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astonmartinii · 1 year ago

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fatherhood looks good on you | george russell social media au

pairing: george russell x fem albon reader

there comes a point in the relationship where you take it to the next level

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

- part of the brother's best friend series -

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yourusername: looking so good i want to give you a baby

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user1: WHAT

user2: we really be saying anything on the internet these days

alexalbon: SHUT THE FUCK UP THE LITERAL ONLY RULE OF THIS RELATIONSHIP WAS THAT YOU KEEP THIS SHIT TO YOURSELVES

yourusername: gosh a girl can't have baby fever in peace these days

alexalbon: unless that baby is coming by stork you can put that talk on hold real fast

yourusername: just because lily is busy does not mean you have to take it out on me and george

georgerussell63: alex is it illegal for a man to be handsome?

alexalbon: if it's illegal to be handsome, you'd have the cleanest record known to man

yourusername: STOP RIGHT THERE DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT LYING IS A SIN

alexalbon: i'm not going to say YOUR boyfriend is hot, no.

yourusername: just because i got in there first 🙄

user3: i don't think she's serious but also george with a baby is just too cute not to happen

user4: george is the perf instagram boyf like he's so ready to pose

landonorris: well that definitely is something we all want to know

yourusername: i know you would LOVE to know ALL the details norris

georgerussell63: she's never going to let your crush go lando, you gotta just hold it

landonorris: i was THIRTEEN

yourusername: you don't love me anymore? 😕

landonorris: i don't know why i always get in these arguments with you

user5: i love how george just instigates things for y/n lmao

user6: your boyfriend should always support your mess

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georgerussell63: fatherhood is a different beast

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user8: alright i am so confused

user9: there's no way y/n can actually be pregnant i saw her down at least three pornstar martinis in hospitality this weekend

alexalbon: this better be a joke or i'm gonna kick you so hard you get a free non-reversible vasectomy

yourusername: stop the violence!

alexalbon: THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR GLEE REFERENCES

yourusername: someone is channelling some serious sue vibes right now

georgerussell63: let it be known i like my reproductive systems the way they are

alexalbon: that's kind of the point of a threat, you aren't supposed to want it

yourusername: he likes threats if they come from the right person

alexalbon: i am about one more comment away from knocking down your hotel room door and throwing george from the balcony

yourusername: and deprive our child from a father... alex i expected better from you

alexalbon: that's it i'm on my way

georgerussell63: @mercedesamgf1 PLEASE PROTECT ME I AM PRECIOUS CARGO

user10: these bitches got me actually combing through tiktoks and hospitality menus to see if y/n was actually drinking

user11: i'm gonna be real angry if this is all a big joke

user12: i know kimi antonelli is young but this is NAWT the way to announce him for 2025

charles_leclerc: guys i need you to spell everything out i am confused

georgerussell63: no can do charles you gotta follow the breadcrumbs just like everyone else

yourusername: it's right there sharl

charles_leclerc: actually alex, wait, i'm coming with you these hoes are annoying me

landonorris: don't forget me

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yourusername: our baby is here!

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user15: A CAT?

user16: i just knew george russell would be a ragdoll girl

georgerussell63: they were right i AM a girl dad

yourusername: finally dilf status

georgerussell63: a title i do not take lightly

yourusername: i can confirm libido has gone UP since becoming parents!

landonorris: shut THE FUCK UP

yourusername: you'll understand in time lando

georgerussell63: you just found yourself at the bottom of the babysitting list

landonorris: i don't want to look after it

yourusername: IT? IT? HOW DARE YOU?

georgerussell63: she can hear you lando that's so disrespectful :(

landonorris: ??? i'm not saying sorry to a cat over instagram comment

georgerussell63: expect the same courtesy when i take you out first corner next weekend

user17: i fear that was not a threat but a promise from george

user18: it's kinda hot

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alexalbon: NEW ALBON PETS LORE AND NONE OF YOU TOLD ME

yourusername: ella can't wait to meet the gang

alexalbon: no offence but ella is kinda a shit name

yourusername: short for mozzarella

alexalbon: i take it back

georgerussell63: cause she's the lil pearl of our life

alexalbon: i love her already

user19: so we went through all this tomfoolery for a cat? a cat called mozzarella?

user20: you have to agree it's iconic

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alexalbon: i knew @albon_pets would get george at some point

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user22: i love how alex became the chill guy again after it was revealed he was not yet an uncle

georgerussell63: hard on the yet

alexalbon: too soon george

user23: the albon pets signature of approval is a bigger sign that george is in the gamily than if he actually proposed to y/n

user24: they've got a baby now he's an albon

yourusername: horsey is going to kick off over having to share george with me and mozzie

albon_pets: bring it on - horsey

yourusername: alex i'm not arguing with you pretending to be horsey, this ain't roscoe and lewis

lewishamilton: rude

roscoelovescoco: meanie

yourusername: did you just call me mean as your dog?

lewishamilton: you were extra mean

yourusername: fine lets let mozzie and roscoe scrap it out at silverstone - she's got the sass of both me and george btw x

lewishamilton: stay AWAY FROM MY DOG

user25: the merc garage gonna be a whole petting zoo at silverstone i can't

user26: you wanna catch up with red bull? sell meet and greet tickets to the petting zoo

maxverstappen1: this is my official invitation to a play date with jimmy and sassy

yourusername: WE'LL BE THERE

maxverstappen1: is mozzarella civilised?

georgerussell63: of course my child has manners?

maxverstappen1: you crash into people all the time, i had to check

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georgerussell63: all of the family here for the home race

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user27: y/n wearing mozzarella in a baby harness i need to be put down

user28: that really is their child oh my

yourusername: make our baby proud georgie

georgerussell63: anything for you two xx

alexalbon: why do i never get these nice comments

yourusername: they're transmitted through our genes x

yourusername: also george more important 👍🏻

alexalbon: i'm literally your brother? your flesh and blood?

yourusername: george cuter

georgerussell63: can't argue with that

alexalbon: well of course he is this ain't alabama. (sorry logan)

logansargent: i'm from florida?

yourusername: even worse, my condolences

georgerussell63: can we get back to talking about how dashing i am?

yourusername: yes!

alexalbon: NO. SAY GOOD LUCK Y/N

yourusername: good luck y/n

alexalbon: what if i crash and you never said good luck, think about it y/n

yourusername: good luck alex (you're an asshole for weaponising the sport (and you being shit at it))

user29: i think i had about three strokes trying to follow this argument

user30: poor logan is just a victim of the albons at this point

landonorris: have a baby and forget about the rest of us, i see how it is

yourusername: you will never measure up to mozzie lando i hope you know that

georgerussell63: what y/n means is that i love my friends, but a child is a gift from god

landonorris: it's a cat. she can't even talk

yourusername: and yet she makes better points than you, makes you think

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user31: mozzarella is so big already 🥹

user32: maybe i'm worse than them cause i'm attached to mozzie as well

georgerussell63: no one else i'd rather be cat parents to

yourusername: you're such a romantic

georgerussll63: such a pleasure to take this next step with the love of my life

yourusername: i love you more

georgerussell63: not possible

alexalbon: you being gross about mozzie was better than what ever the fuck this is

yourusername: @lilymunhe does he not treat you right?

lilymunhe: he's a romantic really, he's just exhausting the protective big brother act until george finally proposes

alexalbon: sue me

maxverstappen1: still waiting on the play date ...

yourusername: monaco?

maxverstappen1: done

yourusername: jimmy, sassy and ella will be like the charlie's angles reincarnated

georgerussell63: can't wait for you to see her IMPECCABLE manners

maxverstappen1: okay princess george

yourusername: hey only i can call george princess

maxverstappen1: you keep that to yourself

user33: disappointed that with all the tomfoolery around mozzie that there was no maternity photoshoots

yourusername: oh do not give me a challenge...

fin.

note: NEW SERIES ALERT? i'll create a masterlist after i post this. i hope you enjoyed, this one is more of a tame brother's best friend take but dw they can get more beefy and more sassy - send me any pairings you might like to see! thanks for reading x

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 social media au #f1 #george russell instagram au #george russel imagine #george russel x reader #george russell #george russell imagine #george russell x reader #george russell fluff

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classiccowboy · 11 days ago

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jb instagram

summary: follow joe and his wife evie as they go through his football career.

series masterlist.

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evie: and she sprung.. 🌸🌷💐

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user: i love when you post

> evie: 💗💗💗

millyg: MY SHAYLAAAA

> evie: bitch i miss u

user: are you going to be sharing much of your pregnancy? i’m so happy for you guys!

> user: she shares everything to get clout

> evie: we are just enjoying the moment for now.. but thank you for the love. 🤍

user: HELLO this is perf

user: aka the best season

> evie: fall/spring over winter/summer

joeyb_9: same time next week?

> evie: you bet!

user: i miss your beautiful face

joeyb_9 and bodyarmor

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bodyarmor: Every choice is a commitment to better @joeyb_9 #ChooseBetter

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user: his gf is so lucky

> user: i’m his girlfriend

> user: dude has a whole WIFE 💀

> user: you didn’t have to kill the vibe 🤣

> evie: hi, the whole wife here. i am extremely lucky. 😍

user: this saved the day

user: prettiest boy ever

> evie: i say this atleast 100 times a day.

evie: suddenly i’m parched..

user: HOT HOT HOT

user: whatever you say jb

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evie: the answers to your questions are: yes it is hot, yes i hiked this at 6 months pregnant, and yes jb had to practically carry me back down.

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user: what a brave woman

joeyb_9: damn worth it for the view

> evie: awe thanks for the compliment.

user: six months preggo is insane work

user: did jb really HAVE to carry you down or were you just feeling lazy?

> evie: both?

lahjay10_: never change

> evie: wouldn’t frickin dream of it.

user: i wanna be like ev when i grow up

user: this is so aesthetically pleasing

millyg: i worry for your sanity..

> evie: everything is in tact.

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evie: wedding or funeral? take your pick.

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user: looking so chic

user: you are the cutest look at that bump!!!

> evie: 💗💗💗

user: def sam’s wedding

user: this is the first bump pic we’ve gotten and now it all feels a little too real

> user: tell me about it. i still can’t believe she’s pregnant. my life is over.

> evie: everyone’s entitled to a few stupid comments, you really abused that privilege.

> user: eat her up ev

> evie: i’m allergic to ignorance, it causes me to breakout in sarcasm.

joeyb_9: pretty mama. 😍

> user: NOT THE SWITCH FROM PRETTY GIRL TO PRETTY MAMA! 😭😭😭

> evie: idc as long as im pretty.

user: i hate it here

millyg: ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? 🤩🤩

> evie: am i the type to kidd???

> lahjay10_: there isn’t one damn serious bone in your body watchu talking about?

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joeyb_9: Wine and sprite guy

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user: what a coincidence i love wine.. and sprite.

user: if you ever feeling like upgrading, you know where to find me!

> evie: in the psych ward? that’s the only explanation for this comment.

> lahjay10_: no chill. you have absolutely no chill.

> evie: i have all the chill for people who are kind and respectful.

> user: what did you think was going to happen when you married a popular nfl player?

> evie: i thought i was going to have fun in his comments. and damn.. look at me now. *kiss kiss*

> millyg: gtfo ev

> joeyb_9: can’t even blame it on wine. i love you ev. 🤣

user: ur handsome

user: get him a sponsorship @sprite.

evie: marry me rn

> joeyb_9: been there done that. 😎

user: jealous of ev getting to have you as her forever wedding date

> evie: it’s always a damn good time with jb. freaking love it.

user: suddenly i really love wine and sprite.

ev stories

yall i am so late with this one.. 🤣

send more requests.. i’d love to work on something different.

#joe burrow #nfl #bengals #cincinnati bengals #nfl imagine #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 9 months ago

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Eddie is in the middle of his biggest campaign yet, meanwhile you're sick and while out for errands you end up running into your ex.

Slight Dom vibes from Eddie. Older Eddie x reader (Eddie is 42, reader is late twenties) protective Eddie. 18+

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"The campaign is the biggest one I've planned yet and all the guys are excited for it. I'll be m.i.a for a little while so try and behave while I'm gone" you sprawl across his bed and love the way his eyes darken at the sight of your naked body.

"I guess. It's more fun when I misbehave though" you reply impishly and that makes Eddie smirk just a little bit.

Sweetheart are you going to be good for me or not?" Eddie asks patiently while you pout and settle back on the bed.

"Maybe" you shrug and Eddie shakes his head torn between adoration for you and exasperation. He leans down to kiss you, loses himself in the sensation for a moment or two.

He can't get enough of kissing you, he can't get enough of feeling your body pressed against his and watching you come undone. He can't get enough of spending time with you and being with him.

He's never felt like this before until you, just so full of love and adoration. For the first time in his life he's actually considering postponing a campaign but eventually the little nagging voice inside of his head (that sounds suspiciously like Dustin) forces him out the door.

"If you need anything then you call me, okay princess?" you nod along but he knows you would never interrupt a campaign, "I mean if baby anything at all" he's still hesitant to leave but you practically push him out the door.

"Go or we all know Dustin will be here in seconds if You're even a little bit late" he scoffs but knows you're not wrong. The little butthead would send the cavalry.

With I love yous exchanged he's then out of the door and on his way to the campaign.

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You were planning to hit the bookstore in town and then heading to Family Video for a movie to watch while Eddie was gone.

His campaigns were meticulously planned out and you knew this session could last most of the afternoon and some of the night.

It was so hot to watch Eddie when he was so passionate about things he loved and you had even sat in on a campaign or two, made up a character and genuinely enjoyed playing with Eddie and his friends.

Truly it would have been nice to join him today but you had been feeling out of sorts since last night and Eddie refused to get you any more sick, he had gently ordered you to rest up as much as possible and call him on the landline the minute you felt worse.

It took long enough to even get him out of the door to even go to campaign so there was no way you were interrupting him after he had spent so much time on it, you had your movies, medicine and a new book, along with soup and hot cocoa. You would be fine.

The fresh air helped and it was always lovely to see Hawkins in the fall, the gorgeous oranges, rust and golden hues of the trees, the chill in the air and Halloween decorations dotted around the town.

Your peace ends up interrupted by a very unwelcome figure. Your ex. Alastair.

"Has the freak left you all alone today?" You ignore Alastair and walk past him. God what did you see in that asshole? It was only a couple of months but you should have seen that he was a douchebag from the start.

Thankfully you had dumped him and moved on. You had found Eddie who treated you like a queen, who adored you and loved you so much.

"I'm talking to you. Stupid bitch" Alastair snarls and he grabs your arm. The violent tug makes you lose your balance and you stumble.

"Let of me" you snap and his face turns puce but before he can do anything else someone blocks him from your view.

"Clear off dickhead" its Steve and he's glaring at Alastair whose face drains of colour.

"You know I'm glad it's that freak who has you now. At some point he will get sick of your bullshit as well" he snarls and walks away.

You're teary and just want to go home. The glow of your perfect morning with Eddie is long gone.

"You okay?" Steve asks kindly and you nod still feeling shaky. You're furious that Alastair has ruined your day and gotten under your skin again, tears of fury blur your vision and Steve softens.

"Come on. I'll walk you home"

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When you head back to Eddie's trailer your head is pounding and Alastair's words play on your mind. It was no good giving that assholes opinions the time of day, the thing is he always managed to say things that got under your skin or that he knew would hurt the most.

It was hard to ignore him and even though you shake up you still refuse to call Eddie. In all honesty you were nervous to say anything about this. He was so protective of you that you worried he would actually knock Alastair out for grabbing you like that.

You didn't want Eddie in trouble so you resolved to keep quiet. Though if Alastair came near you again you were absolutely kicking him in his tiny little balls.

...

You had been strangely quiet since Eddie had arrived back home, usually you were slightly mischievous, chatty and would tell him all about your day. He told you all about the campaign and how well it had gone, you seemed genuinely excited but there was still something bugging you that Eddie couldn't figure out.

Were you still feeling sick?

"Eddie, do you get sick of me sometimes?" the question hangs in the air and Eddie gapes, what? Where the fuck was this coming from?

"Of course not sweetheart. Why would you ever think that?" You shake your head and cuddle up close to him. He held you tightly, trying to soothe away what was worrying you. What happened from this morning to now?

"No reason, I just wondered that's all" he frowns and holds you closer to him, determined to let you know how much you mean to him.

"I love you sweetheart. I could never get sick of you. Please never think like that because it will never happen" the words seem to relax you but Eddie is still suspicious about why those thoughts were even on your mind.

He's determined to find out and he doesn't have to wait very long.

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Steve visits that afternoon and Eddie's worries deepen when he asks if you're okay after yesterday.

"What happened yesterday?" he knew there was something that was bothering you. He should have pressed a little bit more last night but he knew you would tell him in time. He's anxious now that it's something really bad.

It must be judging from your question last night, something had put those thoughts on your mind and now he was closer to finding out what.

Steve frowns. "Did she not tell you that dickhead of an ex was hounding her?" Eddie freezes and shakes his head.

"Shit no, she looked like she wanted to tell me something all night but kept closing up. I should have known it would be something to do with him" he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to control his anger.

Not that he was angry at you, no way. However he was angry at your ex and his inability to leave you alone. Anytime Alastair saw you it caused him to act like a complete dick, he's pretty sure the guy must naturally be an ass or he didn't like the fact that you dumped his ass.

Either way Eddie wasn't going to let the little fucker away with hurting you. He thanks Steve for telling him and for being there for you, even though he wishes he could have been there himself.

He doubts very much your ex would have said anything when he was around and was one of those people who liked to get their targets on their own.

Once Steve leaves you arrive back home shortly after, you kiss his cheek and take your bag full of groceries into the kitchen.

Eddie follows you and wraps his arms around your waist while trailing soft kisses over your neck.

"Hey princess, Steve came over today to ask how you were after yesterday" you stiffen for a few seconds but relax when he soothes you.

"That was sweet of him. I guess he told you what happened with Alastair? I've been meaning to tell you, it's just trying to find the right words but yeah he was his usual self and he grabbed me..." You turn to him but he's extremely quiet.

You must notice the dangerous glint in his eyes because you cup his cheek and reassure him that you're fine and everything is okay.

Eddie holds you close and kisses you, he's fuming that your ex dared put his hands on you and you quietly tell him the rest of what happened and by the end of it he's pissed.

"I love you so much sweetheart, so fucking much and if that asshole bothers you again then I swear I'll knock his teeth out" he seethes and you shake your head not wanting that to happen.

"I love you Eddie and I don't want you in trouble for that asshole" you rest your head on his chest and he strokes your hair.

"Oh I won't get into shit but he might" he mutters and plans to have a word with your shitty ex. There was no way that douchebag was getting away with hurting you.

"Eddie" you warn him and sigh when you get one of his charming smiles in return.

"I promise you princess that I won't harm a hair on his head even if he deserves it" Eddie vows and you nod believing him. Whatever he had planned though would likely be something Alastair would never forget.

...

Funnily enough Alistair doesn't bother you again and when you ask Eddie about it he simply says they had a little chat.

Knowing how protective Eddie is you can just imagine how that went. It must have been something that got through to him because in the rare times you did see Alistair out and about in town, his eyes would widen and he'd rush away clutching his privates and letting out a squeal.

"Eddie what the hell did you do?" you ask torn between amusement and exasperation.

"I just told him to leave my girl alone or he'd maybe be an appendage less" he shrugs innocently. "No one tries to hurt you and gets away with it" he kisses your forehead and you stifle a smile as the two of you head back home.

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#eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #older eddie munson

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angclnumber · 1 year ago

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VIC IS RIGHT . FLICK KNOWS VIC IS RIGHT but that doesn't exactly make the words any easier to hear . she makes a face in reaction, a frown that looks concerningly close to a pout of frustration before she's rubbing both hands over her face with a groan of her own . "fuck . fine . fine, you're right ." flick crosses her arms over her chest, her brows still furrowed in concern and her heel still tapping against the mat lining the foot space of vic's passenger seat . she's trying to busy herself with taking a deep breath as vic continues, her childhood friend's words actually doing more to distract vic than anything else could have . flick's brows furrow . "well, no matter how different they are or not, they're probably still going to be pissed ." flick says with a shrug . she knows it's probably something neither of them want to think about . but she also knows it's probably something they're both aware of . "i mean, to them we're basically the two sellouts of the group . like judas or whatever ." despite flick's words she can't help but be glad that she's coming in with vic . at least this way she's not going to be the only so called traitor . plus, they could stick together . flick tries to find hope in that even as she squints out her window and mumbles, "so they'll probably look older and ... mad as hell ."

Watching the woman fly into a panic might've been amusing if these were different circumstances, but Vic can't fault Flick for how she's feeling. If she wasn't driving, she might've joined in on it. But they're already signing their potential death certificates going after that monster again, no point in quickening that process with an accidental car crash - though causing one would at least get them out of this whole ordeal. Her shoulders slump forward, frown resting over her lips. "For all we know, we could've done all of that and it wouldn't have made a difference," she points out instead. She sighs, trying not to groan in frustration but failing to smother the sound. "Let's just wait and see what he says, alright? Not that we don't deserve to freak the fuck out, but I'd rather know exactly what's going on than let my imagination run wild." She nods at the direction, turning off the main street to head towards the church. "It's weird that we're going to see them at all." Sure, she'd used them as selling points in her books, but aside from that, she hadn't thought about them outside of that last summer. "I wonder how different, or not different, they'll be."

#flick / interactions .#flick and vic .#omg amazing they were in similar circles then we love that for them #perhaps somewhere in the middle ... like if you've seen yellowjackets how the older yj's keep in touch ? that kind of vibe perhaps ...#where they meet up a couple of times a year and maybe call but like find each other if something messy happens yk #omg 4 or 5 is perf i think ? 5 in case one d words . then at least we still have two each sdkjsd #omg i am tempted to add more cause i could add someone who stayed in town ... now i'm torn

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tonycries · 3 months ago

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Omg tonsil i js had the greatest idea for a fic

University setting- the uni has a bit of a dark past where its known for having mass murders or strings of suspicious deaths every decade like Shadyside in Fear Street. The murders were often covered up, however to preserve the prestigious reputation of the school.

Basically Y/N is part of a popular sorority/frat that’s pretty well known for throwing really good parties and during one such night, a massacre occurs, leaving her as the only survivor, or ‘final girl’. The perpetrators escaped but were identified as there being 6, all of them masked

School has a break for a couple weeks and theres 6 new students once it restarts at the start of the next quarter- all of them supposed ‘transfer students’

Of course, these are Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna and Toji.

Turns out a horror movie obsessed student did a ritual to become a final girl by resurrecting the past killers (aformentioned ‘transfer students’) but did it incorrectly, causing her to fall victim as well. Y/N, the new ‘final girl’ has no idea of this and a string of suspicious deaths start happening with one deviation from the past-

They seem to be recreations of the past murders by following the M.O.’s, leading police to incorrectly suspect a copycat killer when really its the resurrected ones.

The resurrected ones in their ‘student’ life are also drawn to Y/N, not realising that the ritual not only brought them back to life, but also bound them to us and so theres some yandere vibes because red flags look green when you’re colorblind 🥴🥴🥴

But YEAH, what do you think? Each of the guys would be based off a slasher and im thinkin-

Gojo and Geto- Scream

Nanami- American Psycho

Toji- Michael Myers

Choso- Jason

Sukuna- Freddy Krueger (Gonna make him a dream demon from the Hei’an era that’s able to take human form.)

WAITTTT WAIT WAIT this would be so perf for spooky season omg 😳☝🏽 NGHHH GOJO AND GETO AS SCREAM OHHH IT'S ALL OVER THE SCREEN....

Hehehe thank yewww sm for sharing ml!! I'll be noting this down 👀

#tonytalks

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asumofwords · 2 years ago

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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Fighting, Aemond being an asshole, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, degradation, hair pulling, spanking, daddy kink.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Okay so, two things. I should preface this by telling you all that Harold Holt was an Australian Prime Minister who went swimming and never came back. It was assumed he drowned, or got eaten by sharks, or if you want to go with the more fun conspiracy theories, got abducted in a submarine. But to do a Harold Holt is basically to do a runner, no show, disappearance with no word, smoke bomb, etc. Hope you get it now lol. Secondly, the song Aemond is listening to is from one of my longtime fav bands who I got to see live! The song is ‘Kletka - Molchat Doma’ and its such a vibe, anyway, thanks for your patience on the update! Its a long ass chapter because I don't know how to stop.... Enjoy <3

Chapter 6: Lapse in Judgement

Waking up the next morning was something that you had dreaded the moment you ran and hid in your room, diving beneath your sheets as your heart raced and your core throbbed.

Your fingers had grazed your lips, sensitive from the bruising kiss he had pulled you into.

Fuck.

You had kissed Aemond.

And Aemond had kissed you.

You had felt the phantom feeling of his fingers on your core and had tossed and turned all night, desperately trying to ignore the heartbeat that settled between your thighs and the mounting anxiety that followed.

What would Helaena say?

When you woke that morning, the turning of your stomach began almost immediately, anxiety winding its way higher and higher, palms sweating, knowing that you would have to face the music and exit your room.

A small headache had formed behind your eyes from the alcohol, but it was barely noticeable in comparison to your racing thoughts. Or perhaps the cause for your headache was the conundrum you now found yourself in.

Note to self, no more Porn Star Martinis if a handsome and brooding man was in your apartment.

You dressed, and ran to the bathroom, noticing Aemond’s door was open.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror, there were bags beneath your eyes, and your hair a mess from tossing and turning all night. You paid careful attention to concealing the dark shadows and fixing your hair before you took a steady breath and exited the loo.

You expected Aemond to be gone for his morning run as he usually was, as the creature of habit he seemed to be, door open and all that, but nope, fate had other plans for you. Aemond stood, in his over six foot glory in the kitchen, mug in his hands as he looked out the window. He was dressed in his running gear, grey shirt today and his hair was down, cascading over his shoulders, strands tucked neatly behind his ears.

On your approach, he lifted his head to look at you.

You swallowed dryly, feet stumbling slightly against the floor boards as you made your way over, heat rising in your cheeks. You were mortified, and beyond that, ashamed.

Ashamed of who it was.

Ashamed of how you had acted.

Ashamed that it was Helaena’s brother.

And ashamed that you had liked it.

You had to tear your face away from his gaze, diverting your eyes to the floor as you made your way over, picking up the kettle to make yourself your morning tea. You didn’t greet him verbally, too unsure of what to do, and so you gave him a soft nod.

A sliding sound caught your attention.

You took your eyes from the sink, and beside you on the bench, Aemond had pushed with two knuckles a mug of tea towards you.

It was your favourite mug, and it looked like he had managed to make it perfectly.

You blinked up at him, putting the kettle back in its holder and reaching for the tea. Your fingers grazed over his momentarily, heart racing as you took the mug from him. Warmth spread through your chest and you swallowed.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed, picking up the mug to your lips, “I, uh,” You let out an awkward chuckle, “I think I had one too many martini’s last night.” Another awkward laugh, and then the words didn’t stop, Oh god, “Sara took me to this new bar, and it was so cool, it actually reminded me a bit of you. We had one drink aft-“

“-Don’t worry about it.” Aemond interrupted your anxious rambling, his cool gaze on you, face blank.

You nodded and sipped at the tea.

Your heart raced in your chest.

It was perfect.

“Thanks for the tea. And for dealing with me last night.” Another awkward laugh, you lifted the mug towards him.

Aemond hummed, looking away to sip at his coffee, the strong smell of the beans surrounding you.

You stood together in the quiet of the kitchen, awkward energy surrounding the both of you before he set down his empty mug. He stepped closer, his chest almost bushing yours. Your breath caught in your throat as his hand reached forward.

And then over you to turn on the sink, a small ‘excuse me’ falling from his lips as he rinsed his mug and placed it into the dishwasher.

Your cheeks felt hot and you sucked in a shaky breath.

Aemond didn’t speak another word, and turned away from you, heading towards the front door as he pulled out his AirPods and placed them in his ears. He disappeared down the hall, and the last thing you heard was the keys being pulled out of the dish, and the door opening and closing.

You let the breath you had been holding in out in one big gust. Hand moving to rub at your neck awkwardly.

What the fuck was that?

The day droned on as it would with Larys hovering over your shoulder as usual. It didn’t help that you had not heard a word from Gwayne Hightower, and were swamped with endless calls from investors and clients whom he had meetings with and didn’t show.

“Do you know where Gwayne is?” You leant over your desk, looking to the one next to yours, a solicitor names Jasper Wylde watching at you with steely eyes.

His curly hair shifted as he turned to face you, dark beard trimmed perfectly against his chin, “No clue. He may be at the magistrates office. Got a text from Tyland this morning saying that something went down at the case this morning.”

You sighed loudly, leaning back in your chair, “That’s the last thing we need. How come Tyland texted you and not me? I’ve got calls coming out of my ass from angry and disgruntled clients about Gwayne missing their meetings.”

Jasper shrugged, “You know what Tyland is like, useless at the best of times.”

You snorted and rolled back to your desk.

Jasper was nice, stiff, but nice.

He took his job very seriously, and Tyland Lannister often called him Ironrod as a joke. Though he was older and a complete professional, it didn’t stop him from sending an occasional flirty glance your way, or rise of his dark brows.

Recently divorced.

You knew he had had four wives, all ending in divorce, and multiple kids with each one. You didn’t know how he had the time to support them all, let alone spend time with them. But he did, and you had been surprised when you first started and saw the pictures pinned to his cubicle of all his kids.

There was, at the very least, ten.

Ironrod might be more fitting for something else.

By the time the day ended, you had slumped in your chair, sighing loudly as you packed away your things. You turned to look at Jasper who was still working.

He never followed the clock ‘off at five’ rule you had, and would often stay behind to get everything perfect.

A real stickler for law.

You walked to the train station and jumped on the next one that rolled slowly into the subway. On your way home, your anxiety flared again. You hadn’t even answered Helaena’s texts asking about how you were and how Aemond was. Each time your fingers hovered over the notification a wave of guilt would crash over you.

You didn’t even know how to respond to it. What could you say? ‘Everything is great! It’s super awkward, but so fine. By the way, did I mention that I almost let your brother take me against the kitchen bench? Haha, anyway, how are you?’

You shuddered at even the thought of telling her yet.

Stopping at the grocery store, you decided to pick up some things you knew you were running low on, as well as grabbing the ingredients you needed to make dinner with for the night.

What you hadn’t expected when you arrived home, was the smell of cooking food filling the apartment and the sound of sizzling vegetables coming from the stove, ‘Kletka - Molchat Doma’ streaming out of your speaker. You chucked your keys in the dish atop Aemond’s and kicked off your shoes, shuffling to the kitchen.

He stood facing the stove, hair pulled back in a low and messy bun, shorter strands tucked behind his ears.

The tall man had changed out of his running gear, and was in a black t-shirt and some black dickies cuffed at the bottom, large black Doc Martins tied tightly on his feet.

You watched as his shoulders spread, muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he cooked, the smell of spices filling the kitchen and lounge room.

It smelt so good that your mouth watered.

Aemond effortlessly flipped food in a pan, arm tight and tensed, veins visible on his pale skin as he worked. It was almost enchanting watching him cook, and your stomach did a flip as you gazed, warmth spreading into your gut.

“You going to stand and watch the whole time?”

You tensed, and sheepishly cleared your throat, “What are you cooking?” You walked over to stand next to him, his eye slipping to you from the corner of his eye as he continued to flip and stir the food.

“Dinner.”

You snorted, “I can see that.” You turned away and began to put your groceries and things away, opening the fridge to see that it was already full.

Aemond had gone grocery shopping.

“Do you eat meat?” He asked, chucking in some before you answered.

“Yea, I do.”

He hummed, flicking a finger out to turn the speaker down slightly so he could hear you better. He reached above him and pulled down two bowls, stirring the dinner again in the saucepan before he flicked it over into the two bowls.

He spun and gave you one, turning the speaker off.

Aemond made you dinner.

“Oh, thanks.” You uttered, taking the bowl from his hands before digging into the cutlery draw to pull out two forks.

Aemond hummed again, grabbing a fork from your hand as he turned the stove off and grabbed his own bowl, moving to the couch to eat. You followed after him, still in your work clothes and sat on the opposite end of the couch, feeling static energy between you both.

He flicked on the tv and began eating, dropping his phone on the table face down. You followed and began eating, watching some show about dragons and royalty.

The dinner was amazing.

You even groaned audibly as you ate.

Aemond was a good cook.

“This is amazing.” You complimented him, shoving another forkful into your mouth, flavour exploding on your tongue.

Aemond hummed in acknowledgement.

“Who taught you to cook like this?”

“Helaena.” He smiled.

“Of course she did.” You chuckled, feeling the tension between you begin to dissolve.

This was fine.

You could pretend nothing happened.

He totally didn't have you pressed against the kitchen bench with his finger on your cunt last night.

“How was work?” He turned his head to you, eye concentrated on your face, watching your reaction.

You groaned, “Shit. Gwayne did a Harold Holt and left me to clean up the mess.”

Aemond’s brows frowned, “Harold Holt?”

You flicked your hand in dismissal, “Australian Prime Minister. Anyway, absolute nightmare of a day, so thanks for dinner. I was thinking after I got groceries I would just come home and make some noodles.”

Aemond smirked, and your stomach fluttered at the sight, “I got groceries too.”

You smirked back, “I saw that. Thanks by the way. Great minds do think alike.”

The coffee table buzzed from Aemond’s phone, once, twice, three times in succession. You watched as a long arm reached out to press the silence button, dropping it back onto the table with a huff.

You polished off your dinner, watching the show together.

“Why doesn’t she just take her dragons to the castle and kill everyone?” You watched the silver haired woman on the screen and couldn’t help but think of the man beside you.

“That would mean she kills innocents and proves a point to her enemies that she is cruel like her father.” Aemond mused.

His phone buzzed again.

“But she’s proven that she’s not. If anything, she’s shown restraint and empathy.” You argued, before a large smirk wound on your face, “Now that I look at her, you guys look similar. You’re more brooding though.”

“Brooding again.” Aemond huffed a laugh and you followed.

“Brooding and a chef. You won’t get any complaints from me.” You paused tilting your head and nodded to the screen, “If I was her I’d just kill everyone.”

“Spoken like a true tyrant.”

“Tyrant of this apartment, and this apartment only. Maybe my office cubicle if my boss is being particularly slimy.”

Aemond hummed, “Larys giving you a hard time?”

You grimaced, “When does he not? I don’t know what your mum sees in him.” Aemond nodded in agreement, “At least I don’t work under Tyland Lannister, he would be a nightmare not even I could survive.”

The thought of working under your ex’s brother made your skin crawl, you didn’t even want to think about it.

The table vibrated again, and then again. Aemond snatched up his phone, pale brows frowning as he looked at the screen. His lips twitched and you watched any inkling of the good mood he had been in disappear.

He threw his phone down on the table with more force than needed, the sound causing you to flinch.

“Who’s that? Don’t tell me Aegon’s stuck in some sorority bathroom again.” You tried to lighten the mood, teasing tone in your voice.

Aemond’s cheek twitched and you watched as his hands flexed, “No one.” His voice came out almost like a growl.

You felt a pang of concern for him, “Are you ok?”

Aemond stood abruptly, grabbing his bowl and shoving his phone into his pocket roughly, “Drop it.”

You blinked up at him as he snatched your finished bowl and made his way to the kitchen.

Over the next two days Aemond avoided you completely, leaving early and coming home late, opting to either eat outside of the house or in his room. His avoidance of the apartment came at a great relief as well as a disappointment.

You were back to square one, and you had a sneaking suspicion that his mood came from either his ex or news of his father.

You had finally replied back to Helaena, shooting her an apology and then calling her after to tell her about work and see how she was doing. She sounded a bit shorter than usual, but she told you that being back with the family had been tense, and that her dad was not doing great.

You wished you could console her, hold her and let her cry, but you were stuck in the house with her brother and unable to go to her with the pile of work that was mounting on your desk.

When she had asked about Aemond, your heart had raced in your chest, anxiety peaking as you lied and told her that he was nice enough but rarely home. You didn’t tell her about your kiss in the kitchen, or how his hand had gone up your dress, and guilt ate away at you because of this.

You told yourself you would tell her, but not now. Not with everything else going on in her life. You couldn’t add another pile of flaming shit to the stress she was going through.

You would reap the consequences later.

After the third day had passed of Aemond avoidance of you, you found him in the kitchen that morning where you had found him on Monday, leant against the bench, coffee in hand, and a steaming mug of tea beside him.

An apology.

Or at least, one in his opinion.

He greeted you with a soft and rumbling ‘morning’ before he left to go on his run, leaving you with the tea. You stood leant against the bench and drank the brew that was perfectly steeped to your liking.

Helaena must have told him how you liked it, or maybe he taken a good guess. Either way, you were gladdened for his shite apology and drank it happily.

You went to work and made sure to politely chew Gwayne out with multiple ‘per my last email’s and flooded him with rebooked meetings that were back to back for him to chase up on. He had come to your desk, leaning against it as he watched you and explained the reason for his absence, all the while Jasper pretended to not be listening in.

Gwayne often tried to ‘connect’ with you on a more personal level, but he annoyed you more than anything. He had this air around him that screamed ‘Trad Wife Fantasy’ and you were definitely not one to entertain that. Misogyny seemed to be ripe in the Hightower circles.

When you had got home that evening, Aemond was not, and so you began to heat up leftovers from the night before.

The apartment had felt cold despite the warmth outside, and you realised that the aircon had been left on for likely the whole day. You turned it off, making a note to check it before you leave in the mornings, chucking on an oversized jumper before sitting down to eat.

You flicked on the tv to put a show on and zone out, needing to let your brain turn to mush after the long day, before finishing your meal and putting your dishes in the washer. You were curled up amongst the pillows with your jumper sleeves tucked over your hands when you heard keys be pushed into the door.

Aemond entered the apartment, long silver hair shifting against his back as he sauntered in. His eye dropped to you on the couch and gave you a small nod. You nodded back, greeting him with a small ‘hey’ before going back to watching the television.

Aemond moved about the kitchen to make himself dinner and you scrolled through your phone, wondering if you should reply to Cregan’s text asking if you wanted to go out drinking with him and the boys that weekend.

The couch dipped beside you, Aemond having sat in the centre of the couch, thigh brushing against yours.

“What’re you watching?” He asked, face turned to the tv.

You turned to look at Aemond’s, who’s attention was locked on the screen.

Everything about him was so severe. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the music he listened to, all way to how he interacted with others, and his features reflected it. His nose was long and sharp, and it matched his chin and jaw, his scar slicing through his eye to his cheek.

But his lips were different. They weren’t sharp like the rest of him, they were soft. So soft, and the way he had held you in the kitchen was softer than you had expected he would have been.

You had expected him to grip your neck roughly, whisper in your ear obscenities, shove you backwards into the shelves, and bend you over the bench to wrench your dress over your ass, and d-

His face turned to you as he asked you again, and you swallowed feeling heat rise in your cheeks, “Some show about a zombie apocalypse.” You answered.

Was it hot in here?

Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

Aemond hummed, lifting a long leg to cross over a knee, his thigh hovering above yours, as warmth from his body spread up through you, travelling straight to your gut.

He smelt good.

Spicy and dark, with a hint of cigarette hanging in the undertones.

Feeling suddenly warm, you gripped the underside of your jumper and lifted, pulling it up and over your head. Cool air met your stomach and chest, and you snapped a hand down to pull the shirt that had gotten caught in your jumper back over your skin.

Shit.

One arm after the other, you took the jumper off in a flustered set of movements, chucking it onto the arm of the couch as you tried to hide the blush of your cheeks.

Ok.

He hadn’t said anything.

Clearly he hadn’t seen otherwise he would have said something. It was Aemond, he would have been snarky and sarcastic or chastising. It’s fine. So fine. Totally fine. Not as if you didn’t just flash him. Not at all.

Everything was fine.

You sat for a moment, adjusting yourself against the couch cushions, suddenly not being able to get comfortable, feeling a shyness spread through your chest. You breathed shallowly. A peak couldn’t hurt. You let your head turn slightly to look at Aemond.

His jaw was clenched, hand against his knee in a tight fist, small blush on his cheeks.

The couch vibrated and Aemond stiffened, this time not reaching to look at his phone.

Okay.

Maybe he had seen.

Fuck.

You stood awkwardly, grabbing the discarded jumper. Aemond looked up, watching you, chest rising and falling slowly beneath his shirt.

“Gonna have a shower,” You blurted, watching his silver lashes blink up at you, “Unless you want first dibs?”

Aemond shook his head and you moved away, walking straight to the bathroom.

Your stomach was full of butterflies as you made your way to the bathroom, stripping quickly to turn on the shower and let the water run cold, trying to cool the rising heat inside of you.

You spent ample time in there, goosebumps erupting on your skin as you attempted to ignore the way the man in your lounge room stoked a fire within you.

But no matter how hard you tried, it didn’t work.

You turned off the shower and stepped out, looking over at the towel rack to grab your towel to dry yourself.

Nothing.

Fuck.

On the back of the door was Helaena’s lilac silk robe, something she always wore when you would do a girls night in, face masks and hair care, and painted nails with your favourite movie, always Pride and Prejudice (2005 version), and a bottle of red. You grabbed the robe off the rack and threw it over your body, the silk clinging to your wet skin.

You swung the door open to run to the linen closet and grab yourself a new towel, running straight into a warm and broad chest. Hands steadied your shoulders as you stumbled backwards, eyes snapping up to meet Aemond’s gaze.

His fingers were tight around your arms, clenched into your flesh as he looked down at you. You swallowed, breathing heavily as your heart raced, the air between you charged.

“You can let go of me now.” You breathed, still in his grip as he looked at you.

His gaze darkened as his eye roamed down your body, and you felt heat brushing against your skin from it. Aemond’s gaze dropped further down still, hovering over your chest as he breathed heavily.

His fingers twitched and then skated down your arms to his side, raising goosebumps along your skin. He took a step back as you moved around him to open the linen cupboard, pulling down a towel.

From behind you could still feel his eye roaming over you, warmth sliding down your spine and into your gut. You gave him a small and shy smile before you stepped back into the bathroom, towel held against your chest.

Why was he staring at you like that?

You turned in the bathroom and caught your reflection in the mirror, you could now see why.

The thin lilac silk had stuck to your wet skin, becoming almost sheer, patches of the wet robe clinging to your curves, whilst the rest was dry and soft. The dark of your nipples were revealed against the soft material, and the curve of your breast was visible.

You blushed deeply, taking off the robe to hang it back the door to dry as you towelled yourself down, dressing into some comfortable pyjamas to get ready for bed.

Anxiety nipped at you again.

Gods.

Had you just flashed him twice in one day?

What was he going to think of you?

He probably thought you were doing it on purpose.

Deciding to go back out to the lounge room and swallow the embarrassment that sat heavily in the back of your throat, you trudged quietly into the room, Aemond sitting stiffly on the couch as he continued to watch the show that was still playing on the screen.

When you sat beside him, his head had turned slightly to look at you, eye taking in your now clothed form, a blush spreading across your cheeks. You tucked your legs beneath you and began to watch it, still feeling his gaze solely on you, and no longer paying attention to whatever was on the screen.

“Did anyone die?” You asked, not daring to turn your head to fully face him, knowing that you would lose all composure once you did.

“Don’t think so.” Aemond’s voice was low and gravelly and it made you shift on the cushion.

You made an awkward sound in the back of your throat, an attempt at a laugh, but it came out more like a whine, “That’s good then, I don’t want to miss anything important.”

Aemond huffed, “You could have paused it.”

His shift in demeanour caught you off guard, “But you were watching it.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Then how do you know if anyone died?”

“I don’t.”

You turned your face to look at him annoyed, “Then why say no-one died?”

Aemond lifted a brow at you, lips beginning to pull down, “I didn’t say that at all. I said I didn’t think so.”

“That implies you were paying attention.” You argued, feeling annoyed at his snarky attitude again.

Aemond dragged an irritated hand through his hair, “I don’t care about your stupid fucking show. If you didn’t want to miss something, then maybe you should have been smart and paused it.”

Your head reared back as you looked at him, his mood rapidly having soured, “What the fuck is your problem?”

The man let out a hollow laugh, “Fuck off.”

His phone vibrated in the couch cushions.

“No seriously dude. What is your deal? You’ve been on my dick ever since you moved in. I’m doing you a favour here.”

Anger flashed across the Targaryens face, his brows pulling down into a sneer as his scar crinkled across his cheek, “You think you’re doing me a favour?”

You were wrong, his lips could be sharp.

Buzz.

You turned on the couch to face him, “You’re the one who needed change. Who needed to leave Harrenhal and come back here. You took Helaena’s room so you could get settled and start fresh.”

“You don’t know anything about what I need.”

Buzz.

“You need to check your phone for a start, because whoever is messaging you is clearly desperate to get in touch. Maybe it’s Alys.”

The air in the room dropped, and Aemond’s face became stoney, as though he had pushed away all emotions to the back of his mind with cool practice. The way his posture had even changed looked as though he was on guard, ready to fight.

Regret flooded you as you looked at him.

You felt immediately terrible, having crossed a line that should never had been crossed. You knew his break up with Alys was bad, and their relationship was not great, and you had just rubbed that in his face.

“That was uncalled for, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.” You apologised quietly, watching as his chest rose and fell jaggedly.

Aemond’s jaw was tensed, lips pursed together in a hard line as his eye narrowed on you, “Do you want to know what my problem is?” He leant forward, voice barely higher than a whisper.

You swallowed.

“My problem is that I live with someone who parades herself half naked around the apartment, and brings home men to fuck her loudly, all night, like a tart.”

You blanched, anger rising up your throat, “A tart? Wow.” Your voice dropped, “That's low. Even for you, Aemond.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough.” You sneered, standing from the couch to look down at him, “You have this ‘woe is me’ performance down to a T, when in reality you were born into a family of old money, not having to work a single day in your life, yet you still act as though you are downtrodden. You’re a spoilt, narcissistic asshole who looks down his purebred nose at people. You have more in common with Jason Lannister than you’d like to think.” You spun on your heel, anger bursting inside of you as you moved to storm away from the lounge room and into your bedroom.

Aemond’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist tightly as he began to stand, “Is that what you really think?”

“It’s what I know. You’ve so far treated me as lesser than the dirt on the bottom of your shoe. You’ve got some serious social deficiencies, Aemond. Did Daddy not hug you enough as a child?” You mocked, striking him where you knew it would hurt the most.

Fuck him.

Fuck being nice.

Arrogant, rich, prick.

Aemond straightened to his full height above you, looking down as he silently seethed. The air around you was charged, and the tension continued to mount as he watched you, eye locked on yours.

“Careful, bunny.”

“Stop fucking calling me that.”

“Why?” His voice dropped, “It’s what you like, isn’t it? Being called bunny, being treated rough. I could bend you over this couch right now and I bet you’d be soaked.”

Your eyes widened, breath stilling in your chest.

Aemond took another step forward, dropping your wrist, “I’m right aren’t I? You act out like this because you want to be put in your place. You want to be a brat so daddy will fuck you, don’t you?”

A chill ran down your spine as he loomed above you, “Don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly, eyes narrowing, “Fuck you.”

Aemond chuckled, “I bet you’d love that.” His hand moved swiftly, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, tingles rippling down your neck.

His hand kept going, brushing through your hair softly, before he gripped a large chunk harshly at the nape of your neck.

A shocked gasp fell from your lips.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

Defiant until the end.

“No?” His brows raised, “Then if I check, you wouldn’t be dripping right now, would you?”

You raised your head in false bravado, a blush creeping across your skin, standing as impossibly still as you could. Challenging him.

Aemond hummed, spinning you around by the grip on your hair, swiftly bending you over the arm of the couch. A cry fell from your lips as your hips and stomach collided with the edge, hands gripping the side to catch yourself.

Your heart was beating against your ribs as you shifted in anticipation, the heat of Aemond’s body loomed behind you as he bent over you, lips coming to beside your ear.

“Now, if I check, and you are wet, you’re in trouble.” He purred.

You squirmed, his hand tugging on your tendrils sending pleasure down your spine and straight to your core. He chuckled, and you whined again, feeling one of his large palms skate down your side agonisingly slow before he reached your pyjama bottoms.

Aemond’s long fingers dipped beneath the elastic and paused for a moment, as though he was giving you a second to say no. But you said nothing, eyes focused on the cushion in front of you as he tugged the shorts down in one swift yank.

Aemond tutted behind you, dragging one long finger to swipe through your folds. Your back arched as you whined, teasing pleasure rippling up through you.

You could feel how wet you were, and your thighs rubbed together in anticipation of what was to come.

He clicked his tongue at you, “You’re soaked.” Aemond’s hand left your core and you turned your head to look at him, watching as he brought the slick finger up to his lips to suck.

Your lips parted as your watched, his eye sliding shut as he licked his finger clean, humming.

“So sweet.” He cooed, “But I was right.” His voice lowered, and he loomed back over you, looking into your eye as his face hardened, “You’ve been such a brat tonight.”

You shook your head, tilting your hips back towards him, biting your lip as you looked at him. A smirk wound on his face as he watched you, hand moving back between your thighs where they instantly found your bud.

He pressed into it meanly, and a sharp cry fell from your lips.

“Shut up.” He hissed, diving two long fingers into your core with no warning.

Your eyes clenched shut as he immediately began to fuck his digits in and out of you, delicious stretch blooming within as the lewd sound of your wetness was all to be heard over your shallow breaths.

Aemond stayed bent over you, watching your face contort with pleasure as you tried to keep your moans inside, biting your lip roughly.

It was so hard.

Every drag of his fingers found the soft spongey spot within you with practised precision and without mercy, roughly pressing into it with each thrust of his hand, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine and heat to settle in your gut.

“So quiet now.” He teased, “Where’s that attitude gone?”

“Fuck you.” You grit through your teeth panting, eyes half lidded.

Aemond huffed, straightening up to his full height as his other hand pressed down on your lower back, pinning you to the couch arm. His hand began to fuck into you rapidly, slick leaking down your thighs as you writhed beneath his grip, coil beginning to tighten.

A broken moan fell erupted from your lips as the knuckles of his hand beat harshly against your clit, pain and pleasure being pulled through you in equal measure. The pain eventually being overridden by the euphoria that he was pulling from you.

Your walls tightened around his fingers and you felt him shift, the width of his other hand spreading widely across your back as he knelt behind you. You squeaked, trying to move, feeling suddenly shy, which earnt you a particularly harsh swat against the flesh of your ass.

“Stay still.” Aemond growled, and you did, feeling the warm of his breath at your core.

Your legs shook as his fingers were pulled from within, and you heard him lap at his digits once more, humming almost pornagraphically.

“Such a dirty, little girl. So wet and wanting for daddy, aren’t you? Such a slut.”

You mewled, hips shifting upwards, trying to take his fingers back inside of you.

You were so close, so fucking close.

Aemond leant forward, and dragged a wide stripe with his tongue up through your folds, humming as he moved, his sharp nose pressing into your backside.

“Fuck.” You whined, jolting forward.

Aemond’s hands grabbed your cheeks and spread them wide in a bruising grip before he dived between your folds, licking and sucking at your pearl with no abandon, your release coming closer and closer with every swipe of his skilled tongue.

He moaned as he lapped at your arousal, tongue dipping between your folds to collect it straight from the source. Aemond’s fingers dug into your flesh meanly as you whined, hips jerking backwards, chasing your release. He held you still, fucking you with his tongue as your climax hurtled towards you.

“Please.” You begged, fingers gripping the couch for dear life, knuckles going white.

Aemond paused and pulled back, “Please what?” He asked coyly.

You groaned, “Please make me cum.”

“But you don’t deserve that, do you? You’ve been a bitch all night, haven’t you?”

You whined, pushing your hips back as you felt him stand behind you again, “Not true.” You argued pathetically, “You were mean first.”

Aemond’s hand pulled your head back by your hair, eye boring into your own, “You haven’t seen mean at all, princess.”

His fingers pressed back into your walls, head still wrenched back painfully as he fucked his hand into you harder and faster than before, the coil within winding rapidly.

“Fuck. Fuck. Aemond, fuck.”

“Not my name.” He yanked on your hair, pain pulling at your scalp, “What’s my name?”

“Aemond.” You breathed jaggedly, last bit of cheekiness coming through.

His hand stilled inside of you, “No.”

You wriggled and whined, trying to push yourself back to fuck yourself on his fingers. His grip in your hair tightened again, preventing you from making any movements as he kept his fingers still.

A warning.

You swallowed the last of your pride, and whimpered, “Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Aemond cooed, his hand began to fuck into you again, thumb curling beneath to press into your bud and rub with every thrust, “Beg.”

You whined, biting your lips as pleasure began to mount, your release so close you could begin to feel the peak.

“Beg.” He growled again, thrusts getting harder.

“Please,” You sobbed out, “Please let me cum. Please let me cum, daddy.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He mocked, fucking his hand into you as fast as he could go.

The swirling of his thumb combined with his fingers moving rapidly, caused heat to bloom through your gut as your breath held in your chest. It was all too much, and the coil within wound pathetically fast as his skilled hand brought you to your peak.

“There you go.” He cooed from behind, feeling your walls clench around his digits, “Good girl.”

You came with a cry, hips pressing backwards into his hand as he fucked you through your climax, drawing out each and every inch of pleasure that he could. The room was filled with your moans and whines, the wet sound of your heat engulfing his fingers behind you.

Aemond slowed his thrusts down as you slumped against the arm of the couch, mind going fuzzy as pleasure coursed through your veins. Aemond removed his fingers carefully, wiping your slick on the inside of your thighs as you felt him look down at you.

Buzz.

You breathed heavily, lost in bliss as a small smile wound on your cheeks. You heard him chuckle behind you at the sight. Completely fucked out on the couch. And only with his hands and mouth.

Buzz.

“You gonna get that?” You sighed dreamily, pants still pushed down to your knees as lay slumped in a daze.

Buzz.

You turned your head to look at Aemond as he pulled out his phone in agitation, face scowling at the screen. You moved to sit on the arm of the couch, pulling your shorts up as you looked at him scrolling through his notifications.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, feeling concern at seeing his sudden change in nature, “Is it your dad?”

His cool gaze flicked to your face, and you felt the warmth that had once surrounded you grow cold. It was like he had flicked a switch, “How about you mind your own business.” He scowled.

You furrowed your brows at him, “Woah, relax. I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

Aemond scoffed, shoving his phone back into his back pocket, “Are you always this overbearing?”

You blanched.

What the fuck?

Buzz.

“What?” You said in disbelief, brows furrowing.

“Oh, please.” He growled angrily, “Making me dinner, asking after me all the time. If I had known you were that desperate-“

“-Desperate?”

A flash of regret washed over Aemond’s face. He sighed through his nose and stepped towards you, “Y/n, I-“

“Don’t.” You held a hand up, feeling tears begin to prickle at your eyes standing on shaky legs, “This was a mistake.”

Aemond’s face dropped.

The silver haired man sighed again, “If you would just l-“

“If you treated Alys half as bad as this, it’s no wonder she left you.” You snapped, watching as his jaw tensed, feeling an ache bloom in your chest, “You have no regard for anyone else but yourself, and what we just did was a lapse in my judgement. I thought that you-“ You paused and swallowed, not bothering to finish what you were going to say.

Aemond stood deathly still as you sped past him, not waiting for his response as you fled to your bedroom, slamming your door shut behind you. You crawled immediately into the sheets, tears finally falling from your eyes as you cried softly, turning onto your side to curl in on yourself.

You felt used.

If there was one thing that you knew, it was that Aemond was not a good person, no matter what Helaena said.

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codename-adler · 1 year ago

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AftG AUs I NEED : An Open Invitation to All Writers

sharing ideas i’ve toyed with for so long but i’m beginning to accept i prolly won’t ever write, thus i’m taking a chance some of these will bewitch someone out there body and soul, and i’ll be able to scratch the itch a little… the more the merrier after all !

The Last of Us : either a romantic version of Joel & Ellie’s dynamic (obv. with the ages adjusted) /OR/ episode 3 AU 🥲 [any ship] {EDIT: i KNOW it’s been done already once, twice, but i *need* more! not just with Andreil! let’s be explorers of possibilities, cmon!!}

Detroit: Become Human : this one i’m really only thinking of Andreil, with either as android and the other as human… i don’t necessarily see them conforming to a specific plot line from the game, i think the android/human dynamic is interesting enough and fits them perfectly, but go off i guess !

Brokeback Mountain : i don’t really need to explain this one do i? happy ending vs. canon character death, that is the true question… [any ship]

Titanic : it’s got so many options and tropes, it’s like a buffet for fic writers ! could be used as setting only, or follow Jack & Rose’s tragic (or not!) love story. [any ship]

The Haunting of Bly Manor : Jamie & Dani haunt me still. great opportunity for Renison, Lailalvarez or Kathea, or perhaps a gender swap on mlm ship? or not, leave them boys as is. haunt me, it’s all i ask. [any ship]

BBC Johnlock : don’t shoot the messenger alright? sorry for the ptsd flashbacks btw. i just think their dynamic and crime/detective AU are great opportunities. i’m personally partial to Jeanaaron for this one, as they were my og idea bc the similarities are??? amazing??? Sherlock!Jean & Watson!Aaron, and the Reichenbach Fall??? so neat. but really, [any ship]

The Maze Runner : Thominewt // Kandreil !?!?!? it’s right there! [any ship] tho.

SKAM : ofc Robbe & Sander from WtFock are physically the perfect Andreil which leads to a great adaptation opportunity here, but Élu from SkamFr are also a great blueprint for a Kevaaron story. honestly any S3 Skam + [any ship]

Dune : listen, i don’t have all the answers. idk how that would even work. but surely you can figure smth out ! [any ship]

Inception : i love the movie. i love hans zimmer. i love Arthur x Eames. NORA SAKAVIC LOVES ARTHUR x EAMES. they’ve got such Andreil vibes, but so do Jerejean, even Renison. and the Foxes as dream crew??? so perf it’s insane. give me and Miss Sakavic what we really want. [any ship]

The Fault in Our Stars : 🥲 [any ship]

CA: The Winter Soldier / Civil War : so it’s kind of like an amnesia AU, but more angsty bc Stucky dynamic. Andreil’s the perfect fit, but who knows who else… [any ship]

Jujutsu Kaisen : 🥲🥲 [any ship.s]

Attack on Titan : 🥲🥲🥲 endless, endless paths… to pain ! [any ship.s]

How I Live Now : is that too niche? or too boring? 🤷‍♀️ (also let’s leave out the cousin thingy…) [any ship]

Red, White & Royal Blue : duh. (but not so duh, apparently, since i’ve yet to read it !!!) [any ship]

The Old Guard : oh the possibilities… Yusuf & Niccolo my loves… nobody be doing it like them, nobody. absolutely one of the most movie ever… top 10 of mine for sure. ugh, gosh ! foxes as Immortals?? the action, the mystery, the soulmates?? please i’m begging. [any ship]

that's what i'm letting go of for now... if anything inspires you, please tag me in your works so i can indulge in and appreciate what you've come up with!!

Love, Adler xx

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minnasota-smith · 3 months ago

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This is the final page of my FateStuck lore post. Find the rest here.

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Fatestuck Trolls Set 2 of 2

As John and Vriska were doing their needless experiment with Ecto Biology labs, Gamzee saw an opportunity to scheme for the return of his Mirthful Messiah.

To this end, he channeled his magicks into the machines that carried their gene codes, and implanted the codes of their dancesters as well. Guided by his own twisted intuition, he intends to create potential agents for his God.

While half of them were made by John and Vriska, all 6 ended up on Alternia's sister planet, Ainretla.

(Ghost-Author's Note: This was just done to give some name variety in set 2, which itself wasn't initually intended to be canon to Fatestuck, but then I, the writer, was SO enthusiastic with the deisgns, they became so. The character profile philosophy was made under the assumption they were basically just… more Alpha Troll fusions.

TL;DR, don't think about it too much.)

Araloz Serara, fusion of Kurloz and Aranea. Made by Gamzee Makara.

Name is pronounced: Ah-rah-low-ss Suh-rawr-ra

Trollian Tag: umbralPilosa

Strife Specibus: None (Chucklevoodoos)

Fetch Modus: Fortune

Lusus: FROG Dad

One of the few Trolls in this whole group who knows a damn thing about anything. Because unlike most, she has insider info.

She knows about the Ecto-Labs, she knows Sburb is a death sentence, she knows Gamzee is planning something, and she even knows her intended purpose.

Araloz was made with the intention of making the Ultimate Weapon for this game. Someone with the cunning mind of a Serket, and the powerhouse rage of a Makara. She was made to be brilliant, tactical, and above all, capable of ruthless destruction.

…So naturally she just went "nah" to all of that shit. Araloz knows who her real friends are, she only intends to use her gifts to keep THEM safe. Destiny can suck it, and life bends to HER whims.

To most, Araloz seems like the most unassuming gremlin imaginable. Her entire existence seems to just be chilling out and fucking with people. She gives off vibes like a stoner, but hasn't done any substances.

She's missing an arm AND an eye, and she refuses to elaborate how. She wasn't anywhere near "The Incident", nor was she anywhere near "The Hunt." It seems unrelated to ANYTHING her friends were up to, and she often just makes up joke versions of what happened.

Araloz has no weapon, she's instead used her given potential to harness the Chucklevoodoos, manifesting Rage to move objects, form constructs, and enhance her damage output.

She's glad Gamzee was dumb enough to give her this potential, and even moreso to her bestie and informant who helped her prepare for whats to come. There are some REAL monsters coming, and she's ready for them all.

She's glad to have a friend like Gamzee on her side. Hmm? Oh, not THAT Gamzee, the other one. Hehe, confusing? Good. ::::o) honk.

…Just one secret from her to you, Her Imperius Condescension died ages ago. Thought you'd wanna know.

Mitrim Capyam, Fusion of Mituna and Porrim. Made by Vriska (and John) via button mashing.

Name is pronounced: Me-trim Cap-yum

Trollian Tag: haughtyOdyssey

Strife Specibus: Lipstick/lShotgunkind

Fetch Modus: MS Paint

Lusus: Mama Swan

Araloz's bestie, and probably the most snobbish of art snobs. Mitrim dedicates almost every hour of her day to her craft. Sculpture, Painting, Poetry, any and all manner of creation she'll gladly tackle, if perhaps not so much in fashion.

She's an oldschool gamer, and likes to spend her free time challenging herself with thinkpan splitting difficulty. Somehow the frustration is almost a kind of zen state for her.

When not practicing her arts and games, she often works on her marksmanship with her weapon, a lipstick that can turn into a Shotgun. Her aim is quite good, and she's very familiar with the range.

Every day she perfects her crafts. Pursuing finer and finer arts, taking on more obscure challenges in her well worn game collection, perfecting her aim.

She has to just keep focussing. Hone it in, leave no mistakes, do everything right. None can surpass her, none can defeat her. None can… None can…

…She cries easily these days. She has a swan's heart, much like her Lusus. Easy to break, so much so it could kill her.

Ever since "The Hunt," her friend… he calls himself The Vile now, hasn't been the same. He's raging against the world, hostile to anyone in the upper blood caste, clearly masking pain with vitriol.

They rarely speak, The Vile never engages. Mitrim knows the reason, she never reveals her real blood color to anyone outside her most trusted friends.

She'd give anything to just SAY it, at least then she could try and get to know this version of him. Offer some comfort, help him through it.

But… But she… she just… she… can't. She can't risk it. She's sure to be culled, or worse, grafted into a starship's engine for Her Impirius Condescension.

She's never going to fill a Quadrant, she can't contribute anything of worth, she can't even fight…

She's tried dozens of times to start using PROPER ammunition in her shotgun, she HAS the shells for it. But she can't bring herself to load the barrel. She ONLY uses beanbag rounds, the thought of killing anyone is unthinkable to her.

And even if the Drones came, even if her life was on the line.

Even then.

All she could do is weep.

Meeioh Pieram, fusion of Meenah and Rufioh. Made by Vriska (and John) via button mashing.

Name is pronounced: Meow Pie-ram

Trollian Tag: untamedPoise

Strife Specibus: Meleekind, Fangkind

Fetch Modus: Cooking

Lusus: Madre Mantis Shrimp

Known by her friends as one of the sweetest trolls they know, known by her CLOSEST friends as a nigh unbeatable force of nature in combat.

Her Lusus, Madre Mantis Shrimp, trained her to achieve unbelievable feats of strength and speed, giving her the strongest punching force of ANY Troll, possibly ever.

This training was positively horrific for her hands in specific, which had to break and heal countless times across her years of combat. By now, the carapace has hardened so densely that they're night unbreakable. As a result, the tone of grey the shell reformed in differs from the rest of her, becoming darker.

This doesn't affect her appearance TOO much… However, the excessive damage and scarring has left her wrists covered in horrific cracks, fissures, and bumpy uneven shell. It's the one trait she doesn't like showing, so golden bracelets are worn consistently to hide this.

Due to the innate stiffness of the carapace on her hands, she lacks the dexterity to wield traditional weapons or type on a keyboard, but luckily voice to text solves that part. And as for weapons, the only things she really needs are her teeth and fists. At the very least, she can still hold objects decently well if she has to.

To those in the know, she can seem almost monstrous. She has a ravenous appetite, and tends to hunt Lussi for her feed. Usually large imposing ones, but always ones lacking a Troll to care for. She's a passionate cook, and half the time she's mostly hunting so she can try new recipes, though she always makes the most of her prize. Her favorite method is bleeding them dry with select bites, her teeth plenty sharp and great for the job.

Still, she likes that not everyone has to see her for all this violence alone. She really does enjoy being a kind and peaceful Troll, even has hopeful aspirations for a better future, like her supposed rival heiress to the throne on Alternia. She isn't even sure they exist!

Although… Peace isn't looking so good right now. Never mind "The Incident" her girlfriend had to go through, both worlds are in turmoil right now! Nobody has gotten word from Her Impirius Condescension in years. No battle plans, no execution orders, no cullings or inductions into the imperial army, nothing!

And now Trolls on all sides are at eachothers throats, trying to prepare for her return. Afraid that complacency and laziness will have them all culled. Everyone's afraid, nobody trusts eachother… And now folks are talking about her killing the competition to just take the throne already… She's only 6 sweeps old by now, no one can fix something this bad with this little experience.

How many more "Hunts" do we need to have until it's done?

Still… at least with Sburb she'll get to meet her girlfriend. Fefkat is so nervous about how they'll react to eachothers bloods, but thats nonsense. Everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

Meukat Leitas, fusion of Meulin and Kankri. Though, notably, when John and Vriska had set the machine to use said codes, a strange glitch occurred and seemed to throw in Karkat and Nepeta's genes too… And somehow left a kittyface on the monitor, like so. :33

Name is pronounced: Mew-cat Lie-tass

Trollian Tag: snugGoober

Strife Specibus: KunaiWChainkind

Fetch Modus: Pictionary + Encryption

Lusus: Mom Squirroo

In a world of Darwinian thinking, with blood and trauma on all sides, somehow Meukat has found a perfect inner peace.

If she had to describe it, it's as if Fate was corrected. A union of souls in a loving embrace, manifesting as a Troll. As if Utopia were a state of mind, and she had it from birth. The satisfaction of a happy ending, and yet the credits never roll. It felt like the kind of peace that could only occur after centuries of rage.

Whatever chance happenstance made this happen, Meukat is at peace with the world. Living a cozy life as a cave dwelling dork. Dawing cute fanart, taking naps often, and wearing what's cozy till it wears out and then sewing it back together herself. (With some mistakes here and there, like attempting to turn her cat hat into a hoodie, but sewing one side into the sleeve. But it's whatever.)

Her sleep schedule is… just the worst, purely because her naps throw off her internal clock and she loves being awake so she stays up late. Coffee addiction doesn't exactly help this, but it adds to her flowstate.

She's also VERY Autistic, obviously so to all her friends. Which makes her particularly huggy, supportive, and clingy. Some call it cringe, she calls it freedom.

She's also 1000000% besties with The Vile. He can be a dork at times, and very clueless, but Meukat gave her best furnished cave to him for a reason.

Because when someone's been through as much hell as he has, a generous gift from a friend is more than warranted. Poor guy…

Latara Pyrido, fusion of Latula and Damara. Created by Gamzee to combine Pyrope's desire to enforce authority with the sheer power and potential of a Megido.

Name is pronounced: Lah-tar-ah Pie-ree-doh

Trollian Tag: unyieldingSeriph

Strife Specibus: Canekind

Fetch Modus: Luck

Lusus: Father Owl

The definition of "by the books." In fact, that's hardly a proper description. Latara is not just dedicated to the rule of law, not even just dedicated to criminal punishment. Rather, she REVELS in enforcing law, narcing on her friends, and throwing the book at anyone who looks at her wrong.

She has a deeply seeded, extremely fierce, and often passionate rivalry with Nepezi. That hooligan is Number 1 in her most wanted list, and she carries one of Nepezi's quarters with her at all times to remind her of her mission. (Like, seriously, quarters in a sock? Evil, dungeon, forever dungeon.)

With cane sword in hand, she's more than ready for her life's goal to be finished. She and Nepezi will finally be in the same space, ready for the only logical conclusion to their intense rivalry.

A makeout session for the ages. Obviously, I mean, duh. Have you SEEN how many of these Trolls are either acting against the status quo, have been brutalized by circumstance, and even had to face DEMONS??? Obviously the Law and Order stuff is more about principles and making an ideal structure than ACTUALLY enforcing things like cullings or invasions.

…Okay, admittedly, she USED to be a bootlicker for the Condesce, most were. But then she met Meeioh. Seeing someone as strong, capable, AND kind as her convinced her that the rule of law should more be seen as a conversation of boundaries than anything.

Buuuuuuut playing Troll Cop is still fun, so having a rival of Ambiguous Quadrant is quite nice.

Still, when Her Imperious Condescension returns, if she at all interferes during or after this game of "Sburb," Latara is certain Meeioh will take the throne, and slay any who oppose her.

And when she does, Latara, as her most loyal advisor, will see to it that ALL who participated in "The Hunt" be culled with prejudice. Because no matter how many enemies she makes, Latara will always proudly say-

Justice for The Vile.

THE VILE

Once known as Kanhornus Zahamptas, fusion of Kankri, Horrus, and Cronus. Created by Gamzee to produce the most unstable possible personality.

Original name is pronounced: Can-horn-us Zuh-hamp-tus

Trollian Tag: regicideExtinction

Strife Specibus: Ropekind

Fetch Modus: Book

Lusus: DEAD (Mom Platypus)

To understand The Vile, one must remember that Her Imperius Condescension had been gone for some time. And the Trolls, in their hive-like mentality constructed mostly for war, began to grow paranoid at the wrath she'd bring upon her return.

The bootlickers and cowards set to work finding a sacrifice, meant as a scapegoat should their days without imperial commands be regarded as laziness and complacency. Someone had to be culled.

And one such Troll, if he could be called such a thing, had been making friends with lowbloods and highbloods alike. Yet his blood caste was a well kept secret.

Until one day, the secret got out. He was a mutant blood. That was all the reason they needed.

To the trolls performing their ritual, it had almost seemed logical. The Condesce will be pleased with their actions, the empire is secure, the order maintained. It didn't matter how rash, unorganized, and vicious it seemed. It was all for the greater good.

Every strike, though improvised, was a deserved punishment. As they slashed his eye blind, ripped off a finger from each hand, broke one of his horns, left most of his teeth in broken jagged chunks, and tore up the apparent gills remaining from some muddied violetblood genes, they felt secure in their rightful place as respected citizens of the empire.

It needn't have gone further than that. The example was made. They could have stopped there.

And then they came for his Lusus, and the carnage that came of it was too gruesome to put to words.

…One must also consider the blood castes. Is violence inherant to the nature of the colder castes? Kanhornus didn't believe so. Trolls have a natural sense of Collectivism in how they view life. If an individual dies, it's not much to consider. Not when the greater whole is safe and secure. With massive birth AND death rates, it seems only reasonable that smaller numbers be let go.

But then… Perhaps the opposite is true too. The supposed "lowbloods" have massive numbers, and like all the castes feel a sense of community. Many "lowbloods" are unconcerned with deaths in their number. What difference does it make? There will always be more bronzes rusts and golds to fill the gaps.

But then there's the "highbloods." Smaller in number, consistently smaller. The further and further you go up the caste the smaller the birthrate. If survival instinct doesn't exist in larger populations, perhaps it kicks into overdrive with smaller ones. Making them more combative and domineering.

So, what then happens, when a mutantblood is also a violetblood? Mutants aren't a distinct caste, they are mutations of available blood types.

What does it mean to have the ever present knowledge that you are, at ALL times disposable, and yet also so small in number you MUST defend your own life?

If you were Kanhornus, the day he had been "hunted," you would have broken instantly.

What once was a pacifistic and gentile soul, was twisted by a survival instinct that refuses to die, creating a rage that's always burning.

And that rage was the fire that forged The Vile, who grew to hate ALL who represent authority, but ESPECIALLY the highbloods.

A Troll who practices the art of strangulation day in and day out, ready and willing to end his enemies painfully, but efficiently.

Cruelty is for cowards and kings, justice is a simple execution.

He lives quietly, covertly, hidden to gather his strength and to not be taken down further by his enemies.

The few who know of him as an enemy are horrified, but if asked, they'd tell you it was necessary.

Her Imperius Condescension would have it no other way.

#fatestuck #homestuck #vriska serket #john egbert #june egbert #homestuck day #413 #4/13 #homestuck ocs #homestuck au #Araloz Serara #Mitrim Capyam #Meeioh Pieram #Meukat Leitas #Latara Pyrido #THE VILE #Kanhornus Zahamptas

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gunnrblze · 8 months ago

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do you have any thoughts on the dynamic between Rorke and fed Logan?🧐

I have too many thoughts about it cause im insane over it, thanks for asking may. I also have a moodboard for the occasion💀 perf time to post before my rant about them below

My main thoughts start with the fact that we know Logan was in the pit at the end of the game, and knowing what we know about Rorke, the man works fast…the implication being that Logan would’ve been getting brainwashed and tortured long before the gang finds him (if they ever do), thus I think he’d already be in the process of being turned into a real fed/Rorke’s evil twin, i.e Rorke’s evil conniving plan works. He would ensure nothing would foil that plan once he has Logan in his clutches, cause again, what do we know about that determined mf…💀

Rorke was brainwashed and tortured for years to be turned into the federations puppet, no doubt he’d spend a similar, but probably less amount of years, working on Logan until he breaks. I think a tenet of Logan’s brainwashing would include Hesh and Elias somehow being crafted into traitors, similar to how they did with Rorke and the other ghosts (specifically the part in devils breath where they had Rorke believing Ajax shot him) I think Rorke would probably manufacture some kind of little lie like that to sprinkle in tbh. Any and everything to pit the team against Logan. Because technically, Hesh didn’t do anything to Rorke (other than being a ghost lmfao), that’s just one of Elias’ little brats, so I think it’d help Rorke to come up with some little deception for Logan to believe about his own personal brotherly relationship with Hesh.

But he wouldn’t have to lie about much, because he already believes the ghosts are the enemy, obviously. He believes they were traitors to him, and all he really has to do is get Logan to “see the light” if you will. I just think, to add insult to injury, he’d try and pit the ghost of Elias (pun intended) against Logan to make it sting even more. Why? Because im getting a surrogate father type of vibe here, let me cook though lol.

Many ppl have discussed the parallels between Elias and Logan vs Rorke and Hesh, including myself (im insane about this smh). Like many, I also think Rorke saw Elias in Logan, and wanted jr all to himself. The question “why did Rorke take Logan instead of Hesh” I think is answered pretty well by this idea. Hesh is hotheaded and snarky like Rorke, and probably reminds him of himself. He also probably clocked Hesh’s parentification and his deep seated need to protect Logan at all costs, and wanted to stir that pot even more, make it hurt all the worse for Hesh (cause he’s wicked lmfao).

I love to ship Rorke and Elias (obviously💀), but regardless of their relationship status when Rorke was a ghost, there’s no denying they were obviously close as captain and lieutenant. I think part of Rorke would not only want Logan to be his right hand man, but like a son in a way. Bcause he lost his former right hand man, the kids father, and was “betrayed” by him…but I like to think Rorke would take it further. A sort of “your father’s dead, guess who’s even better than that bastard though…😏” type vibe. I just think they’d naturally form a father/son type bond after Logan is successfully turned, and I could see Rorke using it to taunt Hesh. Albeit, it’d be an insane-fucked up-hand crafted-manipulated lie type bond…but nonetheless…😭

Regardless, I can only imagine how close of a bond they’d have after Logan’s brainwashed though. They’re like, the only two people alive that have gone through all that in the same manner, what would bring two people together more…💀 this is where the father/son type of thing comes in for me. I think Rorke would almost start to take pride in turning Logan and training him all over again. At the end of the game when he says “there ain’t gonna be any ghosts, we’re gonna destroy them together” dude was ALREADY laying out his game plan lmfao, you could hear the conviction in his voice. As soon as he started dragging Logan away, he knew he had him, knew he had his perfect partner in crime.

And on the flip side, I think Logan would def latch onto Rorke after the brainwashing, because he’s similar to Hesh in the way that they both had an older male figure they kinda hung onto, Logan’s literally being Hesh, Hesh’s being Elias (imo. Older brother Hesh was like a lifeline for Logan, and I think Hesh would’ve clawed his eyes out for more fatherly validation from Elias…) therefore I think Logan would really have no problem (or choice) but to look up to Rorke, especially when they really start to form a bond and Rorke trains him even more to hunt the ghosts.

I also think the Rorke/Logan ship is quite interesting. While I don’t necessarily ship them myself (but I could im ngl…I could ship anybody if I tried💀), I think adding some kind of romantic or even sexual bond to that would just complicate it all the more, which is probably the main part of that ship that could appeal to me lol.

I’m insane about Fed Logan tbh, and as much as I hate (and desperately love) Rorke, I also love the idea of them being literal menaces to society together 💋

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Could you please do a NSFW alphabet for Jace if possible 🤞😜🙏🏻

Ask and you shall receive....

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Various sexual interactions described

NSFW Alphabet: Jacerys Velaryon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Incredibly gentle and sweet with you. Speaking softly and cleaning you tenderly. He'd ask a hundred times over if you were okay before he truly believed you. Holding you and rubbing his hands over you comfortingly until you fell asleep in his arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body has become his hands, simply because he knows how much they drive you wild. For most of his life, he’d never given them much thought. But ever since you confessed how attractive you find them, he’s come to see them differently. Whether they’re holding you close or resting casually on his sword during a meeting, they never fail to capture your attention. Over time, your admiration has made them one of his favorite features.

Jace gives me insane boob man vibes. I am unsure what it is about him, but I see him being infatuated with them. He loves to play with them when you two are laying in bed. He also loves being the little spoon and laying his head on top of them. Jace swears those nights are when he sleeps best. Sometimes when you are angry with him he motorboats you because he enjoys it and he knows it makes you laugh every time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Love, Love, LOVESSSS to cum on you. He thinks it is so beyond hot cumming everywhere on your body. Your face, down your throat, on your stomach. You covered in his cum is better than any painting or mural he has ever seen. He also is obsessed with the taste of you, stating he could miss meals on end and live entirely off your cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This may have been said before, but he wants to fuck you on the Iron Throne. It is the most powerful seat in the realm. People have fought wars over this, and it is his by birthright. Everytime he is in the throne room it is so easy to allow his mind to wander and imagine having his way with you on that throne.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin. Virgin. Virgin. He has fought so hard to maintain his image as a prince worthy enough to inherit the mantle of king one day. The last thing he would do is get caught in a pleasure house, or with a woman that wasn't his betrothed. To add, he's seen sex be treated transactional his entire life. Boiling it down to its raw form, people just seeking pleasure. So, I'd like to think it would be something very sacred to him. He would only want to do it with the person he planned to spend the rest of his life with. Souls united forever mentally, physically, and sexually.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jace is a big fan of cowgirl. He gets to watch you pleasure yourself on him and the image is so erotic. Especially when you get lost in it, almost forgetting he is there and chasing your own high. That is his favorite, you are out of control, hands on his chest for leverage, and desperate for an orgasm. And if you need him to he is more than happy to hold your hips tight and pound up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In the stolen moments between you two, I think he would be more goofy, but traditionally in the bedroom a more serious manner. After you have done it a few times he throws out a sexual joke here and there, but other than that, it's pretty much straight to business.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is a prince, and obsessed with making sure his appearance is always perfect. Not one hair is ever out of place, and that is of course because all the discourse about him being a bastard. He couldn't control the color of his hair, but he could control the way it looked and that was perfect. This leads to my point that he definitely keeps things neat and tidy down there. I don't think he would care how you kept yourself, but for him he is constantly keeping an eye on it and trimming as he sees necessary.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jace is a huge romantic, to the brink of almost hopelessness. After hearing your fears about the bedding ceremony he called it off immediately. He didn't care what the Lords had to say about the perverted tradition, he knew it made you uncomfortable and it was over like that. He had the servants light candles around the room, place flowers everywhere, and draw a hot bath for you both. It was the most romantic gesture you had ever seen in your life. While every time after that was not always that grand, he did make sure that was an intimate aspect every time he touched your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Really never. When he was younger a few times as he was learning his body, but once you came into his life and you were married he never saw the need for it. There have been a couple desperate moments when maybe you aren't feeling good, or are on your moon blood but other than that he saves himself for you always.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pain kink down. In all forms of it. When your nails go a little too deep in his back, when you bite his skin a little too hard, and when you tug a little too much at his hair drives him inside. While he doesn't go too extreme on you he likes to spank you until the skin on your backside is sore and your pussy is drenched. Also, I'm not exactly sure what this would fall under, but watching you gag on his cock, tears running down your face and spit dribbling from your mouth. Gets him going truly like nothing else, he could go rounds with you after seeing that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your chambers, it is the safest place. Doing it anywhere else puts both of you at risk of being caught and that is never a situation he'd want to be in. But just because it is your chambers, doesn't mean he's only fucking you in the bed. Your shared chambers give you all the privacy you need and that man fucks you on every surface he can find. The bed, in front of the fireplace, his desk, the window. He wishes he could extend the room to have more places to take you on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You could tell him pretty much whenever that you wanted him, and he would try to make time for you. But really what gets him going is when you dress up for large events or parties. It could be at Dragonstone or the Red Keep, but every time you look more gorgeous than the last. Not that you don't always look gorgeous all the time, there is something about you in a finely tailored dress with the colors of his that starts his engine. It makes him want to ruin all the work that went into making you look so pretty. Additionally, when you tease him in situations he can't get out of. A kiss that lasts a little too long before one of the small council meetings, a touch that lingers longer than it needs to before he hears petitions. Knowing he can't have you right at that moment makes him only want you more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Having a threesome would definitely be a hard no. Not only would he hate sharing you, but also he knows people aren't too be trusted. There is no one he would trust enough to do that and have confidence they wouldn't tell every soul they knew as soon as it was done. Besides his Iron Throne fantasy, anything in public. Jace has worked too hard and for too long on his image, for it to be washed down the drain because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think neutral but leans towards receiving. He loves seeing you on your knees and taking as much of him as you can. As previously said, watching you gag and try because it's too much is a movie he could watch over and over again. But, he also does love to eat you out, and damn is he good at it. Skillfully and expertly he uses his tongue and fingers to give you orgasms that have you seeing absolute stars.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Crescendo? Starts off slow and sensually. Stretching you and savoring how your warm walls welcome him, yet struggle to accommodate his size. As time goes on you both get desperate and begin to rapidly chase your highs which results in a rough and fast pace. You are fucking like rabbits trying to achieve euphoria.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves a good quickie. He prefers to have time with you, and be able to properly hold you after. But if he's really frustrated, or you need him really bad he loves sneaking to your chambers, lifting your skirts, and getting you both off quickly. Or if you are really desperate and don't have enough time to fuck he is pressing you against the door, going underneath your dress and eating you until you cum.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experiment, yes. Risk, no. Your shared position as prince and princess of Westeros are too high to be caught doing something stupid. But, he loves to experiment with you. Try new positions, techniques, anything really you could come up with. He never wants you to get bored of him or your sex life, and he loves figuring out new ways for both of you to receive pleasure.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If he is high-strung from his day, frustrated, or restless, he can give it to you all night. Using you as a place to relax and get all those emotions out. Other than that, he is going typically a couple rounds. However, he makes sure to suck as much pleasure as possible out of your body.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Once again, I don't think there are sex shops suddenly popping up in King's Landing with toys in them. But Modern!Jace would absolutely be down to using toys. This goes along with the experimentation. He loves learning about the ones for both of you and how you two can incorporate them into your sex life. Modern!Jace is a lot more willing to take risks, and buying you that remote-controlled vibrator was the best purchase of his life. You two are out with friends maybe at dinner, or just hanging out, and he is on his phone driving you absolutely insane with that thing. You two have to leave early because you can't compose yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge tease. Loves to tease you and when you tease him. It is all apart of the game to him. His favorite ways to tease you are whispering in your ear when you two are at public affairs and describe all the filthy things he is going to do to you. You have become a master at keeping your face expresionless meanwhile your small clothes are getting soaked.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, Jace would be more reserved as he tries to learn what he is doing. All you have to do is ask one time that you want to hear his moans and it is on. Not afraid to let it go and sing for you. His moans, combined with the dirty talk and hot breaths in your ear have you cumming in half the time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"I'm sorry Jace but I really need you. I could not focus on anything anyone was saying," You say looking at Jace as he closes the door to your chamber. His face initially reads as annoyed which is reasonable because he has a meeting in a few minutes time. Despite this he preses his lips to yours bruisingly as you begin to quickly reach for his trousers to take them off. He moves your hands away resting his forehead on yours.

"No time for that I have to go soon," He says and you sigh sadly but nod your head in understanding. You close your eyes trying to calm yourself down and that is when Jace smirks and gets down on his knees. You look down at him confused as he winks at you before disappearing under your skirts. You remain confused until you feel Jace hiking your leg over your should, moving your small clothes and attaching his mouth to your womanhood. Your eyes immediately roll back as you hold onto the door behind you for dear life.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Not particularly girthy, but definitely got it going on in the length department. It takes all of you to fit in down your throat, and everytime he bottoms out in you, you feel like he is almost in your chest.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think it would be equal to whatever yours is. If your drive was high then his would be too. But if you fell more towards the average end of the scale he'd be okay with that too and match you. He would never want you to feel like he was forcing you to or he didn't want you. So, whatever you brought to the table is what he would equal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Never until after you fall asleep. He has to make sure you are okay, especially after longer rougher sessions. But even then most days his mind is still very active as he recounts the day. Or simply enjoys the beautiful woman in his arms he will forever feel is too good for him.

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