Helloooooo all, I’ve just reached 50 100 followers all within a week of having reached 50 so I'm very greatful and delighted!
Sooo, since this happened incredibly quick, I'm sort of recycling the prompt list that you can find under the cut.
I’ve come up with 20 prompts, I’ll either include the quote in the dialogue or just use it as a general idea, you can mix up to 3 prompts in the same request. Most of them will probably end up being at least a little suggestive or smutty so you've been warned.
There are also 5 wildcards, this means you may request literally anything you want for whatever character I write for with no word limit. Just gotta let me know you’re using a wildcard but other than that… go crazy aaa go stupid!
Characters I write for are:
Lyonel Baratheon - canon au, CBTY au, modern au
masterlist (CBTY au)
Maekar Targaryen - canon au, CBTY au (I have plans for him hehehe), modern au
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Baelor Targaryen - canon au, modern au (I haven’t posted what I’m working on for him yet but TRUST I’m writing for baelor break-my-back-spear)
Ormund Hightower - canon au: (IWNBE), modern au: (closer)
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Please specify which au you want me to write your request for, I want to keep these under 1k, so they'll probably be around 500-800 words.
I’ll be crossing out prompts here as requests come in and linking them as I go through them, please do take into account that sometimes my schedule varies and I may not get to your prompt immediately, but I WILL get to as many as I can in the coming days.
Prompt List:
Wildcard #1
1. “I was yours but you were never mine.”
2. “It only happened once...”
3. “I can’t do this anymore.”
4. “You’re a fucking coward.”
5. “I’ll do anything… please.”
Wildcard #2
6. “You are not who I thought you were.”
7. “Should I sit here and wait for eternity?”
8. “You’re bleeding”
9. “don’t you scare me like that ever again, you hear me?”
10. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Wildcard #3
11. “You’ve taken everything from me, and yet you want more?”
12. “You don’t know what you want, I do. I’m done.”
13. “This is the last time.”
14. “I can’t feel anything.”
15. “You’re staring."
Wildcard #4
16. "I didn't know I was into that"
17. "stop pretending you're shy"
18. “I never thought I'd be able to share that with anyone"
Rhaenyra could've so easily won the war unscathed with the amount of dragon rider sisters and daughters spawning off on fanfiction to marry those hightower hotties
+18 mdni, service submission (reader shaves ormund's chest), power imbalance, unprotected piv, clit stimulation, choking, pull out method, kissing, dirty talk, praise, mutual orgasm, ormund is kinda pervy and has a god complex, fem reader, only lightly edited, 0.9k words (guys I finally did it I wrote a fic under 1k i've been trying for months!!!)
ormund hightower loves his special handmaiden. you've got cool fingers and a delicate touch. he cherishes the time he gets with you.
so much, in fact, that he has you on a very strict schedule.
every night, right at evenfall, ormund calls upon you. he orders you to fill a basin with water for his chambers, and collect a straight razor in order to shave him.
he doesn't like the scratchiness of stubble. it chafes against his doublet and makes him feel unkempt.
you're not the first person to shave him, but ormund is certain you'll be the last. he could never find another who has such gentle hands. could never replace the feeling he gets in his chest when you settle into his lap and use linen to wet the broad expanse of his chest.
you always bring this bowl of salve that creates thick foam when rubbed against his skin. it smells sweet, like open air and sugarcane.
ormund lets you work your magic on him. doesn't say much or ask for more, because you're good at what you do.
you slide the sharp edge of the razor across his pectoral, cutting down the prickly stubble until he's smooth again.
the water basin turns milky white as you rinse the blade before going right back in to remove the hair.
his chambers are quiet, save for your breathing and his and the steady scrape of steel against skin. ormund watches you, admiring the way your lips are parted just enough he can taste your sigh.
everything about you draws him in; the arch of your brows, the shape of your mouth, the scent of you. you're temptation embodied.
and ormund—gods help him—he gives in every time.
his sock grows stiff as you continue your ministrations. and he knows you can feel it, because you give a sweet little smirk in response. barely there, but enough that he knows exactly what you're thinking.
you finish quickly. too quickly. you rinse the razor in the basin one final time, set it aside, and clean the remaining cream from his chest. when you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, you ask, "will that be all, my lord?"
of course ormund knows that, yes. that should be all. he should thank you kindly and send you on your way.
he doesn't.
instead, his hands find your hips in a practiced manner. "well, there is one more thing you could assist me with," he says. "if you're feeling…kindly."
you nod politely, smirk fully formed now. "anything, my lord," you whisper, voice all low and timid and sultry. "i'm yours to use."
his to use.
it makes him feel holy, like you're some sort of worshiper and he's your favorite diety. ormund feels drunk on your submission, cock throbbing in his breeches. "come, sweetling."
you shift closer, bringing one leg over his lap so you're stradddling him. you place your hands on his shoulders for balance, fingers gentle as they move up the curve of his neck to find his nape.
"lift your dress," he orders.
and you do, following his instruction without hesitation. the fabric bunches as you gather it, baring yourself to him. no smallclothes, but only he would know that.
ormund reaches beneath you to find your cunt, already slick. he lets out a breathy sigh when he feels your clit, pulsing beneath the pad of his finger. "such a needy thing," he mutters.
he leans back in his chair far enough to unlace his breeches and pull his cock out. you lift on instinct, eyes locked on his, and he slides the head of it through your syrupy folds before lining himself up at your opening.
you sink down onto him, and you both let out mirroring sounds of pleasure.
you're so tight and wet, it makes him shiver. the perfect woman for him. he thrusts his cock upwards, slowly at first. but you've done this dance so many times now, it doesnt take him long to find the perfect pace.
ormund fucks you deep. slow enough that you can feel every pulsing vein as he buries his cock inside of you. you make the prettiest noises, low gasps in his ear as he reaches parts of you untouched by another.
his pace is fevered, hurtling fast towards the precipice of release.
"touch yourself," ormund tells you.
you slip your hand beneath your dress to find your clit. he can feel you clench around him, velvety walls squeezing tight. he knows you're getting close when your balance sways, falling forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck.
ormund's quick to grab you, hand finding your neck to pull your attention back to him. "feels good, hm?"
you nod, brows pinched together, eyes wild and zealous. ormund's fingers curl around your throat, and your lips part on a wanton moan. "oh, gods. please, please—"
"give it to me," he orders. "there you go, that's it. you're doing so well for me."
he can feel a rush of release coat his cock, sliding down the base of him and dripping down his stones. ormund surges forward and crushes his mouth to yours for the very first time, swallowing up your moans and the taste of your tongue.
you whimper, and it takes everything in him not to finish inside at the sound alone.
ormund hurriedly pulls out of you, spilling his seed between your slick, sliding his cock through your folds to milk himself dry.
you both come down slowly, breathing in each other's air, coming back to earth, to oldtown, to his chambers.
when you're ready, you climb off of him and stand on trembling legs, righting your dress and squaring your shoulders. "i trust you've found some relaxation tonight, my lord."
ormund thinks relaxation is putting it lightly. euphoria, more like. but he simply nods, licks the taste of you off his lips, and says, "same time tomorrow."
yk guys I think a lot of ppl when arguing against the death penalty go for a like "people don't deserve death, etc" view and I get why ppl argue for that I rly do! but it doesn't matter. I don't trust the government to do it, I don't trust them to decide who should die, I don't trust them to determine who is mentally competent, I don't trust them to not be bigoted and discriminatory in their practices, I don't trust them to have the right people, I don't trust them to execute it in a humanitarian way. and I've had discussions with ppl who otherwise have similar viewpoints to me in many ways but can think of people they think deserve to die, and I think if abolishing the death penalty is like, a super important cause to u the same way it is to me, the argument u use shouldn't be "well these people deserve to live" (although in some cases I think yeah the death penalty is done to people who totally don't "deserve it") because that's so subjective, it should be "do you trust the government to do it?" like, do you trust the people who cant even fill potholes on your road to determine who should and should not live
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
I'm sure someone else has said this at some point already but now that the mad king play is coming out I've been thinking about this lately bc I'm also rereading the books
I feel like aerys ii and tywin's relationship is waaaaaay in the background but still a super important piece that influenced the outcome of robert's rebellion. like it didn't really start at harrenhal, it started with the fact that these men did not know how to navigate adult friendships without steffon lmaoooo
walk with me...
so we know aerys ii, tywin lannister and steffon baratheon (who was aerys's cousin) were a tight knit friend group since they were teens at least and they stayed close up until steffon died at sea
and sure you could say the targaryen madness was already overtaking aerys before then because he and tywin were not in super good terms, so much so that aerys accidentally sent steffon to his death to avoid marrying cersei to rhaegar
SOOO
I really believe steffon was the glue that held that friend group together and him dying just made it clear how little of a connection there really was between tywin and aerys
I feel like especially when you're a teenager it's very common to be friends with two people that are aware of each other bc they run in similar circles but aren't really friends
and you're like 'ohh these are my besties, imagine if we all hung out together, the three of us would be unstoppable' so you bring them together and this little squad is formed but it all really just depends on you! you're who they're there for!
and unbeknownst to you (or maybe you do realize it eventually) they only hang out if you're there, they don't make plans without you or if they do things are awkward, etc
anyway steffon's dad dies like a year or two before aerys becomes king so he's now lord of storm's end AND lord paramount of the stormlands, he has real duties now far away from the red keep and he can't be playing mediator everytime a small crack forms between aerys and tywin, and boy do cracks form after aerys chooses tywin as his hand
it was probably like 'well I guess I need people that aren't super old and that I can trust, steffon can't do it and you're my only other friend, besides you're good at crushing people that get too bold and I guess that's a good thing for a hand to have??? so let's do it??'
tywin probably accepted more bc of the proximity to power than bc he would be doing a friend a solid, we know he's a creature of convenience
so for years more and more things happen that sours the 'friendship', asd to it aerys's propensity for madness. until eventually he SUMMONS steffon all like 'his kid CANNOT marry my kid I do not want him any closer than he already is, you need to do something and get me a valyrian wife for rhaegar'
and steffon dies at sea
so now steffon's gone and aerys is getting more paranoid by the day, he probably was like 'uh well this makes no sense?? like why are you my hand? I don't even like you, I don't trust you and I can't remember why I used to or if I ever really did? and you and rhaegsr are trying to get rid of me!!!'
no steffon to placate him now, he died in a quest to do so, all that probably mattered to aerys by then was 'well steffon was on my side, it was 2 against 1 in this marriage thing but now he's gone and I'm still stuck with tywin's annoying ass?? also what if he killed steffon??? I wouldn't put it past him'
and then the tourney at harrenhal happens and in the aftermath the friendship is officially OVERRR
jaime is now bound to the kingsguard and tywin resigns as hand, probably starts plotting how he's gonna get back at aerys for taking away his precious heir
when robert kills rhaegar and tywin's army sacks the capital I feel like the brutality of it all is more about sticking it to aerys even though he's fucking dead
and as a extra prize, now his daughter is the queen, as she was always meant to be in his eyes
bro did not give a fuck about the rebellion, he only joined at the very end so he could fuck with aerys somehow
the thing about the You Don't Have To Hand It To The Pope situation that makes me really insane is the sheer number of people going "oh okay so now the pope is responsible for everything bad the catholic church has ever done? all of that is his fault?🙄🙄🙄" as if we're talking about some random schmuck with a rosary and not the world's #1 head catholic bitch in charge in his fancy little dipshit hat sitting on a throne made of pilfered riches and the bones of people who were killed for his god. like yeah actually that guy kind of does need to be held accountable for the past and present crimes of the organization he's in charge of actually. that's sort of what being the boss entails.
also here is a whole website that not only has a shit ton of adventures and such but lets you search for any item or npc or whatever and see their stats and info at your fingertips
the more i talk to extended family the more i learn that it was EXTREMELY obvious to all the adults around me as a child that something had gone horribly wrong and i needed professional help, but i guess there's some sort of prime directive thing where you can suggest to the kid's parents that the kid might need help but you can never ever ever let on to the kid that you can tell something is wrong. you just have to hold on to that until the kid becomes an adult who's able to say "so i think i experienced a lot of trauma when i was very little" and then you can say "yes, i know. i didn't know what happened but it was completely unmissable that something had." okay. thank you. that's very validating. but why did you leave me to suffer and keep feeling like there was no other explanation than that i was broken and going insane. would it really have been so bad to sit me down and go "i see you. i can't help much, but i can tell something happened and you're in a lot of pain. you deserve help and support. you're not going insane." or something. i don't know. my internal experience was mostly that i had suddenly become a bad child who couldn't seem to get anything right and was always being yelled at. maybe it would have helped if someone had said something.
