first been lobbed at his wife.

“Robert, if I may?” He interjected with an idle wave of his hand, trying to signify the menial impact of the situation. “In Dorne, we have very effective methods for dealing with a, shall we say, bratty wife.”

Dark eyes raked over her, Y/N lowering her head to stare at the hands folded in her lap. Looking for all appearances, a meek and submissive wife. Even as she chewed the inside of her lip to keep from smirking as Oberyn’s deft fingers inched higher under her dress.

A raucous laugh rang through the dining hall. “By the Gods, that’s what they are, aren’t they? Bratty wives. If they were our soldiers, we could just beat the hell out of them.” Robert thumped his hand down on the table with a loud belch. “But the Maesters say that it’s a bad example to set for the Kingdom, even if it would provide some peace from the harping.”

The dark haired prince joined in his laughter, his fingers rubbing circles on the inside of his wife’s thigh. A comfort and a message that he was playing his part. He despised everything about the ways of the North, from the way they treated people under their protection to the prudish ways they felt about love.

“What is this method you use?” Robert asked, reaching for his cup again.

He leaned back and pierced the King with a mild look. “If they wish to act like children, then our wives are treated as such. A spanking to remind them of their place in the world.” He casually threw out.

Only Y/N knew of the rigidity of his fingers, digging into the soft flesh of her skin. They were there to ease the tensions between Sunspear and King’s Landing. Robert’s reaction to Oberyn’s veiled suggestion would be the deciding factor on if those tensions increased. For she knew that The Red Viper would let no man touch what he considered his. And Y/N was most certainly his most prized possession in that regard.

The king sputtered for a moment before braying loudly. “PERFECT!” He shouted. “It’s settled. Y/N will receive her punishment and we will forget this ever-“

“Publicly.” Cersei called out, malicious glint in her eyes.

“Woman” Robert growled lowly, a warning.

Oberyn held up a hand. “But of course. After all, public humiliation requires a public punishment.”

He looked to the king, who rocked his jaw for a moment before nodding, signaling he agreed. It would shut the harpy up, and he could keep the thin shreds of his temper in check.

Y/N made a show of blushing as he pushed back his chair. The normal severe countenance of his face made the Queen believe that he was furious with his wife, but Y/N could see the humor dancing in his dark orbs. This wasn’t something that was unfamiliar to them. She acted reluctant as she dropped herself over the expanse of his thighs, feeling his arm brace across her back for stability.

The thin material of her gauzy dress slid up the back of her thighs, uncovering the swell of her rounded cheeks. Cersei scoffed at the fact that Lady Martell was bare under her dress, while her husband grunted in a reluctant amusement.

Rough hands, so familiar on her skin caressed the rounded flesh. She felt the quick squeeze, the playful grope before his stern voice rang out. “Count them out.”

A sharp crack was heard throughout the room as his palm came down against her ass.

“One!” Her surprised cry was loud.

The second blow was delivered to the opposite cheek, just as much force as the first strike. Y/N jolted on her husband’s lap.

“Two!” She sounded breathless, pained.

Strike after strike was reigned down on her sensitive skin. Her ass cheeks growing rosey and imprinted with the fingermarks of Oberyn’s large hands. Her cries made them think that she was enduring a horrible punishment, bit out with groans.

“Ten!” She whimpered.

Oberyn’s hand rested on the warm skin, while he looked to the king. Cersei was wide eyed as she saw Robert nodding in approval, a dark scowl crossing her face before she hid it behind her wine goblet.

Y/N squirmed a bit on his lap, looking uncomfortable but seeking the single finger that had slithered between her thighs to test the slickness that had grown there. She could feel his cock pulse against her stomach as the finger curled into the warmth.

Robert braced his hands on the table. “She will think twice before insulting her betters again.” He commented.

Y/N’s jaw clenched but she didn’t look up.

Her husband drew the layers of her skirts back over her ass before answering. “You are well aware of how fair ladies can be. I regret to say that we should retire so that Y/N can recover.” The lie rolled smoothly off his tongue.

Waving his hand, the King dismissed them. “Yes, I’m sure she would have trouble sitting that red little ass on the most comfortable of cushions right now.”

They stood swiftly and exited the hall. Y/N bolting for the hallway that lead to their chambers. Oberyn caught her hand to drag her back to him, pushing her up against the pillar, his mouth raking over hers lustfully.

“When we get back to our chamber, I’m going to fuck that wet cunt until Robert believes that spanking made you walk with a limp tomorrow.” He growled, biting at her lower lips harshly.

Y/N groaned as she reached between them to cup her husband’s cock. “Then hurry up so you can really punish me.”

“More like reward you for so wickedly insulting that bitch.”

She giggled as the Prince of Dorne grabbed her hand and sprinted down the hallway of the castle, bound for their chambers and a lustful night. She was already dripping wet from his spanking and now craved his cock.

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Triple Frontier fic: Why Did It Have to Be...

for day 12 of my hyggetober ficlet challenge. today’s prompt is “pets.”

Francisco “Catfish” Morales/gn!Reader, rated gen (warning: contains mention of snakes, though they exist entirely off-screen). can’t stop won’t stop writing extremely soft babyfic about hot single dad Frankie Morales™. 525 words. thanks to @heatherbel for suggesting Frankie for this prompt.

  Every now and then, Frankie has a flair for the dramatic. You hear him come through the front door, murmuring excitedly as he makes his way through the house to find you in the bedroom, folding laundry, and he pauses in the doorway, baby in tow.

“You will never believe,” he declares, “what we just saw.”

“What did you see?” you ask. You’re a little distracted, facing down three socks without their pairs, so you almost miss it when he widens his eyes expectantly.

“Guess,” he says.

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sugar, sugar.

Summary: Chrissy tries not to expect anything from Billy on Valentine’s Day. Billy manages to surprise her.

Pairing: Billy x Chrissy (OC)

A/N: Just some sweet fluffy goodness for Valentine’s Day. Takes place during SATC after Billy and Chrissy’s date. Y’know, while she was grounded.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, teenagers being their asshole selves.

She felt like a complete idiot.

In the day after being grounded, Chrissy knew she wouldn’t trade her freedom for the night with Billy. Finally knowing him so intimately, getting what she had put off for weeks, felt like a rebirth. She was addicted to his hands on her now, and getting her next fix was the only thing on her mind.

But now, realizing that Valentine’s Day was soon approaching and she was imprisoned in the lovely craftsman on Elm Street, she was regretting everything said to her parents. Her defiance in the face of new rules felt warranted at the time. Now, it felt like she had signed her death warrant.

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The Silver Dragon Masterlist

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light.

With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world.

But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge.

Will they let themselves be pulled apart as the dragons dance? 

Warnings: Mentions of rape

Chapter 1: The Bronze Bitch's Daughter

Prince Daemon Targaryen has grown tired of his Lady wife, the “Bronze Bitch” Rhea Royce. But he is not so easily rid of her. She survives not only his brutal attack, but his cruel violation of her. Though she remains broken and weak, she endures just long enough to deliver a child: a girl of silver hair and steely eyes.

Chapter 2: The Bench

On Arianwyn’s thirteenth nameday, a grand reception is held in her honor. Though most guests are not in attendance for the Lady of Runestone, but rather the Princess Rhaenyra, who is mere weeks away from giving birth. But Arianwyn does not care, for Aemond is there. And he has a present for her.

Chapter 3: The Book

Though Arianwyn wants nothing more than to devour the book Aemond gifted her, she finds herself tear her mind from Aegon’s taunting words. But as she recalls a difficult conversation with her cousin and lady’s maid from the night before, she decides that perhaps she does not want to be married – ever.

Chapter 4: Rune of Endurance

Over the next few months, the young scholars begin to make their own translations of the Runes of the First Men. However, the lives of a Prince and a Lady are not all leisure. After a harrowing encounter in the Dragonpit, Aemond needs Arianwyn to comfort him.

Chapter 5: The Funeral

As the Targaryen and Velaryon households gather on Driftmark to mourn the late Lady Laena, Arianwyn is anxious about meeting not only her half-sisters, but her father for the very first time.

Chapter 6: Cold Fire

Having been worse than ignored by Daemon at the funeral, Arianwyn finally comes face to face with her father.

Chapter 7: The Beach

After overhearing a conversation between Prince Daemon and Corlys Velaryon at dinner, Aemond recruits Arianwyn to help him achieve a lifelong dream.

Chapter 8: The Tunnel

On their way back from the beach, Aemond and Arianwyn are confronted by their four furious cousins.

Chapter 9: The Decisions of Fathers

Aemond is permanently maimed, Arianwyn wounded. As their family quarrels over how to deal with the aftermath of the fight, all they can do is cling to each other.

Chapter 10: Prayer

Faced with the possibility of their separation, Aemond joins Arianwyn in prayer.

Chapter 11: Dearest Friend

As Arianwyn adapts to her new surroundings, and Aemond heals from his wound, the pair take comfort in the letters they exchange.

Chapter 12: The Girl in the Tower

With the knowledge that she will not soon be released from her father’s control, Arianwyn finds what comforts she can on Dragonstone, and receives a gift from Aemond.

Chapter 13: The Sapphire

Aemond struggles to adjust to Arianwyn’s absence. But on his fifteenth nameday, Ser Gerold Royce arrives with a bronze-wrapped present.

Chapter 14: The Garden

For the first time in the six years she’s been on Dragonstone, Princess Rhaenyra asks for Arianwyn to join her for a walk in the gardens.

Chapter 15: A Holy Sight

At long last, Arianwyn returns to King’s Landing.

Chapter 16: The Legend of Gahaelon and Aeremys

After being reunited after so long, Aemond has one request of Arianwyn: to read him a story.

Chapter 17: Families

Arianwyn is joyfully greeted by Queen Alicent, Princess Helaena, and her young children. But the happy reunion is soon ended as she is called to attend dinner with her Daemon, Rhaenyra, and their children.

Chapter 18: The Petition

When Vaemond Velaryon petitions the Crown to grant him succession of Driftmark, Arianwyn is faced with her worst fears.

Chapter 19: Final Tribute

Arianwyn delays her escape to attend the King’s family dinner to say goodbye to Aemond. But emotions run high, and a final toast may jeopardize her plans.

Chapter 20: The Library

Daemon confronts his daughter.

Chapter 21: Beneath the Weirwood Tree

Arianwyn meets Aemond in the Godswood.

Chapter 22: The Bedding

To prevent Daemon from contesting their marriage, Aemond and Arianwyn proceed with the Bedding Ceremony.

Chapter 23: The Shears

The following morning, Aemond and Arianwyn tell the Queen of what happened. But they soon realize an important figure is missing.

Chapter 24: The Trial of Brynna Taler

Aemond, Arianwyn, and Queen Alicent race to find Brynna. Larys Strong informs them that she has been taken to the Throne Room by none other than Daemon, who claims that it was Brynna herself that attacked him the night before. Not only that, but he also accuses Aemond of forcing Arianwyn to marry him, and of raping her so that the marriage could not be dissolved.

Chapter 25: The Breakfast

With Brynna safe and Daemon on his way back to Dragonstone with the rest of the Blacks, Aemond and Arianwyn enjoy some time alone. However, they are quickly interrupted by the Queen, her children, and her grandchildren joining them for a family breakfast.

Chapter 26: The Women

Arianwyn, Helaena, Alicent, and Brynna sip tea (and wine) and enjoy a moment of relaxation as the dressmakers and craftspeople of King’s Landing present them with their wares.

Chapter 27: Pillow Talk

Together in bed, Aemond & Aria exchange new vows and old secrets.

Chapter 28: Vhagar & Emrys

Six years after the beach on Driftmark, the Queen of All Dragons and Emrys, the young black dragon called Balerion, Second of His Name, by the smallfolk of King’s Landing, finally meet.

Chapter 29: The Bath

Aemond and Arianwyn relax with a shared bath after their dragonflight.

Chapter 30: Storytime

Arianwyn is summoned to the Queen's chambers to fulfill a promise she made to Prince Jaehaerys.

Masterlist

Agent Whiskey: 

Take A Chance On Me (Ongoing)

Summary: Golden Apple organization has catches the Statesman attention. You and multiple agents have to figure out how to take down this organization before they cause serious harm. Multiple developments happened that you didn’t think would. Specifically the attention of Agent Whiskey.

Chapter 1: Brandy

Chapter 2: Unnecessary tension

Chapter 3:  Gentlemen

Chapter 4: Beautiful 

Chapter 5: Numb 

sunkissed ❁ ben solo

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A THROATY GRUNT LEFT Ben Solo’s lips as Y/N crashed her lightsaber into his own, eliciting a shower of blue and green sparks as she did. He stumbled back at the force of her blow but he was quick to steady himself, digging his heels into the damp soil of the field that they were in. Y/N shoved her arms forward, pushing both of the sabers closer to his face, and he slid back slightly in the dirt. She smirked and opened her mouth, ready to spout off some snarky comment but before she could, he pushed back.

Ben had always been stronger than her in the physical nature, so it didn’t take much for the sabers to move back towards her. “Didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?” He asked teasingly, seeing the effort in her scrunched up face as she fought against his strength. He grinned at her on the other side of their weapons, each of their faces lit up by the glow of the beams, and she huffed.

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backdoor [b. hargrove headcanon]

Warning: There’s a touch o’smut. Read at your own discretion.

Neither of you knew how it happened.

Neil and Susan were out at a dinner party.

Max was out wandering around Hawkins with The Party.

Tommy was grounded.

It was just you and Billy alone in his house.

In the three months you two had been with each other, that had never happened.

The Hargrove home was an ever-revolving door of chaos and noise.

You two tried to escape to his bedroom sometimes to study.

To fool around.

But Susan and Neil insisted the door stay open.

It had been the single most frightening seven and a half minutes of your life: giving Billy head with his bedroom door open.

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