#ocv

[sapphiel]

tol demon goth gf and her womanlet murder wife

[ryahtargaryen]

AEMOND TARGARYEN HEAD CANONS — SFW

— soft spoken

aemond is a very soft spoken man. not one person can say they have ever heard the prince yell. he may sometimes he raises his voice to be heard in a crowd. other times he may quarrel with his brother and get a bit heated as they insult each other, but aemond has never yelled. especially not at his wife.

— shy

aemond can be quite shy. he does not often go out of his way to speak to people he does not know. he is his wife’s shadow. apart from ryah, he usually only interacts with aegon, calla, and/or helaena.

— depth perception

aemond has poor depth perception due to only having one eye. he often walks slow as to not bump into or trip over anything. he either holds his wife’s arm or the railing when descending down stariwells. when he approaches others or they approach him, his first instinct is to hold an arm out to gauge how close they come. he does the same with objects. he extends his hands out in front of him as to not make a fool of himself by bumping into something or falling over. most times, things are closer than they actually appear to him.

— blindsided

when aemond is angry or displeased he will turn his head away from whoever or whatever his frustrating him so that the only side of his face that is visible is the side with his eyepatch. he refuses to make eye contact when he is angry and it is the easiest way to ensure he cannot see the root of his frustration. the action is known as “being blindsided” and it was named by aegon, who is more often than not the only person aemond willfully blindsides.

— hands, hands, hands

because half his face is scarred it’s sometimes hard for him to fully express his emotions via expressions, so aemond expresses himself with his hands. he gestures to express his enthusiasm. he slams them down onto surfaces when he is angry. he claps when he laughs. he snaps to get attention. he uses his hands to convey many emotions— just be careful not to stand on his left when he’s in a heated debate. he won’t be able to see who stands beside him and he has accidentally hit many a person more than once.

— swearing

if asked, aemond will say he tries his best not to swear because he thinks it’s impolite. in reality, he swears like a sailor. the curses he uses most in a day are: cunt, prick, and fucking (usually followed by imbecile). ryah finds it amusing but alicent gets a new gray hair every time she hears him curse. he’s worse than aegon.

— love language

touch. aemond is more often than not quiet around anyone who is not his wife. he is reserved in his affections— which is why touch is such a sure and meaningful way to know aemond cares and loves. he hugs his brother when he hasn’t seen him in months even though he would never utter the words ‘i love you’ to his face. he kisses his sister-in-law’s cheek to greet her and squeezes her hands earnestly when she speaks to him— for calla has a habit of insisting she hold people’s hands when she talks to them. he is the reason his children do not like to be put down. he is content to hold his babies until his arms feel like they will fall off his body. his wife…well, his wife never starves for affection.

— misandrist

his favorite hobby is telling men to shut the fuck up when his wife is speaking. because she is a woman heir, she is subjected to prejudice that boils his blood. in court and amongst the high-born of the other houses, the only time he may join in on a conversation or butt-in to one is to defend his wife. he knows better than anyone how strong, capable, and smart women are and how damaging it is when their worth is defined by how many babes they can produce. he is outspoken about women picking up swords, enjoying non-feminine passions and hobbies, and taking charge.

— sick

when aemond is sick, he lays in bed like he is made of glass and will not be seen again until he is better. despite most believing he would have a hard time laying still and accepting care, a simple fever can have him bound to bed with his wife pressing a cloth against his forehead. whether or not he truly feels so feeble when sick or uses it as is a free pass to spend time with his wife, aemond generally disdains being poorly.

— crow

not only is aemond’s favorite animal a crow, he has the memory of one. he remembers every face he’s ever seen and never forgets a name. he remembers every detail of a person to the freckles on their face to the wrongs they’ve done to someone he holds dear. aemond does not forget and he does not easily forgive.

— fern

aemond and ryah have a dog named fern that he is absolutely obsessed with. fern follows him everywhere but the small council. he was their first baby. he may very well be the true heir to the iron throne, but aemond will not confirm or deny anything. not only does he train fern to behave well enough to not cause trouble in the keep but he commissions a saddle be made so that his children can ride fern through the halls like a dragon. fern absolutely loves it.

— sexuality

straight. to his bisexual wife’s dismay, aemond is a straight man. the queer targaryen gene skipped someone for the first time in history and it was him. although, when drunk he can be persuaded to admit he’s had queer thoughts but he does not think he’d ever act on them 1. because he’s happily married and 2. they would not be his wife.

— his worst habit

one habit that aemond has that everyone around him complains about at least once is that he hums to himself. in the middle of the night while ryah is trying to sleep? aemond is humming in bed beside her. when someone is speaking in the small council? he’s humming just loud enough that it makes people stare until he stops. he hums to himself so often than sometimes those around him don’t realize he does it until he changes the tune and they notice it again, restarting the cycle of: “aemond, please stop.”

— pet peeves

1) repeating himself. he hates when he has to repeat himself. even though he knows he mumbles, he still can’t help but be annoyed when asked to say what he said again.

2) sneezing without covering their mouth. he will walk away from someone who either didn’t cover their mouth when they sneezed or sneezed into their hands. instant conversation ender.

3) sniffling. he’s the kind of dad to hand his kid a tissue and say “blow your nose right now” so he doesn’t have to listen to the sniffling. unless someone is crying — in which case he lets it go — he will insist they blow their nose.

4) being interrupted when he speaks. he is already quiet enough and takes a while to warm up that when people cut him off, he won’t open his mouth again to speak ever.

5) jacaerys being in the same room as him. (iykyk)

hotd ocverse aemond >>>

[aegonshusband]

rhaemond being THE IT dark academia couple of westeros… people wish to be them i think

[callastargaryen]

Barn fort :< callaegon ver

Aegon guided Calla to the horse stables in the courtyards of the castle, the two giggling as they slipped past the stable guards. Aegon had insisted the two spend the night outside, or rather as close to outside as they were willing to go. They had hidden blankets and pillows under materials in the corner of an empty stall earlier in the afternoon, once they arrived they fished them out and set up a small fort.

“And you’re absolutely positive the stable boys agreed not to rat us out?” Calla asked, taking her hair down from her braid and finger combing her hair anxiously.

Aegon nodded, crawling over to her and sitting criss crossed. “Absolutely. Who would want to get the Prince and Princess in trouble only a few short days before they are to become man and wife?” He eased. He slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Calla hummed and nodded her head. “Even if they do, what are they to say? Make fun of us for sleeping with horses?”

Calla laughed as she climbed into Aegon’s lap and burying her head into his shoulder. “Aegon, I can think of many things we can be made fun of for,” she mumbled. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly.

“You worry too much of what others think. Aren’t you supposed to be the uninterested twin?” Aegon mocked, running his fingers through her hair.

Calla’s head was still in his shoulder as she spoke. “I’m still allowed to have feelings.”

“Did i say you weren’t?” He asked.

“You make it sound as if I shouldn’t care about what anyone says,” she began before lifting her head and making eye contact. “It’s like what Jacerys says, ‘you’re a Taragaryen Princess, you should be a diplomat, you should learn to rule and to lead your family’. I’m sick of it. I can’t wait for us to be out of this godsforsaken castle,” she ranted. “I just want for the two of us to be left alone and out of court duties.”

“I wish for nothing more than the same, Calla. Your brother is arrogant and believes as a man he should be her heir. I take what he says with a grain of salt and so should you. He’ll better suit Dragonstone where he can spew his shit opinions to someone who will listen. I pity my sister for having to marry such a man,” Aegon said.

Calla laughed, wiping the tears that started to form in her eyes. “He thinks his train of thought is the only one you should ride and it’s ridiculous, Aegon. I don’t know how Helaena stands him.”

“She swears that he isn’t that bad. I still pity her.”

The two spent the night rambling to each other, hanging out of the open window to stare at the stars. They were set to marry within the next week, and move to Oldtown within the next year. Calla was impatient to leave, wanting to escape the eyes and mouths of the council men.

[thelittlestspider]

i'm now reminded of one of the og concepts of the ocv was that people in power basically bought off superheroes, killed the vigilantes that actually tried to help people by going against them, and then used them to make clones to use for their own personal gain/entertainment.

[h0rr0rsaxo]

So..song fic. Here we go. Song: Dinner and Diatribes by Hozier

Here are the main lyrics that really go with the idea!:

-Dinner and diatribes, I knew it from the first look of, The look of mischief in your eyes.

-I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me, What you'd do to me tonight, Tell me, Tell me, Tell me, ah

-Honey, I laugh when it sinks in, A pillar I am of pride, Scarcely can speak for my thinking, What you'd do to me tonight, Now that the evening is slowing, Now that the end is in sight, Honey, it's easier knowing, What you'd do to me tonight

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The general idea for this fic is having like being in the middle of a very intense dinner party with tons of people all around, talking and watching. So ocv Anni and the others are forced to attend another one of Enid's fancy dinners and Enid loves to invite lots of people. So they all go to sit down, most of the guests are already there and Anni sits right in front of this one man that she is all too familiar with. Zane. Zane has his usual assassin outfit on, the hood, the mask over his mouth and she can just see his eyes and the look he gives her, especially when he takes off his mask and she can see his glowing red eyes and smirk. She knows that this is going to be a hellish night. When the dinner starts, all Zane has to do is look at Anni in a seductive way and suddenly her world is spinning and her body starts to heat up, its from Zane's influence.

Anni tries getting up to leave, but two of Enid's servants stop her and Enid shoots her a look. So she is forced to stay and endure Zane's torture. Someone even tries talking to Anni and Zane won't shut up in her head.

"Darling, someone is talking to you. Wouldn't want to be rude and keep them waiting, now would you?"

"Oh sorry, am I distracting you, honey?

Anni is embarrassed, flustered and pissed. Maybe one of the others notice and they ask if she's okay...

(Feel free to add or change anything. If you have any questions about Zane then feel free to ask and I also recommend watching the music video for inspo and ideas if you need it!)

[ Dinner and Diatribes. || Simp party. ]

Warnings: Slight mentions of NSFW.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: No comment🚶‍♀️

Word count: 2,069

Honey this club here is stuck up

Dinner and Diatribes.

Anni took a deep breath as she stepped into Enid's opulent mansion, adorned with chandeliers and gilded frames on the walls. She was used to these fancy dinner parties by now, but that didn't make them any less intimidating. Enid, their Goddess and host for the evening, loved to show off her wealth and connections, and always invited a crowd of wealthy and influential people. Anni and the other proxies were expected to attend as well, to add to the ambiance and make Enid look good.

As Anni made her way to the dining room, she could hear the chatter and laughter of the guests already seated at the long table. She saw a few familiar faces, some she had met on previous occasions, but most were strangers to her. She tried not to make eye contact with anyone as she made her way to her seat, but she couldn't help but notice the man seated directly in front of her. Zane.

I knew well from our first hookup

The look of mischief in your eye

Your friends are a fate that befell me

Zane was a fellow assassin, and he and Anni had worked together on a few jobs in the past. They had a complicated history, to say the least. Anni tried to ignore him, focusing instead on the elaborate place settings and the food being served. But she could feel his eyes on her, and it made her flustered— uncomfortable even.

Zane was dressed in his usual assassin outfit, all black with a few weapons hidden in various pockets. Anni couldn't help but wonder why he felt the need to wear that to a dinner party, but she knew better than to ask. Zane was unpredictable, and she didn't want to say or do anything that could set him off.

Hell is the talking type

I'd suffer hell if you'd tell me

What you'd do to me tonight

As the dinner started, Anni tried to keep her head down and focus on her food. But then she felt it, that familiar sensation of heat and spinning. She looked up and saw Zane, sitting across from her, looking at her with his seductive gaze. Anni tried to resist, but she knew that Zane had a way of getting under her skin.

"Dinner is quite something, isn't it?" Zane said, his voice low and smooth. She ignored his words, but it only egged him on. "Darling, someone is talking to you. Wouldn't want to be rude and keep them waiting, now would you?"

Tell me

Tell me

Tell me

Anni tried to focus on the conversation, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Zane was watching her every move. She felt like she was under a spell, and she knew that it was from Zane's influence. She tried to get up to leave, but two of Enid's servants stopped her. Anni could feel Enid's eyes on her, and she knew that she was trapped.

That's the kinda love

I've been dreaming of

As the night wore on, Anni became more and more uncomfortable. The other guests were drinking heavily and getting louder, and she was starting to feel claustrophobic. She tried to make small talk with the people around her, but she was distracted by Zane's presence. He was watching her, always watching her. She could feel his gaze, lingering all over her body. It was uncomfortably hot.

That's the kinda love

I've been dreaming of

Anni couldn't take it anymore. She needed to get out of there. She stood up and tried to make her way to the door once again, but the servants blocked her path— annoyed to see her try to leave again.

"Leaving so soon, Anni?" One of Enid's snarky servants questioned, her voice laced with venom. Anni tried to explain that she wasn't feeling well, but the servant wasn't having it. She ordered Anni to sit back down and finish her meal. Anni was trapped, and she knew that there was no way out.

As the night dragged on, Anni felt like she was in a nightmare. She was surrounded by people she didn't know, and she couldn't escape. And worst of all, she was under Zane's spell, unable to think clearly or act on her own. She knew that this was going to be a long, long night. The way his eyes occasionally dragged to her, practically begging for her to just come near him— it only darkened the blush in her face.

Honey I laugh when it sinks in

A pillar, I am upright

As the meal progressed, Anni found herself getting more and more anxious. The conversation around the table was focused on wealth and power, things that Anni had little interest in. She felt out of place, like a fish out of water. She tried to contribute to the conversation when she could, but she felt like her opinions were dismissed or ignored— but that was delusional thinking, considering everything she said came out in incoherent mumbles that both Kellin and Vince couldn't seem to understand.

Scarcely can speak for my thinking what

You'd do to me tonight

Zane, however, seemed to be right at home. He was charming and witty, and the other guests seemed to hang on his every word. Anni couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy— his charismatic attitude was something she wished for. She didn't want to admit it, but she was still attracted to him, despite everything that had happened between them.

Now that the evening is slowing

Now that the end's in sight

As dessert was being served, Enid stood up to make a toast. Anni braced herself for another long speech about Enid's accomplishments and wealth, but instead, Enid surprised everyone by announcing that she was possibly inviting a new candidate to her empire and passing on the majority of the responsibility to her proxies. Anni couldn't believe it. This was a huge opportunity for her, but it also meant that she would be working even more closely with Zane.

As the other guests congratulated Enid and began to filter out of the dining room, Anni felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Zane standing behind her, a small smile on his lips.

"Congratulations, Anni," he said. "Looks like we'll be working together more closely from now on. I definitely wouldn't mind that," His eyes once again dragged across her figure, this time a gloved hand gently pushed a strand of hair behind her ear— before he leaned in to whisper, "Not at all.."

Now that the end's in sight

Honey, it's easier knowing what

You'd do to me tonight

Anni tried to keep her cool, but her heart was racing. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this. But as she looked around the opulent dining room, surrounded by all these wealthy and powerful people, she knew that she had to step up. She was a proxy now, and she had to prove herself worthy of the title. She practically shoves him away, before flipping him off, and marching back to the only people she was familiar with.

Tell me

Tell me

Tell your man

Anni takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down. She can feel her heart racing, and she knows she needs to get a grip. She looks around the ballroom and takes in the stunning decor. The walls are draped in rich fabrics in shades of red and gold, while the chandeliers sparkle with thousands of crystals. The room is filled with people dressed in their finest clothes, chatting and laughing over glasses of champagne.

That's the kinda love

I've been dreaming of

Anni takes a sip of her own champagne and tries to focus on the conversation around her. She's here with Varrick, the demonic man who had loved her for several years, and similarly didn't wanna attend this stupid party. Though, Varrick is a successful musician, and he's always involved in some philanthropic endeavor or another— especially since it would look good on Enid's reputation. Anni secretly loved that about him, but she can't help feeling a little out of place in this world of glamour and wealth.

That's the kinda love

I've been dreaming of

As she looks around the room, she catches sight of Zane again. He's standing in a corner, surrounded by a group of people who seem to hang on his every word. Anni can't help but feel a little envious of his effortless charisma. She knows he's one of the most skilled assassins in the world, but he's also incredibly charming and handsome. Anni hates to admit it, but she's always had a bit of a crush on him.

That's the kinda love

That's the kinda love

That's the kinda love

That's the kinda love…

Varrick notices her staring and follows her gaze. "Zane, huh?" he says, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He's practically pouting with how much his face was scrunched up in disdain.

Anni rolls her eyes and takes another sip of champagne. "Don't be ridiculous," she says. "I just think he's an arrogant prick."

Varrick chuckles. "Well, he is that."

They continue chatting and mingling with the other guests, but Anni can't shake the memory of Zane's touch. She feels a mix of anger and confusion, and she can't help but wonder if there was something more behind his comment. Was he trying to flirt with her? Or was he just being his usual obnoxious self? As the night wears on, Anni finds herself growing more and more restless. She can't stop thinking about Zane, and she keeps glancing over at him whenever she gets the chance. She can see that he's watching her too, and she can feel a strange pull between them.

Ohhhh

Let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised

And that kind of love

It's very rare for Varrick to come to dinners like these, only because his goofy personality is switched over to a sharper version of himself when he’s at work. At work, his charm is ruthless and enticing, made of cleanly sharp blades and clever posterity. The insecurity and poutiness that the demon usually displayed was buried.

Ohhhh

Let there be damage ensued and tabloid news

And that kind of love

Varrick slips a hesitant hand across her waist and plants a sweet kiss to the side of her neck, his favorite spot. “You look absolutely stunning.” Anni rolled her eyes at his compliment and slightly pushed him off. And he was right, she was stunning, even getting some looks from around the large ballroom. They made jokes, talked about Enid's prestigious reputation and floated alcohol with her. She would have enjoyed the night and the attention, if Zane wasn't clouding her mind with those taunting eyes of his.

Ohhhh

Let there be damage ensued and tabloid news

And that kind of love

Varrick seemed fine, but Anni knew him well, despite the smile on his face. She notices something wrong and her forced, tipsy smile drops into an annoyed frown. She excused herself in between the little group that had formed around her and leaning against the table beside Varrick, gripping his button up shirt with her fingers. He had already pulled back his sleeves to his elbows, nursing a scotch.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” She asks, watching as he puts the glass to his lips and takes a sip.

“Nothing, just feeling a little bit lonely.” he smiles. “I told you that you were stunning. But now I'm a little jealous of everyone getting your attention. Especially Zane.”

“What's with that?” Despite her words, her smirk beamed wildly. As soon as he saw it, he cackled out a laugh. He smirks, adoring her words as he pulls her into a tighter hug, resting his head on the side of her head in an appearance of sweetness. She doesn't see the harsh look he gives out to Zane, the wave of warning coming off of him in waves as he stares at each and everyone of them down whilst pressing a possessive kiss to her shoulder.

That's the kinda love

I've been dreaming of

That's the kinda love I've been dreaming of

[ndrfoxglove]

[selliko]

A parte dois que eu não postei 😃

[arcademyth]

new (old) arcady ocs just dropped,

these boys are kota and milo, 2/3 of my holy trinity of Oldest Surviving OCs. they're just a couple of gay ass motherfuckers who make up 2/5 of a moderately successful band that i STILL haven't named. i made these two when i was twelve. i'm almost twenty-six now. this is advanced procrastination. but anyway they're cute :)

[sapphiel]

Doodles:

Mavis (Express) and Clover (Deck 52) being sisters lol

@dead-in-the-zone's sona doing an a.

A character I made for Express: Damien, a former acquiantance of Desby and an ex-bounty hunter, now a hired hitman who takes more pleasure in the hunt than the money.

Schism!Amalthea, coz it's been a while since I last drew her

Matilda exercising her Russian.

[ryahtargaryen]

Aemond Targaryen NSFW alphabet

(my headcanons for my hotd ocv/dr) — MDNI

A — aftercare

aemond is prone to getting carried away with how hard he thrusts during sex. between him and his wife, sex is far from vanilla— so it is no surprise his wife may end up sore by the end of it. he is always quick to wipe her down and hold her close. he strokes her hair. kisses her face. he rubs her hips and her tummy. more often than not, his wife will fall asleep during this time for they like to fuck every night before bed.

B — biting

aemond bites. whether it is playfully on the lip to entice his wife as he kisses her or rough on the back of her neck as he pounds into her from behind, aemond loves to bite. leaving his mark on his wife is one of his guiltiest pleasures.

C — cock-warming

aemond loves to be inside his wife and will take any chance that he gets to make it happen. whether it be in the library with her sitting on his lap as they read, sipping wine on the sofa in their bedroom, or spooning her as they sleep, his cock will be sheathed inside of her like his sword at his hip.

D — dominant

aemond prefers a dominant role. there are times he likes to lay back and submit to his wife, but it’s more fun to take the reigns. with his wit and charm, it’s so easy to make his wife melt. he likes to be listened to and she listens so well. secretly, there is a guilty pleasure to be found in dominating the heir to the iron throne and it makes his cock unbelievably hard.

E — experience

aemond was inexperienced. he had never dabbled in any sort of sexual acts before marriage. his wife was his first and she is his only. he learned what felt good and what did not with his wife. present day, he has no trouble making either his wife or himself cum.

F — favorite position

it’s hard to pick his favorite until he thinks about how it feels to fuck his wife as he spoons her. to crawl into bed and slide in behind her to find her naked makes him instantaneously hard. he loves to grind against her ass and nip at her shoulders. he loves the way her hair smells. he loves to slide his cock inside of her and hold her close by slipping his hands around her and clutching her breasts within his palms. he loves to wrap his hand around her throat and murmur sweet nothings into her ear as he fucks himself into her.

G — grunting

aemond grunts. it is not often he moans. he only moans if his wife has teased him by delaying his orgasm for a prolonged period of time and he finally gets to spill inside of her. apart from those rare instances, he grunts. lowly. deeply. his voice is gravelly. his breath comes hard and fast. he grunts and grunts and grunts— and it turns his wife on to hear him make such a delicious noise.

H — hair

aemond has silvery blond body hair everywhere except his chest. he does not enjoy chest hair and is very thankful he does not grow a lot of it. he shaves it despite his wife wishing he’d keep it— what little of it there is. he has a silver happy-trail that leads down to a bush of blonde. as for his wife’s body hair, he cares not if she shaves.

I — intimacy

aemond struggled with intimacy when he and his wife first got married. despite being fit, he is a very skinny, lanky man. he had a hard time being naked in front of his wife since he was not buff or bulky like other men. he feared she would not find him attractive. his scar added to his worry. the first few times he lay with his wife, he refused to take his eyepatch off. he rarely took it off around anyone. he feared she would cringe from his touch if she saw the socket filled with a sapphire. present day, he is starkly different. he prefers being naked to sleep. he hardly wears his eyepatch when alone with his wife. he pouts if she does not give him attention. he showers her in affection and can hardly ever keep his hands off of her.

J — jacking off

aemond does not usually masturbate. if he is aroused, he will seek out his wife. if for some reason she is not around — which is entirely rare — he will palm himself through his pants. he enjoys teasing himself more so than touching himself. it makes him all the more eager to be inside his wife. besides, he doesn’t want to waste a drop.

K — kissing

aemond is a very tender kisser and he does not shy from kissing his wife in a room full of people. strangely — considering his tendency to be rough — his kisses are never vulgar. it is the one thing that consistently stays passionate and slow. he savors the way she tastes. when he does dip his tongue inside her mouth, he does not choke her with it. he enjoys biting her lips, but that is the extent of his roughness when he kisses his wife. he loves to cover her in kisses. her cheeks. her ears. her throat. gods, her throat. her breasts. her belly. her cunt. her thighs. her hands. kisses, kisses, kisses. she deserves each and every kiss and he’s more than happy to cover her in them.

L — location

anywhere. if his wife is willing, aemond will drop his pants anywhere. their bedroom. the library. the dragon pit. the sept. the dining hall. the throne room. the throne itself. he’s always wanted to fuck her on throne— but it is too dangerous. he will fuck her anywhere and anytime as long as she is safe and comfortable.

M — motivations

aemond’s biggest motivation/turn on is when his wife grinds against him. he’s weak to it. in bed at night, his wife will scoot back against him and grind her ass against him. if he is sitting on the sofa, she will climb into his lap and grind down against him. standing in a crowded room, she will press back against him and discreetly move her hips. it turns him on no matter the time or place.

N — no

aemond has a long list of yes, please and a very short list of no, thanks. the only things he has ever said no to are: trying polygamy (not that his wife has asked for it since they agree they don’t want to share each other), bondage (applies only to him because he hates being restricted), blindfolds (the thought of being completely blind makes him anxious), and silk sheets (he could not hold himself up on the silk sheets and he almost broke his wife’s nose head-butting her when he slipped).

O — oral

aemond loves oral. giving? receiving? he has no preference. he has crawled under tables and desks to lick and kiss his wife’s cunt. if he can hardly draw breath under the skirts of her dress or weight of her thighs, the better it is. he loves the taste of her. when it comes to receiving, he loves to fuck his wife’s mouth. he enjoys when she hangs her head off their bed and lets him use her mouth and throat. it makes his eye roll back every damn time.

P — pace

aemond moves hard and slow. he buries himself deep into his wife— hard and slow. the moans that escape her and the whines that slip from her lips are fuel to his fire. often, he quickens his pace only to return back the steady, deep thrusts. when he and his wife finally agreed to have babies, it was very easy to get her pregnant.

Q — quick

aemond is not a fan of quick sex— but that does not mean he will pass it up. if all he can get if five minutes, he’s going to savor those five minutes like a starving man with crumbs. instead, he enjoys taking his time with his wife and drawing her to peak after peak. he like to thrust hard and slow, which is why quickies are never enough to satisfy him fully. good thing his wife feels the same. they are quick to pounce on each other when they reconvene.

R — rough

aemond is rough. his roughness stems from passion. he fucks his wife with everything he has in him. even when they agree to be vanilla, he still pounds into her like his life depends on it. most times, it truly feels like it does. he enjoys pulling his wife’s hair. he loves biting her. he is not opposed to spanking her. every now and again, he gives her a firm but light slap on the cheek when they dabble in power play. the couple enjoys experimenting— and rougher kinks are some of their favorite. despite his love for being dominate and rough with his wife, aemond has never purposely hurt her to the point of tears and he never would.

S — stamina

aemond can go — at the very least — two rounds per night. for a whole day, it depends on what they did the night before. he often stays semi-hard after cumming which makes it easy to entice him into a second round. during sex itself, aemond lasts a decent amount of time. for the first round, he can last anywhere from 25 to 35 minutes. for the second around, he’s lucky to last over 10.

T — talking

aemond enjoys dirty talk. he loves to whisper into his wife’s ear about all the things he wants to do to her. he loves making her beg. he loves hearing her plead for more. he, too, loves to beg. he is unafraid to be vulgar with her. he is open about what he wants. if he wants to try something new, he tells her openly. communication is important to him. not only can it add to sex and spice it up, but because he only has one eye it can be hard to see everything going on. not only is he blind entirely on one side, but he has poor depth perception due to it. verbally guiding him during sex can sometimes be crucial— especially if he is drunk.

U — undress

he loves to watch his wife undress. he will sit at the end of their bed and watch. he enjoys helping her undo all the laces of her dresses. his cock stirs as he watches the fabric slip down her body. it never ceases to amaze him how perfect she is. he, too, likes to undress in front of his wife. while it took him a while to be comfortable with originally, he enjoys it now. he loves the way it feels to be watched by her. he loves to see the color rise to her cheeks as he undoes his belt. he loves the way she squeezes her legs shut at the sight of his pale skin. half the fun of being naked in front of her is undressing.

V — valyrian

aemond commands his wife in high valyrian. he uses high valyrian when he and his wife engage in rougher kinks. it makes him feel powerful. to smack her on the ass and whisper, “dohaerās,” into her ear makes him hard. serve me. when they try something new and he feels her tense, he tells her to be calm. “lykīrī,” he’ll murmur as he kisses her cheeks. be calm, my love.

W — whimpering

aemond will do anything to make his wife whimper. a whimper from his wife is enough to push him over the edge more often than not. he adores it when she whimpers like she’s in heat. rarely, he’ll whimper. it doesn’t happen often unless she is teasing him with her hands. when she rides him with the intent to top him, she will sometimes refuse to let him cum— and that will illicit an immediate whimper from him.

X — x-rated

aemond’s darkest kink is his affinity for kn!fepl4y. he does not enjoy drawing blood or harming his wife — they have never gone that far — but he does enjoy holding it against her throat. he enjoys the way she trembles with excitement and adrenaline. he has dragged the edge of his dagger along her thighs to open them. he has made her kiss the cold steel. he is always careful and never holds it to her while they fuck, but it adds an edge to foreplay that both of them enjoy.

Y — yearning

aemond is almost pathetic when it comes to yearning for his wife. there is only one thing that can break his stoic resolve— and that’s his wife. throughout the day he will see to his tasks, but the gods help him when his wife crosses his mind. he will fold like paper and sulk if she is not near. when she is near, he is desperate to hold her gaze, be inside her, or simply hear her voice. in crowded rooms, he is her shadow. he goes few places without her unless duty calls for it. when he does part ways with her, he gives her three kisses on the lips and always whispers, “i love you,” before he goes. his wife knows she is loved. she’s never once had to question it.

Z — Zzz

aemond falls asleep only once his wife has been properly taken care of after sex. the only time he is prone to falling asleep right after sex is if he is drunk or sick. as for his usual, common night, he enjoys holding her as she falls asleep. more often than not, he watches her fall asleep. he loves to play with her hair and see her expression soften as she drifts off. once he knows she’s asleep, he will rest his head beside hers and close his eye.

[aegonshusband]

calla and snowfyre flying around kingslanding tbh

SILVERWING House of the Dragon 2.07 | "The Red Sowing"

[aegonshusband]

Calla and her relationships

Calla and Rhaenyra-

Being one of her first born, and one of the twin flames, she loves her daughter very dearly. Growing up, she allowed her daughter to do as she pleased as long as she stayed within Kingslandng. She didn’t mind if she disliked royal duties since she kept up with her studies. Calla got her love for horses from her mother. They rode at least once a week, spending hours outside. When Calla moved across the country to Oldtown, she was very sad to say goodbye to her daughter.

Calla and Daemon-

Calla was a daddy’s girl growing up most definitely. Calla spent hours in the courtyard watching her father train the kings guard. He sat her on her lap as he corrected his men. He took her riding daily, even before she could fly herself.

“She’s a true Targaryen, who cares how old she is when she rides?”

When she married Aegon, he cried. When she moved to Oldtown, he cried.

Calla and Rhya-

Oh my god please don’t get me started on them. They make me sick. They are best friends, closer than anything. For sixteen years they were attached at the hip. They very much reflect me and my best friend and I think that’s very clear. Rhya is Calla’s biggest ally, supporting her decision to move to Oldtown, telling her that if that is what she wants, pursue it.

Calla and Jacerys-

Jace was Callas shadow growing up, especially with her father. Jace and Calla practiced their sword fighting together while their father corrected them both. Jace loved to pull pranks on his sisters alongside Luke- getting in trouble whenever they pulled a stunt. Since he was betrothed to Helaena, and Helaena was like a sister to Calla, they were always together.

Calla and Lucerys-

They aren’t particularly close. They have dragon riding in common- along with enjoying swimming. They found common ground in silence.

Calla and Caeserys, Aelon, and Aerion-

She isn’t that close with her younger brothers. She spent more time with her twin, Aegon and Aemond. They visit her at Oldtown occasionally.

Calla and Aegon-

I love them so much. Growing up, they were two peas in a pod. They spent every moment together when they could. Their marriage was uncontested, being praised. I could talk about them for hours, they’re truly soulmates.

Calla and Aemond-

They are close. He’s basically a brother to her. Growing up, Aemond, Rhya, and Aegon would sneak out of the castle at night and go into the city. I could think of many stories.

When he comes to visit Oldtown, Calla is delighted to see him. She missed someone quiet and calm.

Calla and Helaena-

They are like sisters. They’re very close. I feel like the only way I can describe them is as best friends and sisters.

[callastargaryen]

Aegon sfw :3

Small collection I’ve been gatekeeping for a while… not sry dr aegon you have my heart <3 I love my husband dearly I don’t care

- He is very interested in geography, particularly of Essos. He knows every important house of Westeros and their Lord. Being the kings son, he was destined to be a Lord of some sort. He was schooled like a Prince, and when he was 10 he began to become fluent on High Valyrian because Calla was fluent at 8. He’ll be damned if he is viewed as stupid. Aegon and his wife mainly speak only High Valyrian and they treat English as their second language.

- He most definitely has ADHD and he fidgets with his fingers just like his mother. His hands are often bloody after a day when he’s subject to sit in court without Calla. When she is there and notices him fidget, she holds his hands tightly. Calla herself finds comfort from skin to skin contact and so does Aegon, it’s a way they sooth themselves.

- His eyes are very, very expressive. It’s hard for him to hide what mood he’s in because if he’s sad, his eyes are puffy and dull. However if he’s happy and excited, there’s a light in his eyes like no other.

- Aegon learning how to braid because his daughter Arra asks him too makes me so, so happy. She enjoys when the handmaids do it of course, however spending time with her father she enjoys more. He practices on both his daughter and his wife, becoming a pro very quickly under Mary’s guidance.

- In his daily life he normally takes charge when the time arises. While they were growing up he was overly protective of her, often taking blame for her mistakes and accompanying her everywhere he was able to. In court, he stood up for her when Jace and the councilmen gave snide remarks about her dislike for her duties. When they moved to Oldtown, before they became the official Lord and Lady they are often undisturbed. The two will go weeks at a time without visitors when they are home. When their family visits, he finds no reason to act any way since they are simply family.

- After Aegon becomes lord when Otto dies, their royal involvements remain minimal and they focus of being good a Lord and Lady for Oldtown. They stay living on their farm, Caserys and Baela living in the Castle. Aegon keeps Casey close and uses him as a advisor, helping him oversee the city residents and make sure that things stay in line.

- He keeps his hair long, a little bit past his shoulders. He does it out of habit from always having long hair when he was young, and because his wife refused to let him cut it short. He enjoys being able to have his hair put in simple braids as well as the Targaryen tradition of keeping their hair longer.

[thelittlestspider]

me: ooh vampire wip what's tha--

the vampire hunter wip is like what if jennifer check was a vampire cheerleader and jennifer and needy were even more toxic

also me: TARGET ACQUIRED.

i wish i had a specific ask besides "how much can you infodump without giving yourself carpal tunnel" because like. i have to know more.

okay so i haven't really planned this out because i sort of hit a block with this wip. idk if all this is actually going to make it in, but here's what i have so far:

- it's sort of vaguely inspired by buffy and jennifer's body. really it's inspired by toxic girl friendships and trying to get away from an abusive friend who you had a thing with. also vampires.

- it's part of a set of stories set at a college in a fictional town called hell's gate. they're all supposed to be holiday themed: slasher (halloween), the house at lake sinister (xmas), and the vampire hunter wip (valentine's day). but i have other stories set in hell's gate that aren't holiday themed like The Birthday, the werewolf sorority wip, and The Blue Period.

- the mc is barbara kinney (21), a former cheerleader from texas trying to forget the traumatic event that caused her to transfer to [redacted], along with her childhood friend sidney. i haven't figured out what her major is yet. she's in sort of a casual poly thing with sidney and his boyfriend manny, and she's just broken up with veruca, the soon to be vampire in question.

- then we have veruca seether (21), the antagonist. i feel like veruca is a rich girl who just sort of got into college because she likes to party, and is really selfish and cruel. like the only person she really vibes with is her roommate/girlfriend lisa, and it's because lisa is just as awful as her.

- barbara meets a new girl shannon who just moved to hell's gate (to investigate the vampire attacks) and is moving into the rental house to replace barbara's old roommate, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances (this happens a lot in hell's gate). barbara offers to show her around campus, and the two hit it off.

- unfortunately veruca finds out and flips shit over it.

- i can't decide whether veruca either gets attacked by a random vampire or whether there should be a vampire sorority next to the werewolf sorority that she joins and they turn her as part of initiation, but something goes wrong?

- so veruca gets bitten and starts to change. her teeth start falling out to make room for stronger ones/fangs. she gets these weird dark veins around her eyes. she looks corpse like. until she finally gets blood, then she looks healthy again.

- another thing i can't decide is if veruca confides in lisa about needing blood, because lisa is a cannibal serial killer and they could hunt together. but it might be too easy? idk. but if she did, they would get weird about it.

- veruca gets more obsessive and vengeful and decides she's going to kill barbara and shannon.

- okay so. i had planned for the showdown to happen at the valentine's day mixer, but i'm not sure if it's going to happen. but it would be funny if it did.

- another idea i had was that after they kill veruca, somehow barbara and shannon get struck by lightning and become immortal like an age of addaline situation. then they show up later in the future in the present timeline. (not sure about this one, because if someone asked me the reason behind this choice, i couldn't give an answer lol. i'd just be like bc i thought it was cool.)

[h0rr0rsaxo]

Okay so I had an idea for ocv Varrick....I kinda forgot demons had heats for a minute there and when I realized that demon Varrick has heats...well I just had to do something with that idea. So this is obviously gonna be smutty....

So the idea is Varrick having his first ever heat. He has no idea what it is that's making him so hot and aroused and very grumpy...but lets say that ocv Anni is gone on a mission and Varrick just can't get his heat stricken mind off of her. He's sure that she won't be back anytime soon and he is so horny that he goes to Anni's room and lays in her bed, surrounded by her scent and all her personal belongings. He's super pent up so he obviously tries to fix his issue and is too caught up in his issue that he doesn't realize that Anni is standing in the door, mouth open in shock and just staring at the display in front of her. When Varrick sees her he freaks out, thinking she'll be mad or call him pathetic but she simply shuts the door and walks over to him, stripping and then crawling on top of him. She decides to be generous and help him out, but not before she teases him and edges him for a bit, making him all whiny and needy and he practically has to beg for what he wants.

"Aw, does that feel good? Keep making those sounds and I may just give you what you want~"

(this request is just pure filth, so there is no obligation for you to do this...and if you do decide to do this, then take your time, no rush, especially if you aren't feeling good...)

[ beg. || simp party. ]

Warnings: Smut...pure shut.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: Did I really just write pure unfiltered smut? Yes, yes I did.

Word count: 2,246

The pillow covered in Anni's scent was at the center of Varrick's little nest, its soft olive scent giving him comfort. Normally the scent of her was too strong and overwhelming for him to enjoy, something almost bringing her to tears. Anni's scent however was sweet and rich, drawing him in closer instead of pushing him away. Waiting for Annu to arrive started to grow unbearable the deeper into heat he fell. Varrick could feel his  pants tighten and precum begin to seep through his boxers, soaking the blankets in his 'nest' but he was too overwhelmed to even care. His skin was crawling, the temperature nearly unbearable.

He was unsure how long had passed since Anni had left on a mission but it had to have been hours, he was in absolute misery. How in the hell did he ever think he would be able to handle this on his own? The pain only grew worse with each minute, and the need was unbearable. Tears started to gather in the corner of his eyes as his mind started to haze. 

The house was deadly quiet as Anni walked down the hallway. She found herself looking for signs that he was home. Her nostrils flared automatically; searching the air for the scent of recently cooked food. All she smelt was the soft, pleasant smell of the pine air freshener he scented the house with. She heard nothing but the soft pitter patter of her boots on the hard-wood floor. She took them off after a moment’s consideration. 

She placed her shoes to one side of the door and walked further along the corridor. It was clear that Varrick was not downstairs. She had half-expected that he would still be on a mission when she arrived. He would be home soon either way, she knew. Quickly checking through the two adjoining doorways, Annu started to head upstairs. She was careful to be quiet, despite the fact she suspected that Varrick was not home. She felt like an intruder. She reached the top of the landing and turned to face his bedroom. His bedroom door was slightly open; just a crack. She could not help but take a step closer. If he was home, great. If not, she could take the opportunity to have a quick snoop around his room. As she approached the door, she thought she heard a quiet hum of sound as she pressed on the wooden door, as though a television was playing very very quietly.

Anni heard his small grunts before she had even reached the half-closed bedroom door. Although she had heard those exact sounds dozens of times before, it didn’t quite register in her brain and she pushed on the wooden door firmly. It swung open and she took a step into the room without thinking. The double bed she usually slept on alone was adjacent to the door; giving her a full body view of the demon who had snuck into her room. He was lying on his back against the white sheets, his body completely naked. His left leg was tucked up on the covers; his foot flat against the sheets. His left hand was wrapped tightly around the center of his straight, hard cock; pumping up and down in rough, jolty movements. With each little jolt, he let out a throaty grunt. His eyes were half-closed; eyelashes fluttering against his lower eyelid like the wings of frantic summer butterflies.  

Her mouth lulled open as she took in the sight. It wasn’t as though she had never seen him touch himself before, but she had never observed the act in these stark conditions. Slowly, Varrick lulled his head towards her and met her gaze. His deep, amber eyes connected with hers and she felt herself stop breathing. Anni's mouth was open but she found herself unable to speak. He carried on his little violent motions as he looked at her; his fingers tugging on his cock. She felt herself growing redder with each passing second as realized he was challenging her to do something; either take a step closer or leave. He felt pathetic for doing this, but his heat didn't let him stop— not even for a second. He ended up finally pulling away, desperate tears springing up into his eyes from the loss of pleasure, "F-fuck, Anni, I'm sorry— I-I didn't think you would be home so early—"

His eyes watch in shock as she closes the door behind her, a little smirk gracing her lips before she sheds herself of her clothes— giving Varrick a little show as she smirks at his widened eyes before crawling on top of his body.  Varrick squirms around on the bed beneath them, hips arching up for some sort of friction but she lifts her hips and moves her hands away. Varrick lets out a frustrated sigh, cock throbbing and standing at full attention from her constant teasing.

“Anni, please just… just touch me!” Varrick whined, shivering as she raked her nails up his sculpted chest and looked at him teasingly. He loved her, but right now she was being a horrible tease! She'd teased him the entire week, brushing past him and leaning in to whisper things into his ear throughout the day, making dirty jokes between missions.

"No~ I don't think so~" Anni purred, a dark glint in her eyes as they stared down at the submissive male under her. The demonic man blushed, biting down on his lip.

“P-please, touch me. I need it, please…” Varrick pleaded and her tongue dipped out from between her mischievous lips to drag across her bottom lip at his obedience. Mercifully she trailed a hand down his toned stomach, and took his hard cock into her palm, slowly pumping him from base to tip. Varrick moaned, hips arching up into her hand. “Oh! Anni, please, more… faster—Mmh—oh god!”

"Aw, does that feel good? Keep making those sounds and I may just give you what you want~" 

Anni swiped her thumb over the head of his dick, smearing the precum across his heated flesh and using it to lube up her fingers, her hand sliding up and down his shaft easier. She varied ner pace and grip, keeping him guessing with a sudden squeeze or series of faster pumps. As her boy twisted above the sheets she made her way down his body, dragging the flat of her tongue over his abs and trailing her kisses down to his hips. Varrick shuddered as she peppered kisses across his inner thighs, hand still moving up and down his cock. 

“Ahh, ah…!!” Varrick panted, fingers digging harshly into the sheets as he drew close to the edge. A strangled groan and then several curses were torn from his throat as she licked a stripe up the underside of his length before taking him into her mouth all at once. “FUCK! Yes, please~ Anni, yes!”

She could tell he was getting close. His hips were struggling against her firm hold in a desperate attempt to fuck himself up into her mouth, his mouth was agape and babbled praises and mewlings for more streamed from it. His abdomen was contracting underneath her palm, and his frantic breaths only quickened as she sucked earnestly on his dick. Before she suddenly pulled away— he looked up at her questioningly, until tears spring up into his eyes from the sudden warmth around his length.

Varrick sobbed, head tossing from left to right and hips bucking wildly into hers, causing her to moan out at the sheer force of his frenzied thrusts. His hands ripped from the sheets to grasp at any part of her he could reach, searching for purchase. She hissed as his fingers bruised her thighs, his back arching off the bed in increasingly frequent intervals as rapidly approached his end, no doubt a tightly-wound coil of heat festering deep within his belly, ready to explode at any moment. His hands slid from her hips and she startled as he sat up, throwing himself into her arms and burying his face between her breasts as he mewled and moaned into her flesh. She adjusted her position, leaning back onto her haunches so she could still bounce on his lap efficiently, her head tipping back at the glorious angle it provided.

His eyes met her suddenly, an intense, unconditional love spiraling in those gorgeous amber hues that made her melt and wrap her arms around his trembling form.

“AH! Ahh-HAh~ MMmmph… fuck me, fuckfuckfuck… Yes, I’m ‘b-bout to c… ‘bout to—” Varrick clenched his eyes shut, his entire body tensing and his back arching into hers. His heart threw constant punches against his chest, the air momentarily stolen from his lungs. And then he finally shattered, a wail of absolute bliss ripping itself from his sore throat and filtering out into the humid air of her bedroom. His noises only continued as his cum spilled inside of her in thick, hot spurts, his teeth burying themselves into her shoulder to muffle the rest as he shook in her arms. Varrick was still cumming, the most satisfactory orgasm he’s ever experienced overtaking him, plunging him into a whole other world of sensation.

When he finally stopped squirming, he collapsed into her. She pressed him forward to lay on the sheets, running a hand through her overloaded demon's hair in a moment of soft vulnerability before she started moving on top of him again. Varrick cried out, hands moving to hold her but couldn’t bring himself to follow through with it when he felt himself twitch back to life inside of her. The pleasureful overstimulation of it all overwhelmed him, sending him reeling. She continued to ride him without mercy, chasing her own release as his hardness pressed against her walls in all the right spots, the head of his cock jutting into her sweet spot hard enough to send her into convulsions each time.

The way Anni squeezed around him, slamming down onto him with every bounce had Varrick teetering on the edge again. His eyes were rolled back into his head, mouth open wide and tongue sticking out of his mouth like a hound, panting heavily as even more drool pooled from behind his lips. Sobbing moans filled her ears as her walls clamped down around him like a velvety-coil, squeezing his orgasm out of him not a moment later. Varrick let out a broken moan, his entire body shaking and the bed underneath her squeaking in protest. Her own eyes stared at the ceiling as she finally came after what seemed like hours of denying herself any relief, her jaw dropped, eyes rolling in their sockets as she came all over his hips and the sheets beneath them.

Anni fell forward after the contractions finally stopped, her own whimpers mixing with his own as the both of them collapsed onto the sheets. In her daze, she didn’t realize that her hips were still moving, grinding back and forth just slightly— it drove him crazy. Running her fingers through his hair, she murmured soft praises to him and gently slid him off of her to lay down on the bed. After stepping out to grab a washcloth, water and snacks, she returned to see Varrick looking at her with a soft and tired smile, reaching out to her with wide open arms. She joined him on the bed, letting him lean on her and giving him sips of water as she helped him clean up.

— . — . — 

Kellin strode down the hallway with purpose, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He had been searching for Anni and Varrick for what seemed like hours, and his patience was wearing thin. As he approached Anni's room, he paused for a moment and took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

To his surprise, he found Varrick lying on top of Anni, their bodies intertwined in a warm embrace. Kellin couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "What do we have here?"

Anni's eyes widened in shock as she realized she had been caught in such a compromising position. "Oh, shit," she muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Varrick, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by Kellin's presence. He merely snuggled closer to Anni, nuzzling his head into her chest with a contented sigh.

Kellin shook his head in disbelief. "You two are just too soft," he teased, a grin spreading across his face. "I never would have guessed that you, Anni, of all people, would be such a cuddler."

Anni rolled her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment behind a facade of annoyance. "Shut up, Kellin," she grumbled, pushing Varrick off of her and sitting up. "It's not like you've never cuddled before."

Kellin laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Touché," he said, before turning to leave the room. "Just don't let me catch you two getting too cozy again, alright?"

As he walked away, Anni let out a sigh of relief, glad that the embarrassing moment was over. She turned to Varrick and gave him a playful shove. "Thanks for making me look like a complete softy," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Varrick merely grinned in response, pulling her back into his arms. "Anytime," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I love cuddling with you."