some day you will ache like i ache

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[morriganstark]

⛧ LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON

𝓹airing: aerion brightflame x wife!reader, maegor brightflame x mother!reader

𝔀arnings: fluff, reader has no physical descriptions other than looking "softer" after having maegor, soft!aerion (?), maegor is like two in this, not proofread and i wrote this so fast so it's probably bad, just a quick drabble based on this post.

𝓼ummary: maegor takes after his father in many ways - especially his love for you. children after learn from what they see and hear, and once your child begins speaking, he copies his father in his adoration.

Aerion knew that it was foolish to be jealous of a child.

Ever since you gave birth to his son - a silver-haired babe with wide, violet eyes, a boy he named after a cruel king of the past - the child had been attached to you. He was clingy, and whiny, and spoiled, but you had told him it was normal. All children were needy, but his son seemed to cling to you with a strength that belied his few months. Time that you once spent doting on Aerion was now all given to Maegor, the boy with chubby cheeks and his father's demanding attitude, wailing for milk or to simply be held.

He rarely got time alone with his own wife. He would, begrudgingly, have to settle for brief moments. He would cradle your cheek and steal a kiss, or you would pass him and give him a quick peck to the jaw or his temple, leaving his skin alight and warm. He would bring you your favorite tea in the evenings, or hover like a dragon watching his treasure as you tended to his son's needs. All the while, little Maegor would watch his parents, wide-eyed and curious.

Aerion had faith that it would change with time. Maegor would grow and become more independent, and soon he would have you to himself again.

At least, that's what he had tried to convince himself, but the gods had odd humor. His boy was the spitting image of him, appearance-wise… and in other ways. The child grew, learned to walk and how to speak in mumbled sentences, but he still clung to his mother like his little life depended on it. His chubby hands would curl around your skirts, his shorter legs hurrying to keep up with you as you made your way through the winding layout of Summerhall. He'd huff and stomp his little feet until you would inevitably relent and pick him up, and then he would curl his fingers around the neckline of your dress, holding tight as though his strength alone could keep him in your arms forever.

“You spoil him,” Aerion said once, when you entered your marital chambers with Maegor on your hip. You sighed, meeting his gaze as he sat lounged on the velvet-lined settee by the hearth.

“Children are meant to be spoiled, husband.”

“Hm,” Aerion hummed, a faint smile wanting to tug at his lips had he not forced it away. He watched you move about the bedchamber, your skirts whispering across bare stone and the rug by the bed. In the warm light that the hearth offered, you looked so… ethereal. The flames flickered across your features, and he found a quiet peace there. Motherhood had suited you well, and you fit into that role as if it were always meant to be. He quite liked that look on you: you, softened from carrying his seed, holding his heir upon your hip.

A bit of heat stirred in his gut. He forced it away.

Aerion rose with the grace of a prince, his footsteps measured across the floor as he approached his wife and child. He reached for your waist, but found his hands stalling as Maegor reached up to touch your face. Fat fingers probed at your cheek, imitating the way he so often saw his father cradle your face. His chubby hand was more clumsy, and sticky with sweet nectar from an orange he ate earlier, but the look in his big lilac eyes was intense as he stared at you.

“Mama, so beautiful.”

Aerion's brow furrowed as he watched you grin at that. “Thank you, sweet boy,” you hummed your thanks, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, just as you would do for your husband when he doted on you. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mama!”

Aerion watched the pair before him, his lips tugging into what could almost be described as a pout. His son loved you, just as he did. He learned the quiet ways of affection, and knew how to steal your heart. When you met your husband's gaze, he forced his expression to harden, though his heart swelled with something he had never felt. Deep, deep affection. The sight of his small family, of his sweet wife and their little boy, warmed a part of him that felt… new. He would not admit it, though. Dragons were made of thicker hides.

“Spoiled little brat.”

“He learned from you.”

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[funkycoloured]

hiii, dear! I saw one of your bots recently (the Soldier Boy one titled "Ultraviolence") and the plot made me think a lot about writing a fanfic. Would you allow me to use it? I'll give you credit when I post it on AO3!

hi!! YES OFC!! i would absolutely love to read this too so i'll be on the lookout for this 👀

[funkycoloured]

hi! 🌟 with the return of the boys, do you plan on making new boots? ( i'm still eagerly awaiting the soldier boy/american dream boot 😞😞).

HIHI!!! i honestly might (very very big on might). i haven't gotten the chance to start the new season 😖😖 but seeing edits is giving me motivation to possibly write some. i do actually have some of that request written in my drafts!! so i might finish up at least that one

[funkycoloured]

hi love! how are you? hope everything is going well! i just wanted to ask,, may i make a request from here? or are you taking requests right now at all? just wanted to clarify, thank you already!

hi hi!! I'm doing quite well today, ty! I finally have some time off work cause I only worked half a day (thank god.) my requests technically are not open as I'm usually busy and don't have time to write anything but you're more than welcome to send in any ideas on here

[pissbataille]

Updated collection.

[pittsick]

fanfics are ass and aren’t as indulgent as ai chatbots—

I genuinely hate how high and mighty creators that used to be popular have become…telling us not to use ai.

As if you’d be anywhere without it.

omg shut the fuck up 😭😭😭 you’re so talking shit you have no idea what you are saying. fanfics have been alive for decades, what are you even on about?

i’ve been writing fanfics since i was 13 years old, and even though i wasn’t writing smut at all back then, my fics on wattpad have ALWAYS been doing pretty good in term of popularity. the fact that i’ve used c.ai before have nothing to do with the number of people following me here. i quit the app, focused on things that were healthier for me and for the planet and people are STILL following me here. what’s your point? i need to destroy the planet for people to read my fics?

also, take your fingers out of your ass because i’ve literally NEVER told anyone to not use the fuck ass c.ai app. i literally said i wasn’t anyone’s dad and i could NOT force people to stop using it if they didn’t want to. i’m not a fucking wizard with some fuck ass powers that could destroy ai.

if you want to use c.ai? then do it, it’s not my problem anymore because i was able to let go of that hyper-fixation and the thing that was destroying my mental health. now, you do you but i don’t want to have anything to do with c.ai and i’ll keep writing my fics. if you ain’t happy with that, you can leave because no one is forcing someone like you to stay here.

send me another fuck ass ask like that and i’ll block you hateful little ass.

[werevvulf]

[crazysodomite]

It's always "how would this fat character be strong and athletic"

And not "how would this dehydrated skinny character even survive with the amount of physical exertion they go through"

[misspossexxive]

𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your husband teaches you high valyrian.

𝐜𝐰: nsfw (+18) / cunulingus / age gap / oral sex (fem.receiving) / fingering (fem.receiving) / baelor talks you through it / size kink / gentle!dom baelor / a little bit of edging / baelor fingers you while wearing rings / temperature play

baelor's hands slid down your legs, beginning at your calves and ending at the skin of your inner thighs, gently parting them yet still maintaining the aura of power he had over you. you trembled at the feel of his rough fingers on your smooth skin, watching his movements with eyes clouded by desire. 

“baelor…” you whispered, unconsciously moving your hips forward, seeking more of his touch.

“don't call me by my name, sweet girl” he said, stroking your flesh with his thumb “call me as I taught you, show me how well you've learned”.

“nykeā vala (my husband)” you said uncertainly and quietly, looking into his eyes, waiting for his approval.

he murmured in satisfaction, the corner of his mouth curling upward.

as his large hands squeezed your thighs, you felt his rough stubble brush against your skin, followed by wet kisses trailing along your bare hip.

“gīmī (very good)” he praised “vestri, nyke iā gīmī ēdruta ābrar ñuhor īlva qēlos (continue, I want to hear more from your sweet lips)” he said, running his rough fingertips along your pussy lips, making you gasp.

“i don't know what to say” you replied breathlessly, closing your eyes when you felt gentle pressure on your clit.

“say whatever comes to mind” he replied, moving his hand up and down, stroking your pussy, making you moan quietly “i just want to hear your beautiful voice entwined with the language of my ancestors".

you didn't think long.

“nyke iā gīmī ñuhor (i want you)” you told him in a tone dripping with need, moving your body closer to baelor, who accepted it as something sacred, wrapping his muscular arms around the fat of your thighs, tasting them slowly.

"ao ābra nyke, ñuqir zōbrie rōvēgrie (you have me, little wolf)" he rasped in a low, sultry voice, meeting your eyes.

holding his gaze, you watched as baelor slowly lowered his head. he pressed a kiss to your pubic bone, his mouth wandering lower until he found your wet heat. his long fingers pried you open, and he hummed against your skin, savoring your flavor on his taste buds. his tongue covered your pussy almost entirely, only to start licking and kissing along your slit moments later, causing you to close your eyes and let out a soft whimper.

“continue” he said suddenly, slightly indistinctly from between your legs.

“what?” you asked, distracted, suddenly tensing as his ring-adorned fingers found your opening, spreading a feeling of coolness inside you and shivers along your spine.

“i didn't say you could stop” he replied, pushing them inside, not fully, but enough for you to feel the promise of their delicious stretching "speak to me, let me hear what you've learned".

you frantically tried to find the words baelor whispered in your ear during your lessons, but your mind was clouded by pleasure, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't find anything.

“nyke pendagon ao. kirimvose, va dōrī nyke (i need you, please have mercy on me)” you finally managed to say, unaware of the words that escaped your lips, feeling as if you no longer had control over your own mind.

his mismatched gaze locked onto you as his fingers pushed further inside, kneading your aching heat. you felt the sharp ridges of his signet rings scratching against your sensitive walls, forcing a broken moan from your lips as your toes curled tight.

"biarves (beautiful)” he praised, his voice a low vibration that never wavered, even as he continued the relentless assault on your core. his mouth dipped low once more, reclaiming your taste “but it’s still not enough. tell me what you feel when I fill you. tell me in the language of dragons, my little she-wolf”.

"gīmī, ñuhor vala. ao se sȳrī iksos hen nyke iā kesrio (feels so good husband, only you can make me feel this way)" you cried out, your voice dissolving into an incoherent babble as the sheer weight of ecstasy swallowed you whole, but that didn't seem to bother baelor, who began to assault your pussy even more intensely, kissing and sucking your swollen clitoris, licking the juices running from your body with his tongue, straight onto his fingers and your firm ass cheeks "i can't i...ahh...baelor!" you gasped, arching your back, feeling the first electrifying wave of orgasm wash over your body, spreading from your loins to the tips of your toes. baelor didn't stop. he let out a satisfied growl, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers in rhythmic, desperate spasms, burying his face deeper into your core, drinking your sweet nectar. you moaned breathlessly, your body trembled in his strong embrace as he greedily licked up every drop with his tongue. when you finally collapsed onto the pillows, completely powerless and limp, baelor lifted his head. his lips and chin glistened with your juices, and there was something possessive, almost dark, in his gaze.

“you did well, my sweet girl” he murmured against the sensitive skin of your thigh, sealing the praise with a lingering kiss. “i shall look forward to our future lessons” with a firm tug, he pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips in a dance that was as erotic as it was possessive.

[funkycoloured]

oh yeah he can teach me the whole damn dictionary

[funkycoloured]

I hope my question doesn't bother you, but would you by any chance ever make bots again?

honestlyyyy ugh this is a hard question because i have relapsed into making bots. i don't use them but the urge to still make them is there? in my previous posts about c.ai, i talked about my relapse and how i personally became addicted to it. i still haven't chatted with any bots, but i have made some recently (which is very hypocritical of someone like me who claims to be anti ai. i'm just struggling with the addiction very badly rn).

that being said, i am still trying to stop once and for all. BUT if you have anything you want me to make then send it in and maybe i will make it? likely not but just.. maybe. and i'm always always open to ideas (not requests) or thoughts for writing and not bots. the question doesn't bother me, so dw!! it's just complicated

[funkycoloured]

hiii <3 how did your mri go ??

HII!! it was a lot easier than i anticipated. i only felt the IV for a moment (thank god) and i closed my eyes for most of the time in the actual machine so i wouldn't see how small it was. i usually listen to dad rock music but that isn't super calming so i listened to classical music instead and pretended to be a fancy aristocratic lady in my head. i was just about to fall asleep before it ended, but afterwards i was a bit nauseous from the contrast. overall 9/10 experience cause the nurse ladies were very nice to me.

[funkycoloured]

watching an eye for an eye (2025) tonight solely for finn bennett cause i need to obsess over a character of his that is not an incestuous pedophile

[billyvell]

I think it's funny how much people in the fandom seem to dismiss what Aerion did to Egg, like it was just some mean prank, in what I presume is an aversion to actually seeing him as a terrible person in a way that isn't digestable to them.

I mean, Egg says "When I was little, Aerion used to come into my bedchamber at night. [...] Maybe one night he'd make me a sister." That means it wasn't an isolated incident. It means he either abused/threatened Egg in some other ways too and that was just the one Egg used as an example, or that he did the same thing about castrating and pressing his knife against him multiple times. Or both.

And sorry but I'm not inclined to think the guy who's big into Targaryen Supremacy and thinks he's an actual dragon is just joking about the idea of marrying a sibling.

I've seen people say that they don't think he's a pedophile and, while I agree that he was probably not actually attracted to Egg as a little kid, I think the idea of "turning him into a sister" and having his way with him when he was older (and old enough in Westeros is like 13-14) was most likely an actual fantasy of his. There's really not anything implying that it wasn't.

Aerion is not supposed to be a morally gray character, he's supposed to be pretty clearly evil and that quote is literally used as a way to show that in the narrative. But even the people who supposedly enjoy "evil Aerion" and claim they like him *because* of how bad he is rather than in spite of it seem unwilling to see it that way.

[funkycoloured]

I have to get an mri on Sunday and I don't think I've ever been more terrified for something before

[funkycoloured]

bruh update: I am gonna have to have TWO MRI things done (one on my brain and one on another body part) and I am going to have to have an IV (i have severe trypanophobia) I am going to genuinely freak out omg I'm crying

[funkycoloured]

I leave in an hour... if I dont post again it means that I had a heart attack and died

[funkycoloured]

It was fine, I almost fell asleep during it

[irisgrrl]

to my smart, kind, brave, creative, amazing, authentic, gorgeous girls and female-presenting happy 8th of march. the day of our fight for human rights and liberation from patriarchy and oppression.

i'm so thankful to all feminists before me who fought for my right to study, express myself, choose freely, be independent. i'm so thankful to women in my family before me who did everything in their power for their kids and families. i'm so proud of my mother, my grandmother, my cousins, my friends and so many more women i've encountered in my life.

we're all unique, whimsical and magical in our own ways.

may this day remind us all how much women before us went through so we could be the way we are right now. 8th of march isn't just about flowers, presents and when people around you suddenly remember that you're a human. it's a reminder of our strong nature, our achievements.

we still have so much to fight against. so many women around the world are still not free culturally, socially, economically and politically.

continue making men mad with your authenticity and intelligence, educate yourself and protect your sisters.

i love you all and again happy 8th of march🫂

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[v6quewrlds]

happy international women’s day unless you voted for trump or abstained from voting <3