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Sansa's (K)Night

by PrincessJezebel on May 21, 2019
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

**Spoiler alert: contains spoilers through Season 8, Episode 4 of Game of Thrones. The feast was well underway at Winterfell. The Dornish wine was flowing freely. The living had defeated the dead once and for all. Arya Stark, the heroine of the battle, was off practicing archery. Daenerys Targaryen was standing alone, looking queenly. Jon Snow (aka Aegon Ta...

Game of Thrones - The Soldier Ch. 02

by Knoxic on Jun 4, 2019
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Chapter 2 - The Woods Vidon awoke the next day in his tent, which he shared with several other soldiers. Between the early morning wake up call for soldiers and Lady Arya, Vidon knew he wasn't going to be getting much sleep. Vidon got out of bed and did as every other sole present did, got changed into their armour and head off to quickly grab some breakfa...

Aprons For Gayle Ch. 20

by Addicted2Writing on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special thanks to MastersWench for another kick in the right direction. I can't get credit for Tuesday, as it was written by Scooter months ago. He wanted to share his expertise, giving us the wonderfully descriptive experience at Portmoak. Give him the props he deserves!! And thanks to him for editing. We last left off with Hamish and Gayle...

Aprons For Gayle Ch. 09

by Addicted2Writing on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Gayle is the young American woman who has taken on a six month contract to be a submissive maid to Hamish while living in a Scottish castle. This is in order to pay her mother's medical bills. We left our heroine on Wednesday night after recouping from stinging nettles and a disheartening call home for the first time. ***** CHAPTER NINE TH...

Game of Thrones: Baelish Broodmares

by The Lithomancer on Jan 19, 2019
Fan Fiction

Melisandre forged her path through the virgin snowfield of the Winterfell godswood, her breath coming in a billowing cloud that swirled amongst the falling snow as she stopped before the pallid boughs of the weirwood tree. She took some measure of solace in the cold and peace, content to let the snow comfort her svelte body as it encrusted her shoulders and...

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Kiss Me Cate Pt. 01

by Member389 on Sep 26, 2017
Romance

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive criticism as always is welcome in the comments, others will be dealt with in the usual manner. *** I'd been coming to this little hole in the wall tea...

Aprons For Gayle Ch. 07

by Addicted2Writing on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Being belittled and unnecessarily criticized shows nothing of your character, but it shows a lot of the other person's." I know it's been a bit longer to get this out as it has the other chapters, but I've been threatened by death to finish Hiliad's Special Gift. And as always, a big shout out to my cherished Editor. CHAPTER SEVEN Gayle...

Kiss Me Cate Pt. 12

by Member389 on Apr 23, 2019
Romance

I want to start off with thanking you for your patience. I hope it is well rewarded. No matter what we do, sometimes life gets in the way of our hobbies. As always I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it....

Kiss Me Cate Pt. 08

by Member389 on Sep 26, 2017
Romance

I'd like to start off by saying thank you for your patience. What with the holidays and work I've been having a hard time working on this story. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive critic...

The Music Room

by Saph618 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Jack O'Connor sighed, rubbing his temples, paying no heed to the streaks of grey he knew were there. It had been a long day. Sometimes it was just impossible to get his students to concentrate, or take in a single word of what he was saying. Sure, granted, there were always going to be kids without the slightest interest in musical theory, who wouldn't kno...