𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐲
𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞
in which gwayne hightower finds love in the arms of the targaryen heir, rhaenyra’s daughter
PAIRING: gwayne hightower x targaryen!reader
WARNINGS: arranged marriage, allusion to slight nsfw, typical HOTD language, Aegon being a creep, fluff!!
WORD COUNT: 6.4k
AN: in this fic, viserys is dead and rhaenyra became queen (YAY) but her peaceful accession came with a price... also ages for gwayne and alicent are different because i thought it would be weird to have a huge disgusting age gap!!
“My dear-” Rhaenyra sighed.
“I understand my duty as heir, Mother, but that does not mean I cannot express my grievances.” Her daughter crossed her arms. “You cannot blame me for being hesitant. A Hightower, really?” Her face contorted with disgust. “It feels as if I am being condemned to death.”
“Y/N…” Rhaenyra fought the urge to laugh. She often forgot how alike she and her daughter were. “My darling girl, I am sorry, truly, but our kingdom needs stability, and this marriage will see to that. You must-”
“Like I said earlier,” Y/N snapped back, sitting down rather unladylike. “I understand, no need to explain it any further.”
“Yes well… for what it is worth, I have heard he is a rather kind man.” Rhaenyra scoffed, plucking a grape off the vine. “Shocking for a knight, I think.”
Y/N smiled to herself, staring into the distance. “I seem to remember one such knight.”
While her daughter may have resembled her in personality and stature, much like her brothers, Y/N was the spitting image of her father. “He was very kind, yes.” Rhaenyra sat beside the young woman, pushing a stray hair behind her ear gently. “And loving.” She whispered. “Your father loved you very much.”
Y/N nodded. “I know, Mother.” Holding her hand, she smiled. “He loved you just as much.”
Rhaenyra could not find it in herself to speak, simply nodding.
Summary: When Y/N touches an ancient artifact, she finds herself falling through time.
A/N: It’s not the most thought-through story I’ve ever posted, but we’re here for a good time and not to win a Pulitzer amirite? Also, once again I have rushed the ending because who has the time lol
Word count: 5800
Warnings: mild description of injuries, language, some implications of sexy time
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“I want to touch it.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Y/N snickered as Rhys’ arm shot forward to slap Cassian’s hand away from the gleaming crystal.
The Lord of Bloodshed rolled his eyes. “It’s a crystal, Rhys. It won’t bite my hand off.”
It was Azriel’s calm tone that now sounded from behind Y/N’s back.
“Given that it was Devlon who discovered it, I would suggest treading carefully, brother.”
Hi how are you? I have a request please:
A Cullen (maybe Edward or Alice??) walks in on Jasper and his mate (f!reader ) in the middle of a smutty situation. How does that go? I think that situation would be so funny! Thanks!
Awkward // Jasper x Reader.
I just loved the idea of this...and I decided to torture both Alice AND Edward with this, just for fun! Thank you, dear anon! For anyone wondering about the “soft” comment in regards to Jasper, I’m changing SM’s lore once again. Vampires are always cold but not hard as stone unless angry, frightened, or fighting. Otherwise, their skin is smooth and soft...Jasper had never experienced that himself before meeting Y/N, finally softening for the first time in forever.
Emmett has a million jokes about it but they’ve heard ‘em all. By the way, Ed was listening to Three Days Grace.
Pairing: Jasper x Reader.
Waring: slightly smutty, more of a lime rating...I cut off before I got to the good stuff, let me know if you want more!
They should have seen it coming.
Of all people, a psychic and a telepath certainly should have foreseen such a terrible event. But in their defenses, reading the future wasn’t as easy as it seemed and even psychics can be surprised on occasion. And Edward had been trying to drown out Emmett’s annoyances, half-listening to something on his CD player (something loud with a heavy bass, good for forcing an annoying brother out of one’s mind) and half-listening to Alice’s chattering about the upcoming “Starlight Ball.”
“Why on earth does this town have so many balls and dances?” Edward snarked. “I swear to god, half of the formal gowns and sequins being made across the world end up here.”
“Oh, hush, Ed, it’s called having fun! Try it sometime.”
“Tried it once, didn’t like it.”
Single dad!Cregan Stark x reader
Summary: The reader follows through with her marriage proposal. (I literally cannot say more without spoiling stuff)
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"Father?" Her voice carried through the hall.
Bolton turned to give his daughter his entire attention.
"The carriage outside. Have we a visitor?" She asked meekly.
Pairings: Dad-to-be Steve Rogers x Pregnant Reader. Themes/Summary:Light-hearted. Steve is feeling lonely on his side of the bed, and it's the pregnancy pillow's fault. A/N: I haven't been giving Steve some love lately. . . so here a cute little oneshot of how he will react when y/n brings out the pregnancy pillow. I don't own any of the images ya'll credits to their owners.
Steve comes out of the ensuite after his shower, his white t-shirt clinging to his body and hair damp. He throws you an easy smile, the kind that makes his blue eyes crinkle at the corners, as he heads towards the bedroom. But the moment he steps inside, he halts mid-stride, staring at the bed like it’s personally offended him.
There it is again: the pregnancy pillow. An immovable, unforgiving barricade that now divides your once-cozy bed like a dam, stretching from one end to the other. Steve tilts his head, squinting at it as if that might reduce its size.
He throws his hands on his hips and sighs dramatically.
“You know, I fought Hydra,” he says, voice dripping with exasperation. “I’ve been through hell and back. But this—” he gestures to the pillow, “—is the one enemy I can’t seem to defeat.”
This is a collection of drabbles, domestic and/or romantic slices of life with men of Westeros and a female reader.
Painful period/period sex
Struggling to conceive/breeding kink
Meeting the new baby
First time after having a baby
Identity crisis/breeding kink
Uncomfortable pregnancy
Difficult childbirth
Gender disappointment
First time after having a baby
Breast sucking
Awkward wedding night
Oral sex on the throne
Nights with a newborn
Hand kink
Inexperienced wife/praise kink
Breeding kink
Difficulty to conceive a son/miscarriages
Dividers by @arcielee.
Requests are currently closed for this collection. Comment to ask to be tagged in any drabble (if you are not already on this character's taglist).
Pairing: Vampire!Azriel x F!Reader
Kinktober 2024: Vampire!Azriel, Blood Play
Description: Your curiosity about vampires leads you to a night you will never forget and a drastic change in your relationship with Azriel.
Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, a bit of edging, a bit of cockwarming, vampire bites, blood and blood play (some of this is definitely unhygienic), some dirty talk
Word Count: ~3,1k
Rating: 18+ MDNI
Notes: I still can't believe I'm doing this, but welcome to the first day of kinktober. Also there's a lot of filthy smut on here, don't get me wrong, but this somehow turned out a bit fluffy too and now I'm contemplating writing more of these two. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Holding onto sanity was proving to be more and more of a challenge with each thrust of Azriel's hips, slowly stretching you out and driving himself impossibly deeper inside you. Fingers lost in the black strands of his hair, probably pulling too hard as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded in the moment, desperate whines and embarrassing moans leaving your mouth unattended.
His mouth busied itself with leaving marks and small bites all over your neck and chest, his sharp canine teeth caressing your supple skin ever so slightly - a preview of what was to come. Gods, he hadn't even truly started and you were already losing your mind.
Gwayne Hightower x wife!reader
Summary: the reader is approached by Criston Cole. Gwayne doesn't like the look in Cole's eyes.
A/n: this is a drabble to keep the writer's block away 😅 I'm still sick, but it's getting better slowly
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"Lady Hightower," Criston Cole approached the woman.
Y/n turned, her 6 month son in her arms. Her brows furrowed, "Yes?"
He stepped to her, and only then did he realize he wasn't sure why he did it.
⠀ཾ༵ 𑁍┆ cregan stark x fem!healer!reader.
SYNOPSIS: serving as a healer on the frontlines of a war that is tearing the realm apart, you come to tend the wounds of the warden of the north. inspired by robb & talisa’s relationship.
anonymous request.
{ FORMAT: one-shot — requested by anonymous.
{ WORD COUNT: 8.2K.
{ WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), fic is inspired by robb & talisa’s relationship, description of wounds/injuries, mentions of violence & war, canon-typical misogyny (cregan goes to the northern school of feminism), heavy mutual pining, both cregan and reader have experience, p in v sex, unprotected sex, all stark men have a breeding kink, size kink (cregan is much taller/bigger than reader), fingering (fem!rec), biting, breast play, hair-pulling, rain-soaked cregan, bed/cot breaking, lotus position, riding/cowgirl, gentle-ish sex, soft ending + aftercare
{ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Back with another Cregan fic! I absolutely love writing for him & this request was so perfect. This is taking place during the wars (HOTD S3). Thank you guys so much for your continued support and kindness, it means a ton to me! I hope you all enjoy! ❤️
A/N: not at all satisfied with this. Might delete it later
