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heyy I have a request!! so I really loved reading bite my tongue! it was great!!! it gave me kinda teenage vibes yk? party, sex and just fun. could u write a rindou x reader smut? yk 18 y/o RI doi with his 16 y/o gf? would that work? tell me if not. so I imagined that the reader has it's first te with rindou on rans house party (tenjiku or kantou manji time-line)!!! it would make my day?!! love u <33 !!!
Hello! Sorry it took so long to respond. Unfortunately, I cannot write minor content, though I know some countries consider 16 to be an adult. I will age the reader up to be 18. 
WARNINGS: alcohol, smut, virgin reader, unprotected sex, sex, f!oral. oh he's is so soft, i really do love him. IT IS CANNON THAT HE IS VERY SWEET/NICE. (pazuribe shibuya event confirmed lol)
They know you love him - one shot - request.
Having a super popular boyfriend makes it difficult to escape the scathing questions that people ask. How good is he in bed? What's he like in bed? Is it big? How long does he last? It was rather annoying and intrusive. Either way you couldn't give them an answer. Regardless of Rindou’s reputation, he was quite the nice guy - unlike the elder Haitani, Rindou was gentle. You’ve yet to lay with him, or better yet, you have yet to lay with anyone. 
Tonight you were going to face those questions again as the Haitani’s were throwing a house party. Of course Tenjiku members were going to be there and you expected quite the crowd. Not to mention the amount of females who were going to be like vultures and circling around your boyfriend. 
“Shion and I will be buying the booze - do you want anything in particular?” Ran asks you while you help Rindou set up the DJ booth and lights. “Hmm…what can your brother handle?” You say teasingly knowing that Rindou was within range. The hard smack of his lips made you both turn around and face Rindou - he was smirking. “I don’t know babe, I’ll have you crawling out of here - you can’t out drink me.” Challenging him for drinks was a mistake, but you had something up your sleeve. They’ve tried a lot of liquor before but you wanted to try something new. “Get me the Añejo Tequila, the one that’s in a twisted bottle and the cap looks like it was dipped in black wax.” You say mischievously. We’ll see who will be crawling by the end of the night. You think to yourself. 
After finally setting up everything, the first wave of people started to flow in. They brought booze and other things to the mix. Amongst them, the number of chicks slowly increased and began to circle around Tenjiku’s men. Before you knew it, the place was crowded and the music was blaring. Haitani parties were always like this - it was the talk of Roppongi. If you weren’t there, then you weren’t cool or important. Kakucho’s nervous smile always made you laugh, he’s the youngest out of all of them and from what you could see - he has zero experience with women. Shion had two girls on his lap and a third pouring booze in his mouth. Mochi and Mucho were in the crowd with their girlfriends. Izana was making conversation with the girls that were flocking around Kakucho, teasing him and also smooth talking to some of them. Ran, of course, had dozens of girls around him, each of them trying their hardest to snatch his attention with their skimpy outfits or pouty lips. 
That left you with Rindou behind the booth. You made your way back and forth between the booth and kitchen. Bringing him drinks and other things he needed. It went on for a few hours, but you never complained. While he was mixing music, he told you to go have fun, just don’t dance with any guys. As much as you liked their parties they threw, it was always hard to enjoy them when he was always behind the booth. “I want to dance with you.” You say in his ear but the crowd kept requesting songs and made it hard for him to leave the booth. “In a little bit. Gotta give the people what they want.” With that he went back to mixing. It made you feel rather ignored. Instead of protesting, you stepped down and went to the kitchen in search of some liquid courage. 
“Aw, did he blow you off?” One of the girls said as you poured yourself a drink. “gOtTa GiVe ThE pEoPlE wHaT tHeY wAnT.” You say mockingly and drink. They bursted into laughter, your friends knew the answer but they weren’t expecting you to mock him in such a childish way. “So…are you planning on getting your cherry popped tonight?” Someone asked. Their question made you giggle, there was no way, he was too busy and by the time the party's over - he always passes out. “The only thing that is going to get popped are my eardrums.” 
Throughout the night you drifted between the crowd and the kitchen, dancing and drinking. As much as you hated to admit it, he was a fucking great dj and played the best songs, sneaking in some of your favorites. Even though you felt as if Rindou wasn’t paying attention to you, his eyes followed you. Each sway of your hips had him mesmerized, he wondered if there was anyone stupid enough to lay a hand on you. Those who got a little close were met with an elbow pushing them away. You kept your distance and knew that Tenjiku’s men wouldn’t hesitate to start a fight. 
There was one song that he played that had people dancing close and sensual. The heat that radiated off of the crowd made you dizzy, they were close and personal. Some were beginning to make out with each other, others were leading each other out of the party or into the bathroom. Even your friends were slowly getting swallowed up by the sounds and their new boy toys. From the looks of it, you were the only one without a dance partner and it made you feel out of place. Yet the pheromones emanating off the crowd had you feeling more than just the effects of the alcohol. 
Everything looked like it was moving in slow motion with the flashing lights. “What's wrong? You look lost.” A familiar voice says right in your ear. Turning around you see the tall figure and signature braids. You chuckle and respond “The DJ needs a break.” You say with a smirk on your face. Ran wrapped his arms around your waist, gently pulling you in and moving to the music with you. He was close but not close enough to feel his heat. You were surprised, it wasn't like Ran to do something this bold with you - especially in front of Rindou. As long as he wasn't touchy with you, you shrugged and said what the hell. You needed a dance partner since your boyfriend was too busy to give you attention. This will surely bring him to her. Ran thinks to himself as he glances at Rindou, he is met with furrowed eyebrows and a glare so heavy that a chill runs down his spine. 
What followed was Ran spinning you around rather frequently while dancing so that almost the whole floor saw your lace panties. Tenjiku's single men, along with others, only titled their heads down a bit to get a better peek at you. The way you giggled and held on to Ran made it look like he was your boyfriend. “Izana… Isn't she Rindou's girlfriend?” Kakucho asks and gets worried about a fight breaking out. Izana laughed and continued to drink, “That's the point… she shouldn't be alone anyways - he's drawing Rindou in.” Ah, so that was the plan. He was doing you both a favor. 
After a few songs, Rindou still didn't come down from the DJ booth. “Ran, I need a break.” You pant and giggle as he continues to move you around. This man was seriously going to give you a workout. “Nuh-uh, you're my dance partner tonight. Besides, Rindou is still busy right?” Ran chuckles and pulls you in, he was close - a little too close. Oops… He thinks to himself when he feels your figure tightly against his. You quickly pulled away from him, this wasn’t an ok thing for him to do - even if you were close friends. Now he knew for sure that Rindou was going to stop the music, however the music continued without interruption. When Ran looked up at the booth he felt a slight sense of panic, Rindou was nowhere in sight. “Finally.” Izana says to Kakucho when he spots Rindou in the crowd. It took him a few minutes to come down from the booth, he needed to set up music so that he wouldn't have to go back up to the booth for a while. 
In the blink of an eye, Rindou was now standing in front of you - his face was calm, a little too calm. You knew all too well that he was seething on the inside. “Oh, little brother – don’t take my dance partner away…” Ran kept egging him on and you felt a sudden wave of worry when he placed his chin over your shoulder, he was too close to your face. “Ran, don’t tease him like that.” You say and pull away from him, you reach out for Rindou's hand in hopes that he isn't going to start a fight. Gently, he took your hand and pulled you away from the crowd - he was leading you somewhere. “Rin… Wait, where are we going?” You questioned him and struggled to keep up. 
Soon you were pushed through a door and the familiar space felt a little more threatening than welcoming. Strong arms spun you around and now you were facing your boyfriend. Those amethyst eyes were hazy and had a glint of jealousy in them. “It looks like I'm gonna have to claim you right here, right now so that they know you're mine.” His tone was low, his hands were snaking their way around your waist and the heat that radiated off of him was making your core throb. “Wait, Rin…your brother was only keeping me company.” You manage to say before he pushed you on the soft mattress. It didn’t matter, Ran was another man so of course he’d get jealous. The moment he got on top of you, you squeezed your eyes shut and prepared for the worst. 
The gentle kiss on your lips made you open your eyes, Rindou was smiling softly and chuckled. “Babe, I’m not gonna hurt you - I only wanted to take you away to spend time with you.” The sincerity in his voice made you feel warmth in your cheeks and butterflies in your belly. “You’re not mad?” You ask him carefully, you weren’t sure if he was tricking you. The tender kiss he placed on your lips answered your question. The sweet taste of liquor that danced between your tongues had you both panting and roaming your hands around each other. He was taking his time and slowly unbuttoning your shirt. The moment you felt his hand try to go between your legs, you stopped him. “What’s wrong darling?” Your hands were shaking, and your heart was pounding. You hid your face under his chin, you didn’t know how to tell him. 
He pulled away a bit to take a look at your face but you pulled him in and kept hiding your face. “Babe, hey - look at me. What’s wrong?” Rindou asked and managed to get you in front of his face. The worried look on your face made him feel bad for messing with you earlier. He asked you if you were mad at him for what he did or if you were frustrated with him for not paying attention to you during the party. You shook your head no and blushed even harder. “Rindou, I’ve never mentioned it before but I’ve never been touched by someone else nor slept with anyone before.” You whisper and bite your lip, you were expecting him to make fun of you or get turned off by your confession. Rindou snickered and cupped your face, his expression was loving and comforting. “You think I didn’t know? Baby, we’ve been together long enough for me to know you inside and out. Just for the record, I don’t care about that - whether or not you’ve done this before, you’re with me now and that’s all that matters.” Oh sweet baby cthulhu, this man was truly a prince, a king, a fierce god with a gentle soul. 
Looking into his eyes, you could feel a wave of relief wash over you. “A-Are you sure? I thought that-” You barely managed to say before a finger was placed on your lips to shush you. “I already told you, what matters is that you’re with me now. So…can I take care of you?” His words managed to make you let go of your nervousness and fear. With a soft nod, you allowed him to continue. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good. If at any point you want me to stop, just tell me, ok?” He whispered in your ear and began to trail kisses from your cheek to your jawline, and down to your neck. It was giving you goosebumps and making your body tremble beneath him. Soon his kisses trailed down to your chest, leaving open mouth kisses and unhooking your bra and latching on to your nipple. This was nothing like before, you and Rindou never really went beyond kissing, gentle touching over your clothes and dry humping - this was a whole new experience for you. 
You covered your mouth with your hand when you moaned a little too loud. However, Rindou moved your hand away and looked up at you with a devilish grin. “The music is loud enough to cover for us. I want to hear you say my name.” A chill ran down your spine, he was totally a different person. He was sweet and malicious at the same time. He went back to sucking on your nipple and rolling the other hardened bud in his fingers. You could feel the way his tongue licked and swirled your nipple, when he pulled away ever so slightly, he blew on to it. The cooling sensation had you arching your back and panting. Your hips were now rolling into the mattress and you felt your cunt ache - the slick was pooling between your legs. The sensation building up inside you felt like heaven and this was just foreplay. 
Soon his right hand was under your skirt, teasing your pantyline with his fingertips - you clenched in reflex. “Rindou…” You moan his name and feel your heart pounding against your chest, he was so close to touching your honeypot. Having you like this only made him fall for you even more. It was never his goal to take your innocence but he couldn't help having his pride swell up, he was going to pop your sweet cherry. He's heard stories before about how your first always leaves an imprint… he wanted to make sure you will always remember him. 
Once his hand went past that line, he slid a finger through your slit and groaned at how wet you were. “Fuck, darling…” He looked up at you with a mischievous smirk. “I need to taste you, can I do that baby?” He asks and starts to leave open mouth kisses down your chest and belly. Right before pulling your panties down, he looks back up at you and waits for your permission. Your face is dusted in pink and your eyes are hazy, biting your lip you nod a yes. “Use your words pretty girl…” Oh sweet baby Cthulhu… his tone was low and made something feral bloom inside you. This was different from before, he was making you needy and you loved it. “Rin… I want you to taste me.” You pant and grind your hips into his hand. He didn't waste any time and stripped you, those amethyst orbs drank in your bare figure - he basked at how beautiful you looked underneath him. 
Positioning himself between your thighs, he teased you with kisses, slowly getting closer and closer to your core. Your essence was dripping and he couldn't help but feel his member throb under their restraints. Your thighs trembled as he got closer, you could feel his breath fan your cunt and you clenched around nothing. Rindou's tongue took a long and slow swipe between your folds, tasting your honey for the first time had him feeling something he never knew existed. It was ecstasy or maybe even bliss to him. “Ngh… oh god, your tongue… it feels s'good!” You barely manage to say before he rips another moan out of you. Lithe fingers glided through your folds, two fingers prodded your entrance and you felt a jolt of electricity. 
The deeper his fingers went, the tighter you clenched and felt a throbbing sensation around your entrance. The mild stretch was to prepare you for what's to come. Your walls sucked his fingers in and it felt so different from your own hands - curse your small hands for not preparing you better. Once his fingers began to thrust slowly in and out, Rindou focused on your puffy clit and gently teased it with his tongue. There was a tingling sensation that was beginning to build up in the pit of your stomach - it was faint but you knew what it was. Knowing what could come next only made you drip even more. Now his whole hand was coated in your essence. 
“You're gonna take me so well baby…” He pants and continues to eat you out as if it were his last meal on earth. His blonde and blue silky strands were now tangled between your fingers. Rindou took his time, thrusting in his fingers sensually to the point where you were begging him to go a little faster. His lips curled into a smile when he felt you grind your hips into him. He was building up your orgasm little by little, giving your body so much love and affection that you didn't know what to even think anymore. All you knew at this point was that you wanted to feel him, feel his cock between your legs and you wanted him to cum inside you. To feel that close to somebody, to feel that close to him - it was all you wanted. 
He could feel how your thighs were beginning to tremble, you were close and as much as he wanted to see you come undone - he stopped. Rindou wanted you to cum on his cock, he wanted to see your pretty face from up top when you hit that perfect O. Pouting and whimpering, you take a moment to catch your breath and ask him why he stopped. “Rindou… I was so close…” The chill that ran down your spine when he sat up and zipped his pants, oh. Oh indeed. His heavy cock sprung out and dripped precum onto your slit. He was panting and pink dusted his face, those glossy orbs of his reflected nothing but love and desire. 
Your lips began to tremble when he stroked himself, earning him more beads of precum that dripped on you. Absentmindedly, you spoke and admired his member. “It’s so…big.” Already having an idea that he was well endowed when innocently teasing him before, you thought you’d be able to handle him. However, actually seeing it made you feel as if you were going to be impaled. Removing the rest of his clothing, your eyes feasted on him - his broad shoulders, those gorgeous tattoos and that perfect V cut… oh it had you in a daze. You didn’t even notice the little drool that began to run down the corner of your mouth. The sound of his chuckle made you snap out of it and you looked up to see the alluring look on his face. “You like what you see, baby?” That low and husky tone made your heart skip a beat.
Leaning in to position himself, he placed a passionate kiss on your lips and cupped your face. Rindou was a true gentleman, he never gave you a reason to mistrust him nor to question his loyalty to you. Pulling away ever so slightly from your lips, he whispered “Tell me if you want me to stop…” Too enthralled in his affection, you didn’t realize this was his warning to you that he was going in. Your breath hitched the moment his tip prodded your core and slowly stretched you out. The burn was getting more and more intense as he pushed past your walls. Screwing your eyes shut, you grip his shoulders and moan in pain. Rindou placed tender kisses on your lips and wiped the tears that trickled down your face. “I know it hurts, baby. Do you want me to stop?” He asked and paused his movements. You kept your eyes closed and shook your head no, you didn’t want to stop half way - you didn’t want to disappoint him. “Hey, hey…look at me.” He says sweetly and smiles. Opening your eyes, you were met with those beautiful amethyst orbs - they were glossy and his face was dusted in pink. For the first time you see him, the real him…
“No… please. I-I can take it.” You pant and bite your lip. What you just said and the way you said it, lit an even greater fire inside him. “Good girl…fuck.” Rindou said and proceeded to bottom out in one thrust. The pressure between your thighs and hip made you dig your nails into his shoulder and back. Shaky breaths were all you could hear along with the sound of your hearts pounding against your chest. “Breathe baby…” Rindou rests his forehead on yours and slowly gives you shallow thrusts. His member was so thick, that you could feel him throb and pulse inside you. Slowly the burn of the stretch subsided and was replaced with gentle waves of pleasure. “Ngh…” You moan and rock your hips with his. “Such a good girl…” He moans and crashes his lips into yours. The fire that burned between you two had you whimpering and moaning louder and louder with each thrust. 
The high you felt here was nothing like you’ve ever felt before. Your coil was already tightly wound due to his previous actions. He was making you feel special, as if you were truly the love of his life…wait, love? This is what was happening…you were making love. It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just a fling or a one time thing - this was love. You couldn’t help but moan out his name and the next words that rolled off your tongue set his heart on fire. “I love you…I love you…” You repeated those words like a prayer. Rindou buried his face into your neck and quickened his pace, the way his cock would kiss your cervix, it made your eyes roll back into your skull. The sound of your slick and skin colliding started to get louder. Such lewd sounds would make anyone’s core throb. For him to hit sweet spots you didn’t know existed had you writhing beneath him. His husky moans in your ear and his warmth on your body brought you closer to bliss. “Rin-Rindou! Ahn-I’m gonna cum!” You scream and clench around his cock. 
He slowed his pace and proceeded to sit up on his knees, those slow but deep thrusts had you clenching the bed sheets. Your beautiful nude figure captivated him. His hand reached to pinch your nipple, he couldn’t help but touch your tits while they were bouncing. “...so perfect.” He groaned and ran his hands down your waist. True to his own words, he wanted to see you come undone and wanted to have the perfect view for it. The hand that was toying with your nipple traveled south and landed right on your clit. His fingers place pressure and move in circular motions on your puffy bundle of nerves. Rindou had your back arching and your screams could be heard to anyone who was close to this bedroom. Slamming his hips into you, he focused on how your pretty face was filled with pleasure. The way your lips parted and said his name as your coil snapped made him reach his peak. His hips stuttered and his pace got sloppy, thick white ropes filled you to the brim and you felt him throb inside your velvet walls. 
Rindou leaned in and gave you the sweetest kiss, “I love you too.” He chuckles and rolls over to pull you in. His scent made your eyelids heavy and your body felt drained. Both of you were on the verge of falling asleep, well that is until a knock on the door disturbed the peaceful bliss. Rindou yells out loud, a little annoyed. “WHAT?!” What followed was Ran peeking through the doorway with a sheet eating grin. You couldn’t see him as your face was pressed against Rindou’s chest. “The music stopped a little while ago…that is all.” Ran said and closed the door. The sound of what you could only assume were Tenjiku’s men giggling like a bunch of school girls could be heard on the other side of the door. “Oh… OH!” You yell. For a moment you could have sworn your soul left your body. No wonder you two were about to float off into a deep slumber. Rindou proceeded to laugh and snort at the expression on your face. “At least they know you love me…”  He says teasingly and pulls you in for another kiss. 
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Please for the love of god give us a part 2 for tyrell!reader
order up <3 ps i literally forgot cersei existed, assume she went mad and leapt off a tower after joffrey’s death or died from grief idk. anyways, here’s good father!tywin and the happy ending we deserve <3 can be read alone, of course, but I’ll link part one too
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Tywin Lannister x fTyrell!Reader
Part One
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Tyren had taken his first steps the day his father was slain in battle. You knew the possibility of him being killed when the Great Lion called his vassals to his cause. King Joffrey had made one final mistake before his grandfather saw him removed from the throne by conquest. Your sweet sister, Margaery had been a fool to hope she could tame the Mad King, and she’d paid with her life before the entire court.
Now, a moon after battle and after his coronation, King Tywin, First of His Name, had summoned the Widow Marbrand and her heir to bend the knee. You hadn’t expected the summons, especially as your husband’s brother, a man who despised you and your son, had already gone to the capitol in your stead. It seemed the King wished to see you personally.
Arriving in King’s Landing for the second time in your life, this time with a strawberry blond son on your hip, was a bittersweet affair. For as morose as you’d been to marry Lord Marbrand, he was a wonderful husband and father in the time he was allowed to fill those roles, and you missed him.
Wearing a black gown with your customary thorned shoulder pads, you looked every inch the Briar Rose people knew you as.
Being escorted to the mostly empty throne room and having given Tyren to a nursemaid, you prepared yourself to face Tywin Lannister, a man you might’ve married some years ago. He was sat at the Throne, looking as he had when he was Hand: commanding. He watched you as you approached, lips frowning at your choice of colour. Of course you mourned your husband, your friend, and the man supposed to guide Tyren in being a man himself. Now, all he had was you and a scornful uncle.
“Your Grace,” you greet, curtsying low and long.
“Lady Marbrand,” he said. “Or are you Lady Tyrell again? My condolences on the loss of your husband.”
“It is still Lady Marbrand, unless my brother by law commands I remarry.” The King did not seem pleased by the answer.
“And you’ve brought your son?”
“Yes, Your Grace. He is with his maids.”
“Bring him,” he commanded. Dread filled you. Would he harm your son? He wouldn’t dare, you resolved. You’d kill him, king or not if he had any untoward intentions.
When your son was brought into the throne room and saw you, he reached out with his chubby little hands, calling for his mama. You smiled at him and accepted him from the nurse, kissing his head as it settled by your neck on your shoulder.
“He seems a healthy babe,” the King commented.
“He is, though his teeth give him grief nowadays,” you replied cautiously.
“My lady,” the King says, before dismissing everyone but you and your babe from the room. You clutched Tyren protectively, and watched as Tywin’s eyes lost the hard look of a ruler in charge. Now, he seemed the same as when you’d stroll the gardens many moons before, and your heart lurched against your ribs at what that might mean. “Approach,” he said at last. You did.
He stared at Tyren, at his faintly red and gold hair, and the bright blue eyes the Marbrands were known by. Tyren watched the King in return, and after looking to you unsurely, he reached forward to be held, to your horror.
“Calm yourself, my lady. I will not hurt him.” And then your son was on the King’s lap, reaching for his ear and getting distracted by his sideburns.
“I had thought my brother by law came, Your Grace, to bend the knee on the Marbrand’s behalf.”
“He did arrive. And then he requested permission to wed you. When he was denied this, he vowed to have you killed. He is in the Black Cells awaiting his punishment.”
“Punishment for what, Your Grace? He did not attempt to kill me, what crime could he have been imprisoned for?” You had no fondness for your husband’s brother, but even Tywin Lannister could not do whatever he wished.
“For speaking against the future Queen.”
You frowned at the King.
“I cannot wait to meet her, especially to apologise for my brother by law’s words.”
Tywin stood from the throne, and descended the few steps that separated you both, your son in his arms doing funny things to your heart rate. When he was near enough, he reached for your hand to hold the one unoccupied by your babbling son, and brought your knuckles to his lips.
“You once told me, had I not hesitated, life might be very different. Of course,” he said, looking to Tyren, “we cannot regret everything about my hesitation, but everything else…”
“Your Grace,” you said, looking down to crush the hope forming in your chest. Hope was a fool’s emotion, hope was what got your sister and your husband killed, what made your brother by law act senselessly. You’d be damned before hope killed you too.
“Briar Rose, they call you. But you have only been a rose to me. I will not hesitate again, my lady. Should you deny me, I will not let you leave my sights. You will be here and safe and mine, or just safe and here. The choice is now yours,” he explained, looking to Tyren and quirking his lips at how enamoured the boy was with his hair and sideburns.
“I would be Queen.”
“You would.”
“I have never desired to be Queen. That was Margaery’s dream, and her dream killed her.”
“My grandson killed her. She was innocent in everything but wanting to be a fair ruler. She told me, a short while after her wedding, that she wanted to be queen because she wanted to be like you. And I happen to agree that you’d make a wonderful queen.”
“And the other candidates to be queen?” By the gods, hiding your jealousy at the thought of other women was harder than ever to temper with this man holding your son and your hand.
“There are none,” he said, looking at you knowingly.
“You have much faith in me, Your Grace, to assume I am what the realm needs.”
“I am what the realm needs. And you are what I need. Agree, my lady. And I can rectify the mistake I made two years ago.”
You wanted to say yes, wanted to let him move closer than he already was, to kiss the mouth of the only man who had made you laugh since your brothers.
“My son. His birthright is Vine Hall, I don’t want him to be prince.” Sensing how close he was to victory, Tywin let go of your hand to wrap it around your waist, and hold you securely to him.
“He will inherit Vine Hall, and if he wishes when he is older to be prince, we will discuss it again then.”
The Lion could be reasonable, you thought as you leaned forward in lieu of answering. He met your kisses with the attitude of a man starved, and did not pull away from you until you were breathless.
“Mama,” your son said impatiently, tired of waiting for your attention.
“Yes?”
“Horsies,” he said plainly. Tywin chuckled against your throat.
“To the stables,” he said, before walking with your hand in his out of the throne room to indulge your son.
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The wedding was as grand as the richest King in history could afford to put on. And members of the nobility were still gathered in the capitol in the wake of the coronation, so to say it was a gay affair was putting it mildly.
King Tywin had even danced with his Queen before all the court at the wedding feast, and already you knew there would be songs of the Great Lion and his Briar Rose.
When he’d pulled you from the feast to go see Tyren off to bed, you had expected you’d both return to the celebrations and mooch as you would have to for the rest of your life. But your husband dragged you to the Royal Chambers (that had been redesigned after Joffrey’s proclivities were discovered) which were no longer separated into two bedrooms, but one master bedroom with chambers for any children, a study, a parlour and a dining room.
He kissed you silly, and before you knew it, you were naked as your nameday under your husband.
“Mine,” he had said throughout the night. As he kissed your neck, your breasts, your stomach (paying sweet attention to the silvery scars bearing Tyren left you with) and your hips.
“Tywin!”
Your first husband had never been passionate, but your second husband had enough for two people. He was a man starved at your core, kissing, sucking and licking, he even laid gentle bites on your thighs which made you quiver in your desperation. You peaked twice on his face, and even then he didn’t look ready to stop.
“Tywin,” you panted, tugging at his arms to return to you at the top of the bed. He separated from your core with a final kiss which made you jolt, then crawled up to you, kissing the same pathway he had on his way down. “No more teasing,” you scolded, though the effect was lost with your blush covering your chest and face.
“Teasing?” he grumbled, lowering himself over you to pin your body to the bed. As though using magic, he was lined up and already gently prodding, allowing you to slowly open up for him before pushing inside. “You peaked on my mouth twice, wife. That isn’t teasing.”
“I know you, Lion,” you panted as he settled fully inside you. He did not move, even after you’d adjusted and began wriggling beneath him. “You’re teasing me right now.”
“I only want to be sure my wife is appreciating my attentions,” he goaded, grinding slightly but not nearly enough to bring you any relief. “How can I be sure she is, when she accuses me thusly?”
You looked up into his eyes, and felt, once again, your thorns retreat. You cupped his cheeks, wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him sweeter than ever. Please, you whispered against his mouth. My Lion.
“You were always meant to be mine,” he growled, as he made you his wife good and proper. You could not speak anymore, too busy trying to replace the breath your husband took as he firmly drove into you. When you whined, a sound that had your eyes shutting and cheeks flushing, you made to move your hand to cover your mouth.
“No,” he growled, pulling your hand from your mouth. “You are my queen now, my lioness. Let me hear you.”
That night, you’re quite certain all of King’s Landing heard your roar.
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“Father,” Tyren called one morning as the royal family was breaking their fast. Now ten, and growing more and more every day, Tyren was approaching manhood, and all at your husband’s attentive measures. He was training Tyren himself in the art of the sword, and told you of every success and lesson your son learned in the training yard.
“Yes, son.”
You felt a stirring anytime Tywin claimed Tyren as his. And he had done a lot already. He’d named him the Marbrand heir, but had his name changed to Lannister. Children of our marriage will be Lannisters, and it wouldn’t do to have Tyren feel excluded, especially if his siblings are princes and not he. You’d been particularly ravenous for him the night he said that.
“Why am I not a prince like my brothers?”
The question made your stomach drop, but one look at Tywin told you all would be well.
“You are the heir to Vine Hall. It was agreed by your mother and I that you would not be prince, until such a time as you could decide yourself.”
Tyren looked off in thought for a moment. Tywin had often commented that though his colouring was of his sire, his face was yours. You could see it when your son thought hard about something, and in the curve of his smile and the slope of his eyes. You suspected Tywin had a private adoration for Tyren this way, as your other two sons were the spitting image of their father.
“Do you think I would be a good prince, father?” your son asked hopefully, looking with pale blue eyes into rich green. Tywin’s lips quirked.
“You are my son, and I have taught you myself in the ways of the realm since you could read. You are already a good prince, Tyren, even if it not your current title.”
“Mother, would you be upset? If I wanted to be prince? Who would Vine Hall go to?”
“You could never upset me, Tyren. Vine Hall would go to Goodwin, only because Tyson has had his heart set on being a knight since he could say the word.” Your second son at eight was determined to be as great a knight as his older half brother Jaime, who had married and spent most of his time at the Rock now.
“What about me, mama?” a sweet voice called. Ysold, your daughter, unlike her older brothers eating either side of her, was always talkative in the mornings. She must get it from her father, the early rising habit. There were not enough hours in the day to be a good queen and sleep, it seemed, and you were always tired in recent memory.
“You, my princess, will be locked in a tower and guarded by dragons,” your husband teased. Ysold laughed at her father and called him silly, which Tywin pretended to take offence at.
“Mama told me you’d pick me a husband, papa, and he’d take care of me and our children!”
Tywin glared at you for the truth of the matter. He was especially protective of Ysold, who like Tyren, had her father’s colouring with golden hair and emerald eyes, but was your little twin in every other regard. Your pregnancy with her had been difficult, the birth frightening, but you’d recovered in the five years since. Tywin was still hesitant about more children, fearing another would be too much for your body.
“Your mother is speaking with fairies,” Tywin dismissed. “I have even picked out the dragons.”
Ysold laughed again and forgot about her question altogether in favour of following her brothers to archery lessons. Tywin had not been thrilled by your suggestion she join them, but with the idea of her being able to defend herself (and the spare hour they’d have without the children) he’d reluctantly agreed.
“You will have to choose a man for her one day, husband.” He hummed but said nothing, glaring at his eggs.
“No man will deserve her.”
“Do you mean to say you don’t deserve me, too, husband?”
Tywin looked at you, at the coy expression on your face, and smirked.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
You stood from the table and moved toward your chambers, looking over your shoulder at him.
“Perhaps you could remind me why I stay by your side, then?”
“Gladly,” he growled, chasing after you into the bedroom to blissfully waste away an hour.
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voidcatlullaby · 7 months
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@scrunkalicious It's complete! I hope you like it. I've included the warm-up sketches (and some artist notes) under the read-more!
I edited both images on my computer- I originally wanted to do this piece digitally but my week's been far too hectic to add another digital work to my list :( I'm hoping to rework one of them when I have more time.
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rubystims · 5 months
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hello there it appears that your stimboard requests are now open
could you please make a stimboard for my oc vertigo ? theyre an absolute enby icon in my online friend group and are so delusional that they think theyre in breaking bad constantly (they got like hit on the head really hard)
could i have blue crystal stims , shopping cart stims (if possible) , and red scarf stims please ?? tysm !!! :))
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i feel awful for just getting to this now but it's finished and i hope you like it!!!
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gifmaker2000 · 27 days
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parker saying "sometimes bad guys are the best good guys you've got" or whatever the line is ... while she's in the vent .... my belvoed... pleas...
YOU GOT IT BOSS!
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junostims · 1 year
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💜 )) stimboard in shades of lavender // wisteria // mauve 4 @lqmie !!
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🦄 )) when i think about these light purples, it feels very magical and light, so i tried to include sum really whimsical textures like fluffy slime and water !! pls let me know if you need anything tinkered with so i can make it perfect for you !! >.<
NSFW DNi
reqs open <3
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transguystimming · 9 months
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I love your boards! Could I request a stimboard of Sunbathing Rootwalla from MTG (Specifically a foil one)? Tysm!
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Thank you so much for your request!! Here it is!
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cloveredits · 2 years
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Kalim Al-Asim Freestyle icons (1280 X 1280) for @wnyawn!
Thank you for requesting! Please let me know if there's anything that needs changing!
Please reblog/like and credit if used!
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kantagonist · 1 year
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Art Request for @unicornacopia ╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・゚
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Will you make a Cal Strider sensory board with themes of missing Dirk/Bro? -@pinocchios-vices
Your order is served! ~
I can make one indeed! It was my first time doing a stimboard/sensory board, so I hope I did okay and that you like it! :>
If you’d like anything changed, let me know!!
~ Mod Kat
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sxrrandomfanfics · 2 years
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Can I request a short fic about Dion's reaction when he found the invitation to the older brothers Club
Dion Aquato was known throughout the Motherlobe for a few things. "Raz's Brother," "Frazie's Brother," "Augustus's Son," ... "Mailroom Genius."
Yes, as it turned out, his entire family got sucked into this life taht Pooter had run away to. Now, most of the family was psychic, so they found their place pretty quickly. Dion... was not most of his family. He and his mother had no powers, so they were left on areas where they couldn't really do much compared to the siblings and father.
His mother had done well enough... after fighting a bit with Agent Forsythe, the two found that they were able to catch and check one another's math mistakes with tax forms, and work together.
Leaving Dion to have to find a place where he could "fit in" with the Psychics. Well, turns out the Mail room needed some new people working, consider Raz was now under Agent Forsythe and all his siblings were learning their powers.
So the mail room he went. It actually wasn't too bad. He could practice his throws with the mail and launch packages up high, no need for what Raz called "TK." Piles of letters were sorted and placed in other people's mail boxes, and the annoying people would stay out of his way.
He had Gisu... and his siblings would always come back to the caravan by the end of the day, but most of the time they were hanging with their new psychic friends, and practicing their abilities, not visiting him in the Mailroom.
He'd never admit it, not even to himself but... He was lonely.
Sorting through new letters, he was surprised to see something for him. It had no return address, but damn if it didn't interest him. Maybe it was from the siblings. Just trying to give him something nice.
The letter looked like one of the invites he had received for Lili's 11th birthday.
"Come to the ICC! You've been cordially invited to join: The Older Brother's Club "Signed - 🌹"
Finally... something that was his.
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Could you do a Tywin fic where the reader is Margaerys older (3 years) sister. The reader had duties back in highgarden and is now in king’s landing for her wedding. She is just like her grandma and also the secret favorite.
Just a Battle of wits between reader and Tywin. Also jealous and possessive Tywin even though they are not together would be fun. 
firstly, im blowing you a kiss for the request, secondly, please ask for a sequel where i fix it. im begging. i hope you enjoy, cheyxfu, and that it was at least similar to what you had in mind <3
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Tywin Lannister x fTyrell!Reader
Part Two
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Arriving several moons after your siblings to the capitol had not been the initial plan, especially as Margaery had designs to be queen and wanted her big sister with her. You had hated to deliver the news of the change in plans, but needs must, as your grandmother would say to you.
The sweltering heat, nothing like the mild summer days of High Garden, bore down on you the moment you approached the steps of the Palace. Dressed more sharply than your sister in a gown of light purple with severe spiked shoulders, your hair unbound and falling in long sleek locks to hide their glint, there was no doubt why you were called the Briar Rose. With the cunning wit and cold derision of your grandmother, and the beauty and grace of your little sister, many had heard of you, but few had seen you.
“Your Grace,” you said, curtsying to the King. The Boy King Joffrey had leered at you the moment he saw you, and his mother’s jaw had stayed tensed throughout the introductions. It was when you were introduced to the Hand that you understood what a true reputation was.
The Great Lion stood a head taller than most men save his first son, but he was broader than even Ser Jaime could ever hope to be. He was a fine specimen of man, and quite untouchable. A shame, you thought privately.
Even more interesting was how the Hand had seemingly made a habit of joining you for your daily turn around the gardens in the Keep. At first neither of you spoke, but with time the conversation flowed, and an odd brand of banter was established. He was funny, you realised a sennight into this routine. His humour was well camouflaged behind wit and disdain, and genuine scolding.
“For a lady who’s motivation to come to the capitol was finding a husband, you have not indulged any other in your presence but myself and your family.”
“I fear there’s a shortage of interesting men in the capitol, Lord Hand.”
“I suppose I should be honoured to have your glowing praise.”
You laughed and said, “Lord Hand, you honour me with your witticisms.”
He seemed rather smug at that.
Of course, the walks could not persist forever. Margaery was sure a betrothal between her and Joffrey would arise any day, and your grandmother had decided it was time to set her efforts with you and your marriage prospects. Being the resourceful woman she was, Lady Olenna had a candidate by the next day.
“Addam Marbrand?”
“Don’t take that tone with me, granddaughter. I am never too old to take you over my knee.” You rolled your eyes at the empty threat.
“It was only a surprise, grandmother. I will do whatever you deem best.” Olenna smiled at you.
“This is why you’re my favourite,” she said lowly. Margaery, for as shortsighted as she could be, was truly the only one of your siblings to openly rebel against grandmother. Lady Olenna had not liked the idea of Margaery being wed to the King, especially as whispers of his madness gained traction throughout King’s Landing. But, as the baby, Margaery got what she wanted.
Addam Marbrand, the heir to a Westerlands Keep called Vine Hall, was a gentleman. You knew your grandmother would ensure her granddaughters went to good men (even if Margaery wanted to be Queen more than she wanted to be safe and happy). He was not nearly as impressive as the Great Lion, but he was attentive and respectful, and though maybe a little dull, he would certainly be a dutiful and kind husband.
“Have you developed a sudden allergy to the flowers, my lady?” a voice sounded from behind you in the parlour you took your afternoon tea in.
You’d wondered when he’d show. He hadn’t given you the impression he was a man who was dismissed.
“No, Lord Hand. My betrothed has asked me to attend them when he is present.”
The silence, long and odd, that followed was uncomfortable. You’d wanted the Great Lion to act a little faster in his subtle attempts to gain your favour, then ultimately your hand. But he hadn’t, and the Queen of Thorns was not a patient woman.
“Your betrothed?”
“Yes, Lord Hand. An heir of the Westerlands, Addam Marbrand.”
Tywin Lannister knew Addam, of course. The man had squired for him near a decade ago, then had become a fierce warrior and proven himself to be an upstanding example of Western nobility. If only Tywin didn’t suddenly despise the lad, it might’ve been good news.
“And you are pleased with this?”
You looked at him from your settee as he stood a polite distance away, a distance he’d have to maintain always, going forward. He really was a fine man, you thought.
“I am pleased my grandmother has found me a strong, gentle man.”
“But not the man you’d hoped.”
This was dangerously close to a confession, and you, for all your strength, were still a rose, and in a momentary lapse of judgement, your thorns gave way to petals for him.
“No, Lord Hand. Not the man I’d hoped for.”
You took your leave, and that was the last time you were alone with Tywin Lannister again for a long time. The court knew of your strange rapport with the Great Lion, and how, as wife to Lord Marbrand, you still assisted the Small Council in place of your grandmother, now that she was the Queen’s grandmother.
“I hear congratulations are in order,” came his voice. It had been a long time since you’d heard just his in an empty room, and you closed your eyes for a moment to savour the sound.
“Thank you, Lord Hand.”
“And are you pleased to be carrying the Marbrand heir, Lady Marbrand?”
“It’s an honour to serve my good husband this way.”
You heard him step closer.
“You did not answer my question.”
Turning to him, you glared half-heartedly. In the time between now and the last you’d been alone with him, your thorns had sharpened to protect your reputation. A reputation Tywin Lannister looked to be attempting to sully.
“I am pleased to be having a babe.”
“A babe by your husband?”
“Do you want to hear otherwise, Lord Hand? I could tell you the truth of it all, but what would it change? You hesitated, and my grandmother did not.”
He did not seem pleased to hear you speak to him that way, as frankly as anyone dared to. He stepped closer but you held up a hand.
“You did not try to convince her of another option,” he accused.
“What other option? ‘Grandmother, I walk the same path every day with the same man at the same time’ is hardly a convincing enough candidate.”
He watched you deflate, saw how the slump of you shoulders accentuated your swelling abdomen, and he felt something terribly close to despair. It was not his babe inside you, not his cloak of protection you’d been shrouded in. He had hesitated, and the notion shamed him.
He’d let you walk out of the parlour, and had not called on you again. You’d bore your husband a son by summer’s end, had named him Tyren, a Western name through and through, even if he knew the deeper reason for the babe’s name.
You hesitated, his dreams taunted him in your sweet voice. You hesitated. You hesitated. You hesitated.
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commic-stim · 3 months
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mayyy i request a pink and blue desserts themed board for my girl Claire <33
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(WH creator doesn't want their art from game edited so my doodle of her in middle!!)
complete!
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rubystims · 9 months
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demigirl stimboard?
it's posted !!!! i hope you like it :D meant to post this during pride month but. Busy life waaa
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junostims · 1 year
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hi hi! I would LOVE to request a wizard cookie stimboard :] Preferably including gifs of plasma balls! Thanks!
posted! i totally forgot what plasma balls were, oh my gosh will be using these in so many boards!! Gorgeous!! :D
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transguystimming · 11 months
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Can I get a stimboard for a summer picnic, and maybe one for like golden hour sunshine please
Here you go! Thank you so so much for the request I've missed doing them <3
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