#I couldn't resist but to give a tiny little preview~!

[queenviserra]

Rhaenys' first ride

Summary:

The visit of the Prince of the Summer Islands to King's Landing is a great opportunity for the Spring Prince to take care of his little niece. Annoyed with his wife's attitude of not wanting to have a child yet, Baelon is confident that caring for a gentle child like Rhaenys will prove to Alyssa that she herself is wrong. The day's going differently than he planned.

Notes:The main characters in our story.

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, two years old, the center of the Targaryen family.

Baelon Targaryen, the Spring Prince, great admirer of his niece.

Jocelyn Baratheon, the guardian of the Targaryen family, loves her daughter as much as anything in the world.

Aemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne and affectionate father of his daughter.

And the dragons!

preview:"My dragon is yours while I'm here my Princess, you can always mount her, strapped to my chest. She loves to fly high through the clouds. So high up your father couldn't see her, but that should be our secret."

Her pale lilac eyes shone when he finished his sentence, the perfect mixture of his beloved siblings, his niece, looked at him with such adoration that his heart ached with love.

Jocelyn was more like an older sister than a relative, but Baelon knew she would not approve of his decision.

Nobody would, he suspected, except Rhaenys herself, who looked upon him with adoration whispering "I promise."

Soon the dragonkeepers prepared them and Vhagar for their flight, and Rhaenys held her breath, strapped to his uncle's chest, while Vhagar spread his huge wings at Baelon's command.

"Sōvēs Vhagar!"

The Dragonpit became a small dot beneath them, and the  Red Keep's red sharp roofs were also lost from the sight of her, and then Vhagar got lost in the warm feathery clouds, resembling the sea foam on Dragonstone.

The air was still warm, despite the height they were flying and Rhaenys hesitantly opened her small arms, stretching them as much as she could. They were not hands in her imagination, but wings, and she herself was a tiny dragon flying among the clouds.

"Ao sōvegon, ñuha zaldrītsos!" ( Fly, my little dragon!)

He only stopped to give her a kiss on her small head, and she felt every resistance melting in her, and a cry of joy escaped her soft lips!

"Wow, yes! I'm flying like a dragon!"

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[powerovernothing]

Questions? Questions? Tell me about how Korbin and his brothers have been?

Awww, why hello there, my darling Sarah!

So, let’s see here, in regards to how the boys have been over the last little while:

(*~*Updates, And Lore Related Talk Behind The Cut~!*~*)

In terms of their storyline in general, they have been taking a little bit of a much needed break from the crazy world in which they inhabit! Nothing really new has been happening in terms of adventures, as I am currently doing my best to finalize some of their older tales, so I can get around to uploading them on both here and Ao3 when they’re finally finished.

As of right now I am currently around 80% completed with a hurt/comfort story based around Lucien and Korbin, entitled “Everything’s Alright”.

Next on the list will be editing a humorous oneshot with the title “Bruma Winters, vs The Knight, The Emperor, And The Assassin.”, along with a currently untitled, more serious although gentle, one shot dealing with Lucien soothing Martin in the aftermath of Mysterium Xarxes related nightmares, and then one where Lucien endures nightmares himself. (”In The Dark Of The Night”)

Ironically, all of these are based around the concept of sleep, as it seems that even after all these years, I cannot let go one of my favorite things to do while I’m writing. And that is to end an emotional story with the characters falling asleep together. Should I probably try to find more creative ways to end my tales? Probably! But will I? Most likely not, hah!

And there is also my take on The Battle of Dagon, entitled “If This Is To End In Fire”, which is currently at around 60% completed – at around 12K words – but is on hiatus because of the length, and the fact that I lost sight of where the story was heading at the moment. But it should be picked up sooner or later!

If any of you guys are curious about these stories, or any of the others that I am currently working on, please feel free to drop me a message! Inbox, or Ims, I assure you that I never mind talking about them, and I welcome your curiosity with open arms!

However, if you are curious as to what the newest thing I have done for them lately was, well it was a touch of characterization and world building, actually!

I gave Martin’s adoptive father – the one who raised him on the farm, as he mentions in game when you find him in the Kvatch chapel – a proper name, backstory, and personality. When you look at Darius Surus at first glance, you probably wouldn’t really notice anything familiar, but if you know my past and one of my favorite old and lovable shames… Yeah, Darius is based off of Jonathan Kent because I couldn’t help myself. Outside of that, I also gave him an extended role in Martin’s life, and made his death be the reason that my version of Martin turned to drinking – and ultimately towards Sanguine.

Angsty, perhaps, but then again, have you met me?

Outside of that, I also did more development for Korbin’s mother, Erisia Kynrick, and his father Corvus Redd, who were incredibly loyal Dibella worshipers and who believed their love making to be tainted once Erisia became pregnant with Korbin, and assumed that their Daedra Lord would look down upon them for what they had done – when in reality it would have been anything but, as Dibella would have favored Korbin highly by having been conceived from an intimacy session in her honor – and from their own selfish fears, lead them to abandoning Korbin at the age of five on the streets of the Waterfront in the Imperial City.

Again, incredibly angsty, but rest assured that even though they abandon Korbin outright, and go on to enjoy their lives without hardly a blink of an eye in relation to what they did to their son, they wind up getting their karma in the form of a shadowy protector years down the road. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time that Lucien murdered a family member for a sake of a contract, or personal feelings.

But outside of that, and outside of some Next Gen related conversations that I have been having with my dear friends in the Discord Server, not much has really been happening lately! There’s the occasional Incorrect Quote here and there, and some Sims related shenanigans, but overall it’s been pretty relaxed! And honestly I think the boys deserve to take a little break now and again, don’t you?

Thanks again for asking, and I hope you enjoy these answers~! Lots of love and kisses for you! ♥~

Wanna drop me a message, pick at my brain, or ask about something relating to my Oblivion related stuff? Feel free~! Just be warned my replies may be kind of lengthy, hehe!

[missredherring]

Dieter Gets It

Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

Rating: M

Word count: 497

Warnings: titty fucking. thats it.

Summary: You didn’t get the appeal of this, but Dieter does.

A/N: Look, when @frannyzooey ​ asks for some titty fucking thots, I endeavor to provide some. The reader has saggy breasts because they deserve appreciation too. All breasts are good breasts. 

This is not the same Dieter/Reader from “The Roles We Play.”

"Did you think I'd be on my knees for this, Bravo?" You raised your eyebrow at him from the couch in his trailer. It was plush and didn't have a hole in the arm like yours did.

"Uh... Yes?" He looked a little lost and a lot ridiculous, standing there in his open pea green robe that revealed a threadbare shirt and boxer briefs with bears on them.

"You're lucky I'm agreeing to this. You get to figure out the logistics." Your voice was muffled when you leaned up enough to strip your shirt off. "I suggest leaving the bra on."

You were laid out completely, pillowing your arms beneath your head to display your chest to its best advantage.

He shook himself out of the initial stupor and held his hands up in the universal "I'm gonna touch a boob" position. It looked like he didn't know where to start before his brow furrowed and he pouted.

"No bra."

You shrugged and reached back to unclasp it, tossing it away and laying down again. The both of you watched as, without the support, your breasts immediately made a run for the side of your chest, leaving a flat plain in the middle. You snorted and tried to focus on the soft give of the cushions and not what you were sure was a disappointed expression on his face. Bras really worked wonders.

Warm, soft hands grasped your breasts and brought them up again. You gasped when he softly massaged them, testing the weight and give of them. Why were his hands so damn soft?

"I fucking knew it. They're perfect." Any hesitation was gone from his voice now and all you could hear was the anticipation and satisfaction.

His huge hands made your tits look luscious with the way they spilled between his fingers. He seemed unable to resist plucking your nipples once, twice, and one last time before pulling away. Apparently he needed his hands to shove down his boxers and then to steady himself while he straddled your torso.

You were sure it was the angle that made his half hard cock look huge as it lay, hot as a brand, on your sternum. His shirt rucked up over his soft middle, and you could just feel the barest press of it against your breasts when he gave an experimental thrust. 

The bottle of lube looked tiny in his hands. Where the hell had he gotten that from? One of the robe pockets? You hadn't seen it in your initial scan of the trailer. Dieter grinned and the snick of the cap opening was so loud in the trailer. You could even hear it over the sudden thunder of your heart.

"Can't believe you're gonna let me fuck such pretty tits. I've been dreaming about it, baby."

Cold lube splattered on your chest, a few droplets landed on your chin. You couldn't help but think it was a preview of what was to come.