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ablobwhowrites · 1 year

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Brainrotting for yan! Welcome home cast with kissy [m/n] hnghnghgnhnghngh

Like the constant wearing of lipstick but never for looks or for beauty but rather for fun or just to mess around. [m/n] here making disgusting loud kissy noises for whoever unfortunate l̶u̶c̶k̶y̶ person he put his lips on hdhfksjfsuahdksjd

Bonus: the [m/n]'s lipstick are leaving a d̶o̶z̶e̶n̶ red marks on their faces

-𝐣𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

listen bro, if you goof around like this then you gotta be warned, wally needs them forehead goodnight kisses. Your legally obligated too definitely real

They run a tiny competition as to see who's the favorite, the more kisses or the more compliments of nice things said about them from you the more they think they are your favorite, and they sometimes get in a bit of fights but nothing physical just then being mad at eachother really

But you always find more lipstick on that you didn't order and your begining to think this prank for your shits in giggles will now have you have a shit ton of lipstick that cause you now have different colors of lipstick in your house

Eddie likes it cause it makes him feel special when you do it, even if it's on his cheek or forehead. First time you kissed his temple by surprise and he was looking to the side so you went for it and he froze and blushed for only half a hour

Julie and sally kinda caught you drawing with the lipstick on a window or mirror and then joined you even if you didn't give them a kiss they just like hanging out with you but frank kinda grabbed the lipstick and drew a proper sketch or drawing of a butterfly but then realized he just marked up his own window and got mad

Frank got a forehead kiss for you after he brought you a very nice sketch or painting of a butterfly (wally definitely didn't help him paint the portrait. Wally taught him how to a bit) and you gave him a little kiss on his head as a thank you

Poppy and Barnaby kinda knew what you where playing at when they saw red kiss marks on the other neighbors and you having red lips and poppy taught you how to put lipstick on properly cause you just put it on and accidentally smeared it when you tried to wipe it off

And wally knows a lot more colors than everyone so he likes to get lipstick from howdy if howdy has some and then looks at all the colors, his favorite is candy apple or Carmel apple red. Or just a rouge red

#yandere x male reader #x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male x male reader #yandere ideas #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x oc #yandere x darling #yandere welcome home x reader #yandere wally darling #yandere welcome home #welcome home x male reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home x y/n #welcome home x you #welcome home x oc

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icysab · 1 year

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jungwon boyfie hcs ✫彡

tags: fluff fluff fluff, gn reader (brief mentions of reader using makeup though? makeup =/ gender whatsoever but i js wanted to mention it)

wc: <100, short one td sorry :(

a/n: back for a bit with a mini post because the jungwon brainrot has been crazyyyy

- he’d take you stargazing on top of a hill late at night

- but instead of looking at the stars, he’d be looking at you the whole time

- “won, look! you can see orion, isn’t it so pretty?”

- “i think you’re prettier” AAAAHH tell me he wouldn’t.

- only calls you by a nickname, never really your real name

- he LOVES cheek kisses

- this is a well kept secret of his if you kiss him with some lip gloss/lipstick on his cheek and it leaves a bit of a mark he will have the most insane butterflies you have no idea

- he’s good friends with all of your friends and it’s crazy endearing

- his absolute favorite activity in the whole wide world is to go grocery shopping with you.

- it just feels so domestic and fluffy and he can’t help but smile to himself when he sees you get all cute trying so hard to decide what ice cream flavour you should get

- he really notices the small things

- like if you’re kind of down and the way you text us off :( he’d notice and ask if you were ok :((((( he’s so precious

- conversely though, a way he’d show intimacy is by allowing himself to rely on you for his needs

- if he had a really terrible, long day, he’d want nothing more than to collapse in bed with you in his arms

- he likes to play with your hair, if you’re ok with it

- he really, really likes to pinch your cheeks too

- he would buy you flowers :]

- specifically pink tulips or baby’s breath

- best boyfriend ever i love him

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kedsandtubesocks · 3 months

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baseball spring training started & I miss Gojo so here we are lol, this is dedicated to @stellamancer @seiwas & @vigilante-izuku for always supporting my baseball Gojo brainrot, love you babes

01: change-up.

baseball player!gojo x reader

The weather is gorgeous.

“A wonderful day for baseball,” the lady checking your bag into the stadium even grinned when she told you that.

You don’t know baseball. Didn’t even know spring training was a thing. Yet with the amount of fans in the smaller stadium, and the cluster of photographers and news reporters lining the media area, you could’ve sworn this is a regular game.

And it’s all because of one man, the same man you met at a coffee shop.

Satoru Gojo - born on December 7 1989.

Thankfully you didn’t have to stare at the wiki page for long because every sports outlet online happily was ready to tell you more about him.

He’s considered a once in a lifetime player. He hit a home run once where the ball busted out of the Tokyo Dome. He broke a pitching record his first season in Japan’s Major leagues. He has one of the highest batting averages a pitcher can have.

As a pitcher you learn he is known for his notorious changeup.

It’s a type of pitch that relies on deception, tricks a player into believing a fast pitch approaches only for the ball to change speed and throw off the batter. You can’t wrap your mind around a ball even being able to do that.

But you couldn’t help but think how it fits Gojo. This seemingly way too tall and annoyingly charming guy turns out to be an absolute mega star of an athlete doesn’t feel real.

Because now here you are at a baseball spring training game not even knowing a single clue about the sport.

Currently waiting for the game to start, you scroll through the ESPN page and accidentally press a video attached to his section. It starts up a recent interview of him at a talk show. The sigh of him in a sleek gorgeous deep navy suit that brings out his eyes has you memorized. Then hearing him talk, hearing him laugh through your phone breaks the spell.

You quickly scramble out of the article, click away all open tabs, even clear your history and wonder if you should maybe just leave.

He did beg you to come see him, but how would he even know if you came…

That’s when the team line ups are called.

In the 00 jersey, batting second and not pitching this game, the announcement of Satoru Gojo’s name makes the crowd erupt in a frenzy shocking you.

A kid behind you, with absolute adoration in his voice, excitedly tells his dad how amazing Gojo is and how this year their team had to make it to the championship because of him.

Your eyes zone in on the man constantly trying to pay for your coffee shop order.

He even paid the poor barista to make a messy baseball sugar cookie with a sad face on it as an apology for you.

Now he struts onto the field drawing all the attention to him, yours included. It’s unfair how handsome Gojo looks in the uniform that highlights his tall frame and broad shoulders. He also wears sleek sunglasses that block his eyes.

Once on the line with the rest of his teammates, Gojo wearing the most charming smile takes off his hat and nods his head ever so slightly to the reception given to him. His face turns to skim the crowd in front of him, smiling and waving at everyone.

That is until he spots you.

You feel caught red handed and your heart hammers inside your chest so rapidly.

Suddenly Gojo slides his sunglasses down and blatantly stares at you. You regret sitting so close in the arena because now his twinkling sky blue eyes refuse to let his gaze leave yours.

Then, with the most amused grin, he winks at you and slides his glasses back on.

You’re horrified, almost squawk, and think about walking to sit on the opposing team’s side. But it’s because of all the nasty butterflies trying to infest your stomach.

Whatever was on your face, whatever reaction you made, suddenly has Gojo laughing.

It’s a bright thing he tries covering up by coughing, but you saw it. Even his teammate standing beside him notices.

Even with gorgeous weather, the wonderful energy of the crowd so eager for the game to start… watching Gojo, finally taking in this new reality in, feels like something dangerous is starting to brew in your chest.

#I’m sorry if this is messy I just had to get this out it was infesting me 🫠#also hi hello first Gojo writing of 2024 ahhhhh #satoru gojo x reader #Gojo 🩵#Gojo x reader #baseball!gojo #long post #just in case

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valentine6athena · 10 months

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Dabi with a Witch s/o

This is my first time posting on here but I’m a witch and the burnt boi brainrot is REAL

CW: 18+ dom! Reader, sub! Character, witchcraft, love spells, 🍃, violence, curses/hexes, wax play, chastity cages, milking,

He’s so confused when you tell him you’re a witch 😭 he’s like ‘huh??? Like you mean your quirk??’ But once you explain it to him he doesn’t really care tbh.

Doesn’t understand why he’s so infatuated with you?? He honestly thinks you cast a love spell on him and you’re like ‘Nah hon, I’m just that good.’

Once y’all actually get together he’s at your beck and call, need something for a ritual? He’s already digging through your kitchen looking for it. Need to light a candle? He’s got a fire quirk for a reason. And if you accidentally spill some hot wax on his chest well then that’s just a bonus 🤷‍♀️

Shigaraki asks what that weird design sewed into his jacket is, he simply shrugs and replies ‘dunno, guess my s/o got bored.’ You overhear and decide that he doesn’t need to know that ‘weird design’ is a protection sigil to keep him safe during battle.

Is very confused when he finds a jar sealed with wax in his jacket pocket, so he looks up the ingredients that he can see inside and does not like the way his stomach fills with butterflies when he reads that they’re common ingredients in protection and good luck spells.

After constantly joking about it, you ask if you can actually put a love spell on him to strengthen yalls bond, he agrees because he honestly doesn’t expect it to affect him, not that he doesn’t believe in you or your abilities, but because he already loves you so much, he didn’t believe he could feel anymore love for you than he already did.

And plus he’s not gonna complain when you have him on his back, writhing under you as you you milk him for all he’s worth because you need his cum for the spell, he’s so fucked out after it that he can’t even remember you asking him in the first place.

So imagine his surprise when he suddenly can’t breathe when you’re not in the same room, when he needs you to function normally, he needs you to touch him, to look at him, to talk to him. He’s so needy and he’s so confused…until he sees a little jar sealed with red wax hung from a chain around your neck, right next to the key to his cock cage..

Is very confused when you hand him a drink after he’d been bitchy all day, it’s pretty, with a lime and orange slice floating in it, after taking a sip he visibly perks up before completely downing it all in one go, he looks at you with quirked brow and asks what your witchy ass cooked up this time, you look at him with a smirk and reply ‘just a lil thing I like to call my moody Judy potion.’ He looks at you with a dead stare before huffing and you catch a glimpse of a smile as he rolls his eyes and hugs you from behind.

He looks at you questioningly as you massage some kind of oil into your scalp and around your third eye, he asks you what it’s for, and you reply that it’s for easing nightmares before asking if he wants some, he says sure, cause hey, any excuse for a free head massage, and is pleasantly surprised when he sleeps like a log. He refuses to admit it, but that’s probably the best he’s slept in years.

Thinks it’s weird that you put lavender in your blunt before rolling it and taking a hit, so he leans over and puts his mouth over yours as you exhale the smoke. So yeah long story short, lavender is his favorite scent now cause it reminds him of you.

Is about to get on one knee when you offer to curse endeavor for him, and thinks you look unbelievably sexy sitting in the middle of his apartment, dressed in a skimpy outfit, surrounded by black and red candles, sprinkling dead bugs, nails, vinegar, and poisonous plants on to a picture of his asshole father, and is overjoyed when you ask him to do the honors of lighting the picture ablaze.

Thinks is so cool that you can fuck people up on the battlefield and spiritually

He’s low key scared of you 😭

Like he has watched you bash someones head in with a quartz tower he is not fucking around and finding out

And he witnessed first hand how hard endeavors PR team had to work after that lil curse. He has no doubt that you could kill him with a curse…or hell just one of your big ass crystals and a slingshot would do the trick.

He does love you though, and his fear of you low key makes him horny LMAO

Him helping you light candles and incense my heart-

Loves how you just straight up tell demons and entities to fuck off when you’re cleansing, he’s convinced you have no sense of fear.

He picks up pretty rocks and flowers he thinks you could use in spellwork

#my hero x reader #my hero academia #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #sub character #bnha x reader #witchcraft #witchy

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poetryandfluffycats · 3 months

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A Producers Reward

A/N: im sick so this is mainly just mugi brainrot. also first real time writing smut so cant promise it will be amazing

Pairing: Tsumugi Aoba x fem!producer reader

Warnings: NSFW, tipsy sex, oral sex(f receiving), penetrative sex, petnames(princess, baby, good girl), breeding kink, praise, light amount of teasing, very light spanking, semi-public sex(in a closet), mildly ooc Tsumugi(hes drunk soo), soft dom Tsumugi

Content: You attend the release party of a new album from Switch, the idol group you produce. A very tipsy Tsumugi finds you during the party, desperate to show you how much you mean to the unit.

Words: 2.2k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Voices boomed from throughout the party venue, which had been decorated with an abundance of green and white streamers and ribbons. This was what made your job as a producer worthwhile-witnessing your idol group, who had spent all their hard work and energy on their new album, be showered in praise at the release party. Seeing the bright smiles and looks of achievement on the members of Switchs faces made all the stress worth it.

You sat down on a sofa, swirling your wine as you watched Natsume make a speech up at the microphone. You could see Sora sitting down close to the microphone, staring up at his senpai with much admiration and respect. He looked adorable in his little suit-like a real cutie-and you couldn't help but feel a smile tug at your lips as you looked at the younger idol.

"Enjoying yourself, producer?" The couched dipped slightly as a familiar face came and sat down next to you.

"Ah, Tsumugi. Yes, its lovely" You took a sip of your wine. "I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves"

"Hmmm, yeah. Its all thanks to you, producer" Tsumugi hummed whilst taking a sip of his own drink, his eyes not leaving your form. "You put so much effort into our group"

You couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or Tsumugis gaze that was making your cheeks red and hot, and you were grateful for the dim lights of the room. "Its a team effort, really. I only play a small part in your success" You waved your hand dismissively, trying desperately to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

Tsumugi took another long sip of his wine, his intensive gaze washing over you again. A shiver ran down your spine. You'd never seen him look at anyone like that before, let alone you.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit" His tone suddenly dropped, a stark contrast to the cheerful one you were used to hearing. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he shuffled closer and your whole body tensed up.

"Tsumugi?"

"Switch would fall apart without you, (name)" His large veiny hand met your thigh, gently stroking the plush skin.

You bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress a soft moan from escaping your lips. The sensation of his fingers running up and down your inner thigh was enough to drive you crazy.

"You work so hard for us. You reward us so well, but who rewards you? Who takes care of you?" He cooed, his breath tickling your neck as he leaned in closer. His voice was full of lust, laced with the desire to take you right here on the sofa. It was as if the wine had released some carnal urge in the blue haired idol. "Don't you think you deserve a reward?"

"A reward?" It was getting hard to think coherent thoughts as Tsumugis slender fingers gazed over your clothed cunt. You could feel your wetness pooling inside your panties, soaking them.

"Yes, a reward" He placed a sloppy kiss to your neck, biting down softly. "Don't you want a reward, princess?"

The petname went straight to your core. There was no way you could resist him now.

"Please! Please Tsumugi, please reward me!" Your words came out as a rushed moan as he continued to rub up and down your soaked clothed cunt, a lustful smirk appearing on his face.

"Good girl"

With that, he pulled you up. His grip on your wrist was tight-nearly painful-as he dragged you through the party. The two of you received many strange glares and glances as you rushed through the crowd, probably due to the arousal you could feel dripping down your leg and Tsumugis painfully hard member straining his suit pants. You didn't care though. The only thing you cared about right now was Tsumugi.

"Ah!"

You gasped as you were thrown into a storage closet. Tsumugi very swiftly shut the door, clicking the lock into place. It was pitch black in the closet, the sound sounds being the muffled music from the party and your tiny whines and pants.

"Shhh, you have to be quiet baby" Tsumugi purred at you, one hand snaking around your waist to pull you close and the other being placed over your mouth silencing you. You couldn't see him in the darkness, but you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. "If you can be quiet, I'll make sure to fuck you real good, okay?"

You nodded desperately, tears beginning to prick the corners of your tears because of how desperate you were for his touch.

Tsumugi grinned and removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with his lips. He wasted no time brushing his tounge into your mouth, the bitter taste of red wine filling your taste buds. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, his movements were almost animalistic as he devoured your mouth.

His hands began to roam across your body, sitting comfortably on your ass. You groaned into his mouth and arched your back as he kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh through your skirt, giving it a light spank.

"Such a sluty little outfit, such easy access for me" Tsumugi murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of sailva drooling down his chin. Delivering another soft spank to your ass, he chuckled slightly. "Just begging to be fucked"

"P-please, need my reward..." You muttered, reaching for his belt. He slapped your hand away, causing you to whine and pout.

"Ah, Ah, Ah. You need to be patient, baby" He tutted, sliding his fingers down the waistband of your skirt.

In one swift motion, he pulled down the garment and got down on his knees. He buried his nose into the warmth of your panties, breathing in deeply.

"You smell so good" He cooed, lapping up the wetness that was dripping from out the lace. A sinful moan escaped your lips as his tounge slid over your clothed clit. Your legs felt as if they were turning to jelly. "Tastes good too"

He quickly ripped the thin layer of lace off your body and discarded them on the floor beside him. You didn't even have time to be embarrassed of your nakedness before the idol buried his mouth onto your clit, sucking it harshly.

"Fucking hell" You cried out, your hips bucking at the contact. You could feel his grin as he continued to suck and lick your sensitive bud. The sensation was enough to drive you crazy.

Suddenly, he pushed his middle and index fingers inside your sopping cunt. He trusted them deep, scissoring them and hitting all the sweet spots inside of you. He began to niddle softly on your clit, flicking his tounge up and down. Your legs shook as you grinded your pussy against his face like a dog in heat, desperately chasing your orgasm.

"M-mugi~ close-Ah!" You whined as he increased the speed of his fingers, smirking against your clit as he silently added a third digit. You were a complete mess. Sweat was dripping down your face and thighs, mixing with the juices down your leg. Your body trembled and shook violently.

"Cum for me, princess"

With one final flick of his tounge, the knot in your stomach snapped. You threw your head back and arched your back, screaming out Tsumugis name. White clouded your vision and you swore you saw stars as he continued to fingerfuck you through your high, your walls clamping down against the digits.

"Such a pretty girl" He retracted his fingers from your hole, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth, licking off the slick and allowing some of it to drip down his chin. "You're so good for me, (name)"

He stood up, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. The mixture of the taste of your own jucies and the red wine was intoxicating in your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach for his belt again, trying to undo it. Your movements were clumsy, long gone any of your previous patience.

"Need you...need your cock now" You whined into the kiss as Tsumugi moved his lips down onto your neck. He sucked and sunk his teeth hard into the skin, no doubt leaving countless hickies and burises.

"I know baby, I know" Tsumugi cooed, licking the pluse of your neck. "I'll give it to you, don't worry. Gonna stuff that pretty little hole of yours and breed you nice and good"

"Breed me!~ Need it so bad!" Any shred of dignity you once had had disappeared, leaving you a horny mess. You tugged harshly at his belt, causing the idol to chuckle and swat your hand away again.

"So needy for me, aren't you princess?~" Tsumugi purred, finally helping you undo his belt and letting his trousers fall to the floor. The outline of his bulge was more visible through his boxers. The sight made you clench around nothing.

He pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free and hitting his lower stomach. You couldn't see such in the darkness of the closet, but you could tell he was big, a very prominent vein going up the shaft. A small puddle of precum was gathered on the tip, leaking down.

You didn't have much time to admire though, as Tsumugi quickly grabbed your waist and slammed you up against the wall, using his own hips to sandwich you between him and the cold brick.

"F-fuck, Mugi!" You cried out as he rutted his throbbing length up and down your folds, coating it in your slick.

"So wet for me" He purred against your ear, nibbling the shell of it. "Do you want it inside?~"

"Please! I need your cock!"

He lined his tip up with your entrance, pushing it in agonisingly slow and drawing out a low moan from your lips.

"G-god, you're so fucking tight baby" Tsumugi hissed into your ear as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. Burying your face into his shoulder, you chanted his name like a prayer as he stretched you out. It burned slightly, but it was the best pain you'd ever experienced.

"So big-Ah!" You babbled, digging your nails into Tsumugis shirt and holding on for dear life. He bottomed out inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix and his balls flush against your skin. You felt so full.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. "Can I move, princess?" He muttered, hot breath tickling the side of your face.

You nodded frantically, "Please!~"

That was all the prompting he needed. In a swift motion, he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting back in brutally and bottoming out again. He set a rough pace, the sound of his balls slapping your skin filling the room along with the squelched noises of your hole.

"Such a good girl, t-taking me so well" He praised you, peppering kisses across your face. "So beautiful"

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a straggled moan as Tsumugi hit that sweet spot inside you. You clawed at his back, the pleasure taking over your mind.

"Yeah? Right there?~" The blue haired idol teased, angling his hips to continue abusing your g-spot. Tears pooled in your eyes, you had never felt this good before. "You like that baby?"

"Yes! G-god, love it s-so much!" You groaned, pulling him in for another heated kiss. You could feel the knot in your stomach threatening to snap again. "Needa cum!"

"Gonna cum for me princess? Gonna milk my cock dry?" Tsumugi's thrusts were becoming more uneven and messy, he was close too. "F-fuck, you drive me crazy. Wanna fuck you every chance I get. Fuck you round with my kids. You want that baby? You want my cum?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Wanna be a mommy, wanna carry your babies!"

With one practically hard thrust, the knot in your stomach snapped for the second time that night. Your whole body spasmed, vision going blurry and your walls clenching and milking Tsumugis length. A loud moan ripped from your throat and you were sure everyone outside could hear you.

"Fuck, (name)!" Tsumugi came not long after you, coating your walls white and filling you to the brim with his cum. He continued to slowly rock his hips against yours as you both rode out your highs, panting heavily.

The two of you stayed in that position for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying eachothers warmth. You felt his member soften inside you.

"Are you alright?" Tsumugi broke the silence, gently pulling out of you and helping you to the floor, sitting down in front of you. "That wasn't too rough?"

You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder, "No, it was amazing. You were amazing"

"Good, I'm glad" He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing circles on your back. "Do you wanna go back out there?"

"Hm, can we stay like this for a bit longer? My legs are sore"

"Yeah, of course, princess"

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars oneshot #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #oneshot #tsumugi aoba x reader #tsumugi aoba #switch enstars #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Petals (Roy!Sibling x Connor Roy)

Character/s: Connor, Shiv, Roman, Logan, Willa, Marcia

Word Count: 1,315

Requested: hello! is it okay if i request more roy baby sibling and connor? i’d like to see them asking connor to dance at shiv’s wedding (or maybe even at his wedding?)! thank you :) - anon

Requested: your younger roy sibling hcs have been rotting my brain recently and now im imagining 8 year old them making a drawing for connor's birthday that is them holding hands with big hearts and "wish you were my daddy" written in big kid letters (probably with spelling mistakes) and connor just like. sobbing when he reads it. i feel like hed be such a big father role to a significantly younger sibling (i personally imagine them and roman having a around 10 year gap, so thats probably like ~35 years of different between them and connor). and we all know what a shitty dad logan is/was, so i can see younger sibling calling connor after some big fight with logan and crying while begging him to pick them up and let them live with him and it breaks his heart cause logan would never let it happen and he tried but couldnt protect ken and shiv and rome and he just wishes he could at least protect his baby sib but he just cant and it kills him. anyway happy thursday thought haha roy family brainrot - @fromirkwood

Inspired By: Petals on the Moon by Wasia Project

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: I know the second one wasn't exactly a request, but I couldn't get it out of my head!!! Big Bro Connor is my absolute favorite!! I hope this doesn't rot in your brain too long my love lol. I just couldn't get it out of my head, especially when it was combined with the other request!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Time is a thief, at least that’s what he thinks when he looks at you, spinning with your sister on the dance floor. Your smile is so bright, so wide, your cheeks flushed. You drank too much, no doubt it was Roman refilling your glass without your notice. The song picks up speed, picks up in joy, and you break out into laughter, you and Shivy. It’s as if you’re in your own world and only she’s in it. You spin and jump and sing along, your niece and nephew beside you and the bride. He hasn’t seen you this electric, this alive, so much like your old self, in weeks. Connor considered himself lucky to be able to watch, to bear witness. Just moments ago you were a baby, doodling with your thick crayons, mistakenly calling him Dad instead of Logan. Only recently had he learned that's who he was in your phone, Dad, that Logan was simply Logan. Years pass, but so little changes. He still had all your fathers day cards stashed away, hidden before your real father caught what you were doing. Stick figures, one tall, one small, hand in hand surrounded by flowers and butterflies and other bugs. Happy Fathers Day Connor. Your uppercase letters always slanted, crooked, his name spelled with one N instead of two. It wasn’t long until his figure started sprouting gray hair, graying far earlier than anyone else in the family, and yours grew taller every year. Connor feared you might have forgotten about him, that you were getting too old to need your eldest brother like your siblings had, but you proved him wrong after that night.

You hadn’t even wanted to go to the wedding. It was so bad. Whatever was said and done remained a mystery. You wouldn’t tell him, tell anyone, just that it was bad. He’d gone with Willa to pick something out for you, knowing you left the house with nothing. You refused to try it on, to come out of the spare bedroom. It wasn’t until the day before when they were getting ready to leave, accepting that there was no way you were going, did you come out with your outfit packed. You weren’t going to miss Shiv's big day because of him, you declared, and it was settled. He couldn’t contain his excitement, grinning from ear to ear. Letting her down, letting him down, just because of your old man, it seemed like a cruel punishment. You sat beside him in the plane, his hand on your knee, trying to disregard the dread in your chest. They’d all heard about your big blow out, they all wanted to know, going to Connor first instead of you. You were the closest, you told him everything. When he had nothing to say, when all he could offer was a warning, it said something, something more than he was expecting: whatever happened got to you. It genuinely hurt you. They imagined the worst, unsure of what to do. He was at a loss, too. Your father could say and do as he pleased, you’d always been the best at ignoring him, especially when he was in one of his moods, but this time? This time was different. It stung more than all of the other fights you’d had with him, and there were some memorable ones. Never had you yelled back like that, never had you stormed out in a fury, never had you sobbed to your brother like that on the phone. This wasn’t the kind of thing that would go away on its own. It wouldn’t heal with time.

He could almost forget the crack in your voice as he watched you now. That sad, crying child looked so different from the young adult on the dance floor. Eventually you came over to him, asking him to dance. As if on cue, a slower song came on. This was far different than the last time you danced together. You stood on his shoes, swaying, giggling that high pitched giggle, the one that made his heart melt. You were so little then, so tiny, he was scared to let go. Now you swayed on your own, your arms around him as if you’re scared he’ll flee, your face buried into his chest. Thank you for letting me stay with you. It came out mumbled, muffled, but he understood. Anytime, kiddo. You’re a pleasure to have. Your eyes were big when you looked up at him, as if trying to decipher if he was telling the truth or not. His smile, so reassuring, told you he meant it. I’m sorry about Pops. you shook your head, not wanting to hear his name, not wanting your brother to carry the guilt for him. If he was going to apologize you were going to hear it from him. Not anyone else. Connor spent the entire night putting distance between the two of you, becoming your human shield. Logan, it seemed, had completely forgotten about the whole ordeal, kissing Shiv, saying hello to your brothers, like nothing was amiss. They each shared a glance, all looking to Connor for help, for guidance, just like they had when they were little. He knew what he had to do. How bad was it, kiddo? He asks. Bad. It’s all you can say without upsetting yourself all over again.

He called you his greatest failure. Spineless. A mistake. You don’t remember how it started, only that you were bleeding out on the floor before him and he refused to put the knife down. A plague to the Roy name, a curse, a bad seed. You never should have been born. A loser. Incompetent. He’s not sure where you came from, but you are certainly not his. You should be smarter, work harder, but instead you are nothing, you are nobody. No one has ever or will ever love you. It hits you so hard, so forcefully, it knocks the wind out of you. He means it, he means every word, but especially that. That’s what kills you, that’s what makes the tears slip down your cheeks. That’s not true, you try to spit back, but he’s not listening and you’re crying, and you’re proving him right. He keeps talking. You can’t hear it, though. You’re gone. You’ve retreated into yourself, so far back he cannot possibly get you. You stand there, unmoving, as he gets in your face. No one has or will ever love you. No one has or will ever love you. It plays on loop, again and again until you cannot breathe. Finally you back away, you run from him, slamming each door behind you. Marcia calls out to you, hearing what went down, but nothing can stop you. Through the busy sidewalks, sobbing uncontrollably, you call him. You can’t repeat what he said, you still can’t. You know that would make him furious, all of them, and it is not their burden to carry. A quiet fear has settled in the back of your mind: what if he’s right?

If he knew, if Connor knew, he would have killed his father. No one said that to his baby, no one ever dared talk to you that way. But he doesn’t, and he never will. You have vowed to yourself that neither him nor your other siblings will know, for fear that they might agree with him. That they’ll show you he’s right. Instead they watch you carefully, ready to intervene should that be necessary. You hold on to him tight long after the song ends, not wanting to let go, to be alone with Logan's words. Connor doesn’t mind at all. He’s his happiest when his siblings need him, when you need him. He’ll always be there to rescue you. Always. It’s his job, you’re his greatest love. You all are.

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lullaebies · 8 months

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Helaegon prompt: once Helaena told Aegon how she would love to visit the city and walk on the streets, try some street foods and cheap wines one day. So on her nameday Aegon took her for a city walk, he made sure she taste all the street foods and wines, after roaming the whole city they went to dragon pit, took their dragons and went for a ride. Then they had their first kiss, it was a full moon night, while kissing they both were on there dragons, before kissing they had some conversation like BRAIME where Aegon said something like "I've never kissed anyone on a dragon before" then Helaena said something like "I've never kissed anyone before" then they kissed

I know it might be kinda corny but the brainrot is so real that i can't help 🙈

did i stay up till five am to write this? yes. do i regret it? no. you asked for corny and i DELIVER! very soft cute helaegon is due. i had to make some concessions to make things make sense, but i stuck to most of the prompt <3 it's over 2k, so def my longest req so far!

The city is splayed before her in a way like never before.

Helaena follows Aegon through the twisting alleyways and the loud streets. The sun is setting with an unignorable glow down the road, the vivid orange rays warming up even the shadows of the buildings. She would have assumed that most people would start making their way to their homes now, but it seems as if the streets are only growing more crowded.

She doesn’t quite understand how Aegon manages to find his path between the people so easily, evading them and walking between them confidently and swiftly. He skips on nimble feet as if he’s mouse ready to sprint away. Don’t mention that to him, she thinks to herself. He didn’t like that one time she compared him to skipper butterfly, and those she thinks are quite pretty too.

The fact he complied with her wish to see the city on her nameday at all has her surprised; she doesn’t want to quite ruin it.

This is the first time she sees the different vendors that are offered. They ran past the fruit and vegetable markets when they went down Aegon’s High Hill, and her legs still feel giddy at the feeling of running down to the city’s horizon instead of only seeing it from afar, but now her mouth waters at the smell of the street food.

To her side she sees a man and lady together operating a moveable oven, sitting on a carriage. “Hot pies, hot pies!” the man shouts to the street, and she cannot help but laugh. She has never seen such a thing before.

Aegon looks back at her, already a few steps away. “What are you ogling there?” he yells towards her, as if they are both not doing something forbidden, in cloaks that hide who they are. Helaena snaps her head back, and rushes by his side.

“They are making pies in an oven that moves,” she tells him, the smile not quite overwritten from her face.

Aegon snorts. “They do,” he says. “But before your cheeks grow too warm at the sight, those do taste rather dusty.”

She pouts at him and his dismissive smirk. She almost thinks him more so lazy to not take her to try; a part of her thinks she should just scurry closer on her own, but then he takes her hand, and starts whirling her towards another stand, where another merchant stands.

“If you want nameday pastries we can go to the Street of Flour,” he says, when the sizzling of ham and sausage reaches her ears before the scent reaches her nose. “But you’d be better off trying something new on your nameday, sweet sister.”

Aegon tosses the merchant a few silver coins, and with few words the man gives them not only meat but also mead. The meat is on skewers, each piece a different meat with some burnt tomatoes in between, and she looks at it sheepishly while her brother wolfs down his part of the meal easily. She follows his steps, and takes a daring bite.

The herbs used in the seasoning burn at her tongue, mouth falling open. Aegon laughs when he brings his hand to bring her jaw back to its place. “Wash it down,” he tells her, lifting up his cup of mead as a hint. Helaena licks her lips, and brings her cup up to look at it. The orange of the sunset spills into the beverage, in a way reflecting like thick honey in its glass. It doesn’t look bad.

She hums, and decidedly clanks her cup against his, giving a timid smile. Aegon seems receptive to implicit suggestion, grinning. He downs it as easily as he did his skewer, while she’s in for another surprise. There’s a mildness of honey to it, but more than all, the drink makes her throat feel fuzzy upon first sip.

Helaena finds that she doesn’t hate it. She takes another sip, and decides she even likes it. She asks for some more after she finishes.; Aegon ends up buying the cup off of the merchant, letting her walk with it further down the street.

When the sun decides it toiled enough for the day, and the darker night sets in, they stumble closer together. Aegon is surprised when she holds onto his arm, but the many people around them have her slightly unnerved, and there is clamour all around them. She feels slightly fuzzy, though all the same content.

There are celebrations all around them and the bards’ tunes are heard loudly from the taverns scattered around them. Street performers breathe fires and make puppets on a string dance, garnering audiences that erupted in laughter every once in a while.

They all look so happy.

Helaena looks up at Aegon. He shouts in excitement at some of the performers who dance with the fires at hand, his face at ease she finds nostalgic. His voice is gritty in a sense that is almost grating, and a part of her wants to take her revenge from before and bring his mouth to a close too, but ends up only grazing her fingers against his cheek.

His head turns to her in curiosity, and she watches him with her own interest plain on her face. Their impending wedding comes back to mind; her nerves wouldn’t allow her to think of it often, but her mind slips away to it easily now.

“Happy nameday, princess!” Sudden roars from the nearby tavern come along, and Helaena is spooked beyond belief, bending completely into Aegon’s chest. Her hood falls off and she looks around her; how would they know. Aegon keeps her firm from falling, and looks at her with his positively all-knowing grin once more.

“Don’t frown,” he says, pinching her cheek with slight care. “They are celebrating in your name, you know.”

Helaena blinks at him, the purse of her lips still evident. “In my name?”

“They’ll take any reason to celebrate. For them we’re good enough as any,” he says, and raises playful eyebrows at her. “I thought you’d like that. When did you grow picky? You should celebrate with them.”

You look so happy, she thinks, and she isn’t sure what is this swelling feeling of piercing warmth that surges within her. Like a gap in her heart that only now became evident. She stabilises herself in his hands, too prideful to admit as much, but able to admit the facts. “I’m already celebrating with you.”

That makes him grow quiet, his grip on his arm growing looser, more cautious. Perhaps even alarmed. She feels stuck in time until another intervention outside comes forth.

“...Princess?” A goldcloak calls, slightly far ahead. Ser Luthor Largent, Helaena recalls; he’s the captain of the barracks in the Tower of the Hand. He squints his eyes at her as he draws closer. “Princess Helaena?”

Aegon takes one quick look at him, and grabs her wrist, and starts running. The hood of his cloak falls off too, and suddenly both of their silver locks are out in the air. Helaena grabs the skirts of her dress and starts to match his pace, and the sound of Ser Luthor’s armor clanking behind them as he tries to run after them is suddenly exciting.

He calls them, but Aegon laughs over the man’s yells, and so does she. When they finally lose him between the upwards twisted alleys, they are on Rhaenys’s hill, a long walk away from the beaten path back to the Keep. The chill on the night that is creeping upon them starts to be felt. Mother will surely know they’ve been gone now that a goldcloak recognized them. It would be wise to end the night here, sneak into the keep and feign innocence, but Helaena has her mind set on where she wants to go.

The dragonpit.

“Where are you dragging me?” Aegon asks panting when she starts going up the hill, hand capturing his and forcing him to come along. He complies almost too easily.

“To celebrate my nameday,” she chuckles into the cold air.

She manages to convince the dragonkeepers to allow her to see Dreamfyre; for her nameday,after all. Dreamfyre also makes a compelling case, when she roars in agreement from the depths of pits. Aegon says hello to Sunfyre briefly, promising the golden dragon he’ll come to him in another morning, when the sun is up.

Aegon watches her prepare to get on Dreamfyre, however, leaning against a stone wall. “To think the first time I take you out of the Keep, you leave me drunk and abandoned,” he says half-heartedly. “Perhaps Mother would be as disappointed in you as she will be with me.”

Helaena shakes her head at him, a gummy smile on her face. “Not likely, I’d think,” she says, and comes to take him by the hand. “I told you, I am celebrating with you.”

“Huh?” he asks, and he doesn’t realize, until Dreamfyre heeds her wishes just as he heeded her too, and cranes her neck so they can both come atop her. It’s her turn to chuckle, when it dawns on him, and he mumbles like a child, unsure.

“Hel, we’re both rather drunk—”

“Dreamfyre’s big, she won’t let us fall,” Helaena answers simply. Aegon might be unsure, but that unsureness is odder than simple reservations. His eyes stuck on her apprehensive, but also waiting. She knows it; so she prompts him further. “Please.”

And he submits as she asks, as if he had never expected it at all.

The moon is round, full, and gleaming when they take off to the air, both strapped and secured to the saddle. Dreamfyre takes to the winds elegantly, with precise beats of her large wingspan lifting them gently. Aegon clings onto her; he was a dragonrider first, but never has he rode a dragon with someone else. He grips onto her firmly, like a lifeline when they take off.

And underneath them, the city is shining with lanterns and torches alit all around, the hue of the dim moonlight giving washes over it to make it seem peaceful, from so high up. Before long, Dreamfyre settles into a pace, glistening for all to see and letting Helaena lean back against Aegon as she flies gently through the sky.

She turns her head back to Aegon, and meets his gaze that was already on her. “What?” she asks him.

Aegon licks his lips, but wills himself to speak. “I’ve just been thinking,” he starts, and a hint of a grin appears again. “I’ve never kissed someone on dragonback before.”

Helaena feels the weight of her heart sink and soar; for a moment she almost thinks Dreamfyre descended down. Aegon’s hold on her midsection feels tighter, the top of her head nuzzles at the crook of his neck before she lifts herself slightly, and looks back at him. Gently, she offers. “‘I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Aegon chuckles at that, and she nearby wants to elbow him, but then his face is right by hers, and his nose is tickling against her own. She closes her eyes, and there’s plump pressure against her lips. She nearly laughs into it herself; how his naturally pouty and sullen lips felt prominent even in their kiss. It made her giddy, however.

For how sullen and pouty they could be, she can feel his lips draw a smile on hers. She kisses him back while he deepens the kiss, teaching her all stuff anew as he did when they were down below in the streets.

I feel so happy.

They only break apart when Dreamfyre roars and breathes out her pale flames.It takes them both by surprise at first, but they both fall into giggles soon enough. Aegon slouches over her shoulder, trying to repress a wheeze.

“Happy nameday, Hel,” Aegon says, settling against her.

She hopes they’ll get to celebrate as such in years to come, too.

#sorry for mistakes as i said its five am #helaegon #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #hotd #helaena x aegon ii #aegon ii x helaena #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #requests #answered #my fanfics #fuckedupibie

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chronicallyonlinewriter · 2 months

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My Work

Hi, this is my Tumblr. My name is Zee, and the TLoU brainrot is real. Currently working on the series: People Still Listen to Fleetwood Mac in the Apocalypse, featuring these two:

(Art by @mote-of-star-dust) 🎸 First Fic: Go Your Own Way 🎸 233,277 words / 31 chapters Joel Miller / Benny Cooper (Original Female Character) In the winter of 2025, two strangers are found in the wilderness outside of Jackson, and are brought back to the settlement. One is a doctor with infallible optimism, the other is just trying to find a life worth living. (@toointojoelmiller featured this fic as part of her Saturday Story Spotlight series, including a review from @march-flowerr that still makes me weep.)

★ Second Fic: As Long as You Follow (WIP) ★ Currently 197,202 words / 14 out of 17 chapters Joel Miller / Benny Cooper (OFC) | Ellie Williams / General Badassery Three years after the events of Go Your Own Way, Ellie is given another chance to save the world.

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dianaladrislovebot · 4 months

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gone headcanons that have popped into my unhinged little brain, part 6

hey there, so since i’ve been rereading the series/writing this fic i’ve had nothing but hc/theory brainrot so you’ll only be getting hc posts for a while. we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled program of incorrect quotes at some point i promise

this first (technically first two) hc isn’t something i induct into my thinking all the time it’s just a thought that i enjoy no matter how sad it is

caine’s parents had always struggled with having children, so they ended up adopting caine instead. they moved to london (where caine’s mother is from) for a few years because they feared connie, who was still young, would come back for him. he slips into a british accent sometimes when he’s angry (i just think this sounds funny can you imagine british caine)

caine’s mother fell pregnant a few years later and they managed to keep the baby. the second the baby, named chloe, was born, caine was sent to coates immediately so they could focus on doting on their “real” child. now that they had a biological child, he was rendered useless in their eyes.

astrid has scary good skin care. girl has never had a pimple in her LIFE.

since they lived together (+ sam) post fayz, diana helped astrid write her book. astrid only knew so much from her point of view, and diana helped her fill in the blanks from the other side of the court.

caine’s a ridiculously picky eater. he will push his food around and make sure none of it touches before he’ll eat it. very particular about what he will and won’t eat. this is because he’s ridiculously autistic.

also hates crust. diana and drake used to take turns eating his crust at coates

alternatively, sam is a human vacuum. he will eat quite literally anything you put in front of him because and i quote, “food is food”.

drake is afraid of butterflies. he thinks they’re gross. i have no basis for this ink and i just think it’s funny

caine’s favourite colour is yellow. him owning that yellow vest was not a coincidence.

alternatively, diana’s is a royal purple and drakes is (suprising no one) red.

caine is super squeamish, despite his constant need for war. hates blood, hates all kinds of bugs. he took one look at that’s bugs face during the bug battle in plague and was ready to book it.

drake really wanted to die in a super fucked up and for his case to go unsolved so he could end up on buzzfeed unsolved. he was disappointed when he realised his immortality probably prevented that.

drake’s a complete feral in snow. he absolutely adores snow. it’s the only time anyone sees him act like an actual well adjusted person (sort of). he turns into an excited child when it snows

#gone series #the gone series #gone michael grant #michael grant #fayz #the fayz #caine soren #sam temple #diana ladris #drake merwin #astrid ellison

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50 Helaemond Kisses

day 7 - to shut them up

Based on this canon divergence brainrot - Helaena has been married to Jace who is a good and kind husband. She has spent years with him and Rhaenyra and the family on Dragonstone, and has returned to Kings Landing with them for the hearing of Vaemond Velaryon's petition for Driftmark.

NSFW.

They stare at each other across the hall. Aemond towers over Aegon, a looming presence between his elder brother and his mother with his hands clasped behind his back. Helaena stands just behind Daemon at Jace's side. The family around her wears black and red, but she sparkles in bright blue. Not the Velaryon blue of her lord husband, but something lighter, something brighter. Something akin to sapphire.

She knows what lurks beneath the leather of her brother's eye patch. His hot gaze rakes over her and she shivers. The memory of their last meeting has haunted her for the two years since they were parted. How she had looked out of the carriage window as it pulled out of the courtyard and had seen Ser Criston holding Aemond back with all of his strength. The last time Aemond had seen her, she had been crying.

When Father makes his way into the hall in defence of Rhaenyra, it is a curious sight. He is bent over in pain, and his face is more ghastly than it had been last. She watches in curiosity when Daemon slips to help him and places the golden crown on his head. Would Aemond do the same for Aegon, if it came to it? Will Aegon do the same for Rhaenyra?

She looks back at Aemond. Aemond's hard stare has turned to Lucerys on her sister's other side.

"Her children are bastards!" Vaemond roars. Helaena flinches. "And she... is a whore."

The words echo through the hall for a generation. Across the distance, Aemond grins.

When Daemon splits the man's skull in two, it is overwhelming. The sight and sounds are too much, they're too much, it makes her blood too thick for her veins and there is pressure in her ears that she cannot bear and her bones suddenly feel like they are swelling out of her skin-

Her neck hurts when she turns away and presses her fingers into her ears. Over the white noise, she hears her breathing. In, out, in, out. Just like Aemond used to help her focus on, in and out. Focus on what is real. The floor beneath her feet, the dust at the base of the column in front of her eyes. Suddenly it is all that she needs to worry about. There is no dead man before them, no blood dribbling into the cracks. There is only the dust on the floor, and her laboured breathing. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Jacaerys shift his position so that he is shielding her with his body. The red at the edges of her vision disappears. In her imagination, it is a man taller and fairer than he that protects her.

The king, her father, leaves, and so too does her panic. Her heartrate returns to normal, and her sight returns, and she blinks.

"Are you well?" Daemon asks her quietly.

Wincing, Helaena nods.

Across the hall, Aemond's eye burns into her.

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It was nice to dance with her husband. Everyone is enjoying the evening, and even her grandfather is smiling. He claps for her when she dances with Jace, and Jace makes her happy. It's a dance they haven't done for a while, and he misses a few of the steps and stumbles, and she catches his hand and laughs.

Aemond has turned his chair to watch them. He has not said a word to her since her arrival. Since they discovered that their letters were intercepted, he has not shared a single thought with her. It's been years.

"Final tribute!" His voice cracks like a whip and the music stops. Just the sound of his voice feels like home. It's deeper than last she heard it. How she yearns to hear it quietly against her ear, to feel it ghost across her skin. There are butterflies in her stomach, and a heat between her legs. But no, she mustn't think like this. Jace is her husband, and he is a good man.

Aemond is turning into a great man. She knows that some day, somehow, he will be a terrible one, too.

"... three strong boys."

Ah. Perhaps he does want peace. The corners of his lips quirk up and it makes her smile. He looks so very beautiful with his cup raised, the attention of the room on him. She claps quietly.

"I dare you to say that again," Jace answers angrily. It confuses her.

"Why? Do you not think yourself strong?"

Her eyes go wide when Jace swings his arm and launches a punch on her brother's face. It makes her mouth open in surprise, and then suddenly her husband is sent flying to the floor at her feet, and she jumps back. He scrambles up with a snarl and flies at him. Helaena's heart is in her throat and tears burn her eyes. Whatever Daemon does or says, she doesn't notice. Daemon is not safe, Rhaenyra is not safe. Perhaps even Aemond is not.

Grandfather is. Around the edges of it all, Helaena goes to him and he strokes her arm comfortingly, letting her turn herself away from everyone else.

"Why are they doing this?" she breathes. Why is peace not an option?

Otto shakes his head slightly. He doesn't have an answer for her, and instead he watches for her. The sound of Aemond leaving makes her turn around. Oh, how she hates that man. Oh, how she loves him.

"Go to your rooms," Rhaenyra orders with her hand on her belly. "All of you."

"Go," Otto encourages Helaena quietly. She nods, but leaves through one of the servants' doors instead of following her husband.

At last, some peace. The servants' corridor is cool and familiar and quiet. There is much less light in here than the dining hall that had been bathed in orange flame, and the soft darkness wraps around her like a blanket. Not oppressive, just comforting. She walks down the corridor that she learned as a child and twenty paces down, the latch of the familiar door comes into her hand. Looking up and down the corridor to check no one sees, she slips through it and closes it behind her.

Only the rats watch her.

If memory serves, this passage will take her, eventually, down to the water gardens. It will be nice to be in the fresh air after the fire of the day. The clouds were heavy today, but perhaps they've cleared now and she'll see the stars. It's much darker in this passage, she can barely see anything, and only holding onto the wall gives her any sense of direction. But the stairs aren't steep, and her feet remember the way, anyway.

Two flights of stairs, the first left turn, ignore the next three rights, and tight spiral staircase. Her fingers glide over the stone walls, and the further she goes, the calmer she is. Until there is a shadow.

A tall figure that only noticeable because what little light reaches here is blocked out by it.

"No Strong boy with you, sister?"

The voice sends a shiver down her spine. Her steps falter and her breath catches. "It's you."

"It's me."

A strange sensation fills her body. Part of her wants to flee, to run from the shadow and find safety alone in the gardens. But another part tells her to remain. This is her sweet brother, after all. The boy she has loved for as long as she has lived, the boy who was her best friend and constant companion until circumstance - or design - ripped them apart.

She doesn't know what to say. And he is angry.

"I... I missed you."

"You didn't visit." In the silence of the corridor, his footsteps echo. They come closer.

"Neither did you."

"Hmm."

Suddenly there is a hand on her waist and he presses her against the wall. His body is long and lithe and hard, clad in cold leather. Her eyes close and without needing to think, her hands find their place on his chest.

"Don't," she protests softly. Between the wall and the man, she presses more tightly against flesh than stone.

"How have you been?" he asks softly.

"I have been..." How has she been? She has been married. She has been cared for. She has been content. And she has been so desperately lonely. "Looked after."

"Your kidnappers have kept you well?" he asks. He runs his nose along her neck and up to her ear, earning him a soft sight. She clutches at his shoulders. "Do you love them yet?"

"One cannot be kidnapped by family."

"Ah, then I shall remember that." His hands are larger than before. His legs are stronger than before. She knows that when his fingers dig into her back, and his knee presses between her thighs.

"What?"

"When I capture you and keep you locked away. I shall tell them that you agreed you could not be kidnapped by family."

When he sucks her earlobe, she whines quietly. "Aemond, we can't-"

"Why?" The word is drawn out in a hot breath.

"My husband, he-"

"A bastard." Aemond's mouth moves up to bite the shell of her ear. "It should have been me."

"But it's not." Despite her protests, her hands find their way to the clasp at his throat and she pulls it open. Desperately, she pushes her fingers against the warm skin there, and the clouds before heaven part. Yes, there he is. There is bliss.

He groans softly against her ear. "Lae."

Lae. That's what he used to call her. He had said that Hel was no fitting name for her, not when she was his delight. So he called her Lae, his own secret name for her. The memory rushes back to her throat, making it difficult to breathe.

"Aemond, we can't!"

"I have to have you." He kisses the slope of her neck and it makes her head drop to the side.

"You're driving me mad. Since I saw you across the hall, it's all I can do but think of having you again." He takes her wrist and drags her hand between his legs, and she can feel the hardness there. It makes her stomach drop in excitement. "I know you want me like you always have."

She tries to shake her head but it is half-heated. She palms him over his trousers and fumbles with the laces. "I took vows."

"You broke them once before." He pulls up her skirts and suddenly his hands are under her thick thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He presses her against the wall and their hips grind together, making them both moan quietly. "Break them again."

"Has there been anyone else?" she asks desperately. She needs to know. Needs to know that she is still the only one.

With his forehead against her shoulder, Aemond groans again. He is strong enough to hold her with one hand, and with the other, he pushes his breeches down, freeing his cock. "No one. Only you. It's always only you."

When he presses his cock against her cunt, there is no hiding how desperate she is for him. From the moment she heard his voice at dinner, she has been hot and wet and ready. "Only me?"

One thrust forward, and he is lost. So, too, is she. "I fuck my hand every night thinking of you, Lae. I dream of unleashing Vhagar on Dragonstone and killing your bastard husband and taking you."

"Don't do that," she moans. Her arms are tight around his shoulders. She pulls herself up slightly and tilts her hips so that his ever thrust grinds against her, hard.

"Why? Do you love him?"

"Yes."

"Tell me you love me more."

She pulls on his long, white strands and shoves his eyepatch off. There's not enough light to see the sapphire, but her fingers find the scar, the stone. "You," she pants. "Always you more. The most."

"Do you think of me when he fucks you?"

Helaena nods. "He's always gentle. He's never enough. All I want is- gods, yes! All I want is you!"

That makes Aemond thrust harder, deeper. The sound of skin against skin is obscene and it echoes down the secret hallways and stairwells.

"They stole me from you," he grunts. "When they found us together, I wanted to- oh, Lae, fuck- wanted to kill them. To make you stay. You're mine."

"Mine," she whimpers.

"All these years without you have been agony. I spend my days alone and missing you, and nights thinking of how to take you back, and-"

She silences him with a searing kiss. Their first kiss since their first and last night together. His lips immediately part and his tongue presses into her mouth hungrily. It's like he needs to claim every part of her, taste every inch of her, leave no part untouched. She welcomes him desperately. Their thrusts make the kisses messy and harsh and loud, and their hair gets caught between them. Sweat breaks out on their brows.

She bites his lip and sucks until she knows it will bruise. He returns the favour on her neck, leaving marks that will be difficult to hide with her dress. Good. Let the bastard see who Helaena belongs to. Let him be cuckolded and humiliated, and let her be marked as Aemond Targaryen's own love.

He is good to her, she knows. She can feel how tense he is as he nears his peak before her. He climaxes inside her with a cry that makes her shake, and his thighs tremble. With his trousers still around his legs, he drops to his knees and buries his tongue between her folds. She presses his head harder against her, and when he presses his fingers inside of her and lets his seed mingle with her slick, she tumbles after him.

It is more powerful than any sensation she has experienced before. It's like flying without a dragon, like touching the stars. It washes over her again and again and turns her blood to fire, her limbs to flame. She cries his name, swears her love, promises that she has always been his.

When the strength is gone from her, she crumples to the floor and into his arms. They pant, cling to each other while the world fades away, and pretend that nothing else exists outside of them.

After a while, Helaena finds herself back in her body again. She kisses his cheek gently, and finds it wet. "Don't cry," she soothes. But his tears make the ones gathered in her own eyes fall.

"I'm sorry," he breathes, forcing a smile. "I just missed you."

#helaemond #helaemond fic #aemond targaryen fic #mine #fics

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binsoojun · 1 year

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dropping a cute goo brainrot bc i can teehee <33

LOVE CONFESSION !?

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“dear dumbass (affectionate),

i know how much this sounds dumb to you, but i feel like i should confess it to you sooner or later to get rid of it and prevent it from escalating any further.

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to put it more simply, i like you.

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i like you so much to the point that imagining adorable and fuzzy scenarios in my head would be filled with you. the love songs i listen to are suddenly all about you, and i hate it so much it's driving me insane. i hate how it makes me smile, fluster, all of that. i'm being a real idiot right now, am i? maybe Gun was right, i'm still in denial for my feelings for you.

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the way you smile, the way your laugh sounds sonically pleasing to hear, your teasing, it all gives me butterflies. i'm surprised that you didn't notice me falling for you slowly by each second passing by, wasn't i a bit too obvious?

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maybe because i always kept telling you that i love you jokingly?

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though, i feel like i'd ruin our relationship like this, i don't really want that to happen. if that does happen, i don't know if i could talk to you the same anymore. but at the end of the day, it's just some silly love letter right? no big deal! ;)) we can always pretend like it didn't happen at all and continue with our lives, maybe even continue the friendship too if you're okay with it!

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i know this is a bit embarrassing and stupid for a love letter for you and it's not as poetic like the others you've gotten from before, but i really wanted you to know.

... and maybe because i want to get back at Gun's statements about me being a pussy (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) but that doesn't matter. what matters is that you get my message through this letter.

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i like you, can i be your boyfriend?

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yours truly, kim joongoo.”

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#head full of dumb and fluffy scenarios of goo #lookism #kim joongoo #lookism webtoon #lookism goo #lookism manhwa #lookism headcanons #lookism fluff #lookism fanfic

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dent-de-leon · 6 months

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This snippet of dialogue from Romeo & Juliet always gives me heavy Lucien vibes and I need to share the brainrot with you

aHH oh I can definitely see it...I especially love the phrase, "Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical," because it reminds me of when Matt was describing some of the imagery that inspired Lucien's transformation.

In response to Aabria asking, "And why is he mostly naked?"--which, already an amazing and hilarious start--Matt gives us this amazing allusion, "It is very much that angelic, biblical kind of visual--that classic painting I reference. And I wanted...wanted to see his muscles--"

And although Matt never confirms which painting Lucien's Neo Somnovem form is based off of, I always had a feeling it was Fallen Angel. Instantly recognizable, incredibly poignant and tragic. The anger in his eyes, yet the vulnerability of his pose. The way he's grounded down on earth while the rest of the angels are free to fly. Cast down and forgotten--very Lucien to me.

There's also just this facinating parallel to me of those with infernal blood being given wings or other angelic features--as a mark of being so far gone and corrupted. Obann's coveted wings, thematically ripped apart by a real angel when he's struck down. The fiendish Lord of the Hells, Asmodeus, once a "celestial of light"--"Perhaps at one point he wore a golden face...That's long gone."

And then Lucien, who always dreamed of being a butterfly. Transforming into something free and beautiful. Yet his metamorphosis ends in only blood and ruin, wings of bone that will never be able to take flight. He believed himself to be a divinely ordained god, yet when he's finally granted wings, he's more doomed than ever.

And just...the way that Lucien was demonized for his blood for so long, seen as nothing more than a monster. Someone who could never possibly be loved. Even Jester playfully teasing, "I think you're dreamy," takes him completely by surprise. “That’s a new one, as the years went on. Didn’t start that way. Not a lot of folks are eager and kind--especially in Shadycreek Run, growing up--to those of infernal blood.” I think there's also something to be said for Tealeaf literally being someone of infernal blood who uses their blood magic to inflict radiant damage. Something about divine punishment from a demon.

Mollymauk is even called the devil at one point, and it's a moment where we see why Lucien always clung so desperately to being fate touched, to the faint hope that he was destined for more, that there was a future where he would no longer have to be an outcast and a monster, always betrayed and alone. "'The world is yours...We gladly give it to thee...' 'How will I take it? What will it cost?' 'Pain and pain and pain. A dear price for a man, a pittance to a king. And nothing to a God, cosmically ordained...Long may you reign.'" "She's right, this is awfully coincidental...But then, you don't believe in coincidences, do you, Chosen One?"

Going back to theatre and tragedies for a moment--I truly can't get over the fact that Lucien liked performing in plays as a child, and that his parents always cast him as the villain. Lucien portraying the heartless, tyrant knight, demanding that a king murder his own queen if he wants to save his kingdom. "Your lands are surrounded, your castle besieged. Send out your lady love, strike her down before my armies. Her blood for your freedom!"

And I do kind of wonder if the queen's tragic end foreshadows Molly's own choice to tear himself apart to save the rest of the Nein. Lucien the heartless knight, demanding the king sacrifice his beloved queen. Lucien repeatedly telling the Nein to just let go of Mollymauk, to forsake the one person they came this far for. The Mighty Nein risking everything for one doomed, shattered soul. "Not the queen! Not the queen! For our king loves her beyond measure, and she is vanity itself. The kingdom for one soul, and the price never to be paid!" Molly ultimately choosing to give up himself, even though the Nein couldn't. Wholeheartedly believing, "It was worth it. It was worth it--"

Lucien's role in the tragedy also reminds me a bit of the opening for King Richard III. Lucien being as much of a romantic as Mollymauk, but deciding that if he'll never be loved or saved, then he might as well be the coldhearted villain that the whole world tried to make him. "And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover/To entertain these fair, well-spoken days/I am determined to prove a villain."

Resenting Mollymauk for the fact that his soul is so free and full of joy, that this "forgotten fragment," is so adored by the same world that despised him. Begrudging Molly for all the happiness and comforts he never indulged in. Clinging so fiercely to the belief that he was chosen by destiny, some sort of god or king. That he was always meant for more than this tragic, inescapable fate--

#lucien tavelle #critical role #matt saying its cannon lucien is inspired by the image of a fallen angel makes my whole heart hurt #also just. can you imagine if lucien really ended up being this ghost haunting molly to try and get his body back like matt intended--#i do think wed get a scene of him offering to spare the rest of the nein if theyd surrender molly like in luciens childhood play--#also I just love the image of someone with infernal blood dreaming of being divine

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the dylan brainrot is REAL i love this man <33

if you don’t mind, could i get some fluffy dylan x reader content? like maybe reader knows the woods really well and so reader & dylan sneak off and reader takes dylan on a cute first date kind of thing in a clearing. i recently played through the quarry for the second time and my heart BROKE when dylan died i need fluff for the soul

hello love!! thank you for your request! i tried to make it as fluffy fluff fluff as possible but it came out with a little angst haha. but you know you can't fluff if you don't angst! kssjsksj

hope you like it!

pairing: dylan lenivy x gn!reader

warnings: none except it for there's some angst (very little i swear!!) and languages (one word lol)

wc: 1.1k

summary: you & dylan go for a walk in the woods and talk about all kinds of stuff! except wait.. there's something else to it 😳

"Jeez, no shit we're just casually walking around the forest like that. Wait, is this a date? Looks like a date to me."

You adjusted your backpack and turned around putting on a cheerful smile.

"Yes, Dylan. It is a date. Any objections?"

"No, no, none at all, my dear. You really could choose a different place though. Not that I'm complaining or anything. Although, you know, the adrenaline of meeting a bear could spice things up a bit. I guess."

You chuckled.

"Well, we should definitely dial the bears' number then. Anyway, I've been exploring a bit and, uh, I found this really cool place – "

"Wait, what? Exploring? The middle of the forest? Wow, you're tough. I mean I couldn't have done that. Wouldn't have. I prefer my safe, warm radioshack. Without bears and all that stuff. Sorry I interrupted you though. What were you saying, love?" He looked at you, a warm expression on his face.

"Yeah, well, first off, enough with the bears."

"You're the one talking about bears now."

"Dylan, you know what I mean."

"I dunno what you mean. Maybe bears?"

"Oh my gosh, please."

"Alright, alright. I'm done."

"I wanted to tell you that I found a really cool place here in the woods. And I thought I needed to show it to you. For the sake of... I dunno, for the sake of why not."

Dylan seemed to be a little surprised by your words.

"Damn. It's actually... Not gonna lie, it's actually kinda cute. You thought about me walking around that place? Awe, my heart." He placed his arm on his heart, playfully squeezing the fabric of his shirt.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on. It's not that far from here."

Continuing on your little journey, the two of you talked about all things that popped up in your minds. It wasn't too long for you to reach your destination though.

...

"Wow, yeah. This place is alright, Y/n. Really."

"Knew you'd like it. I mean really. Look around. The only thing here missing was a handsome boy. And now we got it covered."

Dylan laughed, looking around himself.

It was really lovely. Barely touched by human hands, nature here made you feel as if you are in another world. A couple of butterflies and bees here and there, lavender bushes, some fallen trees. And the greenery. The sun reflecting on the green leaves of trees practically made this little glade shine. Truly magical.

"This place feels surreal. I love it. No shit."

You opened your backpack to take all the stuff out of it. Placing a thin cover over the grass, you reached for the two cans of beer and some chips.

"This should get us comfy. I brought some beer, so suit yourself. I didn't actually bring us here for just admiring the views. Although, that, too. But I wanted to discuss something." You sat down on the cover.

"Woah, should I be afraid of some serious talk? Should I start running away?" Dylan sat alongside you, taking and opening one of the beer cans. "Please don't make me run away. I don't think I'll be able to find the right way to the camp. I will cry and hide somewhere in the bushes." He pointed at the lavender bushes. "Those seem nice."

You laughed, looking at the lavender and then back at Dylan.

"You know I wouldn't just let you die somewhere, Dillie. I would either kill you myself or rescue you with my mighty butt."

"It would've sounded really cheesy without that «kill you myself» part." Having said that, Dylan took a sip of his beer and looked at you passionately, leaning on his elbow.

"You know what else sounds cheesy? I, fucking, love you. When you give me that look I'm getting all lovey-dovey."

Dylan smiled, shaking his head a little. "That's the second reason why I keep giving you that look."

"Wow, and the other reason?" You said, taking your own can of beer.

"I, fucking, love you too."

You fell silent for a second.

"You didn't just– no way. That was kinda smooth." You laughed, opening your beer.

Dylan looked at you, raising his head. "You said you wanted to discuss something. What is it?" He straightened up his position.

"It's just that... Well, summer's ending soon. And this camp stuff ends even sooner. I mean, Emma told me she's gonna break with Jacob since it was «just a summer thing» for them. Will that... Will that be the same for us?"

Dylan looked down, carefully thinking about what to reply. You spoke up first though.

"I get that we're not Jacon and Emma, but the question still remains. I also don't think it's something you decide alone, without your partner, as Emma did. She's just gonna make Jake face the facts. I don't think it's the right way to do it. What do you think?" You asked, giving Dylan a troubled look.

"Listen, Y/n, as you pointed out, we're not Jacob and Emma. If you're... Well, if you're alright with all the long-distance stuff then we should be fine. It will be difficult but totally not impossible. And we still can visit each other. I mean, come on, we have internet and all. And airplanes. Airplanes are good stuff."

You were silent for a couple of moments. This time, Dylan used the opportunity to speak up once again.

First, he took a sigh.

"It's... Well. I sure don't wanna lose you. There's that. I mean... I finally feel like I connected to someone, you know? You are one of the most considerate people I've ever met. It's like you understand me to a level even I probably don't understand myself. And the most important thingie, well... I understand and feel you too. That's why it's not a one-way connection." He glanced at you, looking confident about his words.

"I... Dylan, you never told me about this. I felt like this too. Still do. I feel so comfy whenever I'm with you."

"Exactly. Closure matters, yeah, but not as much as the person themselves. I wouldn't want to end our relationship like this, because, well... It's special. For both of us. I mean, if you wanna dump my sweet ass, you can always do that. But just... Later, alright? My ass... Isn't ready yet."

You looked at him, little tears welling up in your eyes.

"No way, Dylan," You hugged him, practically smiling into his shoulder, still with tears in your eyes. "I wouldn't ever dump that ass of yours."

First, Dylan returned the hug, then faced you, smiling like a little boy. Pressing his lips onto yours, he took you by your elbow.

You snuggled up closer to him, responding to the kiss. It was full of delight, love and belief. A strong belief that everything will be just fine. There was no other reason to think otherwise now.

"Damn, I'm still the best kisser though," Dylan says, placing one long kiss on your lips. You interrupt it immediately.

"Oh, really? Well, hold my beer – "

"Just kidding, just kidding, love. Your kisses hit real good."

#dylan lenivy #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan the quarry #the quarry #dylan lenivy x you #dylan lenivy the quarry #dylan x you #dylan lenivy imagine

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