#silly name tourney

[silly-name-tourney]

Silly Guy Tournament Prelims: Ace Attorney

*Inga Karkhuul Haw'kohd Dis'nahm Bi'ahni Lawga Ormo Pohmpus Da'nit Ar'edi Iz Khura'in III

bear in mind the amount of guys accepted depends on the outcome of the entries per fandom poll!

[angelboybreakdowns]

ok heres the bracket for my name tournament im gonna start posting the polls like. immediately probably

@joplinspiderz

[fairysluna]

Helloooo, thanks for sharing your writing with us, I love all of your fics specially sinners 🤍🧸⭐️

For the short drabbles could you do Maegor + asking for his niece’s favor at a tourney

this is such a cute idea! i love this so much. Also, thank you for your kind words, I hope you like this🤍✨

tags — fluff, rhaena being lowkey a hater, reader being delulu (like all of us).

The way the whole crowd roared with excitement when the royal prince came out victorious from the tournament was deafening. You were laughing excitedly, clapping as your smile couldn't get any bigger. Eyes shining as bright as stars at midnight as you watched your beloved uncle smiling back at you from afar. Your beloved older sister, Rhaena, was sitting next to you wearing an unfazed expression on her face, completely opposite to the cheerful attitude you had.

From your seat, you saw Maegor galloping slowly towards the royal family, wearing that winning smile that you loved so dearly as he rested his lance against his shoulder. The butterflies that appeared on your belly were hard to ignore when he started to get closer and closer to you. You fixed your hair, nervously played with your fingers and impatiently waited for him to get close enough to hear his voice. At your side, your sister scoffed, already annoyed by your attitude towards your uncle, with whom you wished to marry; she had heard all of it, and she was tired of hearing that man's name coming from your lips.

But you couldn't care less about it.

Your attention was all over the man on the horse in front of you, standing proudly and looking so gallant inside that thick metal armor of his, you couldn't help but to bite your lip before he decided to open his mouth and say, “May I have the honor to ask for the princess' favor?” He didn't even have to specify which princess he was talking about, for every single person knew he meant you. They all certainly knew about the close relationship you had with him.

You slowly arose from your seat, taking with you the crown of flowers that you made early that morning, especially for him. You walked closer to the railing and looked down at him, feeling the air getting caught in your throat as you saw him more up close. He removed the helmet of his armor, wanting to look into your pretty eyes before he uttered the next words. “I'm convinced that everytime the sun rises you become far more beautiful, my princess.” He spoke slightly lower, as if he wanted just you to hear. You couldn't help but to feel suddenly shy under his mischievous stare, the heat on your cheeks growing as you tried to look away from him.

“You flatter me, uncle,” you replied, managing to throw the crown of flowers down the lance. “I feel like the most beautiful maiden in the Seven Kingdoms whenever you speak with such kindness to me.”

“Well, you are, my dear.” He winked at you. “Before I leave, allow me to remind you that this victory, as well as the ones that are yet to come, are dedicated to you. My beautiful princess.” A silly, enamored smile was drawn on your lips as he turned around in his black horse and galloped away from you. He made you feel all kinds of things in such a little amount of time, including a strange, new sensation located in your lower belly which you decided it was best to ignore.

Once you returned to your seat, you found your sister staring at you with a visible frown on her face. “Could you be any more obvious? You left a path of your drool behind you.”

“I will marry him someday,” you told her, your voice filled with the purest of illusions.

Rhaena could only roll her eyes.

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GENERAL TAG LIST — @islandfantasydream @arcielee @bucknastysbabe @zaldritzosrose @rafeism @valeskafics

MAEGOR TAG LIST — @targaryen-dynasty @hypocritic-trash-baby @mariahossain

[vgtrackbracket]

Inspired primarily by @bestgameostcrownduel and the video game tracks submitted to @its-to-the-death's Villain Song Showdown, I'm making a video game track tournament!

Rules:

Just to be clear, I'm referring to individual tracks/songs, not full soundtracks!

Tracks should be official/come from an actual game. So no fan songs, and no K/DA situations.

Related to the above, music that was created specifically for (and used in) rhythm games is allowed, but no pre-existing songs or covers of them that happened to be used in rhythm games.

Though I hope this should go without saying, I won’t be allowing any tracks from games from the Harry Potter franchise. I’m also not allowing tracks from the series The Last of Us, and may disallow other series/games if I feel the need.

Please don’t spam the submissions with the same track multiple times, but feel free to submit as many different ones as you want.

I do require a link to the track. If you can’t find (or upload) it anywhere online, it’s not getting in, sorry.

The rules may be updated if I remember anything important I’ve left out, but that’s all of them for now. So beyond that, go wild! The submission period ends at the end of the day on Sunday March 3rd (EST).

Submissions go here! (make sure you've read the rules!)

Tags for visibility under the cut!

@tournament-announcer @tournamentdirectory @the-polls @gamequoteshowdown @video-game-kids-tournament @vg-soundtrack-showdown @fuck-you-upmusicbracket @worstvideogamesong-poll @tourneys-by-me @silly-name-tourney @besttropeveershowdown @characterswithcolorsnamesfight @who-do-i-know-this-man @badass-queer-couples-battle

[godsspecialestlittleguyskirmish]

Do you have a little guy? Is he god's specialest?

I'm sure you do. The real question is: do you want to see him fight other specialest little guys?

Rules:

No real people, hp, or mcu

Being rude to other people will be an instant block

Propaganda and pre-propaganda is allowed

Qualifications:

Does not have to be a guy. Being god's specialest is not gender exclusive

Can be more than one god's specialest guy. They can share

They are many definitions of "god's specialest little guy". Just go with what your heart tells you

Submissions closed!

@tournament-announcer @tournamentdirectory @females-fucked-over-tourney @best-tv-theme-song @silly-name-tourney @dumbass-duo-showdown @tortured-artist-tourney

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Loss of virginity, Criston is champ (who likes to be a bit puppy), Lady Dondarrion is a plus sized queen who doesn’t play around, pnv!sex, begging, set before HOTD, He learns alot that year Lmfao, pwp-ish, this is actually super soft

You stared from a high walkway, your companion next to you. Serena Caron was your closest friend and cousin. She was sent to Blackhaven as a girl. She tilted her head down at the training yard, eyeing a familiar yet changed face.

The newly knighted Ser Criston, the son of Blackhaven’s steward. Your uncle Arlan had knighted him since they returned from the last skirmish over the Boneway. He had grown into his gangly body, a man grown now. The dark haired knight was fearless with a Morningstar.

Serena noted, “He burned two water towers on the Boneway. Ser Criston was knighted soon after. He’s eight and ten now. Quite handsome you think?”

“Very much so. Much more handsome than the boy who stuttered and blushed to his ears when I spoke to him. When Cole was a squire still. Arlan’s ‘cole-black shadow’.” You snickered with Serena, clasping her arm, eyes catching the dark orbs of the steward’s son. You gave a smile and he nodded briskly, returning to training.

Your nightingale giggled, “He had to have gotten his cock wet by now. You know those camp whores flock to knights like flies to shit.”

Scoffing as you traveled down basalt steps, you replied, “Definitely not. He’s still green as the Mistwood. I’d imagine young Cole is like his father Wilhelm, all duty no fun.”

Serena’s dark eyes sparkled as she taunted, “Are you afraid your little childish flight of fancy has turned into a big handsome knight? Can’t moon over the highborn girl when his title can get many a pretty girl.”

Your cousin knew the jealous streak of yours. In your younger years, Criston was the cutest boy in the keep. You’d playfully tease and flirt with him, getting his stutter riled up and face darkened. You still wanted a piece.

You pinched her, snarking, “Oh don’t rile me up, you conniving songbird. He’s green and I can prove it. Make those pretty eyes wet with tears from my cunt alone.” The matter of your maidenhead was pointless— your husband Benjamin Tarly laid dead. Too soon for any seed to take.

Eventually some other lord’s wife would die in childbirth and you’d fill in. You were merely wedded and bedded at the tender age of 16 and now approached 22. The heir of Harvest Hall’s wife was rumored to have difficult births. Marcher to marcher, Selmy’s were not bad.

Whatever. You’d seduce this handsome knight and make him whine like a pretty maiden, doleful eyes begging you for relief. Serena interrupted your lustful thoughts and laughed, “Alright. If I’m correct, you get to brush my hair for a month.”

You sighed in annoyance regarding Serena’s thick curls.

“If I’m correct, you have to finally ask my brother for a dance,” you stated with a sniff.

Serena sputtered and blushed, slapping your shoulder. The Caron lady hissed, “Oh you witch! Beron thinks I’m a silly little girl.” Those two were so oblivious the Vulture King could spy their chemistry from Dorne. You shooed off your best friend.

“I’m off to seduce a maiden, wish me luck!”

She cursed you with a laugh, turning to her quarters.

Criston sat lower at the table for dinner, moved up above the castle guard and lowborn workers, bastards. Knighted now, he still retained a solemn disposition. There was fire underneath, not any soldier took initiative like he did near the horrid lands of House Wyl. Ambition lay underneath his puppy-ish face, baby fat all gone. Striking, with those deep eyes and tousled curls.

Wilhelm seemed to be preening, he boldly claimed his son would easily find his way to glory. Just needed some tourneys to get his name and skill out there. Criston gave a shy smile, sculpted lips curling up, tan skin darkening a shade.

You sipped on wonderfully bitter wine, eyeing him shamelessly. Serena snickered from your side. The young knight met your gaze and held it, brows furrowing in confusion. Placing the goblet down on the dark wood of the table, you licked your wine-stained lips, tossing your hair.

Criston averted his gaze, suddenly finding his supper very interesting. Shy little pup. You murmured, “Green. Green as the Queen’s dress.” Serena shrugged, “A highborn lady of the house he’s sworn to is much more intimidating than a whore.”

Supper was finished, servants coming to clear the plates. Abruptly standing up, you left to wait in a dark corner, eyes peeled for his fine frame. Ser Criston was clad in the familiar faded red of his small house. Annoyed as others filtered out, Arlan had cornered the object of your desire with your father.

Likely talking about horseshit and the upcoming tourney in Ashford. You waited and waited until they split, passing you by. Your Lord Father questioned, “What are you doing dear? Skulking like a ghost.”

Feigning innocence and batting wide eyes you simpered, casting a look to Ser Criston, “I simply wished to ask our valiant new knight about his adventures!” Arlan grinned and pushed the lad forward, “Go ahead, he’s too damn humble. Night my lovely niece.”

“Thank you nuncle, night to you.”

They strode off and Criston seemed like a fish out of water, eyes wide with uncertainty. He furrowed those dark brows again and asked, “What would you like to know about?” You hummed, “Walk with me and tell me all about it, before you get carted off again, Blackhaven’s new wonder!”

He gently took your arm and the pair of you strode around the basalt stones of Blackhaven. He seemed to ease up after some conversation, describing the bleak circumstances of the lands. You shuddered at the descriptions of the men lost and mutilated as a warning.

He asked a couple questions of his own, how your were holding up. What marriage offers may lay on the horizon. Chivalrous talk, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in the banal affairs of a Lord’s daughter. It warmed your heart some, your late husband was more concerned with hunting around Horn Hill.

You stopped the knight, conveniently at the doors to your chambers. He looked at them, back to you, and back to the door. Criston stuttered, “O-oh uh- it seems our walk has come to an e-end.” You smiled in a feline manner, placed a hand on his chest, felt his rapidly beating heart.

He inhaled sharply, unsure, murmuring nervously, “Lady Dondarrion, T-Tarly, wh-what’s going on here? This is unseemly for me.”

You shrugged, “Dondarrion. My maidenhead is gone and I desire you,” plastering your body to his you purred, “Since coming back on that black gelding looking like a maiden’s fantasy.”

He made a soft noise, eyelids fluttering, hands clenched at his sides. You murmured into his ear, so close your lips grazed the shell, the poor thing shivering, “If you desire to have me, the offer is standing now. Take it or leave it, Ser Criston.”

His hands wrapped around your waist, the pair of your stepping backwards into the door, lips meeting feverishly. He’d had some experience kissing, pretty lips easily moving with yours. He opened the door, more awkward stepping, then the dark haired man sealed the room shut.

His big hands wrapped around your corseted waist, gripping with a delightful force. Need emanated off the man, his broken noises slipping out between increasingly wet kisses. Your nimble fingers began to unbutton his doublet, exposing a pale undershirt and his lightly haired chest. He had a gorgeous golden chain upon tanned skin.

You pulled back, Criston softly whining and chasing your lips. He panted as you purred, “I’m a big girl sweet Criston, can you take it?” He nodded eagerly, seeking to get back to lapping your plush lips. Obviously he didn’t care of your curvy body, soft places that bothered you. Your mother passed down that.

Serena’s slim frame and busty chest oft drew the attention of most. You weren’t frumpy by any means, just thicker of waist and plumper thighs and ass, an overlarge bust you tried to bind down. Criston’s fuzzy brain seemed to catch up with him, praising, “You are beautiful, no amount of extra flesh is deterring me.”

You began to unbutton his breeches and he paused, indicating you to turn around. Thankfully the heat from the fire kept the room warm. You moved your hair aside as Criston’s hands undid your jewelry, carefully placing them on the nearest surface.

There was a stagnant pause. Criston’s hands hovering on the top button of your dress. You had already moved your hair, what was the hold up? Then it hit you, the green boy had no clue on how to undress a lady. Which granted, was a complicated ordeal.

“Unbutton that gold one,” you instructed.

He did so, pushing the dress down to reveal the next layer. The stiff corset, verdingal and bum roll. You untied the latter two yourself and teased, “Never seen a lady’s undergarments Cole?” He whispered, fingers faltering on the laces of the corset, “No, not of a highborn.”

The fire crackled as he released the garment, you breathing a sigh of relief, breasts and waist free of the restrictive garment. Only your thin shift remained, Criston making a weak noise as he jerked up the linen, groaning again at your soft frame.

It was your turn to be abashed, it had been a bit since anything but a primal rut in the dark at a tourney or feast from a visiting lord. He breathed, “Gods, oh, my lady.” You turned gently, unlacing his own breeches, tented by his cock. The knight’s thighs trembled, nervous hands roving your plush hips and ass.

You looked up at his doleful eyes, wide and needy. He’d bitten his lip bloody while you had been turned around. You asked, “Have you bedded a lady before?” He choked on an answer, gasping as you pumped his gorgeous prick.

He strained out, “No, fuck, fuck, my lady, I’ll be good for you, please.”

You thumbed around the tip, his mouth now fallen open.

“You’ll be good for me? Fuck your lord’s daughter, it’s almost your duty to be good. It’s okay, you’re a stud, I’ll let you eat my cunt if you blow early.” Criston made the sluttiest little whimper of your name, begging again, “Oh please, please.”

“Please what?”

He mournfully whimpered, “Pleeeease.”

You’d rendered the darling of Blackhaven to mush, begging for a treat like a sweet little hound, not even aware of what he was begging for. You let go of his leaky cock, leading him to the bed, pushing the tanned man down with a smirk. Your own cunt was aching, the power trip intoxicating.

Criston’s sweet face looked so innocent, panting heavily, hair already a sweaty mess. You straddled strong thighs, hands sliding up his lean torso. You asked sweetly, hands retreating to hold your breasts, “Do you want to touch them sweet knight? They’re so sore.”

He nodded, eyes growing teary with need. Criston warbled, “Yes, yes, may I?”

You nodded in assent, throwing your head back with a smile and throaty moan. Criston’s calloused hands felt good on the tender flesh, squeezing and experimentally thumbing your peaked nipples. The man groaned in pleasure, gasping out, “You’re so soft, feels good.”

You leaned over his frame, flesh to flesh gently coming together. Your paler skin against his tanned. His thighs trembled, mouth hanging open again as your body laid atop his stiff prick. You caressed a lightly stubbled cheek, smiling, “You’re just the sweetest thing, Ser Criston.”

He blushed, face screwing up when you laid kisses along his jaw and pulsing neck, nipping here and there. At the same time you rutted your swollen slick folds against him, sighing in pleasure. His big hands groped at your ass, voice strained, “Fuh-fuck me, fuck me please, oh gods m’lady, I’ll do anything, it- it hurts I swear it.”

Kissing his trembling lips, you cooed, “I’ve got you, relax, deep breaths sweetheart.” He nodded, frantic hands stilling, Criston’s staccato breath winding down a bit. Reaching under your body, you nestled the blunt tip of his cock against your sopping entrance. Cole cried out softly, hands clenching back down into your plush hips.’

He was doing his best to keep his breathing in line, exhaling sharply from his nose. You slowly sat onto the thick member, eyes fluttering from the feeling of fullness, the familiar stretch of your walls. You pressed your forehead to his cheek, hands planted on his muscled chest.

Criston seemed to be holding on for dear life, fingertips digging into you, leaving sweet bruises to cherish later. His cock twitched and throbbed, the knight babbling, “I, I, I, can’t m’lady oh seven hells!” You stroked his curls and shushed his frantic whining.

“I know, feels so good, just hold on, it’ll pass sweet boy.”

His teary eyes gazed at you intensely, nodding, you coddling him through the intense new sensations. Stroking back a sweaty piece of hair you asked, “Better sweet boy? Such a pretty pup with a pretty cock. Want me to ride you now?”

Criston managed a weak moan of ‘yes’, hips already twitching upwards. You began to raise your hips, riding his thick cock in slow movements. His back arched a bit, planting his feet down to thrust into your wet pussy. You praised, “Yesss, yes, that’s it!”

Soon the slow rolls sped up with each collision of your ass to his lean hips. What had once looked like gentle lovemaking had turned into fucking— loud, lurid, sloppy. Your mouth mashed against his, the pair of you whining and carrying on accompanied by the sound of your cunt being pounded.

Criston warbled, “So good so good, my lady, gods!” You nibbled on his lips, angling your hips to graze your sensitive bud against his body. The knight’s noises were getting more frequent. He thrust harder, hitting that good spot, you involuntarily tightening around him with a cry. You watched as the man stiffened with a whimper, eyes going wide, cock swelling up.

You immediately pulled up and off his cock, Criston too lost in the throes of his sudden orgasm to register the loss of your warm cunt. In a frenzy you ground yourself against his body, cumming as his seed spurted against your back and ass. He moaned dazedly, eyes watching you get off, rasping, “On me, my lady, on me, beautiful. Shall I get down on my knees and lap at you?”

His utter adoration and sweet voice, big hands at your sides accompanied the heightening sensitivity to your bundle, you grunting and moaning deeply, grabbing a handful of dark curls. The image of the pretty knight with a collar between your legs sent you over the edge with a raspy keen. Slick covered his lower belly coarse curls, Criston seeking out your lips desperately.

He shuddered underneath you, cute little ‘thank you’ leaving his lips. You rolled off of him, uncaring of the seed dirtying the bed. Criston immediately pulled you into his frame, tucking a stubbled chin into your neck. You rubbed his arm around your belly and hummed, “Not bad for your first time. I can teach you many a thing before off your pretty ass goes to tourneys and I get sent to Harvest Hall.”

“I would quite enjoy that,” came his soft voice.

Ser Criston Cole always sought out the banners of House Selmy during Royal tourneys later on. She was beautiful as ever, holding a babe and nodding at him with a dazzling smile. He’d always be fond of his times in Blackhaven, especially with her.

[let-them-fight]

Do you want SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS to square off with CTHULU?

What would happen if REI PLUSH was pit up against 1 BILLION LIONS?

Well, my friend, THIS DUMB FUCKING STUPID BLOG IS RIGHT FOR YOU!

Welcome to THE TOURNAMENT! That’s it; it’s a tournament, in which YOU (the tumblrina) submit a random bitch from ANY FICTIONAL MEDIA to me (the tumblrine) via either the submissions tab and/or the inbox. Depending on the popularity of this blog, once we hit 100 individual submissions, we begin.

I will pair up two random characters out of the list. They will fight. They do not move onto some… new round, nor do they receive some cool swag sexy prize.

They, as in YOU, merely receive the notion that your fave survived a go in

THE TOURNAMENT.

I cannot guarantee how quickly polls will be out, and between the limits I will most definitely be doing other stuff apart from this blog.

Anyways here are da rulez:

No real people preferably! (With exceptions)

No ism, ist, or phobia here, thank you very much. Any and all occurrences of that will be blocked and/or denied.

No Harry Potter or DSMP please <3

Be respectful to each other and me. Lest I bawl like a big fat baby and pound my fists into the floor

Do not whine to me if your fave doesn’t win one of these silly little rounds. This is what queer infighting leads to /j

Anyways… I think I got the point across well. Bye!

Tagging for exposure (sorry that these have like 0 correlation):

@haveyouheardthisband @haveyoureadthisbook-poll @haveyouseenthismovie-poll @ao3topshipsbracket

@autistic-anime-girls-bracket

@dumbass-duo-showdown

@hot-take-tournament

@who-do-i-know-this-man

@copaganda-clobberfest

@toxicyuribracket

@fave-fight

@tournament-winners-tournament

@fictional-idol-tournament

@cinderpoll

@silly-name-tourney

@badass-queer-couples-battle

@shinypokemonshowdown

@ffshipbracket

[mossyriverrocks]

Yeahhh look at him the silly guy @kirbyoctournament

Man’s name is Damian

Personality: He’s very cheery, and very friendly. Very. He’s desperate for attention and often looks for it in the wrong places. He get’s attached easily, and once he’s attached to someone, it’s near impossible to get him unattached. If he becomes attached to a bad person, he puts up with it and justifies every action. He’s really lonely. He’s not stupid, he’s just desperate. He’s very dedicated to his hobbies and loved ones.

Backstory and Lore: he grew up in a neglectful home, and was kicked out as soon as it was legal. He put on a cheery persona, although he was in a very, very dark spot, contemplating some very dark things. His life was in the gutter, and then he met Fela. Fela promised him whatever he needed in return for his help. He instantly fell in love. Platonically.

He followed them around and did anything to please them. This was the most attention he got in his life. One day, Fela mysteriously got kidnapped, and all signed pointed to a pink puffball. Kirby. He then set on a mission to rescue his best friend.

Fela is a manipulative jerk who ran away to use Damian’s affection to their own needs. They knew Damian and Kirby combined could restore them to their former glory, so they framed Kirby for their “kidnapping”, and then asked kirby to help with “an evil demon who’s been following them around trying to kidnap them”.

Fela will not be entered into this tourney 😊

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Ch 1 - To King's Landing

Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong (eventually lol)

Warnings: none

Prologue

Masterlist

"In 107 AC, the King held a seven-day celebration in honor of Princess Rhaenyra's tenth name day. The young Princess was named 'the Realm's Delight' by the minstrels at court. Rhaenyra was a precocious child, bright, bold and beautiful. She became a dragon rider at only seven years old, riding her yellow she-dragon, Syrax. The tourney would also mark the return of Prince Daemon to King's Landing. He spent most of his time away in the Vale, with his lady wife, Rhea Royce, and their young daughter, Princess Daena.

Princess Daena was a lively, cheerful girl only a year younger than her cousin, Rhaenyra. She became a proficient huntress in thanks to her lady mother. Some at court frowned, saying it was inappropriate for a lady to hunt down animals and cover herself in dirt and blood, but Rhea and Daemon paid them no mind, letting their daughter do what she liked. 'She's not just a lady...she's a Princess of House Targaryen. Dragons don't fear blood' Prince Daemon was heard saying in defense of his daughter."

(Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros, by Archmaester Gyldayn)

~

107 AC, King's Landing

This was Daena's second time visiting King's Landing. Well third, if you count the time her parents brought her when she was a baby so that her great-grandparents, King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne could meet their newest great-granddaughter. It was said the Good Queen wept tears of joy when she held Daena in her hands for the first time. The Queen was old and frail, having to walk with a cane. Nonetheless, the Queen gave her blessing and proclaimed that Daena would be a great beauty one day.

Now, Daena and her father, Prince Daemon, were visiting King's Landing once again. This time because of her cousin Rhaenyra. Her uncle, King Viserys I, was holding a great tourney in honor of Rhaenyra's 10th name day. Even after 14 years of marriage, Viserys and his wife, Queen Aemma Arryn, only had one living child - Rhaenyra. The King was known for spoiling his only child with many things, and "seven days of celebration for her name day seemed only appropriate", according to His Grace.

Daena spent much of her childhood at Runestone. She was taught how to ride a horse and hunt with a bow and arrow by her lady mother, Rhea Royce. Her mother was a strong, intelligent woman and was the ruling Lady of Runestone. Daena was very proud to be her daughter and always strived to make her mother proud. Daena didn't look much like her mother. She looked more like her father's side of the family. With fair skin, long silver hair, and lilac eyes, she looked nothing short of a true Targaryen Princess. Nonetheless, she knew she had many other things in common with her dear mother. 

Her mother didn't join them. She said she needed to look after Runestone, that it was her duty. But even as a child, Daena knew it was because her mother never liked her father and she simply didn't want to spend time with him. It made Daena sad, that her parents disliked each other, but they tried to be cordial with one another for her sake. She once asked her parents if she would ever get a sibling. Her mother choked on her wine while her father frowned and told her not to be silly and ask stupid questions. She never asked again.

~

"Are we there yet?" Daena asked Amanda, one of her mother's nieces who went South with them. Lady Amanda was from the cadet branch of House Royce - House Royce of the Gates of the Moon. Amanda was a pretty maid of 16 summers. Nearly a woman grown, Lady Rhea sent her young niece to King's Landing to look after her daughter and also for a potential marriage.

 Amanda had long dark brown hair and round brown eyes. Daena liked her very much. She was fun and kind and taught Daena how to sew. "We'll be there in a short while, Princess," Amanda answered while looking out from the small carriage window. 

Daena didn't like that she was in a carriage. She wanted to fly with her father on Caraxes but he refused her, saying she was too young. So, she would travel by carriage. She looked out the window and saw a giant castle made of red stone. 

"The Red Keep..." Daena whispered under her breath. She has never seen King's Landing. She did visit in 101 AC, when her great-grandfather, Jaehaerys passed away. But she didn't remember much from that whole ordeal. She only remembered that everyone was sad and quiet. 

Daena was 9 years old and slightly taller than most girls her age. She was thin and slender and had long silver hair she liked to keep in a single long braid. Father said it made her look like Queen Visenya. Daena would love nothing more than to be like the legendary Visenya. 

"Do you think Rhaenyra will let me see Syrax?" Daena quietly asked Amanda. She would never admit it, but she was a bit jealous that Rhaenyra had a dragon. Daena's dark purple egg never hatched. She still had it, it was held back at Runestone, but she didn't like looking at it.

It made her sad and angry. Some kids back at Runestone would mock her and call her Daena the Dragonless. The words of her mother's House were 'We remember' and in keeping with that, she never forgot or forgave the people who mocked her. She hoped that since she was in King's Landing, she could claim an already hatched dragon. 

"I'm not sure...Perhaps a bit later." Amanda said cautiously. She knew how important dragons were to the Targaryens and it hurt her to see Daena so sad. 

"Open the gates!" A guard shouted. They were already there. They were about to enter the Red Keep! Daena sat up straight and smoothed her red and black silk dress. Her silver hair was braided at the top to look like a crown. Small ruby earrings dangled like blood droplets from her ears. The gates were opened and the carriage entered the courtyard. 

The doors of the carriage opened and Daena could see her father dismounting his horse. A page boy helped her get out. Once her feet hit the ground, a guard announced them. 

"Prince Daemon Targaryen and his daughter, Princess Daena!" Her father beckoned her over and so she quickly walked over to him. He put his arm around her little shoulders.

"Prince Daemon...Welcome..."A voice said. She finally focused on the person standing in front of the castle doors. It was Ser Otto Hightower - the Hand of the King. 

"Princess..." He greeted her as well, though he sounded and looked like he didn't want to be there. She didn't curtsy to the lord, she didn't have to as a Princess. She felt her father protectively pulling her closer to him. 

"Ser Otto...", her father managed to say through gritted teeth. Even as a child, she could tell the two men heavily disliked each other. 

"Amanda, take Daena inside. Visit the Queen if you can. I'm sure Her Grace would like that" Daemon told Amanda. The young Royce girl nodded and took Daena's hand and they walked inside. Once they reached the Queen's chambers, they entered the spacious room. 

"Princess Daena, Your Grace", a maid announced Daena. The Queen was heavily pregnant and was sitting on a chaise lounge in front of a big window and was propped up by lots of pillows. Her silver hair was down and fell freely. She wore only a nightdress and a pretty, pink, embroidered silk robe. The Queen turned her head and smiled lightly at her young niece. 

"Daena, my dear...How you've grown. I haven't seen you in ages." Aemma said softly as she looked over Daena. The young princess curtsied to Aemma. The Queen beckoned her and gave her a warm hug. 

"Your Grace," Daena said politely. 

"Come, sit here." Aemma gestured to a nearby chair. Daena sat. Aemma looked over Daena's shoulder and saw a pretty brunette in the corner. Daena noticed. 

"Your Grace, this is Lady Amanda Royce of the Gates of the Moon. She's my cousin. She came here with me, I hope you don't mind." Daena introduces Amanda to the Queen. 

"No, not at all. It's a pleasure to meet you, my lady" Aemma greets the Royce girl. 

"The pleasure is mine, Your Grace. Thank you for having me" Amanda says and bows to Aemma. The Queen and Daena talk for a while, about the Vale, about Runestone, and how much Daena has grown.

"If I may ask...where is my dear cousin Rhaenyra? I haven't seen her yet." Daena asks after a while. Aemma sighs and fans herself with a fan.

"I believe she's having her lesson with Septa Marlow" Aemma explained. Daena hums in acknowledgment. 

"Princess Rhaenyra", a maid announces after a while. In came Daena's older cousin. She was fair-skinned with pretty purple eyes. She was a bit shorter than Daena, but they both had long silver hair.

"Cousin! It's been so long!" Rhaenyra greeted Daena with a warm smile and a tight hug. 

"Nyra!" Daena exclaimed in joy. Rhaenyra greeted her mother and they talked for a few minutes.

 "Come, dear cousin. Let's go for a walk." Rhaenyra suggests and takes Daena by the hand. 

"Your Grace, I hope you have a nice day." Daena bid the Queen politely. Aemma smiled sadly at the two girls.

Daena and Rhaenyra were walking in the Royal Gardens in the afternoon sun. They sat under the weirwood and talked for hours. In the distance Ser Harrold Westerling, Rhaenyra's sworn shield, was keeping guard. At sundown, Amanda came around and told them they were summoned for supper with the King.

"Will you show me Syrax one day?" Daena asks. 

"Of course, I would love to, " Rhaenyra answers. 

"We can even fly together once she gets big enough" Nyra adds. 

Once they were ready, Ser Harrold escorted them to the dining chamber where they were to have supper. As they entered, Daena could see her uncle, the King, sitting at the head of the table. To his right was his wife, Queen Aemma, who looked tired. To his left was her father, Prince Daemon. To Aemma's right was Princess Rhaenys and her husband, Lord Corlys Velaryon - the Sea Snake. Daena was surprised to see them there. Shaking her head, she sat next to her father. Nyra sat next to her. 

"Girls, we've been waiting for you for some time," King Viserys says lightly scolding the girls.

 "Forgive us, father. We were talking and we got distracted." Nyra says sheepishly. Viserys smiles and looks over to his niece.

 "Ah, Daena...I haven't seen you since you were a toddler. How you've grown..." Viserys says to Daena. She smiled awkwardly and the food was served. The adults talked amongst themselves. Daena and Rhaenyra quietly traded gossip with one other. Daena tried her best not to look at the Sea Snake and his wife. Rhaenys was her aunt, but she always found the woman kind of scary, though she would never admit it. 

After supper, Daena bid her cousin goodbye and left with her father to their chambers. 

"I'll see you in the morning Nyra" Daena says and hugs Nyra. She and her father enter her chambers. 

~

"Wow..." Daena gasps as she sees her room. Her chambers back at Runestone weren't nearly as big. 

"I already told the maids to fix you up a bath," Daemon says to her. He walks over to her and pets her head, caressing her silver hair. She hugs his waist and looks up at him with tired eyes. He smiles at her. 

"Issi ao ēdrugī, riñītsos?" (Are you tired, little girl?) He asks her. She nods her head. 

"Come here..." He says and picks her up easily and puts her down on the bed. He starts unbraiding her hair. He knew most men wouldn't even consider doing something like this. He didn't think he had it in him to be like this. So soft, and gentle...and caring. But the second he held her when she was born...he knew he would do anything for her. He would burn the entire world if it meant she was safe and sound. 

Once he was done unbraiding her hair, he turned her head toward him. He studied her face. She looked just like him. Silver hair, lilac eyes, it was all him. But she had her mother's oval face. He didn't like his wife, whatsoever. But she helped him create Daena. His precious Princess. His little girl. His little dragon. 

"I'll call Amanda. She'll help you bathe." He told her and got up to leave. Before he was able to leave, she caught him and pulled him by the sleeve of his shirt. He bent down to her level. 

"What is it, sweet girl?" He asked her. 

"Sȳz bantis kepa. Avy jorrāelan" (Good night Father. I love you) she told him sleepily and planted a kiss on his cheek. He smiled once again and kissed her silver hair.

"Avy jorrāelan tolī, dōna riña" (I love you too, sweet girl). He told her and left her chamber.

---

High Valyrian:

Issi ao ēdrugī, riñītsos? - Are you tired, little girl?

Sȳz bantis Kepa. Avy jorrāelan - Good night Father. I love you.

Avy jorrāelan tolī, dōna riña - I love you too, sweet girl.

***

Omg, the first chapter is finally here! It's mostly an introduction to Daena and it establishes many relationships that will develop/deteriorate over time.

Hope you liked it, and thanks for reading! ❤❤❤

If you have any opinions feel free to comment!

[gentle-giant-swag]

Ahem ahem, so.

We’re about to finish Least Gentle Giants. We already figured out the gentlest of giants. How about we figure out who is the most “almost a gentle giant”

You may ask. “hey druv, what do you mean?”

I mean characters who is almost the trope but doesn’t fully make the cut.

They must almost be like this image but not fully. Maybe too angry or not giant enough. But they can be argued about.

Rules

No spamming please, just submit a character once. But you can submit how many as you want

No Harry Potter or NSFW media

Some might have appeared in the main brackets and least gentle giant (which is just about to end please vote in the grand final and third place if you want too).

The amount for this bracket will be 32!

The form will close in two weeks! So 28/11

The form

@ing more polls @the-ghost-bracket @silly-name-tourney @badass-queer-couples-battle @booktomoviebrawl @onepiece-polls @school-of-all-time @dysfunctional-family-fight

[splatoonpolls]

SPLATOON OC TOURNEY ROUND 3 BATTLE 2

Muffin by @demi-s-fucked-up-dog vs Skittles by @mothlight-hours

BACKSTORY/PROPAGANDA

Muffin

Inkling born at the Square who's recently moved to Splatsville, she earned the money to move there in ways she's not really proud to admit, usually keeping it hidden from even some closer friends

skittles

just hanging out. My goofy goober. Runs a comedy troupe that performs during turf wars. A sort of in joke in my friend group.

Arson :)

like a cryptid in my friend group will be summoned and vanish as soon as she appears

her name is skittles like come on

haha squid do silly tricks

[silly-name-tourney]

Silly Name Tournament Prelims: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

the amount of entries let in depends on how the poll about that goes! go vote on it also

[moon-swag-tourney]

The Winner

Congratulations to USAGI TSUKINO / SAILOR MOON from Sailor Moon for winning the moon-themed character tourney!!!

If you want to see each poll leading up to this, you can either look up the specific round or look up the character name and/or series you're trying to find!

Here's the entire bracket as it is now. (I apologize for never making a post of links to each poll :'D)

A post asking people about certain series or characters that caught my (moon mod's) interest will be up soon; for now, I hope you enjoyed the tourney (or the results if you were too late)!

Finally, thank you all for joining me in this silly tournament. Ideally I'd love to do a sun-themed one to match (or at least a space or star one,) but I'm going to have very little free time in the upcoming future, so I'll leave the idea in your guys' hands.

Once again thanks, congratulations to our winner, and I hope everyone has a good existence. ^^

[worldwarriorandfriendsbracket]

THE KING OF IRON FIST TOURNAMENT PRELIMINARIES OUT NOW!

I figured to wait until the release day of Tekken 8 to start the The King of Iron Fist Tournament! Or the Tekken Tournament. I'll let you guys decide on the name but for now I will just say Tekken Preliminaries!

So who is fighting it out and who is currently in the 64 bracket? I did the same seeding I did for Mortal Kombat, where I based it off of playable appearances. The 8 mainline games and the Tekken Tag Tournament games, any other spinoff is not included.

Tekken Characters In the Bracket

10 playable appearances (all ten games!)

Nina Williams

Paul Phoenix

Yoshimitsu

9 playable appearances

Heihachi Mishima

Jack

Kazuya Mishima

Lee Chaolan

Marshall Law

8 playable appearances

King II

Kuma II

Anna Williams

Lei Wulong

Bryan Fury

Eddy Gordo

Hwoarang

Jin Kazama

Ling Xiaoyu

Panda

7 playable appearances

Ganryu

Julia Chang

6 playable appearances

Wang Jinrei

Steve Fox

5 playable appearances

Baek Doo San

Bruce Invin

Mokujin

Craig Marduk

Emilie De Rochefort

Sergei Dragunov

Asuka Kazama

Devil Jin

4 playable appearances

Armor King II

Kunimitsu I

Michelle Chang

Prototype Jack

Jun Kazama

Christie Monteiro

Raven

Alisa Bosconovitch

Lars Alexandersson

Leo Kliesen

Zafina

3 playable appearances

Armor King I

Alex

Angel

Ancient Ogre

Forest Law

Tiger Jackson

True Ogre

Roger Jr.

Miguel Caballero Rojo

Robert "Bob" Richards

Tekken Characters in the Preliminaries

2 playable appearances

King I

Kuma I

Devil Kazuya

Roger

Dr. Bosconovitch

Unknown

Combot

Miharu Hirano

Jinpachi Mishima

Claudio Serafino

Shaheen

Leroy Smith

1 playable appearance

Violet

Tetsuji

Jaycee

Sebastian

Slim Bob

Master Raven

Fahkumram

Gigas

Josie Rizal

Katarina Alves

Kazumi Mishima

Lucky Chloe

Kunimitsu II

Lidia Sobieska

Azucena Milagros Ortiz Castillo

Reina

Victor Chevalier

Eliza (gonna appear in Last Chance as I forgot)

Just like last time, four groups to decide who will get the open spots. However there is a odd number so we might do a Last Chance Preliminary poll once again. The top 3 of each group will move on to the bracket. Number 4 will go to Last Chance. The rest are banished to catering forever.

The preliminaries themselves will be out soon hopefully in the next hour or so are out now. Thank you for the support and here's to another fighting game tournament.

Also been dead for a month so tagging for visibility, however you are not obligated to. If you do, then thank you very much.

@cinderpoll @victimsofyaoipoll @elementspecificcharatourney @tournament-announcer @favoritesegacharacterbracket @clash-of-the-wizards @characterswithcolorsnamesfight @silly-name-tourney @bestadaptationtournament @best-female-villain-tournament

[aita-blorbos]

AWTA for wanting mashed potatoes?

So we (collective of anonymous souls) are an emissary of this god that can best be described as the parent of three other gods, but for the most part we just spectate bloodsports tournaments. A year or so ago these tournaments went on hiatus and in its place were a series of tourneys that took place in the fighters' dreams, so the could probably best be described as "non-canon" to the actual tournaments. The first one we could only really gleam the results of the matches, but by the end of it it was clear that something else was causing the fighters to all dream of the tourney. The next time, our good friend J (Adult M, sometimes lets us talk through him) gave the fighters something that would allow us to talk to them directly within the dreams: a ceramic hedgehog named N. We love N very much.

Throughout the tourneys we would be passed around from fighter to fighter, occasionally getting jostled and yostled here and there, while we all tried to figure out why these tourneys were happening. One time, we were with this god C (Adult M), as well as this fighter D (Adult F), and hiding in this green room, and then C goes over to a secret cabinet to get… mashed potatoes. We start discussing important plot stuff with them… and C is still eating mashed potatoes.

Now don't get the wrong idea, we weren't angry that C was eating mashed potatoes at a time like this. Well, at least not a lot of us; can't really speak for everyone else that was in N. But a lot of us wanted mashed potatoes of our own, myself included. So throughout that tourney and future ones, we would occasionally demand mashed potatoes from other fighters. We got our wish in one of these tourneys, and were able to osmosis an entire bowl of mashed potatoes into N's body for us, but I wonder if we were a bit to adamant about the whole thing. I mean I get it, commitment to the bit and all that, but there were kinda more pressing matters at the time. Idk, maybe I just wanted an excuse to make a post about this event for the other people that were in N. Both tourneys are on hiatus at the moment, so I just wanted to write a silly funny thing about our love of mashed potatoes. AWTA?

[bucknastysbabe]

This took a hard kink into mommy land that’s all— the return of Dornish!reader and trashbaby!Aegon

Half-mad in love

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Mommy kink, tit sucking, cunnilingus, mommy dom/baby sub, slutty pet names AGAIN, v!fingering, general angst, dumbass raccoon Aegon, dornish reader is a bit dark, frottage, premature ejaculation, general filth

You sipped on some Dornish Red in the Martell’s grand tent. Aliandra, although merely a girl, loved men. Therefore with strict supervision under Ser Lyonel handsome knights of Reyne, Buckler, and Caswell entertained the princess. You snorted behind your cup, thoroughly enjoying the cock-measuring contest. The men were simple if they thought this was anything more than a mummer’s play.

You casually pulled down your thick hair from the pins holding it up, letting it cascade down your shoulders. The boy of Caswell’s eyes flickered over to you— throat bobbing. The long night would come again before you’d remotely consider the dunce. You drained your cup and an attendant dutifully refilled it. It was mid-tourney and you were bored.

The dragon prince you’d bedded had averted his gaze and kept far away from you after the incident in the woods. Aliandra’s cousin Taron dryly remarked, “The fires of hell are hotter than the dragon’s flame.” You shrugged and kept your eye out for another bedmate. So far the Arryn of Gulltown had been a decent lay. Still your mind crept back to teary violet eyes and trembling lips.

You’d never experienced such a pretty sight. His whines, uttered pleas, and sheer need. You crossed your legs to stop the burgeoning ache in your loins. Picking at your silks, you thought of the prince’s less desirable traits to dissuade your impulsive thinking.

Another cup of wine down and you were quite drowsy and tipsy. Aliandra had reached her peak too, giving each of the knights a kiss on the cheek. Lyonel glared them down, a sturdy hand on the pommel of Dawn. The sleepy girl questioned, “Did you not like them?”

Changing into your sleep linens you shrugged, “Too green.”

Her brown eyes sparkled and the princess teased, “Does the hellmaid yearn for the prince?” Your spine straightened and you snapped out a no. Aliandra sing-songed a ribald tune about riding dragons. You began to laugh while ushering her to bed.

Ali laid back, staring at you. She yawned, “Maybe you should chase him down.”

“Maybe you should sleep silly thing,” you chided, tucking dark tresses behind her ear. You kissed the princess on the forehead and blew out the candle. You padded to the main section, searching for some water to drink. Taron played cards with young Bryn Yronwood, the two drunk as skunks. Taron laughed, “The dragon slayer!”

You narrowed your eyes and snapped at the attendant for some refreshment. You gulped down the water, ignoring the two idiots. A swish from the the main entrance drew your eyes. One of the Cargylls stood politely at the entrance. Lyonel— dozing on the pillows gruffed, “Yes? Is it something urgent Ser?”

The twin nodded and replied, “The Prince Aegon requires Lady Uller’s presence in his tent.”

Taron and Bryn giggled like girls, you and Ser Dayne sharing a look. You raised a brow and asked, “Any other information that could be offered? Being from Hellholt I do not always expect hospitality from dragons.” The white knight fought back a smirk.

“Ah- The Prince simply requires your company and attentions,” the knight almost looked bashful.

You deadpanned, “So Aegon sent you here to tell me that he wants his cock wet?”

More laughter rumbled about.

With a shrug you turned to the rest of the Dornish company, “Well off to see the dragon! Men, don’t get too rowdy without me. Lead the way Ser Cargyll.” The man bowed his head and held open the heavy curtain for you. You slipped on some espadrilles and followed along.

The Kingsguard bluntly stated, “He’s in quite a mood. Drunken tantrums. Then he requested you. I don’t dare to assume what goes on in the man’s head.”

“A child more like. Tell me Ser Cargyll, has the Prince truly grown up past ten-and-three?,” you questioned. Aegon’s grand red tent with golden dragons adorning the frame came into view. You shivered with what lay inside. The knight brooded before finally answering, “Eh- not much m’lady. That’s all I shall say on the matter.”

You smoothed your hair back, steeling yourself for the mercurial princeling. Cargyll stopped outside, ushering you in with a vague gesture. So you’d face this alone. Inside was a wreck. What once was a perfectly fine space was littered with bottles and cups slammed around, broken glass, and upturned furniture. You wrinkled your nose in disgust at the childish display.

You gingerly stepped through the mess towards a bedroom setup. Slumped in the bed was the prince himself. He was bedraggled, bloody, and snoring. You crossed your arms and stared. Even in slumber, his face was wrought with emotions. Something pulled in your gut at the wretch. Twisting the vulnerable and unloved into your plaything was so very fun— an Uller blood curse you’d been told.

Aegon whimpered in his sleep, twisting and turning. He mumbled, “Mommy- don’t- m’sorry!” Your mouth split into a grin, suddenly very interested in his dream. Aegon rolled onto his belly, hips rutting into the down of the bed. He whimpered again, “Ah- mmh! Please mommy it hurts.”

At this point you couldn’t go any further without feeling too lecherous— which you were feeling plenty of. You carefully drew yourself onto the end of the bed, toeing off your shoes, and curling your feet under your legs. A shaking hand reached out to touch Aegon’s twitching calf.

Violent violet clashed with your own smoky eyes. Aegon bolted upright and gasped before stuttering, “W-Wha-What are you doing here?!” His chest heaved in shock, a hand running through his disheveled hair. You groused, “You had your guard dog come get me from my tent. Said you requested for me.”

Aegon’s hands cupped his reddened cheeks as he clenched his eyes shut. The blonde groaned, “Of fucking course I did. After thrashing the place I presume?” You smirked at the agonized Targaryen and murmured so very lowly, “And what a sight I came in to. Rutting and whining in the bed like a puppy, begging for mummy.”

Aegon’s annoyed expression turned into one of frantic shock. His lips gaping, brow furrowing, shifting through a range of emotions before stuttering, “N-no I was not! Lying Dornish wench.” You simply crawled further into the prince’s space, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. Aegon trembled and weakly denied your claim, shaking his platinum curls.

You cocked your head, a sultry leer plastered on your face. Your hands untied the front of your linens, exposing your breasts to the panicking Aegon. The poor thing’s breath came out in a thin wheeze. You purred, “You’ve been such a bad boy— again. I thought you’d learn a semblance of manners after last time sweetling.”

Aegon’s composure broke, falling forward onto his belly, that empty head of his pillowed on your thighs. Violet eyes were glued onto your full tits, watery with need. Aegon mewled pitifully. You teased, “I know you need someone to show you some love, manners, how to be a good boy. Like a good mommy should.”

Aegon cried, “Pleaseplease yes mommy, wan’ be good!” His slim hips were desperately rutting into the mattress. You lightly slapped his cheek and tutted, “Stop humping filthy babe, you only get pleasure when I say you can. Got it?”

Aegon nodded eagerly, hands fisted into the bedding. You wrapped your hand into his knotted locks and hummed, “Do you think you’ll come all over yourself if mommy lets you suck her tits?” Aegon looked as if he were gonna sob— you knew he would spend too quickly but the wretch wanted a taste so, so, so bad.

The silver prince brokenly moaned, “M’sorry, forgive me, I don’t k-know,” a look of determination flitted over his soft features, “I can bounce back, won’ take long, please mommy.” You yanked his hair, a pained yelp filling the room. You jabbed, “Don’t need your cock to pleasure me. I’ll let you have a suck.”

You laid back, laughing easily, your hair strewn across the down like a halo. Crooking a finger, Aegon scrambled up your supple body. You grabbed his soft cheeks and pulled those plump lips to your own. The man whined into the kiss— struck enough to barely do anything but drool. You whispered, “Settle down sweetness, I’m not going anywhere. Hands on my waist.”

Purple eyes flickered down to your waiting tits but he dutifully placed his hands on your soft waist. Aegon slotted himself like between your legs, you moaning when you felt the dampness from his weeping cock. Aegon kissed you back, licking into your eager mouth. Your hand skated from his cheek to that pretty, pretty neck still mottled with faded bruises. Your tongues danced against eachother, lips sensually sliding with wet smacks.

Aegon’s hips trembled and twitched, you smacking a hand on his flank in warning. He whined into your mouth, “S’rry mommy.” The kissing resumed until you knew the babe was in agony— your bare slit’s own slick was mixing with his copious pre-spend. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy at the realization he still had breeches on. Poor horny pup.

Aegon drew back, spittle falling from his swollen lips. He mewled, “Can I? Please mommy? Jus’ a taste.”

“Go ahead sweetling. You may touch, rut, get it out.”

Like a feral animal his hands pawed and kneaded at your tits. You threw your head back with a breathy moan, sliding a palm to the nape of Aegon’s damp neck. You squeezed it gently, reminding the prince who ran the show. He mewled and suckled eagerly, thanking you in between gasps. The prince rutted against you, the soaked fabric of his breeches dragging against your sensitive bud.

You demurred, “So eager, poor baby just needed a tit.”

Aegon’s lips suckled at your breast, whining and grunting like he was hurt. His other hand groped before switching— the Targaryen couldn’t get enough. He cried out, “Ah- s’good mommy, thankyouthankthankyou mommy ngh!” Your lips tilted up at his pathetic tone, absolutely drunk in power. Heat flushed your body with an intense need coming over you. To have this prince, this dragon rider, mewling and sniffling from you set your body alight.

You yanked him back by platinum locks, Aegon whining, “Mommy nnno!” You shook your head and deftly untied his breeches, releasing the man’s cock with a wet slap. He hissed at the air hitting his flushed member, so full it was purple. You gripped his chin roughly and demanded, “Sweet boy, you’re gonna fuck me until you spend, and if I don’t come your pretty head better get between my thighs. Understood?”

Aegon’s glassy eyes bore into your own before he dumbly nodded. He murmured, “Yes mommy, anything f’you.” Lying back down, you pulled up your linens to expose your own puffy heat. The prince’s eyes rolled and his cock visibly dribbled more pre. With a wanton, absolutely whorish cry the prince entered you.

Your nails dug into his shoulder and moaned lowly at the snug fit. His cock filled you up nicely, pulsing and stretching your tight walls. Aegon sucked in breaths, pitiful little whines of ‘mommy’ on the exhale. You cooed darkly, “Relax sweet babe, hold it if you can.”

Aegon clenched his eyes closed and whispered, “M’sorry, don’t be mad, g’nna cum mommy you feel sooo good, fffuck s’warm!” You kissed his pouty mouth and thrusted into stilled hips, the princeling cumming with a wail. He dug his face into your tits and babbled, “Oh fuck! Gods! Mommy, mommy, oh gods it’s too much, ah I can’t!” You rubbed his back with a lecherous smirk, enjoying the seemingly endless load from the sobbing blonde.

Boneless and trembling, Aegon sniffled and slid out. You cocked your head and spread your legs to remind the pussy-drunk fool. He wiped his tears, pale face splotchy and red. He whimpered, “S’ry.” You smacked his thigh and snapped, “Stop apologizing, you’re doing fine. Now be a good babe and eat me out. You do know how to do that, right?”

Wide eyes, a low sob, and a shake of the head was the answer.

You idly wondered what the Cargyll knight thought of the wanton raucous echoing through the chambers. Shit- probably half of the camp could hear!

You sighed, “R’hllor bless you. Spoilt babe. Just get down there for now, I’ll show you.”

Aegon got onto his belly again, spreading your thick thighs with a squeeze. He murmured something unintelligible. You leaned up to direct the prince, stating, “You know how to finger a wench, so just do that but lick at my clit. Move around and when I get loud you’re doing something right.”

Aegon dove right into it. He slid two fingers into your soiled cunt, whining at the slick and spend coating his digits. “Crook up, use your damn mouth.” you breathed. Aegon whimpered, “Yes mommy.” Your toes curled when his pink lips sealed around your rosebud, deft fingers digging into your sweet spot. You cried out happily with an arch of your back.

“Good- ah R’hllor’s fires- good boy!”

Aegon flicked his tongue and entered his ring finger, sending your thighs to clamp around his neck. The prince gasped into your sex, moaning, “Yes mommy, don’t stop!” You laughed at the Targaryen whining like he was the one getting fingered. A good idea for later.

You were getting close, choosing to pluck at your hardened nipples to speed yourself along. Aegon swirled his tongue into a circular motion— you tightening all over in response. A slim hand gripped his hair and you howled, “That’s it! Don’t stop- FUCK!” Your body seized and you gushed onto the prince’s lewd embrace.

Aegon mewled, lapping and swallowing gluttonously. You writhed through the aftershocks, praising the quick learner of a Prince. Aegon’s wide eyes peered from between your legs. You’d paint a picture if you could of the sight. You hoarsely huffed, “What is it?”

Aegon asked, so very hopefully, “Did I do alright mommy?” His glazed eyes told you the babe was still fuck-dumb. You thumbed his chin and cooed, “Yes sweetling, did a great job.” He melted into you, still squeezing at your thighs.

With a sigh you called, “Come up here, princeling.” Aegon pressed his body next to yours, nuzzling his pale head into your tits, almost purring. He asked in a muffled tone, “Will you stay with me now?”

You frowned and stated, “No, I have to be back to my quarters at some point or Ser Lyonel will come swinging with Ali in tow.” Aegon pulled back and pouted. He grumbled, “Who cares, I’m a Targaryen.” Your lips stretched into a smarmy smile as you retorted, “Dorne does not submit fully to your family. If you need me so bad…fly down on your golden beast.”

Aegon declared, “I will. I swear on the wretched seven.” You patted his cheek and shook your head, “Silly princeling, just stick to your whores. Let us enjoy the time we have.” The Prince sniffled, tucking his face back into your pillowy chest. You rolled your eyes and idly scritched his scalp, thinking about unrealistic futures.

You’d leave when the dragon prince drifted off into sleep. Then the affair must end, your heart was destined for Dorne. No dragons, parades, and petty politics were in the fires of your future. Still you uttered, “Sweet thing, sweet sweet princeling.”