#fanfinction

Summary: Julianna was Tyrion Lannister daughter from a random whore, she was as what others say a replica of the late Lady Joanna Lannister. But little Juli wasn't t just a simple child, no she was made for something greater. Even thou she was a bastard Tyrion still took Julianna in, in an attempt to ire his father, the great lion Tywin Lannister. And add to that, King Robert Baratheon legitimized her just to annoy the old lion.

Watch as how she changed the Game of Thrones.

(Warning: Game of Thrones literally is a warning itself, but this story consist of incest, murder, manipulation, death, etc.

A/N: So I'm a newbie author and English is not my first language. So don't expect anything great. This is merely to satisfy my Tywin Lannister obsession. And I'm not really that familiar with how the court works in GoT and I'm also not that in depth towards it's lore, so please forgive me should I mistake something, and do tell me so I could correct it.)

"A woman carry a life that could change history itself, so why is it that we are seen less. When it was from our womb that gave life to all."

"I'll show you grandfather that a woman isn't just for child bearing."

"oh poor unfortunate father, given how smart you are you still failed to realize that grandfather has replaced you. The child that I carry will be the heir to Casterly Rock."

"Joffery, my dear boy, do not be foolish. I am your aunt we cannot marry. My love, look at me you will not disappoint me. Do you understand?"

"You may be queen but I have the love of Tywin Lannister."

"I am capable of many things even kinslaying."

"You do not know the misery I have experienced in slums, so please forgive me should I do anything to make sure my children never experience what I have experienced."

"When you first brought me here I was imagining the life I will have with my father, but your constant drinking and debauchery has lowered my expectations."

"Don't expect big things you'll only disappoint yourself."

"Your needle work has greatly improved." Tywin said as he entered my solar. He walked up near me and sat at the nearest chair. Given that I was sitting on the floor with soft wool underneath me, I had to really look up towards him.

"It's been the same, grandfather." I said with a slight glare. He merely sighed, in which I turned back to my stitching. "Dare I ask where is father?"

"Probably whoring his way in some brothel." He answered with clear annoyance and disgust in his tone.

"Have you ever been in any brothel, grandfather?" I asked with real curiosity. Given how proud the old lion was, my guess is he never did, and if he ever did it won't be for pleasure as he is always about business.

He hummed, and seemingly contemplated for a moment but he didn't answer my question.

But then I'm reading a really fancy type of fanfic AND I CAN'T

There's too many words, the order makes no sense, zero pictures are picturing in my brain, Google translates like the devil.

Haunting in Palo Alto: claims of a woman in flames. Sam checks it out. Muses on home. -- "Despite the fact you’ve seen it splashed across the horizon, tacky postcards, and screen after screen since, you’re always shocked by the fact the ocean isn’t a biting fiery red.

Dean had been holding back his regression this whole hunting trip and finally has a chance to regress.

He grabs his pacifier, which was custom made to look like the Impala. And he grabbed his favorite doggie stuffie that always calmed him down whenever he was in a bad mood. He regresses very quickly and plays around with his stuffie until he falls asleep, his pacifer was still in mouth and stuffie in his arms.

Sam wakes up early to make everyone breakfast but to his surprise Castiel is already in the kitchen sitting there looking down

"Cas, what are you doing in here. You okay?"

Castiel jumps up and looks startled for a sec but replies with "yeah I'm fine"

"Are you sure you looked down in the dumps"

"Yeah I'm just thinking about some of the research we've been working on trying to find any answer at all"

"Alright well I'm going to make breakfast, would you like some?"

"Sure Sam, thank you"

Sam cooks and shortly before the food is done he tells Cas to wake Dean up and tell him breakfast is ready if he'd like some...

Castiel knocks on Dean's door but doesn't wait until he walks in the room to see a pacifer in Dean's mouth and his stuffie

Castiel looking shocked but doesn't say anything instead he thinks to himself why would Dean have a pacifer? He's only seen babies with pacifiers and couldn't think of any theory as to why Dean had a pacifer besides for maybe a deaging spell

Dean jumps out of bed so fast he almost falls on his head and throws the pacifer to the back of his pillow and his stuffie

"Uhh hey dude, you ever heard of knocking?"

"I did Dean... Are you feeling alright?"

"Huh yeah I'm fine dude. What did you need?"

"Breakfast is ready, but are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Never better" he storms right past Castiel to go eat without saying another word

They had a very awkward breakfast and Sam was confused the whole time not knowing why they were looking at eachother so weirdly but he doesn't comment on their behavior

After breakfast...

Castiel asks Dean to go to Dean's room to talk alone, Dean agrees feeling anxious... Castiel closes the door and with a confused look goes

"What's going on with you? Did a witch get to you?"

"No Cas I'm fine"

"Dean... what's going on then? You had a pacifer and youve been acting super weird ever since I came in this room"

Dean uncontrollably shakes and tears come out of his eyes, he tried to stop but it wouldn't stop

"N-nothing" he looks away from Castiel

Castiel gently puts his hand on Dean's shoulder looking concerned "you can tell me Dean..."

Dean uncontrollably sobs and Castiel just sits next to Dean waiting for him to calm down knowing he could do nothing to help Dean right now until he told him the truth...

15 minutes later Dean calms down and says you can never tell anyone about this"

"Sure Dean, okay I won't"

"None of this you can tell anyone about"

"Okay"

"I don't even know how to say this but umm I guess here we are. I'm what you call an age regressor. I know you don't know what that means so I'll try to explain. It's basically where you think and act like a child and I can't usually control it for a long period of time it just happens and man I hate it so much it feels ridiculous"

Castiel looking slightly shocked yet confused

"Why would you think and act like a child? Is it a bad thing?"

"No it's not really a bad thing... apparently it's kinda common apparently there's communities for people like me and it's a coping mechanism cause of my messed up life"

"May I do some research about it? It'd get me off the other research I so desperately don't want to do"

"A-alright"

Castiel does his reseach about age regression and especially caregiving and realizes that's what Dean might need if he allows him. It was worth a shot, maybe it'd even brighten his mood since Dean always is upset

He goes back to Dean's room

"May I ask you something?"

"Have you heard of a caregiver?"

"Umm yeah, why?"

"Do you need that? Be honest please"

"Uh well I guess since you know everything else then um I guess yeah I've always wanted a caregiver"

"How about when it's just us two and you want to regress then I could help out"

"I-I actually?"

"Yeah Dean! You know how much I love seeing you happy"

"Alright uh yeah I guess we can do that, lets just take that part slow though I'm kinda already uncomfortable the way it is"

A Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader fanfic

An 18+ fanfiction- Minors DNI- All characters are over 18

Summary: As a college student, money is hard to come by. So you sit at bars rich men frequent and await your following catch. Men usually get to you before you can finish ordering your first drink, but tonight something, or someone, else has got your eyes

A/N: I said I would write a Rodrick fanfic, but the plot is so complicated, so this is like a pure smut break. Technically not the first fanfic I’ve written, but the first I have posted. I AM FERAL FOR THIS MAN!!! I’m VERY open to criticism, just be respectful and enjoy! (ps: I’m considering taking requests, so leave some if you want to.)

Every night feels the same.

Do your makeup and hair, and wear something provocative but not too crass.

You try to go to different bars every night, but rich guys mostly go to the ones on the outskirts, so you stay there.

The pay is way more than any other job for a full-time college student. It’s more than enough to pay for all your school-related expenses, and sometimes you even take your friends out for dinner. They know what you do, but they don’t judge, especially since most live off of dollar-store noodles. And you don’t mind the job either. The sex is fine, and the pay is amazing.

This night is no different than yesterday or the day before. You sit at the bar, and before you finish your first cocktail, a young-looking guy approaches you. He’s not very handsome, but it’s all the same as long as he is rich.

“Hey Angel, let me pay for your drink.” He says.

You explain your financial struggles in a way that makes you sound stupid and naive, and as a result, he fakes sympathy and offers to help you. At first, you felt terrible for lying to them, but if a ring isn’t stopping them, why should it stop you?

“Help me how?” You say, looking up at him. The wide eyes looking up and pursed lips are a classic.

“Well…” He starts, but he quickly loses your interest. You're not unfamiliar with the feeling of being looked at, but something felt different.

You look over his shoulder and see a man looking at you. He is sitting on a couch near a coffee table in the corner. The dim lighting makes it hard to see his face, but you can make out some of his sharp features. He is wearing a white button-up shirt that fits him just right, but he could be wearing anything else and still look captivating. He paired the shirt with black pants and shoes. The only other distinctive feature about him was his eyes. So deep and tempting that you can’t look away. Your mind starts to wonder what a night with him would look like.

Often when you have sex, it's like your mind leaves your body, and your eyes watch from the corner of the room as you bend, moan, and grind. All fake, of course. It’s like your body is a doll, and you are a puppeteer. You are contorting your body in a way that will please your audience. That audience is oblivious men. But he looks different. If you got to spend a night with him, you would savor every moment and get lost in the high or pleasure. Just thinking about it is making you hot.

You have been looking at him for what seems like seconds, but the man in front of you has caught on and is trying to get your attention back.

“So, does 5,000 sound good dear?” He asks.

“Uh huh…” You respond, looking back at his face but not processing what he asked.

“Great, I’ll make it worth your while.” He leans towards you and starts placing kisses on your neck. You pull back, startled, and excuse yourself.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You stand and scurry off to the restroom.

When you get there, you slam your purse in the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. What the hell has gotten into you? Why did you just run away from $5000!? Your face is flushed, and after you enter the stall, you realize you are soaking wet. What are you, a virgin? Good lord, get a hold of yourself! You’re returning to give that man a good time, take your pay, and go home.

But when you go back out, he’s gone.

Damn it.

You sigh and sit at the bar again. Having to put in double the effort wasn’t something you were looking for tonight.

“I'll have a sex on the beach, please.” You say. The bartender nods and starts working on it.

As you wait for your drink, you look around to see if that man who robbed you of tonight’s salary is still looking at you. But when you turn, he is also gone. You can't help a frown when you acknowledge that all your daydreaming was for nothing.

“Here you go.” You take your drink and down half of it at once. Maybe it's the drink or the hour, but something has got you rethinking your life choices. When did sex become a transaction? You remember when a man first offered you money for a “good time.” You were partying with a couple of friends when a guy your age approached you. He was cute, and had he asked to take you out on a date, you would have accepted. Now, plenty of “good times” later, you start feeling defeated. Is this all I'll ever be? You take another sip. A quick fuck when rich guys get tired of their wives?

“Excuse me?” A deep voice says from behind you.

“Yes?” You turn around, startled. After swallowing the knot building up in your throat, you wipe away the tears at the corners of your eyes. He's back. That man who stole your $5000 is back. And he's caught you at your worst moment. While he looks straight out of a fragrance commercial, you probably look like a pathetic, sad mess.

“I was looking at you from over there, and I uh... I thought you looked lonely.” He sounds scary, but something about his mannerisms is so damn inviting. He must be joking or stupid to think a girl like you could be lonely. Did he not just see that man trying to give you a hickey in the middle of a high-class bar? You look at him for a few seconds, trying to get words out but failing. His face looks skeptical when you don’t answer.

“I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bother you. I'll go.” He says and starts to walk away. You reach for his arm to stop him from leaving.

“No, don't leave. Who are you?” you say. You are going to show this man how lonely you are. You place a hand on his knee and lean towards him. His Adam's apple bobs up and down, telling you he noticed.

“My name is Miguel. What's yours?” He asks with a subtle smirk on his lips. He understands what game you are playing, and it looks like he is more than pleased to play with you.

You think to yourself for a second. “You can call me doll.”

“Oh yeah?” He muses.

Something about him calling you doll doesn’t seem half bad.

“Well, doll, you can call me Miguel” He says.

Not bad at all.

As soon as the elevator doors close, your mouth meets his. You can't even blame him. There is something between you two that is electric. During the ride here, it has severely challenging to keep your hands off him, which is why your bodies were impossibly close when Miguel asked you to dance, and why he held onto your thigh the whole ride to his apartment. His tongue tastes of liquor as it hits yours. You stumble into his room and throw him on the bed.

You start your usual show. You are teasing him by taking your sweet time playing with the straps of your dress.

His eyes follow your every move, zeroed in on the slit running up the length of your leg and stopping at your thigh.

You trace your hands all over your body. Starting at your neck, moving to your breast, then to your waist, lowering more to your thighs until you are to your heels, unhooking them, and tossing them across the room. Miguel’s jaw relaxes, eyes glazed over watching you. You climb over him, straddling him but not touching down yet. You can see the pressure building up in his boxers.

He looks at you as you bite down your lip.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asks, chuckling.

“What, you never done foreplay before?” You ask, confused.

“Let me tell you something, doll,” he says slowly. “You seem like a giver. I bet all you do is give, give, and give. And all those stupid men do is take.” He puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer and tracing kisses down your neck and towards your chest as he continuously murmurs. “ I want to show you what it feels like to take.” he starts sucking on the delicate skin, and you let your head fall back to give him access. A small moan escapes you, and it's refreshing not having to fake it.

“I want you to use me.” He lifts one hand from your waist and starts trailing your thighs.

“Use me like I’m yours.” He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

He picks you up and puts you back on your wobbly feet. He then pushes you against the wall gently. He is towering over you, his broad shoulders blocking you from seeing anything but him. Everything he does turns you on. No one has ever had this effect on you. He is huge, and this might be part of the reason.

He could crush you with just one hand, yet every time he touches you, he's gentle. It's almost like he is afraid he might break you. But, my god, you wish he would.

“Tell me what you want.” He says.

“I want you to worship me,” you say. “Please me.” you smile, grabbing the side of his face and pulling him down for a kiss. This one has no rush but instead passion.

He pulls away but keeps his face close to yours as he whispers, “Hm, I can do that for you.” He says, looking at you with dark eyes.

His hand travels up your thigh until it reaches your pantie line; you start whining as his thumb circles your clit over the thin fabric.

“Please.” You beg, grinding into his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Ride my hand.” He pulls the lace down and circles your entrance.

You are sopping wet, and he wastes no time slipping a finger inside you. You grind against it, desperate for more. Progressively you start getting louder, whinier. He leans towards your ear, and the deep groans from the back of his throat as he marks you are driving you insane. As he puts his fingers in you, the sounds coming from the two of you are beyond lewd. Clapping, heavy breathing, and wet slapping are all you can hear over your wild heartbeat and the groans coming from him.

You feel hot all over. Pressure starts building at the pit of your stomach. For the second time tonight, you feel like a virgin. He is making you question whether or not you have ever had proper sex before. Has anyone ever made you come this quick? No, but he's about to if he keeps hitting and kissing your neck while hand-fucking you.

Your moans have gotten louder, but you couldn't care less. You are getting lost in the feeling of Miguel’s fingers deep inside you.

“You like that baby? You are going to cum all over my hand” The filthy things he says in your ear only push you over the edge more. “God, look at you, squirting all over my hand, you needy whore.”

He makes sure never to lose eye contact with you as he finger-fucks you. For a second, he takes his fingers out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation. But then he gets on his knees, and still not looking away from you, he buries his face between your thighs. He kisses and bites them as he approaches your pussy, which is aching with the need to be stuffed with him again.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”He says.

His tongue finally makes contact with your clit with a slow suck that makes your body tense. Every time you look down to see him, he is looking up at you with his lustful eyes. You grind into him as he starts getting faster. He is practically holding the entire weight of your body on his arms and face. And he seems to be enjoying it too.

“Oh fuck!” You are practically screaming by this point, and if you weren’t too busy having the best sex of your life, you would feel bad for his neighbors.

Your hands tangled between his hair, give you a perfect view of his lustful face.

He puts two fingers back inside you and curls them at just the right angle. You feel a new wave of heat and pleasure washes through your body. You ride his face as you cum, ensuring you get all the pleasure you can. Your climax crashes into you like a wave making your legs numb, leaving him to support you up the wall. His face looks so fucking pretty after you just came all over it. Your juices are making a mess everywhere like you have never seen before.

Your body is still spasming as he gets up and kisses you, supporting your body with both his hands on your ass. You kiss back, not knowing how to thank him in words for what he made you feel.

“You taste so fucking good, doll.” He says in a raspy voice.

You giggle against his lips, “Thanks,” you say, still trying to catch your breath.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back in. As you kiss him, you touch something hard with your leg. Knowing you have this effect on him is making you want more.

“Ready for more?” You say mischievously, looking up at him again.

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A/N: I thought writing just smut was going to be easy, but omg, I was wrong. I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2 from Miguel’s POV, where he tells his version of this night (and a little more). This probably has a million mistakes, but again I’m open to criticism as long as it’s respectful, so let me know what you think 🫶