#v; horns of steel

[hysteria-things]

VEGAS

based off of this

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: while on a trip with chris in vegas, you get a little too excited when you see his new instagram post. you just can’t help yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, teasing, masturbation (female), spanking, p in v, slight choking, hair gripping, semi-public, making out

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,029

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: chat i have mixed feelings about this one😔

❝i’m losing my patience, this ain’t staying in vegas!❞

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this kid. he has to be doing this shit on purpose now, and nothing pisses you off more. he thinks he’s so fucking clever.

for context, matt and chris came to vegas for justin’s big poker game. you decided to tag along, but currently, the three of them are downstairs in the hotel common area to hang out. wanting to give the boys their own time, you stayed in the suite.

you’re sitting on one of the chairs on the balcony enjoying the city sounds and the night sky until your boyfriend decides to do this.

ah, the rule. it’s simple, yet impossible at the same time. chris set it a while ago when you were acting like a brat, and it stuck from that day on. if you break it, you’ll get punished.

RULE ONE: never touch yourself when he’s not there.

let’s face it. you had your hand down your pants the moment you saw that photo.

not caring if people around can hear or see you, your fingers slide in and out of your dripping hole with ease. you make sure to capture it all, the squelching noise and your moans getting louder the faster your movements go. “chris.” you whine, wishing they were his hands instead of yours.

the shake in your legs gets tenser the closer your high gets. “going to cum for you.” you moan into the phone, biting your lip to silence the scream you want to set free. it doesn’t take long for you to make a mess of your digits, exhaling from relief. you don’t hesitate to send the video to him.

heart beating in anticipation, you hear the front door shut not even minutes after the last message. all you do is stare into space and patiently wait for the person you need most to come outside.

his footsteps get closer before the sliding door opens and closes, your innocent-looking eyes finally meeting his as he walks in front of you. he crosses his arms without saying a word, and you spread your legs to show what he does to you. he licks his teeth, admiring the mess sitting between your thighs.

a trail of cum connects from your pussy to a small puddle beneath you on the chair. from the slickness, it’s practically begging for chris’s cock to abuse your insides.

in the blink of an eye, he grabs your calves to pull you to him. you gasp, him cupping your ass to lift you over his shoulder. he gives you one… two spanks before setting you down against the railing.

pressing hard against your clit with his thumb, he moves it in fast circles. “no teasing, please.” you protest, lolling your head back with a moan.

“you’re the one to tell me to not tease?” he scoffs, now moving his thumb slower up and down. “you’re lucky i’m going easy on you tonight.”

looking down ashamed, his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. your tongues intertwine, the noise wet. chris swallows your sounds of pleasure.

lips travel down to your neck, licking and biting at your skin. not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to drive you crazy. the erection in his pants nudges at your clit, not helping with the sensation you already have there. his breath is hot on your ear, teeth nibbling at the lobe. “turn around.”

when you do, he grips your hair to bend you over the cold steel, lifting his shirt that you’re wearing. you look down at the pedestrians below, who are completely oblivious to the actions happening above them. cars drive by, some horns honking in the distance.

chris’s pants bunch up on the floor when they meet it, aligning himself at where you are desperate. you gasp when you feel his dick stretch your walls, wrapping tightly around him.

before he’s about to thrust into you, you decide to take matters into your own hands. your hips move up and down, fucking yourself on his cock as you grip tightly on the surface in front of you.

groaning contently, he rests his free hand on the small of your back, giving you a spank here and there. licking his lips, he doesn’t take his eyes off the way you bounce back against his pelvis. the way your ass recoils is mesmerizing.

your moans are soft, lids fluttering closed when your legs start to tremble. because of that, you can barely move yourself anymore. then, you feel a hand wrap around the front of your throat once again, lifting your head to rest on a shoulder. “what were you thinking about, hm?” chris asks, thumb grazing your cheek. “what made you cum that hard?”

eyes opening, you shake your head. his hips thrust slowly, hitting that spot nice and deep. “you’re just so handsome.” you whisper, tears glazing your orbs.

his thrusts get more brutal when he kisses you, silent screams leaving your mouth. clicking his tongue, he leaves a smack on your ass. the stinging makes you accidentally cry out before stopping yourself.

he chuckles. “don’t be shy. let everybody know whose cock you’re screaming on.”

your moans get louder the more he hits your g-spot. you take a look down — where you could’ve sworn you made eye contact with a passerby.

the grip on your hair tightens, his dick throbbing against your clenching walls. you’re about to cum, and he’s not far behind you. the speed of his hips has you on your tippy toes, whimpering loud into the las vegas air. “i’m cumming. fuck, i’m cumming!” you squeal, making a mess down his base.

pulling out, your fluids drip down your legs, chris painting your back white. he lets go of your entire body, immediately almost falling to the ground if the railing wasn’t holding you up. you lean your head over it, trying to catch your breath. he smirks at the view.

after all, he’s been with you long enough to know what your cycle is like. perhaps he did make that instagram post on purpose; just for you. knowing that you’d cave. oh, well.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖂𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕽𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷 - 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊.

𝙰𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ~ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

𝙶𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚢 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚜

𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Word Count: ~3.5k

Relationship: demon!Ari Levinson x virgin witch fem!reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (size kink, unprotected p in v, breeding kink), violence, witchcraft, self cannibalism? SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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You breathed deeply as you checked your sigil and ensured the circle of salt was complete, placing crystals and candles around yourself before sitting back on your heels and closing your eyes. The backs of your hands rested on your knees when you began to chant in a low voice, swaying when you felt the power starting to flow through your veins as your voice grew stronger.

“Fortitudinis filia sum et rapui omni hora a iuventute mea. Caeli me alloquuntur! Concupiunt et cupiunt me furioso appetitu! adumbrata calenti saxea, et purpureo nubilo tectus sum. Ego autem defloratus sum, et adhuc virgo! ecce! Educam tibi natos, o vir Arximoro!!”

The sigil started glowing a deep red and you opened your eyes, your breath catching when smoke that smelled of sulfur began to fill the room. When you heard a distant roar you steeled yourself, keeping a dispassionate look on your face when the furious noises grew closer. Horns appeared in the center of your circle and you fought every instinct that told you to prostrate yourself and beg forgiveness. You were the strongest witch of your age, there was none alive who could hold a candle to you. You would not cower and beg like a simpering girl, no matter that you were making a show of supplication.

As soon as he broke through the haze Ari growled, shaking his head and thrashing his tail while he took in his surroundings. When he realized he was bound he snarled, testing your circle and groaning at the strength of it and gnashing his teeth as he threw himself against the ring of salt. He hated the plane you had called him to, the stench of humanity and the cool air was like a curse. Then he spotted you kneeling at the edge of the circle and bared his teeth, crouching like some massive predator about to pounce as his silver eyes raked over your naked body.

“You stupid little witch…” Ari licked one of his massive fangs and sneered when you just stared back at him, his claws digging into the wood floor as he thought about dragging them across your tempting flesh. “Unbind me now and I promise to leave your body as lovely and unbroken as it currently is.”

“If I am stupid then remove yourself from my restraints.” You winced and cursed yourself under your breath, hating that you had already lost control of your mouth. “Um..I am sorry, my lord.” Even though you had him bound and you needed to remain strong you would still show him the respect he was due as a Lord of Hell, since you didn’t want to end up filleted when you eventually had to release him. “But I fear they are a necessity as I make my plea.”

“Foolish girl.” He tossed his head and let out a rumble from deep in his chest when you dipped your fingers in fragrant oils and began to draw runes on your breasts and stomach, surprised at the sudden feeling of desire he felt stirring in his core. “Make your plea and make it quick, I have more important matters to deal with than some needy little witch. What do you want?”

“There are a great many things I want, my lord.” You could feel the way the intent of his gaze started to shift and it made your breath grow shallow, your eyes sliding up his body until they met his and you let out a small gasp at their intensity. “But what I need is a child. And a worthy mate to sire the child.”

“And you wish for me to sire your spawn? How flattering.” Ari let out a harsh laugh and rose to his full height, rolling his shoulders as he gazed down at you from his eight feet and ran his forked tongue over his bottom lip. “Tell me why you require the seed of a Lord of Hell, woman.”

“I will show you, my lord.” You mentally checked your bindings as you rose to your feet, biting your lip and bowing your head as you turned so he could see the brands that had been seared along your spine. “A warlock bought and bound me, using my power as his own and binding me to his will. I cannot break free without the seed of one of the most powerful of all demons.”

Ari snarled when he saw the marks on your back, his tail lashing back and forth while rage started to creep through his veins. He could look at you with as much disdain as he wanted, he was a Lord of Hell and you were mortal. The stink of humanity tainted you, in spite of the fact you were a witch of incredible power. But even if you were below the hierarchy of Hell, you were still a servant of the Dark Lord. The fact that some worm of a mortal with no power of his own had made such a vile claim on you, a handmaiden of Lucifer, was an offense of the highest order. You were being wasted on some mortal’s whims instead of serving your eternal master as you should.

“Tell me where he is, little witch.” Ari started to push at his bindings again, his voice low and feral as he thought about ripping into the man who had dared to defile one of the unholy servants of Satan. “I would see this mortal punished for his crimes.”

“He is asleep. I brewed a draught that will keep him unconscious and unaware of my activities for the next hour.” You knelt at the edge of the circle again, fighting against every independent bone in your body and bowing your head respectfully as you continued to address him. “Even in death he has arranged for my bond to pass to another warlock just as vile as he. I can only be freed by demonic seed and the spawn of an unholy Lord. This is my plea to you, my lord, to bear your child and be your humble servant in exchange for being released from this bond that was placed without my consent.”

He almost purred as he watched you lay at his feet, his claws scraping against the wood when he flexed his toes as he considered what you were asking of him. You were as comely a witch as he had ever seen, and he wasn’t one to deny himself the pleasure of a mortal lover, much less one that was only half mortal, such as yourself. And the smell of power that came from you was intoxicating. A child borne from a union between the two of you would be a creature of incredible strength. He couldn’t deny that the thought of propagating his line with a witch as lovely and impressive as you aroused him, heat flushing his body as he stepped as close as he could while the circle was still complete.

“I will do this for you, little one.” Ari breathed deeply when he saw you relax, leaning down and pressing his thick fingers to the floor at the edge of the circle. “But know that I expect something in return:”

“I will give you whatever you desire, my lord.” You began the process of releasing him from your circle, extinguishing the candles with a flick of your wrist and pricking your fingers so you could adjust your sigils as needed. “I will bind myself to you my lord. I will be your humble servant. If you wish to take the child once it is born I will let you. All I wish is to be free of this man and his cruel desires.”

When you freed him from the circle he stretched his entire body, his massive wings unfurling and his tail lashing back and forth before he stepped closer to you. His eyes bored into yours, and he found himself licking his lips at the intensity of the hunger in your gaze. You gasped softly when he wrapped his tail around you like a lover would their arms, your breathing growing heavier as he pulled you off your feet so he could drag his nose over the curve of your neck. Ari breathed in your scent deeply and growled at the sweetness, lifting you even higher so he could rub his face against your breasts. He laid you on the floor and licked his fangs while he stretched his body over yours, his massive frame caging you in while his tail snaked around your soft body and he started to brush his nose down your stomach.

“Mmm, I love the smell of a virgin cunt.” Ari purred when he nuzzled at the plump folds of your mound, hooking your knees over his horns and spreading your thighs wide so he could press his face against your dewy flesh. “So sweet and unspoiled.”

“That is lovely but I require your seed… oh!” You whimpered when his forked tongue slithered through your pussy lips, your back arching and your eyes fluttering closed when the cleft in the thick muscle toyed with your clit. “Fuck.”

Ari just growled while he tasted you, savoring the sweet flavor of your virginity and watching your body writhe for him. The pleasure of soiling a virgin was unlike anything else in any of the spiritual planes, and the fact that you were offering yourself to him so willingly, even if you were a little bit sassy about it, just made everything better. He purred against your flesh before slipping his tongue inside you, his lips spreading in a grin when you cried out and kicked your little feet at the new sensation. Your body and mind were already surrendering to him, he could feel it, he could practically taste it as his tongue pushed deeper inside your wet warmth.

You could feel your core growing tighter while your body rolled against his face, your breath leaving you in small whimpers and gasps as pleasure raged through your veins. When you felt his thick tongue undulating inside you your vision went white, your toes curling and the taste of your own blood filling your mouth while you bit your lip in bliss. Your breath was heavy in your chest as you came back down, your body limp as your new demon lover rose to his knees and drew you into his lap with one massive hand.

“I had to warm you up, little witch.” Ari purred and dragged his nose along your sweat dampened temple, huffing out a laugh when you could only mumble nonsense in response as his free hand moved to line his gargantuan cock up with your creamy pussy. “Don’t want to actually break you while I’m breaking you in. Not if I plan on keeping you around.”

The way he lazily leaned back against the wall as he manhandled you should have been annoying, but the arch of his brow and arrogant smirk of his full lips only served to make your cunt drip even more. He kept licking your juices off his lips while he watched you struggle to regain some semblance of control over your mind and body, but then his thick tip slid through your pussy lips to catch at your entrance and all you could do was moan.

Ecstasy. That was the only word for the sensations that overwhelmed your body when he pushed inside you. A violent scream of pleasure escaped from you once you were completely full of him, your cunt spasming wildly around his cock. There was pain, but there was also bliss. He was bigger than anything you could even imagine, and the barbs that surrounded his shaft made you stretch even more as you arched your back and whined. Your thighs started trembling as he guided you down on his length, his free hand cupping your jaw almost tenderly when you felt your virginity tear and let out a pathetic mewl.

“Shhhh, it’s alright little one.” Ari grinned wickedly when you choked out a thin whine as he rolled his hips under yours, his hand on your waist gently keeping you upright even while his eyes glittered mischievously. “Just let every thought drain out of that pretty little head except for how good it feels. That’s it.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head when your hips finally met his, your muscles quivering with the effort of stretching to accommodate him. It should have been impossible for his cock to fit inside you completely, but it was, making you feel every one of the fleshy barbs along his shaft that would swell and throb in his release before he started to slide you up and down his length with no effort. Ari growled pleasantly when he watched your nectar and blood drip down his cock as he pulled you up so just his tip was nestled inside you, then snorted out a laugh when you yelped as he dropped you back down again. One of his thumbs started tracing the curve of your breast idly, making him grunt when your pussy clenched around him before beginning to snake his tail around your legs and between your thighs.

“What a sweet, soft little witch you’ve turned out to be. You enjoy this, don’t you?” Ari chuckled when you just nodded at him, swatting your ass with his tail and making you yelp again as he slithered the tip between your cheeks. “You will find that I enjoy when my lovers tell me how much they enjoy what I do to them with words, little one, especially when it’s their first time. Is it as wonderful as you thought it would be?”

“It’s… ohhhh, fucking Lucifer.” You dropped your head back and keened when his tail dragged through your slick before pushing inside your ass, your hands clutching at the thick fingers that held you as you felt new warmth spreading through you. “It’s… it’s incredible… so full… my lord.”

“Mmhm, and you look lovely all stretched open like this.” When you scowled a bit at that Ari laughed, sitting up so he could breathe in your scent while he nuzzled at the top of your head. “Don’t scowl little one, it’s unbecoming. And I feel as though you should call me something new now that we’re mated. Obviously not my name, I am still a lord of hell and you’re just a little witch. But why don’t you try calling me your beloved?”

“Not little.” Your pout disappeared with a gasp when he flicked your nipple with the sharp edge of his claw, not enough to make you bleed, but enough to warn you to behave as he cocked his head at you. “I’m sorry, my… my beloved.”

“That’s a good little witch.” Ari’s tail slithered deeper inside your ass at the same time he drove up into you and he purred at the noise you made, starting to move his hips regularly rather than just pump you up and down like an inanimate doll. “Why don’t you come for me, little one? Think of your new life that waits for you in the depths of hell as my mate and come for your beloved”

He ground against your clit and you could barely rasp out a ‘yes beloved’ before you were crying out in euphoria, your body arching and your cunt fluttering as everything in the world turned to bright white light. Every muscle in your body trembled and clenched while he held you upright, and it was impossible to catch your breath as you sobbed and gasped. When your mouth was still open you felt his forked tongue slide inside, your gaze finding his as you opened wider for him while his grip on your waist tightened and his movements became more determined. Ari groaned with pleasure when you swallowed his tongue, his claws scraping against your flesh at the feeling of your ultimate surrender.

You could hear him in your mind, telling you how beautiful you were, how well you were taking him and that this was what you were made for. He promised to give you as many sons and daughters as you desired, all the power you could ever dream of if you would serve and pleasure him however he wished. It was intoxicating, being full of him in every possible way. You could swear you were already feeling the warmth and static of the new power he promised you flowing through your veins and prickling your skin as you lost yourself in his touch and the depths of his silver eyes.

Ari kept his lips molded to yours when you came again with a muffled cry, cradling your body almost gently even as his hips thrust against yours faster and wilder. His tail fucked your ass while his tongue fucked your throat, your tight pussy squeezing the life out of his cock when he started to swell as you fluttered and stretched around him. He could see the plea in your eyes as you whimpered and moaned, remembering just how addictive the emotional energy of a mortal lover could be when they were overcome with pleasure. With a growl and a deep roll of his massive body he let himself go, the barbs of his cock engorging and locking him deep inside as he pumped his thick, hot seed into your fertile womb.

As soon as you felt the first gush of his cum inside you, the bonds forced on you by your mortal master disappeared, your power raging unfettered through your veins for the first time in years and making tears well in your eyes even as you grinned against Ari’s mouth. Ari felt the change and his eyes widened, the strength of your power making him appreciate you even more as he thought of the might you would pass on to your children. He let his tongue slither out of your mouth even as he kept your other two holes filled, licking his fangs as he gazed at you curiously, bending one massive leg so you could rest against his thigh.

“A strong little witch.” Ari reached out to drag his thumb over the bulge in your lower stomach where his cock was resting against your womb, smirking when he saw his cum leaking out of you and staining your thighs. “You may even survive the birth, sweet one.”

You were about to answer him when the door to your private cell was flung open, your warlock master looking even more furious when he saw you resting in the arms of your new demon lover. When you didn’t immediately cower he snarled, his fists clenching as he gathered his weak and meager magic to try to bind you again.

“You stupid little bitch!”

Whatever he had been about to say next was cut off when you raised your hand and gave an indolent flick of your wrist, smiling to yourself when he was instantly flung against the wall and pinned there, gagged with air so his mouth was forced wide open. Ari laughed at your display of power, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head before pulling out of you so he could stand. Your former master had the good sense to flinch when the enormous demon came to stand in front of him, his eyes flitting towards you and widening with fear when Ari leaned forward to smell him.

“Weak and insignificant, I wonder how you ever managed to snare my little witch.” Ari snorted and rolled his eyes when the man pissed himself, reaching out a hand towards you and looking down to smile at you when you came to stand by his side. “I would normally punish you myself for making a slave of one of the Dark Lord’s handmaidens, but I should like to see what my sweet little one thinks you deserve. She is the mother of my child, after all. Make it quick or bring him with us, small one, I will be bringing you to your new home.”

You beamed up at him adoringly before turning to sneer at your former master, biting your lip as you ignored his muffled sobs and thought about what exactly you wanted to do to him. By the time Ari had opened a portal to the realm of Hell you had performed a quick incantation, gripping one of your lover’s hands with both of yours as he led you into the shimmering heat, your mortal captor swallowing the first of his fingers and whining as he followed the two of you before the portal winked shut and you left the mortal world behind.

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

You wake Raphael with a blowjob. This is sin I don't know what else to tell you

Raphael/gender neutral reader (or Tav, just in 2nd person) I haven't written this way in a while so 🤷

Contains blowjobs/oral, somnophilia (kind of), very mild sexual degradation, explicit content/description (can't stress that enough)

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It’s sweltering in the bed – Avernus, thick duvet, and a sleeping cambion will do that – but nothing could make you leave. He’s finally let you spend the night here, between the sheets, with him. You’ve been awake for a while, watching him. He’s not graceful. His mouth is open, fangs on display, and he’s snoring softly. He’s on his back, his tail and one wing hanging off the side of the bed, the other squashed beneath him. His perfect hair is tousled amidst his mighty horns. He looks younger this way. Lines of stress on his face eased with relaxation. He’s naked. When you tug the quilt away, he doesn’t stir. 

You shamelessly admire his body. His broad chest dusted with dark hair, the sculpture of his tight muscles that soften around his middle just enough to bely his age and indulgence, the infernal ridges of his cherry-red skin that form into a V shape as they descend his hips and pelvis, his deliciously thick thighs, and of course his cock between them, half-hard beneath a little crown of well-groomed pubic hair. Is it morning wood, you wonder, or is he having an interesting dream? Because you can, you reach out and touch it, squeeze it, tug his foreskin down to reveal the rest of his cock’s peeking head. He’s so warm and pliant in your hand. With the tip of your index finger you follow the path of a vein from the underside of his glans to his base. His prick twitches. He releases a soft sigh but doesn’t wake. 

His cock is handsome; decently long, thick, slightly darker red than the rest of his skin, and it has those same infernal ridges that feel incredible inside you. You want this cock in your mouth. You can’t resist rubbing it a few more times, feeling it stiffen further in your grip. He sleeps on, even as you move, nudging his legs apart so you can fit between them, laying on your belly. Your humid breaths on his length must do something though, because you hear his tail thump against the bed. Licking the pad of your thumb, you press into his tiny slit and rub. He groans. You think you’ve at last woken him; you glance up, expecting to see eyes of obsidian and fire fixed on you, but he’s still asleep, though a little frown has formed on his brow. He’s fully hard now. The magma that is his lifeblood pulses throughout the bulging veins feeding his cock. A pearlescent bead of precum oozes from his hole beneath your thumb and it’s so hot it’s almost uncomfortable. It tastes salty and its temperature stings on your tongue. It isn’t unpleasant. 

At first you start with kitten licks, tracing the edges of his glans and the fleshy ridges that sit under them. He feels like velvet and steel. The throb of his quickening pulse gives you a soft rush of power knowing you’re the cause. Flattening your tongue, you lick the entire underside of his length from base to tip, lingering once more on that sweet, now-sticky slit. You push into it, taking his head in the cavern of your mouth so you can suckle the next little gush of cum. His hips jerk, weak and clumsy. 

“Ah…” His vocalisation is throaty, slurred. If he wasn’t having a good dream before, he is now. 

When you release his prick to lather more spit, it bounces softly with a quiet thud against his abdomen. You watch it leak translucent cum onto his belly. His balls are fat and full of hot seed and you can’t resist cupping them, rolling their weight in your palm, squeezing ever so gently. His hips move aimlessly again. You know he likes that. He likes it when you suck them, too. Makes him finish in record time. That’s for later. For now, you guide his cock back into your mouth and this time you take as much as you can, until the head threatens to touch the back of your throat. Then you hold him there, adjusting to the size and feel of him, revelling in the heavy press of his prick against your tongue and teeth. He fills your mouth. He tastes like sweat, musk, and soap. Your nose almost brushes his pubes and you can smell the cherry oil he bathed with last night. He moans, a choked, stuttered sound. When you’re ready, you get to work. 

Easy rhythm. Easy lover. You bob your head up and down, sucking hard and fast. What your mouth can’t take, your hand picks up the slack. It’s sloppy. Messy. Obscene. Wet. Perfect. The sounds of your greedy devouring of his cock could make an incubus blush. His legs have fallen open, the unconscious roll of his hips hungry for the warmth and slickness of your throat. His little gasps and sighs and tail thumps are secret music only for you to hear – until it stops, cut off by a sharp inhale. He tenses. A large hand settles on your head, claws scraping your scalp as fingers tangle in your hair. 

He's awake.

His prick noisily pops free, shining with your spit. Drool and cum linger on your lips. You lean your cheek on his thigh and look up at him adoringly. His eyes are half-open, glazed by sleep, expression unreadable but simmering with heat. His cheeks are dark, taken by devilish flush. He steals your breath away.

“Good morning, Raphael,” you murmur. For a moment he says nothing. He's deciding if he will tolerate this behaviour, this brief play at control. Then he yanks your hair, mouth twisting.

“Finish what you started,” he snarls, raspy, voice thick. 

He doesn't have to tell you twice.

The moment your damp lips part, he slides his cock betwixt them once more. He’s much more active of a participant now, and you definitely feel it. Lazy, selfish thrusts as he uses your mouth, fucks your mouth, caring little for your comfort. You started this, after all. Your jaw aches so good. You have to take in air through your nose. He's going to make you choke on his prick, and you're damned, you know you are, because the thought gets your blood boiling and your heart races. He's of a similar mind, if the cruel set of his desire splayed plainly on his face says anything. You keep your gaze on him even as your eyes water. You want to impress the picture of him - sharp jaw clenched, sneering down at you - deep into the primal parts of your memory.

“That's a good pet,” he husks, the gravel of sleep still in his throat. He's breathing hard. He spreads his legs wider, forcing more of his length in. Your nose finally touches his soft pubes and you can't stop your gag as he reaches your limit. You can't get enough. You're slobbering all over him. Your teeth scrape his cock's ridges and the sound he makes is euphoric, pure and shameless in its pleasure.

He's going to finish. You can tell by the way his thighs tremble, the way his prick throbs, the way his balls tighten. You grab them, fondle, tease your fingertips across the sensitive skin of his perineum with the promise of going lower, between his cheeks to touch his other hole, no doubt puckered and twitching right now, and that's what does him in. His eyes roll back, fangs bared in a pleasured grimace. He grunts, deep and growly, tapering off into a breathless moan as spurts of hot cum shoot down your throat. You have no choice but to swallow the load; even if you could choose, you'd suck him dry every time. His seed burns on the way down. He fists your hair tight, thrusts shallow as he rides the tail of his orgasm. His tail thrashes. You kiss and lick his cockhead until it's too much and he hisses, pulls you away. Sad that you won't get to feel his dick soften in your mouth, but you can still see it do so. His taste lingers. Your gums tingle.

He pants, a thin, fetching sheen of sweat coating his face and chest. He stares at you, watches you watch him. You have no idea what you look like. You're a mess, probably. You don't care. He loosens his grip on your hair, lightly dragging his claws across your scalp until you shiver.

“From this point forward, unless I say otherwise, you will wake me this way every morning,” he states. He strokes your cheek, your lips, catches a smear of his cum you missed on the pad of his thumb. He pushes it into your mouth and you obediently suck it clean. His nostrils flare, pupils blown. You smile.

“Yes, Master.”

[rainhadaenerys]

The fake and the real Lightbringer

“You want to see Lightbringer? A blind man?” [...] “Tell me, Samwell.” Maester Aemon touched his arm. “It glows,” said Sam, in a hushed voice. “As if it were on fire. There are no flames, but the steel is yellow and red and orange, all flashing and glimmering, like sunshine on water, but prettier. I wish you could see it, Maester.” “I see it now, Sam. A sword full of sunlight. So lovely to behold.” The old man bowed stiffly. “Your Grace. My lady. This was most kind of you.” When King Stannis sheathed the shining sword, the room seemed to grow very dark, despite the sunlight streaming through the window. [...] Maester Aemon was lost in thought as Sam helped him down the narrow turnpike stair. But as they were crossing the yard, he said, “I felt no heat. Did you, Sam?” “Heat? From the sword?” He thought back. “The air around it was shimmering, the way it does above a hot brazier.” “Yet you felt no heat, did you? And the scabbard that held this sword, it is wood and leather, yes? I heard the sound when His Grace drew out the blade. Was the leather scorched, Sam? Did the wood seem burnt or blackened?” “No,” Sam admitted. “Not that I could see.” Maester Aemon nodded. - Samwell V ASOS

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“No,” the old man said. “It must be you. Tell them. The prophecy . . . my brother’s dream . . . Lady Melisandre has misread the signs. Stannis . . . Stannis has some of the dragon blood in him, yes. His brothers did as well. Rhaelle, Egg’s little girl, she was how they came by it . . . their father’s mother . . . she used to call me Uncle Maester when she was a little girl. I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope . . . perhaps I wanted to . . . we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe. Melisandre most of all, I think. The sword is wrong, she has to know that . . . light without heat . . . an empty glamor . . . the sword is wrong, and the false light can only lead us deeper into darkness, Sam. Daenerys is our hope. [...]” - Samwell IV AFFC

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“I looked at that book Maester Aemon left me. The Jade Compendium. The pages that told of Azor Ahai. Lightbringer was his sword. Tempered with his wife’s blood if Votar can be believed. Thereafter Lightbringer was never cold to the touch, but warm as Nissa Nissa had been warm. In battle the blade burned fiery hot. [...]” Clydas blinked. “A sword that makes its own heat …” “… would be a fine thing on the Wall.” Jon put aside his wine cup and drew on his black moleskin gloves. “A pity that the sword that Stannis wields is cold. I’ll be curious to see how his Lightbringer behaves in battle. [...]” - Jon III ADWD

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Viserion sensed her disquiet. The white dragon lay coiled around a pear tree, his head resting on his tail. When Dany passed his eyes came open, two pools of molten gold. His horns were gold as well, and the scales that ran down his back from head to tail. “You’re lazy,” she told him, scratching under his jaw. His scales were hot to the touch, like armor left too long in the sun. Dragons are fire made flesh. She had read that in one of the books Ser Jorah had given her as a wedding gift. - Daenerys I ADWD

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“Drogon,” she screamed. “Drogon.” His head turned. Smoke rose between his teeth. His blood was smoking too, where it dripped upon the ground. - Daenerys IX ADWD

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Black blood was flowing from the wound where the spear had pierced him, smoking where it dripped onto the scorched sands. He is fire made flesh, she thought, and so am I. - Daenerys IX ADWD

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She remembered the dragon twisting beneath her, shuddering at the impacts, as she tried desperately to cling to his scaled back. The wounds were smoking. Dany saw one of the bolts burst into sudden flame. - Daenerys X ADWD

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Bargain

Not sure what to tag this with. A couple people were triggered when I posted this the first time. It's dark, because it's Raphael. TW for blood, dubcon, horror elements. Cambion Raphael is being his manipulative self. p in v, biting, choking... it's a rough time.

Tav walked carefully through the House of Hope. She’d opted to go alone, for reasons she was not entirely clear on. The shades of souls flickered in and out of view, sickly green against the disgusting opulence of the house; everything was red and gold, tacky to the point of offense. She slipped through on silent feet, praying to every god she knew that she could steal Mol’s contract and be out of there before the house could rat her out. I wish Astarion was here, she found herself thinking. Two rogues are better than one. She crept up to a closed door, placing a palm to it. Its heat radiated strongly; she would have to be careful. Drawing the picks from her pack of tools, she moved achingly slowly, only exhaling when she heard the click of the lock. Opening the door as quietly as possible, she moved in and closed the door, her back to the room.

‘Little Mouse.’

Cold dread slid down her spine, sinking into her stomach as gooseprickles rose on her neck. Her heart was in her throat, quick feet like lead. I’m going to die. Say something, idiot. She inhaled sharply, steeling herself to turn and face Raphael, but before she could he was at her back, his silken voice in her ear.

‘Just why are you so brazenly creeping up on me, hmm?’ Tav flinched as his fingers closed on the back of her neck. ‘Lie to me, please, so I can make this worse for you.’ Her breathing was loud to her own ears, her heart galloping.

‘Mol’s contract,’ she said. She cursed her unsteady voice. Her breath hitched as he dug his nails into her skin, his tongue wet on her jaw.

‘You wanted to steal from me, little rogue? Bold. And foolish.’ He grabbed her shoulders and flipped her around to slam her back against the door. ‘Perhaps a little taste of consequences will teach you a lesson. I’ve indulged you enough.’ His lips pulled back from his handsome face and she watched him change, sharp wings unfurling from his shoulders, horns curling out of his dark hair. His eyes bored into hers, hungry and gleaming with triumph. There was nowhere for her to go.

‘Mol’s a child,’ she spat. ‘I’m trying to protect her.’  Her back burned, but she dare not move closer. Raphael grinned, neat teeth pointed. Tav balled her hands into fists, seized by the wild urge to scratch his eyes out.

‘Thought more on our deal, have you?’

‘I’m not making a deal with you, Raphael.’

‘Oh, but you are, sweetling. I will destroy Mol’s contract. But I want something from you in return.’

She could hardly believe her luck. ‘Name it.’

‘Surely it’s not so easy?’ he purred. A clawed finger tipped up her chin. ‘You’ve run from me for far too long, little mouse. No more.’

‘Fine,’ she said, resolute. I will not show fear.

‘Swear,’ he said, mouth hovering over hers, his breath hot and reeking of sweet poison.

‘I swear,’ she croaked. He laughed low, gripped her chin and claimed her mouth, tongue like flame against hers, sharp teeth biting down on her lip to draw blood. She whimpered in pain and he groaned in satisfaction, licking it from her lips. When she tried to pull away he buried a hand in her hair, only deepening the kiss. Only when she scrabbled at his arms did he let her go. She fell back, heaving in air. It stung her throat, the sulphur and heat, and tears pricked at her eyes.

‘Bastard,’ she snarled. With a snap of his fingers, her clothes burned away to ash. Heat rose in her cheeks at the way his eyes seemed to consume her, and then he had her by the hips and was bending her over his desk, hand closing around her throat to keep her eyes on his. Tav grabbed his wrist, her own nails digging into his skin. He hissed and she reached up to pull hard on his hair. ‘This isn’t all about you,’ she warned him. She had no idea where her courage was coming from, only that she would take whatever pleasure she could get. This would not go his way.

‘Insolent girl,’ he said. ‘There are undoubtedly better uses for that mouth of yours, don’t tempt me.’

‘Try it and-’ she began.

‘No,’ he said darkly. ‘Shut up.’ With one sharp, violent thrust he was inside the mammal softness of her mortal body. She screamed, gasping as he choked it off, grip on her neck bruising. ‘No more venom for me, girl?’

She grit her teeth, dragging her nails down his neck. The press of his palm against her windpipe was heavy, only when her vision started to go black did he loosen his grip, watching with satisfaction as she coughed, tears rolling down her cheeks. ‘I said,’ she rasped. ‘I said try it I’ll bite your cock off.’

He roared in rage, biting down hard on the soft flesh between neck and shoulder. She jolted in his grip, her cry painful in her throat. Gripping both of her hips he drove into her again and again, chasing his own satisfaction. Every drag of him was the lick of hellsfire, too much for her body. His hands smoothed up her belly, claws dragging on her breasts, mouth tasting the bruises on her neck. She trembled beneath him, shocks of pleasure-pain shivering through the sweat and blood on her skin.

‘Poor little mouse,’ he whispered huskily in her ear. ‘You must be exhausted.’ He nosed her jaw. ‘What will your companions say when you stumble into camp barely able to walk, smelling like me?’ He slowed his pace, flipped her onto her stomach and gathered her hair in his fist, pulling her head back. She could barely form a coherent thought, a creature of sensation. Pain in her throat, breath at her ear, fire and fullness inside her, his weight crushing her down.

‘Just finish it, coward,’ she said finally. She was satisfied to anger him, braced her hands against the desk and rode each violent thrust out, his black hair tickling her skin as he held the nape of her neck between his jaws. He groaned at every sound that escaped her lips, fucking her into submission. With a final few thrusts he came, pouring heat into her, teeth and claws and weight keeping her still underneath him.

‘Your first lesson,’ he whispered. ‘But we’re not done, not yet, little mouse. Not with such a delicious morsel as you. No. You will stay a while. I’ll return you to the mortal plane… eventually.’

The house always wins, she thought, as he sucked a bruise beneath her jaw, her trembling body yielding, softening like candle wax under a flame.

I can't remember who I tagged for this one so sorry about that.

[kckt88]

Take My Breath Away III

Summary:

The time has come for Vaeryna and Aemond to get married. A lie is uncovered and truths are told.

Warning(s): Swearing, Angst, Marriage, Consummation - P in V sex, Dubious Consent, Regret, Mentions of Death.

Word Count: 3487

GREENS WIN - SLOW BURN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Kings Landing was a buzz with activity. The guests were arriving, the preparations had been made and it was finally here. The day Vaeryna and Aemond would stand together in the sept and get married.

Vaeryna was so nervous that she decided to skip breakfast, as she wasn’t sure that she could actually stomach food.

After bathing, Vaeryna’s maids began to help her get ready. Her long silver hair was brushed and twisted into elegant braids, her mother’s Valyrian steel necklace was fastened around her neck, and she placed her father’s gold Targaryen sigil ring on her finger. They couldn’t be with her in person, but they would be with her in spirit.

Now the wedding dress had been an issue from day one, Alicent wanted her to wear some green atrocity and Vaeryna promptly refused and when her soon to be good mother wasn’t looking the dress accidentally landed in the fire.

Alicent of course wasn’t happy, but Vaeryna couldn’t give two shits, and promptly went to the King and asked for his permission to design her own wedding dress, which he readily granted.

In normal circumstances, Vaeryna might have been shocked by the King’s willingness to grant her request, but she quickly came to realise that he just relished in the opportunity to cause trouble.

Perhaps what surprised Vaeryna more, was Aemond. Since their confrontation in her chambers, he’d taken to point blank ignoring her whenever she was in his presence which suited her just fine. But he hadn’t told his mother or Aegon about her relationship with Jace.

He was obviously keeping that little bombshell to himself for a reason and Vaeryna had to be cautious.

But the wedding dress she’d designed was modest, might have displayed a little too much cleavage for Alicent’s taste but Vaeryna wanted the guests to see her mothers necklace and know that Rhaenyra was still amongst them.

Of course, Vaeryna honoured little Jaehaera and had white butterflies stitched into the train of her dress. Some of them, Jaehaera had even stitched herself.

It was hard to believe that sweet little girl was truly Aegon’s daughter, she was entirely Helaena and Vaeryna made a silent vow to her aunt that she would always look out for her little girl.

At the waist of her dress, Vaeryna had dragon scale pattern stitched into the fabric, she of course wanted the guests to know that she was a true dragon. She would not forsake her Targaryen heritage for the seven.

As soon as the gown had been buttoned and her maiden cloak tied. There was a soft knock at the door. It was the King.

“I’ve come to escort you to the sept and walk you down the aisle”.

Vaeryna nodded and took a deep breath as she took Aegon’s arm.

Admittedly the sept was decorated beautifully, but it was Alicent’s expression that really brought a smile to Vaeryna’s face. She looked positively scandalised at the wedding dress she’d chosen.

Aemond was stood beside the high septon. He was elegantly dressed, his black tunic decorated with silver dragons and his Targaryen cloak tied loosely around his shoulders. His long hair tied back in its usual half up, half down style.

The horns signalled the beginning of the ceremony and begrudgingly Vaeryna took Aegon’s arm again.

“You look beautiful, my brother is a lucky man” said Aegon.

“He’s certainly something” muttered Vaeryna.

“Thank you for escorting the bride Your Grace. If you would be so kind as to wait for the Princess to remove her maiden cloak” said the Septon.

Vaeryna undid the ties of her maiden cloak and handed it to Aegon who bowed respectfully to the Septon and resumed his seat next to Alicent.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection” said the Septon loudly.

Aemond removed the cloak bearing the colours of house Targaryen and draped it around Vaeryna’s shoulders.

Aemond then took Vaeryna’s hand and smiled as the Septon tied their hands together by a ribbon.

“In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. Now you may look upon one another and say these vows together” exclaimed the Septon.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days” said Vaeryna.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days” declared Aemond loudly.

“The vows have been spoken and the rings exchanged. You may kiss your bride”.

Aemond leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Vaeryna’s lips.

The celebration after their wedding was in full swing.

King Aegon was sat at the head of the table, with a smiling Alicent and Jaehaera by his side.

Vaeryna sat next to Aemond near the head of the table, smiling as many Lords and ladies came up to wish them well and bestow gifts upon them, while also enjoying the food of their feast. Borros Baratheon who glared pointedly at Aemond, Tyland Lannister, and one that seemed to linger, Dalton Greyjoy.

The young lord was similar in age to both Vaeryna and Aemond.

"Many good wishes, Princess Vaeryna. A match many shall pray for a fruitful outcome. I must admit Princess, the tales of your great beauty have not been exaggerated. Your skin is as beautiful as the freshly fallen snows of Winterfell and your eyes are more pretty than anything I’ve ever seen".

Vaeryna shifted uncomfortably in her seat and Aemond scowled.

"Thank you," nodded Vaeryna politely. 

A sudden loud roar spooked everyone as Cannibal flew over the Red Keep.

“Ahh yes, your Cannibal. I’ve heard he’s an impressive beast”.

“My Cannibal is not a beast” huffed Vaeryna.

“His ferocious nature is well known. How is it that you managed to claim such a creature?”

“I wouldn’t expect a Greyjoy to understand even the basic fundamentals of how a Targaryen claims a dragon” retorted Vaeryna.

“If you ever find yourself bored of Kings Landing, you can always visit the Iron Islands. I’m sure I can find something else for you to ride” replied Dalton smirking.

Aemond slammed his fist into the table as he rose sharply from his seat.

“You dare speak to my wife like that” snarled Aemond.

“Relax kinslayer. I was only jesting,” laughed Dalton.

SMACK!

Suddenly Dalton Greyjoy crumpled to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose.

“Never speak to me like that again” snarled Vaeryna.

“Y-You broke my nose” exclaimed Dalton.

“A broken nose will be the least of your worries if you do not remove yourself from my sight”.

“Vaeryna” gasped Aemond, his single amethyst eye wide in surprise.

“A kraken is no match for a dragon” exclaimed Vaeryna suddenly becoming aware of everyone staring at her.

“Quite right good sister. More wine I think” declared Aegon loudly as he handed Vaeryna a full goblet of wine and staggered away to get more.

“That was quite impressive” muttered Aemond.

“I am blood of the dragon, and I will not tolerate slanders” said Vaeryna.

“Hm” muttered Aemond.

“I wish to toast my brother Prince Aemond and my good siter Princess Vaeryna on their marriage. May it be long and fruitful” said Aegon loudly as he raised his cup.

“Thank you, Your Grace” said Vaeryna as she bowed respectfully.

“I think it’s time that we retired our chambers” muttered Aemond.

“-Yes brother. Time for the bedding” exclaimed Aegon eagerly.

“Don’t even think about it” snapped Aemond as he took hold of Vaeryna’s arm and marched her out of the Throne Room.

This was the moment that Vaeryna had been dreading. As Aemond had oddly enough refused a traditional bedding ceremony. They were able to walk to their shared chambers without a fuss.

After they had entered their shared chambers, Vaeryna stood in stoney silence as she stared at Aemond, her heart pounding in her chest.

There was no sense in prolonging the inevitable.

“Would you help me with the gown, husband?” asked Vaeryna as she turned from him and swept her hair away from her back to reveal a great number of fiddly buttons and laces.

“Of course,” replied Aemond as he reached forward and began undoing his wife’s wedding gown.

Soon she was stood in nothing but a thin shift and Aemond felt his heart quicken in his chest at the sight of her nipples through the sheer fabric.

This was the moment he’d been waiting for, he believed whole heartedly that Vaeryna belonged to him, she had returned to Kings Landing of her own volition and accepted the terms offered to her.

However, her brazen and openly defiant attitude was unbecoming of a lady, and the way she spoke to him, angered him greatly. She was rude, disrespectful, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She had invaded his senses, driving him to the point of madness.

But then he discovered her involvement with Jacaerys, and he’d been consumed with anger and jealousy.

He was going to erase the memory of that bastard strong boy and make Vaeryna his.

Aemond began pulling off his own clothes as Vaeryna slowly sat on the bed.

He noticed that she trembled slightly as she pulled off her shift, revealing her naked body to him.

“You’re not afraid, are you?” asked Aemond as he discarded the last of his clothes.

Vaeryna shook her head slightly, avoiding her husband’s gaze.

Aemond placed his hand on Vaeryna’s shoulder and directed her to lay down.

He laid between his wife’s open legs, supporting his weight on his left arm as he reached down and took his hard cock in his hand and placed the tip of it against his wife’s entrance.

Vaeryna shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath as Aemond sheathed himself within her.

Aemond stopped as Vaeryna shrieked loudly in pain. He lifted his head and noticed that she had her eyes screwed shut.

He didn’t understand, she told him she’d bedded Jacaerys.

Aemond then pulled back slightly and looked down, his eye going wide at the blood staining his cock.

“-Y-You’re still a maid?”

Vaeryna didn’t answer she just turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze.

“You lied to me. Why?” asked Aemond.

“You know why” replied Vaeryna, closing her eyes again as she felt Aemond’s cock twitching inside her.

“I-I can stop. If it’s too much” whispered Aemond.

“Just get on with it” muttered Vaeryna.

“Not if I’m hurting you”.

“Aemond stop being a girl and get on with it. You know as well as I do, that we must do this” snapped Vaeryna.

Aemond moved forward and grimaced at Vaeryna’s whimper of pain.

The tears rolled down Vaeryna’s cheeks as Aemond rutted against her.

All she could think of as Aemond continuously thrust his hard cock into her was Jace. Her first time should have been his, but Aemond had taken it and now she would never get it back.

Aemond gave a surprised moan as she involuntarily clenched around him.

Vaeryna dug her fingers into the sheets, not wanting to touch Aemond as the pace of his thrusts increased.

He buried his face into her neck and let out a long low groan as he spilled his seed inside her.

Eventually Aemond pulled his softened cock from her and sat on the edge of the bed.

Vaeryna rolled to her side and began to cry.

Aemond took his robe that was haphazardly thrown across the back of a chair and pulled it on.

He gazed at Vaeryna’s shaking form and suddenly he felt sick to his stomach, he wanted to erase the memory of Jacaerys, to make her his. But not like this.

He went to the privy and threw up. The wine he’d consumed earlier was now bitter and putrid on his tongue.

The gnawing feeling of disgust swirled in the pit of his stomach as he could still hear the sobs of his wife through the closed door.

He didn’t know how long he’d been in the privy, but when he returned to his chambers, Vaeryna had fallen asleep.

Aemond could see the blood stain on the sheets, and he was filled with bitter regret, he’d been so blinded by his rage and jealousy that he had taken what he wanted and never spared a thought for how she would feel.

If he had known she was still a maid, he would’ve been kinder, he would have prepared her and made sure she was comfortable.

He stood at the foot of the bed for what seemed like an age, simply staring at Vaeryna as she slept.

He once thought that he’d feel delighted at the sight of her tears, especially after she had mocked him for his involvement with Alys, but this wasn’t what he wanted.

As he pulled on a pair of loose breeches, he contemplated sleeping elsewhere but he knew if he did that, word would get back to his mother or the King, so he decided to stay.

After discarding his eyepatch on the nightstand Aemond slowly climbed into the bed and gazed at Vaeryna.

He could still see the faint tracks of dried tears on her face, and with a shaking hand he reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

“I’m sorry” whispered Aemond as he turned over and closed his eye.

The next morning Aemond awoke to the maids setting up breakfast in his chambers.

Aemond groaned as he pressed his face into his pillow, it was the worst night sleep he’d ever had.

“Apologise My Prince, I do not mean to disturb you, but your breakfast is ready”.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he sat up, his palm pressed to the side of his face.

Once he’d slipped the eyepatch over his head, Aemond looked over his shoulder and frowned as the space Vaeryna had occupied last night was empty.

“Where is my wife?” asked Aemond as he rose from the bed.

“The Princess left early this morning, she’s with her dragon” replied the maid, her gaze lowered to the floor.

Rather than deal with the fall out from the previous night, Vaeryna had chosen to flee and seek solace with her Cannibal.

“Apologise My Prince but I must strip the bed, the sheets need to be presented” muttered the maid.

Of course, the blood and seed stained sheets would need to be displayed as proof that he’d done his duty and consummated the marriage.

Aemond nodded and sat at the table, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat.

He found himself thinking of Vaeryna and he hoped that she was ok, he briefly entertained the notion of mounting Vhagar and seeing if he could find her but he quicky dismissed that idea.

She had obviously fled the Red Keep because she wanted to be alone, and if that’s what she wanted then he would grant her that courtesy at least.

For the rest of the day Aemond tried to distract himself, he attended his usual training session with Ser Criston, but that did nothing to quell the feelings of disgust and uncertainty swirling within him.

He tried to visit the library and spend his usual hour reading, but he could not concentrate, the sound of Vaeryna’s pained whimpers had etched themselves into his mind.

He of course made sure to avoid Aegon at all costs, he couldn’t deal with the teasing japes his brother would no doubt levy against him.

The only place Aemond seemed to have any reprieve from his thoughts was the sept, he knelt at the alter and bowed his head, praying for forgiveness.

He remained on his knees until they began to ache, he figured it was his penance for the pain he’d inflicted upon his wife.

Eventually Aemond returned to his chambers, he’d skipped breakfast and lunch, and now he was starving.

He declined his mothers invite to dine with her and Aegon, claiming he preferred to dine alone with his wife.

Of course, his mother knew that Vaeryna had spent the day with Cannibal, but she didn’t comment further, and he was glad for it. He wasn’t sure he could deal with her lecturing him.

Aemond opened the door to his chambers and came to stop as he spotted Vaeryna sitting at the table.

“I think we need to talk” muttered Vaeryna.

“Yes. We do” replied Aemond as he took a seat across from his wife.

“I didn’t know what food you would like so I just asked the maids to bring everything”.

Despite his hunger, Aemond didn’t reach for any food. That gnawing feeling of uncertainty raising to the surface.

“You were married to Jacaerys?” asked Aemond.

“I was” replied Vaeryna.

“Yet you did not lay with him. Why?”

“We wanted to wait until the war was over, at the time he was still betrothed to Baela, and we couldn’t risk Corlys finding out. Mother needed her alliance with the Velaryon’s. We had this dreamy idea of having a proper ceremony later and then we could be together” said Vaeryna.

“You should have been honest with me”.

“You were angry because you thought I had bedded my brother and yet you seem angry that I didn’t. I thought you would have preferred that I was a maid” replied Vaeryna.

“Had I known I would not have been so careless. I hurt you and I bitterly regret it”.

“Wasn’t that what you wanted-to hurt me?” asked Vaeryna quietly.

“No, despite the fact that you infuriate me beyond all reason, I had no such desire to hurt you” said Aemond sadly.

“I-I’m sorry. I should have told you the truth” muttered Vaeryna.

Aemond simply nodded his head as he reached forward and began to fill his plate with food.

“You said you married Jace in the Vale”.

“Yes, I don’t think the ceremony could be classed as being official. As it was just us” said Vaeryna.

“D-Did you love him?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I did. Very much” replied Vaeryna.

 “Hm”

“Did you love Alys?” asked Vaeryna.

“I thought I did” said Aemond.

“I met her you know”.

“Y-You did?” exclaimed Aemond.

“I flew to Harrenhal just before my father abandoned it and I saw them together”.

“That must have been difficult” muttered Aemond.

“It was, but in truth my mother and father had began to drift apart after Luke’s death and what happened to Jaehaerys-“

“-She knew about it” said Aemond sharply.

“I’m not sure what you were told, but my mother didn’t know about Blood and Cheese until after Jaehaerys was killed, she was lost in her grief for Luke” replied Vaeryna.

Aemond reached for his cup of wine and took a large sip.

“She went to Shipbreaker Bay”.

“What?” asked Aemond.

“After she received word of Luke’s death, she took Syrax and spent hours searching for his body".

“Oh” whispered Aemond, lowering his gaze.

“When you killed him, not only did you commit the gravest of sins, but without Luke’s body, my mother was denied the solace of honouring the traditional customs of a Valyrian funeral”.

“-And that warrants the murder of my nephew?”

“No. It wasn’t the murder of Luke that facilitated your nephews murder, it was the blatant disrespect that Aegon showed by throwing a feast and celebrating what you did. Not to mention you broke the law by killing a messenger. Aegon has the nerve to call himself King, yet he does nothing to uphold the laws of the land. If he had half a brain, he should’ve had you imprisoned and immediately sent his apology to my mother. Yes, you killed my brother, but it was Aegon’s own incompetence that contributed to the death of his son” said Vaeryna.

Aemond sat there stunned to silence as he processed what Vaeryna had just said, and he was ashamed to admit that in part she was right. Throwing a feast to celebrate was not only disrespectful but it made it look like Aegon had authorized Luke’s death.

In all his guilt, anger and regret he never once considered other factors that could have contributed to what happened to his nephew, it was just easier to blame Daemon and Rhaenyra.

“She spoke to me. Alys-I mean” said Vaeryna.

“W-What did she say?” asked Aemond.

“Told me that my silver haired babe would be King one day. Of course, at the time I thought she was referring to a son that I would have with Jace, but now I realize that she was referring to my son with you”

“Do you think that means you are with child?”

“Too soon to tell, but I guess well find out in a few weeks if your seed has taken root or not” said Vaeryna softly.

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

she died, once. never again .

also known as me going insane over this once-youngest child being the protector egg. the one at the back of the pack watching for any encroaching danger. she's always had two lives, always felt like the target, always ready to survive so that her older siblings could live. the danger is real, so she's also become dangerous. she is a baby named after fruit. she wont let her family rot. she is a CHILD

design notes under cut

i wanted to be Very practical w her outfit because pomme is a super practical egg, and also throw in some parental features.

she's got:

short hair (mostly out of her face/hard to grab onto (covered up entirely when she wears her helmet))

nothing easy to grab on to, which means no dangling charms. all personal touches to her outfit are embroidered/carved into the materials

a potions bag from aypierre (with gegg on it lmao)

little duckies on her stompin' boots (steel-toed probably. this baby has never had a stubbed toe)

apple embellishments on her gloves

probably a tiny tophat somewhere on her backpack to remind her of dapper. that, or a scythe

when she first started wearing tail armour she'd always fall over like a cat wearing a harness it was v cute. she was Determined to get used to it tho and then she did <3 girlie has some fucking terrifying core strength.

she's got some traits from her parents :D

star freckles from etoiles

feathers growing out of her hair from baghera

black streaks in her hair from bad (and probably a little horn nub underneath her hat that hasn't grown in yet)

reflective eyes from antoine

her eye shape from aypierre

bonus fact dont you ever think about how through aypierre pomme is human but he doesn't share that with her anymore

yeah

the only thing she got from kameto is her name and a list of the word "cigarette" in many languages

if he came around more she'd start to show traits from him but that one day wasn't enough to get that physical imprint across

she's also got really sharp teeth but no one can come to a consensus on where she got Those from

[milder-manners]

Which challenge was your favorite from Dream? (I'd say bar manhunt but maybe it's actually not your n°1)

I personnaly really liked the random item challenge and the death swap

- V

(Manhunt is def my n1, don't worry I'm pretty standard)

My non-manhunt favorites change pretty often but at the moment ...

THESE TWO!!!

Minecraft Random Item Challenge VS 2 Hunters my Beloved!!

Like you V, I fricking love this video. The Drama, the unintentional thematic items, the situational comedy, (the story fic potential)!!

The video starts off with pretty standard stakes, Sapnap and George vs Dream. An unfair match, but no one’s upset, the audience knows how easily Dream can turn the tables if the circumstances turn juuust right. And despite what the title says, Dream is a Hunter like Sapnap and George. They all only have one life, and are fighting to the death.

But then, not even 5 min in, the power levels get completely skewed. George and Sapnap both receive diamond weapons and George gets a diamond chestplate, and Dream gets his iconic turtle helmet. Suddenly, the fight becomes a chase, and Dream has to run for his life until a new item spawns in to even the tides. (He finds a ruined portal underwater, and inside its chest is a flint and steel.)

Dream then gets some good armor and a trident, and the dynamics change once again.

The video kind of takes a turn for the comedic here. It’s a 2v1, yet Dream becomes the aggressor. He’s starts initiating fights, the one who chases down Sapnap and George with his dozen tridents, and it’s the duo who begins running off, building up a tower to get away. And this goes on even when George gets netherite boots and chest plates, and Sapnap gets an elytra and rockets; they still mostly engage in guerrilla tactics to basically harass Dream. Dream literally begins yelling at them to come here and fight him.

And that tickles me so much because this is basically a culmination of how the manhunts conditioned George and Sapnap to treat Dream; a guy who’ll prevail against all odds.

And this over precaution is what ultimately does them in in the end. It gave Dream enough time and space to prepare a TNT trap that kills them all.

Man, it’s such a fun video. I didn’t even mention all the little moments between everyone, like “OH GEORGE” “IT’S OH SAPNAP!”, “You have better stuff than us” “Pff—how?”, “George, I know you can’t drive but you need to do a u-turn baby”; and how the items eventually gained a theme with each hunter, creating a pseudo narrative of a sky spirit and rock/metal spirit harassing a sea spirit. It’s such a good mix of tense competition, and silly fun.

Minecraft Hostage Simulator

Another 2v1 video but also a muffinteers video! This one is such a classic for me, I genuinely hope they revisit this one.

The gradual development of Bad becoming a complete menace. The long trek of the horn passing between George and Sapnap and eventually to Bad. That hilarious point in the Nether where the two beat the shit out of Bad while he hangs off the cliff as retaliation. Dream embracing his inner trickster archetype, setting a deal with Bad with specific conditions to loophole around them. Sapnap and George pulling off that incredible boat trick and snatching Bad from Dream. Dream getting murdered by dolphins, a complete turnaround from their usual grace. The dynamic shifting midway in the video to a 3v1 when the Hunters decide to work together to Get Bad.

And that epic fight/chase after the Nether!!! Oh My God!!

The improvisation, the lying, the music with the chase, the buildup of tension from the editing! The sudden introduction of the reason behind Bad being a hostage was that he’s a sacrifice to feed the dragon?!?! Chefs kiss. Incredible ten out of ten.

Again, I hope this video comes back but with a way for Bad to win. He was literally the star of this show.

[sweetsweetjellybean]

dear god please finish torn i am frothing at the mouth

I'm sorry my fingers are starting to smoke with their click clacking. I'm trying to get it out to you by tomorrow. Please accept this sneak peek as an offering. <slides it under the door and back away>

Hitching the strap of your messenger bag higher on your shoulder, you kick at a loose stone on the sidewalk in front of the brick building. Car horns blare in the distance as traffic rolls by in the busy neighborhood.  The sun casts a glint off the steel CursedSound sign, its metal already weathering with a faint tinge of color. The heavy door is yanked open, its clank and whine making you jump even though the sound is expected. 

"Hi," Eddie greets you from the other side of the threshold, the softness of his tone mirroring the gentleness in his eyes.

"Hi," you return, shyness adding a tremble to your voice that shouldn’t be there. His fingers grip the edge of the door, and light flashes off the Rolex peeking out from under the cuff of the plaid flannel he wears over a fitted v-neck and jeans, the fabric snug against his defined shoulders. It’s still a novelty to see how his slim build has filled in over the years, still expecting the boy you knew instead of this man in front of you. He looks you over the same way he did last time like he’s trying to decide if you’re really there. Maybe it’s the differences he sees in you, too, or does he look beyond the scars to the lonely girl he once knew? You shift your gaze away, down the street, your toes curling inside your Converse as a flush of warmth climbs up your neck. "Are you going to let me in?"

"I don't know." He pretends to ponder, a smile forming, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Where's your hard hat?"

Tilting your head to the side, you purse your lips until he breaks into a chuckle. He swings the door open wider to welcome you inside. You pass him with a shake of your head and continue down the dimly lit hall, now familiar with the layout. 

The lobby is in utter chaos.

"Sorry for the mess. The maid took the week off," he quips as he watches you take in the sight before you. 

The brown paper has been removed from the windows, allowing bright light to stream through the streaked and dirty glass. All the furniture has been pushed toward the center of the room, and ladders and paint cans litter the floor space. A large mural wrapping around the windows and front entrance has been outlined but not completed. In the same graffiti style as the one upstairs, this one displays more cityscapes with waves of the lake breaking at the forefront. Winged skulls and guitars blend with colorful swirls of clouds rising toward the ceiling. The colors brighten the deep tones of the space, capturing the essence of the city and the spirit of CursedSound.

"It’s perfect," you tell him as your eyes follow the sweeping, colorful lines around the room.

"Was that a compliment?" He asks, coming up behind you. "I thought it was a dump."

His breath, a warm whisper against your ear, spins you around. "Well, what can I say? It’s growing on me." Your fingers move to your lips, concealing your smile as his deepens. 

"You look really good." His low voice bounces off the empty walls, "I mean…your, uh, outfit is nice." He waves his hand toward you before wiping it on the front of his jeans. 

Your brows raise as you glance down at the jeans and plain tee with Lollapalooza written across the front. None of the trendy fashions you usually wore to interviews seemed to fit right today. Causing you to tug at necklines and fidget with the hems of three different outfits before settling on something casual. There’s nothing to hide behind – the armor is off. It’s time to hear him out. 

"Wow, that was smooth," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I don’t know why I’m feeling nervous."

The fluttering in your stomach matches his energy. The shield of anger you’ve held between you is battered and worn thin, leaving uncertainty behind. 

"It’s because I’m going to get you to spill all your secrets and print them so the whole world can sit in judgment."

 A choked sound comes from his throat as his eyes widen into saucers.

Unable to keep a straight face, you giggle. "Relax, Eddie. I already told you I’m not writing some hit piece. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Besides," you shrug, "It’s only me." 

A sharp breath escapes as his shoulders lower. "Yeah, you’re right," he takes a step forward, his gaze locking with yours, "After all these years, it's you.

[thatshowthingstarted]

Sword (jian) and scabbard, probably made in the court workshops of the Yongle Ming Emperor. Chinese, Ming Dynasty, early 15th century.

The hilt is of gilt iron. The grip is of gibbous rectangular section, punched with small circles to imitate ray skin. Down the centre of the front is a raised spine bordered by tiny flames at either side.

The pommel is of trilobed form, bordered at the front and rear by bands of golden scrolls. The front panel of the pommel is chiselled and fretted with a dragon surrounded by interlacing flames, with triple claws on each paw. At the rear of the pommel, the central panel is decorated with a monster mask (kirtimukha), surmounted by a silvered crescent and golden disc, and with human hands, also surrounded by flames. At either side of the pommel are the Eight Buddhist Emblems of Good Augury (ba jixiang): the wheel of law (dharma), the standard, the treasure jar, the pair of fish, the endless knot, the lotus, the parasol and the conch shell of victory.

The guard is embossed in the form of a monster mask, surmounted by a silvered crescent and golden disc. The face is punched with circles, the canine teeth silvered, the eyebrows and whiskers chiselled and gilt. The horns are in the form of crab claws. At either side of the mouth is a paw in the form of a human hand. The head is surrounded by scrolling curls of mane. The rear of the guard is rendered as the underside of the jaw, with a set of silvered teeth, and a narrow beard running into a throat of alternate silvered and gilt bands.

The blade is associated but is probably a later replacement of Tibetan manufacture. It is formed of pattern-welded steel, of diamond section, straight and double edged. The pattern welding produces a mirrored pattern of addorsed crescents at either side of the medial ridge. The tang is of rectangular section, tapering towards the pommel, with a large expanded peg-hole towards the end. The edges have been ground and sharpened.

The scabbard is of wood covered in green stained leather and bound with gilt iron. At the throat is a V-shaped cut out at the front for seating the blade, and a scalloped cut-out in the leather to accommodate the guard. The throat retains traces of the scarlet silk with which it was lined. The iron binding comprises a long, facetted strip running all the way round either edge.

There are eight transverse bands at the rear, the uppermost and fourth of which are wider than the others, and extend round the front of the scabbard forming suspension loops. The edging strip has four main facets, with an additional narow facet at either side. It is decorated with scrollwork in gold running down each facet, and matching that on the pommel. At either end is a set of three golden lotus leaves.

The front panel is divided stylistically into upper and lower sections. The upper section is decorated quite plainly; a series of five beaded transverse bands divide it into six sections, and there are three vertical bands of fretted four-petalled rosettes in each section.

At the throat is a cusped section with a beaded border, below which is a band of flames. The ornate lower section has six smaller segments, divided vertically and horizontally by fretted 'vajras', each with a 'yinyang' symbol in the central knop. The half-'vajras' at either side emanate from the heads of lions, and the vertical bands of decoration at either side are formed by rows of flames.

Above and in the middle of these divisions are two square panels, each containing a cusped lozenge shaped central medallion, the corners decorated with interlacing flames. The uppermost of these two panels contains two dragons intertwined amid flames, with the heads at top right and bottom left; the lower has two similar dragons, with thicker bodies, and with their heads confronted at the left and right.

The chape section is decorated with a large panel of interlacing flames, within a beaded border. At the rear of the scabbard, the upper band is decorated with alternating gold and silver scrollwork, and terminates in a rosette at the front. The next two narrow bands are decorated with silver scrollwork only. The fourth is decorated at the rear like the top one, but is extended accross the front in a broad band; it is chiselled with four medallions decorated with gilt characters on silver grounds, and surrounded by interlacing gilt flames. The three lower bands are decorated in gold scrollwork.

The rear chape panel has a small, flat piece of rather coarse, scrolling interlace at the bottom, and narrow bands of petalled rosettes at either side.

A four character Tibetan inscription on the lower suspension loop reads 'khi'u ga ral gri' (honourific sharp sword).

China, 15th century (About 1420),

Leather, Ferrous, Gold, Silver, Semi-precious stone, Silk, Wood,

Dimensions:

Blade Length: 30 inches

Overall (sword) Length: 35 inches

Courtesy: Royal Armouries Museum, Leeds, United Kingdom

Sword (jian) and scabbard, probably made in the court workshops of the Yongle Ming Emperor. Chinese, Ming Dynasty, early 15th century.

[transgenderer]

The Fulton surface-to-air recovery system (STARS), also known as Skyhook, is a system used by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), United States Air Force, and United States Navy for retrieving individuals on the ground using aircraft such as the MC-130E Combat Talon I and B-17 Flying Fortress. It involves using an overall-type harness and a self-inflating balloon with an attached lift line. An MC-130E engages the line with its V-shaped yoke and the person is reeled on board. Red flags on the lift line guide the pilot during daylight recoveries; lights on the lift line are used for night recoveries. Recovery kits were designed for one- and two-man retrievals.

Illustration of operating principle of the Fulton recovery system

After experiments with instrumented dummies, Fulton continued to experiment with live pigs, as pigs have a nervous system close to humans. Lifted off the ground, the pig began to spin as it flew through the air at 125 miles per hour (200 km/h). It arrived on board uninjured, but in a disoriented state. When it recovered, it attacked the crew.[3]

By 1958, the Fulton aerial retrieval system, or "Skyhook", was finished. The ground system could be dropped from an aircraft and contained the necessary equipment for a pickup, including a harness, for cargo or a person, attached to 500 feet (150 m) of high-strength, braided nylon line and a dirigible-shaped balloon inflated by a helium bottle.

The pickup aircraft was equipped with two tubular steel "horns", 30 feet (9 m) long and spread at a 70° angle from its nose. The aircraft flew into the line, aiming at a bright mylar marker placed at the 425 foot (130 m) level. As the line was caught between the forks on the nose of the aircraft, the balloon was released and a spring-loaded trigger mechanism (sky anchor) secured the line to the aircraft. After the initial pickup, the line was snared by the pickup crew using a J-hook and attached to a powered winch and the person or cargo pulled on board. To prevent the pickup line from interfering with the aircraft's propellers in the case of an unsuccessful catch, the aircraft had deflector cables strung from the nose to the wingtips.

The first human pickup using Fulton's STARS took place on 12 August 1958, when Staff Sergeant Levi W. Woods of the U.S. Marine Corps was winched on board the Neptune.[4] Because of the geometry involved, the person being picked up experienced less of a shock than during a parachute opening. After the initial contact, which was described by one individual as similar to "a kick in the pants",[5] the person rose vertically at a slow rate to about 100 ft (30 m), then began to streamline behind the aircraft. Extension of arms and legs prevented spinning as the individual was winched on board. The process took about six minutes.

[the-king-andthe-lionheart]

Book Gendrya Month 2023 - Day Two - Loyalty

Arya and Gendry go back for each other even if there is danger in doing so:

Stubbornly, Arya dragged all the harder, pulling the crying girl along. Hot Pie scuttled back inside, abandoning them . . . but Gendry came back, the fire shining so bright on his polished helm that the horns seemed to glow orange. He ran to them, and hoisted the crying girl up over his shoulder. "Run!" (Arya IV ACOK)

Then there was a shout.

The two spearmen turned at the cry, and a third man came into view, shoving a captive before him. It was growing too dark to make out faces, but the prisoner was wearing a shiny steel helm, and when Arya saw the horns she knew it was Gendry. You stupid stupid stupid STUPID! she thought. If he'd been here she would have kicked him again.

[...]

The guards shoved Gendry inside with the boy and barred the doors behind them. Just then, a breath of wind came sighing off the lake, and the banners stirred and lifted. The one on the tall staff bore the golden lion, as she'd feared. On the other, three sleek black shapes ran across a field as yellow as butter. Dogs, she thought. Arya had seen those dogs before, but where?

It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that they had Gendry. Even if he was stubborn and stupid, she had to get him out [...] (Arya V ACOK)

[dragon-fics]

(Dungeons & Dragons) Sibling-Swamp (Voaraghamanthar & Reader)

Chapter summary: You take a bonding trip with your brother to the Mere of Dead men. Issues arise and bickering brings the dragon's attention to you

Requested on wattpad

Reblogs and likes appreciated (I don't have much of a following so pls share thank you 💖)

“I hate this…” I grumbled, heaving my feet through the swamp. The constant drizzle was irritating. No matter how many heat spells I used to warm myself or dry out my clothing, the mist would undo it all.

“You look as dark as the clouds above,” mused my older brother, Christian.

I shot him a glare. “Shut up, you.” He had the enchanted cloak, gifted by the master who loved him oh so much—his father. The cloak kept him dry, and he refused to share.

He scoffed. “Quit whinging. I didn’t drag you out here.”

I sighed, unsure if he or the rain pissed me off more. While this may have been my idea, it was a chance for us to catch up after all his years away training while I settled on joining the Daggarford guard—only one of us was blessed with a father who shared an interest with them, and was captain of the guard in a far better city.

I walked over to him, under his makeshift tent—made with another waterproof-enchanted fabric. I kicked him. “Move your fat ass,” I frowned at him, arms akimbo. Christian muttered and shifted aside. I plopped down beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. It felt firm, it always had.

I glanced up at him and sighed softly, listening to the rain fall on the tent. “I’m sorry I dragged you out here…” I mumbled.

He smirked and cupped his ear. “What was that?”

I hit his stomach, rock-solid like the rest of him. “You heard me!” He must have been built entirely of muscle.

Christian hummed. “Forever a secret.” I saw a smile crack on his lips, and he looked out at the falling rain. “What do you want with this dragon?”

“Voaraghamanthar is the most elusive dragon ever. Anyone who battles him can’t outdo him! He’s just too fast or teleports a bunch or something. No one knows.” I shrugged.

“I’m not letting you get killed. Mother would hate if her beloved (Y/N) were to perish so young.” He frowned sternly.

Sighing, I said: “I won’t go searching for him. I just want to see him. Some say he’s quite talkative too, loves to learn about what’s going on in the world. Others say he collects books to learn. So, I brought some.” I pointed to the sack I’d brought in the corner of the tent to stay dry.

Christian stared at me. “And what if he decides to do his thing of being too quick or whatever? The two of us won’t be enough.”

I looked at him. “Most who pass through don’t get harmed. Not even other dragons coming into the territory.”

He didn’t seem satisfied. “Alright,” he sighed and stood up. “I’ll go have a snoop around or something, before I pick up your insanity.” He shook his open hands by his head.

I rolled my eyes again. “Whatever.” I shuffled to the middle of the tent to stay dry. I heard Christian trudge through the soggy swamp, belting his sword and holding his shield. “Good luck.” He gave a dismissive grunt and walked away, leaving me listening to the rain.

I sighed softly and looked at my sword, ensuring it was sharp and ready in case something happened. I doubted it would, but I knew Christian would manage to provoke something. “He’s so stubborn and dumb sometimes! Being daddy’s golden boy.” I muttered, swiping the whetstone over the steel blade.

“I know the feeling,” came a voice from behind the tent. I stood up immediately, blade drawn.

A sleek black dragon loomed over the tent, eyes, teeth, and curled horns facing me. “V- Voaraghamanthar?” I stared up at him, my entire body cold to the bone, and not because of the rain.

He hummed. “That’s me.” He slinked around the tent and stepped over some dead trees. “Troubles with your brother?”

I blinked and shrugged. “No worse than usual. Sibling stuff.” I watched him carefully, unsure if Voaraghamanthar wanted to talk to me or kill me.

He nodded. “Brothers can be something else.” He sat in front of me, tail curled around his talons. “I’ve the same problem.”

I tilted my head, sword lowering. “What do y—?” I was cut off by a bellow, it was Christian. I turned to run for him, but Voaraghamanthar picked me up. I shrieked, kicking my legs in the wind when the ground was no longer touching my boots.

“Put me down!” I gripped his talon and beat Voaraghamanthar’s wrist with the pommel of my sword.

He bared his teeth and wretched my sword from my hand, holding me by one arm. I gripped his claw. “Shut up! I won’t kill you.” He swooped low, he knew where he was going.

A second pair of wings sounded behind us, and I twisted myself to look. A second dragon, the splitting image of the first, was flying after Voaraghamanthar. In its claws was Christian, unconscious, and limp. My breath hitched and my heart grew cold, how could it defeat him? “N-no!” I wriggled and lurched in Voaraghamanthar’s hold.

He huffed and held me with both claws, putting my sword between his teeth. Any attempt at escaping was futile.

“Wulzour!” called the dragon from behind. “What are you doing?!”

“Shuth upth, Westhlum!” hissed Voaraghamanthar through the blade. The other dragon caught up with him and bared his teeth.

Both dragons flew in the same direction, turning and flapping in sync. It was strange to watch. They flew to a sunken keep in the middle of the Mere and flung Christian and I onto the floor. I rolled for a moment and got to my hands and knees, scurrying over to my brother. The chill and wet getting to me.

“Why did you have to show yourself, Wulzour?! I told you I planned on scaring them!” The second dragon bared his teeth at Voaraghamanthar, or Wulzour apparently.

Wulzour dropped my sword with a clatter. “I thought I had time! Plus, they seemed great! They had books. You like books!” He gestured a wing towards the stacks of books, making a mini-library on what seemed to be the driest floor of the keep—yet it was damp anyways.

I nudged Christian, trying to wake him. He somehow had his sword and shield still on him but was out cold, a red bump forming on his head. “Wake up!” I hissed.

Wulzour crossed his arms. “I was just trying to help, not that you ever appreciate it, Weszlum, oh sorry, Voaraghamanthar.” He jerked his head away from Weszlum.

The other dragon sighed. “Well now we have two prisoners to deal with! Who now know our secret!”

I blinked at them. Their bickering sounded familiar. “Is Voaraghamanthar a pair of… brothers?”

They snapped their heads at me and Weszlum stepped closer, a crown clinking on the ground as he wore it as a toe-ring. He bared his teeth. “Well, aren’t you a clever one? Shut up!” he snapped his maw a centimetre from my face.

I wrinkled my nose as the stench and spluttered. “You need a new diet,” I croaked, fanning the smell away from my face, unfazed by his threatening stature and tone. “Your breath smells like farts. The worst kind, too.”

His eyes snapped open and shut a few times as Wulzour cackled from the other side of the room. His entire body shook as he laughed. “Oh, I like that one!” he wiped a tear from his eye and came over.

Weszlum looked at him and rolled his eyes. “I see why you picked this one up and jeopardised everything!” he snorted aggressively. “You’re so much alike.”

I sat by Christian and tried to nudge him awake, as if the bickering wasn’t enough to rouse him already.

“Typical! Jealous of my people skills!” Wulzour turned his back to his brother and lashed his tail.

Weszlum rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine. I’ll deal with your guests.” He started towards us, head low and wings wide.

I grabbed Christian’s sword, and Wulzour scowled. “Don’t! Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone other than the Cult around? People not trying to manipulate us?” Weszlum swung his head around to his brother. Wulzour stepped closer. “I mean, look at them. They were useless against us both? The little one couldn’t even hurt me.” He pointed ta me.

I blinked, unsure whether to be offended or relieved.

Weszlum was silent for a moment and looked at him. “That’s… the smartest thing you’ve ever said.” Wulzour looked like he felt the same way I did.

“Thank you?”

Weszlum nodded and looked at me. “What books to you have? And what can you get?”

I stared at him. “Uh, some new-ish novels from Waterdeep and Silverymoon? Copies of recent reports from Long Road and the Dessarin River. There’s other stuff too, fighting styles and such?”

Weszlum hummed. “A nice selection, I suppose. We’ll collect it later.” His gaze moved to Christian as he groaned awake. “Now that he’s up, tell us about yourselves.”

*~*~*~*

“Christian, fuck off!” I kicked at his thigh as he snatched my latest gatherings of reports for Weszlum.

“I want to know what the guards of Daggerford get up to!” he whined and waved his hand at the bag.

I groaned and wrapped my arm around his neck and jammed my foot into the back of his knee. He was forced to the ground. “I said, fuck off.” I held my wrist to keep my hold on him tight.

Christian coughed and tapped my arm. “Aw! Come on, (Y/N)!”

I looked down at him and into his eyes, the one physical thing we had in common. “Fine!” I was so over his bullshit. I let go of him and smacked him on the back of the head. “Shut up for once. You never share your reports with me.” I huffed and picked up the bag of books and reports that I’d dropped. By now, Christian had gotten me a waterproof bag for both these journeys and whatever else I liked.

Christian got to his feet. “I know you love me lil sib/bro/sis,” he taunted.

I glanced at him and sighed. “Unfortunately, I do, Golden Balls.” We were back in the Mere, avoiding the lizards and liches.

He gasped, acting wounded. “Unfortunately?! Golden Balls?!”

I sighed. “Shut up! Lich ahead.” I crouched behind some reeds, and he followed suit we managed to sneak passed and get to the sunken keep. One of the dragons was laying on top and he perked up at seeing us. He spread his wings and hopped down, grinning.

“Hi, Wulzour!” I waved.

He landed close to us. “You two are back sooner than usual?” he stood beside me.

“Neither of us will be able to pass by for a while,” Christian said, a twinge of jealousy in his voice. “Roads will freeze over, and food is tight so agro is high. We’ll be busy probably.”

I nodded, feeling bad at his jealousy. “But lots of juicy reports after.” I smiled at Wulzour and offered him the sack.

He nodded and took the bag. “Sounds great. I’ll let Weszlum know you’re here.” He took off to the keep.

I turned to Christian and nudged him. “You should be more appreciative if you’re so jealous.”

He huffed. “You could be kinder.”

“Only because you’re an asshole to me! But fine, I’ll try be nicer. Listening to these two opens up my ears a lot.”

“How mother kept us alive, I’ll never know.” Christian held my hand. “I hate being here too.”

[fioras-resolve]

Every Pokemon move by how much it would take to make them a guaranteed hit

--Normal--

95% (Wide Lens) Crush Claw Cut

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Double Hit Giga Impact Hyper Beam Hyper Fang Population Bomb Present Sonic Boom Super Fang Wrap Barrage Bind Comet Punch Double Slap Fury Attack Mega Punch Rock Climb Screech Swagger Tail Slap Take Down

80% (Compound Eyes) Fury Swipes

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Egg Bomb Lovely Kiss Mega Kick Slam

55% (Gravity + Wide Lens) Sing Supersonic

30% (Do Not Use) Guillotine Horn Drill

--Fighting--

95% (Wide Lens) Flying Press Jump Kick

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Axe Kick Circle Throw Hammer Arm High Jump Kick Sky Uppercut Triple Kick Rolling Kick

80% (Compound Eyes) Cross Chop Submission

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Focus Blast

50% (Gravity + Zoom Lens) Dynamic Punch

--Flying--

95% (Wide Lens) Aeroblast Air Cutter Air Slash Floaty Fall Fly

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Dual Wingbeat Sky Attack Bounce

80% (Compound Eyes) Bleakwind Storm

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Hurricane (Rain also works)

--Poison--

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Poison Gas Toxic (Being Poison-type works too)

80% (Compound Eyes) Gunk Shot

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Poison Powder Smog

--Ground--

95% (Wide Lens) Drill Run High Horsepower Mud Shot

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Bone Rush Bonemerang Bone Club Mud Bomb Precipice Blades Sand Tomb

80% (Compound Eyes) Sandsear Storm

30% (Do Not Use) Fissure

--Rock--

95% (Wide Lens) Diamond Storm Rock Tomb

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Meteor Beam Rock Blast Rock Slide Rock Throw Rock Wrecker Rollout Stone Axe

80% (Compound Eyes) Head Smash Stone Edge

--Bug--

95% (Wide Lens) Fury Cutter Pin Missile String Shot

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Skitter Smack Megahorn

--Ghost--

90% (Zoom Lens) Poltergeist

--Steel--

95% (Wide Lens) Metal Claw Steel Beam

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Meteor Mash Steel Wing Gear Grind Metal Sound Mirror Shot

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Iron Tail

--Fire--

95% (Wide Lens) Fire Fang Sacred Fire V-create

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Blast Burn Blaze Kick Heat Wave Overheat Pyro Ball Blue Flare Fire Blast Fire Spin Will-O-Wisp

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Magma Storm

50% (Gravity + Zoom Lens) Inferno

--Water--

95% (Wide Lens) Razor Shell Steam Eruption Triple Dive

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Aqua Tail Crabhammer Hydro Cannon Clamp Muddy Water Octazooka Origin Pulse Whirlpool

80% (Compound Eyes) Hydro Pump

--Grass--

95% (Wide Lens) Chloroblast Razor Leaf

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Frenzy Plant Leaf Storm Leaf Tornado Leech Seed Matcha Gotcha Sappy Seed Power Whip Seed Flare Syrup Bomb

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Sleep Powder Stun Spore

55% (Gravity + Wide Lens) Grass Whistle

--Electric--

95% (Wide Lens) Electroweb Supercell Slam Thunder Fang

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Charge Beam Thunder Cage Thunder Wave Bolt Strike

80% (Compound Eyes) Wildbolt Storm

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Thunder (Rain also works)

50% (Gravity + Zoom Lens) Zap Cannon

--Psychic--

95% (Wide Lens) Glitzy Glow

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Mystical Power Psycho Boost Psyshield Bash

Zen Headbutt

80% (Compound Eyes) Kinesis

60% (Gravity) Hypnosis

--Ice--

95% (Wide Lens) Glaciate Ice Fang Icy Wind

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Freeze Shock Freezy Frost Frost Breath Ice Ball Ice Burn Ice Hammer Icicle Crash Triple Axel Mountain Gale

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Blizzard (Hail/Snow also works)

30% (Do Not Use) Sheer Cold

--Dragon--

95% (Wide Lens) Spacial Rend

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Draco Meteor Dragon Tail Dual Chop Eternabeam Roar of Time Scale Shot

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Dragon Rush

--Dark--

95% (Wide Lens) Baddy Bad Night Daze Snarl

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Ceaseless Edge Ruination

50% (Gravity + Zoom Lens) Dark Void

--Fairy--

95% (Wide Lens) Strange Steam

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Fleur Cannon Light of Ruin Nature's Madness Play Rough Sparkly Swirl

80% (Compound Eyes) Springtide Storm

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Sweet Kiss

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wheneversday - Nostos

tagged by @dirty-bosmer @mareenavee @paraparadigm @gilgamish and @changelingsandothernonsense

I am tagging @greyborn2 and @thana-topsy mainly because I've been screaming in Discord about my new OC so they get tags too. Also Khemor would likely have never existed in his final form without the absolutely inspiring works by @greyborn2 featuring Kesh gra-Bruma.

I just want everyone to know, this is all @mareenavee's fault. An "innocent" question about what Borgakh's ideal future would look like after Aristeia is done and suddenly 48 hours later I'm writing a sequel when I haven't even finished the second chapter???? I am a clown. This is me putting on my big red shoes and big red nose and honking a silly horn and squirting a flower all over my massive WIP pile.

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Rating: T (blood and violence, mushy stuff [kissin' not viscera])

Category: M/F

Genre(s): Romance

Main characters: Borgakh the Steel Heart, Khemor gro-Skaven (Male orc LDB)

Summary: Khemor gro-Skaven, Thane of Eastmarch and The Pale, Last Dragonborn, Vanquisher of Alduin, Confidant of the High King of Skyrim, and disgraced former Magus of the College of Whispers thought that after he defeated Alduin, he would not have to worry about anything more dangerous than a papercut for the rest of his life. When Jarl of the Pale asks him to investigate the destruction of the Hall of the Vigilants, it sets off a chain of events that ultimately leads him to wash up at the feet of the woman of his dreams. But what can a crippled conjuration mage-scholar half again her age possibly offer to a future Shield-Wife?

The pain was blinding. Khemor's knees buckled, and Borgakh made a noise of fear and started forward as if to catch him but Serana was faster, her shoulder under his arm, one knee bracing his leg.

"No, keep your hands on it!" Khemor hissed through gritted teeth. Borgakh's hands tightened over his, pressing them into the soul gem.

Magicka burned its way down his arms, dammed behind his palms, searching for a way into the rough, uncut gem.

There it is! All soul gems had a natural entry point, almost always obliterated in the process of faceting them. But if you had a natural, uncut gem, and the talent and patience to find the entry point, the soul would flow into it effortlessly, like a river finding the sea.

The pain faded as the flow of magicka -- the flow of his soul-- was released into the stone. It left behind an acute weariness, and despite Serana's support Khemor sank to his knees. Borgakh still clasped his hands around the soul gem, and he looked up into her eyes.

The naked fear they held was so alien to him in the context of her features that he almost reached out automatically to touch her face, to reassure her. But she was not concerned with herself, she was fearful for him. And there was no reassurance he could give that he would be alright.

"Khemor, that's enough," Serana's voice cut through the spell Borgakh's eyes had held him in. He cut off the flow of magicka into the stone. A chill had settled in his chest, as if cold hands were gripping his heart. But as he withdrew from the stone, leaving it cradled in Borgakh's hands, the sharpness of the cold diminished, as if he was huddled next to a small fire in a snowstorm.

"Oh!" she said in surprise. "It's...warm. It's like a heartbeat."

Khemor reached up, and covered her hands with his own, he looked into her face beseechingly. "You hold my heart and soul in your hands, Borgakh the Steel-Heart. Please," his voice dropped into a husky whisper. "Please don't let them break." He pushed the stone against her chest. "Keep them safe."

The kindness and determination in her face as she nodded sent another bloom of fleeting warmth that forced the chill farther away from his heart.

The hardness of the flagstones against his shins brought Khemor back to himself, and the fact that he was on his knees, gripping Borgakh's hands, staring into her eyes and begging her to take care of his heart. He forced himself to release her, and accepted Serana's assistance to rise shakily to his feet.

Leaning on his staff, Khemor faced the swirling, violet abyss that yawned below them, the steps leading into it like a narrow tongue inviting him into the maw of Oblivion. He could not meet Borgakh's eyes, but as she carefully opened her gambeson and placed the now-glowing soul gem into an inner pocket, next to her heart, a peace settled over him. No matter what awaited him on the other side of the portal, his soul was with Borgakh.

As he placed his foot upon the threshold of the steps, a hand gripped his arm. Khemor didn't turn, but reached up to cover it with his own.

"Return safely to me, Khemor gro-Skaven."

Khemor said nothing, but took Borgakh's hand in his and with a final squeeze shared between them, let her fingers slip from his as he descended the stairs into the realm of the Ideal Masters.

[wickedapostate]

Nazari physical description, it's under the cut cause it is 700+ words. I got into the nitty gritty here folks

Nazari is a Qunari trans woman, she is 7'2 with what would be considered a lean athletic build by Qunari standards, and a fit (not body builder) build by human standards. She has deep bronze skin that almost is metallic in some lighting.

She has many scars: One across her face, starting right next to her left (artists right) eyebrow, narrowly missing her eye, going across her nose, and ending just a bit after that. Right under her left horn (artists right) she has electrical burn scarring from getting hit with a bolt of magical lightening, it covers the left half of her forehead and stops just above her eyebrow. On her upper right (artist's left) bicep she has two scars which form an X from a dagger. On her left palm there is a horizontal scar of a cut from a sword. She also has some scars which are generally covered by her clothes. All but the burn scars are old ones and appear so.

She has a rectangular face with highly defined cheek bones and hollow cheeks, average sized forehead with two horns, mirrors of each other, sprouting from her hairline. Her nose bridge has a nook in it, and is slightly crooked due to being broken in the past, her nostrils flair out wide, and dipping down somewhat. Her eyes are long horizontal ovals, the upper lash line flairing up just a bit at the outer corners, her irises are storm purple, and scalria is white. She has thick white eyebrows, they've been given a once, not twice, over with tweezers; she also has two sliver steel hoop piercings on the inner side of her left (artists right) eyebrow.

Horns. Honestly I don't know how to describe them. I'm sorry, you're gonna have to rely on the art I've got. Tbh, the Crowesn picrew one is the best reference I've got and what I want her horns to look like.

Her ears are somewhat pointed, coming in at an angle. She wears two sliver colored small hoop earrings on each ear lobe, and has an industrial piercing in each ear, the same color as the other two.

Her hair is thick and curly, reaching down to her butt hanging loosely and with volume. Thick strands reach around her horns to frame, and hang over the right (artist's left) side of her face, lightly obscuring her eye. She has a very slight widows peak. Her hair is well moisturized and in heavy light appears shiny. It is cloud white naturally. HC time that Qunari (the lineage) don't often have noticeable body hair due to their dragon blood and also cause the only qunari we see with more than hair on their heads, eyebrows, or eyelashes, is Bull with his facial hair. All of this to say she doesn't have noticeable body hair.

A sleeveless layered top, the under layer is a elegantly patterned deep purple toned turtle neck, the top layer is a v neckline that slightly pops out around the neck in a dark violet velvet. It is tucked into black trousers held up by a belt, the sides are cut out and stitched back together with black cord in an X pattern, a move to make the pants fit better on herself. The pants are tucked into caff height black leather boots which have had it's straps dyed purple-ish.

On her hands she wears partial gloves made up of sliver chain and a portion of cut out lace, it covers the flesh beneath the thumb. On her right (artist's left) wrist she has a leather cord wrapped around with a clay charm of half a dragon tooth attached to it. Around her neck she has three necklaces; the longest reaches the middle of her chest, it is a steel locket on a steel chain, inside is a pressed herb, native only to Par Vollen, a momento her mother gifted her. The next longest hangs to the top of her chest, six colorful wooden beads on a scrap leather cord, gifted to her by a child she helped free. The last is nearly a choker, a plain fine sliver chain.

One last detail is that she keeps a steel flask in her right boot which is usually full of high proof sprirts just as good for fire spell components as it is for getting drunk.

The mentioned picrew

My current best reference of her. By myself