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one-shot requests!!

i’m gonna start doing one-shots just for funsies and to boost my writing inspiration :) i might even compile them into a book on here too. we’ll see tho. if you have any requests, feel free to drop them below and i might write a little drabble!! preferably for fandoms i’m in and definitely for characters i looooovvveeeee!! could be smut, fluff, angst, or whatever you may want!! i’m gonna be working on these for a while before i start posting them. also, feel free to request a specific name, character, or even oc (mine or yours) to be included! (i will not be doing any 2nd person pov or x y/n tho bc i physically cannot) fandoms/characters i like:

- fourth wing (xaden, liam, rhiannon, etc.) - peaky blinders (tommy or arthur) - marvel (bucky, tony, loki, nat, yelena, etc.) - thg (finnick, katniss, peeta, haymitch, NO snow) - six of crows (kaz, nina, inej, jesper) - asoiaf (jaime, jon, tyrion, aemond, helaena, rhaenyra, alicent, daenerys, etc.) - acotar (rhysand, lucien, bat boys) - harry potter (draco, weasley twins, harry, hermione, etc.) [preferably not smut unless they’re done with hogwarts or returning for an 8th year or smth] - star wars (anakin, han/ben solo, obi wan, etc.) - any other fandom that i haven’t listed that i might be familiar with!

pls feel free to request something, i’d really appreciate it <3 i want to stay busy doing what i love (writing) during the break!! i'm still going to write even if there aren't any requests put in, but i'd appreciate it if people did :)

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The Fox and the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!OC

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, degradation kink, choking, vaginal sex, fingering, enemies, hate fucking, CNC if you squint, overstimulation, dominant!aemond, brat!oc, punishment, possessive, they've been wanting this for a while but they'd never admit it, slightly public (they're in the dungeons), face painting (iykyk), handmaiden!oc, slapping, spitting, hair pulling

Word Count: ~5k

Note: this is inspired by my upcoming Aemond fic, 'Blood Sport,' which has been posted on Wattpad and ao3 and will be updated regularly soon! I have changed the OC's name and a few characteristics just so it's not too spoil-y of the actual story/scene, since I won't reach this point in the actual fic for a long time. Just know that this is what this fic is going to be like, so if you're interested, go check it out!! (same username on WP and ao3!!)

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      THE DUNGEONS reeked of piss and human waste, the sharpness of the foul scents stinging Aemond's nostrils. He crept through the winding corridors with ease, his footsteps soundless against the damp stones.

      Prisoners moaned in agony, their hushed whipers of mercy and compassion falling on deaf ears. Aemond wasn't in the dungeons to pay attention to weeping prisoners. He was searching for her.

      For Eyva.

      He knew she was down here. He had watched her slink into the darkness, her face concealed with a thin shawl as she descended the winding staircase, a small torch held between her slender fingers.

      What reason little Eyva had for visiting the dungeons was beyond Aemond's understanding, but he would soon find out.

      He wove through the corridors without a torch, relying on his memories of the layout as he searched for his half-sister's most favored lady-in-waiting. How a lowborn bastard with no family ties and a past shrouded with mystery came to be a princess's lady-in-waiting was utterly baffling.

      Of course, Aemond wasn't well versed in the selection process of a lady's handmaidens, but he knew enough to know that a girl like Eyva should have never been chosen. And yet she was.

      His brows furrowed as he slipped into the chaos of his thoughts. Eyva was a mystery. She came from nowhere and yet it was as if she was everywhere. Ever since her arrival to the Keep with his sister and nephews, she was always there. Lurking around corners, trailing Aemond down the corridors but disappearing into the darkness when he turned around to confront her.

       She was keeping tabs on him. He didn't like to be spied on, but even more so, he didn't like to be beat. She was quick, intelligent, and thus far, she had successfully avoided encountering Aemond.

      His eye widened as he came upon a crossroads, the flickering torchlight at the end of the corridor to the right catching his attention and dragging him from his tumultuous thoughts. Eyva’s foosteps were nonexistent, but Aemond knew that it was her.

      With a huff, he floated down the corridor, careful to remain as silent as possible as he trailed the bobbing torchlight. He rounded a corner, his breath hitching in his throat when he spotted Eyva peering around a corner, her torch extended far ahead as she inspected whatever was on the other side of the hallway.

     Aemond crept forward, his breath caught in his lungs as he got closer and closer. The scent of her parfume flooding Aemond's nostrils. If she was going to slink around the castle and spy on his family, she ought to do so in a more subtle manner.

      The floral scent flooded his nostrils as he reached out and curled his hands around her biceps, yanking her away from the corner. His hand clamped around her jaw, muffling her frightened yelp as he slammed her into the wall, both of her wrists trapped beneath one of his hands. The torch tumbled to the ground, casting a garish, flickering shadow over their faces as they glared at each other.

     He pinned her wrists to her stomach as she struggled, her gaze filling with a hatred so potent that it darkened her green eyes until they were almost black.

     "My, my," Aemond purred, his smirk sharp as he crushed Eyva against the stone, pinning her struggling body to the wall with such ease that he almost laughed. "What have we here?" His head cocked as his eye roved over her features, taking in her changed appearance.

      Oh, how she had grown...

      "A little vixen slinking in places she ought not to be," he hummed. He let out a slow chuckle when Eyva growled into his hand, though the laugh quickly morphed into a hiss when she widened her jaw and wrapped her teeth around his palm, biting down with as much force as she could muster.

      With a curse, Aemond yanked his hand out of her mouth, the hot sensation of tearing flesh ripping up his arm as Eyva attempted to escape. With a growl, he snatched her shoulders and slammed her into the wall again, this time, his hands pinning both of her wrists above her head.

      "Let go of me!" she snarled, her voice gnarled and aged. 

      Aemond eyed his bleeding hand before his gaze shifted to the blood that coated Eyva’s lower lip. "You bit me."

      She smirked. "I'll do far worse if you don't unhand me right now, Aemond."

      He huffed out a laugh. "Tell me what you're doing and I'll considering releasing you." Eyva’s eyes narrowed as she struggled again, but it was just too easy for Aemond to keep her trapped. "Or perhaps you'd prefer a stay in one of the many cells you were investigating"

      Eyva’s cheeks reddened from the effort she was exuding in her attempts to escape. "You wouldn't dare," she hissed, her chin lifting defiantly when Aemond lowered his head. "Princess Rhaenyra wouldn't allow my imprisonment."

      Aemond clicked his tongue as he considered Eyva’s words. "True, but my sister cannot always get what she wants." He tightened his grip on her wrists, smirking when she hissed in pain. "Tell me what you're doing and you won't have to visit a cell."

      Eyva’s jaw tightened as she glared up at Aemond. She stopped struggling, her chest heaving with breaths, but she did not appear to be willing to share her information with Aemond. Stubborn, he thought to himself as his eye wandered.

      She wore typical handmaiden attire, but even with the unflattering red and cream gown, Aemond could still see the subtle curves of her body. His gaze roved across her waist and down her hips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his gaze shifted up and over the swell of her breasts.

      "My eyes are up here," she growled, and when Aemond's gaze returned to her face, he was amused to see how red her cheeks had become.

       "How you've grown," he purred. "How long has it been, Eyva? Six years?"

      She huffed out a breath as Aemond slowly loosened his grip on her wrists, allowing her arms to fall slightly. "I wish it were longer,” she sighed. “I see you haven't changed.” Her jaw tightened as she continued to try and pull her wrists from Aemond's grip. He wasn't stupid. He knew Eyva had absolutely no problem with striking him despite his superior status.

      She was fierce and he learned a long time ago to never underestimate a fox. He still felt the ache on the left side of his face when he thought of that night, his eye drifting to the scar that curved around Eyva’s own cheekbone.

      "You have,” she exhaled sharply as she met Aemond's gaze, her eyes shifting to his scar. He tried to ignore the way her lips curled in satisfaction, but he couldn't tame the burning anger that twisted his gut.

      "Still hiding it, are you?" she mused, her lips tugging into a lazy smile as she leaned closer to his face. "Have you told anyone the truth?" Her voice was breathy, her tone dipping as she brushed the tip of her nose against Aemond's. "Does anyone know that it was a bastard girl who stole your precious eye?"

     Aemond cracked the back of his hand across Eyva’s face before he could stop himself. She gasped, her hands rising to cup her cheek, but it wasn't long before she devolved into a fit of hysterical laughter.

      Aemond glared at the girl, his cheeks burning hot with indignified rage. "Oh, Aemond," she tutted, her laughs still echoing throughout the corridor, "you ought to get a grip on that temper. It is not comely for a prince to strike a lady."

      “You are not a lady,” he hissed as he leered in her face, earning a delighted grin from Eyva. What an insufferable brat. He flexed the hand he had struck her with and made the mistake of looking away, his jaw cinching as Eyva continued to taunt him. But admist her teasing, she broke out into a run, startling Aemond as she suddenly darted down the hallway. He didn't hesitate to launch himself after her, and though she was swift, Aemond had the advantage.

     He reached her within a few seconds, his hands digging into her shoulders as he slammed her chest into the wall, pinning her to the damp stone with ease. “Not so fast, lanty,” he hissed into her ear as he pressed his body against hers, trapping her wriggling body.

      Evya snarled she uttered a string of foul curses that surprised even Aemond, but after a moment, she suddenly stilled. Aemond kept his hands wrapped firmly around her wrists, pinning them to her lower back as he cautiously watched the side of her face. Her chest rose and fell with laboured breaths, but she said nothing.

      And then she ground her rear against Aemond.

      He jerked in surprise, his grip slackening just slightly, but not enough for Eyva to break free. He thought, perhaps, that it was an accident, until she did it again. But this time, harder.

      He grunted, his jaw tightening as she rolled her hips, her rear grinding deliciously against his groin. "Stop that," he breathed, his brows furrowing in confusion. Eyva turned her head, her cheek resting against the stone as she peered at Aemond out of the corner of her eye.

      She didn't say anything, she only rolled her hips. With each grind, Aemond's cock twitched, a fire igniting in his abdomen. Her rear was so perfectly rounded, her flesh moulding against Aemond's groin as if she were made for him. 

      He let out a sharp breath when she pressed against him even harder, his cock straining against the confines of his leather trousers. "What are you doing, Eyva?"

      She smirked. "Nothing," she mused with a rather innocuous tone, her eye wide with innocence.

      She ground again, and this time, Aemond pressed into her, his cock digging into her soft flesh as he pressed her hips against the stone. "Careful," he whispered into her ear, his lips dragging along the curve of her cartilage. "You don't know what you're doing, Eyva."

      She said nothing for a moment, as if she was contemplating Aemond’s words. Slowly, she slid her tongue across her lips, her pupils dilating as she stared at the floor. "Don't I?"

      His eye fluttered shut as she rolled her arse against him, a wave of pleasure rolling through his body. Aemond dared to release one of Eyva’s wrists, his hand snaking around her abdomen and in between her thighs, seemingly to her surprise, as she sucked in a sharp breath when he curled his fingers against her cunt.

      Even through the fabric of her dress, Aemond could feel how hot she was. "Do not tempt me, fox. I am not like the dear princes you serve, so chivalrous and proper." He slid his lips along the curve of her neck as he inhaled deeply, her scent flooding his nostrils and imprinting itself on his brain.

      Eyva gulped as Aemond curled his fist in the fabric of her dress and began pulling it up. "Maybe I don't want chivlary and propriety," she breathed. Aemond froze, his eye opening. He wasn't even pinning Eyva down anymore, but she wasn't trying to run.

      He pressed a kiss into her shoulder as he continued to bunch up her dress, revealing more and more of her slender legs with each curl of his fingers. "Is this why you're down here?" he murmured as he slid his hand around the curve of her thigh, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "To lure me into a dark, private place?”

      Eyva huffed out a laugh that quickly turned into a gasp when Aemond teased his finger at her cunt. He almost groaned when he felt how wet she was. She didn't say a word as Aemond slid his finger into her, sliding along her wetness until he found that spot that nearly brought Eyva to her knees.

      Her legs opened further as he pressed his finger into her clit, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he began to teasingly slide his finger back and forth. She trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her forehead to the stone. Aemond was holding onto her hip now, his cock still pressed firmly against her rear as he lazily stroked her clit.

      "Is this what you wanted, lanty? Hmm?" His chest rumbled with his hum. "Do you want me to fuck you against this wall?" He pressed harder against her clit, earning a whimper from Eyva before he resumed his lazy circling. When she didn't respond, his finger stilled. "I asked you a question, Eyva."

      Her eyes cracked open, her lips parting as if to speak, but when she met his gaze, she smirked instead. Aemond's eye narrowed, his smile morphing into a frown. "Such a brat," he breathed as he withdrew his hand from her cunt, his middle finger glistening. "You don't deserve my cock."

     Eyva held eye contact as she rolled her hips against his, her hands fisting in her dress as she straightened her back until it was flush with Aemond's chest. "And are you worthy of my cunt?" she breathed with another grind, her head falling onto Aemond's shoulder as she pleasured him with nothing but the curve of her arse. "Do you think that I'd ever give you what you want?"

      Aemond curled his hands around her waist as he shoved her back into the wall, eliciting a gasp from her. "Do you think you have a choice?"

      Eyva’s eyes met his, her lips parting as Aemond gently massaged her rear. Something glimmered in her eyes as she held his stare, her throat bobbing with a heavy swallow. He was not toying with Evya. He was not going to let her leave this dungeon until he had his way with her.

      "I suppose you want me to beg for it?" she mused as she slowly turned around in his grip, her hands still bunched in her gown. Aemond stepped forward until he had her trapped between his outstretched arms.

      "You know me so well," he purred with a gentle brush of his lips across her scarred cheek.

      Eyva smiled and something flipped in Aemond's stomach. "I will never beg before you, Aemond."

      His hands found the curve of her neck as he closed the gap between their bodies, his lips hovering just inches away from hers. "You will," he hummed. Eyva stifled a gasp when Aemond crashed his lips onto hers, his hands curling around the back of her neck as he pulled her closer and closer.

      It took only a moment for the shock to wear off and for Eyva’s hands to begin wandering around his body, her lips parting for his as he swiped his tongue into her mouth. She was so eager, her body pressed tightly against his as she slipped her hands beneath his tunic and raked her nails down his back.

      He broke the kiss with a hiss, his teeth bared as Eyva grinned up at him through hooded eyes, her pink lips glistening with their shared saliva. She wanted this, he realized as he stared down at her. Her pupils were so vastly dilated that their darkness swallowed the emerald color of her irises, and when his muscles tensed to pull away, her fingers curled into his flesh, pulling him back against her body.

      She would never admit it, and neither would Aemond, but they both wanted this. No- they needed it.

      Aemond crashed his lips back onto Eyva’s, her taste filling his mouth as he roughly yanked her dress around her waist, his fingers sliding across her wet cunt. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers fervently loosening his trousers.

      It wasn't long before his cock was freed and he had Eyva’s left leg lifted, her thigh pressed against the wall as he lined up with her entrance. He didn't dare break the kiss as he slowly pushed in, his entire body shivering as hot pleasure coursed through his veins.

      She whimpered as he stretched her wide, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "So tight," he grunted against her lips, his eye screwed shut. Eyva whimpered in response, her head falling against the stone wall as Aemond continued to push in, his teeth bared. He stopped when he was about halfway in, his eye cracking open.

       He drank in the sight before him: Eyva’s legs spread wide for him, her cunt wrapped tightly around him, her lips parted as she braced herself against the wall. After a moment, her eyes opened and her full lips tugged into a pout. 

      As much as Aemond to see her beg, he couldn't take it any longer. With a grunt, he slammed into her, his cock sliding deep as his hips snapped against hers. Eyva yelped, her hands grasping Aemond's shoulders for support, her leg quivering.

      "F-Fuck you," she grunted, her teeth bared as she adjusted to Aemond's size. He smirked as he slowly pulled out and rammed back into her, eliciting yet another yelp from her lips.

      "With pleasure, darling."

       He didn't give Eyva the chance to respond. He began driving his hips into hers, filling her so perfectly with each harsh thrust that she didn't know what to say or do. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Aemond snapped his hips into her over and over and over again, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the walls around them.

      "O-Oh, fuck," Eyva breathed, her jaw hanging open as she struggled to maintain her balance. Aemond was practically holding her up, his muscles straining as he kept her perfectly positioned for him.

     She looked so delicious, spread so wide for him...

     "You like that?" he breathed as he nipped at her lower lip, his nails digging into the flesh of her thigh and hip. Eyva offered a meager nod, earning a harsher bite from Aemond. "I asked you a question," he growled, the force of his thrusts increasing as Eyva glared at him.

      "F-Fuck yo-ou," she repeated, her voice catching in her throat so many times that it took almost a full minute for her to utter the curse.

      Aemond huffed in irritation, sweat beading along his brow. With a grunt, he hooked his finger into the neckline of her dress and yanked, pulling it down just enough for her breasts to spill from their enclosure.

      Hot pleasure coursed through his veins as he took in the sight of her breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust into her needy little cunt. "So stubborn," he grunted, his other hand rising to pinch her hardened nipples.

      Eyva gasped, her grip on his shoulders tightening as Aemond continued to abuse her sensitive nipples with flicks and twists until they began to glow a soft red and tears brimmed in Eyva’s eyes. Aemond slowed his thrusts when he felt the way her walls began to tighten around him, pushing deep into her with an achingly slow deliberation. "Do you like this?" he repeated, his voice a mere rasp in his throat. Eyva’s jaw slackened as Aemond slid into her again, his own body trembling from the pleasure.

      "I bet you do," he whispered as he pressed a wet kiss to her jawline. "I bet you like to be fucked in dark corridors like the whore you are."

      Eyva grunted as she shoved Aemond away. His cock quickly slipped out of her and she just barely caught herself on wobbly legs as he stumbled back, his brows raised in surprise. "I am not a whore," she snarled, much to Aemond's amusement.

      He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around, his cock sliding back into her throbbing cunt with ease. "No?" he mused as he thrust into her, one hand holding onto the curve of her waist, the other wrapped around her full breast. Eyva tried to hide it, but Aemond heard her little moan when he rammed into her again. "You certainly aren't a lady, are you?" He thrusted again, eliciting a pathetic moan from her lips. "A lady wouldn't take my cock like this...so needy, so wet."

      He slid into her slowly, his eye fluttering shut as he threw his head back with a groan.

      "And what of you?" she panted between breaths, her hips rocking back against Aemond's, much to his surprise. He stilled, his eye cracking open to peer curiously at Eyva as she began fucking him herself.

      "Here you are, the proper, dutiful prince, your cock buried in a girl you claim to loathe." Her neck rolled back as she bounced against him, her arse rippling with each bounce. Aemond's lips parted as Eyva began toying with her breasts, her eyes locked on Aemond's, one hand planted against the wall for support as she continued to fuck him. "You're fucking the very girl who permanently disf-"

      He snatched Eyva’s throat, silencing her mid taunt, a wave of rage ripping through his chest. "Easy," he warned, his tongue swiping across his lower lip. Eyva didn't seem threatened by his anger. Rather, she seemed excited, and with a frown, Aemond realized what she was doing.

      She was goading him. Taunting him so that he would fuck her exactly how she wanted to be fucked. His eye widened. He was being used.

      Clever girl, he thought to himself as he tightened his grip on her throat, pulling her back until her shoulders touched his chest. Just this once he would give in to her antics.

      He began snapping his hips into hers with enough force that even he could hardly breathe. Eyva’s mouth opened in a wide 'o', her breathing ragged as Aemond choked her. He grunted as he gathered a wad of saliva in his mouth, Eyva’s eyes widening as Aemond spat directly into her mouth.

      He almost came on the spot when she rolled it around her tongue and swallowed, her gaze never leaving his.

      He would not cum first. He would absolutely ravage her body until she couldn't take it anymore, and only then would he cum. He forced the image of his seed splattered across Eyva’s eager face out of his mind as he let go of her throat and hooked his fingers into her mouth.

      "Gods," he groaned, his other hand digging into her hip as he drove into her. "Such a pretty sight." His voice was nothing but a rasp as he reached around her abdomen and pressed his finger to her clit. Eyva’s entire body jerked as a ragged moan ripped through her throat.

      "Yes," she whined, her nails raking down the stone wall as Aemond began to mercilessly roll his finger across her clit, matching the speed of his wild thrusts. "Fuck-gods-yes!"

      It was as if she couldn't decide what she wanted to say. Her words tumbled from her lips with increased fervor. Aemond, spurred by the moans that were now rolling unashamedly from Eyva’s lips, reached up and yanked the bonnet from her head, desiring to curl his fingers in her locks and yank her head back so that he could see the look on her face as he fucked her raw.

       He stared at the sea of her long black hair, his fist balling in her beautiful curls. With a decisive yank, Evya’s head was thrown back, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as Aemond drove into her over and over again.

      Her walls tightened deliciously around his cock, her moans coming in short pants as her knees trembled and buckled. She was close, but Aemond was not quite finished with her yet. He stopped, his cock buried deep in her quivering cunt. Evya’s eyes flew up, her full lips tugging into a pout as Aemond slowly eased his grip on her hair.

      "Do you want to cum?" he braethed as he slowly pulled out and pushed back into her, his lips tugging into a smirk when she trembled. Eyva choked on a moan, but she said nothing. Aemond’s eye was drawn to the way her hand began to sneak between her legs. He snatched her wrist before she could touch herself, twisting her arm behind her back as he slowly thrusted into her again. "Answer me, little fox. You know I can give you what you want."

      Evya whimpered, her jaw tightening as Aemond continued to tease her. She remained silent for a moment longer, her desire to remain a stubborn little brat almost outweighing her desire to experience the pleasure she knew Aemond was capable of bestowing upon her.

      His gaze darted back to her hair as she finally cracked. "Yes," she breathed.

      Aemond's finger stilled inside of her. "Yes, what?" 

      Eyva opened her eyes, her humiliation at finally being worn down evident in her gaze, but even then, she relented. "Yes, please, Aemond. P-Please let me cum."

      He needed to hear nothing more. With a pleased sigh, he flipped her around again, his cock sliding into her cunt with enough force to make her cry out as he wrapped her silver and black locks around his fist and yanked.

      Eyva cursed, but her words quickly gave way to utter nonsense as Aemond began fucking her at an absolutely relentless pace. Aemond never wanted this to end... He wanted to see Eyva sprawled out on every surface of the castle, her needy little cunt wrapped around his cock as he fucked her in a way only he could.

      "Fucking whore," he growled, his hand coming down hard on Eyva’s arse, his fingers digging into her reddened flesh as he watched himself pummel her. He slid in and out so easily. She was practically dripping for him. "Godsdamn slut." He spat on her rear before he slapped her again, the sound of her moans driving him closer and closer to the edge.

      "Beg for it," he snarled as he reached for her breast again, his fingers roughly pinching her peaked nipple. Eyva cried out, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she wept with pleasure. Aemond slapped her tit, the force of it causing her to jerk in pain. "I said beg for it, you lying whore."

      Eyva twitched violently as she began mumbling incoherent nonsense, but the moment Aemond slapped her rear for the third time, she finally obeyed. "Please!" she cried with a rough sob, her hands bracing herself on the wall. "P-Please let me cum, Aemond, gods, I c-can't t-take it any-anymore!"

      Aemond was rapidly nearing the edge himself, but he needed to hear one thing before he tumbled over it. "Admit it," he panted.

      Eyva whimpered. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear and there was absolutely nothing she could do but give it to him.

      Her voice was small and wobbly as she finally uttered the truth. "Y-Yes,” she breathed. "I-I knew that you-that you were watching me.” Her voice was shrill, her tits bouncing beautifully as Aemond mercilessly rammed into her. “I kn-I knew that you’d-fuck!" Aemond slapped her arse again, prompting her to continue. "I knew that you’d follow me and, gods, yes, I wanted to fuck you!"

      Aemond grinned, satisfaction filling his chest with warmth. “I wanted to fuck you the moment I stepped out of the carriage and saw you in the courtyard.”

      “Good girl,” he praised as he slid his hand around her thigh and pressed his finger to her clit. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Evya looked like she wanted to curse at Aemond, but he began to rapidly circle his finger around her clit before she could. It wasn't long before the sheer overstimulation climaxed into an orgasm. Eyva screamed, her cunt spasming so ferociously that Aemond had to rip out of her before he spilled his seed into her womb. She collapsed onto her hands and knees and the moment Aemond saw the way her cunt was spasming, he came.

      He dropped onto his knees, his fists curling in Eyva’s hair as he yanked her head back and came onto her face. She gasped, her eyes rolled far into the back of her head as her orgasm continued, her moans so unashamedly loud that Aemond had no choice but to join her.

      The chorus of their moans echoed in the corridor as Aemond rapidly pumped his hand up and down his cock, spilling every last bit of his cum directly onto Eyva’s face. Her mouth opened, catching his seed in her mouth as she slowly came down from her high. 

      He had never fucked anyone so relentlessly before. Every muscle in his body burned, his joints aching as he collapsed. His throat was burning as he stared at Eyva, who was slumped on the ground, her hair spilled around her head.

      With a trembling hand, Aemond reached out and curled a lock of her inky hair around his finger. "I-I never thought I'd say this," he rasped as Eyva rolled onto her back to peer up at him, her face still painted with his sticky seed, "but gods y-you are amazing."

     Satisfaction swam Eyva’s green eyes. Lazily, she swiped his seed onto her thumb and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Aemond's face as she savored his taste. If he wasn't so worn out, he would have climbed onto her and taken her right then and there.

      All she offered in response to his comment was a cocky, "I know."

     Aemond couldn't even say anything in response. He wanted to know more about her hair, about the mystery of her silver locks, but he simply did not have the energy to press right now. He needed a bath and a long, long night's rest. And so, it seemed, did Eyva.

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Anti-Hero

gif for @/celestiels on wp!

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Blood Dynasty graphics pt2!

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Blood Dynasty graphics pt1!

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Rara Avis gif set

Rara Avis (@/llxcifers)

It’s 1 am and I got bored so I decided to make some more gifs for your fic 🥰 I hope you like them!! I absolutely LOVED that quote from the intro so I thought I’d incorporate it <3

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Rara Avis (Izabela) 

This gif was made by ME and is for Izabela (@/llxcifers) only! Do not repost without permission!!

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12 Days of Gifmas!

Day 4, December 16th: Your OC in Another Universe/Fandom

ASTRID EIRA in A Song of Ice and Fire

So, I struggled to figure out who I would want Astrid to be in the ASOIAF universe, so I ended up deciding to show all of the possibilities! Astrid Eira is my super-powered anti-hero OC from my MCU series, The Woes of Heroes. In it, she is the love interest of Loki Laufeyson and is a supervillain turned anti-hero. She has various psionic powers, as well as snake-like physiology and the ability to produce deadly venom, hence the green aesthetic and the sigil and words of the made up “House Eira.”

Her faceclaim is Kathryn Winnick, and given how she looks, there are many possible characters Astrid could be in the ASOIAF universe. Here are the ones I chose and a little blurb about the OC:

Game of Thrones:

Lady Astrid Eira, Lady of House Eira in the North. - Lady Astrid Eira is a fierce woman and even fiercer warrior. Heiress to the great House Eira, she is a very close ally of House Stark. Lady Astrid has always and will always defend the North and fight for freedom and liberation from the rule of whoever sits upon the Iron Throne. She is merciless and will uphold the laws of the North as well as honor the Old Gods. She takes no shit from anyone and will not hesitate to kill someone if they disrespect or threaten her. She has a very fierce reputation. The sigil of House Eira is a dark green serpent on a field of black, and the house words are “Strike with Venom.”  - Initially, Lady Astrid was betrothed to Lord Robb Stark, but her betrothed betrayed her and Lord Frey to marry Talisa. Astrid mourned his death and took over his campaign against the King after his murder. As the war rages on, Lady Astrid traveled to the Wall in order to seek possible aid from Jon Snow. During her time at the Wall, she falls in love with Jon and is exposed to the truth of what lies beyond the Wall. When Jon is declared King in the North, Astrid is very bitter about this, as she was the one who avenged Robb’s death and has been leading the war efforts against anyone who dared to threaten the North. This creates a rift between the two. - Astrid travels with Jon to meet Queen Daenerys when she arrives in Westeros and refuses to bend the knee to the queen. She ultimately loses her life at the hands of Daenerys for refusing to submit, but even as she faces certain death in the throat of a dragon, she remains strong and utters her house words before she is lit.

Princess Rhaenyra II Targaryen, sister to Queen Daenerys, Prince Rhaegar, and Prince Viserys, and daughter to King Aerys and Queen Rhaella Targaryen. - Princess Rhaenyra was nothing like her sister, who was kind and compassionate. Rhaenrya was favored by Viserys for her willingness to do whatever it took to secure their birthright back in Westeros, which is why it is ultimately Daenerys who is sold to Khal Drogo, as Viserys intends to save Rhaenyra for a more suitable husband/alliance. Rhaenyra is horrified and very bitter when Daenerys allows her husband to kill Viserys and parts from her sister after the murder. Unable to survive on her own, she reluctantly returns to Daenerys only after the death of her husband and birth of her three dragons. Rhaenrya is motivated by the return of dragons and attempts to hatch her own dragon egg, which she was gifted at her sister’s wedding. After a year of trying, she finally manages to hatch the egg. - Rhaenyra finally hatches her dragon and names her Syraxes, after her namesake’s, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, golden she-dragon, Syrax. Syraxes is a pure white dragon with silver accents and pale blue eyes. She grows at the same rate as Dragon because she too fled from captivity when Rhaegal and Viserion were caged. Syraxes remains alive throughout the series. - After seeing how her sister is growing into a stronger, more hardened ruler, Rhaenyra pledges her support to her sister’s campaign and becomes her right-hand woman. Throughout the series, Rhaenyra pushed Daenerys to make tough, violent decisions to squash her opponents and remain victorious. Rhaenyra and Syraxes are crucial in Daenerys’s efforts to liberate and conquer Essos, as well as conquer King’s Landing. After the death of Rhaegal and Viserion, Syraxes and Drogon are the only two dragons left and together, they lay various clutches of eggs. Syraxes is crucial in the destruction of King’s Landing. - Daenerys’s murder destroys Rhaenyra, who ascends the throne and executes Jon Snow for his treason. Now claiming two dragons as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Rhaenyra forces the North to surrender and conquers all of Westeros, easily squashing any attempts at rebellion. She is a tough but respected queen.

House of The Dragon:

Princess Visenya II Targaryen, sister to Queen Rhaenyra, twin to Prince Baelon, and daughter to King Viserys I and Queen Aemma. - Princess Visenya was the last surviving child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma. She is a lot like her sister, except she is far more volatile and commanding. She doesn’t allow anyone to talk poorly of Rhaenyra, especially after the birth of her 3 bastard children, and she is especially cold to the Hightower-Targaryens. Visenya loathes her uncle Daemon and fractures her relationship with her sister after Rhaenyra secretly wed Daemon and didn’t invite Visenya. - When Aegon usurps the throne, Visenya agrees with Daemon that they need to kill Alicent and her children and take back what is theirs. She believes that Rhaenyra is far too passive. After the death of Lucerys, Visenya goads Rhaenyra with vengeful thoughts and spurs her sister to act violently and mercilessly.  - Visenya’s dragon egg never hatched after her birth, which many people viewed as a result of the death that had surrounded her from the moment she was born. Around the age of seventeen, Visenya claimed the wild dragon The Cannibal as her own. This was the same year that her twelve year old nephew claimed Vhagar. The two bonded over their achievements, which King Viserys saw as a sign from the gods that they were intended for each other. Initially, Visenya hated being betrothed to her nephew, for she loathed Alicent and her entire family. For several years, she refused to acknowledge the betrothal and it wasn’t until Viserys died that Visenya reunited with her betrothed and was forced to wed him. After the wedding, Visenya eventually did fall deeply in love with Aemond and produced three heirs during the Dance of the Dragons. Aemond was the only Green that Visenya couldn’t bring herself to harm, as she loved him dearly. She and Aemond were perfectly matched for one another and died together in the battle, leaving behind only one surviving heir.

Based on Astrid’s personality, she would obviously be the most similar to Lady Astrid Eira in GoT, however, I think that exploring other OC possibilities while keeping true to Astrid’s personality was pretty fun :) Kathryn Winnick works really well as a Targaryen faceclaim or as a woman from a Northern house faceclaim! Some of her other gifs can work really well for a Lannister fc too, but I opted not to venture down that route.

As always, this wonderful idea is credited to @vividparacosm​ and @timotheechalamats​!!!

#giffingalltheway #12daysofgifmas2022 #ASoIaF #A Song of Ice and Fire #game of thrones #got #hotd #house of the dragon #targaryen #house targaryen #stark #house stark #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #robb stark #george rr martin #dragons #photoshop #newtaholic

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12 Days of Gifmas

Day 3, December 15th: A Story Idea You Love

A Dance of Death, a song of ice and fire

So, this is my A Song of Ice and Fire series that I created a while back! There are two separate timelines with several characters invovled. The first part of the series occurs during House of the Dragon in my fic, "Blood Dynasty," and the second part of the series occurs during all eight seasons of Game of Thrones! Everything in this series is purely based off the TV show adaptations!

I made the 4 name banners for my GoT OCs months and months ago, and I’m not sure when I’ll ever get around to republishing my Game of Thrones fics, but right now, Blood Dynasty is in full swing and is being updated daily!!

My OC's are as follows:

House of the Dragon

- Alysanne Lannister (Blood Dynasty) - Aenora Targaryen (Blood Dynasty)

A Game of Thrones

-Lyanna Baratheon (Metanoia) - Elyse Stark (Lions, Wolves, and Dragons, Oh My!) - Reina Stark (Lions, Wolves, and Dragons, Oh My!) - Aelinor Targaryen (A Dance of Death)

Their pairings:

- Alysanne Lannister x Aemond Targaryen - Alysanne Lannister x Jacaerys Velaryon - Aenora Targaryen x Lucerys Velaryon - Lyanna Baratheon x Jon Snow - Elyse Stark x Jaime Lannister - Reina Stark x Daenerys Targaryen

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12 Days of Gifmas!

Day 2, December 14th: A story idea you'll never write.

Angels and Demons, supernatural

Ivory Colt and Sam Winchester / Lake Colt and Dean Winchester

Day 2 of 12 Days of Gifmas, courtesy of the lovey @vividparacosm and @timotheechalamats! This is a story idea that I love dearly but don't have any motivation or intention to ever write, unfortunately.

Here's the synopsis:

Hunter twins Ivory and Lake Colt bump into the infamous Winchesters while investigating the strange deaths of their estranged parents. Unlike most hunters, the Colt twins were born with extraordinary powers. Ivory was born with the ability to enter anybody's mind with a simple touch of her finger. Lake was born with inhuman strength, speed, and stamina. Linked telepathically, Lake and Ivory are always together and are always able to communicate with each other. Until one day, Lake suddenly disappears and their mental link is closed. Teaming up with the Winchester brothers, Ivory must solve her biggest mystery yet: where did their powers come from, and who is hunting her family?

I love this concept and the plot, but I don't think I'll ever actually get around to writing it.

The pairings are Sam x Ivory, and Dean x Lake (brief).

Spoiler Alert: Lake and Ivory are nephilims, so they have touches of angelic powers, but rather than having one full-powered nephilim, their powers were divided when their embryos divided in the womb.

#giffingalltheway #gifmas2022 #merrygifmas2022 #supernatural #samwinchester #sam #winchester #dean winchester #dean #demons #angels #monsters #hunters #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #vividparacosm #timotheechalamats #newtaholic

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12 Days of Gifmas!

Day 1, December 13th: An Upcoming Story Idea

All For You, Druig

Themeria "Light Bringer" and Druig "Controller of Minds"

This story is one I created last year when Eternals came out, but never got around to posting. My OC, Themeria, is an Eternal with the power to generate shields and to generate light! I'm a day behind, but here's Day 1 of 12 Days of Gifmas, courtesy of the lovey @vividparacosm and @timotheechalamats! I participated in this like two years ago I think and I'm so excited to participate again!

#gifmas #giffingalltheway #eternals #druig #marvel #12daysofgifmas2022 #shadow and bone #alina starkov #jessie mei li #barry keoghan #makkari #vividparacosm #timotheechalamats #newtaholic

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12 Days of GIFmas!

@timotheechalamats and @vividparacosm invite you to participate in 12 Days of GIFmas where OC and graphic content creators can share their ideas and characters with one another. Creators are free to do whatever they would like with these prompts – just be sure to tag us in your creations! Have fun and enjoy the holidays! Use the tag #giffingalltheway to share your creations with us and others! 

Day 1, December 13th – An upcoming story idea. 

Day 2, December 14th – A story idea you’ll never write. 

Day 3, December 15th – A story idea you love. 

Day 4, December 16th – Your OC in another universe/fandom.

Day 5, December 17th – Your OC + their relationships.

Day 6, December 18th – Your OC + a quote that describes them. 

Day 7, December 19th – Your OC + their love interest + a quote that describes them.

Day 8, December 20th – Your OC + favorite lines. 

Day 9, December 21st – Your OC + their character profile. 

Day 10, December 22nd – A gifset of your favorite couple. 

Day 11, December 23rd – Your OC + their favorite color. 

Day 12, December 24th – Your OC(s) + representation.

Happy holidays to your are yours! We’re excited to see your creations! 

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Aemond Targaryen + his very pretty and very flowy hair ✨😌

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Aemond Targaryen + little things that make me feel like I need to be tranquilized.

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Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court, half-High Fae, half-Illyrian warrior.

Odessa, daughter to Thesan, High Lord of the Dawn Court, half-Peregryn warrior, Half-High Fae.

Decades before the arrival of Amarantha to Prythian, decades before High Lord Rhysand met his match in human-turned-fae, Feyre Archeron, there was a girl born of spite and fury that caught the eye of the deadly High Lord.

Blessed with inexplicable gifts, Odessa, the only child of the High Lord of the Dawn Court lived her life in ignorance and trained daily as a warrior in the infamous legion of Peregryn warriors that protected the Dawn Court. Unbeknownst to the young Fae, she was the only child of the High Lord of her court, and thanks to the powerful blood that coursed through her veins, Odessa was granted powers far beyond what of any daughter of a High Lord had ever received. Her powers were rare and deadly, and Thesan had no chance of ever teaching his daughter to master the manipulative, shadowy gift she had been granted. The only person he could trust was the very Lord all of Prythian feared, for no one could guess his true motives.

High Lord Rhysand of the Night Court was a deadly force no Fae or mortal would ever dare to cross. His reputation struck fear into even the most volatile Fae, and Odessa was no exception. Unfortunately for her, the only Fae alive capable of teaching her how to harness the deadly but valuable gifts she had was the very Fae she feared most. But upon meeting the mysterious High Lord, Odessa began to question the mysterious myths that surrounded him and his home of supposed terrors. How could a man so dedicated to his people be so villanized by the rest of his realm? Young and naive, Odessa finds herself caught up in the deadly, confusing politics of the Fae world, as well as her own feelings for a man she could never hope to understand. So what happens when enemies arrive on Prythian’s shores and change the course of history forever? Will Odessa be able to master her skills and save her people, or will she too fall victim to the slick charm and masked deadliness of a woman who sought to destroy anyone who got in her way?

He was everything Odessa loathed: cocky, manipulative, and dangerous.

She was everything Rhysand craved: independent, fierce, and powerful.

Here’s a little sneak peak into my upcoming Rhysand fic, The Curse of Eternity. It is set before Amarantha arrives on Prythian, so I’m not erasing Feyre! She just hasn’t happened yet. Also, there is virtually no information online about the Peregryn species of Fae, so I’m taking a lot of creative liberty with them!

Odessa’s character design is slightly based on Laena Velaryon from HoTD! She has dark brown skin with white hair, a pair of white, feather wings, pointed ears, and golden eyes. She will often be seen in golden attire, as she is a well trained warrior from the Dawn Court. Her hair style and color will change several times, though, so all of the photos in the collages above do represent how I picture her to look as she changes!

I’m so so so excited for this fic now that I’ve started diving back into ACOTAR! I’m not sure when I’ll formally publish it, but I wanted to go ahead and give a sneak peak of what’s to come!! It will be exclusively published on my Wattpad account, @/newtaholic!

(Also, note: the collages above are made by me! However, the photos were taken from Pinterest. I do not claim ownership of any of the used photos. All rights reserved to the owners!)

#acotar #acomaf #sjm books #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #feyre acotar #illyrian #bat wings #angel wings #angel devil #enemies to friends to lovers #smutty #fierce #laena targaryen #night court #dawn court #prythian #amarantha #newtaholic #peregryn #seraphim #wattpad #fanfic #fan fiction #acotarfanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar fandom #rhysand fanfic

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me currently plotting the second, possibly book in one of my series even though i haven’t even written the first one 😊

do you ever get to thinking about a plot point in a fic you wanna write, and you’re just consumed with “oh man this is gonna be SO GOOD” but you have like… 150k words to write before you even get there