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And the Romance is Tainted with Lust by orphan_account
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
16 May 2021
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More one shots of terrible, no good ideas!
Chapter 1: KyoSen, NonCon & BoyPussy, Rated E
Chapter 2: RenTan, NSFW Reversal!AU, Rated E
Chapter 3: KyoSen, CamBoy!Senjurou, Rated E
Chapter 4: RenTan, DubCon, Rated M
Chapter 5: RenTanSen, A/B/O Omega!Kyoujurou, Rated E
Chapter 6: KyoSen, Blowjobs/Fellatio, Rated E
Chapter 7: KyoSen, Going to the Sauna, Rated T
Chapter 8: RenTan, Spring Date, Rated G
Chapter 9: RenTan, A/B/O Wife!Tanjirou, Rated E
Chapter 10: RenTan, A/B/O Red Light District DubCon, Rated E
Chapter 11: KyoSen, Teacher/Student, Rated E
Chapter 12: KyoSen, Little Brother Fucking Older Brother, Rated E
Chapter 13: RenTanSen, Cheating/Double Penetration, Rated E
Chapter 14: KyoSen, kisses goodnight, Rated G
Chapter 15: KyoSen, a tense conversation/noncon implied, Rated M
Chapter 16: KyoSen, NonCon Sex, Rated E
Chapter 17: RenTan, maid!tanjirou, Rated T
Chapter 18: RenTan, NonCon/Boypussy, Rated E
Chapter 19: KyoSen, A Phone Call, Rated TSeries
- Part 2 of The Porn Collection
Bookmarked by pissangel
07 Apr 2021
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me (an idiot) to myself: idk i think i just like rentan a little better
this fic collection beating me over the head with chapter 3 repeatedly and with full force: think again bitch -
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Osamu is a good older brother and always has been. But when Atsumu steals his sweater after insisting at staying at Osamu's apartment for the night, he can only be held so responsible for how he reacts.
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Bookmarked by pissangel
11 Sep 2024
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Atsumu seems to pick up on his distress, big watery eyes gazing up at him before his head droops and he sniffles.
Osamu regains control of his body right when Atsumu freezes himself. He keeps petting through Atsumu’s hair, shushing him quietly. “It’s okay, you’re not in trouble, don’t worry so much.”
But Atsumu doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. After a moment he stutters out Osamu’s name, and the tips of his ears start turning pink. Osamu feels like he’s moving in slow motion, brain detached from his body as he looks down, following Atsumu’s wide gaze that’s fixated on Osamu’s obvious hardon.
He clears his throat, steps back quickly and lowers his hand. He doesn’t say anything immediately, doesn’t really know what to say, but Atsumu ends up beating him to it. “If that’s what will make it up to ya.”
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“Ya wanna make it up to Nii-san, right?”Atsumu lets out a breathy little yeah, just before he shifts, starts wiggling out of his boxers and kicking them to the floor. Osamu can’t stop staring at the hints of skin poking out from beneath the hem of the sweater, licks his lips at the glimpse of his brother’s little cock he gets.
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He won’t last long like this, not with his dick wrapped in Atsumu’s heat tightening around him like a vice, not with the debauched sight of his brother, not while watching his thick length spear in and out of his brother's tight ass. Certainly not with the thought that he’s Atsumu’s first, that if he has his way he’ll be Atsumu’s only, -
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It is a tradition of Valyria that every noble family give one of their children over to the priests to be raised in the temples and serve the gods. To be a priest or priestess is a position of honor, with each child raised in comfort, fed and clothed, learning duty and piety. They are revered in society, seen as the wisest and purest of all.
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09 Apr 2024
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Aemond smothers as Lucerys walks by, his plump arse still on display even in his rough wool robe. The boy wears his wreath of nightwood and goldenheart leaves as a king would a crown and his hips sway as he walks. He is more wanton than the bed slaves in Lys with his dewy eyes and plump lips, slender frame and endless legs.
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Aemond strokes his back, listening to the fire in the hearth and his love's quiet breathing.“I will miss you when you are away.”
“Hmm?” Aemond trails his fingers up and down Lucerys's spine. “What's that, pet?”
“I will miss you,” Lucerys repeats. Aemond can feel his long lashes fluttering against his skin. His voice is so soft Aemond can barely hear him. “I always miss you when you are in battle.”
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During the Dance of the Dragons, three misfortunes befell the family in quick succession: Lord Borros died fighting in Aegon II’s name, both Lady Elenda and her son died in the childbed, and Lady Cassandra inherited her father’s land and wedded Prince Aemond Targaryen.
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05 Jan 2024
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“Do not let Aegon take me,” Lucerys murmurs. “I cannot leave you. I cannot survive without you.”
Aemond nods against the back of Lucerys's neck, kissing the delicate skin there. “I will not let him touch you again. I promise you.”
Lucerys presses Aemond's palm to his belly and squeezes their fingers. “I wish to give you children,” he whispers. “I wish to be your wife."
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“You are mine,” Aemond says, more to himself than Lucerys. His finger presses against the spot and then he adds another, increasing the pressure and speed of his touch. “You will obey me as a wife would a husband. You will wear what I tell you to wear. You will do what I tell you to do. You will defer to my authority always. I will be your companion and caretaker but you must understand that I am always to be obeyed.”Lucerys nods, tears filling his eyes. His little hands play with his nipples as he writhes on the bed. “Oh, Aemond,” he says. “I will do anything you say. My uncle, my savior, my love, my husband.” Lucerys's voice cracks on the final word and he comes with a shudder, cock untouched, cum streaking over his belly and Aemond's hand.
Dragging his fingers through the mess, blood and spend and sweat, Aemond collects a small amount on his fingers and holds it to Lucerys's mouth. “Open,” Aemond orders. Lucerys does. When he's done licking Aemond's fingers clean, he moves to his husband's palm, lapping at the wound there.
“I wish I could live inside you,” Lucerys sighs. He's clutching Aemond's wrist as he kisses and sucks at the wound, drawing more blood to the surface. “I never want to be without you.”
“You never will be,” Aemond promises.
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Anywhere Where He Is by targenjoyer
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
29 Dec 2024
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In an attempt to strengthen family ties, King Viserys weds Aemond to Lucerys, altering the course of Westerosi history. A rewrite.
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Bookmarked by pissangel
11 Nov 2023
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its actually SO diabolical that theres a character and tag limit on bookmarks... I CAN'T CHOOSE!!! EVERY PART IS TOO GOOD!! 😭 i fear ill have to make a word doc atp o<-< the snyder cut of ao3 bookmarks
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Aegon snaps his fingers and points in Aemond’s direction. One of the whores pushes himself forward, crawling across the bed on all fours. He’s a young, slender thing, with thick dark curls and big brown eyes. Aemond knows immediately what Aegon is about. He frowns.The boy is all wrong.Just one moon past, House Velaryon sent the crown a pendant-sized portrait of Lucerys to accompany his generous dowry. Aemond had stared at in horrified silence for hours, memorizing the guileless dark eyes and bow-shaped lips, before hiding the portrait beneath a mountainous pile of books in his quarters.
This boy’s skin is too tan. His eyes are several shades too light. Even his teats are wrong, for they are the swelled, soft mounds of one who has given birth.
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“Do you truly believe I find joy in this?” Lucerys asks, an angry flush blooming on his cheeks.“I know that you do not,” Aemond allows, tilting his head. “Why should you be happy to look upon that which you have ruined? Messy work indeed, nephew.”
He spins Lucerys away from him, his cloak fanning about in a shining arc. Intricate blacks and reds and hand-embroidered dragon heraldry are displayed to the admiring eyes of their guests, and then Lucerys is back in his arms, panting.
“You are right,” Lucerys hisses, tilting his chin. His dark eyes bounce about Aemond’s features as if in search of something vital, and then harden abruptly. “I am not sorry. I shall never be sorry.”
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“Would you have me take you?” Aemond snaps.“Uncle, if you have any love left for me, you will–”
Aemond cups Lucerys’ neck. Lucerys sucks in a gasping breath. His blood, hot and warm, is tacky beneath Aemond’s fingertips.
“Make no mistake, Lucerys, there shall be no love,” He says, quietly. “Do you understand?”
Shuddering, Lucerys nods, his eyes fluttering closed. A tear trails down his cheek.
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“He is repulsed by me, Mother,” Luke sobs. That hurts, he realizes, suddenly and bitterly. The rejection is almost as horrible as everything else about this. “He said he hoped it would work, so we’d never have to try again. I am to be bound to someone who hates me for the rest of my life.”“Dry your tears, boy, and decide how you will make him love you,” Daemon says.
“Daemon,” Mother says, reproachfully. She scrubs at her eyes, and with one short sniffle, she is once again calm. “You should not say such a thing.”
“He’s disfigured because of me,” Luke protests.
“He’s a warrior because of you,” Daemon corrects.
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He sighs as Aemond begins a careful exploration of his body, rubbing arms prickled with gooseflesh, cupping the small teats with relish to massage them, his thumb flicking over the sensitive nipples, kneading rounded hips. Lucerys whimpers, hands rising to his face, but Aemond intercepts him with a kiss. Soft, panting breaths puff against his lips in the air between them.“Oh, sensitive here,” Aemond hums, earning a shaky nod. “You like it?”
Another nod. Aemond tuts.
“Answer me with words when I ask you a question,” Aemond says.
“I like it when you touch me there,” Lucerys whispers obediently. When Aemond hums his approval, Lucerys preens.
One day, Aemond thinks, he will see if Lucerys could come just from this.
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“Gone? Show me,” Aemond demands, and Lucerys laughs.Then, the horrible little creature toys at the collar of his robes and pulls them aside, exposing his pretty little breasts. Aemond admires them minutely, the prick of dusky pink nipples hardening in the sudden cool. Then he remembers himself.
“We are not alone,” Aemond hisses, tugging the fabric back up.