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[candycryptids]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ahollowgrave

I hope today is full of good food and laughter and time with friends !!!! 💖✨‼️ Posing thirst traps was new territory for me and I think it ended up being more Perfume Advert for Mochi and Urianger BUT…. I hope you enjoy the Indulgences! 💖

I actually took so many screens I’m sticking a few under the cut- 😂 also there’s a single n*pple visible below the cut so watch out

Honestly having Cash taking a whizz on the tire was me thinking about those Sunscreen bottles where the dog is tugging the kiddos swim bottoms? I thought it would be cute and funny x’) I sent screens to my friends and had to ask if I was doing the Thirst Trap right 😂

Taking the screens of Uri and Mochi together was “I want Deity-Style Perfume Advert” and then I spent three hours spinning the camera at max speed and wailing and crying I love these SO MUCH they might end up in their own post later with some flourishy description maybe but!!! ENJOY ENJOY !!!! Showering you in flower petals!!!!!

[dianas-shortgalpal]

Dani’s back muscles appreciation post

[chloesolace]

Hi, sorry English is not my language. I'd like a story with Aemond. He is in love with a "strong" daughter of Rhaenyra. They get engaged, get married, war breaks out and are on opposite sides, but they still love each other. Aemond asks not to hurt his wife and Rhaenyra's daughter also asks not to hurt Aemond. They find themselves in political fights and tease each other, but they also show that they are still in love. Rhaenyra's daughter becomes pregnant in one of her secret meetings with Aemond. Blacks use this to infiltrate King's Landing. She moves back in with Aemond and she helps her mother take the throne, Aemond is angry but forgives her because he loves her and he loves the baby. They are together on Dragonstone, the Greens are exiled, period. Please, Aemond does not kill anyone from Rhaenyra's family in this story.

Love and War - Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

summary: When a dying King Viserys wants to see you and Aemond, you realize that war is closer than it seemed. He urges you and your husband to stay together and act as a bridge between the blacks and the greens. But with him gone, war breaks out anyhow, and you and Aemond find yourselves on opposite ends of it. Your only way to meet? A secluded island far off the shore of Westeros, where secret meetings become your reason to keep fighting. 

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: sexual themes, making out, n!pple play, handjob (f receiving), praise kink

a/n: Enemies to Lovers to Enemies but still Lovers, anyone? Also, I have quite a few Strong!Targaryen!Reader-forced-into-marriage-with-Aemond requests in my inbox so in order not to become too repetitive, I will be mixing the rest together. So, there will be only one more one shot with that plot from me, besides this one. Other plots (with Aemond or any other character) are welcome when I open requests again, though!

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@amethystwonders11 @khaleesihavilliard��@nura300 @ateliefloresdaprimavera @aestmilky​ @rainazinha​ @cullenswife ​@flyingmushroomss 

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Coughing filled the room as you stepped inside, a foul odor biting itself into your nose and lungs. The servant girl standing to your right immediately went to open the window but was stopped when Queen Alicent ordered her to stand aside. You exchanged a look with the Queen, whose disapproval of you was evident in the way her eyes wandered up and down your body, as if you were made of filth itself. 

“It is cold outside. The King needs warmth and rest,” she explained, keeping her eyes locked on you until she turned towards Aemond, who was standing next to you. His sapphire eye was uncovered and reflected the light when his gaze fell upon the bed on the other side of the room. 

“His granddaughter wishes to see him, mother. I believe it is more than an adequate request,” said Aemond and you placed a hand on his arm, the wedding ring which glistened on your finger now visible to the Queen. She looked at it with no less mockery than your person.

“I will be outside.” 

You took a deep breath when you heard the door close, your hand tightening around Aemond’s arm. Even through his clothes, you could feel the strong muscles underneath your touch, a reminder what a fierceful warrior the man beside you was. 

“I do not need you to win my battles for me, Aemond,” you said in a low voice as you both made your way through the room, lifting the veil that hung from King Viserys’ bed frame to allow you to look at him. Aemond turned partially towards you, and you could feel his eye on you while you looked at the sickly figure. 

“I know that, (y/n),” he replied with seriousness in his voice. “But that will not stop me from fighting them.” 

You looked up at him, hand still brushing the delicate veil as Viserys coughed again. Your lips parted to reply, but your grandfather’s voice drew your attention towards him. He had reached out with a hand towards you two, and you quickly rushed to his side, taking his hand in yours, which felt grotesquely cold. 

“(y/n). Aemond.” Viserys grimaced, something you recognized to be the attempt at a smile. 

“We are here, grandfather.” 

The King’s gaze jumped between you two as Aemond took hold of your free hand, holding it firmly. Viserys exposed his rotten teeth in a wide smile at the sight, and your heart ached with every tortuous breath that he took. 

“I am getting weaker, children.” You had to lean towards him to fully understand what he was saying, a gesture that made Aemond wrap his arm around your waist in response. Tears stung your eyes and you had to bite your lip to stop it from quivering. 

“You have called for us,” said Aemond. Even if he was similarly shaken by the sight of his kin, he did not show it on his face. 

“Yes,” Viserys grunted as he sat up, barely able to manage until you let go of both his and Aemond’s hands to aid your grandfather. His strength was leaving him, presumably by the minute, but you brushed the thought aside as you looked him into the eye. “There is… tension between our family. And I fear it will only grow with my absence.”

A shiver ran down your spine, and you were thankful for Aemond’s arm around you, since it was the only thing you could both mentally and physically cling to right now. You had always been your grandfather’s favorite. Despite your brothers being the ones trained for war, he had always treated you like the one who would bring glory to the Targaryen name. You wondered if it had something to do with how he claimed that you had your grandmother’s eyes. 

Seeing him in a state like this, let alone the thought that he might soon be gone, made you feel like your world was about to shatter. Not to mention the threat of war looming over your family like a dark cloud. It did not surprise you when it was war that Viserys addressed. 

“You two. You must remain united. You are a thread holding this family together. Do not let it tear.”

Your eyes met Aemond’s as the memories of your wedding appeared before your inner eye; how he had always mocked you and your brothers before Viserys arranged the marriage between you. It was only on your wedding night that both of you faced the truth of your only growing affection towards each other. 

“So this is it,” you had said once you were alone with your now husband. “I am stuck with you.”

Aemond had scoffed as he’d drowned a goblet of wine, placing the empty glass on a nearby table. “Aren’t you a poor girl?” His sarcasm had cut deeper than any knife you’d known. Even as he’d approached you, the flames of the fireplace reflected in his eyes, you had kept your head held high. Though he’d only stopped when your faces were inches apart, so close that you could almost taste the wine in his breath. 

“Not so strong after all?”

It had been the last straw for you, and before Aemond could react, the dagger, which you’d always kept trapped to your thigh, was unsheathed and grazing the skin of his neck. He’d turned his head to avoid getting cut, but his lips had curled up into a smile. 

“Seems like you do have some Targaryen fire in your veins, after all.”

“Why do you despise me so?” You’d asked, ignoring the insulting question and what it implied. Your voice was breathless, and it did not help when Aemond leaned in towards you. You only noticed that you had taken a few steps back when you felt the bed behind you, trapping you between it and Aemond’s body. 

The grasp around your dagger had remained strong, however, even as Aemond reached out to twirl a few strands of your dark brown hair between his fingers. So unlike your mother’s and that of the man you used to call father. 

His jaw had tensed as he let his arm drop, and you pressed the dagger deeper into his neck where it drew a fine line of red. Too shallow to get a reaction from the talented swordsman, but deep enough for a drop to fall onto your finger. 

“I do not despise you, (y/n),” he’d said, as if the sole implication had made him angry. 

“Then why do you mock me?” 

His jaw had tensed again, and it took him a handful of minutes before he could speak. “Because,” he’d said through pressed teeth, “I cannot stand the sight of you. Each time I look at you, my body reacts in ways I wish it didn’t.” Your lips had parted, just as his eyes had dropped to them. 

You blinked when Aemond pulled you away from the bed, momentarily startled as blood rushed to your cheeks. Viserys let go of your hand, and a maid rushed into the room together with the Queen, who did not even look at you. She carried a cup in her hands, which was the last thing you registered before Aemond and you stepped outside of the room. 

—

A few months later

Vhagar screeched as she flew above you, Modor, your dragon, only barely able to dodge the attack of Sunfyre to your right. Your scream when the dragon’s flames brushed your skin was suffocated by the wind around you. 

Tears blurred your view as you saw Vhagar ram into Sunfyre’s side while their riders shouted something you were too far to understand. You were outnumbered, so you saw this as a chance to retreat. Even though Modor was not even remotely as large as Vhagar, what he lacked in size, he made up for in speed. Known as one of the fastest dragons alive, he did his name justice as you flew away from the scene as fast as Modor’s wings would carry you. 

It had been a mistake to come near King’s Landing in the first place, and you knew that, but you had taken the chance. Gaining allies was now more important than ever, and if the surrounding cities and villages pledged themselves to your mother, the greens would be severely weakened. But the mission had evidently failed.

Holding onto the dragon saddle became a more tedious task the more time passed, and the burn wound on your arm only started stinging stronger. When you finally saw your destination, an island far off the shore of Westeros and too small to be significant to any of the Houses, you let out a breath of relief. 

Modor landed with a screech, and you immediately let yourself glide off the saddle, before walking towards the small wooden house which stood on a cliff overseeing the sea beneath. It was unlocked, as always, and consisted of a single room with a bed, a few shelves and an open kitchen. 

The cabinets had healing herbs inside, which you quickly took out of their glass containers and crumbled using your healthy arm. Your breath was quick and ragged, even as you poured water into a bowl to create a paste of the herbs. The feeling when you smeared it on your skin was agonizing, and you were grateful that no one could hear your scream here.

The island was deserted, though you were sure no one had ever truly lived here. It was perhaps quarter the size of King’s Landing, with most of the surface being covered by trees. But in the time of war, it became the only stronghold on neutral ground safe enough for you and Aemond that you could think of. 

A day passed, and the herbs had done their magic. The pain was completely numbed underneath the bandage you had wrapped around the wound. You lay on the large bed, facing the window through which you could see Modor outside, as your arm rested outstretched on the mattress. 

You must have drifted off to sleep, because when you opened your eyes again, the sun was already sinking. And Modor no longer alone. 

You immediately sat up on the bed, just when the door opened and Aemond stormed in. His uncovered eye was wide, his long hair disheveled. When he spotted you on the bed, he sprinted towards you and you stood, wrapping your arms around him when he reached you.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he whispered in your ear, but you only shook your head. 

“You have to do what you must so they do not suspect anything. My stepfather was already suspicious when I told them not to harm you.” 

“So was my mother,” Aemond replied as he pulled away, searching your face for any hint of discomfort, before looking at your bandaged arm. 

Aemond gently guided you back to the bed where he sat down, pulling you close so that your legs were resting on his. He brushed your cheek and you reached out to fix his hair a little, ignoring the sorrow that spread through you. 

“I told Aegon not to touch you, but he would not listen.” 

You cupped his cheeks when you felt his anger and forced him to look at you. When his features relaxed, you softly took off the eye patch, placing it on the bedside table next to you. “We are at war, darling. I know you are doing the best you can. But don’t worry, the flames barely touched me.”

His gaze dropped to the bandage around your arm as you began tracing the outline of his bottom lip with your thumb, your other hand resting on his shoulder. The leather felt soft underneath your touch.

The room had darkened by now, leaving only remnants of sunlight teasing the horizon outside, coloring it orange and yellow. 

Aemond leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he exhaled deeply and you felt his muscles relax. 

"I missed you," you whispered just as he kissed the heel of your hand, then your wrist and before you knew it, he had pulled you onto his lap so that you straddled him. His hands found their way to your back as you leaned in, your lips ghosting over his and your foreheads touching. 

"I missed you, too." His voice was deep, and raspy with desire and longing. The last time you met on this island had been weeks ago, but to you it felt more like a year. Every minute you spent apart only added to your determination to end the war, cost what it may. 

Aemond trapped your chin between his index finger and thumb, gently taking control so he could tilt your head as his lips found yours. The kiss was a gentle peck at first, as if he was scared that you’d crumble underneath his touch, and it was you who deepened it. He let the tip of his tongue run over your bottom lip, making you part your lips in response. 

You let out a sigh when your tongues met, and allowed him to lay you down on the bed. After he kicked off his shoes, Aemond climbed on top of you, using his arms to support his weight. He soon pressed his lips to yours again as he used one hand to caress your side, teasingly pulling your shirt up at the hem. 

Biting your bottom lip, you parted your legs to allow him to settle between them just as he pulled your blouse over your head and discarded it somewhere to the side. He looked at you as if it were the first time, before lowering his head to place a gentle kiss on your neck, though soon it turned into a nibble. You gasped when he bit your skin.  

“Aemond,” you breathed, making him hum. It was intended to be a warning, since you were sure he’d leave a mark on your neck, but it seemed to only make him more eager. Though the worry about how you’d hide a love bite crossed your mind briefly, it evaporated the moment you felt his hand between your legs. He had taken off your trousers, so the only thing keeping your skin apart was the thin fabric of your undergarments. 

“Say it again,” he whispered into your ear, his warm breath making you shudder. “I want you to say my name.”

“Aemond.” Your voice was barely a whisper, husky and marked by pleasure

“Good girl.” He silenced your gasp by uniting your lips, just as he slipped his hand between your underwear and skin, rubbing the sensitive spot when his tongue entered your mouth. You buried your hands in his hair, loving the silky feeling of it as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

A sudden need to be filled overcame you, and you pulled him closer towards you, rocking your hips back and forth. He took this as the sign to unbutton his pants, which he tossed aside without even looking, since his eyes were practically glued to yours. 

You were now completely bare underneath him, and you smirked at the hungry look in his eyes when he re-positioned himself between your legs. The first thrust made you gasp in unison, as you inhaled each other’s breath like it was the oxygen your lungs ached for. 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, foreheads pressed against the other, as Aemond occasionally leaned down to kiss you softly. Grunts and moans alike filled the cabin, together with darkness and moonlight. 

“Moan louder for me,” he breathed,” You know I love the way it sounds.” As if to trigger this response, he placed his lips around your nipple and began twirling his tongue around it, before trapping it between his teeth to nibble gently. 

When he raised his head again, the pace of his thrusting increased, and with it the volume of your moans. You were lucky no one else could hear you, because when you finally reached your peak, you momentarily stopped caring about anything else than Aemond.

The moon stood at its highest when you both fell back onto the mattress, sweat covering your bodies and the sound of quickened breaths filling the air. Normally, you would have cursed the war and everyone responsible for keeping you and Aemond apart, but you could not deny that it made your meetings even more special.

“I love you, (y/n),” he said as he brushed your cheek with his knuckles, sapphire eye glistening slightly. You smiled at him as you rolled over to properly look at the man you married. “I have loved you before this war,” he continued, “and my feelings will not change even when we stand on opposite sides. You must remember that. I would rather bury my blade in the chest of an ally than see him harm you in any way.”

You were taken aback by his words for a few seconds, but when you took his hand firmly into yours, you replied, “This war will end and we will be together again. I promise you that.”

[catboys-need-milk]

Lactation Kink Headcannons for Mammon ~ ♡

Mammon got the most votes in my little poll so here he is!!! I know Levi had a fair amount too though, but I do have a little thing I'm working on for him~ ♡

☆TW: sad boy hours, gambling addiction, brief mentions of voyeur-ish vibes

**I do make a reference to my headcannons for Lucifer in this (where I talk about how he likes to watch), but if you haven't read those you can always just read them afterwards if you want**

♡ Mammon isn't one to seek out your milk too frequently (though, not necessarily for a lack of wanting to) Perhaps because his mind is just too caught up in his greed, or maybe he's normally just too hesitant to let himself become that vulnerable

♡ but it's on those days, the ones where he's just gambled away and lost a gut-wrenching amount of money and brought to his knees by his sin—that he wants it seemingly more than anything else in the world, desperate to find relief from the overwhelming feeling of regret

♡ he'll show up at your room door, visibly upset and looking like a lost puppy "Hey. Can I come in for a bit?"

♡ you'll probably find yourself already starting to leak, your body instinctively responding to the emotional distress in his voice almost like some sort of cue to start producing milk

♡ Mammon "asks" you for it with pleading eyes, his breathing becoming audibly more labored as he'll rub his fingers over the little wet spots forming on your shirt—knowing that your body already wants to feed him

♡ he'll latch onto your breast the second you give him the chance, desperate to drown out the overwhelming feelings of guilt and regret

♡ he may like talk to you a little bit while you're feeding him, taking only short pauses from your breast to speak

♡ he'll tell you what happened, explain to you what went wrong that resulted in him losing all the money, "That one horse, ya gotta believe me, he's never lost! ...I thought for sure that.....th-that....." only to trail off and return to the safety of your n*pple as he starts to feel himself on the brink of tears

♡ yeah, of course he knows he'll have to deal with the consequences later. Having to explain why he can't pay back his debts, picking up more shifts (and probably stealing things) to gain that money back—but ugh...please...just let him run away from all that right now

♡ please hold his hand? Tell him he's a sweet boy, that everything is going to be okay and that he is still loved. Lord knows he needs to hear it. You can feel how he suckles you harder, as if trying to drink in your words

♡ the way which he does it seems to change with his emotional state, fast at first but getting slower and more gentle he calms down, and feels his mind empty.

♡ I don't know how to explain it, but there's just something about the way his eyes look—the blue somehow more intense— when they flutter open a just little, briefly making eye contact with you before closing again as he loses himself in your milk

♡ he makes some of the sexiest, yet softest little moans. Moans he'd usually be embarrassed of, but in these blissful moments with you he doesn't feel the need to be so on guard about that

♡ and no, Mammon doesn't care if Lucifer watches. Hell, if he's watching, he ain't lecturing. Which is always a great thing

♡ in fact, he even finds it a just a little bit satisfying, knowing that the eldest merely gets to watch as he drains you of everything your body has to offer, all for himself

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(I literally had to edit this post on the computer just to make the text yellow. Like it's the only color they don't offer on the app?? Why are you gatekeeping the color yellow, tumblr mobile?? XD )

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Flagging inception

Back in March 2019, a Tumblr user submitted a post to me with a screenshot showing an ad officially approved by Tumblr about 2 erotic books showing naked women (and yes, we saw n*pples) (censoring this word just in case it triggers the bot again). The women were sexualized and objectified for a straight male audience, one of the titles literally being “Lesbians for Men”...

And of course, since we could see dem n*pples, the submission was already flagged when I got to it. I couldn’t post it at all. I tried to appeal it, but it was reviewed as explicit. Below is the top of the submission (only showing their faces just in case) (this is getting ridiculous)

Some of you might remember I published a post titled “Yet another Tumblr ad flagged when posted by users!” to spread awareness of this and to warn the OP of why the submission itself couldn’t be posted. 

I tried to show the ad nonetheless and specifically censored the explicit images, hiding the n*pples and the left woman’s lower body (which was more visible than on the left) with black rectangles.

It didn’t get flagged, got a few likes and reblogs and stayed online for months. But guess what I discovered today when checking my blog...

That’s right! My post, with censored pics, denouncing the dumb flagging bot ended up getting flagged itself!

I’m gonna try to appeal it, but this is truly getting ridiculous @staff!

Why does this bot take months to flag perfectly fine posts?

Or is it because other users reported this post as explicit for some reason? But even then, doesn’t a human reviewer check the reported content before making the decision to flag it??

This is really getting tiring! I really hope Tumblr’s new owner Automattic is going to fix this sh*t