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@literallyjusthereforlucemond
A Lucemond band au is a must, please tell me someone has written this
Lucerys will literally be everyones favorite slutty bassist πππ He's just up there slutting it out while aemond is frustrated as fuck. Makes me wanna wright a whole au bout this wth
happy valentine's day to all the Yelena stans π
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making sub kΓΆnig ride one of those monster dildos when he came without permissionβ¦ him whining as he tried to lower himself onto the dildo, whimpering about how βit wonβt fitβ, how he was still too sensitive from the previous orgasm.
yet he continued doing what he was told, his hole stretching around the thick silicone as his muscular thighs shook. you sat on a chair before him, watching as his cock leaked like a faucet. he sobbed as you cooed at him almost condescendingly. you stretched your leg forward, pressing down on the obvious bulge on his stomach. he cried out, hands flying over his mouth to stop the noises escaping from his lips.
βdonβt cover up your noises, darling,β you commanded. βdonβt you want to be good for me?β his cock jumped at the word as he nodded, starting to move up and down shakily.
Doing things to me istg
Fanfic Idea! (Pre-Lucemond, or not, where Rhaenyra gave her son to Alys)
Rhaenyra couldn't help but look in dismay, for her new son have none of her features yet again. She planned for this possibility, she knew what the greens were spreading, and she knew what must be done.
Oh, but how beautiful her babe was, how sweet his small face looked, how cute his nose was, she looked at him more, memorizing his face, his features. She inhaled his scent, regardless of how bloody he was. How milky and sweet he smelled.
If it were up to her alone, she would keep him. If her home wasn't infested with snakes, she would have held him tight.
But her home wasn't safe. Not anymore. And her son would no doubt be harmed. He would be used against her, and though she cared not for the poisonous words of beasts, she knew it will not be the same for the rest of the houses, who would seek to pull her down, just because she was a woman, just because she would be queen.
She looked at the lone midwife, who stared at her babe with wonder. She subconsciously pulled him in closer, knowing what must be done, but hating it, wishing she wouldn't have to all the same.
Harwin entered through the secret door, and Rhaenyra could see the object he carefully held on his hands. A chest small enough to hold her child. I chest that already held his dead replacement.
It was luck, or it was a curse, that both were born two days apart. One was born still, his breath long gone, and the other one was alive and well, but made to sleep with the incense made by the very woman often called witch, the woman, her midwife.
Ser Harwin's bastard sister, Alys Rivers, who just recently lost a babe of her own, it's body preserved in the chest, would gain a babe of royal Targaryen blood. Rhaenyra felt sick doing this, but it had to be done. To protect her son, sacrifices must be made.
She kissed him, hugged him tight. She thought she would be given a few hours rest, a few more hours with her son, but the gods-be-damned Alicent demanded she came with the babe as soon as she heard of it's birth.
Harwin had to gently pry him out of her hands, and slowly opened the chest. Oh, she couldn't hold in her tears. They were so similar, but she needed to remind herself that her son is still alive, just asleep. The boy, Alys' son, was cold, despite the blankets that wrapped around him.
She glared at Alys when Harwin gave her living precious son to her, while she was given a cold, dead child. She knew it wasn't fair to hate her, to curse her in her heart, but she can't help it. Her son will know Alys as his mother, he would call her so, and love her dearly. She will have everything she could have had, and it hurts, it burned her worse than any dragonfire would, to know her son would never know the truth, would be a stranger to her.
She cursed the gods for not giving him her hair, cursed them for this unfair fate. She cursed her father for forcing her to marry. She cursed her mother, for dying early. She cursed her dead brother, for taking her mother away. She cursed Otto for his schemes. She cursed Alicent, for betraying her and harming her and cutting her so deeply. She cursed. She cursed she cursed he cursed she cursed-
Because that's all she could do. For now, that was all she could do.
Soon she will be queen. Soon, she will have the power to deal with them all. But now, she needs to be an actress, better than those street performers, better than her lying, scheming old friend.
Because it won't just be an act. She will mourn, she will mourn and sob and wail, for her son is no longer with her. She will growl at those who dare touch her dead "son", she will only trust her Maester Gerardys with his body, she will do everything she would have done had she lost him, because in a way, she did lose him to a stranger.
She looked at Alys again, as she softly touched his sweet soft cheeks, as she looked at him with what could only be love, and her hatred for her lessened. At least her son will be free from the madness taking over her home. At least he will be loved and treasured.
She looked away when they placed her precious son in the chest, as Harwin prepared to leave through the secret passage ways, and soon, he, Alys and her son will leave King's Landing and journey to Harrenhal, where her son will live.
"Lucerys."
Harwin and Alys turned to her.
"His name...was decided to be Lucerys. If you rename him....let it be close to this."
Let a part of me be close to him. Let him have something from me that could never be taken away.
Harwin nodded, and left.
She painfully stood with the help of Alys, and carried the dead babe, swaddled in what would have been Lucerys' blankets. Slowly, painfully, she began to cry. As she walked through the halls leading to the throne room, the nobles watch, aghast when they learned that she was ordered to present her dead son to the queen.
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In case you didn't know, the Stranger is what the Seven call the god of the dead, just so you could understand the pun.
So, thoughts? Violent reactions?
ong pls continue this I'm begging π§π§π§π§π§π§π§
Plaguing my fucking nightmares fr
I can't get this out of my mind so here you go
Telling COD men they have a slutty waist
Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Graves, Konig
TW/CW: Written as Platonic but can be seen as romantic i guess? NSFW talk, sexual implications, wounds guns and bullets are mentioned
Ghost
"You have a slutty waist" Ghost paused what he was doing as soon as the words left your mouth,"What?" He looks over to you, his mask covering the frown on his face. "Your waist. Its slutty. Very grabbable.." A scoff leaves his lips as he turns back to what he was doing before electing to ignore you.
Price
"Captain with all due respect... you have a slutty waist" You were in the middle of a mission and he had gotten shot, having to strip down for you to take care of his wound. "Private with all due respect hurry up and keep it in your pants." Smirking you replied,"Could I keep it in yours?" ..."Bloody hell."
Soap
You walked in on him lifting weights one day, he was wearing a tanktop and sweats having just gotten done with a workout. "Damn McTavish, didn't know you had such a slutty waist." Shaking his head, he lifted his shirt up exposing his abs,"Mate what?" You walked up behind him, turning him to the mirror on the wall while placing your hands on his sides. "Slutty." You stared at him, eyes trained on his torso. "I- A'right get yer hand off me," He barked, turning his head away. (you made him blush)
Gaz
"Pssst, anyone ever tell you about your slutty waist?" He looked up at you from his spot on the couch, giving you a concerned and grossed look, "You didn't just say that." A smile formed on your lips as you nodded. He let out a sigh, disappointment evident, and turned back around to his book.
Alejandro
You had just gotten to Las Almas, and at your first look at Alejandro you scanned over his body, "oh.." a small breath left you, gaining the man's attention, "you alright, my friend?" his eyes scanning over your face, "Not to be rude or anything but uh... your waist is slutty." He raised one of his eyebrows, "Oh? Perhaps you'd like to see it bare later tonight then?"
Graves
He was wearing his blue collared shirt and jeans. You smiled, eyes raking over him, a small blush taking over your cheeks. "You okay, kid?" You nod, meeting his eyes, "Yea, you just..." He steps closer to you, "I just what?" You reached out slowly, your fingertips grazing his shirt before your hands press against his sides gently, "I like your... slutty little waist." A sigh leaves his lips, as he places his hands on your arms, "You would say that..."
Konig
He was just minding his business as usual, cleaning his gun, when you walked in. "Konig, can I tell you something?" He looked up at you and nodded, "Of course." "You have a slutty little waist." He was so glad he had his hood on, if you could see how red his face was he'd be done for. "Ach du lieber Gott...Schatz, you cannot say that..."
*Ach du lieber Gott...Schatz = Oh my God... Darling
Now see here this is why alejandro is my favorite, he's a slut and not at all afraid to be proud of it
I will fucking curse otto hightower for the rest of my life. WE COUDVE HAD A REUNION GODDAMN IT
Being bred is disgusting π€π€π€. Breeding on the other hand, now that shit hits different. Specially if the person you're breeding is bigger than you. Prime example would be Konig. He's a precious baby therefore he should get a baby of his own. (Play along imagine if men could carry babes π€.) He's babbling already, the poor baby couldn't handle your cock pounding his bussy. His grip had even ripped the bedsheet, his face smushed against the pillow. He's literally fucking drooling bro chill. He's moaning pretty damn loud as well, little babbles of please and thank yous leaving his mouth.
"You gonna cum again pretty bear?" You leaned down while murmuring against his ear.
Konig could do nothing but scream out incoherently. He spurts all over the both of you, specks of cum painting his pretty lips.
#sarcastic king
KINNPORSCHE THE SERIES (2022)
I have a new obsession now
I wonder what they're talking about π€
These edits are literally my fucking lifeline
BRO THIS IS SO WELL EDITED WTF ITS AMAZING
OKAY IM BACK WITH LUCEMOND!!! BUT NOW WITH TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS AS THEIR THEME SONGS. HAHAHAHAHA IM EVIL AS FUCK.
Cardigan. That's it. Cardigan with lucemond.
~Sequin smile, black lipstick
Sensual politics
When you are young, they assume you know nothing~
This but Lucerys and Aemonds relationship, Rhaenyra pushes the fact the Lucerys isn't ready and he's making a mistake getting into a relationship with Aemond. Lucerys who defies his dearest mother for the first time ever and chooses to love and stay with the person he's hurt the most.
~But I knew you
Dancin' in your Levi's
Drunk under a streetlight, I
I knew you
Hand under my sweatshirt
Baby, kiss it better~
Aemond who's definitely toxic but still loves Lucerys in his own way. Aemond who manipulates Lucerys, he doesn't realize this at all btw. He doesn't realize that he's guilt tripping Lucerys into staying with him.
" After everything you've done, my eye, and your neglect. You'd still wish to deny me of you?" Aemond's voice is quiet, but the anger and resentment proves itself.
" Stay with me Lucerys, you wanted my forgiveness right? Let me love you, love me as well Lucerys." He's desperate now.
Lucerys who wants Aemond to forgive him, in the process he slowly believes that everything that Aemond demands is something that he should give wholeheartedly. Lucerys deludes himself into loving Aemond. He loves Aemond, because he needs to, because it's what's being asked of him.
Lucerys who slowly drifts away from his family, his sweet mother slowly accepting his relationship. His older brother who slowly loses connections with him. His step-father who continues to hate the prospect of his relationship with Aemond. Rhaena who tries her best to understand Luke, Baela who despises Aemond as much as her father. Lucerys who slowly looses connections with his family. The dinners they use to have on a daily basis became weekly, then monthly, then suddenly he's not included anymore. Lucerys who's only seeking Aemond now.
~But I knew you
Playing hide-and-seek and
Giving me your weekends, I
I knew you
Your heartbeat on the High Line
Once in 20 lifetimes, I
And when I felt like I was an old cardigan
Under someone's bed
You put me on and said I was your favorite~
Aemond who truly believes that Lucerys belongs to him, Lucerys needs to pay his debt, Lucerys needs to be with him. Lucerys who doesn't need anyone but him. He isolates Lucerys to his best, drives him away from the people who truly loves him. Drives Lucerys into himself, to love him, to complete him.
In his mind he's being reasonable, he would still let them see Lucerys, but no one, no one will ever love Lucerys as much as him. His love that's slowly suffocating Luke, he's enclosing him, his little bird. Lucerys should be protected, should be loved, should be owned, all by him, all by Aemond's love and possession.
~To kiss in cars and downtown bars
Was all we needed
You drew stars around my scars
But now I'm bleedin'~
threatening your boyfriend's life is lucemond coded ππ₯° dominant/menacing aemond is my favorite π₯Ί
I KNOW right anon (!) Haven't written much Lucemond lately (it's coming soon) but I'm obsessed with Dominant/Top/Threatening Aemond and power relationship/balance.
Your ask inspired me so what about random Lucemond thoughts I have, here's a list of ideas/prompts about how these boys' relationship would be (!) (Jealousy, fluff, smut) (Not necessarily canon compliant)
Dominance & Jealousy
Threatening others: Not a single day goes by were people are not fearing for their lives because they dared too look a bit *too* long at Lucerys Velaryon. Why risking their lives when a piercing eye could stab them a hundred times and watch them bleed without feeling a ounce of remorse. Aemond would observe anyone who would even try to glance at his frail boy - if staring back at them wasn't enough to scare them, he would use his words, and worse, his sword. He had to contain most of the time, either way he would have decapitated half his family already. But it was truly enjoyable for him to scare the absolute shit out of the common people because they stood a little bit too close to the brown haired boy. "I'll cut your tongue if you speak to him", "make sure not to stare to long, I know a lot about loosing an eye", "don't you think your head would look better rolling on the floor?". Lucerys belongs to one person, and Aemond makes sure everyone knows it.
Threatening Lucerys: Threats and treats are alike. What's a little treat if not menacing his boyfriend because he disobeyed his orders? Because Lucerys could be, intentionally or not, stubborn when he wanted, which both pleased and irritated Aemond. He would grab the boy's neck, not too hard, not too gently, just right enough to apply a pressure with his cold, thin fingers, that would scream in Lucerys ears "disobey again, talks to these girls or people, and you shall see". Most of the time Luke would obey, stare back at him, wriggle his tiny body, play with his curls to get his uncle attention. It would work, Aemond would tense, gaze at the boy for seconds that felt like hours. More than once Aemond would move abruptly toward Luke, scaring him, talks coldly, proudly, with that sneering expression. He would be delighted by Lucerys little jumps, the boy permanently living between fear and delight, unsure how far the threats, and treats, could go. The further could be insults, that sweet "bastard" slipping on Aemond's tongue, feeling like honey, sometimes even, the freezing sensation of a blade brushing his neck, hot cheeks, knowing any movement could draw blood that would send the one-eyed man over the edge, his nephew with him.
Fluff (sort of? It's Aemond type of fluff, it's more like 'nice' possessiveness)
Waist: Grabbing it, digging his hands and fingernails in, gripping at the clothes, wrapping his arms around it. Lucerys had that small, thin waist that deserved to be manhandled, by Aemond only of course. Hands firmly gripping at the boy, but always a hint to tender touch as he guided the tiny figure around the castle. Hands would rest on the waist in intimate moments.
Hair: If hands are on waist, then Aemond MUST bury his face, chin, cheeks, nose in Lucerys curly hair. They were made for his face, so soft. He would breath in it, sleep, caress them, play with the curls and pull on them to get that annoyed but adorable expression on Luke's face. He would grab an handful of it, roughly sometimes, in times of threats "Look at me." he would whisper, and Lucerys would obey, melting in his uncle's touch.
Kisses: Trailing down his face, reddened cheeks, neck. Nibbling, licking softly, noisy sometimes, just to make sure Luke was aware of them both by sound and sensation. Soft kisses on the forehead and he was cupping his cheeks, not so gently, he was holding the boy, because no one else had the right too. Then there was kisses on the lips. First, teasing, taunting, pausing just as they brushed so Luke would beg for more, for contact as mouths crashed onto each other, and despite fighting, Aemond would always have the upper hand. Licking the boy's lips with his tongue, pressing against them until, too lost, Luke would open and Aemond would eat everything that he could reach. His scent and taste would not leave his nephew for days, everything he would breath or ate tasted like him.
Hugs: Possessive. Bones crushing between the man's strong arms as he was holding the boy. Head against the leathered chest, accompanied by his hands, Luke's little body trapped in the embrace. Because it was falsely soft, hands running in his hair, nose humming his neck, it was meant for comfort, and as a message, "you are mine, and no one else."
Smut (hmmmMMMMM)
Dominant/Possessive Sex: It's one way, and not another. Aemond tops. There's many ways to do it. Aemond jerk-off their cocks together, or Luke does it, as he prefers. The man relaxes, watch the boy work them both to orgasm, so focused because he wants to be good for his uncle. Aemond fucks Lucerys senseless, with his fingers, not that he dislikes the boy fingering himself, but he does like to take control, take matters in his own hands, literally. So sometimes the boy rides him, sometimes he takes him from behind, ass in the air. Aemond enjoys clothed sex, he is clothed, the boy is naked: it's the noise against the leather, the cum on the fabric, the sweat running under his clothes and the burning sensation. When he can't bear it, he tears his clothes apart, harshly, threateningly, getting naked is a way to let Luke knows what is going to happen.
Control: Over every part of the boy's body. It's orders Luke likes most, and so does Aemond, "Touch yourself for me" as the boy furiously stroke his own cock for Aemond to see and enjoy, "don't touch yourself" and Luke melts, beg for release, but his uncle doesn't give him. "Cum", or "Don't you dare cumming", because a little bit of threat and violence always makes it better. Luke cries out, nods, begs, but obeys. When he can't, when he doesn't, he is punished hard, slaps or rough thrusts, orgasm denied, and he remembers why he obeys, or why sometimes he purposefully disobeys.
Dirty Talk: "Bastard", "Little Lord strong", "whorish boy". It makes Luke both annoyed and aroused, being degraded, insulted, taunted. Oh he wants to fight back so hard, so he tries sometimes. He knows his uncle likes a little fight, he would always lose, but if it's to make Aemond fuck him like a beast? It's also a little win.
Praises: Aemond is good, when he wants too. He likes dominating, he likes controlling, but he also likes giving his boy the best praises when he deserves because there's nothing in the world he would exchange for seeing Luke cum untouched as he is praised for taking his length so well.
High Valyrian: What more to say? Even if Luke struggles to understand half the words, fucking and dirty talking in valyrian IS a thing for them. So each nights Aemond teaches him new words, new orders, his voice in deep and guttural in valyrian, it makes Lucerys dizzy and even more obedient then he already is, he kneel for his dragon of an uncle, he would do everything for valyrian praises, and Aemond teaches him how to beg.
Outside: Sure does Aemond love some privacy, but what is more arousing for a possessive man, with nothing more to lose, than being caught buried so deep inside his boy that anyone who walked on that would have it imprinted in their mind harder than Aemond's cock in Luke's ass? So sometimes they go outside, sometimes in the training yard, sword fight is arousing, especially because Aemond always have the upper hand. It's on the floor, against the wall, he lift and carry the boy as he wishes.
Hope you enjoy the food Lucemond fans. β‘
He's so toxic and i love it π»π»π»π»
Rain, sweat, or tear abover the Shipbreaker Bay.
PLEASE PLEASE THIS IS ALL I EVER WANTED FOR EPISODE 10 πππππππ
Okay I'll take a break from lucemond, now we all know Konig right? Ofc we do we're all horny. Now most people would say that konig would like for you to sit on his face, eat your pussy out like there's no tomorrow. That's true and all but imagine vice versa. Konig being too shy to ask you and shit, you caught up to the hints though. Imagine him sitting on your face, heavy boy. He starts out shy ofc, but slowly he gets lost to pleasure from your tongue fucking his ass π»π». You'll probably get a broken neck from all this. But like isn't it worth it? π»π»π»π»
He'd probably whimper and groan while doing his best to not put any of his weight on you. We can't have that now, so pull him down, grip his thighs, grope his ass. Just pull him down on you and he'd probably cum untouched. He'd definitely panic after btw, he heard something crack and it was most definitely sumthin on your neck. Goodluck explaining to the medic how you broke your neck π»π»π».
IN AEMOND WE TRUST
OMYGHOD???????????? ITS SO π©π©π©π©π©
