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Daeron yanked open the bottom drawer and shoved his hand to the back, forcing aside his own tunics and cloaks and smallclothes until his fingertips brushed over a soft, light thing tucked neatly into a corner. He pulled it free and sighed as he took it into both hands, letting it unfurl and feeling over the expensive softness of the fabric.
The last person to have worn this was Valarr himself, it had been taken when the prince's eye had been caught elsewhere and Daeron surrendered to a sudden, sentimental urge. He was glad for it now as he brought it to his face and breathed in, catching the barest scent of the other's skin still lingering on the fabric. It was nowhere near as good as having Valarr against him, but it was as much as he'd get for the foreseeable future.
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Baelor's mouth opened and closed, though his hold on Aerion's hip remained firm, his other hand stretched out and sliding up the other's thigh. "Stay a moment… you have nowhere to be, I'd wager?"
Aerion frowned, lip curling like he had the taste of a nasty little retort on his tongue. "Suppose I don't. You just seem awful eager to be rid of me most other times."
He knew what Aerion looked like when he was fishing for pity, and it stung to know he wasn't doing so when he said such a thing. It was an inarguable fact, and he'd long given up testing that.
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yield by ShipperTrash140109 for graverobber3791
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
23 Feb 2026
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"Do not mistake me for Aerys or Rhaegal," he muttered, voice strained with forced control, though Baelor could hear the metered exhale of his breath. "Do you hear me?"
Maekar's grip tightened, and Baelor felt his weight more acutely up the length of his spine as he bent nearer again, "do you hear me?" he asked once more, a mean edge to his voice- as if he were asking Baelor if he yielded with his sword knocked free of his hand and Maekar's knee shoving his gorget against his throat. The answer had been obvious then, as it was obvious now. Baelor had always evaded such an answer, enjoying the life and vicious spirit in his brother's eye; he evaded the answer now, though he had nothing to stare at besides the grain of the table.
Do you yield?
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Baelor swept a hand up Aerion's torso, feeling over the softness of his red gambeson before it parted for the thin, light chain beneath. Baelor frowned and scoffed, reaching down and under the gambeson to lift both it and the chainmail enough to see that the boy wore nothing between his pale skin and the mail. "Still don't know how to dress yourself? After all these years? You must be rubbed raw beneath it if you've been walking about in it all day."
"I don't mind it much, uncle… it reminds me of something," Aerion practically purred, leaning forth to reach a hand up, brushing over the coarseness of Baelor's beard; that did bring a curl of amusement to the older man's lips, though he doubted it was the entire truth of it.
* now featuring valarr/aerion dlc in chapter 2 *
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He made sure to avoid the bump on Aerion's head as he pet him, fingers grazing down the back of his skull and dragging through where he'd let his hair grow longer on the nape of his neck, almost long enough to twist around a finger. Aerion wasn't any more forthcoming, but his eyes had slid softly shut under Baelor's touch.
He'd not ever seen him like this- not even in the moments after they'd laid together, when Aerion always seemed so intent on wringing every moment of intimacy from him, no matter how hesitant Baelor always was to give any more than what was required in the heat of the moment. He could scarcely believe the boy curled between his knees was Aerion at all- that cruel, cold-eyed young man that had gotten them into this grisly situation in the first place.
Maekar had defanged him for the evening. Tomorrow he would wake spitting venom again, Baelor was sure.
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kcd rarepair week 2026 entries by ShipperTrash140109
Fandom Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
30 Jan 2026
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Worldly Bliss [ART] by wild_pale_yonder
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
05 Mar 2026
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A collection of NSFW artworks I have created for Kingdom Come: Deliverance I / II.
Tags and warnings will be updated as needed, please heed them.
Artwork specific content warnings will be listed again at the start of every 'chapter'.
Pairings will be included in chapter names.[!] This is not written work!
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- Part 1 of My NSFW KCD art
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30 Jan 2026
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'FORMER Erebus and Terror employees - STOLEN items? Moderated group, please read rules before asking to join.' by Drav93
Fandoms: The Terror (TV 2018)
31 Jul 2024
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Francis Crozier starts a strictly moderated Facebook group to tackle the issue of a local menace...
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- Part 1 of Terror Facebook Group
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13 Sep 2025
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let it all go by eggsyjpg for ShipperTrash140109
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
09 Jun 2025
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Sam breathes deeply before descending into the basement of the King Solomon. It’s become ritualistic to have to compose himself before seeing John. He can’t even remember when it started - if it was when he noticed the freckle that sat just below the collar of his pourpoint or the way he taps his fingers on the desk when he’s frustrated, maybe when he tilts his face to the sun with shut eyes as if to soak it all in while he could - but it was happening to him with no way to stop it.
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09 Jun 2025
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Henry lets the tent flap drop and turns to face him. “Do they know who I am?”
“Just an old friend.”
“Do they know I killed all of your other old friends because you asked me nicely?”
“No, Henry,” Gules says. “They don’t. And I’d like to keep it that way.”
With his lord in captivity and Istvan Toth's torture fresh in his memory, Henry finds himself running short on solace. A chance encounter on a rainy night allows him a reprieve from duty. As it happens, one sometimes hears the voice of God in unexpected places.
Set during the canon KCD 2 storyline; spoilers for the Via Argentum quest.
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- Part 3 of in toto corde meo
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20 May 2025
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devotion (in the shape of your teeth) by takupaku
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
17 Apr 2025
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Henry had clearly grown a taste for him – his mouth, his skin, all of him – ever since their first night together in Suchdol, though back then the graze of his teeth had been tentative and careful, almost shy, his lips and tongue otherwise gentle but nevertheless eager. Now he seemed all but rabid in his lust to brand him, but there was devotion in the bruises he kissed onto Hans' skin; a profound hunger to mark Hans as his.
The notion of being owned and shackled by anyone should have felt just as suffocating as the noose around his neck, but the thought of his body belonging to Henry – his page, his lover, his Lancelot – made Hans’ very soul soar with a desire so overwhelming he feared it was the fires of Hell that were coating the strings to his heart.
And yet for Henry he would gladly burn, be it by his own hand or God’s.
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22 Apr 2025