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runningmunson · 2 years

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A Good Life

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Aemond wants to take you on a morning ride, you just didn't think it would be on Vhagar. Fluff. Warning: None, but correct me if I am wrong!

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You were awoken by the sound of your handmaiden, Margaret, going through your closet. You let out a soft groan and rolled over when you realized the sun hadn't yet risen.

“Good morning, my lady!” she said, too cheery for the very early morning.

“Is it really a good morning if I am awoken at this time of day?” You said dryly. She took no offense to your tone, knowing you hate mornings.

Margaret just chuckled, “The prince has sent me to fetch you. He wishes for you to accompany him on a morning ride”

Of course Aemond, your betrothed, would be the reason for your early start to the day. In the time you have gotten to know him you’ve learned he is an early riser, either reading in the library or already practicing his sword work.

Margaret was bustling around your room, “Hmm, you’ll need your riding pants. Maybe your hair in a braid? What do you think of this, my lady?”

You finally raised your head to look at the outfit she held in her hands, “That would be fine, thank you.”

Once you were dressed and satisfied with your hair, you thanked Margaret for her work and left to find Aemond. You walked into the library and found him sitting in his usual spot with his nose in a book. When he heard the sound of your shoes on the stone floor, he looked up and gave you a closed mouth smile. He placed his book to the side and stood up to greet you.

“You look as lovely as ever. Are you ready to go?” He took your nod as an okay and linked your arm with his guiding you to your destination.

Confusion struck as you walked past the stables, but you didn’t question it and kept walking. Maybe his horse was housed elsewhere? But once you saw the dragon pit in your sight, it hit you. Oh, he meant for you to ride his dragon.

“You-you meant a ride on Vhagar?” You questioned, stopping right before you made your way inside.

Aemond let out a laugh, showing off his beautiful smile. You could get lost looking at his smile. It wasn’t something he showed very often, usually opting for a reserved look, but you would give anything to see him more happy and relaxed. “Yes, on Vhagar. What else would I ride?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a horse like the average person?” You said, shifting your weight.

“My dear, I am a Targaryen. We are anything but average. Soon enough you will share my name and bear our children. You have to get used to dragons eventually,” he smirked, amused at your fear. He grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before dragging you past the pit and toward a clearing a bit out of the way.

Despite courting for some time, you had never actually seen Vhagar up close in person. You had heard stories of the battles she fought and her sheer size, but nothing could prepare you for the real thing.

You let out a gasp. She was significantly larger and looked worn down with age but just as strong as the other dragons you passed. Aemond watched as you took her in, studying your face for any worry, but he didn’t see any. There was only pure amazement on your face.

“Vhagar, this is my betrothed. Now you take kindly to her. She means a great deal to me,” Aemond whispered to her while stroking her on the face.

“She’s amazing,” you smiled. You looked to Aemond as if silently asking permission to touch his dragon.

“Come here,” he beckoned you over. He grabbed your hand and placed it on her body. The texture of her scales was foreign under your touch. You slowly began stroking her the same way he had. Vhagar closed her eyes in contentment. “She likes you.”

He gave you a few moments to get acquainted with one another then made his way to mount her. Once he got situated, he had a dragon handler boost you up. His hands securely grabbed yours when you got high enough.

Aemond placed you in front of him on the saddle and grabbed the reins. You spoke before he had the chance to go anywhere, “This is safe, right?”

“I would never intentionally put you in harm's way. I am right here behind you,” Aemond said, and with that, he signaled Vhagar to move.

She got up from the ground. A squeal of shock left your lips. She reached the opening and stretched her wings, taking off. Your back was flush against Aemond's, and his arms tightened around you to prevent you from sliding.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you ascended further into the air, not wanting to see how high you were getting. “It’s not as bad if you actually open your eyes, (Y/N).”

“How do you know my eyes are closed?” You asked, your voice shaky.

He chuckled, “Just a lucky guess. Trust me, the view really is amazing.”

You slowly pried your eyes open, and sure enough, you were faced with a view of Blackwater Bay in front of you. You turned your head to look behind and noticed the sun rising over the Red Keep. You started laughing, “You’re right! We are flying, Aemond! This is amazing. The view is just beautiful!”

“I told you so,” said Aemond. Except, he wasn’t looking at the view, he was looking at you. He looked at the way your loose hairs blew in your face giving you a wild look, the excitement and wonder in your eyes, how you turned back to smile at him as he finally took you to experience something important to him- even if you were hesitant at first. All he felt was pure unadulterated joy at this moment. He felt free.

Vhagar landed once they reached his favorite place in King’s Landing. It was a secluded spot that overlooked the water, a place that was just his, and hoped that it could be yours too. He slid off the saddle and onto the ground. You followed his guidance, sliding off and waiting to be steadied by his strong arms.

He led you to a patch of grass and sat down, patting the spot next to him. As soon as you sat down, he pulled you between his legs and wrapped his arms around you to pull you close.

“Do you ever think about running away? You could go anywhere! I mean, the possibilities are endless when you can fly,” you asked him, curiosity in your voice.

“Sometimes I do. My life would be easier if I could. But unfortunately, my innate sense of duty prevents me from doing so,” he frowned. “And where do you wish to go?”

“I would love to travel west, explore lands that have yet to be found. How amazing would it be to have our own little place where no one can tell us what to do? Somewhere we can escape and be our true selves,” you leaned in closer, nuzzling your head in his chest.

“I cannot promise to run away with you to lands unseen. But I can promise to give you a good life wherever we are.” Aemond placed a kiss on the crown of your head, dreaming of the life you will form together.

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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An Omen (To Everyone but Me)

Black Noir x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) size kink, spanking, hair pulling, choking, slight olfactophilia, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, slightly rough sex

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A/N: I can’t hold myself back good God

Thank you to @phnyx for being an amazing beta reader <3 as always, ily

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It’s a slow, quiet maneuver, one he’s done a million times before but never in this context. Not once in his life has he entered someone’s home in secret with goodness in his heart. And he’s not necessarily sure if this is a good thing, but it feels good, at least for him. He knows he makes you feel good, too.

Even though he means well, he stalks you like prey once he’s in your home, slipping in through your living room window and hiding in the shadows. He’d scaled a few buildings to get up to the level you were at, but it wasn’t a hard task. His eyes adjust quickly once he’s inside too, regardless of the lack of light. Your apartment is dark, almost all of your lamps off as you’re likely preparing for bed. It’s late in the night, but he knows you’re awake; he saw you moving around through the windows during his approach.

So, he waits, watching, listening, eyes slowly scanning the room. And when he finally sees you, his heart thumps in his chest. Not with surprise but with longing; he missed you.

“Jesus,” you nearly shriek, his shadowy figure now visible as he stands in the corner.

You’re only in a pair of panties and a sleep shirt, having wandered out into the living room while on your way to the kitchen. You were grabbing a glass of water before bed.

Your eyes squint. “Noir?”

His presence is completely unannounced, and for some foolish reason, you briefly wonder how he got in. It only takes a few seconds for you to see the open window beside him.

“What, what’re you…”

In the darkness, he cocks his head to the side, now stepping forward to approach you. He crosses the floor of your living room, making a slow, straight line directly for you.

It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen him, and while you’re shocked in the moment, you’re also happy. You’ve missed him; even if all you usually did was touch each other in bed, you missed him. His presence alone made you feel content and safe, and you really liked that.

With dark eyes, he approaches you, towering above you once he’s close enough. You breathe out a small hi while staring up at him, your heart fluttering inside. His breaths are heavy, evident by the visible rise and fall of the armor covering his chest. But he doesn’t seem angry or upset, at least it doesn’t appear that way. You can just tell, you can just feel it. With that being said though, he’s definitely not calm.

You wonder what he’s been up to, not since being apart, but before he arrived tonight. Was he in the middle of completing a mission? Did he already complete one, finding himself in your area shortly after? Or did he set out to find you? It’s funny, you think, if you were anyone else, you’d be scared. Terrified, even. To those on the wrong side of The Seven, Black Noir was an enemy, an omen, something to truly fear. Maybe he is an omen, you think, an omen to everyone but me.

Noir reaches out to you, smoothing his right hand gently over your cheek, then your jaw. It’s a timid touch, soft and almost sweet. He’s admiring you.

“I missed you, too.” you tell him, melting under his touch.

Before anything else is done or said, Noir’s hand slides down to your neck. In the same motion he walks forward, his strong body urging your own to step back. He’s not satisfied until you’re pressed against your living room wall, his fingers clamping down around your throat while he watches you release a quiet gasp. You take a shaky breath, his advance already making the space between your legs burn bright. As a reflex, your hands reach for him, grabbing onto his armored forearm. The act is unexpected but not unwelcome, much like his appearance.The sheer size of him compared to yourself makes your breaths almost nonexistent, his height and strength unmatched to that of any other man that’s ever joined you in bed.

And then he leans in, his face not even an inch from yours. He doesn’t do it to intimidate you, he does it just for the sake of being close to you.

“Baby,” you moan with a grin, feeling his right hand lower to cup you between your legs.

He growls, a small noise, but loud enough for you to hear. And then, his head tilts, a curious yet teasing motion as he touches you. You like this? his silent gesture says. Pressing his body against yours, he rubs you, the movements of his hand firm and slow. He’s looking down at you, holding your throat while breathing out heavily through his nose. It’s satisfying, finally being with you again. He thought about you nearly every day you were apart; he wanted to see you so badly, and in so many ways. There were nights where he laid in bed thinking about you, rolling over to hold his pillow and wishing it was you. There were also nights where he laid in his underclothes and touched himself, wishing his hand was you, too.

“Mm,” you softly grunt, eyes closing while his fingers rub you.

It’s not long before you’re rolling your hips down into his hand, and sadly, it’s not long after that, that his movements subside. With anticipation tingling in your bones, you finally feel Noir’s fingers slip your panties to the side. A long breath is released from both of your bodies as his middle finger slides slowly into your warmth; he can feel it even through his gloves. He keeps it there, only for a moment, only until you sigh. And when you do, it’s then that he moves, the back and forth motion of his first act leisurely as he begins to work you open.

“Noir,” comes your passionate moan, eyes still shut while you grip his forearm tight. You can feel the muscles in his forearm flexing, working hard to stretch you out while adding a second finger to the mix. They’re twice the size of yours; even three of your own could never compare to what he has.

He pumps them into you, pressing his pelvis over your hip while watching you, his gaze unwavering although you don’t know. Even though your eyes are closed, he loves to see the expressions you make; he loves to see what he does to you. He can’t wait to hear the noises he can pull from you.

What really gets you is his grip on your throat, as it’s still relatively new. He’d only done it once before and that’s when he last saw you. It seems strange but you love the feeling of it, his fist wrapped tight around your windpipe, fingers pressing into your skin, especially while he touches you. It’s exciting, because you know he could do so much harm to you if he wanted to. But he never would, he’d never want to hurt you. He made sure to not hurt you the first time he did it, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. And he does the same now, doing his best not to get too excited or overwhelmed. But holding you like this makes him feel strong. Of course, so did other things, like his powers and skills, the missions he’s completed and the enemies he’s killed. But it feels different with you. Noir doesn’t spend time with other people, not like how he spends time with you.

“Yes,” while you gasp, he curls his fingers inside you, hearing the slick squelch of your sex and groaning. “God yes.”

He stares at you the entire time, the muscles in his arms bunching as he works his fingers into you, his other hand keeping you pinned up against the wall. You’re panting slightly as his fingers tighten around your neck, licking your lower lip as you let him hold you this way. It’s far too easy for him to control you physically, to move your body in whatever way he wants. He’s thrown men through walls before, surely he could do more than this to you. But he doesn’t, he cares for you. He finds himself liking you. And besides, there was never any reason to hurt you, not unless you asked him to.

Noir’s fingers punch up inside you, curling every time they reach your deepest parts. The leather of his gloves rubs against your inner walls, the sensation incredibly stimulating - not dissimilar to the rest of him. You’d moan from the overwhelming nature of it all, but you can’t, not really. Small grunts and groans, little whines even, slip past your lips, but because of his firm grip you’re not able to get out much. When he hears your small whimpers he again tilts his head, coming in even closer to you. One of your hands leaves his forearm, reaching out and clutching his shoulder as he rests his forehead over your own, now beginning to move his hips against you. You can hear Noir’s deep and heavy sighs, every single breath quick yet firm.

Suddenly, your mouth opens, jaw hanging low as your high rapidly approaches. There’s a rumble in his chest when he sees the expression on your face, feels the tightness of your sex around his digits. He can already feel you beginning to shake, your core spasming while your throat desperately tries to cry out. A shiver vibrates through your body, limbs trembling from adrenaline and euphoria.

“N - N…” your lips try, but it’s useless. Your eyes roll back, hips bucking helplessly into his hand as you experience your high. It rolls through you in waves, provoking a gentle smile on your face.

He doesn’t stop when your body finally reacts, finally reaches its peak. He wants you to ride it out for as long as possible, feel as nice as you can before he starts all over again. He’s made you cum twice before and he knows he can do it again.

“Ugh,” comes your dramatic noise, a choked-out gasp falling out of your throat when he finally lets go.

The hand you left on his shoulder drops, falling to his other arm. When Noir removes his fingers, his head immediately dips down to your chest. You expected this; he always did this, and you welcomed it. Both of his hands fall to either side of your breasts, his face planting in the center as he pushes them together while releasing a heated breath. Your own hands slide up to the back of his head, cradling him as he rests there.

“Oh…” you moan for him, tilting your head back to rest against the wall. And he sighs in return, heart thundering in his chest from seeing and feeling you cum.

He rubs his masked face over your chest, burying deeper between your tits. He wishes so badly he could feel your bare skin on his face. His hands massage you passionately, fingers digging into your plump flesh. His entire body is pressed against yours, so much so that it’s almost difficult to breathe. It was nearly too much, he was always too much, but you loved it that way.

Noir keeps his face pressed into the crease of your tits, hips rolling gently over your own. If you wanted to, you could wrap your legs around him, just hang onto his body while he now explored his own bliss. Because that’s what life was when he was with you. Bliss.

“Noir,” you sigh, a smile creeping up on your face when you feel him sigh.

He never liked when you touched his knives, so you’re careful of the small dagger fixed at the back of his head. Nonetheless, you hold him, cradling him against your chest while he moans into you. Slowly, he moves his head, dragging it side to side as he feels the pounding in your chest. If he listens closely, he can hear it, too. His abilities allowed him the perfect opportunity to experience you fully.

While pressing his face against you, his hands fall to another part of you, his favorite part of you. Sexually, at least.

“Baby,” it’s something between a groan and a whine, feeling both hands grab you with force.

He smooths his palms over your ass before squeezing you tightly, jiggling your backside briefly in his hands.

“You missed touching me?” you ask him breathlessly, sighing out a laugh when he nods his head.

Hurriedly, Noir’s hands find his belt, undoing it quickly and dropping the armor around his crotch. He just couldn't take it anymore, he needed more stimulation from you. And besides, he was so hard that keeping his cup on was becoming painful for him. But when it’s off he doesn’t release himself, he just grinds his pelvis into you. It’s now that his hands return to your ass, sliding down to your thighs as he lifts you. Naturally, your arms wrap around his neck. It’s crazy how easy it is for him to lift you.

“Baby, wait,” you giggle, hands falling to either side of his face.

Immediately, he looks up at you, his chest moving rapidly. He can’t wait to ravish you.

“I missed you,” you breathe out to him, “I really missed you being here with me.”

Inside, your words make him sigh. He’s longed to hear such sweetness from you. Up until now, your encounters were just that, encounters. They didn’t last long, a night at most maybe. But he never slept by your side, never saw your face in the morning. Maybe he could change that tonight.

He’s been to your home a handful of times, enough to know the layout accurately. Though with his training, he only needed to visit once to memorize every piece. In a few steps, he’s at your bedroom door, kicking it open the rest of the way while he feels you kiss his face. Your smiling lips touch the nose of his mask, his covered cheeks, and it’s quite the intimate gesture to him. Your adoration for him runs so deep, it’s heartwarming.

Once inside your room, Noir all but throws you on your bed. He follows you down, his hands reaching for your shirt. Even though he tries not to rip it, he does so easily, lifting it up and over your head but tearing the hemline slightly.

“H-uh,” you gasp, feeling him yank you down to the end of the bed by the firm grasp he put on your legs.

In one quick swipe, your panties are off and on the floor, leaving you completely bare below him. He rises to his full height above you once you’re naked for him, head lowering while he scans what is now available to him. His shoulders rise and fall with the intensity of his emotions, his chest slightly out, arms at his sides while he observes you. He inhales deeply, seeing your naked chest. Your nipples are very clearly hardened, and that alone makes him throb. His eyes follow the dips and curves of your body, his want for you skyrocketing with each passing second. The sight of you laid out beneath him makes his head spin; he’s waited so long for this.

Slowly, he makes his way down, falling to his knees with his hands sliding over the curves of your legs. They land on your thighs, moving to the portion underneath as he lifts them slightly. Furrowing your brow, you lean up a bit to look down at him. What the hell is he doing?

“Oh,” a wondrous sigh floats out of your mouth, watching Noir press his face to your soaking center. “Oh…”

You can fucking hear him inhale, pressing his masked face into the space between your legs. And then he groans, rubbing himself in a similar fashion to the way he moved when worshipping your tits. He can smell you and if he presses himself here long enough, he’ll be able to taste you, too. Some of your slick slides across his mask, the slightly damp sensation making his eyes roll back.

“N - Noir, I…”

Hearing him moan is one of the best things to you. He never talks, he can’t. But he moans and groans, he grunts and sighs; any noise you can get from him makes your body run absolutely wild.

Slapping his palms onto the bed, he lifts himself from your sex. As soon as he does, his hands find your hips. With a sharp jerk of his head toward the edge of your bed, he flips you over onto your stomach. Moving with his gesture, you crawl forward over your blankets, settling on all fours for him. The mattress dips as he climbs on behind you, slowly shuffling forward until he’s pressed right against you. Gloved fingers return to your hips, instantly sliding down to your ass once again. Noir’s fingertips dig into your skin, a very audible growl emitting from his throat when he does it. With sudden force his palm lands on your right cheek, gripping you harshly immediately afterwards. You cry out from the unexpected impact, the hit surging your body forward until you’re resting on your forearms. His rough sighs become louder the longer this goes on, a grin crawling across your lips with each and every hit. Honestly, it feels like he’s playing with you. He’s done this to you before, but not for this long.

Noir’s broad palms grab both cheeks, bouncing them softly as he finally presses his covered pelvis into you from behind. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees something flash. A floor-length mirror standing tall beside your dresser. And if he turns you just right, he bets he’ll be able to see you in it.

“Noir,” you whine, your face pressing into the sheets. “Please.”

You can feel yourself spasming around nothing, wanting more of him though your pleas continue to be silently denied. Your lungs inhale shakily, your breathy sighs turning into pathetic whines.

Unexpectedly, Noir grabs your hips, yanking you backwards and maneuvering your body slightly to the side. From this angle he can see himself kneeling behind you, his dark and broad body towering above your waiting, pliant form.

Carefully, Noir’s right hand slides forward, down your back, up your neck, and into your hair. Tangling into your strands, he pulls backward, yanking your head up. The action isn’t harsh but in the same sense isn’t kind. The force of it makes you gasp, your eyes now landing on the mirror. Immediately, Noir’s reflection is center-stage. You can feel his deep and predatory gaze, his grip on your backside tightening when you lock in with his eyes.

In an experimental act, he lets go, allowing you to hold your head up on your own. And you do, eyes fixated on him as he moves. Both of Noir’s hands drop to his hips, fumbling with his suit as he works to finally free himself. You can hear his groan when he does it, and it makes you moan. Almost limply, his head falls to his shoulder, sighing out a deep and contented breath; he’s stroking himself. But then, a grunt, a displeasured one.

“Hm?” you hum, turning to the side.

He leans over you, bracing himself on his left hand while holding out his other.

“I, what…” you’re not sure what he wants.

Noir presses his body to yours, his armored chest laying over your bare back. The hand he’s holding out in front of you inches closer, two of his fingers separating from the others. Your lips are already parted, and alongside your own gaze, he watches you through the mirrors as you take in his fingers. Still gloved of course, you wrap your lips around them, just barely able to taste your own cum from when he’d finger fucked you in your living room. It’s a quick motion though, simply in and out. And then again, he holds his palm out.

“You want… spit?” comes your breathy question, and in the reflection, he nods.

Gently, you purse your lips, trying to hold back your grin. He’s never asked you to do this before. And when you complete his request, dripping your spit into the palm of his hand, he groans, running the point of his nose along the slope of your shoulder and neck.

Almost impatiently, he leans back up, slapping his hand onto his cock and pumping himself furiously. With your spit in his palm, it’s much easier than before, his heart rate increasing with every tug he gives.

“Baby, please,” you groan, only whining slightly. “Please put it in.”

You can see the hasty motions of his arm in the mirror - you can’t stop looking into it. He looks so broad behind you, so menacing as he kneels above you. His breaths are audible when he finally lines himself up, your jaw falling slack at the mere sensation of his tip meeting your outer lips. He rubs you, his free hand landing on your left cheek and caressing you softly. His head has fallen down now, watching himself intently and unaware of your own unwavering gaze.

“Yes…”

With a small push, he’s inside you, slowly moving forward while he sighs. You want to drop your head down, but you don’t; you don’t want to miss a single second of this. The sight of him when he’s fully inside makes you moan; when his pelvis meets your backside, Noir’s head drops back. A wild groan hits the air, one you certainly didn’t expect. He’s been away from you for too long.

“N-Noir!” you stutter, feeling the hand he used to guide himself in land on your upper ass.

You see it in the mirror, the act of him spanking you. It’s errotic and new, all of it, every piece of it. His entirely armored body compared to your naked form, the movements each of you make in response to the other, Noir’s simple gestures and motions, it’s all on display for you; for both of you. You can hear everything, too, you love when you can hear it. The squelch of your meeting sex, how it grows with every thrust he gives. It floats through the air of your small space, your room barely lit with just enough light to see him.

His movements are rough and unfaltering, and every time he slides back inside your body practically vibrates with bliss. You’ve never met a man that can rock you to your core so thoroughly before him. It’s everything you can do to not cry out from it, from him, his thrusts so heated and heavy that they shove you forward inch by inch. Your fingers grip the sheets, mouth hanging open while he rails you into your bed. He’s throbbing inside you, his chest heaving behind you while his hands return to the glorious expanse of your ass.

Looking down, he can already see he’s marked you. He must’ve hit you hard for you to bruise in such a short amount of time; he wonders if he hurt you. He wonders if you liked it.

Behind his mask, Noir growls, a gutteral noise rumbling through his chest as he feels your warm skin clamp down around him. He’s seen other women while you’ve been apart, not sexually or romantically, but day to day due to his career. Some were really pretty, some really weren’t, but none of them seemed to spark the instant attraction he had when he first saw you. And he’s had it every time he’s seen you since.

“Fuck, yes!” you cry out, mustering up the strength to begin bouncing back against him.

He always has to remind himself to be gentle with you. This isn’t necessarily gentle, not to the average person. But for Noir, he’s holding himself back. Because of his powers, he could truly do so much more.

“Noir, baby, please.”

You aren’t sure what you’re pleading for and honestly neither is he, he’s just happy to hear you scream for him again. You’re gasping and panting, your moans forceful and high. Every time he plunges inside he pierces something that makes you see white. Your body fizzles inside, limbs entirely weak when he fucks you like this.

Through the reflection, Noir can see your beautiful face. The expressions you make force his passion to new heights, provoking his motions to become faster and deeper. You’re so stunning like this, your hair a mess from his hand, your face tired and cute. It’s just so sexy to him, the image of you.

You don’t know it, but you’re staring directly back at him, too. Each shove of his hips makes your body bounce and sway, his strength and force so visible when you see him like this. It only heightens the euphoria currently bursting inside of you, seeing him move like this while inside of you. And the drag of his cock against your walls is debilitating, the stretch of him a painful bliss you’ve dearly missed.

This is so new for the both of you and it forces your bodies’ pleasure to new heights. All too quickly, Noir feels himself cum inside, his release unexpected and sudden. With a sharp, almost painful groan, his swollen cock leaks into you, his release finding home inside your warm and welcoming walls. He rocks your body back and forth as he comes down, rolling his hips into you and smiling when you move with him. It’s slow and almost intimate, your collective motions. He leans over you, resting his chest on your back once again. You can feel his breaths on your shoulder, the sensation sending a shiver across your skin.

This was too quick for him; he doesn’t want to leave you again.

When Noir pulls out of you, he sighs, worry running through his head. Could he really change your closeness tonight? Was he capable of that? Would you want that?

His hands roam your hips and thighs lovingly, your backside, too. He caresses the marks he’d made on you, feeling a small twinge of guilt though it’s nothing compared to the pride he has blooming inside. He waits for you to begin to move before he steps off the bed, watching as you roll onto your back. Lazily, you smile, brushing some hair away from your forehead.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay?” you coo to him quietly, sitting up while staring at him.

Noir’s body is still calming down, his breaths steadying now only after he’s been apart from you for a few minutes. He doesn’t do anything, doesn’t nod or move, he just stares right back at you. But you still smile, the air between the two of you soft and kind.

While you’re gone he takes care of himself, too. Wandering into your guest bath, he cleans himself before tucking his softened erection away, releasing a breath as he ponders what to do. He doesn’t want to fucking leave you.

When you return from the bathroom, you find an empty room. It makes you sad, you thought maybe he’d stay for a minute this time. You expected him to at least be there when you got out of the bathroom. Maybe he left in a hurry this time, maybe he’s busy, or maybe he just doesn’t want to be here with you.

Pushing away the tear-provoking thought, you take a breath and fold open your covers. But before crawling into bed, a dark figure catches your eye.

“Oh,” you jump back, putting a hand on your chest. “Baby..."

Noir is in your bedroom doorway, and when you say this, he leans against the frame. While doing so, you swear you saw his shoulders jolt a little. Did you make him laugh?

“You’re, you’re still here.”

Sitting down on your bed, you offer him another smile. He likes how easy it is for you to be understanding and kind, to give someone the benefit of the doubt.

“Do you…” glancing to your right, your eyes scan the empty space beside you on your bed. “Do you want to stay? For the night?”

As soon as you say it, you almost feel childish, insecure. You're expecting him to say no. But to your surprise, Noir leans off the wall, standing to his full height. He nods while walking toward you with slow, almost timid steps. He's feeling a little nervous, too.

“Really?” a grin blooms on your face. He nods again.

Honestly, you’re not sure what this constitutes. Does he sleep with his armor on? Knives and all? Can he even separate the pieces of his suit? Will he allow you the opportunity to see him like this?

Patience, you've found, is key with him. After a few moments of silence, Noir begins to undress. You find out that there are separate pieces to his suit, and he takes them off one by one, along with his daggers and throwing knives. Walking over to your desk, he places everything on the surface, leaving himself in his black undersuit. When he’s finally free of his protective pieces, it dawns on you how much he must trust you.

“Here,” you say, patting the space beside you. Softly jerking your head, you repeat, “C’mere.”

He follows your gesture, a softer side to him now showing. He seems unsure and if he’s being honest he one-hundred percent is. It’s not often that he’s found himself doing something like this. But your bed seems cozy and you seem nice; you’re someone he wants to be with.

Folding open the blankets, you invite him in, watching as your dark warrior climbs into your bed. The mattress dips beside you as his body starts to rest, shimmying down slightly until his head is laying on your spare pillow.

“I’m gonna… turn this way,” you tell him with a sleepy smile. “Okay?”

He doesn’t do anything, doesn’t nod, so you turn anyway. You cuddle into your pillows and blankets, sighing and closing your eyes. It might be a little awkward, but you’ll take this, you’re happy with this. You’re so happy he decided to stay. Then, unexpectedly, you feel him move, now inching closer to you. There was a small space between your bodies but it’s not long before he’s pressed up against you, inhaling a calming breath as he situates himself behind you. You smile to yourself, feeling him move and wondering what he’ll do next. You stay still, letting him decide. To your delight he lifts his hand, hesitant to do so but eventually laying his palm on your side.

Even more than before, your cheeks rise into a grin, your heart squeezing inside. Is he really being sweet with you?

“You want to hold me?” you ask quietly, still facing away.

In his own way of responding, Noir’s arm loops around your midsection and pulls you in. Yes, he thinks to himself. It’s quick and sudden but you laugh as he does it, immediately snuggling into him. That makes his heart pound, your giddy laugh and loving motion. Your little body wiggles against his much sturdier frame, feeling the muscles beneath the thin fabric keeping you from feeling his skin. Huh, you’ve never felt his body like this before. Focusing on his touch, you’re able to feel the bulge of his bicep, the muscles in his forearm. His pectorals press against your back, the muscles in his stomach also prominent to you. He’s so strong, you think, becoming lost in your thoughts. I wish he’d always hold me.

Noir adjusts slightly, getting comfortable behind you. Tenderly, he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his calming breaths fanning out over your shoulder and chest. It’s relaxing like this, feeling his weight pressing into you, his powerful body holding you, cuddling you. It makes you tingle with joy inside, knowing he feels the same way you do. It’s new but he likes this, really likes this. He likes the feeling of having you in his arms, your small and slightly shallow breaths, your smell right beneath his nose as he nuzzles into your neck. It’s soft, intimate, the things he’s now doing with you. And he wants to do more of this with you; if you let him, he’d do this every time he comes to see you.

#babbyyyy #oh my gosh #I love you #I really love you #Black Noir #Black Noir x you #Black Noir x reader #Black Noir x female reader #Black Noir imagine #Black Noir smut #Black Noir fanfiction #The Boys #The Boys smut #The Boys fanfiction

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general-gt · 11 months

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Just watched RoTB for the second time and I think it has some of my fav g/t moments of all time. This got a bit spoilery and rambling so I put it under a read more to be safe.

Nothing is ever going to top Optimus just grabbing Noah while scolding Mirage and then just… shelving him. He just puts him on a high up platform and is like “I’ll deal with you in a minute”. Then just goes on with his meeting. I laughed way too hard at that scene.

A close second would be Optimus entering the warehouse. The sounds, the sheer size that’s obvious in every aspect of that scene when he’s striding towards the camera. I ended up watching an immersive version the second time around (as in the sounds on screen made the seats shake) and that scene was amazing. I could nearly imagine being the human in that scenario, the ground shaking under my feet as I was approached by a robot creature that was implied would kill me if he wanted. It gave me literal chills!

Tbh everything to do with Optimus in this movie is g/t gold. When it pans past the parked vehicles as Optimus transforms and the top of him is out of frame he’s just that big. And any scene where he’s next to Noah or any other humans, looming out of frame with only a portion of himself visible at a time even if it’s a full body shot for the human. Even shots of him next to Mirage, where there’s a severe height difference.

And then there was Mirage’s comment on his teammates potentially squishing Noah. The implications that they’ve done it before? The emphasis on the way humans really are incredibly vulnerable compared to Cybertronians?? Yes.

And how could I forget Unicron himself. The scenes that showed him did a great job at conveying his scale. He feels so vast and even if planet-sized giants aren’t my thing, I find it impressive as hell.

I’m pretty sure I could ramble for hours about how amazing this movie and the g/t scenes in it are. Even without being the main focus, there was plenty I found to enjoy!

#g/t #not writing #atlas speaks #atlas rambles #g/t rambles #rotb #tf rotb #rotb spoilers #rise of the beasts #transformers g/t #giant/tiny

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catherine-sketches · 2 years

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You know what? I don’t hate what they did with Lucerys and Aemond story line. In fact I think I even like it. Here are the 3 reasons why:

1) Fire and Blood is written like a history book. A collection of different accounts, some from people who were there, some who were not there, some of them heavily exaggerated, ALL OF THEM BIASED.

So us, the audience, know what happened because we are in the air with the two of them. The people on the ground? They just saw Vhagar nerf that little dragon out of the sky with murderous intent. So to any onlookers yeah Aemond just murdered his nephew in cold blood.

(And let’s be honest with ourselves, do we really think Aemond is going to be spreading around how guilty he is about Lucerys? He may tell his mom it was an accident, but I think that’s it. He is keeping all his emotions right here, and one day he will die. Outside of his mom and probably Haelena, everyone will call him a murderer and a kinslayer and he is going to let them. Not one word to disprove or in defense of his actions.)

2) Aemond’s regret.

This is a guys that is an amazing fighter, skilled and deadly…. He also never killed a person, especially someone he grew up with. People can talk big game about killing someone you have beef with, especially if that person is a relative, but one thing is words the other is the actual deed. He may know what death is, but it’s another can of worms being a accessary to murder.

This reminds me of Sansa’s reactions to death. When it was a death in a tourney she barely reacted. It was a tourney, that death was brushed off and they moved on. It was a spectacle, like a death in a movie scene for us. But when it was her father’s death it suddenly became all too real.

That was his nephew. He grew up with him. And eye for a life is not a worthy trade. The scales are off.

3) A Dragon is not a slave.

Have you ever road a horse? Did you know that, if the horse notices that you don’t know what you doing they will just ignore your commands? The horse I was trying to ride would not obey me for it’s life because he knew I had no power over him. I had no experience and was anxious and had barely got on the saddle because I could not grip it right and had noodles for arms at the time.

Dragons are intelligent (the intelligence of a five year old if I remember the lore correctly). A person can bond with them, train them, ride them… but if you believe they have fully control over them you never raised a pet in your life. They WILL do shit against your will, especially the smart ones.

This is something we see in the books; Daenerys has a hard time controlling her dragons, the only one she can ride is Drogon (and she has to use a whip),

in Fire and Blood (possible spoilers for future seasons) Joffrey tries to ride Syrax to save his dragon. But Syrax is not his dragon, it’s his mom’s. So, as you can imagine, it went to shit pretty fast.

I once had a dog (RIP Leo, we miss you) and he was a delightful pitbull. He would answer to my commands, he would help me with hide and seek (he would stand in front of his house as I hide inside it) he was friendly and lovable… and the “Leo don’t jump on people as a way to say Hi” command was ignored Every. Single. Time.

Kira, Leo’s mom, hated everyone that was not my Grandma, her owner, and didn’t answer to anyone except my Grandma and tried her dammest to bite our asses off. Hell even Grandma didn’t come of without some bit marks through the years.

Now I have cats and we all know that trying to command cats is a exercise in futility.

So now imagine dragons, giant dogs with fire breath and wings. Each one of them with their own personalities, each one more deadly than the other.

Arrax, a young dragon, in a panic, tried to attack Vhagar.

Vhagar, an older, battle hardened dragon, retaliated.

The scales, as a said before, are off.

It’s like watching a baby kitten try to attack a old tigger and the tigger retaliating by biting.

Because of sheer size, the tiger bites the kitty’s head off.

This show is a tragedy. And the bread and butter of any tragedy are the “If onlys”

And now, as the Dance unravels around him, Aemond will have to live with his.

“If only I hadn’t gone after him…”

#house of the dragon #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #arrax #vhagar #hotd leaks #hotd spoilers #can’t wait to actually watched the episode today #just so I can make more in depth analysis 🧐#and maybe more fuel for fix it fanfics

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entomolog-t · 11 months

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Oh, ooh, here's a fun one!

I love when giants and tinies are fascinated with each other. Either direction. Both the "wow you're so tiny" and the "wow you're so big". The desire to touch, to examine the difference in scale. A tiny running their fingers along the whorl of a fingerprint, or gazing wonderingly at the details of their giant's iris. A giant delicately feeling their tiny's limbs, the sensation of tiny bones and muscles, a minuscule heartbeat. A small hand spread over the tip of a finger, both parties just looking, amazed.

When the tiny moves, and the giant can't help but watch, fascinated by the sight of human movement in miniature. When the giant moves and the tiny can't help but watch, entranced by the sheer enormity of them, how effortlessly they lift a weight the tiny has no hope to budge, how quickly they can cross a distance the tiny cannot imagine traveling. How visible even unconscious movements are, a twitch of their fingers, the thud of their pulse. Even their breathing; if the tiny sits on their chest, it rises and falls, seemingly effortlessly, lifting them up and down.

Back and ready to evaluate some tropes!

Fascination is such a great trope. It explores human curiosity so well. The borderline impulsive desire to learn and explore new things, the awe that comes with the new and unusual...

Fascination has multiple interpretations. On the surface it love of novelty, and excitement towards to unknown. These characteristics may represents a dopamine seeking behavior. As per a previous session's discussion, the new and unusual ramps up dopamine in the brain. In a more metaphorical sense, fascination can act as a stand in for a yearning for attention/attraction (or both). Having someone so captivated by our very being is an intimate and powerful experience, as is being the one captivated by another.

This could suggest you have a longing for attention, specifically a more awe-oriented attention from others. This may suggest romantic longing, but doesn't have to. It is more so dependent on what the Giant/Tiny is in awe of in the fantasy.

For the Giant

Is it their sheer size? Their power? Some aspects of their physical self?

The two examples mentioned in this ask were a tiny running their fingers along the whorl of a fingerprint, and a tiny gazing wonderingly at the details of their giant's iris.

In the first example one may interpret that interaction as a a subtle from of intimate touch. We associate fingerprints with our unique self, and hand holding as intimacy, so the combination of these two symbols seems to be showing interaction with an intimate part of our personal being; longing that just being would inspire awe in another.

The second example mirrors the themes of the first. One's eyes are very unique to oneself, and express much of our emotion. Looking into the eyes of another, especially prolonged, is very intimate. Depending on whether you view yourself as the Giant or tiny this could imply a longing for either receiving or giving intimacy. Analyzing your counter-archetype's personality traits in this fantasy may be able to show you what you look for in someone you look for intimacy with (not inherently romantic, but very well could be).

For the tiny

Is it the way the tiny makes them feel powerful? Is it the strangeness of seeing something so familiar at such a shocking size?

In your cited examples we see a giant delicately feeling their tiny's limbs and its that comparison aspect that seems to be fascinating. A good follow up question is why?? Is it how it makes them feel? What feeling is that? The other example of a small hand spread over the tip of a finger seems to harken to both a comparison aspect, but also the mirrored intimate touch as seen in the examples with the tiny.

As per typical in G/t interactions we also see the power dynamic emphasized and explored. This is especially noticeable in the way that you compare how they see one another in motion; the tiny especially aware of the giant's potential power. The perspective of the tiny is also quite intimate, with actions being magnified and scrutinized. Even minute and normal details like breathing continue to emphasize the power imbalance. All these details reinforce the power of the giant, and how miniscule the tiny is by comparison.

It would be crucial to explore the emotions that would arise from the noticing of that dynamic; scared, upset, excited, frustrated etc... The emotions of the tiny may represent how we reaction in the face of being powerless.

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#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t prompts #g/t tropes #G/t trope psychology

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Since I made that post about pred swallowing a knight, I’ve been having lots of other fantasy-themed scenarios buzzing in my head.

Like…

1: Swallowing a dragonling

Pred had stumbled across a weird rock on one of their travels, but they soon realize it isn’t a rock at all, but a dragon’s egg!! These are incredibly hard to come by!! They could earn so much gold selling this off!!

…that would be if it didn’t start hatching as they were thinking this…

The dragonling squawks at them, seeing them as their mother. Pred blinks, realizing this. Well… this couldn’t be a bad thing..! How badass is it to have your very own dragon?!

So.. Pred takes care of the little hatchling… or… at least tries to…

Turns out raising a dragon youngling isn’t easy!! They hardly ever stay still, their always wanting fish to eat, and they aren’t masters of their fire breath yet, so there’s no telling where those sparks are gonna fly!

…and did they mention they eat fish? ALOT of fish??

Pred finds that their little dragon is eating more than they are. How badly do they want to eat all the delicious salmon and trout they’ve caught… but their little scaly companion desires it instead of them…

Pred’s gut rumbles… they’re starving… and this little dragon is so noisy that it’s scaring away any possible forms of meat. And fish are obviously out of the question.

They’re getting impatient…

Night falls, and their little friend is finally silent as their curled up asleep. The same unfortunately can’t be said about Pred’s belly… It’s roaring like a full-grown dragon, gnawing at their insides as it threatens to start digesting itself if they don’t eat soon…

Pred’s starting to grow ravenous, as they glance over at their dragonling…

…those gorgeous shiny scales… on that plump little body… the sheer fact that they’re already growing to the size of a wolf… makes Pred absolutely delirious in hunger…

~that’s it. They can’t take it anymore.!!

Pred growls as they grab the young dragon, startling it obviously as it squirms and squawks in their arms. Pred growls, holding the creature close, licking their lips and salivating like a rabid wolf. The time is now.. as Pred shoves the dragon’s head down their throat.

Pred lets a hearty belch loose as they rub their now bulging gut, stuffed full of pesky little dragon…

He could find another egg…

2: Swallowing multiple dwarves AND their gemstones

Pred had wandered into a mining camp of several dwarves. They were doing that they did best, and that was digging for all the precious gems and stones that were sought after throughout the whole land.

The miners were very welcoming to Pred, letting them watch, and even help..! They appreciate the help of a taller one!

…and when one overheard Pred’s tummy rumble, they offered them a meal.

Now the meal itself was absolutely delicious..! Many kinds of cooked meats, including mutton, and ale to wash it down. But, even after that delicious food, Pred still has a gnawing hunger deep inside…

…they require more…

Back to work, as the dwarves continue digging, Pred watching them, waiting for a chance… they’ve always wanted to know the taste of dwarf…

Finally, they notice a single one moving away from all the other’s. Pred follows them, slipping around the corner, before snatching them up, and easily sending them down their gullet.

Their tummy pokes out slightly, wriggling as their little prey kicks and squirms. Ohh dwarves taste DELICIOUS..!!!

…they MUST have more..!!

So… sneakily, Pred continues to pick off stragglers throughout the mineshaft… one, by one, by one…

Pred’s belly is looking more like they are pregnant once they’re done… wriggling and bulging as their ‘babies’ kick and squirm…

Just as Pred is waddling out of there, their eyes catch sight of something… a minecart filled to the brim with colorful gemstones..!

Pred’s belly gurgles… They’ve heard from sources that gemstones can feel absolutely amazing in a belly. One more little snack shouldn’t hurt before they go..!

So Pred proceeds to swallow handful after handful of shiny colorful gems… as their bulbous tummy grows more and more so…

Maybe eating the whole cartful was a bit of a mistake…

Pred is immobilized, as all the gemstones and dwarves had made their stuffed stomach far too heavy to carry…

They’re stuck here until everything they’ve devoured digests…

3. Ale for days

Pred got caught up in a festival at a village, and was honestly having the time of their life! Good food, getting to meet the locals (to devour later), and of course~ Ale. LOTS of ale.

Pred has chugged so many mugs of the drink in the short time they’ve been here, and they will admit, they’re starting to feel a bit sloshed…

…speaking of slosh~ their belly has been doing just that. Every movement has stirred up their bellyful of liquid, even sometimes making them belch gasily, to which locals would compliment them for the show.

…more mugs…

…and more…

Pred looks due for a child with this big of an ale belly..!! They’ve had sooo much to drink, they feel like they could burst any moment…

Some gassy burps make Pred worried…

“…oh my dearest stranger, you can sure handle your ale..!” a local compliments them, to which they mumble a little, drunk.

After the festival, Pred slips away into amore secluded area, where they can rest peacefully…

They feel so sick to their stomach as they waddle to a wall before sliding down.

Their completely wasted.. they sloppily rub their stomach as it bubbles and churns…

They drank far too much..

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Some nicer daemon au fic! Eva and Devin and introducing daemons, oh my!

For the first time in decades, Devin wasn’t worried about introducing Jubilation. The feeling wasn’t entirely mutual, mind, Jubilation themself had some small doubts he could feel across their bond, but Devin didn’t. Yes, all the people they’d been introduced to before this had had, mixed reactions...

It had come as a surprise when they’d first left home and discovered that Separation not only wasn’t normal, but downright concerning for most species. There were plenty of places on Osmos V, in the Osmos System, conducive to the act, a difficult but known option, old religions that required it even, but for some reason most cultures they’d encountered viewed it as disconcerting at best. An ill omen at worst. All that before anybody even got to see Jubilation, their sheer size and large teeth. Even after decades Phil and Vita got antsy around them, like they thought they might turn around and eat somebody. This time though, this time was different.

Eva and Rufus didn’t get shaken up by anything. More often than not, they were the ones shaking up or shaking down other pairs. It was, to the confusion of their team, part of why Devin liked them enough to bring home. Why Jubilation was interested enough to agree to host them.

“That’ll be them,” Jubilation asked as the sound of an engine came down the road to their isolated little cove. A rocky thing, unpopular and distant enough to have been easily claimed, with a small series of dens dug into the surrounding cliff.

“Probably.” They certainly weren’t expecting any other company, and had gotten maybe four unexpected guests in the last eighteen years. Sure enough, the engine cut off around where the pavement truly ended. Jubilation tensed, trying to make themself smaller as Devin scratched soothingly at their jaw. “Relax, it’ll be fine.”

“You make them sound amazing,” they said in a low tone that did nothing to hide the undercurrent of ‘I want to make a good impression’, as if they could do anything else. They were perfect.

“And that’s why it’ll be fine.” Down the cliff and down the cliff came their company, Eva smiling, deep brown eyes bright as anything as she picked her way with easy grace, Rufus buzzing along the edge of their bond like a security drone. Devin’s heart kicked up a beat, Jubilation rumbling beside him enough that the water trembled around them. “We were beginning to think you weren’t coming!”

“Liar,” Rufus called, barely audible for the size of him.

“You know us better than that.” Eva’s expression widened into a grin at the sight of Devin before sliding over to focus on Jubilation. She didn’t even miss a beat. “Nice to finally meet you.” Devin could feel the tension drain off them.

“The same. He talks about you two incessantly,” they said, colorful fins partly flaring when Rufus laughed.

“I’m beginning to think that's his only setting,” he said, flitting up to the great serpent daemon’s face as soon as he was able, “mooning over his people.”

��I do not moon,” Devin said, grinning. Rufus was all but an iridescent burgundy speck against the blues of Jubilation’s scales, like a jewel beneath their eye, not even the size of their pupil.

“You moon,” Eva said, clapping a hand on his shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Love you, you’re cute, but you couldn’t be subtle if lives depended on it.”

“Lucky they don’t then, huh,” he chuckled, gut doing a little flip at the love declaration. They knew, of course, but there was just something about being reminded he’d managed to properly catch them the attention of a pair so smart and capable. “So, introductions? Jubi, this is Eva and Rufus Jones.”

“I’ll admit,” they said with a pleased rumble, trying to focus on the bird daemon, “from Vita and Deana’s descriptions I expected you to be bigger.”

“Vita and Deana,” Rufus answered, perching on their brow with a ruffle of his feathers, “don’t want people to realize how big of cowards they are.” Eva and Devin snorted in time with each other.

“I’ve seen you both in action,” he said, “it’s not cowardice to be scared of you.” If anything it was common sense. Rufus may have weighed less than an ounce, but that beak could take out an eye and while he’d never seen the little daemon do it he knew him, Eva, and their grey morality well enough to know he would. Even Vita and Phil’s pride got toned down when he challenged them, not a care for her fangs, venom, or sheer size.

“It’s a bit cowardice,” Eva said, smirking. “Bit of cowardice, bit of stupid enough to keep pushing their luck.”

“Six of one, half dozen the other,” Rufus piped in, holding tight as Jubilation laughed.

“The failings of my team aside,” Devin continued, because they were more his team than Jubilation’s, given their aquatic restriction. “Eva, Rufus, my smarter half, Jubilation.”

“Making sure to set the bar low for me,” they teased, laughing again when he rapped on their scales with a grin. He should have known he'd be the only 'proper' outlet for their shared teasing humor when good impressions were to be made.

“The size is about what we expected,” Eva said to them, “but I think Devin undersold how pretty you are.” Jubilation rumbled again.

“You should see me in open water.” With a piping laugh to match Eva’s wide grin, Rufus flitted to resettle on their nose.

“Beautiful, if we could’ve gotten scuba gear on the back on the bike we already would be.” Making a curious noise in his throat as Jubilation flared at the obvious flirting, Devin turned a tilted head to Eva.

“Can you two scuba dive?” They'd never mentioned it, but then when would it come up? Certainly would make things a bit easier. She just grinned wider, stepping over to throw an arm around his waist.

“For them, we can learn.”

#fanfic

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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Something I've always thought about ever since the beggining of the self aware au:

What if the player was actually really big? I'm talking 4 mag agents stacked on top of eachother type of big. Idk I just wanted to hear your opinion on that even if it isnt whats going on in the actual au.

Like the auditor goes into players bedroom and has to use ALL of his energy to pick us up and bring us to nevada and the main 4 just kinda looking up at us once we escape and going like "how in the actual fuck did the auditor even keep you hidden for more than a second"

Okay so, to provide context for this answer I'm including this image for scale (from the wiki):

A MAG is like 2.5-3 times the size of Hank, so if you were four times the height of a MAG you'd be 10-12 times Hank's. In this AU, this means you'd be like 70'10" (2159 cm) to 85' (2590.8 cm) tall, so needless to say, really god damn big. You tower over buildings and could probably hold Gestalt like a child, so to normal grunts you'd be completely horrifying. Your size also makes it really hard for them to injure you; at best their blades are like little annoying splinters and their lower caliber ammunition has a hard time even penetrating your skin. So not only are you the height of a skyscraper, you're also almost completely invulnerable.

But if you thought your vessels would react negatively to this, you'd be dead wrong. To make a comparison, you know how Markiplier simped for Lady Dimitrescu in his RE8 playthrough? That's pretty much the main 3's response to your actual form haha. Hank and Deimos are especially starstruck by the sheer power you exude; when it comes to otherworldly influences, you're everything they expected and more. You could do the simplest thing like stand up and stretch and they'd be completely amazed, it's honestly really funny. They fawn over you constantly; Deimos always compliments your strength and your appearance (because really, the fact that you're such a tall figure just accentuates your beauty to him) and Hank just stares at you all lovestruck as you loom over him.

Sanford is more humbled by your height than anything, it makes him realize how small and vulnerable he can actually be (odd, considering his prowess at his occupation but that just makes the idea more impactful) and how insignificant he could've been. It makes him feel even more grateful for you taking notice of him, as compared to you he's really nothing special. The weight of your attention is more impactful to him, and he can't help the giddy grin that comes to his face as you direct your gaze to him. It also makes him oddly shy in this regard too.

2BDamned is really just astounded by you. How did the Auditor even manage to get you to Nevada against your will, much less hide you from its other denizens? Are all humans this tall? He'll take it as an opportunity to ask a lot of questions about you, not only to keep your attention on him but because he's fascinated by you. He will also admit that having someone so grand and powerful take even the smallest interest in him makes him feel a little flustered. Although, it also increases his own shame at his previous doubt of you too. In his mind, there's nothing you could possibly gain from them. You were more powerful than they could ever be from the beginning, so it's clear to him that you must be doing this out of genuine goodwill than for any underlying scheme. He doesn't feel like he really deserves your attention as a result, so he'll shower you with as much affection and interest as he can and follow your every word, if only so he believes that he's finally worthy of you.

Also, their thoughts aside, your height would make their battles kinda hilarious too. The moment you see that any of them are in trouble, you can literally just pick them up and keep them away from the entire situation. I mean, you could really just bat the enemies into a wall or something if you wanted to as well. But you don't because the adoring, excited way the boys look up at you whenever they eliminate someone is kinda cute. And it gives you the opportunity to praise them, which never fails to make them giddy. Although you do have to sit down to see exactly what they're doing, which is absolutely terrifying to the agents they have to fight. Like imagine having the three (or four, if Doc's there) most wanted criminals in Nevada try to break into the facility you work in, and then when you exit the building to try and stop them from getting in, a gargantuan shadow covers the entire place. You look up to see a creature that's too different and big to be a MAG (one with exposed facial features and colorful skin??) just gazing at you like you're an ant as they nonchalantly puppet your enemies with a single hand. Total eldritch horror moment for them before your boys eradicate them lol.

#tw: yandere #you: *exists*#the boys: hiii 🥰#also for the record #Phobos would totally be into it too #ask #i ❤️ anons

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bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls · 11 months

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Things you might want to know, for Jun 24, 2023:

Love Island’s Jessie hospitalized after spiked drink — It was a shitty end to their trip, but I’m happy to see that Jessie and Farmer Will are still together and visiting the US. She had a rough run of things on Love Island Australia, and everyone seemed to dislike her on Love Island UK, but I’m fond of her… hope she’s okay.

Millions of perfectly fine HDDs are shredded each year because of 'zero risk' security policies. Spoiler alert: There's still a risk of stolen data from just a 3mm scrap — Yes, it is unfortunate that working hard drives full of recyclable parts are being destroyed and tossed in landfills. Yes, it would be great if we could find a better way. But the thrust of this article —don’t bother shredding drives because a super-sophisticated, targeted restoration of minute bits of data from shredded drives is possible— is just clickbait wankery.

Restaurant's mistreatment of workers included bringing in "priest" to hear their "workplace sins" — Wow.

Camera review site DPReview finds a buyer, avoids shutdown by Amazon — I’m not a Camera Guy, so I wasn’t particularly sad about the once-imminent demise of DPReview, but I’m glad the shutdown has been averted. The web has a nasty habit of erasing it’s own history, and there is a lot of info on that site that should be preserved.

200+ things that Fox News has labeled “woke”

Kickstarter >> THE MARVEL ART OF DAVID MACK AND ALEX MALEEV—2 DELUXE BOOKS by Clover Press Art — The list of 21st century comics artists I truly love is short: Frank Quitely, Pia Guerra, Sean Phillips, John Cassaday, Michael Gaydos, David Mack, and Alex Maleev. That’s about it.

Alleged Stalker Sets Twitch Streamer Justfoxxi's Car on Fire — Yikes.

Masnick's Impossibility Theorem: Content Moderation At Scale Is Impossible To Do Well — A bit of truth that should be borne in mind… the sheer size of the online population has now reached a point where it’s virtually impossible to ever do the right thing at scale.

Amazon named its “labyrinthine” Prime cancellation process after Homer’s Iliad — This is exactly the sort of thing that requires government-powered consumer protections… “dark pattern” UIs aren’t accidents, and should be punished aggressively.

Taylor Sheridan Does Whatever He Wants: "I Will Tell My Stories My Way" — As much as I love Hell or High Water —just watched it again a few weeks ago, still amazing— Sheridan’s Yellowstone is a sloppy mess of a show that doesn’t give two fanciful fucks about character development or even common sense. But I firmly back his desire to make his show the way he wants it made.

Star Trek has never known exactly what Klingons look like, until now (maybe) — Klingons look like Worf. The end.

Evolution Keeps Making Crabs, And Nobody Knows Why

Jack Kirby’s family sets the record straight after “informercial” Stan Lee documentary — I’m sympathetic to complaints from the Kirby family… yes, Jack defined the look and storytelling conventions of modern comics, and anyone talking about Stan’s Marvel work should always talk about Kirby and Ditko as well. But say what you will about his hucksterism and fame-whoring, Stan Lee wrote some things in all those captions and thought balloons that mattered, that people still remember sixty years later.

After porn-y protest, Reddit ousted mods; replacing them isn’t simple — That site is a cesspit and always has been. If Kevin Rose hadn’t fucked up Digg, we wouldn’t even be talking about Reddit today.

Tony Stark and Emma Frost are getting married in September — This… makes a weird sort of sense.

50 Years Ago, the Woman Who Would Usher in the True-Crime Boom Befriended Her Co-Worker. His Name Was Ted Bundy. — I’ve never read any of Anne Rule’s books, but her impact on the genre is unquestionable.

Psychologist warns of the major red flags if you enjoy true crime documentaries — Meanwhile… 🙄.

On Scanning QR Codes With Your iPhone — There’s a dedicated QR code scanner built in to iOS, and I had no idea.

#news

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befenvs3000f23 · 6 months

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Week 9 Blog Post

Interpret (through this blog) the most amazing thing you know about nature – get us excited. This is your blog – your audience isn’t out in the field with you so bring the field to your armchair reader.

Oh boy, what a prompt this week! It’s hard to narrow down just one incredible thing about nature to share since there’s so many amazing things that I could talk about but for the sake of the blog I want to focus on the ways in which species have changed and adapted over time to their environments. I know it doesn’t exactly have a strong pull in to read more but just stick with me and I’m sure your mind will be blown by the end of this topic.

The sheer scale and variety of ways that organisms have adapted to their environments blows my mind every single day. Some of these adaptations are physical - think camouflage or horns to help an individual survive. Some adaptations might also be behaviours - like how beavers learn to create dams in order to make suitable environments to live in. Some adaptations even change the very chemistry and physiology of organisms, changing ways in which glands within their bodies are used to give them an edge over the competition.

Image credit: https://www.nps.gov/articles/buildabeaverdam.htm#:~:text=Why%20do%20beavers%20build%20dams,%2C%20coyotes%2C%20or%20mountain%20lions.

Let’s start with the example of beavers since this is one that blows my mind on a regular basis. Imagine you’re a small, semi aquatic rodent swimming around and living your life. One day you decide “I’ve had enough of this lake, time to find somewhere new to live!” Without a second thought you could travel many miles in search of a new habitat. Once you arrive, well, there’s plenty of work to be done! With no communication you get to work and start chewing down trees, placing mud to stop gaps in the dam and continue this until you’ve altered a stream and turned it into a lake! This level of work is simply incredible, and beaver dams can be MASSIVE. The largest beaver dam that I could find a record for was 850 metres long. Almost an entire kilometre of beaver dam. To put that into perspective, the CN tower is about 550 metres tall, so one and a half CN towers laying down in order to create this dam. Here’s an image taken from a satellite that puts into perspective the size of the dam.

Image credit: https://www.mountainviewtoday.ca/hot-summer-guide/the-worlds-largest-beaver-dam-is-in-alberta-you-can-literally-see-it-from-space-7090170#:~:text=The%20beaver%20dam%20in%20Wood,largest%20beaver%20dam%20ever%20recorded.

Now, I’ve talked a lot about beavers here, (can you blame me?), but I also wanted to talk about some more incredible adaptations creatures have made in order to survive. As I mentioned, camouflage is one of them, but I’m sure most of us have seen a well hidden animal take off in front of us, or seen pictures of how well stick bugs can hide. What’s even more fascinating for me is things like octopus that can actively change their skin as needed. The way their entire bodies look to cloak themselves in the exact colour they need is endlessly amazing to me and hopefully this gif can bring some of that fascination to you as well. I could talk endlessly about these kinds of topics but it seems I’ve reached my word limit so hopefully this was enough to get you excited for some of the things that excite me.

Image credit: https://totheark.tumblr.com/post/645844076361662464/octopus-changes-color-and-texture

#nature #beavers #octopus

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synchlora · 1 year

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no but fr I need everyone to see this organ this thing is GORGEOUS

ID: a large, half-wall organ built on the balcony floor of a church. The piano portion sits in the center with large pipes along the wall behind it. The pipes taper off in size closer to the center, and more can be seen behind the front row. End description

this thing literally vibrates the whole building, you can feel it in your chest when she plays. it is an overwhelmingly beautiful sound and it feels like its in your fucking lungs. AND she's fucking drop-dead gorgeous

ID: a close up on the same organ. The picture is taken directly in front of it, looking upwards at the sheer size of it all. The silver pipes are very shiny and the dark wood framing them contrasts it well. End description

it is amazing to see up close and looks fucking unreal. there are hundreds of pipes back there, stacked in rows so that the entire wall is the organ. it feels like breathing whenever its being played and because it fills that whole wall its like the building is alive. not to mention just how fucking huge she is

ID: two men standing in front of the organ. The section of the smallest set of pipes is nearly twice as tall as them, and the largest pipes extend far beyond the edge of the photo. End description

my father is no less than 6 foot 4 and you can see just how ridiculous the scale on this instrument is. even the smallest, highest pitch pipes are raised higher than he is. those shutters can also be closed depending on the program and what is needed

ID: a photo showing several of the rows of pipes behind the shutters. End description

and behind them are layers upon layers of pipes. every single one of these has to get tuned every once in a blue moon. and every single one is crucial to the sound. it is an absolutely colossal, beautiful instrument and im absolutely in love with her PLEASE let me in I want to play her so so badly I promise ill learn and ill do good pls.......

#I fucking ADORE this instrument if you couldn't tell oh my god.....#i would move there to play her i would apprentice under my dads great aunt (her current keeper) to play her #I would fucking give up everything to play her as my job i would die for her #I cant even play piano but I'd fucking learn!#my first love..... she is so so fucking important 2 me.....

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aventurasdeunatortuga · 10 months

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Zhangjiajie

I’ve spent the last 4ish days in the rural area of Zhangjiajie, in the mountains of Hunan province in south central China.

I flew in from Beijing on Saturday to Zhangjiajie and then it was an hour drive to the town of Yangjiajie. This town is mainly farmland, lots of roosters crowing, and is very warm and humid. I came here to see Zhangjiajie National Forest, which is famous for its over 3,000 sandstone pillars which are on average about 660 feet tall. They were formed about 350 million years ago due to softer rock around the pillars eroding and falling away. I have truly never seen anything like it, I cannot adequately describe how huge these things were or how amazing it was to see.

The owner of the small hotel I’m staying at, Carol, gave me an extensive run down on how to do a self-guided tour of the park; which I was glad I did instead of doing an official tour. My hotel was only about 300 meters from the park entrance, so I could walk there myself. The park itself despite being very intimidating in its sheer size and the fact that most of it is hundreds of meters in the air, was pretty easy to get around in. There is a system of cable cars to get up the mountain, and a series of buses, bridges, and hiking trails to get around the park from there.

China only very recently opened its borders for the first time in over 3 years, and it is notoriously difficult to get a Chinese visa. While in the bigger cities like Beijing there were definitely more foreigners and expats, and people in general were more used to foreigners, I’ve definitely been noticing a difference in Hunan. I think I have seen less than a dozen foreigners total in the time I’ve been here. I get a lot of stares and kids pointing at me going “哪国人！” （foreigner) I even had a family ask to take my picture with their kid because I was the first foreigner she had seen. Its understandable, not a lot of outsiders have really been traveling through here lately. It is honestly pretty refreshing to travel and be around mainly locals and not the crowd of college aged drunk backpackers that tend to frequent a lot of touristy places around the world.

Don’t get me wrong, people have been so incredibly helpful and accommodating and welcoming the entire time I’ve been here. Every single time I have gotten turned around someone has asked if they could help me. People have been so patient with my broken Chinese. And there is definitely a lot of privilege being a white English speaker that has made getting around a lot easier. I have just definitely been feeling very much like an outsider and it gets a bit wearing to have so many stares every time I do anything and even though its not the same at all it has definitely been very eye opening for what a lot of people experience daily that I haven’t experienced to this extent before.

Anyway. I spent most of Sunday exploring the park. It was really incredible. I just could not comprehend the scale of how big the pillars were. It was quite literally breathtaking and jaw dropping. More than once I stopped dead in my tracks because I just could not believe my eyes. At one point we crossed a natural bridge that had formed between two of the pillars. There were also lots of monkeys and at one point there was a gigantic sculpture to someone in the Communist party with a ton of Communist memorabilia around it, idk what that was all about but it was huge. It was super duper hot and humid but being up high in the mountains helped a lot. Once I got back down to the bottom though I realized I’d gotten sunburned despite it being cloudy. I always forget thats a thing. When I made it back to my hotel I was more sweat than person by that point.

Carol’s mom cooks meals for the hotel, so I ate very well the whole time I was in Zhangjiajie. On Saturday night they were hosting a school group from a nearby university, 20 students, a professor named Jin, and his family. I got to talk with the professor for a while. Apparently he had lived in Germany and Switzerland for over a decade while getting his degrees. He asked me a lot of questions about the US election and he honestly knew more about it than I did. He said people in China pay close attention to this because really the results impact the entire world, which is unfortunately true.

On Monday Carol had again given me extensive instructions for a self guided tour of Tianmen Mountain. This was a bit more complicated. First it involved an hour long car ride to Zhangjiajie, then taking a series of buses to get to the bottom of the mountain and a cable car to get halfway up the mountain. Tianmen Mountain （天门山）translates to Heaven’s Door Mountain. It is called this because of an incredible door like natural arch halfway up the mountain that looks like it is leading to the sky. After taking the cable car halfway up the mountain, I hiked up the famous 999 steps to 天门, Heaven’s Gate. It truly looked like we were climbing stairs directly into the sky.

Once at the top of the staircase, we entered a cave into which was astoundingly built a gigantic escalator which took us up the rest of the way to the top of the mountain. I cannot even imagine how all of this was built.

From there, we were a good 4,500 feet up in the air. I could not comprehend how high up we were. And there was a Burger King and a Bubble Tea restaurant at the top somehow. I had some lunch and them took the long winding path along the cliffside. The path was quite literally hanging off the cliff with a sheer drop of 4,500 feet below. I walked along here for about 3 kilometers, one section of the path was even a glass walk which was honestly terrifying. There were lots of little kids with their families doing the hike as well, and they were absolutely not convinced that the glass was strong enough to hold them, which was completely understandable.

I’ve noticed a lot of people visiting places like this in very fancy clothing, even little kids will wear their best dresses or traditional outfits, because people take a lot of pictures and want to look good in the pictures, even though it is very hot and humid and there is a lot of physical activity.

After hiking I arrived to 天门山死, Tianmenshan Temple. Which, again, was incredible that such a huge temple was built so high up. From there I took something similar to a skilift to take me back to the start of the mountain path, and from there took a cablecar all the way back to town. I was told that this last cablecar was one of the longest cablecars in the world, and it certainly seemed like it. It brought us from 4,500 at the top of the mountain all the way back to the ground in the middle of town 30 minutes later. It was really cool. The line to get in it was pretty intense though. The park tries to limit traffic by only selling 3,000 tickets per hour, which is considered very few tickets given the size of the park, but the problem arises when everyone leaves the park at the same time at the end of the day. This resulted in a very enormous line to get down.

From there I took a shared car to get to my hotel. A lot of people live in very rural areas in the provinces and its tough to make the trek into the city from there so whenever someone drives from the city to town or vice versa they try to fill up the car with people. People generally chip in for gas so its like a rural version of uber without the app. People just roll their window down if they see someone standing on the street or walking down the road and ask if they want a lift.

My window in my room had a gap where it wouldn’t shut all the way so it was letting mosquitoes in. I had managed to block it the last two nights and it wasn’t bad at all but because a rainstorm was incoming there were way more bugs tonight than before. I’m talking thirty to forty mosquitos and other giant bugs I don’t know what they were and don’t really want to know. They’d all gotten through the blocked window and were everywhere which was horrible, so I managed to switch rooms for the rest of my stay.

On Monday it was rainy in the morning and while I could have gone back to Zhangjiajie National Park to see more of it, its an enormous park, I didn’t have it in me and ended up spending the whole day sleeping. My big outing of the day was going with Carol to the grocery store to get snacks. On Tuesday I went to the train station to head to my next stop, Fenghuang, which is also in Hunan province and was only about a 2 hour train ride away.

I’ll update about Fenghuang soon, I’ll be here for about 3 more days.

#travel #asia #china #solo travel #zhangjiajie #hunan #yangjiajie #tianmen mountain

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